Itching for a Fright

Tulku loves a good scratch. He´s not what I’d call an itchy dog, his coat is glossy and he is healthy, happy, calm and strong. He’s never been to the vets. So, when around the full moon in the Snaketamer, when he began scratching through the night, I knew something was up.

Tulku, ever-ready

Parasites

We live in the country and our dogs are free to roam. They are exposed to a wide-range of microbes and parasites from cows, sheep, wild boar, foxes, wolves, deer and many small mammals. We also have cats and chickens. We all have parasites, but we also have healthy immune systems and I prefer to support the immune system with a natural parasite protocol, rather than use worming tablets.

Parasites (even human ones) follow the lunar cycle. Generally, they lay their eggs around the new moon and hatch, feed and breed around the full moon. Their activity and waste products cause irritation that affects behaviour in different ways – when our animal behaviour changes around the new or full moon, unless something else obvious has happened, I’ll always consider parasites as a probable cause. Freya can get very stressed and irritable at the new and full moon, especially around food. Her immune system is compromised by vaccines and she wants to eat to deal with inflammation. Izzy is half-feral and barely affected – the only giveaway with her is the occasional bum-scoot on the grass. Tulku fasts and scratches.

For the most part, our own parasite protocol has been effective and any symptoms pass within a day or so, meaning that the immune system has won and there is no infestation. The issue with parasites is not whether or not you have them; everyone does, no matter where you live, what you eat, nor how clean and healthy you are. The issue is how many. If your immune and detoxification systems become overwhelmed, there will be other symptoms, such as excessive scratching.

We decided that on this occasion we would get some worming tablets. Here in Spain, you buy them in the agricultural shop, which we did and administered them in that afternoon. The girls were fine, but that night Tulku had a bad reaction and we were up most of the night with him. His scratching went into overdrive, he had an upset stomach and he became very stressed. I could tell he was having a histamine reaction, perhaps because I’ve had so many myself, and after I gave him an anti-histamine he calmed down. I don’t use antihistamines regularly, as histamine is not well understood and provides a range of complex and important functions in the body. In the hypnagogic wee hours, I made a mental note to learn more about histamine.

I’ve since found out that border collies can be sensitive to Ivermectin and Milbemax and Tulku is half border collie and half dobermann.

Wild Boar Medicine

The next morning, when Tulku started scratching again, and we were exhausted. I knew his immune system was going into overdrive and I expressed the thought that he needed an external threat that he could identify as the source of the problem. (Misidentification of the source of the problem is a contributory factor in many allergy and autoimmune conditions and there is always an emotional factor involved.) Ten minutes into our morning walk and we heard a squeaker screaming in the woods to our left and more snorting and running to the right. We had stumbled into a wild boar family and something was wrong!

The dogs split in all directions, as we legged it up the track calling them to come. Freya’s last encounter with a wild boar had been really nasty. Luckily, they both came back after a few minutes, but no Tulku. Dean had to hold the girls so I could go back and find him. I went back to where we first heard the scream and listened. I couldn’t hear anything so I called Tulku and after a few minutes he came running towards me, panting and covered in blood! I managed to catch him and drag him to where Dean was waiting – quite a challenge as we don’t take leads on our morning walks and he wanted to go back in for another round. It was only after we’d nearly finished our walk and come to a little creek, that we could wash him off and see that it was not his blood. That was a relief, but short-lived with the thought of a wounded boar in the woods so close to home.

We decided to put the dogs on their leads to go back and check it out, but the woods were silent and we all knew that no one was there. We went back to the house, but Tulku would not settle so we let him out. After about 20 minutes, he came back with a dead squeaker, still warm, but the mystery is that there was no blood on it and no sign of injury at all. We can only think that it must have got trampled, perhaps by a rogue male attacking the family and died of internal injuries.

The dead squeaker, smiling peacefully.

Tulku stopped scratching. We were a bit concerned that he might have got over confident, thinking that the squeaker was the source of his problem and we want the dogs to stay away from the boars as they can be dangerous. As if to ease our minds, the next morning, as we were walking on a different track, a massive adult wild boar jumped out of the bushes, right into the middle of the three dogs. The boar, with its wild and sharp instincts, spun around immediately and disappeared back the way he came. The dogs made a move to follow, but hesitated and came when we called them. They did not want to mess with him. Job done.

It’s well known that adrenaline/epinephrine counteracts histamine. That’s why it’s injected for anaphylactic shock, as it acts far more quickly than antihistamines and closes the blood vessels that histamine dilates. I almost experienced that a few years ago, when I disturbed a wasp nest and got about 20 stings. My whole body swelled up, but when my throat began to close and I got really scared, my adrenaline kicked in and the histamine abated, so I could breathe again. Regular adrenaline ´spurts,` from the kind of physical risk-taking that causes natural fear, helps keep histamine in balance.

Although the body produces exactly the same adrenaline and cortisol in response to imagined or psychological fear as it does to physical fear – as in being chased by a wild boar – it is processed differently when the senses are involved. In a real, physical fear situation you get the satisfaction of knowing the cause of the fear. Histamine is critical in processing the entire experience in the hypothalamus and amygdala, not only to enable you to avoid future danger, but also to enable your body to differentiate between real and imagined danger. As with most things, truth trumps falsehood (if you live long enough).

The tuberomammillary nucleus of the hypothalamus is the source of histamine in the central nervous system and it is involved in multiple processes throughout the body and brain. But what ´mechanism` caused the wild boar to show up at exactly the right time? I began to wonder: was histamine somehow involved in that?

Ubiquitous Histamine

Histamine is an endogenous nitrogenous compound produced by everything from bacteria, to insects to elephants. It’s difficult to find any living creature that does not produce histamine. Gut bacteria produce histamine, as well as dopamine, serotonin, norepinephrine and GABA, which are neurotransmitters and hormones that regulate systems they don’t themselves have, but impact on host physiology and behaviour! It´s what makes the ´sting` in stinging nettles (along with acetylcholine and serotonin). Histamine is the neurotransmitter used by the photoreceptors of anthropod eyes. Apparently, blind flies regain their sight if injected with histamine (just think abut that for a minute).

In humans, there are four known histamine receptors:

H1 receptors are located in most smooth muscle (ileum, bronchi, uterus,) endothelial cells (blood vessels) and the brain. Histamine interaction with these receptors is critical for the sleep-wake cycle and involved in both sleepiness and insomnia. It is also associated with motion sickness, hives, asthma, hay fever, seasonal allergies, and possibly food allergies.

H2 receptors are located in gastric parietal cells, heart, uterus and vascular smooth muscle. They are associated with gastric acid production, heart rate, cardiac output, abdominal pain, nausea, gastroenteritis and ulcers.

H3 receptors are located in the central nervous system, where they modulate the neurotransmission and synthesis of histamine throughout the nervous system.

H4 receptors are located in mast cells, thymus, spleen, bone marrow, colon, small intestine, and basophils. They are associated with the inflammatory response and regulating white blood cell release from bone marrow.

In his book Nutrition and Mental Illness, published in 1988, Dr. Carl Pfeiffer identified high histamine levels as a primary causative factor in headaches and migraines, insomnia or disrupted sleep, hyperactivity, attention deficit, depression, obsessive-compulsive tendencies, high libido, sexual addiction, gambling addiction, abnormal fears, a racing brain, crying easily, aggressiveness and schizophrenia.

Dr Pfeiffer also discovered that low levels of brain histamine, led to paranoia, ear ringing, visual or auditory hallucinations, fatigue, low libido, sensitivity to medications, irritability, and grandiose plans without the energy to see them through. If histamine is too low, then dopamine levels become elevated and high levels of dopamine can produce hallucinations and other psychological disturbances. Brain histamine levels are found to be lower in people with Alzheimer’s and higher in people with Parkinson’s.

I tend towards high histamine and for around 20 years I had peptic ulcer disease and bleeding ulcers, for which I was prescribed ranitidine. Ranitidine blocks the H2 receptors in the gut that are involved in the release of gastric acid, which most likely caused my body to produce more histamine. (Ultimately, perhaps this was a good thing.) Eventually, when I decided to heal myself, which I did through meditation and drinking coherent water, I discovered that histamine manages dehydration in the body.

When the body is deprived of water and becomes dehydrated, a water rationing system takes effect. Histamine, redistributes the water throughout the body in order of circulatory priority, distributing water first to the brain, lungs, liver, kidneys, and glands. Then, water will be sent to the muscles, bones and skin. During periods of dehydration, histamine makes sure that the vital organs have enough water to function properly. If enough water is not supplied, it must be taken from within the body. It became fashionable to treat gastric ulcers as Helicobacter Pylori infections, but in my experience gastritis and H. Pylori are both the result of dehydration and when that was corrected (over 2-3 months) both problems disappeared and have never returned. (I still drink coherent, or structured water.)

Histamine is also involved in signaling for arousal and awakening, body temperature, appetite, mood, learning, memory, sense of balance, management of the endocrine system, pain sensitivity, and regulating the release of serotonin, dopamine, and norepinephrine. It counterbalances dopamine levels and causes tears to flow. It determines all your drives, emotions and experiences, however, like a splash of exotic liqueur in a cocktail, whether you end up with something delicious or disgusting largely depends on what else is in the mix.

Histamine is mercurial. It’s magical signaling power can launch you into a world of pain with the demons of the fantastic imagination, or……or what? What magical power does it switch on in a healthy mind/body organism?

Histamine in the Pineal Gland

The function of histamine in the pineal gland is another mystery. Most likely, it is involved in water distribution management, as the pineal gland is bathed in cerebrospinal fluid, which is 99% coherent water. It is also known that that histamine stimulates serotonin, norepinephrine, and dopamine transmission in the brain, so it is quite likely that some kind of feedback loop is operational here.

