movingforwardslowly

Wind mills, tulips and other flowers can be found in Amsterdam.

It is the capital city of the Kingdom of the Netherlands, also known as Holland.

There once was a Count of Holland named Floris V.

He had many children. Some were out of wedlock. One was named Catherina.

She was not part of any official lineage.

Her spirit still spins around like the wind mills of Amsterdam.

Her wings sail with the revolving blades.

She has no ground to stand upon.

Her lonely shrieks fill the air on a starry night.

Perhaps, Edvard Munch and Vincent van Gogh could hear her cry.

I thought I was a hummingbird.

It turns out I’m a camel.

A two-humped camel at that.

My fate is to travel the long-and winding road,

Through a desert.

I have to remember that my destiny

Is in my own two hands.

I just need to keep hammering away, and like a camel 

I need to persevere and move steadily ahead.

Century after century passed and the brothers Al one and Al two planted many seeds of kindness while working to shape and steer the human race. As they gave of themselves selflessly over time, their own energy slowly diminished as they passed it along to Mother Earth and her many flocks which were growing in size.

Mother Earth had shared her faith with the two brothers. She made them believe that all her animals could rise above their selfish desires and instincts so that they all could flourish in peace.

Eventually the brother’s power weakened to the point where they had to travel back to their home so that they could recharge themselves and rest. They never did make it back to Mother Earth.

When enough time had passed memories faded, written records got destroyed, and languages died. The story of us got changed as each one of us tells the story a little differently. Languages evolve with time and original meanings can get lost and forgotten. Natural disasters can destroy records and archives. The storytellers can get destroyed. The recreation of history can be based on faulty second hand memories, and by people who might want to retell history to their advantage.

Al one and Al two sadly got forgotten and even Mother Earth became largely ignored. Unfortunately the power shifted to those with more self-interest than community interest.

Humans became so sophisticated they learned to hide and mask their self-interest and make it look like they cared about the community and others.

It takes time to care for others, and this time often lessens the time left for self care. When one obsessively cares about themselves, this leaves little time to care for others. However, public relation specialists can make the picture look differently than the truth.

Time falls into blocks, and as each one of us moves through these partitions of time (which act as gates and doors) we are filtering our reality, and it puts each of us in different places. Our interpretation of the signals and the noises changes where we each end up.

The signal, the noise, and the mystery are all the same. They are remnants and fragments of our ancestors, people in different places in time, and even of Al one and Al two. They are invisible and untouchable, and yet they can still invade our thoughts and our dreams. Dreamers are generally more receptive to these things than active doers. However, each and every one of us needs to do both. Life is all about the balance of dreaming and actually doing things.

The light bearers in life are those that remember the people that helped them in life, and then turn around and help others however they can. We all have different resources and different people in our lives who depend on our care. Let us not forget the kindness and love that got us all started. If you can’t remember any kindness in your life, you can rise above and change the cycle you are in.

 

 

 

As news of the two Al brother’s success spread throughout the Alpha tribes in the sky, they all wanted a piece of the action.

Mother Earth and her flocks became a playground of experimentation. The most successful humans were bred with other successful humans. The humans could not see the  manipulation (by some members of the Alpha tribe) that was beginning to drive the dances and other games.

All the different animal rhythms were beginning to move and count in the same way.(Al-ways.) The flocks were becoming homogenized, which means the same throughout. When we all had the same basic knowledge we were given the scientific name – Homo sapiens.

Any dissonance or discord was pushed out to the edge (outside of the spotlight), and these humans were named the Noise. The good thing about noise is that you can hide within it.

Long ago, and long before humans began to form language, and long before they began to count and keep track of things, which later developed into a system of mathematics, humans lived in the wild. They lived off the land. They lived like animals, which of course they were. They were not called humans at this time.

There were two brothers that lived in the sky. They were named Al one and Al two. They were balls of energy so powerful they did not let matter weight them down. They were extremely smart and inventive, and they loved Mother Earth so much they would hang around her all day watching her flock from above.

