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One Account of An Intense Storm & What One Highway Full of Weekenders Did To Cope
In most neighborhoods, lines in the landscape tell you where you can flow. By this I mean where you can walk, ride, skateboard, climb, and generally move. Even without thinking about it, you probably stay within the boundaries set forth to keep you in line so to speak. This isn’t any conspiracy theory – society relies on some forms of herding in order to keep chaos at bay. Granted, it isn’t exactly proven that we’d all crash into each other if the lines disappeared; it’s simply what seems to be the assumption.
In fact, the opposite proves to be true in actual experience. On the drive back from Sun River one weekend last summer, my boyfriend and I stopped at Trillium Lake to snowshoe. On our back way out of the track-covered white woodland, we noticed that none of the lights in the Government Camp bathrooms were on, and we overheard people talking about a black out.
Exodus was in the air, as cars left the lot in greater numbers than usual and people walked a little fast toward their parked vehicles. We followed suit and ran quickly into a lightning storm with heavier rain than I’d seen in years of living in the Pacific Northwest. Traffic backed up near the base of the mountain, as the rain mercifully lessened. With nothing but time to kill, we quickly assessed our situation and found that we had many leftover snacks from our trip. The music on the radio was cheerful, but our cell phones wouldn’t work.
I started to notice something different as we looked over at the S.U.V. next to us and an Asian youth pointed at his phone and shrugged his shoulders, smiling at us in a distinct, “we’re in this together” sort of way. All along the road tree branches lay about like bits of fabric on the floor of a sewing studio. The line moved sooner than it could have, and we discovered the cause of the hold up as we passed slowly through the shared one lane not blocked by mac trucks. Trees had crashed down onto power lines crossing the highway, and the trucks were too tall to make it under the swaying branches.
Firemen and police pulled the broken bones of Cedars and Firs off the roadway in what looked like a low-level stupor while other men in reflective coats waved us through. Workers didn’t seem to know how to handle us and the emergency situation presented by the downed power lines. I quickly scanned the road in front of us for live wires and, not seeing any danger, gratefully pressed the gas pedal of my van.
Traffic picked up after we got through the eye of the needle, but there was something else. It was Sunday in Sandy, Oregon, a small community outside the Portland metro area, but nothing was open, not even gas stations. We experienced this as a dawning awareness, as most of the scene appeared normal, but gradually little things began to stand out. Places usually open on off days were dark. Pretty soon we realized that every building was dark.
That’s when we understood why traffic was still slow. All of the traffic lights in town were out. But what stood out, like the tracks criss-crossing the snowy landscape behind us, was that everyone driving back from the mountain and those going in the opposite direction took turns in a safe and respectful manner. The air was pregnant with the same emotion the kid in the S.U.V. had perhaps unwittingly conveyed to us.
We thought, “is this how people will behave in a real apocalypse?”*
*Note: News of Japan’s earthquake, tsunami, and nuclear meltdown had reached us over the weekend, and I was fielding texts from my brother, who lives further south, asking whether it was safe to go outside.
I’d like to share with you some of the excellent reasons Veg For Life and Farm Sanctuary provided me with last year when I decided to stop eating meat and dairy. Over a year later, I feel fine and still enjoy a range of physical ability, while my diet has expanded in yumminess. (Note: “yumminess” is a scientific word meaning “really tasty and interesting.”)
- In the U.S., animals raised for food have almost no humane protections in how they are raised and killed.
- More greenhouse gasses are released from livestock rearing than all forms of transportation combined.
- Reaching and maintaining a healthy weight is one result of a low-fat vegetarian diet.
- Grain production in the U.S. is fed mostly to farm animals rather than people, to the tune of 80% corn and 70% or more of other grains.
- Mad cow, or Krutzfeld-Jacobs disease, as it is called in human beings, is making people sick and causing premature deaths around the world.
- Confinement (often extreme), abuse, neglect, and mutilation are common practices forced on farm animals.
- In terms of ecological destruction, livestock grazing is one of the most damaging.
- Heart disease and high blood pressure are more easily avoided with a diet that leaves out meat and dairy.
- Inside factory farms, pathogens like e.coli and salmonella have an easy time growing.
- Animals confined on factory farms are not allowed to engage in instinctual behavior and live only a small fraction of their natural life spans.
- Water quality is strongly deteriorated by animal agricultural run-off into natural waterways across this country.
- Adult-onset diabetes is much less common in vegetarians.