Additionally, experiments in rats have shown that histamine can increase membrane permeability to cerebrospinal fluid by up to 75% – this strongly suggests that one of the functions of histamine in the pineal gland is to assist in waste removal and detoxification. (Something to think about next time you reach for the anti-histamine; was that insect actually helping you?)

The Third Eye and the Bag of Elixirs

As I fixated on histamine, this image popped up three times in unexpected places.

Sumerian god with pine cone and handbag

I’ve seen the image before, but not given it much attention. This time I questioned what was being depicted, as it seemed highly pertinent to the histamine/wild boar question. That led to a working hypothesis on the role of histamine in the pineal gland and what’s in the ´bag of elixirs` that enables you to co-create your reality with the gods.

A fully functioning pineal gland is as much a part of our future as it is our past and we have lots of clues to work with and all the equipment, that is the mind/body system, with which to test it out. The key features of this image, and the many others just like it, are a non-human creature, holding a pine cone in one hand and a small handbag in the other.

The winged creature has a human body, with either a human or an animal head and sometimes is shown giant-size in relation to other humans. The creature is a depiction of a supernatural being, a god, with human and other features, as you might imagine a god to have; being able to fly or swim underwater, as well as having the extra-sharp features of other animals, such as hawk-like vision. These images are often labelled ´annunaki` and offered as proof of the existence of said annunaki or archons. Existence is one thing, but having power over our lives and reality is something completely different. There is only one supernatural organism who has originating power in this world and that is Sophia, the Great Mother, our earth. However, in Her abundant wisdom and generosity, She gives us Her power and the freedom to do whatever we want with it. We are designed to be able to use this power and to learn from our mistakes.

To many observers, including me, the pine cone in the creature’s hand represents the pineal gland. The pineal gland is often referred to as the third eye and it does contain rod-like photoreceptor cells that are very similar to those found around the edges of the retina, for vision in low-light conditions. Old Hindu texts refer to the third eye as the Eye of Shiva, in ancient Egypt it was the Eye of Horus, or the Eye of Ra (perhaps along with the surrounding organs). This syntax implies that, although the corresponding physical organ might be in your head, the visionary power it brings is not yours.

The esoteric descriptions of the third eye mention its ability to see across all time and dimensions and its function as a gateway between the spirit and material worlds. The mechanism for this is now known and the pineal gland is often referred to as the cosmic antenna. In 2002, scientists discovered uniquely shaped calcite crystals in the pineal gland that have piezoelectric properties and are able to interact with external electromagnetic energy sources. (New crystal in the pineal gland: Characterization and Potential Role in Electromechano-Transduction )

This begs the question, what channel are you tuning into with your cosmic antenna? How do you even aim a cosmic antenna? I think that the answer to those questions is in the handbag of the gods.

Handbag of the Gods

It is a small bag full of the most valuable things that the god must keep to hand: all the hormones, neurotransmitters and microbes that keep you entrained into the frequency band of that god. Without that specific biochemical cocktail, that god does not exist for you. In other words, to tune into a different supernatural being, you must change your biochemistry, which is what I call Subtle Alchemy.

Situated right in the centre of the brain, the pineal gland is nonetheless outside the blood-brain barrier and receives almost as much blood flow as the kidneys. It is also in direct contact with the cerebrospinal fluid in the third ventricle and therefore floats in the soup made from every ingredient your body produces. If your biochemical soup is heavily spiked with adrenaline and cortisol, for example, this is the frequency signature that the crystals in your pineal gland will resonate with and you then call in the supernatural beings or gods who operate within that bandwidth – the archontic frequencies. If you have developed the taste for a brew flavoured with serotonin, dopamine and oxytocin, for example, your pineal gland crystals will resonate in a different frequency bandwidth and attract other supernatural entities.

Through mechanisms not yet known, the gods are then able to ´see` through our eyes, which in turn affects what we are able to see – perhaps the nervous system is not yet trained to handle such two-way traffic. What you see informs what you believe and how you feel and act, until you begin to question your beliefs and the nature of belief itself and then, perhaps, you begin to work on your biochemistry – the alchemical bath. And this is how we give power to the gods and why they hang onto their valuables in their little handbags – it holds our power over them!

So, why did the wild boar come out to play?

The third eye belongs to a male deity and so does the corresponding physical organ, whatever your gender. For the past nine months or so I´ve felt the pull of the Pole Star, who was known as Heimdall to the ancient people of northern Europe. A Swedish friend told me that Heimdall translates as ´home valley,` so to me he is the Lord of the Home Valley. I have invited Him down to play with the Dragon of the Valley, where I live, and between us we animate the creatures of the land so that we can play-learn together. That was a double-dose of wild boar medicine, necessary if we are to learn how to protect our land, ourselves and our animals from our enemies and their mindless cronies.

The Rich-Yule Death of Sacrifice

The Yule Log Ritual

The burning of the Yule Log on the Winter Solstice is a tradition of northern Europe, perhaps originating in Norway. There are many versions of this tradition and they always include finding a log, decorating it, attaching wishes/desires to it and burning it on the day of the Winter Solstice, usually at sunset. I have a preference regarding rituals involving desire: if it´s something I want to come to fruition, I bury the item that symbolizes the desire to plant it in the earth, or float it on the river. If it´s something I want to eliminate permanently I burn it and sometimes I might scatter or bury the ashes too.

There are many opinions on what makes a ritual and I offer mine here, to provide context as to why we are performing this particular ritual in our clan, this year. I reject the sociological distinction between the sacred and the profane as a product of, and a justification for, religion. Pre-religion, no such ´dichotomy` existed – all existence was sacred. However, it was also accepted that existence included visible and invisible realms, in dynamic relationship with each other. All archaic indigenous cultures recognized hierarchies across both realms and described Supernatural elements in various ways. For my own, practical purposes, I regard the Supernatural as a collection of non-carbon based living principles or entities, that form part of the web of life; some have higher-level organizing functions and others, not so much. A mundane act, such as decorating and burning a log, is elevated to a ritual act when it is performed with the intention to interact with the Supernatural in some way. Anyone can do it and make it stick.

Winter Solstice

In modern times, the winter solstice is generally viewed as the beginning of winter, which is another mark of our separation from the cycles of nature. The darkest part of the year is from Samhain to the winter solstice, the shortest day of the year. Thereafter, the days grow longer, initially by only a few minutes in each 24 hour period, imperceptible to our human senses, but providing essential information to plants and other life-forms as they stir to life. We only begin to notice the change in light around mid-January, which brings us to the edge of spring on the 1st February. (Spring equinox being the mid-point of spring.) To our ancestors, the winter solstice marks the return of the sun, literally, which they would have celebrated in various ways, most of which have now been co-opted by organized religion and long forgotten. The seasons and cycles remain and acknowledging them, however you choose, still brings you into closer interaction with Nature and Supernature.

In performing rituals grounded in Nature and the cycles of the seasons you enliven dormant genetic patterns and express them in a fresh way, waking up ancestral memories to bring forth lost wisdom. We had a little taster of this as we discussed our ´Rich-Yule logs`, Dean said: Oh, good to know we`re going to burn them on our fire, so I won`t make mine 15M long. An innocent throwaway comment, or the echo of ancestral voices? According to some sources the tradition began in Norway, where Dean´s maternal grandparents were from, where winter solstice was celebrated with a giant log being hoisted onto a great fire in the village.

Our ancestors celebrated the return of the sun at the winter solstice and they used their imagination to project characters onto the Supernatural powers they observed and their narrative drive to create the stories of their lives. Bereft of this interaction, the sun still rises, the days lengthen, but without the charge of experience the life force is weakened and winter sleeps through spring.

Mourning

This year at dawn on the day of the summer solstice, we scattered my parents ashes around Mother Pine in the woods here. It was a simple and beautiful ceremony, with Dean, my brother and his wife and two young sons. This completion stage of mourning for me began on the Day of the Dead, when the cemeteries here throng with people visiting their deceased relatives with flowers and special cream cakes, known as ´nun’s farts`. My father would have laughed heartily at the idea of us eating nun’s farts on his grave, but as none were available here, we just followed the local custom in our own way and had a drink with them and Mother Pine and the denizens of the woods.

There is no grief or sadness in this stage of mourning – more of a kind of loving formality to it. My parents and all my ancestors rest in a state of non-living coherence and I feel their attentiveness. They bring gifts of insight and guidance, as well as memories that are not my own. Yet, I felt strangely unsettled, like the pull of the mercurial glue between the worlds tugging on my mind. I wanted to give something in return. I want to honour their lives and their deaths and recognize the sacrifices made by all my ancestors, willingly or not. I realized that this is a requirement for the completion of mourning.

But, what can you give to the dead?

The Death of Sacrifice

The answer came, quite literally in a flash, as we were walking the dogs just after sunrise on the last day of the Snaketamer shift. It was grey and raining – it’s rained every day this month, which is quite unusual. Suddenly, as we walked into an open field the sun burst through the clouds and trees, low on the horizon lighting up the landscape for just a few seconds before disappearing. It sounds kind of dramatic, but in that moment I knew that the best gift I could offer them was the Ritual Death of Sacrifice.

The idea that you must sacrifice something important to you, even your life, to a higher authority, in order to get something you already have, has been around for a long time. It might have originated in the myths of the dismembering of a primordial being to create the universe, which could have been a genuine gift, offered without expectation of anything in return. But that was not how the priests interpreted it. The word ‘sacrifice’ comes from two Latin roots, sacer, meaning ‘sacred’, and facere, meaning ‘to make’ or ‘to do’. So sacrifice would mean, ‘to make sacred’ which was job security for the priests.

