Here and Now...What's Happening?

[DeDukshyn]

I just got back from vacation .. I have tons of pictures and a few stories to tell, but methinks it will have to wait until tomorrow. 10.5 hours of driving has pretty much done me in. Looking forward to a good sleep tonight!

[21CC]

Posted by DeDukshyn (here)
I just got back from vacation .. I have tons of pictures and a few stories to tell, but methinks it will have to wait until tomorrow. 10.5 hours of driving has pretty much done me in. Looking forward to a good sleep tonight!

OMSimilar! I drove from Boise to Tacoma TODAY and with two fuel-ups/stretch of legs, my exact travel time was 10.5 hours, too!! Amazing same-same. Mine was a personal cultural and historical study...a visit to the internment camp Minidoka in the Idaho desert for Japanese-Americans living on the west coast during WWII for four years. Other stops on the previous three days included other National Park Service locales and meeting several relatives for the first time.

[Dennis Leahy]

It feels kinda "wrong" to visit the Village just occasionally, read for a bit (often, attempting to 'catch-up' by starting a few pages back - old news - and finally realizing, yet again, that I'll never catch up), and then to simply blurt-out my present reality. It is the lack of interactivity that feels wrong, but I find it impossible to "do" and "be" in real-time and still have enough time to interact anywhere close to real-time in this thread. Sierra and Another Bob are ducking wildfires, Ulli is dodging 'canes, Belle is fighting banksters, Wackytweaky and 1inMany and Astrid riding big waves in an inner ocean, Flash is injecting silence into the cacophonous symphony, Anchor used his body to drop anchor, Paula dropping love bombs...

See, even a tiny recap of a snippet of a tidbit of the last page or two of Here and Now in the Village left out Carmody and Meeradas and Jeanette and Eaglespirit and Nora and Benevolentcrow and Calz and Lookbeyond and new-to-Avalon 4evrneo and AngelHero...

It really is overwhelming to even think of keeping up.

Ulli built a storehouse for money that we can freely dip into as we need. Allow me to create an ethereal hand-thrown stoneware crock, capped loosely with a big cork stopper, into which we can place love, compassion, healing, peace, harmony, and health.

There. It has been created. We have a shared storehouse for these energies.

I invite all of us to fill the vessel - as an ongoing action, whenever it feels right. (It can hold all we give. It is incapable of holding any negative energy of any sort.) I invite all of us to dip in and take from the vessel as needed and as desired.

Dennis

p.s. Selfishly, I hope that will assuage my feelings of inadequate interactivity in the village.

p.s.p.s. John/Anchor, I fell down my front steps about a week ago (nothing hurt badly, hit a lot of places simultaneously and dissipated the force.) In retrospect, I realize that was the precipitating event that altered a course of gut normalcy I had been experiencing for nearly a miraculous two weeks (ever since a sound-healing session.) Your observations and analysis appear spot-on (an serve as an important reminder) to me. Thanks!

[PurpleLama]

Aw, Dennis, you're one of us, you were never not one, and never inadequate. Plenty of times I've partaken of some of the goodies you yourself have brought to the table, and I ain't gonna have you calling that "inadequate".

[PurpleLama]

In other news, here and now I find myself at the bank before I left to come to work, this morning.

[ulli]

Posted by Dennis Leahy (here)
It feels kinda "wrong" to visit the Village just occasionally, read for a bit (often, attempting to 'catch-up' by starting a few pages back - old news - and finally realizing, yet again, that I'll never catch up), and then to simply blurt-out my present reality. It is the lack of interactivity that feels wrong, but I find it impossible to "do" and "be" in real-time and still have enough time to interact anywhere close to real-time in this thread. Sierra and Another Bob are ducking wildfires, Ulli is dodging 'canes, Belle is fighting banksters, Wackytweaky and 1inMany and Astrid riding big waves in an inner ocean, Flash is injecting silence into the cacophonous symphony, Anchor used his body to drop anchor, Paula dropping love bombs...

See, even a tiny recap of a snippet of a tidbit of the last page or two of Here and Now in the Village left out Carmody and Meeradas and Jeanette and Eaglespirit and Nora and Benevolentcrow and Calz and Lookbeyond and new-to-Avalon 4evrneo and AngelHero...

It really is overwhelming to even think of keeping up.

Ulli built a storehouse for money that we can freely dip into as we need. Allow me to create an ethereal hand-thrown stoneware crock, capped loosely with a big cork stopper, into which we can place love, compassion, healing, peace, harmony, and health.

There. It has been created. We have a shared storehouse for these energies.

