Here and Now...What's Happening?

[modwiz]

I think there is a resemblance with me and PL, based on his avatar that he used briefly. Especially in this picture:

Beautiful birches, Astrid. A very magical tree, with the smooth white bark. Makes me want to get into your birches.

[astrid]

Mod, i know you like crypo speak but , hmmmmm???

How you even post a blank page and not get the
"too short" message?

Clever wizard you.


ahh .. you appeared,
that was weird.

[modwiz]

Posted by astrid (here)
Mod, i know you like crypo speak but , hmmmmm???

How you even post a blank page and not get the
"too short" message?

Clever wizard you.


ahh .. you appeared.

I get away with so much sh!t.

[astrid]

HAHA... i have no doubt!


Update on my Birch post.
This is pretty interesting.

"The Birch tree (Old Irish “Beith,” genus Betula) is a deciduous tree with white or grey bark.

As the birch is one of the earliest to gain its spring leaves, it is the tree of youth and the new year and its birch rods were used to drive out the spirit of the old year. It is a birch rod that Robin Red Breast used to slay the wren in a furze (gorse) bush on St. Stephen’s Day.

In Wales, the birch is a tree of love and wreaths of birch are woven as love tokens, its trunk used for the maypole. Like many trees with protective properties, birch boughs over cradles and carriages protect infants against the glamour of the Little People.

Phenologically, the leafing out of the birch marked the beginning of the agricultural year in some Scandinavian countries.

Birch twigs were one of the three woods used in the witch’s besom. Bound to the handle, the birch broom represents the Goddess in maiden form. Birch represents the letter “B” in the ogham alphabet and the first tree month extending from December 24 to January 24. "

here, too.

http://www.treesforlife.org.uk/fores...olk/birch.html

"Folklore and herbalism credit different parts of the birch with a variety of medicinal properties. The leaves are diuretic and antiseptic, and an effective remedy for cystitis and other urinary tract infections. They were also used to dissolve kidney stones and relieve rheumatism and gout. The sap (as wine or cordial) similarly prevents kidney and bladder stones, treats rheumatism, and can be used to treat skin complaints. The bark is said to ease muscle pain if applied externally."

[ViralSpiral]

Posted by modwiz (here)
Makes me want to get into your birches.

Ha! A true wizard of wordz

Love it!





And yes, I see the resemblance. A brother from another

[astrid]

I made a talisman today for Louis our of a Birch branch,
for protection. He's a bit of an issue atm, whenever i journey,
he totally freaks out. I bent a thin branch into a Celtic
knot design and put it on his collar, its going to be
interesting to observe the changes. So far he has gone
from pacing and panting, to totally calm, very cool indeed.

Celtic knot work is so beautiful.
It speaks to me.
I guess i must have Celtic roots, way back when.

[Anchor]

Posted by ViralSpiral (here)

Posted by modwiz (here)
Makes me want to get into your birches.

Ha! A true wizard of wordz

Most wizards need to be exceptionally cunning linguists.

Gets them out of all sorts of trouble

[Calz]

Posted by modwiz (here)
I think there is a resemblance with me and PL, based on his avatar that he used briefly. Especially in this picture:

Me thinks you are both Frank Zappa clones using your clever wizard spells to cast doubts into our minds.

What was that about the yellow snow again??

[Marianne]

Posted by astrid (here)
It is a birch rod that Robin Red Breast used to slay the wren in a furze (gorse) bush on St. Stephen’s Day.

Astrid, which day is St. Stephen's Day?

I have birch essential oil... love it.

[PurpleLama]

Gets them into trouble, too....

[modwiz]

Posted by Calz_Avaretard (here)

Posted by modwiz (here)
I think there is a resemblance with me and PL, based on his avatar that he used briefly. Especially in this picture:

Me thinks you are both Frank Zappa clones using your clever wizard spells to cast doubts into our minds.

What was that about the yellow snow again??


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Don't eat it! Unless you find some in the birches.

"I'll just put you in a coma with some......
cunning linguistics".

[eaglespirit]

Posted by ulli (here)

Posted by Anchor (here)
I have noticed among those somnolent people around me - in my week daily deep-dive into the oppression of city life, that a rather large percentage, more than I expected, are starting to ask significant questions.

