It’s so important to find the beauty in life, especially when confronted daily with ugliness. I rarely pay attention to major media events anymore. I don’t want to be completely out of it but I know that almost everything in the media is some form of propaganda or mind control and I find it all nauseating. So yes to the beautiful sound of rain, yes to green and peaceful forests, yes to love and beauty. 🌧️🌳🦌
Looking to enjoy and appreciate more all the time. I think it's an inevitable stage in this udoing world we're in. Eventually we move past the shock of it all, the outrage and look to re-balance and reclaim. No easy feat in shifting sands, but hey, humans are impressive.
Thank you. Very best.
And yes to love and beauty.🌿☕️🦋 (And cups of tea on a rainy day!)
Something about the purity and simplicity of this made me cry. I realise how much of me is carrying a shield against the twisted world I walk in - I can still appreciate the glimpses of beauty, the smiles and the love in my heart but the shield is heavy betimes.
Ahh, yes, the rain. Tears that heal. The green that follows. The smell of it. Most of it manufactured to be destructive; another form of poison to all Life and delivered in amounts and at times and in places that destroy homes and crops and livelihoods and Life. Yet no one can deny there is a soothing quality to the sound of water falling either in drops or sheets. May future rains wash away all harms to humans and the biodiversity we depend upon for survival such that we may yet again DANCE in the rain one day, with worry-free hearts, muddy graves of the evil doers beneath our bare, resilient, happy feet.
"May future rains wash away all harms to humans and the biodiversity we depend upon for survival such that we may yet again DANCE in the rain one day, with worry-free hearts, muddy graves of the evil doers beneath our bare, resilient, happy feet."
I like this vision of dancing in un-polluted rain. Yes, please. Soon would be good.
We had a tiny smattering of rain yesterday, likely just denser than usual fog, but it put me into a different frame of mind. Last night I was dreaming of rain, like the Sting song, one of my favorites. It's still July but something felt like the turn of the seasons, which are certainly more than four.
Funny you say that - with the turn of seasons - I drove past a tree a few days ago that was in full autumn. Like the only one anywhere. Late August is early for leaves turning. July doesn't happen. Maybe it's another timeline? IDK. So many oddities.
But that inner feeling that comes with new seasons - I'm feeling that too.
Yes, it's a subtle thing. But I feel there should be a name for the waxing and waning sides of a solstice--the shortening of days by minutes, the lengthening of nights. I welcome it all, as you do the rain. There's a sweetness to enjoying and savoring what you know won't last but will come back. It's all good.
Back in 1990, I took a photo of a beautifully shaped shikara (wooden Kashmiri boat) being paddled across a calm lake at dawn. Rays of morning sun slanted down from the mountains behind the lake. On a tiny island, big enough for two or three peope to sit on, a very lovely tree grew at a rakish angle and at the top of it a golden eagle was silhouetted against the sky. It was a photo of paradise. But I took from a houseboat that every evening was under curfew, as the war between Kashmirii separatists and Indian soldiers raged. Every evening I could hear gunfire acorss the water, and a couple of times a week, explosion.
Later I read a book called 'Psychic Energy', by a Jungian psychologist called M. Esther Harding, a beautifully written exploration of the human psyche. On the jacket, I read that she wrote it in a big old house on a cliff top in England overlooking the sea, during World War Two.
These two little cameos remind me that even in the worst of times, people fall in love, babies are born, men paddle shikaras across beautiful dawn scenes, and writers find save havens to continue their work. Some people sit and listen to the rain too!
These two little cameos remind me that even in the worst of times, people fall in love, babies are born, men paddle shikaras across beautiful dawn scenes, and writers find save havens to continue their work.
What a lovely, thoughtful comment, Michael.
Yes, it's all happening at once. I suspect given the global nature of the attacks, we're in a final stage of a long game and they are going for all the marbles. More intense and yet still, beauty right there when we look.
Just finished a listen to John Wanyama's Youtube video.
