I hate humanity sometimes so much! This fellow died at 7:56 this morning! The car that hit it and just left it …I spit on!! I covered the squirrel with leaves! Then a man, who lived in the front house, and I put the wild thing in a bag!! This little creature’s blood sacrificed on the earth!! Hard earth asphalt !
Photo by Hudley of little wild thing…. oh sweet little thing!!
Should we harden our hearts like the machines we drive? These technological moving machines or god like exoskeletons? Don’t ask me why these little fellows play doge-car every morning? We all see them. Little wild animals that don’t matter much. Oh but they do!
Take fucking time to see them and fucking slow down please!
I wish I die such a noble and brutal death. My head ran over, blood squirting everywhere and unable to move…so once more death will come. To the group spirit of squirrels, to the continuity of life that goes on with your family tree: I saw you. I see you and wild as you are…you bless us. Humanity needs your blessings cause we are heartless and cold like our fucking machines!!
This little creature’s blood sacrificed on the earth for us!!
Towards late summer, the queen will start to produce drones and young queens. The young queens are fertilized by the drones, then fly off to hibernate. Hibernation usually takes place in dry protected areas such as loose bark. The colony’s remaining drones and workers stay in the colony and die during the winter season. The young queens start new colonies in the spring of the year. As mentioned above, bumble bees do not use the same nest though they may nest in an area close by to the original bee nest.
I find it interesting that our military scientific community calls robotic spying war machines “drones.” Especially in reference to Queen Bumble Bees. The different of course being that the drone of a Bumble Bee bee nest is the means of new Queen Bumble Bees and the robotic spying war machine is the most diabolical, sinister and sick thing humanity has ever created.
How many years have i looked out my computer window and watched the Bumble Bee pollinate my purple anarchy flowers? Many indeed. She is a master and true creator, artist and sustainer of life. Of course not using pesticides, weed killers or the chemicals that are a fucking awful mockery of life; let this glorious spring Queen have her way in my garden. Her bee nest is safe here with me for now!!!
I bow to you… sweet and glorious Bumble Bee!
To the Bumble Bee Drones…
The mind is designed to lie. The heart has a mind of its own and when you put the mind and heart together strange things can happen… but then there is the sex organ mind that has a power pull of its own too. Then there is the conscience mind that an episode of X-files defines as:
“Conscience is dead people whispering to us.”
The dead may see things and know truths that we alive humans can’t understand. Not just the dead but nature and characters such as Jiminy Cricket and billions of crickets chirping every night help us with our conscience mind. Why? Maybe because we should not be telling lies!! It is an impossible situation. Listening to crickets chirp at night for about 15 minutes can help us to become more aware. The overwhelming gravity of constant sex calls throughout the night can force our thinking inward. Helping us to feel regret about some of the lies we told that day. Maybe there is something to those old fairy tales after all. Who wants their nose to grow every time they tell a lie?
Some well-seasoned anxiety sprinkled on top.
Then there is the gut. We all have the ability to feel that gut feeling. Do we listen to it? I have a fine tuned gut, well not physically but intuitively. I know when something is not right by listening to it. I know when I hear a lie. It feels like chaos and looks like the fog with some well-seasoned anxiety sprinkled on top.
I prefer following my gut.
Lies are not all bad. We have all told them to protect people we love. Here comes Santa Claus, There Goes Peter Cottontail and The Grinch Who Stole Christmas are humongous subtle lies some of us tell our children. (Even though I still believe in them personally.)
The lies that really hurt us, others or the world in general are the big lies that suppress us as a people. Governments, corporations and organized religion are good at these types of big black widow lies. These are the kind of lies our government told to our American Indian brothers and sisters .
The throwing in the wrench lie.
Then to conclude this little essay I will speak about the throwing in the wrench lie. It is when you tell a lie in order to see how gossip spreads. This is a fun one to practice. This is what gangsters do in order to find out where their loyalties lie. I have done this a couple of times to see where my loyalties abide but I prefer following my gut. It never lies!!
G.B.H RULE 30 years!!!
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One with a shadow of a tree in my garden.
Our little Sony Cyber-Shot camera takes amazing pictures. This camera was a christmas present to my son from his grandmother. My son and I both use it. It is our creative friend.
The image is of a human shadow that is “one” with a tree nymph of a cypress tree in a garden. Two shadows merge together as one. It you study the image you will notice aspects of the tree shadow blending with the human shadow. A hand and thumb extend out from the cypress. The human is slightly bent to right with a hidden shadowy tree nymph. There is magic in this garden.
Look to the background: look towards the shadowy places in your garden.. and you will find the nature spirits there.
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Looking with eyes shut. A cup appears. It shines and comes to focus and out again, as an image in a cloud. Clear then vague, at one moment, and then gone. Life is this way. Rain falls and awakens the smell of the earth in all of her sweetness. This is when the cup is full. As the new moon approaches on the 10th of May one can feel emptiness as if one is holding an empty cup within. The moon then slowly pulls around again and again to reveal her fullness. The ocean waves respond to the wane and waxing that naturally show us the motif of a full or empty cup; and within the emptiness is a void. In this darkness one can find the bliss of creation and dance into fulfillment. The fullness of too much cake with too much frosting, at first, brings the joy of taste and pleasure… only to burden the body with a belly ache,. Expressing the empty cup and enduring days of sadness will be altered by a few full pints of beer with friends and music. To ask the question,
“Is the glass half-full or half-empty?”
It is an absurd question of duality and death. It can never just be one or the other, half-full or half-empty; for it is always oscillating dualistic within the continuity of time eternally. An impossibility to answer. It will be hot and sunny or cold and foggy, fires will burn and snow will fall. This too will pass…as a body & mind feels and thinks, as a sun dies another is born, as also another pint is filled with beer into an empty pint glass…