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February 28, 2006
Over all the blessed continent
Julia Butterfly & Luna
Everywhere, everywhere over all the blessed continent, there were beauty and melody and kindly, wholesome, foodful abundance.
These forests were composed of about five hundred species of trees, all of them in some way useful to man, ranging in size from twenty-five feet in height and less than one foot in diameter at the ground to four hundred feet in height and more than twenty feet in diameter,—lordly monarchs proclaiming the gospel of beauty like apostles. For many a century after the ice-ploughs were melted, nature fed them and dressed them every day,—working like a man, a loving, devoted, painstaking gardener; fingering every leaf and flower and mossy furrowed bole; bending, trimming, modeling, balancing; painting them with the loveliest colors; bringing over them now clouds with cooling shadows and showers, now sunshine; fanning them with gentle winds and rustling their leaves; exercising them in every fibre with storms, and pruning them; loading them with flowers and fruit, loading them with snow, and ever making them more beautiful as the years rolled by. Wide-branching oak and elm in endless variety, walnut and maple, chestnut and beech, ilex and locust, touching limb to limb, spread a leafy translucent canopy along the coast of the Atlantic over the wrinkled folds and ridges of the Alleghanies,—a green billowy sea in summer, golden and purple in autumn, pearly gray like a steadfast frozen mist of interlacing branches and sprays in leafless, restful winter.
To the southward stretched dark, level-topped cypresses in knobby, tangled swamps, grassy savannas in the midst of them like lakes of light, groves of gay, sparkling spice-trees, magnolias and palms, glossy-leaved and blooming and shining continually. To the northward, over Maine and Ottawa, rose hosts of spiry, rosiny evergreens,—white pine and spruce, hemlock and cedar, shoulder to shoulder, laden with purple cones, their myriad needles sparkling and shimmering, covering hills and swamps, rocky headlands and domes, ever bravely aspiring and seeking the sky; the ground in their shade now snow-clad and frozen, now mossy and flowery; beaver meadows here and there, full of lilies and grass; lakes gleaming like eyes, and a silvery embroidery of rivers and creeks watering and brightening all the vast glad wilderness.
Thence westward were oak and elm, hickory and tupelo, gum and liriodendron, sassafras and ash, linden and laurel, spreading on ever wider in glorious exuberance over the great fertile tile basin of the Mississippi, over damp level bottoms, low dimpling hollows, and round dotting hills, embosoming sunny prairies and cheery park openings, half sunshine, half shade; while a dark wilderness of pines covered the region around the Great Lakes. Thence still westward swept the forests to right and left around grassy plains and deserts a thousand miles wide: irrepressible hosts of spruce and pine, aspen and willow, nut-pine and juniper, cactus and yucca, caring nothing for drought, extending undaunted from mountain to mountain, over mesa and desert, to join the darkening multitudes of pines that covered the high Rocky ranges and the glorious forests along the coast of the moist and balmy Pacific, where new species of pine, giant cedars and spruces, silver firs and Sequoias, kings of their race, growing close together like grass in a meadow, poised their brave domes and spires in the sky, three hundred feet above the ferns and the lilies that enameled the ground; towering serene through the long centuries, preaching God’s forestry fresh from heaven.
Here the forests reached their highest development. Hence they went wavering northward over icy Alaska, brave spruce and fir, poplar and birch, by the coasts and the rivers, to within sight of the Arctic Ocean. American forests! the glory of the world! Surveyed thus from the east to the west, from the north to the south, they are rich beyond thought, immortal, immeasurable, enough and to spare for every feeding, sheltering beast and bird, insect and son of Adam.
- from Our National Parks, Chapter X, The American Forests, by John Muir, 1901
Posted by Neal at 1:23 PM | Comments (0) | Category: Mother Earth
February 23, 2006
Participating in the Pole Shift
Winifred Barton writes, Hi Neal - 77 synchrony seems to be working - could I ask you to explain the "Raising of the Djed" in relatively simple terms? Some of our list members would benefit - we appreciate the way you bring a whole new perspective into our collective consciousness.
Thank you Wini. Here's my current perspective . . .
The Raising of the Djed refers to the Egyptian myth of Isis and Osiris. If the Judaic myth of Eve and Adam is the tale of our expulsion from Paradise, then the myth of Isis and Osiris tells the rest of the story - the tale of our Return to Wholeness.
The Expulsion of Adam and Eve from Paradise, Benjamin West, 1791
Osiris is the fallen man-god, Isis is the woman-goddess who restores him to wholeness. The fallen djed is a tilted pillar, as depicted in the temple of Rameses II at Abydos, representing the fall of human consciousness. Raising the pillar back to its upright allignment can only be accomplished by Isis and Osiris working together with The Active Side of Infinity.
As discovered by geomancer Peter Champoux, this configuration of fallen consciousness has not only been mapped out for us on the temple wall, but also in the ley [sic] of the land in New England, which he has christened the "Arkhom". An allignment of landscape features within the Arkhom charts the migration of magnetic north from the time of the fall, figuratively speaking (?), until the present day.
By participating in a ceremony to ground this new "upright" configuration, a group of Earth Energy healers - guided by Spirit, the Mother, and the Power Of Intent - were called upon in November 2005, 11/11, to commemorate / re-activate this allignment of Wholeness, connecting the land and sea with new magnetic north, and the Earth's core with a volcanic interdimensional portal.
During the timeframe of the Arkhom "stargate" activation, the Earth's "wobble" - the spiralic movement of its crust relative to its spin axis - began to diverge from its previous path in an unprecedented manner, as described by "vortex techtonics" theorist Michael Mandeville. Arriving slowly at a stillpoint, it has now begun to chart a new course. It certainly seems that a shift of some sort has taken place.
This may indicate a new balance in the Earth's spin field, or it may portend the calm before the storm, or both. As the Earth finds her new allignment, the shaking of her mantle could be experienced as a great upheavel, in the form of earthquakes and volcanoes, hurricanes and storms, fires and floods, wars, plagues, pestilance and famine: The End of an Age, as foretold by the prophets. Those who choose to Ride the Wave, by alligning with Spirit, the guidance of the Mother, and the Power of Intent, will discover radical new ways of living on the renewed planet - Genesis II: Galaxia, the new Starship Earth.
Posted by Neal at 4:44 PM | Comments (2) | Category: Mother Earth