Living here in Japan for most of my life, a secular land of a thousand gods, I am aware that through circumstance alone, my life could have just as easily come and gone through a Hindu mythos, or as member of an Australian aboriginal clan with their own narratives as old as the hills. So I consciously listened to Wanyama through a Jungian lens of religion as metaphor.
I make mistakes, but through the philosophical / psychological metaphors I use for expressing my own personal experience, I found what he said rang straight and true.
As I was painfully reminded by our recently shared surprise at the blown cover of a plandemic whistle blower, beliefs and the objects of our beliefs are a basket of very slippery eels.
But as I listened to Wanyama's analysis, I remembered that for those in positions of worldly power, such psychopaths could not care less what I believe or know to be true, good, or beautiful. In their absence of knowledge, they act on their own twisted beliefs or lack of.
Intrigued by the psychological accuracy of how John Wanyama described 'the fallen' (my metaphors would include "Cluster B — dark triad types"), I flipped over to the brief self-introduction on his home page ... saving dogs, and then supporting children with special needs ... and followed him immediately.
Funny coincidence, but "wan" is the Japanese onomatopoeia for a dog's bark, and "yama" is Japanese for "mountain". Ha. Tanzanian-Japanese?
Will be meeting substack buddy NJ Election Advisor for the first time this Saturday, maybe for an evening of sharing experiences and insights over a cold beer in downtown Tokyo, maybe joining up with the roving Soup Kitchen to chat with the homeless as we chat with each other. Either way, I hope it will be raining.
Thanks, Steve - and thanks for the coffee and Stan Getz music, too. :-)
"I found what he said rang straight and true." Good to hear. Same for me. I've listened to him on and off for a few years and always my body (BS apparatus) receives what he says without alarm. He's gone into the inter-dimensional presence on the planet - which is a bridge too far for some - but I find it fits well with my own conclusions.
"As I was painfully reminded by our recently shared surprise at the blown cover of a plandemic whistle blower, beliefs and the objects of our beliefs are a basket of very slippery eels."
Well put and what a great visual. Though I'm not clear on who the whistle blower is?
I hope that meeting with NJEA proves enlightening, refreshing and enjoyable. 🌧 May it rain.
I hope you enjoy the sweet rain. That pre-fusion Chick Corea on piano is who nailed it for me.
The insider I was referring to is Sasha Latypova. I was willing to overlook her pottymouth and sociopathic contempt for so many of us dummies, and continue following her for news on the the military, deep-state involvement in the plandemic. But she has blocked me. Meh, the vampire squid has plenty of other tentacles to watch out for. 😂
Lucky gal. That is one of my favorite things, rain. I love the sound of it and the smell of it. Especially out in the dry west, when a summer shower brings both relief and an opening of the parched earth to receive the bounty. And...there is that atmospheric chemlayer it has to go through, but we don't think about that. Eff them and their narrative. I choose a cleansing rain that is unpolluted.♥♥
I'm beginning to see 'light through the clouds,' although I admit I am gloomy and dejected more than I'd like to be. Nonetheless, the Sun will always rise tomorrow, as they say, so I suppose we have to take it day by day.
It does suck to see that. The success of the plandemic was a huge blow - I can't even say I'm over it. But those of us who did and do see it - we've navigated, which is really impressive, and more recently I've refocused on what I want and spend more time doing what I enjoy. Which is an ongoing choice, given how entertaining the collapse of a whole world is.
Mostly a lot of it just has to happen. But I also won't go along and will speak up when needed.
I'm grateful for like-minds on SS. It's made a big difference.
since 'the COVID Era,' I've seen many people devote themselves to more naturopathic living, and just healthier habits in general. Talk about raising the frequency!
Definitely. And if the gifts that are coming from the unraveling of these massive distortions are inversely proportional, I'd say we can expect very positive changes.