I invite all of us to fill the vessel - as an ongoing action, whenever it feels right. (It can hold all we give. It is incapable of holding any negative energy of any sort.) I invite all of us to dip in and take from the vessel as needed and as desired.

Dennis

p.s. Selfishly, I hope that will assuage my feelings of inadequate interactivity in the village.

p.s.p.s. John/Anchor, I fell down my front steps about a week ago (nothing hurt badly, hit a lot of places simultaneously and dissipated the force.) In retrospect, I realize that was the precipitating event that altered a course of gut normalcy I had been experiencing for nearly a miraculous two weeks (ever since a sound-healing session.) Your observations and analysis appear spot-on (an serve as an important reminder) to me. Thanks!

Dennis, before I dip in and taste your brew
I want you to know that no matter of how long a duration your absences
you are ONE of US.
You belong here even when you are out there braving the elements.

You are an essence person, which makes you one of us.

By essence I mean you don't only make the music, you actually make the machine that makes the music.
Which is about as close to top level creativity as it gets.
Welcome. LOVE...LOVE...LOVE...

Ulli dipping her spoon into the cauldron
Nom nom

[Sierra]

Posted by 21CC (here)
OMSimilar! I drove from Boise to Tacoma TODAY and with two fuel-ups/stretch of legs, my exact travel time was 10.5 hours, too!! Amazing same-same. Mine was a personal cultural and historical study...a visit to the internment camp Minidoka in the Idaho desert for Japanese-Americans living on the west coast during WWII for four years. Other stops on the previous three days included other National Park Service locales and meeting several relatives for the first time.

Same-same? You speak ASL?

Weirdness. Ever since I learned ASL, I sign in my sleep. Correction, my hands move in my sleep. Then I become aware, as I wake up from the movement, my hands are using a piece of sheet, blanket, other hand to do what I was *doing* in my dream.

Drives me crazy. Yet it feels weirdly nice. The moment I realize my hands are in one dimension, and my waking awareness has moved to another ... eeks.

[benevolentcrow]

Always glad to see that smile!

[ulli]

Hubby has gone. I will be alone here for nearly a month.
But tomorrow will meet the kids at the Beach Club pool with their mum,
as well as their mum's mum. Still, for now my job is to get re-accustomed to being by myself.

On the way to the airport, still dark outside, on a narrow country road we saw three pigs
coming towards us in the middle of the road.
Three pigs on the run, escaped from their pig pen.

Any of you want to help me decipher that omen?

[Calz]

Posted by Dennis Leahy (here)

It really is overwhelming to even think of keeping up.

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=-Tu2eZpA4yo

[Carmody]

Posted by ulli (here)
Hubby has gone. I will be alone here for nearly a month.
But tomorrow will meet the kids at the Beach Club pool with their mum,
as well as their mum's mum. Still, for now my job is to get re-accustomed to being by myself.

On the way to the airport, still dark outside, on a narrow country road we saw three pigs
coming towards us in the middle of the road.
Three pigs on the run, escaped from their pig pen.

Any of you want to help me decipher that omen?

It's the father, the son, and the holy ghost!

Too hard(set), too soft(forming), and just right.

The past, the future, and the now.

(And, of course, that Pink Floyd song- 'pigs, three different ones', but I've done that one already)

[Sierra]

Posted by Dennis Leahy (here)
Ulli built a storehouse for money that we can freely dip into as we need. Allow me to create an ethereal hand-thrown stoneware crock, capped loosely with a big cork stopper, into which we can place love, compassion, healing, peace, harmony, and health.

There. It has been created. We have a shared storehouse for these energies.

Dennis

Dusty, dragging spears, trotting down the village quay, exhaling smoke, veering over across the road to peer into Dennis's pot. Ooh. Looking around furtively, then placing hands on pot, utters the word, "Expand.". The pot smiles and becomes pool sized, surrounded by Laurel, Bay, Birch, Pine, Rowan and Oak. The quay gently pushes the new Village attraction so that it sits back, allowing ley line sight down the Village. Gratefully dumping equipment on the ground, and slipping into the healing pool without a splash. Hair unweaves, eyes close, skin breathes, fingers relax. Sits back gratefully on the pot created bench. Takes a deep breath and lets go. McKnao and Ishtar leap down from the biggest Oak to the pot lip to sniff and lap. Trees rustle in surprised laughter. Water leaps in a spray of light.

Dennis strolling out of the Village pub doubletakes, and bursts out laughing. McKnao and Ishtar sit their tallest, eyes closing at Dennis in pleasure and thanks.

[RunningDeer]

Posted by ulli (here)
Hubby has gone. I will be alone here for nearly a month.
But tomorrow will meet the kids at the Beach Club pool with their mum,
as well as their mum's mum. Still, for now my job is to get re-accustomed to being by myself.