- Eating animals raised in such a way that they are made so sick or injured to the point that they can no longer walk eating weakened energy, madness, and disease.
- Huge amounts of fossil fuels and drinkable water are wasted on imbalanced and unnatural livestock rearing practices.
- Osteoporosis can be prevented through removal of animal protein from the diet.
- A vegetarian diet is more energy-efficient, according to the U. of Chicago (as if we needed a college study to tell us that).
- Low-fat, high-fiber diets excluding animal products have been shown numerous times to prevent and reverse cancer.
- More than 50% of world forests have been cut down in order to raise and feed livestock.
- About 10 billion animals die needlessly on factory farms each year to fuel the world food industry.
- I feel like it’s the least I can do for the sake of the animals suffering unconscionable atrocities at the hands of criminal factory farm operators.
More information is available on these statistics at the links above. Please share this information to help make this world a happier and healthier place for all living things.
It may be time to start building that perimeter wall, folks. After watching the 2008 movie Quarantine the other night, I felt my first authentic fear of zombies. I started experiencing the basic status-quo terror of zombies as a 9-year-old, when, having moved from Northern California to a remote property in Southern Oregon, I created a fantasy that zombies began shuffling up our gravel driveway whenever I rested my hands over my stomach in bed at night. I realize that this makes no sense, but hey I was nine. I had the only room in the cabin, being the one girl in the family. This was great for privacy, and for displaying my doll collection across an entire wall of shelves decorated as a doll house. But the room had a door leading out into the wilderness with a large single-pane window and a fork through the latch. Yes, a fork, we were poor; get over it. I used to shudder within the first two seconds of reaching up to cup my face with my hands and press my nose against the cold glass to peer into the blackness at night. And I would back away into the light of my room and pretend I’d never seen that dark nightscape.
What I thought was so powerful about Quarantine was that it added to the idea put forth by 28 Days Later of a zombie scenario stemming from disease, a plausible source for such an outbreak. It seems to me that the popularity of zombies as an apocalypse scenario is due in part to the collective consciousness agreement that it could never really happen. If zombies were real, we’d all be so so in trouble, and life would be a terrifying ordeal as well as a lot shorter. The last thing anyone would enjoy is watching video of the real thing. No, we’re hooked as a culture because we can snuggle into our couches and scarf popcorn, knowing that we’ll never actually have to deal with that particular hell on Earth.
But.
Think about it. If “terrorists” or the government or the military or a corporation or coalition of corporations decided to gain (more) control of the population, then it would perhaps not be too difficult to engineer and release an “apocalypse virus” like in the film Quarantine.
So what am I telling you? I’m suggesting that for a moment you stare straight into the blackness of the idea that a zombie apocalypse could actually happen in real life, and then come back into the light and tell me what you saw. Maybe plant a Permaculture garden. Buy a hand-held poker and grind the tip to a point. Sit down and start writing letters to Congress and the Senate about corporate accountability, factory farm reform, and campaign finance reform. Do something to become more sustainable, self-reliant, and able to help others in a crisis.
Now, for the fun stuff. The Center for Disease Control actually published a guide for zombie survival! This is wonderfully ridiculous but perhaps kind of strange as well. The CDC isn’t supposed to have a sense of humor! My opinion is that the governmental organization officially in charge of disease prevention and control for the United States of America writing a zombie survival guide on its website does not bode particularly well in terms of what may lie ahead.
Maybe I will finally go out and buy some emergency supplies this Halloween along with a bad wig and fake eyelashes.
Perhaps one of the things we’ll all need to survive anything really, from a typical day in America to some kind of horrible breakdown of society, is a big smile and a chuckle. If the CDC can express such a fantastic sense of humor, such a break from standard official seriousness, maybe they are stressed out, or perhaps we’d all benefit from a little comedy to go with our spooky fantasies this Halloween.
 The internet seems like a Choose Your Own Adventure book..
Organizing computer files and bookmarks can be a really involved process, kind of like cleaning off one’s desk or dipping into the file cabinet. Yikes, when did I forget completely about this pile of opportunities? 2007, it says here. Right.
Sometimes the random wave carries us to something worth doing right away, and it brings us into the moment. Recently I was playing a game I like to call “Youtube DJ.” I eventually stumbled upon a video with a name that meant nothing to me but that leapt out for some reason. I usually go for these kinds of apparent tips from the Universe, as in my experience they seem to be signs pointing me in the direction of Spirit, the Way. With so much consumer advertising in the every day visual landscape, extra-sensory glowing signs are a welcome wayfinding tool.