Agreed Eccentrik. Right now, my best friends seem to be the crows and the squirrels here in the city. The crows let me know they were thirsty the other day, and also that a young one had fledged too early and was wandering around on the ground. I fed it some fish and some water, and some walnuts from last winters stash. The baby found his wings within a day or 2. As I was walking down the driveway a day later, a crow very specifically cut a few eucalyptus leaves in front of me and let them flutter to the ground. I picked them up, my thank you note. Brought tears to my eyes. best
Oops! Premature dispatch. To finish the story...yesterday my black hen who has been faithfully sitting on her nest in 110 degree heat started hatching chicks like popcorn popping! A new litter of tiny rabbits was born this morning! And via a network of firefighters and friends new truck batteries showed up last night along with another 20 gallons of fuel for my generator. In addition, in between cellphone outage, messages have popped in from a surprising number of people who are thinking of me and praying for me.
And I'm finally getting around to re reading one of my favorite books.
In the middle of danger, smoke, and chaos life can still be beautiful!
And knowing THAT is the most beautiful thing of all!
I live on a small farm in the Sierra foothills of Northern California. Six days ago a lunatic pushed a burning vehicle over a cliff in a canyon 10 miles below. The Park Fire has been raging ever since, devastating close to 400,000 acres. Five days ago my zone received evacuation orders and almost everyone fled our mountain community. When I went out to start my trusty truck to haul my horses to safety the batteries were stone dead. They were fine the day before! This not being my first fire, I can only observe and be astonished at how consistently major infrastructure systems suddenly fail in the face of imminent danger! There must be a name for this phenomenon!?
Unwilling to abandon my farm and its inhabitants, I chose to defy the evacuation orders and stayed. So far, all good, and there have been many Beautiful moments.
The Beauty and size of the smoke towers has left me awestruck!
So beautiful. I love your writing, and oooh, baby, I love your way! Seriously, with all the hell I'm going through, it is such solace and hope that I feel from your graceful waves of your wand...
Thank you, my friend, you are a light in the darkness.
And I totally agree with your very solid belief in what our future holds. LOVE! Love will win the day.
Family hell. Possibility I'll never see my parents again, b/c of a brother. My folks are 90 and 93, they've been forced out of their home against their will and nearly all their everything will be sold to pay for it. All because my brother is a cruel tyrant... That's the shortest version I have. But oddly, it's making me far more spiritually strong. The sad but beautiful bonus of it all... Anyway, thank you for sharing YOUR beauty, it's good. xo
That sounds truly awful. I'm so sorry. What a heart-break for your parents and you.
And I think I get what you mean, about becoming stronger anyway. There is something deeply true to that, 'what doesn't kill you makes your stronger' thing.
I very much believe the words of that old song, "Shower the people you love with Love." We must spread love and kindness during this time, it's so important.
It’s so important to find the beauty in life, especially when confronted daily with ugliness. I rarely pay attention to major media events anymore. I don’t want to be completely out of it but I know that almost everything in the media is some form of propaganda or mind control and I find it all nauseating. So yes to the beautiful sound of rain, yes to green and peaceful forests, yes to love and beauty. 🌧️🌳🦌
Agree, Shield.
Looking to enjoy and appreciate more all the time. I think it's an inevitable stage in this udoing world we're in. Eventually we move past the shock of it all, the outrage and look to re-balance and reclaim. No easy feat in shifting sands, but hey, humans are impressive.
Thank you. Very best.
And yes to love and beauty.🌿☕️🦋 (And cups of tea on a rainy day!)
Beautifully stated. XO
Something about the purity and simplicity of this made me cry. I realise how much of me is carrying a shield against the twisted world I walk in - I can still appreciate the glimpses of beauty, the smiles and the love in my heart but the shield is heavy betimes.
Your comment nearly made me cry.
Yes, I relate. I did plenty of that myself. I suspect it will give way. There's just so much we've had to look at and a lot of it is heavy. Y
our handle tells a good story for outcome. 😊Best to you, GT&B.💕
Enjoy. And afterward listen to the forest silence as it absorbs its bounty. Breathe in her satisfied respiration.