Sacrifice has gone mainstream since ´Jesus gave his life for our sins.` Sacrifice is now an every day expectation; ´You can’t make it without sacrifice,` or ‘ It has to hurt to work.` I’m sure you are well aware that the sacrifice of adults, children and animals is as alive today as it was in the ancient world, especially as it’s openly flaunted.

Giant statue of Molech, erected by the Vatican at the entrance to the Roman Coliseum

Sacrifice works as a twisted threesome between the sacrificial victim, the sacrificer and the higher power that must be appeased. Those who commit or order the sacrifice, are compelled to appease the Supernatural entity because they have convinced themselves that ´it` is the source of their power. In other words, they have made their survival dependent upon the notion of sacrifice and these rituals of appeasement.

That begs the question: what does it take to slay the egregore of sacrifice?

I´m opting for the tried and tested methods of fire and famine, boosted by the three Supernatural weapons that can only be wielded by the Luminous Child: playfulness, gratitude and innocence.

Fire is obvious, you burn the log, rich with symbolism. Famine means starving the beast, burning away all memory of sacrifice from your mind and never letting those thoughts back in. The only way I can do this is to make it into a game. It also requires authentic, heartfelt gratitude for the death force, to free it from the grip of the egregore.

Freedom of Death

In our modern society, death receives only the briefest of nods in plastic funeral parlours and sterile crematoriums. His contribution to life is unacknowledged. He is trapped in an artificial limbo, force-fed on unripe and unwilling victims, unable to fulfil his destiny in turning the wheel of life. With a full belly and no welcome from the living, death is a poor ally, yet without death these parasites and predators would live forever. Even death needs a bit of guidance in these dark days.

As I was contemplating the freedom of death, my friend GreenVVood sent me his astrology reading for this month:

“Intensity and a deep connection to the D-Force (Death Force) are hallmarks of the constellation of the Scorpion. When referring to the D-Force however, many can become intimidated as they take death literally. The D-Force provides the opportunity for constant transformation, dying to the rigidity of who we were, or of whom others think we are, which of course leads to the inevitable rebirthing process of who we are as timeless beings of infinite awareness. In many shamanic cultures, rites are performed to initiate individuals into different phases of power in one´s life. In order to fully enact these rites of transformation, one must die to who one was before the rite was performed. Living a life of many deaths is extremely empowering and essential for any individual attempting to attain the Great Work.

With the Moon conjunct the Sun in the head of the Scorpion, the venom and transformational potency of this moment asks us intimately: do we have the courage to relinquish and die to what impedes us from truly being? Can we be authentically genuine expressions of individuated genius, birthing continuously in all moments? Do we have the courage and vulnerability to be truly ourselves, dying continuously in all ways that inhibit us from expressing this was of life?”

This is the time to welcome death to the party, to reconnect him with the fire of life and free him from the bondage of sacrificial rites. You really do need a personal relationship with death if you want to recommend your enemies to him, he´s not on WhatsApp. Not only that, but you might also want him to show up promptly, to ease the suffering of a loved one when they are ready to move on. And then there is your own completion and final transition. I’ve been making my acquaintance with death and when I’m ready I’d like to sit under a tree and invite him to wrap me in his black feathered cloak of eternal compassion and return me to the womb of the Great Mother.

The Rich-Yule Death of Sacrifice

At sunset on the winter solstice this year, our clan will perform the Rich-Yule Death of Sacrifice. For us it will be a 21 day ritual, but it does not need to take that long. Tomorrow, on the 1st December, each of us will find a log in the woods and decorate it richly and beautifully, but not with anything precious. As the days descend into mid-winter we will contemplate what we have willingly sacrificed in our lives, or been forced or duped into sacrificing and write it on a piece of paper and pin it to the log.

The sacrifice must have been personal, although you might not have viewed it that way at the time – you might not even have been aware of it, especially if it happened to you as a child. Childhood vaccines and circumcision are examples of how health and emotional well-being of children are sacrificed to the medical authorities, henchmen of the demiurge. Dean was lied to by doctors and bullied into sacrificing a parotid gland and his sense of taste to the medical mafia, supposedly for his health. I sacrificed my intuition and direct connection to the Supernatural in my 20s, when I decided to become a lawyer, so that I could ´fit in` and be ´successful.` These are just a few examples.

The yule log, carefully selected, lovingly adorned and covered in sacrifices becomes a substitute for the egregore of sacrifice we will burn it to ash and scatter it to the winds.

With thanks to Hecate.

Freya’s Sulphuric Necklace

In another post, Yellow Dock: Badger Medicine for a New Story I recounted how our dog Freya got a new tale and became my teacher. So, the other day, when she began digging again, relentlessly, all over the newly grassed loonie pad, I took notice. She knows so much more about the gods and nature spirits than I do, as she runs with them every day. This time she was eating clay, rather than roots, so I duly searched on ´Freya and minerals´ and it didn’t take long to uncover the story of the Norse Mother Goddess Freya and her signature necklace, Brisingamen.

Freya, the most beautiful goddess and supernatural embodiment of lust, fertility, battle and magic is said to have acquired the fiery necklace from four dwarves, that she stumbled upon in their forge in the borderlands. The necklace was so beautiful and her desire for it so intense that after the dwarves refused to sell it to her for gold or silver, she agreed to their exceptional terms and spent a night with each of them in turn. The rest of the story drivels on about how she felt ashamed after and eventually shrivels and dies under the standard Christian morality makeover. The necklace is a mystery, but then so is Freya. The dwarves are probably a later addition to the story.

As it happens, we have some friends here who have introduced us to the Bock Saga. The Bock Saga speaks of prehistory, long before Norse lore and Christianity. In this story, Frey and his twin sister Freya are the progenitors of the human species. I’m not familiar enough with the Bock Saga to know whether there is any mention of Freya having an actual necklace, but the metaphysical allusion is clear. The Saga tells, that as Frey reached puberty, he began producing ‘seeds’ and this was the signal that he was ready to receive the seed sounds, referred to as the alphernas beten.

I’m struck by the similarities between the described function of alphernas beten and the seed sounds known as bija in the vedic system. I think it’s quite likely that a root language emerged at the same time in different locations on the planet. Many researchers agree that the old vedic language originated from beyond the Indian sub-continent, but a ‘mine is older than yours’ mentality is not useful here. Coming (gulp) back to Frey and Freya and her magical necklace.

As Frey aligned himself with the vibrational frequencies of the sounds, he is said to have come into resonance with the primal wisdom necessary to maintain harmony on the planet, which he had to impart to his sister, Freya, so that it could be received and activated. According to the Saga, the intention of this incestuous coupling was to generate a system of procreation that maintained goodness and balance in the descendants of Frey and Freya. Much is made of the physical, biochemical properties of semen as the vehicle of procreation, however, the seed sounds as pure frequency are likely to have a far broader co-creative function. ….and what about Freya?

The bija seed sounds of the vedic system are also known as shakti mantras. They are used in devotion to the Goddess, but they also carry the vibratory forces of Nature that hold, resonate and propel the kundalini force, and shakti is also that power. Think of the mastery of a flamenco guitarist as he makes love with his instrument – there would be no music without his skill, knowledge of the musical language, the intention and timing behind every pluck and the she-er resonant perfection of the guitar, holding and amplifying the sound, his fingers moving up and down her neck….hold it right there!

The physical analogue to Freya’s Brisingamen is the human larynx.

It might not seem immediately obvious, but the human voice generates form, but not the form you have been taught to expect from the meaning associated with the sounds you make. Just look and listen. The connection between the mangled garbage that comes out of most people’s mouths and the ugliness that manifests in their lives is hard to ignore. The magical tongues of our ancestors hang silent as we burn the guitar for kindling – no wonder there are so many thyroid problems.

In his article, ‘Brisingamen, the necklace of Freya’ David Warner Mathisen makes the case for the Brisingamen being the Corona Borealis (Northern Crown) and the constellation of Bootes as Loki.

Northern Crown (yellow) Bootes and Viro from StarMythWorld

The Poetic Edda and other early Norse poems mention how Loki, stole Freya`s necklace and Heimdal, the watchman and the ‘most shining and whitest of gods,’ fought Loki and won it back for her. Mathisen’s goal in this article (so far as I can tell) is to prove that Norse and Japanese mythologies were based on the same constellations, however, he inadvertently highlights something else of greater significance. He points out that the Corona Borealis/Brisingamen is not located in the constellation of the Virgin, where it belongs, but is located the other side of Bootes/Loki, as he hovers over her. So did Heimdal get Freya`s necklace back or not? Or maybe, not yet?

If the human correlate of the Brisingamen is the larynx, then it follows that we lost our power of magical speech because Loki, the trickster and contriver of fraud, stole the necklace. As above, so below. The dreamtime of celestial events and mythology is not necessarily chronological and the stories they tell might play out over eons. The return of the necklace could well be an episode in the story that has not yet happened, as evidenced by the location of the Corona Borealis.

And who is Heimdal?

The authors of Hamlet’s Mill, say that Heimdal stands for the world axis. This is also known as the Shiva linga or skambha/stambha, the cosmic pillar of fire joining heaven and earth, which has at one end of it the Pole Star. Polaris is not currently aligned with Heimdal and this alignment is projected to occur within the next century, or at the latest by 3000AD – roughly in line with the predicted end of the Kali Yuga.