The video was interesting to me, snagging my ear bandwidth despite the 90 other tabs I had open and was trying to clear one-by-one in my browser. Talk about busy! I kept hunting for the video’s tab several score deep when the audio got my attention with snippets about proof for the Earth as a living organism, a clear discussion of the rights of Natural Persons, and Sanskrit creating harmonious patterns in light.
Here is the video and a link to Sanskrit audio for listening on the web. I hope you enjoy what came up in the surf for me today. 
Watch Kymatica video
Listen to spoken Sanskrit
P.S. I posted a special find in the comments for those of you who take the time to watch the video. You’ll love it!
Ever thought of the idea that you have power in America? I know, I know, it’s a crazy thought. We here in the land of the free get to shop a lot, and we can make relatively good money if we’re lucky, and we have the rights still to speak out on things our government or industry do that harm us, though we are told repeatedly by our own media that we don’t have this power or that using it doesn’t make any difference. In fact, we are living in the country responsible for the majority of aggressive action against the very environment that sustains human life, our own world.
 We The People still have power in America. From factory farms allowed to bring illegal workers into the country and unregulated for how they treat food animals and pollute drinking water, to campaign finance standards without regulation that allow private interests to directly influence elected government officials’ decision-making, the U.S. sustains the problems truly responsible for the state of the ecological crisis.
Individuals are learning about ways to stand up in their own shoes and opt out of the mainstream madness that is American culture. This week past Eco-Logic client Kim Smith shared her Permaculture project with OPB journalist David Miller on the show Think Out Loud. A number of others doing projects in support of the Eco-Challenge contributed stories. Listen HERE.
Anything you do as a property owner or renter makes a difference, despite the disempowerment and misinformation campaign being carried out by corporate U.S. media that tells us all we don’t have any power. I’ve been observing natural resource flows from a Taoist and naturalist-mystic perspective for years, and it is clear to me that materials are fluid in the environment. Millions of seemingly insignificant small blocks on private and business properties, such as curbs, concrete, and degraded or bare soil, act in concert on the macroscopic scale to powerfully affect the availability of nutrients, moisture, and food for thousands of organisms. These creatures have vital jobs to do in the symphony of balance maintained by our planet, a natural system in the Cosmos.
Watch a short video taken from the field here:
Every Plant Counts
The more each person and family reaches out to cooperate with Nature, and the more that we share our stories with each other, the less we’ll all feel the corporate strangle hold on the resources we all need to survive. There is a shift occurring right now. Eco-Logic urges you to join in with simple action and be a part of the movement that is going to survive the Zombie Apocalypse.
I visited the cemetery on Crystal Lake Drive on a weekday in June of 1999. I was enrolled in an experimental university course called The Philosophy of Death and Dying, and this was an assignment. It was sunny, with white clouds filling niches in a wide summer-blue sky, and I managed to miss the torrent that came about five minutes after I left. It was Oregon, after all, where one can never rely on consistent weather. I’d never visited a cemetery before with the intent to record impressions. I’d also never experienced the weird sensations that came on that day under my feet.
I arrived and walked to the river, a space in the trees signifying its presence. I sort of naturally made this my beginning and ending point for this walk. I took note of the clumps of water plants clogging the river’s surface, an old rowboat tied to the bank, still above the water’s edge, wind in the trees, thick grass, and a strong wish suddenly to stay there beside the slow-moving water. Wild poppies and chamomile flowers crowded in at my feet.
Behind me, the cemetery was divided into two kinds of sections. The farthest away was for raised stones, and the first section I walked through was for ground-level stones. Flags from Memorial Day waved from almost every grave, creating an illusion of life through movement. Other movement in the yard was created by a Blue Jay hopping in the grass
to eat worms and insects, then landing on a grave stone, and a Gray Squirrel loping like a sail from one large tree to another at my approach. There were all types of trees of different sizes. I speculated during my walk on whether this sense of life in the graveyard was due to the life of the wind made visible by flags, the awareness of the dead themselves, or the leftover intentions of those who inserted the flags.