Beautifully said.
Ahh, yes, the rain. Tears that heal. The green that follows. The smell of it. Most of it manufactured to be destructive; another form of poison to all Life and delivered in amounts and at times and in places that destroy homes and crops and livelihoods and Life. Yet no one can deny there is a soothing quality to the sound of water falling either in drops or sheets. May future rains wash away all harms to humans and the biodiversity we depend upon for survival such that we may yet again DANCE in the rain one day, with worry-free hearts, muddy graves of the evil doers beneath our bare, resilient, happy feet.
"May future rains wash away all harms to humans and the biodiversity we depend upon for survival such that we may yet again DANCE in the rain one day, with worry-free hearts, muddy graves of the evil doers beneath our bare, resilient, happy feet."
I like this vision of dancing in un-polluted rain. Yes, please. Soon would be good.
Thanks for the comment, Lucy.
We had a tiny smattering of rain yesterday, likely just denser than usual fog, but it put me into a different frame of mind. Last night I was dreaming of rain, like the Sting song, one of my favorites. It's still July but something felt like the turn of the seasons, which are certainly more than four.
Funny you say that - with the turn of seasons - I drove past a tree a few days ago that was in full autumn. Like the only one anywhere. Late August is early for leaves turning. July doesn't happen. Maybe it's another timeline? IDK. So many oddities.
But that inner feeling that comes with new seasons - I'm feeling that too.
Yes, it's a subtle thing. But I feel there should be a name for the waxing and waning sides of a solstice--the shortening of days by minutes, the lengthening of nights. I welcome it all, as you do the rain. There's a sweetness to enjoying and savoring what you know won't last but will come back. It's all good.
Beautifully said.
Back in 1990, I took a photo of a beautifully shaped shikara (wooden Kashmiri boat) being paddled across a calm lake at dawn. Rays of morning sun slanted down from the mountains behind the lake. On a tiny island, big enough for two or three peope to sit on, a very lovely tree grew at a rakish angle and at the top of it a golden eagle was silhouetted against the sky. It was a photo of paradise. But I took from a houseboat that every evening was under curfew, as the war between Kashmirii separatists and Indian soldiers raged. Every evening I could hear gunfire acorss the water, and a couple of times a week, explosion.
Later I read a book called 'Psychic Energy', by a Jungian psychologist called M. Esther Harding, a beautifully written exploration of the human psyche. On the jacket, I read that she wrote it in a big old house on a cliff top in England overlooking the sea, during World War Two.
These two little cameos remind me that even in the worst of times, people fall in love, babies are born, men paddle shikaras across beautiful dawn scenes, and writers find save havens to continue their work. Some people sit and listen to the rain too!
So good to remember that!
xx
These two little cameos remind me that even in the worst of times, people fall in love, babies are born, men paddle shikaras across beautiful dawn scenes, and writers find save havens to continue their work.
What a lovely, thoughtful comment, Michael.
Yes, it's all happening at once. I suspect given the global nature of the attacks, we're in a final stage of a long game and they are going for all the marbles. More intense and yet still, beauty right there when we look.
Truly remarkable times.
Best.
Hi Kathleen.
Just finished a listen to John Wanyama's Youtube video.
Living here in Japan for most of my life, a secular land of a thousand gods, I am aware that through circumstance alone, my life could have just as easily come and gone through a Hindu mythos, or as member of an Australian aboriginal clan with their own narratives as old as the hills. So I consciously listened to Wanyama through a Jungian lens of religion as metaphor.
I make mistakes, but through the philosophical / psychological metaphors I use for expressing my own personal experience, I found what he said rang straight and true.
As I was painfully reminded by our recently shared surprise at the blown cover of a plandemic whistle blower, beliefs and the objects of our beliefs are a basket of very slippery eels.
But as I listened to Wanyama's analysis, I remembered that for those in positions of worldly power, such psychopaths could not care less what I believe or know to be true, good, or beautiful. In their absence of knowledge, they act on their own twisted beliefs or lack of.