The Poetic Edda has this to say about Heimdal/Heimdallr:

“Heimdallr is the name of one: he is called White God. He is great and holy; nine maids, all sisters, bore him for a son. He is also called Hallinskídi [“Ram”] and Gullintanni [“Golden-teeth”]; his teeth were of gold and his horse is called Gold-Top. He dwells in the place called Himinbjörg [“Heaven-fells”], hard by Bifröst: he is the warder of the gods, and sits there by heaven’s end to guard the bridge from the Hill-Giants [Jotun]. He needs less sleep than a bird; he sees equally well night and day a hundred leagues from him, and hears how grass grows on the earth or wool on sheep, and everything that has a louder sound. He has that trumpet which is called Gjallar-Horn, and its blast is heard throughout all worlds. Heimdallr’s sword is called Head.”

In Norse mythology, the events of the end of the world/age are referred to as Ragnarok. The story goes that Heimdal signals the commencement of the final battle of Ragnarok, by blasting his horn. The gods fight their enemies and many are killed, including Heimdal and Loki who slay each other. Then a new game begins. There are, of course, many versions of the end of the world scenario. I have no doubt that an epic event (or series of events) is on the horizon, but I am also totally confident that the outcome is not predetermined. This would be absolutely pointless and utterly boring, to the gods.

The gods have already given us ALL their power, including the power to completely destroy ourselves as well as the version of them we have created in this age. They are infinite energy and will be reiterated, and the same goes for us. Once you get this, you can play. The only strategy you need is: where are you going to play and how are you going to win.

In this game Freya’s Brisingamen is one of the magical weapons offered to us – the ability to recover and deploy the magical language that creates form. This is a male/yang energy, available to both men and women, sol-fire, from Freya´s sulphuric necklace.

Freya and her sulphuric necklace of amber

The Alchemical Pumpkin

In the dark of the new moon before Samhain, four of us initiated the Game of Subtle Alchemy. In that game we play with desires, polarities and the alchemical principles, to reveal our Supernatural abilities.

My game plan for this month looks like this:

SALT PRINCIPLE: Thinking, Attraction, Projection

SULPHUR PRINCIPLE: Feeling, Courage, Masculine

MERCURY PRINCIPLE: Feminine, Masculine detail

How to play that hand?????

The day before Samhain, it rained and rained. The ‘play indoors’ kind of rain I remember as a kid, because I’m old enough to remember playing outside most of the time. A perfect pumpkin carving day!

In previous years, I’ve gone for the traditional fierce jack o’ lantern style, and it’s always been a solo effort. This year, after 32 years of marriage, we made our first pumpkin together…….aaawwww…….and it turned out to be a cutie.

What does this have to do with the Subtle Alchemy Game?

Mirroring Mercury

The Mercurial Principle in alchemy is the most subtle. Salt is obvious, in your face, physical reality, albeit with mysterious, feminine depths. Sulphur is most easily recognized as the fiery drives of self-expression, both conscious and unconscious, as well as will and intention – a masculine energy. Mercury has been called the universal spirit, Castaneda’s mirroring attention, present in everything. A great deal has been written about it that sounds clever, intriguing even, yet leaves me none the wiser.

In our game, I drew Feminine-Masculine-Detail in the Mercury Principle and Dean drew Masculine-Feminine-Big Picture. That certainly pinged our attention. But what did it mean?

As we played with our pumpkin, we felt the principle in action, mirroring the ideas, actions and intensities that each of us expressed on our pumpkin project. It’s one of the ways the Universe brings itself back into balance, that can be experienced here on Earth. I wanted to add a dimple (Detail) and Dean didn’t (Big Picture). We could have argued about that, but recognizing the pattern, we laughed and our Tiger Pumpkin remains dimple-less.

Tiger Pumpkin

As it turned out, the friendly tiger hiding in the alchemical pumpkin had a few morsels to share.

Wholistic Projection

When you look at a carved pumpkin glowing in the dark, you can’t not think about light, shadow and projection.

I used the term Wholistic Projection in Subtle Alchemy, without describing what I meant by it. Projection is no accidental by-product of the psyche – it is nothing less than a Supernatural ability when opened up.

Projection is the mercury of intention, that makes it stick.

If projection isn’t running on full power, intentions fall short of their target.

What drives full metal projection? The fire of self-love, more than anything.

Jung’s original concept of the shadow personality does not imply that there are toxic flaws lurking in the ore of your nascent character, but society only values raw material for exploitation. As children, in our natural, devotional innocence and desire to fit in, we filtered out the parts of ourselves that didn’t fit society’s mould – and if you didn’t do that well enough, there are always plenty of ‘helpers’ with hammers to bash you into shape later.

The result dimmer light, weak projection and less contrast.

“There is no light without shadow and no psychic wholeness without imperfection.”

Carl Jung, Psychology and Alchemy

However, we don’t just project the aspects of ourselves we were trained to dislike – we also blindly project the most precious parts of ourselves onto others. Thinking about it, I wouldn’t be surprized to hear one day, that science has discovered that the entire human genome is projected in every biophoton. As such, most of what we project is necessarily, and thankfully, unconscious. You can never ‘see’ what you are projecting (this is due to the specific workings of the eyes and the different functions of the left and right eye) but you can assess the results by what you attract. Mercury mirrors the content of your projections directly into your soul (sulphur) and that can be delightful, or extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing into Life

Once you recognize this process, you can make the adjustments needed to turn up the power. If projection is the mercury of intention, sulphur is the drive – once you know you are projecting and take responsibility for what you project and what you attract, you can put a little or a lot in the mix.

Projection is part of vision, as is mirroring. Where is the boundary – do we ‘see’ reality into existence?

Drawing Hands, M.C. Escher, 1948

What are you projecting? And what is bening projected onto you?

First Six Years of the Garden

Year One in the Garden

We moved here in May 2013, into the cabin we built, and in the winter of 2014 we cleared about an acre of straggly pines, from a gentle south facing slope to the west of where we were renovating the old house.

Pines cleared for the garden, November 2013

Situating the garden was a big decision. We considered putting it closer to the house, which would have been more convenient, but it wasn’t feasible with all the building work going on. These pines were planted too close together and weren’t very healthy, but they had protected the soil beneath with a good layer of pine needles and other organic matter. There was a small creek the other side of the pines, which we thought we might be able to divert for water, but unfortunately it dried up after we cut down the trees and the soil was heavily compacted by the machinery. Since those early days we’ve learned a great deal about water management for the garden, mulching and improving the soil.

The situation of the garden has given us great pleasure – the views are amazing. In the winter of 2018, after we’d finally cleared the rubble from the house renovation we put in some salad beds and tomato trellises closer to the house. That was a good move as we were able to put in better soil and it’s easier to take care of the more tender plants.

In the summer of 2014, we began laying out terraces using the chestnut beams from the old house. We then covered the ground with straw for the winter.

West view, summer 2014
East view, summer 2014
South view, summer 2014

We had our first retreat in August 2014, with some great people and a lot of fun, including hay rolling from the field the other side of the house to the garden.

The hay-rolling race, August 2014

That first year we experimented with the Fukuoka method of natural farming. It was a near total failure. Perhaps it might work better in more fertile soil, or at least a garden that wasn’t already well-established with brambles and weeds. Anything that did sprout, was strangled or trampled before I could find it.

Our very first harvest was of knobbly carrots in September 2014, which was when we realized that our compacted clay soil needed some TLC.

Our very first crop of knobbly carrots, September 2014

Year Two in the Garden

Over the winter of 2014/15 we dug out the natural pool a bit more and began laying out the beds.

South view, with larger pool, February 2015

We also dug swales, in an attempt to keep more water in the soil. This was partly because we moved here in the wettest spring for 70 years! The track was a gushing wellie-deep river and the ground floor of the old house was flooded out. We were concerned about moving water away from the house and thought it would be a good idea to move it to the garden. So we dug ditches, put in drainage pipes and dug swales – then we had a drought.

It was somewhat gratifying to see the swales fill up in the spring of 2018, but we had a lot more work to do to keep sufficient water in the ground. We’ve lost too many young trees to drought. We’ve been off-grid since 2018, running on solar with a back-up generator and the system works really well, except for the fact that it’s a challenge to water the garden enough in the evening as the sun is going down. This year (2019) Dean put in a water tank that can be filled during the day, with a gravity feed water system for the garden that can be run anytime.

Full swale, March 2018

In 2015 we had broad beans, courgettes, tomatoes, carrots, broccoli and some potatoes. We would have had more potatoes and corn too, but the wild boar came and ate it all! After that, we had to fence in the garden to keep them out.

In the spring of 2015 we put in an asparagus bed and tasted our first asparagus in May 2018. Fresh asparagus, picked from the garden and tossed in a little oil and grilled, served with a sprinkle of salt, is nothing like you buy in a supermarket. In fact, all our home-grown really does taste better and is more satisfying.

Freshly picked asparagus

Year Three in the Garden

By 2016, I was beginning to think that I might have been a bit over-ambitious regarding the productivity of a food forest/permaculture garden. This was nothing like suburban gardening. The main tenet of permaculture is that you work less if you work with nature, and whilst that is true, the reality of it is entirely context dependent….and with clay soil, there is no avoiding hard graft. We love blackberries, but it took us two years to dig them out of the beds and they are still springing up all over the paths in between. As we are surrounded by woods and fields, there is never a shortage of opportunistic weeds. Yes, a weed is just another plant in the wrong place, but by the time we finished weeding one bed, the next one was smothered. The digging meditation is an excellent way to root out those unwanted suckers whenever they show – as above, so below!

We made the decision not to use manure, after realizing that I’d had enough of dealing with other people’s shit! It’s been a real challenge getting enough organic material in the soil, but I felt that using too much cow manure would upset the balance of the soil and bring in too many parasites. Although our yields were low initially, we have not had problems with parasites, bugs and slugs. We are now using indigenous microorganisms and just starting with biochar, and it’s working well. Technically, I would say our garden is a mix of organic polyculture and permaculture, not that it matters what you call it if it works!