Store-bought bouquets dotted almost every grave. Stones had depressions under them and were old, weathered, rainstained,
cracked, and lopsided. I took a straight diagonal. Starting out into the empty lawn, I had my usual air of bohemian flippancy. Soon a reticence touched down on me, like one of the white clouds turning to gray and descending to within an arm’s reach. I started not wanting to be there. The first grave started to change that. A not-so-subtle tingling went up the bottoms of my feet into my calves. I started to see images of the dead bodies, the bones, resting a couple of meters under the ground, sealed off from this shining, wonderfully breezy day. I decided then and there that no one would ever bury me. I want to be scattered over a river and in forests and mountain meadows and such, a little bit of me returned to each variety of
natural space.
As I found myself reading aloud names and dates and such, I noticed my flippancy dissolve, and it became interesting to be there. I read a lot of the tombstones, and I was particularly moved by the graves for folks who died in 1881, 1885, and 1888. It was such a long time ago. I wondered how the stones had gotten to this cemetery, whether the cemetery was that old,
whether the stones were that old. A hundred years is a long time to a human being.
All throughout this walk, the weird and unexpected tingling energy rode up from the ground into my feet. Once when I squatted, the tingling graduated to the seat of my pants. I also kept having a weird sense that there was a consciousness
present over the yard. Somehow the dead seemed to be enjoying this day. I was taken aback by this sensation, because I did not expect to feel anything at all while there. I’ve been to a couple other graveyards and felt nothing at all. This was really, really strange. I spoke the following into a micro cassette recorder and feel like it deserves to be included:
There is a kind of presence, I don’t know, all these stones, like, this solid sort of a – you can’t just run freely through here without noticing that there’s this…feeling – I’m getting a really strong feeling out of the ground.
Just standing there on the surface with the dead under the ground made me sad for their captivity. I noted each time I touched a stone, and after walking for a while, I felt like paying respect to all the graves I walked over. I said a “Thanks” of sorts. Just as I started looking for a baby grave, I found one of a three year old. I sat down in front of it to ponder the enigma of Wilbur’s death. But here is what I recorded:
Good or bad for my spirit, I believe in vibratory influence – vibrations of today and in a cemetery of all the vibration that’s here and all the time and energy that is spent in a certain vibration in this cemetery by the living, plus the presence of the bones of those who have lived – I believe all of that contains vibration and there’s a vibration that’s left here – just from every single thing that’s ever happened here, or every person who’s ever lived who’s been buried here – lot of vibration that’s left over that continues to emanate a presence or an influence upon – a contribution to the world.
Then I closed my eyes at the kid’s grave. It felt funny, like floating, and I didn’t feel still at all, not solid, not in one place. When I started back the way I’d come, I said goodbye to the little kid in the grave as if the stone was conscious. It was funny – I did it unconsciously. I never had a feeling or any ideas for why he might have died. I did walk away with a sense that people had lived to old ages long ago. I thought the modern idea about not taking your stuff with you when you pass on could mean that all these people were left with was bones, pure and simple, no toys. I ended up back at the river, and I took note of two things I hadn’t noted before. Two large dead trees crisscrossed the channel near the boat, and lots of new growth in
grasses and other weeds was occurring up against dead material. My walk among the dead was kind of like that.
After 14 years, I have relocated an article I read in the Washington Post one afternoon while attending college. I was standing in my boyfriend’s living room, and I couldn’t sit down I was so excited. But I laid it down and forgot to keep the paper. Over the years, I tried to find the article again using search terms on Google and by writing to the Washington Post, with no luck. Now that I have fortunately relocated the documentation of this important story, I would like to spread the word. I think this information profoundly changes the world-view that American teenagers of my generation were taught in high school science and has far-reaching implications for human perception and experience.
In 1986, scientist Louis A. Frank released his findings to NASA that house-sized frozen water droplets are and always have been raining down into Earth’s atmosphere from Space. The 40-foot wide “snowballs,” as the scientific community refers to them, were previously undetected with the instruments available due to the relative size and speed of the droplets. The discovery was confirmed with further research, however.
The significance of this relatively new-found fact is that our planet’s water cycle is not closed, as our text books diagrammed with colorful cartoons, but open to space.
Essentially, then, little wet vehicles for all manner of materials enter our atmosphere daily. I’ve come across numerous theories of Earth’s seeding from Cosmic origins, but what about yesterday, tomorrow, today? Where did the last rainstorm over your town come from? What might it have carried to your local soil, plant communities and crops, drinking water?
The relatively small comets Louis A. Frank discovered are mostly water, but it seems overwhelmingly obvious that an incalculable variety of organic and inorganic material is arriving in the cosmic rain we’re getting, especially since these water comets apparently helped Earth form its oceans.