Intrigued by the psychological accuracy of how John Wanyama described 'the fallen' (my metaphors would include "Cluster B — dark triad types"), I flipped over to the brief self-introduction on his home page ... saving dogs, and then supporting children with special needs ... and followed him immediately.
Funny coincidence, but "wan" is the Japanese onomatopoeia for a dog's bark, and "yama" is Japanese for "mountain". Ha. Tanzanian-Japanese?
Will be meeting substack buddy NJ Election Advisor for the first time this Saturday, maybe for an evening of sharing experiences and insights over a cold beer in downtown Tokyo, maybe joining up with the roving Soup Kitchen to chat with the homeless as we chat with each other. Either way, I hope it will be raining.
Cheers Kathleen.
steve
Thanks, Steve - and thanks for the coffee and Stan Getz music, too. :-)
"I found what he said rang straight and true." Good to hear. Same for me. I've listened to him on and off for a few years and always my body (BS apparatus) receives what he says without alarm. He's gone into the inter-dimensional presence on the planet - which is a bridge too far for some - but I find it fits well with my own conclusions.
"As I was painfully reminded by our recently shared surprise at the blown cover of a plandemic whistle blower, beliefs and the objects of our beliefs are a basket of very slippery eels."
Well put and what a great visual. Though I'm not clear on who the whistle blower is?
I hope that meeting with NJEA proves enlightening, refreshing and enjoyable. 🌧 May it rain.
Cheers to you, Steve. Best.
I hope you enjoy the sweet rain. That pre-fusion Chick Corea on piano is who nailed it for me.
The insider I was referring to is Sasha Latypova. I was willing to overlook her pottymouth and sociopathic contempt for so many of us dummies, and continue following her for news on the the military, deep-state involvement in the plandemic. But she has blocked me. Meh, the vampire squid has plenty of other tentacles to watch out for. 😂
Will mention you ovr this weekend's chat.
Good night from Japan.
steve
Ah, got it.
Enjoy - best to you.
Wan-yama indeed!
😂
Lucky gal. That is one of my favorite things, rain. I love the sound of it and the smell of it. Especially out in the dry west, when a summer shower brings both relief and an opening of the parched earth to receive the bounty. And...there is that atmospheric chemlayer it has to go through, but we don't think about that. Eff them and their narrative. I choose a cleansing rain that is unpolluted.♥♥
I thought of you, SJ, surrounded by fires and draught. Yes, l am lucky that way.
May we know unpolluted everything soon. Such a reasonable request, really. ❤️
I appreciate your mindset.
I'm beginning to see 'light through the clouds,' although I admit I am gloomy and dejected more than I'd like to be. Nonetheless, the Sun will always rise tomorrow, as they say, so I suppose we have to take it day by day.
Still sucks to see how many have been 'taken'... https://eccentrik.substack.com/p/the-light-of-truth-is-breaking-through
Thanks, Eccentrik.
It does suck to see that. The success of the plandemic was a huge blow - I can't even say I'm over it. But those of us who did and do see it - we've navigated, which is really impressive, and more recently I've refocused on what I want and spend more time doing what I enjoy. Which is an ongoing choice, given how entertaining the collapse of a whole world is.
Mostly a lot of it just has to happen. But I also won't go along and will speak up when needed.
I'm grateful for like-minds on SS. It's made a big difference.
Appreciate the comment. Best.
there's a silver lining in everything, right?
since 'the COVID Era,' I've seen many people devote themselves to more naturopathic living, and just healthier habits in general. Talk about raising the frequency!
Definitely. And if the gifts that are coming from the unraveling of these massive distortions are inversely proportional, I'd say we can expect very positive changes.