Year three was the hardest year – lots of effort and not so much return. We decided to bring in some fresh energy with some summer volunteers.

Year Four in the Garden

Year four was more hard work, mulching, weeding and watering. The swales were not sufficient and we decided to test an exuding hose system. It worked well enough, but we needed to put in more lines. Getting more water to the garden was becoming a priority. We put a pump in the shallow well in the barn (that had been the only well water supply for the previous owners, the bucket and chain were still here) and ran a pipe to the garden. That well ran dry in August. 2016 was technically a drought here, with a relatively dry winter and spring and no rain at all in the summer. We needed a better solution, but it would have to wait for another year.

On the plus side, the volunteers that year were wonderful. Their work enabled us to catch up and even get ahead of the game, enjoy some excellent company and share the peace and beauty of this place with a lovely young couple. For them, the cabin and surroundings were the perfect getaway and space for intimacy, with each other and the land. They set the Greenwood Standard, that we ask of from prospective volunteers.

With the extra boost of energy, I fell in love with the garden again. We went into winter without a mess of weeds laughing in the wind! And Dean and Jacob set up the chicken run, so we could finally get chickens. (We can’t let the chickens free-range, as the dogs will kill them.)

Year Five in the Garden

More volunteers – also wonderful and now firm friends! This was the year we began to make real progress. The garden began to look like a garden, instead of a heart-wrenching effort to scratch some vegetables out of the earth. We began boxing off the downward side of the beds, so they would hold water more effectively and more weeding and mulching.

This was the year we got our greenhouse. And what a beauty it is, lovingly and creatively built by Marcus and Dean, using what we had left from the house, with purchased roof panels and rafters.

Our volunteers also collected seeds and set up a seed bank. Most of our vegetables are now from our own seed.

Salvage greenhouse

Year Six in the Garden

This year (2019) the garden is doing great! It’s providing us with almost all of our vegetables, everything except onions and potatoes. Potatoes are just a magnet for the wild boar and they are good and cheap to buy here. And onions just don’t do well in our soil.

I’ve started everything off in the greenhouse from our own seeds and planted out when the seedlings are strong enough. Sowing directly is still hit and miss and a bit of a waste of seeds and effort. But the greenhouse makes it all a pleasure. I can potter around when it’s cold and rainy and this year we had broad beans, cabbage, broccoli, beetroot and kale in spring. We’re eating lettuce, tomatoes, courgettes, aubergines, squash and garlic and I was able to give plants away. We’ll have fresh tomatoes through until early December, as some plants are in the greenhouse and frozen and dried all the way through to next summer. It’s August and I have kale, broccoli, cabbage and more beets in the greenhouse, ready to go out in a few weeks.

Striped aubergine that matures quickly
Garlic drying before being stored
Sweet corn
White fleshed peaches, planted in 2014
Second lot of beets this year (we love beets!)
Tomato trellises
Green tomatoes

The big project this year was the water tank and exuding hose irrigation for the garden. Dean got it finished by the end of May, just in time for the hot spell. It is a luxury. It’s a 10,000L tank and we have three water structuring disks in it to keep the water fresh. It means we can water the garden and run the dishwasher or have a shower at the same time – the kind of things you have to juggle when you’re off-grid. It’s also meant that I can begin to plant flowers around the house, as they need watering in the evening too.

Dean with the water tank for the garden

Of course, there’s always more to do, but I’m really happy with what we’ve learned and what we’ve achieved in six years!

Killing Time with the Quantum Pixies

Once upon a time used to go on forever, until the gods created time. In a sense, they co-created time with the anthropos, as time needs to be witnessed into existence. Time could well be the greatest discovery of this kalpa. Much like light, time cannot be experienced directly, but this minor detail has never got in the way of a nice theory. Scientists love to come up with theories that describe reality, but they are not allowed to look at it, because, as everyone knows, that changes everything.

Time exists as a faculty of biologically mitigated consciousness, that enables us to parcel out experience into manageable units, so that we can create meaningful narratives. It is both a dimension and a tool, because dimensions are tools that enable us to frame the vastness of existence within our sensual perception. Time of itself does nothing at all; it doesn’t move, it cannot be saved and it does not heal. The experience of time as extraneously real, flowing from the past to the future, is the result of an opportunistically constructed narrative, designed to trap the imagination in multifarious dead-end simulations. If you want to regenerate and play in the cinnabar fields, you have to break out of the time trap.

Making Time

Time is subjective. You make it up, quite literally, in your head. You are, of course, fully aware of time’s elasticity; how it drags forever if you feel bad, or are bored, or involved in something unpleasant. Conversely, how it just flies by when you are happy, or fully engrossed in some activity, or enjoying good company. These aren’t anomalous feelings; this is the actual experience of time as it really is, co-created by the geometry of your brain and your unique biochemistry interacting with your environment, as mediated by your previous responses. Time is relative to the observer, because it is created by the observer. There is absolutely no physical interaction whatsoever between the concept of time and any objective physical phenomenon. It is a great release to accept that there is only NOW, and that THEN exists only as a figment of your imagination, or memory.

Our momentous discovery of time as it relates to motion between ‘fixed’ points, is recorded in the precise alignments of ancient monuments to various celestial bodies, notably the sun and moon, Orion, Sirius, the Pleiades and the Pole Star. Time used to be seen to emerge from natural events; prehistoric people recorded the phases of the moon, they noted the changing patterns of the stars, the cycles of the season and the shadows of the sun. The mysterious wonders of stone circles and pyramids stand testament to the obsession of each culture to place itself in time – so many calendars! Many of them have phenomenal degrees of accuracy, each entirely dependent on location and custom.

Time, as we know it now, did not exist before the middle ages. Until the invention of mechanical clocks in the 14th century, the duration of an hour varied according to the season and where you lived. Even after town clocks replaced church bells, time was still linked to events, such as Christian Matins and Vespers, the opening of markets and curfews. Common people still referred both to solar time and the time of the clock, which became the familiar “o’clock”.

The global standard time-scale measurement that incorporated solar time into mechanical/clock time, has only been around since the adoption of Greenwich Mean Time in 1847. It was developed to support international commerce. Notwithstanding the efforts of that ignominious little smurf of relativity, the adoption of digital clock completed the separation of time from experience. An analogue clock face with its 12 equally spaced numbers retains its relationship to the 24 hour day. By contrast, if you didn’t know the convention of 60 minutes to an hour and 24 hours to a day, a digital clock could just keep ticking over endlessly and you would be known the wiser. Disconnected from ‘natural time’ we have become absent-minded witnesses to our ageing and entranced by our own faculties of memory and imagination, we meld distinct moments into a seamless blur of past experience, barely punctuated by lucidity.

The tilt of the earth and the precession of the equinoxes, along with that cheeky little chaos effect of perpetual mismatch between lunar and solar cycles, created the opportunity for our ancestors to develop an exceptional tool. The gods created the building blocks and set them in space and motion and human imagination took it from there. And what a tool it is. Every developed culture there has ever been created sophisticated units of measurements to organize their society. There were religious calendars, planting calendars, feast and holiday calendars and eventually tax and debt calendars. The concept of usury depends on an agreed convention of time measurement. Turkey did not accept the Gregorian (Roman/Christian) calendar until 1927, Chinese, Buddhist, Muslim and Jewish calendars are still in use today. In fact, despite appearances, there is still no accurate measurement of the length of a day, a month or a year. Do you want to go by solar time, or lunar time? How about earth time? Earth time in relation to what? Oh yes, that’ll be you!

The exact mechanics are yet to be determined, but I have no doubt that in the dreaming of the Wisdom Goddess, Her immortal child has already escaped the misty prism of time. It’s just a matter of hanging onto the golden thread and not losing the plot.

Dreaming of the Pole Star Dancer

As I was alpha-waving this post, with signature synchronicity, a friend sent me a couple of presentations that I’ve linked to below. In the first video the presenter explains how that the future creates the past, which then creates the future and the discussion in the second youtube expands on that. The theory goes that this is possible because the cosmos is an eight dimensional crystal, projected into our 3D reality and pixelated into Planck length tetrahedrons that shift around in response to our attention (the observer effect). But who/what is doing the projection? It must be pretty obvious to you by now that it’s everything, the question is: what are you tuning into?

What is Reality?

Mystery of Seven and the Nature of Reality

The fractal antenna, transceiver and energy transducer that is the human mind/body system is always sending and receiving information with which we co-create reality at many levels, mostly subconsciously. Interpretation of the data is dependent on mindset/paradigm and internal and external environments.

The visible form of the human body emanates from the crystalline lattice geometry of the cells, the water matrix and the piezoelectric biomineral crystals that convert electrical energy into mechanical energy and vice versa. Each type of cell in a particular part of the body tunes into a specific frequency range and changes its shape according to its health and level of stimulation, which then affects its biochemistry. Each organ, with its differentiated cells, produces a unique frequency. The whole body is also an antenna/transducer, so mudras, the postures of yoga and the movements of Tai Chi and Qigong create shapes that affect signalling, in much the same way as ‘rabbit-ear antennas’ used to be shaped and positioned on televisions. The shape of your body as you tend the garden affects both tthe environment and you in a very different way than some one sitting on a tractor.

The ‘Human Antenna’ is an archetypal concept, as demonstrated by the ‘Squatter Man’ petroglyphs found all over the world. These are thought to have suddenly appeared in multiple locations within the same timeframe and therefore relate to an event in the sky, as this would have been visible everywhere. According to Anthony Peratt, these images are all depicting a single massive plasma discharge event, although other researchers think there might have been multiple events.