It is a fact that on Earth rain clouds form when water vapor attracts to bits of grit and dust in the atmosphere. Science has declared Space to be filled with dust, and ice composed of H2O has also been found (also kind of unnecessary to prove if you ask me) in numerous locations, both within our solar system and galaxy, and billions of light years away. In my humble opinion, the question to ask is why wouldn’t Frank’s comets also be bringing us solid and probably organic particles? I dare to say ‘probably organic’ because I think some things are just kind of obvious. But that may just be me.
The Findhorn Foundation in Northern Scotland, famous for its spiritually-created gardens, received messages from the spirits of plants telling them that trees anchor our planet in its orbit. Trees are able to attract rain to themselves as well via what some scientists say is an ability to create vapor flows and indigenous people say is a much deeper ‘like-attracts-like’ kind of process. My personal experience is that trees anchor the planet energetically and also channel raw cosmic energies coming at Earth from Space in a way that disperses and sort of organizes the charge of the untamed rays into a usable form. I have witnessed this physically as well as visually. The founders of Findhorn received communications from the plant kingdom that corroborate this as one of the primary functions of trees. Perhaps it could be that Planet Earth’s global forest is the magnet for the cosmic rain Frank documented. Indeed, the research conducted surrounding his discovery perplexed the scientific community because there doesn’t seem to be any rain coming down on the moon. The moon, of course, has no trees.
According to the Washington Post articles, thirty of the house-sized cosmic droplets hit Earth each minute, or “43,000 of these celestial snowballs arrive on Earth every day.” It is my hope that whomever newly shares in the discovery of this awesome, mind-opening information takes a little more time and energy to observe the natural world and tune in to what s/he perceives. I will definitely have more to share soon on this last statement. (You can check Eco-Logic’s calendar of events for workshops.)
The original article can be read in its entirety here: Cosmic Rain
At the Oregon Country Fair this past week, I was lucky to motivate myself to get to the tipi in Community Village where a presentation was being held on the Hopi Prophecy. I wove through the wide strands of people looking for clothing and other gear to enhance their appearance and enjoyment, and with purpose I arrived at the white towering canvas structure in time to claim a comfortable cushion and accept a shell of sage leaves to smudge myself. The Hopi Survival Guide had frightened me as a teenager when I read it, but the message of the prophecy lingered beyond the dire warning of the direction human beings have been heading, that of choice. I wanted to come to this talk at the Country Fair because whoever was revisiting it at this time could have something current to suggest about one of the oldest prophecies on record.
The tipi filled up, and a prophecy cloth was shown to us. It depicted the actual drawing relaying the prophecy on the rock wall. The cloth had been created by a man officially asked by the last native elder in charge of sharing the prophecy to carry on the teachings after his death.
The points that the speaker considered important centered around a third kind of major disturbance in the scale of time, shown as the third circle on the bottom horizontal line, after the rightmost vertical line, and the figures lined up atop the top horizontal line. These figures’ heads are disconnected from their bodies as they travel the path of disconnection, basically the opposite of a spiritual path. Immediately, I noticed that the third disturbance, as indicated on the speaker’s cloth, bore a striking resemblance to a symbol that I wrote about in a previous blog article, that of a pyramid with its apex hovering above its main lower two thirds.
The two symbols, that of people with their heads disconnected from their bodies and that of the disconnected pyramid, which is so common and yet strange nevertheless, seemed also to be obviously related to one another. The discussion in the Community Village tipi centered around this symbology of disconnection. The prophecy appears to indicate an inner sort of war, a time where people are stuck in their heads, disconnected from their hearts.
In my studies of mythology during a college exchange to New Mexico, I gained insight into recognition of symbols within the variation of depictions by different hands, in diverse cultures, and at various times. The cloth shown to the group in the tipi during the Country Fair had a distinctly pyramidal third disturbance symbol, where in the example I found online (shown above) the symbol is not immediately recognizable as related to the pyramid I mentioned.
Human senses are deeply affected by environmental and internal stimuli. For instance, perception is easily dulled with repetition of things we know to be untrue or ridiculous, as with television commercials or talk shows. Entrainment to such low-frequency patterns of thought act on the mind to discount and eventually not see a variety of options outside of what is presented. Eating food with chemical additives like energy sodas and neon orange snack foods has an emotional impact on the human organism, dulling and confusing our sensory capacity. The kind of recognition that one can have, therefore, as a result of specific stimuli has validity. In other words, you sometimes have to be in the right mood or state of health to see or be drawn to something, for instance a connection.