Agreed Eccentrik. Right now, my best friends seem to be the crows and the squirrels here in the city. The crows let me know they were thirsty the other day, and also that a young one had fledged too early and was wandering around on the ground. I fed it some fish and some water, and some walnuts from last winters stash. The baby found his wings within a day or 2. As I was walking down the driveway a day later, a crow very specifically cut a few eucalyptus leaves in front of me and let them flutter to the ground. I picked them up, my thank you note. Brought tears to my eyes. best
I like to think Mother Nature always has our back if we have Hers
💯
So beautiful. And I would have interpreted the same. Nature is always reminding us of what's real on this planet.
Thanks for sharing that story, Jacquelyn.
You echo my sentiments and thoughts regarding our existence.
Love the rain too. Soothing.
Thank you for sharing Kathleen!😁
Thanks, AA! Appreciate the comment. Best.
Most welcome Kathleen!
Best to you as well. 💖
Oops! Premature dispatch. To finish the story...yesterday my black hen who has been faithfully sitting on her nest in 110 degree heat started hatching chicks like popcorn popping! A new litter of tiny rabbits was born this morning! And via a network of firefighters and friends new truck batteries showed up last night along with another 20 gallons of fuel for my generator. In addition, in between cellphone outage, messages have popped in from a surprising number of people who are thinking of me and praying for me.
And I'm finally getting around to re reading one of my favorite books.
In the middle of danger, smoke, and chaos life can still be beautiful!
And knowing THAT is the most beautiful thing of all!
Well damn. Finding beautiful moments in the midst of all that is incredible.
I'm so happy you can see them and appreciate them. These comments are such a lovely testament to your big Spirit and also the big mix life gives us.
So appreciate you sharing this, Deborah. Best to you. May the beautiful moments multiply!
I live on a small farm in the Sierra foothills of Northern California. Six days ago a lunatic pushed a burning vehicle over a cliff in a canyon 10 miles below. The Park Fire has been raging ever since, devastating close to 400,000 acres. Five days ago my zone received evacuation orders and almost everyone fled our mountain community. When I went out to start my trusty truck to haul my horses to safety the batteries were stone dead. They were fine the day before! This not being my first fire, I can only observe and be astonished at how consistently major infrastructure systems suddenly fail in the face of imminent danger! There must be a name for this phenomenon!?
Unwilling to abandon my farm and its inhabitants, I chose to defy the evacuation orders and stayed. So far, all good, and there have been many Beautiful moments.
The Beauty and size of the smoke towers has left me awestruck!
So many heart broken children. It's a worry.
Yes, it really is.
Somehow I think it's getting sorted at a very high level, and we have our roles to play on the ground. What can we do but our best?
Thanks, Ann.
True, kind, refreshingly simple -- like a drop of rain itself. Lovely, Kathleen. xox
😘
Thank you, Mary.
Amen!
😊🙏👍
So beautiful. I love your writing, and oooh, baby, I love your way! Seriously, with all the hell I'm going through, it is such solace and hope that I feel from your graceful waves of your wand...
Thank you, my friend, you are a light in the darkness.
And I totally agree with your very solid belief in what our future holds. LOVE! Love will win the day.
xo xo
What a moving comment, WH! Thank you.
What kind of hell is that, may I ask? I'm sorry to hear it.
And humbled that you find solace in my words. Truly, thank you. Very Best.
Family hell. Possibility I'll never see my parents again, b/c of a brother. My folks are 90 and 93, they've been forced out of their home against their will and nearly all their everything will be sold to pay for it. All because my brother is a cruel tyrant... That's the shortest version I have. But oddly, it's making me far more spiritually strong. The sad but beautiful bonus of it all... Anyway, thank you for sharing YOUR beauty, it's good. xo
That sounds truly awful. I'm so sorry. What a heart-break for your parents and you.
And I think I get what you mean, about becoming stronger anyway. There is something deeply true to that, 'what doesn't kill you makes your stronger' thing.
I wish you and your parents well.
Thank you - so kind, WH. xo
Thank you, you have a very healing way of expressing your thoughts. xo xo
I very much believe the words of that old song, "Shower the people you love with Love." We must spread love and kindness during this time, it's so important.
Completely agree. It's too easy to forget.😘