Squatter Man (Stick Man) Petroglyphs

My focused contemplation has drawn me to the Pole Star, currently Polaris in Ursa Minor, aka Little Dipper or Little Bear. Polaris is actually situated in the tail of the Little Bear – curious, don’t you think? A bear with a tail? Or is that a bear with a tale to tell? And when does the tail wag the dog?

Once upon a time Polaris was a dog’s tail and upon another the Little Bear was the wings of the dragon in Draco. Constellations of Words makes a link to the bear’s embryonic tail, that disappears at eight weeks into fetal development. Human embryos also have a tail that is fully absorbed within 8-9 weeks of development, which coincides with the beginning of the axial development stage of skull and spinal column.

“Using light and scanning electron microscopy, several detailed analyses of the embryonic human tail have shown that the dead and degenerating tail cells are ingested and digested by macrophages (macrophages are large white blood cells of the immune system which more normally ingest and destroy invading pathogens such as bacteria) (Fallon and Simandl 1978Nievelstein et al. 1993Sapunar et al. 2001Saraga-Babic et al. 1994Saraga-Babic et al. 2002). In adult humans, the tail is finally reduced to a small bone composed of just four fused vertebrae (the coccyx) which do not protrude from the back (Fallon and Simandl 1978Sapunar et al. 2001) (see Figure 2.4.1).”

http://www.talkorigins.org/faqs/comdesc/section2#ontogeny_ex4

Human embryos

Thuban, in the constellation of Draco, was the Pole Star around 2750BC. Draco guards the golden apples of immortality in the Land of the Hesperides. Thuban itself isn’t that interesting, but its close alignment with the celestial north pole was geographically and narratively significant. The Pole Stars were pivotal in early navigation of the globe and in the establishment of longitude. This time period also corresponds to the growth of settlements, agriculture and technology. Thuban ceased to be the Pole Star in around 1900BC, the position was gradually taken up by Polaris, which is said to have arrived in pole position some time in the fifth or sixth century CE – corresponding to the beginning of the European Dark Age.

Signature of Draco, with Thuban in the tail

Having already made the embryo link with the Little Bear, what do you see when you look at the signature of Draco? A dragon, a serpent, a wave, or maybe a spermatozoa?

Before Thuban, the Pole Star was Vega, in the constellation of Lyra. Vega is egg-shaped and the Egyptians associated her with Hathor, the Great Cow-Mother. Her name means ‘Temple of Horus”, ‘Eye of Horus’, terms associated with the pineal gland. Hathor is often depicted with a lyre-shaped face and animal ears, signaling the influence of Vega on our reality, through geometry and sound (frequencies). It’s not even a stretch to see the female reproductive system in some of the Egyptian statues of Hathor. The egg in the cosmic womb, humming into life.

Statue of lyre-faced Hathor, with ears to hear the cosmic music
Where music becomes form

Looking at Polaris in the night sky and putting these pieces together, I’m getting the clear impression that the True North end of the imaginary earth axis also works as a special kind of antenna for the earth. It looks as if She is showing that She uses ‘information’ from the Pole Stars in Her imaginary/creative processes relating to the anthropos. I find a visual connection between the Squatter Man images and that of the human chromosome and I see the petroglyphs as showing the DNA cosmic connection. DNA is itself a projection, as Luc Montagnier proved.

Humans need narrative frameworks to make sense of reality and to engage potential – and whatever you are told, whatever you discover, you have to test it for yourself to make it real. The Sophianic vision story puts the source of the human genome as the anthropic plasm in the Orion nebula and explains how it got there. It is the source code for our DNA, which is a projection, but not an illusion. This is not something to be believed, but a guiding framework with which to explore life; it operates as a meta-narrative, as it contains within itself the key to understanding how the rhythm and cycles of entropy and counter-entropy are driven by great narrative themes and love stories, rather than the perceived flow of time.

Human chromosome

Did the concept of time ‘leak in’ through the Pole Star and into human awareness? Our ancestors must have been aware of the significance of the Pole Star when they based the archetypal image of the swastika on the positions of the Big and Little Bears around the Pole Star at the solstices and equinoxes.

Pole Star swastika

You can find a lot more information about the Pole Star and the swastika on this site: Alternative Thinking 37

Zelia Nuttal’s book, The Fundamental Principles of Old and New World Civilizations(1901), researched over a period of thirteen years describes how the ancient Mexicans arranged their social order according to the circumpolar movements of the Great Bear and Little Bear (aka Big Dipper and Little Dipper) around Polaris. It is available as a free PDF here: http://www.gutenberg.org/files/32066/32066-pdf.pdf?session_id=86b610d3186d24537f7e69b4ae8670b300f85176

The ‘dawn of time’ might just have been around 12,000BC. This was when the Great Pyramid was most likely built with its entrance gallery aligned to the Pole Star, which was then Vega. (Sir John Herschell who made the alignment discovery in 1840 originally opted for Thuban, which would have made the pyramids ‘younger’. He retracted that estimation when he found that his computations were inaccurate and the astronomical alignments did not match Thuban.) Why is this relevant now? By some calculations Polaris won’t be aligned (and even then not exactly) with the North Pole until 3000AD, others put it at 2100AD, but that is a view through the lens of time.

In dreaming, there is no linear time. In fact, there is no time at all, but there is consciousness. In dreaming consciousness your mind works to find the narrative thread of your life, completely free of the constraints of time because you have no (or very little) awareness of your physical body – an effect of melatonin. This has contributed to all manner of confusion regarding ‘spirit trapped in matter’ etc., but what is the purpose of dreaming? Well, I guess that will depend on whom you ask. From my perspective, as a life-long lucid dreamer, I think it mirrors the process that Sophia uses to create narrative and form from the input She receives from the stars, but in a hugely scaled down and less intense manner. (As above, so below.) This is pertinent now, because as the earth axis/antenna gets closer to the Pole Star the intensity, or drama, of the story She is dreaming intensifies, just as the primary organ we use to receive Her signal is under increased attack. That organ is the pineal gland. Learning how the pineal gland works and how to use it correctly is fundamental to our survival in electromagnetic warfare and to the ‘birthing’ of the immortal child.

Pineal Gland Antenna

In another episode of the Saga of the Magical Child, humans were fully aware of their connection to the stars via a crystalline structure in their skulls. Taoists referred to the Crystal Palace, in the yogic tradition it is the Ajna chakra, or third eye. This image, on a piece of pottery in the National Archeological Museum of Malta, shows highly stylized version of the Squatter Man (also known as the Stick Man) with a faceted downward pointing triangular head, is an indication that early Europeans were aware of this organ too.

Squatter Man with ‘Crystal Head’

We now know much more about the physiological function of the pineal gland, especially its role in managing the circadian rhythms, sexual maturation and the aging process. I’m not going to go into that here, as it’s all well-documented elsewhere. In my opinion, (unsubstantiated and simply based on my own experience, insight and reflection) the glands of the endocrine system all have hidden or unused functionality, to be brought online by changing our perception and modus operandi – ie habits. Structural change might or might not follow. The hidden functionality of the pineal gland, as ‘cosmic antenna’ can be accessed now because of three key factors:

– our Earth Mother is now lucid in Her Dreaming;

– humans NOW recognize narrative, through generations of literature, art, film, theatre, history and even religion;

– survival of the species depends on it.

(The species survives, that’s in another chapter, it’s your survival and the quality of life you live that’s in question here. And this isn’t the only option by any means – Sophia is super-abundant in solutions.)

To use the pineal gland correctly, you need to aim it. (Remember the rabbit-ear antennas?) What is correct usage? Well, I would say survival rates pretty high, but I’m not interested in survival on any terms; I want playful, ecstatic, intense, feeling the wonder of life in every cell of my body, kind of survival. I’m looking to give birth within myself to the immortal child and that requires aligning myself with the imagination and dreaming of the earth. As I began to question the notion of time, I found myself drawn to Polaris and looking into the regulation of time in the body led me to the pineal gland. That non-local link-up has generated a shift in my focus, from time to narrative and that is informing this post.

I’ve been looking into Taoist Alchemy for a while and after my connection with the Pole Star and the pineal gland, I found this information from Mantak Chia:

As Above, So Below

There is one point in the sky around which all the other constellations revolve; the North Star point. The North Star is fixed, stationary, motionless. Taoists regard it as the Center, the source of the universe, the Nothingness, or Wu Chi. The North Star is the Gateway to Heaven. In the Tao, the body is a microcosm of the universe. “As above, so below.” Whatever happens “up there” happens “down here.” Hence, the physical body is marked with gridlines and meridians of light around a Center. The Center is called the “Tan Tien”, or “Field of Energy” (Fig. 3).

The idea of a Central Axis – the Pole Star in the firmament and a Cauldron in the body – is a central tenet in Taoist philosophy and alchemical practice. To get to the Center of the body, open the Tan Tien; to get to the Center of the Heavens, enter through the North Star. Both are doorways to the heart of the true Tao, the Wu Chi, from which both Heaven and Earth are born. The Inner Alchemy practice of the Universal Tao fuses the body’s energies to give birth to a spiritual embryo capable of maturing into a deathless existence and of flight inward, beyond time and space, to the source…..

The Darkness environment activates the glands of the Crystal Palace, actualizing their higher powers and providing a “way back” to the Original Source. When the Crystal Palace is open, it becomes illuminated like a million shining crystals. It can give and receive light and awaken our inner knowledge and deepest potentials. It receives light and knowledge from the universe and reflects it to the various organs and glands to enhance them.

The pineal gland helps us to overcome death by taking in external forces and combining them with sexual energy and the Original Force to form an “immortal body.” With this body we can leave the physical body before the final transition (death) occurs…….