It is encouraging, as I am certain that are a tell of those first yawns and stretches of morning time.

Yes, I think to myself, it is time to wake up, here let me pull those curtains back for you - come one - its time to get out of bed and step into the world that was here before you were sent to sleep by those oh-so-clever lullaby's.

If people are doing that could it be that perhaps something has shifted inside of you first?
Sometimes we go back to sleep because everyone else is sleeping.

I'm going to look at what I just wrote here, and take it as advice for myself. After all, it is 4:50 am and I could do with a couple of extra hours....

This is a trick, by the way, which I can recommend everyone to use once in a while:
Whatever advice you are giving to another, use it as a message for yourself...it came straight from your soul.

Yes, yes, yes Ulli...in full accordance : )
Been listening to my own prompted one on one deliveries for quite some time now, what it does also is refresh the personal experiences that gathered the wisdom that is meant to be shared when the receiver is in front of us...gratitude and harmony enhance the sharing in a beautiful almost effortless way!
The simple things shared here at the Here and Now are the most profound, imho.

[astrid]

You boys.....

St Stephens day is Dec 26th from my searching,
I just remembered that Wiki and a host of other sites are down for
24 hours in a protest against internet censorship.

[eaglespirit]

Posted by astrid (here)
Had an inspiring day communing with my 2 backyard Birch trees. I had no idea they were so sacred in the Celtic tradition.

I journeyed to them and got permission to remove some branches for some Shamanic art, and talisman making.

Quite a playful day, creative energies starting to dance around me again, such a relief.

Recall...driving to northern Maine to visit an ill Friend at the Canadian border in '05.
The Birches were my Melody and Spirit Connection on the last stretch of that Journey.
'twas a beautiful thing : )

[Calz]

Using my very best Monty Python voice ...

And now for something completely different ...

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=Iqmba7npY8g

[1inMany]

Mornin'
Here and now...have been frazzled, absolutely not a moment alone. Grrrr. Quite perplexing how, why, and when I became such a hermit. I hear the clicking rhythm of the clock, hummmm of heater. I see the lamp, actually 3. This is the here and now. Running and running tends to make me feel like the world is a merry-go-round, and I need the ride to stop for a breather. The tick-tock reminds me there is no true silence for me.

Have been hesitant to share, even log-in for fear I would be a vampire and suck the good energy out of the village, or somehow damage it or something. I don't want to take, take, take. That's not me. So, I have been sort of holding back from even dipping my toe to test the temp, for fear some green sludge would drip into the clear, cool and refreshing waters here.

I miss my zone so much. I dislike living in the here and now to the exclusion of my spiritual self. I wish I could be that all the time. Sometimes I feel like I'm not in either, just limbo, going through the motions.

19 years ago, an event occurred in my life. Others who have experienced this event also report the memory and difficulties associated with it re-appearing annually. It's an anniversary of sorts, sometimes a reminder of how fragile we are and other times a reminder of how strong. When it first occurred, it was like my life was a glass jar filled with marbles that was dropped on a ceramic tile floor. Every marble was an aspect of who I was. In finding a new container, I found that some marbles didn't fit in the container even with some of the marbles having disappeared. It was a very painful 2 or 3 years, but eventually I came to know the new me. And as life progressed, I found that instead of living in a gray cloud, the sun came out to bless me...at first maybe only a few weeks of the year, but gradually for more and more time. Now, sun is the norm and the gray cloud appears fleetingly. Apparently, this year for a week or so.

This cloud is very thick, and it blocks signals from every direction. I know to just let the cloud happen, it will pass. But, it does effect every aspect of who I am. I wake up perturbed, and normal, every day stuff aggravates me. Not a good time to make decisions, really, because it is this agitated me that is present. Oh, I put on a good face, but...

Love to all,

[PurpleLama]

One in many, perhaps this was your cloud, all along:

http://sacred-texts.com/chr/cou/index.htm

[778 neighbour of some guy]

Posted by Calz_Avaretard (here)
Using my very best Monty Python voice ...

And now for something completely different ...

