Cat Fight Playing in the Now
24/07/11 17:27
Dance off! in the den or play fight in the dirt
get down, get up
move
feel the rhythm in time getting you tuned
yeah, open all vision gates
open jawed as hips bounce ground
breathe scream clear throat & do soften that approach
into jedi body mind tricks love game
play with time play with space play with
touch as ye enter opponent space
pace ...pause, love
don’t yet pounce
back up * roll in * claws out * spin * bounce
unspin doubt waves * unleash purrrr * jump in * jump out
if bodies collide, like soft fur
pounce
cat claws in * cat fight play
is the yoga i dance prefer.
she bear lives!
17/07/11 20:42
Mama She Bear is still alive! No action has yet been taken to cull her and the cubs for her “crimes against humanity” aka -- eating junk food in camper’s tents. Mama has two things stacked against her though, Linus says. She (and the cubs) are eating junk food . . . she being a campground ho. Therefore, she’s not out foraging, getting all the nutrients she needs for the winter hibernation, and, winter is approaching soon in the Alaskan bush. Secondly, the man hunt is imminent, if/when the head humans in charge decide to pounce. Hopefully you dear one, decide to bounce, and live your life out in the wild and into your hibernation safely and stock full. And the fools, alas, can pause in a pseudo hibernation, to see the action in inaction and the inaction in action. Thanks for the update Linus!
she bear is murdered
17/07/11 15:30
This morning she and her two cubs walked together in the forest outside Eagle River, AK. And now she is dead, her cubs culled, not being able to survive without her. She was a campground ho. One man tried to run her off deep into the forest, knowing that those with intelligent stupidity sealed in the human logic of our times, would hunt her down and murder her, with the highest good in mind, he was told. The campground assault, they feel, has persisted too long, and though she has shown zero aggression towards the human body itself (only the material camping wears), she must die, and her cubs too. The manager of the campground and recreation area feels hard pressed to “call the dogs out”/ “the big guns.” See, it is his job. Understandable of course, but, what a brilliant opportunity to step forward and bravely gracefully shift the current foundation this society rests upon. More bear boxes please. Conscientousness -- i.e. don’t put food in the tent. The bears are acclimating to the campground ho lifestyle, because of carelessness on the part of the bipedal campers. Now, even if food is not in the tent, the bears will ravage through it, as they are conditioned to do so. I’m not offering a logical conclusion, as there is not one, can’t be one...never in the current mindset. Love, yes, that etheric abstract love, let us call that in. How can love translate to logic in the current paradigm. It never will. Will a new way, soldier of love!! The paradigm must change, just as a new president within a faulty paradigm of government cannot revive what was never there. Ethics, not based on biblical foundations of superiority of man over woman over nature over animal. Dominion...wha ha ha ha. No thanks. Trust. Flow. Feminine Wisdom. A new path. An old path. Living in duality is a constant, so it seems relevant to say that lions, tigers, and bears (oh my) are better companions than our choices...choices rooted in fixing a human problem by killing the victim rather than the culprit. now i like to live outside victim mentality, but for all practical purposes, the bear is a victim when his territory is occupied by an ever expanding human population. westward ho, onwards, frontier living, i like this, i like evolution, i like progress, i like staking one’s land, one’s selfhood, but let’s take true accountability and say okay we gotta share this land. I will accept that you are a bear and i live in plastic tent. i lose, and that is okay. Why is the logic that a plastic tent is worth more than a bear’s life. Is it logic. Is it twisted. Whooo are you? Who am I? What is this life? We require a balance of feminine and masculine wisdom, yes, but it seems we are in need of a major freaking flush out, so let’s break out our shakti powers (jents and ladies) and loosen the grips of the muscle spasming fists and sharpen our wisdom swords. calling in the higher mind NOW. Three dead, and a fourth (a strong black male bear) runs for his life, witnessing the murder of she bear. No anthropomorphizing here, just is. And all she bear iz (strong black non human forest goddess)...dead. Wildlife is not compatible with the current paradigm, the current human influx, the I versus them reality. Wake up, break out, be free...surrender to the greater harmony relational field of love beyond guns pride dominion logic and let a sister live! And part of that natural flow is death and a lone hiker out in the woods may shoot a grizzly to save her own life, but this is closer to the heart, not premeditated like our kill culture with its cull orders. The “One man” who tried to run she bear out of dodge, is my friend Linus who is currently living on his bicycle in Alaska. His job is seeing what other’s don’t, can’t, maybe never will...living in the wild.
love beyond time space, a practice
14/07/11 13:56
Connect in the now with your beloved furry (scaly, whateva) through breathing into the upper heart chamber and exhaling out with a soft love breath, imagining a no strings attached love link. Visualize your companion and feel that you have connected. Communicate from this heart space to your “missing,” dead, or healthy in your presence friend. Imagine them in a gold light of healing energy and that their destiny is well...and their own choosing too. Extend this to wild animals too. Develop sweetly our direct understanding of the relational love field, we will, through this practice in joyous intention. And don’t forget to bring the divine gold dusting broomstick to clear any unhealthy fragments of your beloved that may be caught in your reality web. And send these fragments into the love light to deLightful freedom. I imagine my lovely and passed-on-reborn-reinvented furry friends often through this practice and gratitude reels me into ecstatic remembrance of the universal harmony of this life we co-create and receive. And the critters still in the earth plane dimension. . .love ‘em like its your last glance into those sweet eyes. Returning, returning, returning still. . . deeper still into the now.