One day the two Al brothers who were members of the Alpha tribe made a bet with the other members of their tribe. They bet them that they could make Mother Earth’s animals smarter. They set about the task of trying to teach the animals how to make symbols represent things. Over time this set of symbols became known as the alphabet, and over more time these symbols were made into words, and language began. Eventually all the animals were making a humming noise. The two Al brothers began to call us the humming animals, and over time this got shortened to the word humans.

When all the animals (now called humans) got together to praise the brothers for all their help, they would hum together and the brothers named this sound hymns.

Now that language was humming right along, the brothers gave themselves the task of teaching the humans a better way to keep track of things, and they had to keep all the humans thinking the same way. They had to teach them all how to count the same way.

The humans got impatient with all the brother’s attempts to make them think like them, so they would jump around, tumble, leap, and skip while the brothers were trying to teach them.

One day the brothers had a brainstorm that they could teach the humans how to count through making them move together. This was how dancing originated. One, two, three, one, two, three, then twirl around or slide your feet. Do-si-do and then circle around back to back. This was a huge success. Actually this is how algorithm (al-go-rhythm) got its name.

To be continued…

 

 

 

Do  you want to  know what your future has in store if there is nothing you can do to change it?

If knowing what ill might befall you can not stop the roller ball from taking its charted course, what good would the knowledge do you?

Worries, stress, and frantic moves trying to avoid your fate will not deter the hidden veil from closing in on you.

The only benefit might be to take your fate in stride and tie up loose ends, get your affairs in order, and say your last good-byes.

Is ignorance a better choice? Running with joy, worry-free, up until the last second will shorten the agony of single endings.

There is a power greater than all the money in this world we call Earth.

The power of man is not unlimited. No machinations can alter the lines drawn in space and time that have already been cast with each step forward and backward each one of you have taken in your life.

Each action has a consequence and every light casts shadows around those who walk in its path.

It has been said by millions throughout the ages that it is the journey that matters and not necessarily a final destination.

Cycles continue around and around. “What goes around, comes around.” Going and coming are interchangeable.

The only sure thing in this world is change. Even the slowest tide eventually reaches the beach and shifts the sands.

Forces of nature like hurricanes can move boundaries in one fell swoop, and on the other hand, millions and billions of unseen feet, and voices outside the spotlight can create a stealthy chaos that can build up a store of potential energy waiting to strike out of nowhere when conditions are right and a catalyst is triggered.

 

I’ve been thinking about swan songs and signals. This led me to information about the constellation Cygnus. I thought about the letters ‘cy’, and I was reminded of the word cyborg, and strangely the thought of high fives came into my mind.

It can be quite strange when you follow the random and yet connected paths our minds can take.

As I focused my research on the constellation Cygnus, I learned about the Summer Triangle in the sky. This is called an ‘asterism’ and it is made up of three of the brightest stars from three different constellations.

These three stars are named Vega, Deneb, and Altair. Vega is the brightest star in the constellation named Lyra the Harp. Deneb is the brightest star in the constellation named Cygnus (which is Latin for swan). Altair (which is Arabic) is the brightest star in the constellation Aquila the Eagle. These three stars form an asterism called the Summer Triangle.

Constellations were named in ancient times when the night sky served as a movie theater screen, and ancient storytellers would weave a story in order to remember the pattern and placement of these stars. These constellations helped farmers to mark the seasons for planting and harvesting, and they helped sailors navigate the seas.

These stories fed our human imagination, and as the stories grew so did our imaginations. Today we feed our imaginations at indoor movie screens with fantastical stories of space travel and comic heroes.

Down on earth this summer I hope to spend more time outside studying our ancient movie screen. Perhaps I can weave my own stories about our earthly practices that can feed our realistic lives. I am human so I can hope.

 

I have a book by Miranda Lundy called Sacred Geometry. Here is a picture of pages 18 and 19 from this book.

Today I kept thinking about Phi which some have named it the symbol for IIT (integrated information theory.) (alt 227)

All of this is complicated for me.

