Month: November 2024

Look out of any window / Any morning, any evening, any day / Maybe the sun is shining / Birds are winging or rain is falling from a heavy sky.

— Box of Rain. Robert Hunter / Philip Lesh. The Grateful Dead

Gradually and deliberately historical weather patterns have been displaced by technology driven “weather patterns” of the modern world. Weather forecasters and meteorologists have been showing us maps for years. Systems, fronts, and storms displayed in color code and motion over the maps the world. They become familiar, and perhaps particularly interesting at times of severity. The earthy, organic, familiarity is more about how things feel outside. “Brrrrr… It feels like snow.” ,”The sky looks ominous, a storm’s on the way.”, “It’s going to be a hot one.”, Beautiful day; not a cloud in the sky.”, “A rainbow.” Weather vernacular; the small talk dialogue heard everyday, just like, “Good morning,”, “Good day”, and “How are you?” Climate, and its features permeate all being. It reflects in cultures, customs, and rights. Each climate’s historical features are born out in features of those that live in it. It is intrinsic. It is manifest in migrations, fur coat thickness, diet plans, hibernation schedules, and on, and on, in to a myriad of phenomenal aspects. The magnitude of the influence on the whole of existence can’t be overstated. It’s big.

Everyone has a relationship with the world around them, the climate that exists there, and the patterns about it. Intimate, romantic, relationships develop for many outdoor species, and people.. The subtleties (which at times are not so subtle) of climate and weather, and its patterns, are often endearing. The weather is like Nature’s embrace. It is felt all over, and it never lets go. So total is the presence, the energetic expression of the climate, that it is the baseline for each moment’s realization, whether one realizes it or not.

Storms command attention, and are often the set and scene of romance, apprehension, threat, intrigue, and mystery. Subtleties ground awareness ; a gentle breeze, slow rain tapping, dew mist rising in the sunshine, the softness of snowflakes muffling to earth. Nature has this rhythmic way of reaching the offspring of the Earth, we are of it and in it, it is meant for us and we for it. Interference with the weather is interference with most meaningful relationships, identities, and senses.. The modified “weather patterns” of the modern world is a sin. Weather manipulation, and modification, in the modern world has grown so greatly that it has reached the limit of assassination. Where the climate and weather go, so go we.

Late November 2024 here in the Northeast part of the U.S.A. a “winter storm” just came and went. On the way in patterned jet trails filled, filled, and re-filled the sky ahead of the encroaching clouds. This observable, never welcome, phenomena is so intense that it requires prayer and restraint to avoid cries of distraction, discontent and rage. Then the most bizarre weather begins happening. Without ever seeing the temperature drop to 32 degrees Fahrenheit, snow begins mixing in with the rain. 35, 36, 37,34, 33, and maybe eventually touching 32. The snow picks up replacing the rain. Cement snow begins sticking to the ground. In globs and pellets the frozen stuff begins to add up in the unfriendly form of instant slush. Slippery and soaked is everything burdened with the intense weight and presence of this stuff while plane after plane can be heard passing overhead, augmenting this latest unnatural disaster. These now, routine, desperate attempts at creating weather events demonstrate, in a nearly obvious way, that the monopolistic, sick-tech, kepto-class of industrial complex corporate nar-do-wells are grasping at straws to maintain their scurrilous grip on the levers of social/climate control, Oh for The Grace Of God may these be the last straws that break the camel’s back of these insidious efforts to deprive the inhabitants of the Earth realm of a most fundamental birthright; connection with the earth that bears and supports us.

Life has its challenges, frustrations, satisfactions, and rewards. Peck pointed out that, “:Life is difficult.” There is, no doubt, an advantage to having awareness of this basic feature. It provides some leverage for accepting, learning from, and transcending inevitable life challenges. However, the intense, and intensifying, levels of hardship of the modern world is an unnatural function of forces that are taxing the limits of endurance. It can’t be this hard, and yet it is. Life’s difficulties are at far out extremes, and we’re all under spell. The majority of humanity has been duped into thinking that massive dysfunction, toxicity, death, and destruction is the unavoidable consequence of having reached the pinnacle of evolution. The prevailing thought is that this is just the way it goes. Horse shit!

Like everything else bastardized, the framework of functioning society has had an element implanted in it which throws it into eccentricity. Progressively the eccentric has become so wildly out of whack that maintaining one’s own balance becomes an issue. The effort now is to make it in an environment raging with dysfunction. John Lash really said a lot when describing the nature of the space in which our lives are unfolding. In an ordinary societal sense contest and conflict will exit. This is natural. There is, however, an influencer present in our midst that amplifies these natural expressions, and they go to extremes. This is the influence of the mind parasite. It thrives on disharmony and discontent. It just so happens that there’s dark vampiric agency operating as well. This is a rock and a hard place environmental situation. The vampire’s influence has been persistent through the millennia. We’re at the point now that we really seem to think, and believe, that extremes of violence, difficulty, illness, and dishonor are normal. Meanwhile our actual, organic, planetary host is being obliterated in the name of “progress”, while we all work overtime, living hand to mouth, and tapping deeper and deeper inner resources just to get by. That’s not what life’s about. It’s not about working as hard as you can as a set up to work harder. The birthright of any living thing is not to work as hard as possible just to scrape by. This notion needs to be evaluated, and in my view scrapped. We can do much better than this. Revelation and relief comes with transcendence, no doubt. Can we get there?

There’s no coincidence that Bram Stoker chose the name Dracula for the the blood sucking parasite that mangled the lives of those it scoured in his classic tale. Rivaling Draconian cartel like groups are, and have been, vying for control of Earth’s resources for generations. Constantly monopolistically angling for supremacy with an absolute bankruptcy of honor, compassion, and fairness has landed dishonorable, untrustworthy, frauds at the head of decision making enterprises around the world. They have gained support for multi tiered societal decimation programs that are being funded and manned by the very people that are being consumed. You want to talk about sick!? Industrial strength technology is the ground of our collective difficulty. Sold the bill of goods that life gets easier through technology is the inversion. It’s an illness. It can be fatal, but it’s treatable. Evil, and those it animates, does not have to be eradicated. It loses its juice when it is transcended. Remember the plan belongs to the vampiric Draco. It is theirs. Ultimately the heaviest amount of the karma load belongs with the despicable. Leave it with them, and transcendentaly move through this now amazing difficult reality to our quantum reality home in which life is difficult, not oppressive.

Here comes the next download of fiery red sunset photos. The brilliance! The beauty! The horror off mistaken identity. Ironically enough, those same aerosols that red the sky at sunset have also desiccated the forests below the picture postcard skies. Now in a tinder, sparks fly, and the same red glow grows below the horizon as it does above. Metaphorically, the spraying of the atmosphere, the geoengineering, has become an at scale phenomena that provides many with the bliss and sublime wonder of “natural” beauty AND the gripping horror of “natural” disaster. Man’s insistence on dominating Nature while simultaneously detaching from it has made manifest the stark juxtaposition that our modern solutions are our modern problems.