In the Tao, the sources of longevity and immortality are within the body, not as a physical womb but a spiritual one. Taoists call this spiritual womb the “cauldron”. The right method to “cook the cauldron” is not to search outwardly for love from others, but to search within the naked and abandoned self. Self-love, or self-intercourse is the way to give birth to the Immortal Self.”

Excerpt from: Darkness Technology: Darkness Techniques for Enlightenment, Mantak Chia

From my perspective, the Crystal Palace links the imaginal cells of the anthropic body into the mytho-poetic world of the Aeons, of Supernature and especially Gaia. Our Divine Mother is continuously informed by the other celestial bodies to generate a narrative flow within Her own imagination that exists outside of time, as if in a dream. Her thoughts and feelings vibrate the geometry of our brain/body system and we each make our own interpretations, usually filtered through the misty prism of time, but other options are available. I resonated strongly with some of the ideas expressed here, but not with the specific meditation described, which is why I’ve omitted those passages, but the link is there so you can look them up yourself if you are interested. I omitted them for two reasons:

– I don’t find that I’m able to connect imaginatively with any of the organs in my skull; they are protected from all forms of psychic interference;

– the idea of a beam connecting to the Pole Star to the pineal gland is not how I experience the connection. I experience it as an instantaneous non-local event.

I discovered that I make the connection between Polaris and my pineal gland by looking at images of the pineal gland and knowing that it exists and where it is located in my brain and then forgetting about it and focusing on Polaris. You do need to be in a completely dark room without wifi or EMFs, so that you produce sufficient melatonin. I then form the lightly held intention to make the connection, as in “Let’s give this a go.” and I imagine the Great Bear and the Pole Star as I saw them in the sky and it’s as if a switch has been flipped. The amalgam fillings that I have in my teeth (I still hate the dentists that did that to me as a child) start to throb and I fall instantly asleep and have lucid dreams. When I wake up, something has changed in my life. It might not work in the same way for everyone, but I tend to find that function follows form, so what is the function of the microcrystals in the pineal gland?

According to S. Baconnier and S.B. Lang of the University of Negev, the calcite microcrystals of the pineal gland form cubic, hexagonal or cylindrical shapes and are thought to function as ‘harmonic generators and possible piezoelectric transducers. (Calcite Microcrystals in the Pineal Gland of the Human Brain: Second Harmonic Generators and Possible Piezoelectric Transducers: https://www.researchgate.net/publication/11165623_Calcite_Microcrystals_in_the_Pineal_Gland_of_the_Human_Brain_First_Physical_and_Chemical_Studies)

This image is from an earlier study by the same researchers, which raised the question of the effects of EMFs and radio frequencies on the pineal gland. Other studies have documented the damage caused by fluoride and artificial light and who knows what the effect of 5G will be. This looks just like an antenna to me, but I think it works instantaneously and non-locally, once switched on and connected with the Pole Star.

The idea I’m putting forward here is that, the pineal gland is an antenna that you can aim at anything. Aiming it at the Pole Star brings through, to you personally, in the form of dreams and visions, exactly the input you need to alter your DNA and transcend the trap of time. Ageing beyond maturity and premature death is a consequence of the precedence you give to time. You need to know the Source and Her MO to have the confidence to follow the guidance. (DNA works on principles of grammar and language, so that you can be part of the story. See the work of Pjotr Garjajev: http://www.rexresearch.com/gajarev/gajarev.htm

This idea is being explored by other researchers, but many are still under the spell of ‘the false deity who cannot see,’ so they tend to look only at the effects of Supernatural actions, rather than the full interaction between the human and the Divine – no epic story is unfolding within and through them. This site metatoninresearch.org has put together a lot of excellent research on the function of the pineal gland. I find it to be misguided in its focus on metatonin and endogenous DMT, but I’ve included these passages as they closely (although incompletely) offer a contemporary Gnostic-scientific description of the Earth Goddess/Pole Star/pineal connection experience.


“Several researchers have also suggested that the pineal gland may prove to be more than just a hormone production gland, it may also contribute visual imagery to our visual cortex, a second visual platform so to speak. The pineal gland may be called the third eye, but it is not a third eyeball. It has no lens, pupil or iris, but it does have a retina. In fact, the pineal gland may prove to be more like a television receiver. Several unique properties of this gland may contribute to the visual aspect of a METAtonin experience. One theory is that the matrix of corpora arenacea crystals (brain sand) in the pineal gland may be able to interpolate scalar holographic-hyperspace information into a physical realm signal that is then converted into photons by piezoluminescent DMT molecules in suspension, if they are present at that time. The photons emitted from the DMT molecules are converted into a neural signal by photosensitive pinealocytes in the gland then sent to the visual cortex via a neural pathway, hence, the television receiver theory. No other endocrine gland or area of the brain or body has such a unique collection of specific biological components…..

Scalar Holographic Reality and the Pineal Gland

In order to investigate the pineal gland further, it is necessary to grasp the nature of reality that the pineal gland is proposed to access: the hidden side or dark side of reality, which Anthony Peake in his book Opening the Doors of Perception calls the Pleroma, a term used in Gnostic teachings. As most researchers have deduced, it is most probable that the Pleroma and our human memory field are both holographic in nature, so this is something we need to grasp. Holographic reality really makes no sense at first because energy as we know it manifests in a very different manner in the holographic realm than it does in ours. On the physical plane we are surrounded by radiated concentric electromagnetic waves, but holographic reality exists in the medium of scalar or parallel waves. These scalar waves are flat….unlike the electromagnetic waves of our physical reality which are always curved, i.e. dispersive, in nature. Electromagnetic radiation, the energy of our reality, radiates in a curved wave from a point source such as a candle or a star. The further a wave moves from the source, the dimmer it becomes. This property of diminishment is not present in scalar reality in which the energy wave does not get weaker or flare out as it moves away from the source.

In a room with a scalar candle in it, the light in the room would be equally the same everywhere, and when one approached the candle it would get no brighter. But a candle, being a point source, is not a good example, if one were in a room where the whole wall was evenly lit up as the light source, that would be more like scalar situation; in addition, the energy from the wall would not increase as one moved closer to it. In scalar reality, therefore, distance is of lesser significance, for it has no bearing on energy levels. In our radiation-based non-scalar world, distance and energy in a way define each other, and define time and entropy as well.”

Killing Time

Time as a tool is useful for co-ordinating with other people, for travel and for certain types of planning – I’d like to keep that. But time as a usurper of life-force energy is no longer in my play-book. As the concept of time is no longer connected to any natural events or cycles, its phantom existence is purely digital, a symbolized ‘form’ totally dependent on human habits, behaviour and words to enliven it. It’s longevity (don’t you just love this game?) is testimony to the power of language and meaning-making through stories, that has been endowed in the anthropos, but that also makes it easy to ‘kill’. You can bring it back whenever you want, because you are given the power to do that – you ‘make time’ for anything you desire – you only have to pay attention to your direct sensory experience and learn how to aim and follow through.

Because time is an illusion held in place by the narrative flow of your own mind-stream, you ‘kill’ it by observing its ‘modeled form’ whenever it appears and replacing the word ‘time’ with ‘desire’, ‘energy’ or ‘experience,’ as appropriate. The past or the future are just different episodes or chapters. Change your language and see how that changes your life.


“If you want to awaken all of humanity, then awaken all of yourself. If you want to eliminate the suffering in the world, then eliminate all that is dark and negative in yourself. Truly, the greatest gift you have to give is that of your own self-transformation.”
~ Lao Tzu

Addendum

A while ago a friend recommended a book: Voices of the First Day, Awakening in the Aboriginal Dreamtime, by Robert Lawlor. It arrived the day after I finished this post and I’ve just started reading it and I’m enjoying it very much.

This excerpt is from Chapter 2:

“Because Indo-European language dictates that we express all our thoughts in past, present or future tense, we have the notion that time is an abstract backdrop moving in one direction, like the hands of a clock, from past to future. None of the hundreds of Aboriginal languages contain a single word for time, nor do the Aborigines have a concept of time. As with creation, the Aborigines conceive the passage of time and history not as a movement from past to future but as a passage from a subjective state to an objective expression. The first step in entering into the Aboriginal world is to abandon the conventional abstraction of time and replace it with the movement of consciousness from dream to reality as a model that describes the universal activity of creation.

The ritual dances and songs that the Aborigines perform every day celebrate the movement from subjective to objective that created the world.”

The southern hemisphere does not have a Pole Star. According to Earthsky.org Sirius will be the Southern Pole Star in the year, 66270! I find a correlation between the existence of a Pole Star in the northern hemisphere and the relentless advancement of ‘civilization’, as compared to the conscious simplicity of the highly ritualized and intentional Aboriginal lifestyle. As Dean and I laid out under the stars, we questioned who was the ‘primitive’ here. Has this entire episode been for nothing? Or have we learned something?

Much is made, in this book and others, of the ‘mistake’ of agriculture. I don’t find growing our own food, co-creating a beautiful garden or subsistence farming to be a mistake. Industrial farming is another story – the fruits of western intellect and effort have been consistently stolen and corrupted by the enemies of life. The horrors of colonization did not originate in Europe, but we are all involved in Correction, consciously or not. As one chapter ends, a new one begins. What are you ‘righting’? What can we learn from our southern cousins? And what is the function of the Pole Star?

Dreamcatcher Tomatoes

We finally got to put up the trellis for the tomatoes. We’ve wanted to get them closer to the house for a long time, but first we had to build the house and clear the rubble. That’s taken a few years.

We used abandoned yurt poles for the main supports and washing line, with a couple of hula hoops to make the trellis, because that’s what we had. the dreamcatcher weave is an easy way to make the trellis and it’s eye-catching too.