On the way to the airport, still dark outside, on a narrow country road we saw three pigs
coming towards us in the middle of the road.
Three pigs on the run, escaped from their pig pen.

Any of you want to help me decipher that omen?

See if this triggers anything for you:

To me, it's more a confirmation of who you are, what you do, and the chosen path is by your own design.

[The pigs] breaking free from the herd mentality. They move forward to spread the word that there’s a whole different experience out here.

“Numerology and the Divine Triangle,” by: Faith Javane and Dusty Bunker - #3 Soul Number

You are very conscientious in regard to duty. You are well aware of the law of the Trinity, and know to help others. This could easily become your philosophy happiness and find it in making others happy. If a person feels depressed, a visit with you will bring them hope and courage. Expand your ideals by dedicating yourself to the expression of good cheer and optimism. Work to make your dreams come true, but not to the extreme of becoming impractical. Love is important to you - both in giving and receiving - but try to hold to reason in your loving expansiveness. You become happy and well-adjusted by making others happy.

[Sierra]

Posted by ulli (here)
Hubby has gone. I will be alone here for nearly a month.
But tomorrow will meet the kids at the Beach Club pool with their mum,
as well as their mum's mum. Still, for now my job is to get re-accustomed to being by myself.

On the way to the airport, still dark outside, on a narrow country road we saw three pigs
coming towards us in the middle of the road.
Three pigs on the run, escaped from their pig pen.

Any of you want to help me decipher that omen?

Past, present and future, released from the 3D illusion of linearity? Finally able to frolic in freedom with each other at the same time?

[ulli]

Ok guys thanks everyone for your help. However it left me with the question "Why pigs?"
Why not dogs, cows, etc.?
So I googled the story of the Three Little Pigs and did some pondering.
Never mind that this version was done by Burger King...the older ones are a bit too long so I picked this one.

My interpretation is that the the three houses the piggies built represent preparation for a disastrous future.
The wolf represents TPTB, and their hand in manipulating weather and wars.
The third piggy builds a strong house that not only withstands the wolf's evil plots but in fact even manages to blast the wolf to bits.
Here is the link, enjoy the story.
http://www.shol.com/agita/pigs.htm

[Calz]

Okay Villagers ... here are my two "blues brothers" in Chicago ...







... more ...

[Belle]

I think your interpretation of the three pigs is spot on, Ulli.

Of course, out of your whole post, this

Posted by ulli (here)
Hubby has gone. I will be alone here for nearly a month.

is what stuck out for me.

Tomorrow my dh is leaving for a week in the White Mountains of New Hampshire with his buddies. I love it! It's a win-win all around....I get lots of quiet time alone (yay!) and he comes back happy and refreshed.

Thanks for the present for the Village, Dennis. Love it. You are a Villager no matter how often you come out to play.

Sierra, you write so well that I can clearly picture your expansion of Dennis' gift into a pool we all can relax in...can almost feel the spray of water and the gentle breezes from the trees. Now, to get that water over your way to put out the fires...time to pray rain.

Have missed your presence and your pics, Calz. Been keeping discouragement and frustration at bay by making time to laugh each day...real, true joy lifts the spirit and brings things into better perspective for me. Thanks for making me smile with the pics you gift us with.

My heart is with all in the Village...new and old.
Love you all.

[ulli]

Wow, Calzie...thanks so much for sharing...I can see you all were having a ball
And the kids will never forget the trip.

How frustrating about losing the images.
I see you managed to keep some, at least.
Same thing happened to me so many times
that now I no longer get upset when it happens.
And since I don't get upset anymore, it no longer happens.
Weird, that.

[another bob]

Posted by ulli (here)
On the way to the airport, still dark outside, on a narrow country road we saw three pigs
coming towards us in the middle of the road.
Three pigs on the run, escaped from their pig pen.

Any of you want to help me decipher that omen?

The Food and Drug Administration said Monday that it is trying to track down as many as 386 piglets that might have been genetically engineered and wrongfully sold into the general food supply, including to Beach Clubs in the Carribean. The focus of the FDA investigation are pigs raised by researchers at the University of Illinois in Urbana-Champaign. They engineered the animals with two genes: One is a cow gene that increases milk production in the sow. The other, a synthetic gene, makes the milk easier for piglets to digest. The goal was to raise bigger pigs faster. There has been no evidence that either genetically altered plants or animals trigger human illness, but critics warn that potential side effects remain unknown.