To me it is definitely possible that the Hopi Prophecy warns modern people of what is already perceptible as the early stages of a kind of global media pop-corporate culture seduction including pod-to-pod living and an all-encompassing drive for fame and wealth. From personal mp3 playing device pods that block out the sounds of Nature and communication from other people, to the automobile that surrounds us in a slightly larger pod of glass and steel and carries us directly into our home box or pod from our work pod, we are distinctly cut off from what is real in this world right now as a mass culture. Subliminal advertising doesn’t even have to be in use if soulless music is played in grocery stores. Media conglomeration continues to squelch local perspectives and diverse reporting of what is news-worthy. There are so many additional examples of disconnection in this society (U.S.) that I’m sure I don’t need to go into them here. Perhaps it’s not quite as all-encompassing as in the movie The Matrix, but the similarities could be worthy of thought.
Here are the important questions as I see them: how could this kind of disconnectedness have been foretold by an ancient people? And more importantly, why is it worth being warned about?
I think that the first question is a whole other article, so I will say that I think they were deeply connected to their natural sensory ability and leave it at that for now so I can move onto the second question. Disconnection is a serious threat to the survival of our species. Whether you believe it or not, the fact is that humanity exists inside a living system where connectivity is the name of the game. Everything affects and is affected by everything else. If you’ve ever experienced synchronicity, you’ve witnessed the magic of how your seemingly routine decisions can help another person’s manifestation come about, and vise versa. The casual conversation you have on the commuter train with a stranger on the way to work triggers you to see a musical performance at which you run into an old acquaintance who has just the information you were looking for, etc. We are all connected in a mysterious web of energy whether we utilize it or continually block ourselves off from recognizing it. Connection can be as simple and yet profound as being in the right place at the right time because a friend tipped you off to something good. In terms of global systemic balance, do you think it is better to tune in and turn on to what your intuition is telling you or to stop and check your facebook messages every time the bing goes off on your smart phone?
I would like to bring into this question the symbol of the levitating pyramid cap. There is an interesting video series that interprets this symbol in an uncommon way. After watching the exploration of levitation via complex symbol magnetics, I decided that it is perhaps possible that the “Free Masons” called themselves free because they had discovered how not to have to lift a finger to build with stone. Regardless of that particular interpretation, the floating pyramid symbol is almost everywhere you look. I even saw it at the Oregon Country Fair! Who knows why or what it means? It does get used a lot by conspiracy theorists though to “prove” their theories, thus inspiring fear.
Fear itself seems to be mainly a kind of disconnection from reality, reality being the bioenergetic fact that human beings can create material substance from thought via emotional frequency. I postulate, then, that the Hopi Prophecy is a warning against separating from our nature, our inherent powers of creation, our basic connection to Nature and to each other, and an admonition to reconnect within, and to act in strong accord with the deep frequency of the heart chakra. In this way, we can save ourselves from our own darkness.
On Sunday night of the Country Fair, I sat on a bale of straw next to my new friend and fellow camper Octavia, who is a good friend of Brian Stroud and his wife. The wire and L.E.D. crystal she carried to illuminate her way and lost later that night reminded me of The Dark Crystal, and the way the Skeksis merged with the urRu again after the crystal was reunited with the shard. I wonder if this is the meaning of the Hopi Prophecy.
We’ve all heard the term “conspiracy theory.” This is the idea that a master plot is being carried out by an elite group to take control of humanity. There are several tangents of conspiracy theory, from government control, to alien take-over, to hollywood satanism. After reviewing a number of explanations and analyses of these theories, I would like to bring some points I haven’t seen yet into the conversation.
While the main message of the conspiracy analyses I have digested seems clearly to be “get ready for suffering,” I’d like to insert Franklin D. Roosevelt’s deeply wise statement here, that the only thing to fear is fear itself. Those of us interested in personal and social evolution and grappling with ideas about how to best handle things like the Patriot Act and corporate personhood, for instance, can stock our toolboxes with methods for getting and staying connected to source energy from within our personal energy bodies.* Such enables those seeking a source of personal power or a stronger footing from which to do their best work to sidestep the destructive energy of such theories as well as that of various energy vampires who out of their own fear endeavor to hold back the light of the awakening soul. That mouthful basically means that within your auric field, you are safe, if you learn how to nourish and utilize its fascinating qualities. It also means that there are many people in the world who avoid their own truths, feelings, and shadow selves by tormenting anyone they see shining brightly. It seems easier to them to push others down than heal their own suffering and rise to a new frequency.