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=Iqmba7npY8g

Now that is uplifting enough to provide massive amounts of free energy for just about almost everybody.

[modwiz]

Posted by 1inMany (here)
Mornin'
Here and now...have been frazzled, absolutely not a moment alone. Grrrr. Quite perplexing how, why, and when I became such a hermit. I hear the clicking rhythm of the clock, hummmm of heater. I see the lamp, actually 3. This is the here and now. Running and running tends to make me feel like the world is a merry-go-round, and I need the ride to stop for a breather. The tick-tock reminds me there is no true silence for me.

Have been hesitant to share, even log-in for fear I would be a vampire and suck the good energy out of the village, or somehow damage it or something. I don't want to take, take, take. That's not me. So, I have been sort of holding back from even dipping my toe to test the temp, for fear some green sludge would drip into the clear, cool and refreshing waters here.

I miss my zone so much. I dislike living in the here and now to the exclusion of my spiritual self. I wish I could be that all the time. Sometimes I feel like I'm not in either, just limbo, going through the motions.

19 years ago, an event occurred in my life. Others who have experienced this event also report the memory and difficulties associated with it re-appearing annually. It's an anniversary of sorts, sometimes a reminder of how fragile we are and other times a reminder of how strong. When it first occurred, it was like my life was a glass jar filled with marbles that was dropped on a ceramic tile floor. Every marble was an aspect of who I was. In finding a new container, I found that some marbles didn't fit in the container even with some of the marbles having disappeared. It was a very painful 2 or 3 years, but eventually I came to know the new me. And as life progressed, I found that instead of living in a gray cloud, the sun came out to bless me...at first maybe only a few weeks of the year, but gradually for more and more time. Now, sun is the norm and the gray cloud appears fleetingly. Apparently, this year for a week or so.

This cloud is very thick, and it blocks signals from every direction. I know to just let the cloud happen, it will pass. But, it does effect every aspect of who I am. I wake up perturbed, and normal, every day stuff aggravates me. Not a good time to make decisions, really, because it is this agitated me that is present. Oh, I put on a good face, but...

Love to all,

19 years ago is yesterdays news. If the cuts and the scrapes on our skin refused to heal and close our physical bodies would be the same wreckage most emotional bodies are in. This is letting go or forgiving that is the magic that heals. Scars may remain, they are the memory, but the memory dealt with and closure made. Let the wisdom of your skin show you how to deal with wounds. Its secret is it does hold on to the hurt. It takes no insult in being rent open. Wholeness, as best as is possible, is always its way. Disease is invariably the emotional body and its insults and traumas vibrating to the physical level and overwhelming the somatic body with pathos.

As long as you can stand posts like this one, I can stand to here your 'stuff'. There are those here who will listen and not even get on a soap box either.

Glad you made to the here and now again.

[1inMany]

PurpleLama,

Nothing is known of him; beyond the fact, which seems clear from his writings, that he was a cloistered monk devoted to the contemplative life. It has been thought that he was a Carthusian. But the rule of that austere order, whose members live p. 8 in hermit‑like seclusion, and scarcely meet except for the purpose of divine worship, can hardly have afforded him opportunity of observing and enduring all those tiresome tricks and absurd mannerisms of which he gives so amusing and realistic a description in the lighter passages of the Cloud. These passages betray the half‑humorous exasperation of the temperamental recluse, nervous, fastidious, and hypersensitive, loving silence and peace, but compelled to a daily and hourly companionship with persons of a less contemplative type: some finding in extravagant and meaningless gestures an outlet for suppressed vitality; others overflowing with a terrible cheerfulness like “giggling girls and nice japing jugglers”; others so lacking in repose that they “can neither sit still, stand still, nor lie still, unless they be either wagging with their feet or else somewhat doing with their hands.” Though he cannot go to the length of condemning these habits as mortal p. 9 sins, the author of the Cloud leaves us in no doubt as to the irritation with which they inspired him, or the distrust with which he regards the spiritual claims of those who fidget.

OMFUMFE! (My alternative to OMG, which is Oh My Freaking Unified Masculine and Feminine Energies!) This absolutely FREAKED me OUT!

Thanks...