I don’t know why I kept thinking about this today. However, these were the thoughts that came into my mind: A Phi without an H is a Pi. You can’t eat a Pi without an E. And the Phi without the hi is just a P.

I was reminded of this book I bought several years ago. I find it fascinating. I was able to find this picture online at wooden books.

When I saw the title, Pyramid Pie, I laughed because you can’t eat this pie either. I thought it interesting she called it “a marriage of everything.” Now this is very inclusive.

 

The praying mantis poses like a Kung Fu master, a Shaolin monk or a Shaman priest.

It can be as still as a stone or strike with a shameless speed.

In an instant its hidden wings can appear and ride the wind on waves of power.

Its many eyes are ever watchful, and its 360 degrees of perception means it is always prepared to fight in any direction.

It is fearless and it has no thoughts of death.

My garden is flush full of color and life these days. Yesterday was a strange day, and the events should be recorded.

A common yard bird, either a sparrow or a finch, spontaneously developed a new sport. I’ll call it pond skimming.

The pond was put in over ten years ago and I’ve spent countless hours observing the pond and all the wild life it attracts. I had never before yesterday witnessed this strange bird behavior.

I can’t accurately identify the bird because I was observing from my kitchen window. It is much easier to say what it was not than what it was. It wasn’t a catbird, wren, robin, mocking bird or cardinal, and it wasn’t a blackbird or a crow. It was rather small and brown, like a sparrow or a finch. In any case, I was shocked by what I witnessed.

This small brown bird flew down over the pond and dipped itself ever so slightly across the surface of the water and then flew up and circled around and repeated this action at least four or five times. My thought was that it was playing with the fish, though its feet looked too small to catch anything. The bird bath and the flute boy fountain are rather dangerous places with my husband’s feral cats stalking the place. This bird was determined to clean itself and it had come up with an adaptation.

I’m happy to report that none of the eight fish were harmed. They are fairly large now, bigger than last summer. They survived the winter. Last summer there were eleven fish. Three fish were lost between last summer and now. My husband took pictures with his phone of a big hawk sitting on the granite that surrounds the pond. The hawk must have been looking for lunch. No dead fish were ever found, so it is still a mystery how the three were lost. The best suspect is the hawk.

I will return to the strange events of yesterday.

There are two feral cats that make my garden their home. I’m not too happy about this. My husband feeds them, and thus they stay. I’m more fond of the birds and the fish. They have less predatory behavior. Though, the birds can bicker, and yesterday was especially loud.

One of the feral cats killed a catbird, which I’m sure was provoking it. I saw the cat carrying the bird in its mouth. I yelled at the cat and it ran away with the bird still in its mouth. Now and then, I’ll see a dead bird carcass left here and there in the garden. It is  usually missing its head which I guess it the main source of the cat’s irritation. It is never eaten. It is a sport kill and not a survival kill.

The cats and I are not exactly friends, though I’ve never harmed them. On rare occasion I’ve threatened my husband that I will. On rare occasion I’ve taken pity on them and fed them when my husband could not. I think I’ve done this more out of fear of what harm they could wreak.

The cats have been warily watching me since early spring. This is the year than I am consistently bringing the beauty back and regularly nurturing its growth. There is no better way for me to feel happy and at peace than in a beautiful garden.

The cats had mistakenly assumed the garden was under their control. They now know I hold the power and that I only tolerate them out of respect for my husband. Yesterday their unhappiness was expressed.

In the afternoon when I sat by the pond to feed the fish, once again I was shocked. As I looked across the fountain bowl to the other side of the pond, my eyes settled upon a dead catbird face down, with its head still intact, floating on top of the water. It looked rather young, and could not have fallen from the sky. I knew then that the cat had decided that its earlier bird kill would irritate me the most by being dropped in the pond. Fortunately I saw it before it had time to become bloated or decayed.

I’m happy to report that the catbirds are still abundantly represented, so there is no fear of their extinction. However, I’m beginning to wonder how long I’ll continue to tolerate my husband’s feral cats.