When I use the term ‘source energy,’ I intend to point the reader toward a consideration of whatever conceptual version of Great Spirit with with she or he resonates. When I say ‘God,’ I get a Christian vibe from that word. I learned from the Bahai faith, which I studied in college, to tolerate Christianity for its basic teachings of love and service to a higher good for all humankind, even though I can’t find the same attitude towards its mass murder of women intent to channel healing (W.I.T.C.H.es) back in the 15th to 18th centuries. Native American spirituality has always held strong sway with me, matching up with my own earthy sentiments in terms of a natural diety who wants humanity to evolve toward greater health, love, and harmony with Nature. As a natural mystic, in the style of Alan Watts and Van Morrison, I’ve chosen to weave that with a practice of Taoism, which fits my observations, studies, and experiences of the world. My sense is that it doesn’t matter what name a person gives to what has been called ‘higher power,’ or how exactly one practices reverence for this entity or energy, in accordance with basic shalls and shall nots of energy exchange, such as respect for life, which goes without saying for the most part. And I should probably say for the sake of clarity that I believe there to be only One, thereby rendering any arguments of satanic worship fitting into the definition of higher power irrelevant.
 Having said all this, the main focus of this piece is the use of focus for protection. Or, to be more precise, sidestepping of unwanted experiences or circumstances. In my study of manifestation, which began when I lost a job in 2006, I’ve learned how closely it relates to Taoism. Allowing events their neutrality opens the path to deeper experience and opportunities one might have missed were focus frozen on what has happened and how much seems to be wrong with that.
How this relates to conspiracy theories as presented in videos like ‘Are You Ready?,’ ‘Satanic Hollywood,’ future world map projections, and similar story lines is that fear is the main tool of such supposed agendas, yet the expose efforts available online as mentioned above just generate more of the same fear. The tone of all the documentaries I’ve watched and articles I’ve read is the same, a warning. There aren’t many solutions or action-plans is this material. The movie Zeitgeist Moving Forward looks at one man’s design ideas about human settlements as a solution and does address the fact of our unique power as human beings to withstand and avert disaster from a spiritual base. But after viewing the movie I was left with an unquantifiable dread and no idea how to get to a safe place, so to speak. The message of hope seemed obscured.
Granted, not everyone will share my response to conspiracy theory. Some may digest it wholly as fact and spend the rest of their lives scrambling to build a zombie-proof fortress underground. Others might dismiss it all and keep on gardening, programming, trading stocks, or whatever they are currently doing. The message of conspiracy theorists, regardless, is to be afraid, and this discussion responds by suggesting an option for transmuting generated emotional thought patterns with regard to the integrity of the energy body.
So here’s the crux of my argument. Because conspiracy theory seeks to generate the energy of fear within you, it leaves its weakness open, and that weakness is the need to scare you. Once you recognize that weak spot in the conspiracy argument for what it is, you can simply know that fear generates patterns of energy within your bioenergetic organism that create that which is feared, and you can then change your frequency to that of love and appreciation. What this simple but powerful act does is move you out of the channels that lead toward the apocalypse or satanic alien takeover or nibiru collision or being in the wrong place at the wrong time, to be quite blunt. There are many scenarios for apocalypse, and I won’t go into them because why dwell on what is not desirable? In fact, that is exactly what this work is about. A great film about focus in this context can be found on Youtube, combining the coexistence of quantum physics and conspiracy theory.
One final point I’d like to make in the conversation about conspiracy theories is that fear of an apocalypse of any kind serves to motivate awakening individuals toward the development of inner spiritual-energetic resources that appear to be designed to serve the well-being and survival of the human being, regardless of the state of the environment… This is a Taoist perspective. Fear or empowerment? The supposed perpetrators of global attack on grassroots people can’t get you if you can get connected to the only real source of energy there is. By doing this you can get on with the unfolding of your unique gift to the world and participate in the evolution of humankind toward greater good for all life. That’s my $.02.
*I will be teaching a workshop in the near future on an effective way to get and stay connected to Universal energy currents that heal and protect us from within our personal energy bodies. Keep an eye on my calendar if you would like to attend, or sign up for my newsletter to be notified of dates and locations.
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