Locally, When Homer got up from his bacon and eggs, there is simply no way he could have connected that strange feeling he now perceived in his intestines as a kind of digestive anomaly to some research lab filled with squealing frankenpigs clear across the country, but it would be on this day that circumstances happened to so conspire as to change the fundamental human DNA structure in ways that could not be understood for many generations.

Homer and Marge usually had sex after breakfast on Sunday while the kids ran squealing up and down the block outside on their nifty little motor scooters, and this Sunday was only different in the sense that, despite having used all the usual precautions, Marge was to become impregnated by Homer's squealing little sperm, and the child that would be born from this breakfast would himself reproduce twenty years later in a marriage with someone whose parents had shared a meal of genetically altered salmon just prior to their daughter's conception. The child that would result from that union would consequently casually mate with a stranger picked up at a U. S. Department of Agriculture Trade Show, who happened to be the product of parents who had themselves been test subjects for a research project back in college at the U of I, and been injected with a harmless trial Cold Prevention compound isolated from the rarest Amazonian Bromeliad. The anonymous female from that one-night stand would give birth to what initially appeared to be a normal healthy child, but when the little tot first was allowed to wander out near a Beach Club, nobody expected him to rush out into the tides and dive beneath the ocean waves, squealing in a kind of raspy delight strangely reminiscent of a piglet yearning for a sow's teat.

After a thorough search, hope was given up for finding the youngster, and of course nobody could have guessed at the time that this child would emerge from the ocean two decades later, ready for a good breakfast of bacon and eggs, and then on to world conquest by drowning the earth with water.

He came to be called Neptune, and small vague fragments of the story which unfolded were to be romanticized thousands of millennia later by an island tribe called Greeks, and some odd variation even turned up in flood stories of the desert Hebrews, and in many other ancient myths that even today trigger some familiar memory within the DNA of those who would hog up all the water.

[ulli]

Posted by another bob (here)

Posted by ulli (here)
On the way to the airport, still dark outside, on a narrow country road we saw three pigs
coming towards us in the middle of the road.
Three pigs on the run, escaped from their pig pen.

Any of you want to help me decipher that omen?

The Food and Drug Administration said Monday that it is trying to track down as many as 386 piglets that might have been genetically engineered and wrongfully sold into the general food supply, including to Beach Clubs in the Carribean. The focus of the FDA investigation are pigs raised by researchers at the University of Illinois in Urbana-Champaign. They engineered the animals with two genes: One is a cow gene that increases milk production in the sow. The other, a synthetic gene, makes the milk easier for piglets to digest. The goal was to raise bigger pigs faster. There has been no evidence that either genetically altered plants or animals trigger human illness, but critics warn that potential side effects remain unknown.

Locally, When Homer got up from his bacon and eggs, there is simply no way he could have connected that strange feeling he now perceived in his intestines as a kind of digestive anomaly to some research lab filled with squealing frankenpigs clear across the country, but it would be on this day that circumstances happened to so conspire as to change the fundamental human DNA structure in ways that could not be understood for many generations.

Homer and Marge usually had sex after breakfast on Sunday while the kids ran squealing up and down the block outside on their nifty little motor scooters, and this Sunday was only different in the sense that, despite having used all the usual precautions, Marge was to become impregnated by Homer's squealing little sperm, and the child that would be born from this breakfast would himself reproduce twenty years later in a marriage with someone whose parents had shared a meal of genetically altered salmon just prior to their daughter's conception. The child that would result from that union would consequently casually mate with a stranger picked up at a U. S. Department of Agriculture Trade Show, who happened to be the product of parents who had themselves been test subjects for a research project back in college at the U of I, and been injected with a harmless trial Cold Prevention compound isolated from the rarest Amazonian Bromeliad. The anonymous female from that one-night stand would give birth to what initially appeared to be a normal healthy child, but when the little tot first was allowed to wander out near a Beach Club, nobody expected him to rush out into the tides and dive beneath the ocean waves, squealing in a kind of raspy delight strangely reminiscent of a piglet yearning for a sow's teat.

After a thorough search, hope was given up for finding the youngster, and of course nobody could have guessed at the time that this child would emerge from the ocean two decades later, ready for a good breakfast of bacon and eggs, and then on to world conquest by drowning the earth with water.

He came to be called Neptune, and small vague fragments of the story which unfolded were to be romanticized thousands of millennia later by an island tribe called Greeks, and some odd variation even turned up in flood stories of the desert Hebrews, and in many other ancient myths that even today trigger some familiar memory within the DNA of those who would hog up all the water.

Wow, bob, that post astounded me in more ways than one.
My hair is standing on end right now.
Would you mind sharing what happened to you as you downloaded the inspiration for writing this?
I will then share what it is about this post that I'm finding so extraordinary...especially to do with the squealing and Neptune.