The boxed in beds have a mix of our own compost, forest mulch and biochar. We have cucumbers, aubergines and lettuce planted in between and I’ve just sown basil and nasturtiums. Not much to see yet, but they are growing fast and strong.

I’m using indigenous micro-organisms and chicken shit tea for fertilizer.

Bumper crop

This year (2019) was a bumper crop for tomatoes, despite a surprize hailstorm on 4th July that caused quite a bit of damage. I cut out the damaged stems and fruits and they just bounced back. The plants in the greenhouse will provide fresh tomatoes until the first frost, usually the last week of November or first week in December. I’m currently freezing and drying about a kilo of tomatoes a day and I expect that we’ll have enough to see us through until the first drop next year. That feels great, as I know exactly where these tomatoes have come from and that they’ve been grown without any chemicals and with structured water from our well.

In the past I’ve usually grown cherry tomatoes too, but I’ve come to the conclusion that they are a bit of a waste of space. We prefer big tasty, juicy tomatoes that we can eat in salads, use for cooking and dry for later. I started all the tomatoes from seed in a propagator box in the (unheated) greenhouse in mid- March. I’ve found that there’s nothing to be gained by starting them earlier, as they need the increasing light following the equinox to grow strong and healthy.

This year I sowed three types of tomato:

Corazon de Buey

The ‘ox heart’ is a Spanish heritage tomato – it’s big, juicy and delicious, with just the right balance of tart and sweet, firm-fleshed, few seeds and the best for salads.

The seeds germinated a bit later than the others, they like a bit more warmth and they were slow starters, but once they got going……

Mighty Corazon de Buey, just picked
Corazon de Buey tomato, sliced.

Mucha miel

Another Spanish heirloom variety, with a slightly ribbed, irregular shape and a rich sweet, flavour. It’s a large tomato, with attractive green stripes as it grows. Despite its size, it’s my favourite tomato for drying, as it isn’t quite as juicy as the others and dries just a bit quicker. – (This is important as an off-gridder.) The flavour intensifies when dried, especially with a bit of basil and we’ll have these with spring salads before next year’s new crop. It’s also a great salad tomato and is a prolific cropper.

Mucha miel and Rosa de Berne tomatoes

Rosa de Berne

Rosa de Berne is a Swiss heirloom tomato. It’s a great all-rounder, with a beautiful rose-pink colour and it’s really sweet and juicy. This is a very useful tomato as it is a heavy cropper and ripens early. It doesn’t have the acidity of the others, but it still tastes of tomato. In fact, all these tomatoes are intensely flavoursome.

This is a great tomato for cooking slightly and freezing for use in soups and stews in the winter, but will go nicely with salad too.

They are all winners!

Healing the Waters

What if there was such a thing as healing water? True holy water, sacred water; water that can heal any ailment. Would you drink it? Would you even taste it?

Surprizingly, to me at least, many people will turn their heads away. Others will accept the offer with a smirk, only with the intention of disputing the claim. Whatever happened to open-minded scepticism? Whatever happened to innocence? I’m sure you have a few answers to those questions, but are you willing to return to childlike innocence, despite all you have learned? Could you do that even if you wanted to?

Inability to do what you want to do, is not caused by lack of will power, or inherent weakness, it is primarily due to unresolved emotional issues that have generated unhelpful habits. Bringing your emotions into harmony is vital for your own health and regeneration and to clear your perception, so that your behaviour and actions can be in accordance with your desire and intention. Acting out of emotional turmoil is a good way to use a lot of energy to achieve nothing very useful in the longer run – and there will be many, many re-runs. But controlling emotions, just creates a dam that will inevitably burst. I use the word ‘harmony’ specifically, to bring to mind the music of a clear mountain stream; there is energy and power, but it always flows. Easier said than done though, isn’t it? How do you let go of the emotions you don’t want, the ones that quite literally make you sick, so that you can develop healthier and happier habits? One way is with water – it’s not a metaphor for emotions, it is the source, the memory and the solution.

Do you feel it in your waters?

Recent research has proven what animists and healers have always known: that water has memory and the ability to communicate. But what does it remember? How and what does it communicate? What does this mean for humans and other life forms?

Prof. Dr. Bernd Kröplin of the Stuttgart Water Research Centre in Germany, photographs droplets of water as they dry under a darkfield microscope to show that water from different sources have unique patterns. When put in contact with information and living things the water droplets form new patterns that can be correlated to the exposure. His research has also shown that water exchanges information and influences other water, over a distance of around 1.5M.

The images below show how Berlin water reacts differently to water from the Ganges and local water.

Kröplin’s work confirms the earlier work of Dr Masaru Emoto, on how water responds to intention, emotion, words, symbols and music, as well as that of other researchers who have shown how water is affected by EMFs, mobile phones, microwaves etc. Kröplin concludes that, as adult humans are around 70% water, we are all participating in an involuntary and uncontrollable ‘channel of perception’ whenever we come into proximity with another human, or indeed, any other life form. More information can be found on the professor’s website: www.worldinadrop.com. It’s well worth a look.

So, water holds information about things its come into contact with and communicates this information to other water, including the water in human bodies. When you consider how water is treated in its journey from source to body, you really have to question what information it is sharing. It seems quite obvious that some of the distress and unease we feel at times originates from the water itself. We amplify that distress with our own emotions and unknowingly spread it like a disease to other life forms and back to the rivers, oceans, lakes and streams and all the underground waterways. And on it goes, a vicious vortex! The emotional body of the earth, Her waters, resonate with our turmoil, as well as all the other filth and pollution.

This documentary summarises the recent research and begins to ask some of these questions:

Healing the Waters is a way to break that cycle. Some indigenous peoples still conduct ceremonies and rituals to heal the waters of the Earth, just as their ancestors have done since the beginning of time and our water would have suffered more without their efforts. The children of Europa had these practices stripped from our collective memory before time was recorded. However, as it happens, the magical children of the Wisdom Goddess have already recovered this knowledge and you can hear the music returning to the waters of our homelands, if you listen carefully. If you can hear it, then this is your work. Water rituals are real – they work whether you believe in them or not. All the waters on this planet, biological and terrestrial, need healing and it’s something that anyone can do, anywhere, without any special skills, alone or with others.

Fear and Water

No one knows for sure where earth’s water came from, but some of it originated in the cold silence of space and was present in the earliest days of the earth’s formation. The first memory of those pristine waters must have been part of the original trauma of the Aeon Sophia as She transformed into the planet. Is this why the emotion most often associated with water is fear?

The interrelatedness of the elements, the seasons, the celestial bodies and the human body can still be found in Traditional Chinese Medicine; the water element is associated with winter and the kidney and bladder organs. In addition to the physical function of the kidneys, the Chinese consider the kidney organ system (including the adrenal glands) to be the ‘Minister of Power ‘and the ‘Root of Life’, as they are the storehouse of original qi. Weak kidney energy is considered to be causative factor in immune deficiency and feelings of fear and paranoia and strong kidney energy generates courage and willpower. In the Chinese system, the kidney and bladder meridians and organs are paired, as kidney fire vitalizes the system and separates the pure aspects of water from the impure. Contaminated water is transported to the bladder for storage and elimination and purified water is reused. It is well known that fear can cause involuntary urination, but the idea that, in some cases, fear can be emanating from the water itself is not considered.

The notion that the anthropine creature only has has senses and abilities that can be measured by scientific instruments is, of course, utter nonsense. All our senses and organs have occult functions that operate subconsciously, until recognized and trained. Kidneys, shaped like ears and connected to the ears in TCM, hear the shape of water and decode the information held in the form. For water, the shape is the memory. Nervous bladder can be for several reasons; sometimes it is a response to the resonance of stressed water caused by being in proximity to some one who is anxious or in fear (even though they might not be aware of it). If you have difficulty maintaining your emotional balance when faced with intense emotion in another, a problem for empaths and sensitives, you probably have a nervous bladder too. Rather than an irritation, that’s a sign that you are primed to heal the waters and you will find it easy to use ‘occult kidney energy’ to change the state of your own waters and other waters around you. The senses and organs are not just receptive; you are always changing material reality through your perception, not by what you think, but how you feel.

Freya, one of our dogs and my recently appointed teacher, (see: Yellow dock: badger medicine for a new story) demonstrated the water fear factor with the simple eloquence of her own body, over the past few months. She had become quite urinary incontinent – she would wake up in a puddle. I went through various courses of treatment, flaxseed for her hormones, St John’s Wort for her nerves and spine, Plantago Hommacord to support her immune system, apple cider vinegar and kelp for infection, walnut tincture for parasites and sulphur for pain. Everything helped a little and the puddles shrank, but they didn’t disappear. We began looking for the behavioral patterns and noticed that they were worse when Dean came back from town, when people visited or even when we talked about certain subjects and she became anxious or excited. I found that if I reset her root chakra on these occasions the leaks stopped completely. (See: Grinding Gears and the Killer Chakra for the chakra correction process.) There was never anything wrong with her in this regard; when we calmed her down her body naturally expelled the contaminated water that did not ‘fit’ with her relaxed state – just as Kröplin had shown with the Berlin and Ganges water. Now, I hardly ever have to reset her root chakra. I feel a great love for the water and Freya for taking on the fear and revealing it, I thank them and it dissolves.

We use Ophiussa water restructuring discs for all our drinking water and water for the garden, to bring it back to its natural coherent state.

Much of the fear that flows around the planet is unconscious and programmed. It didn’t arise out of your own experience, but it affects your experience. Some of it arises out of the water itself – for sure, most of the waters of the earth are treated with the utmost disrespect. It’s all real fear and it keeps you in a stressed state that weakens your will and blinds you to what you are capable of within you own life. Healing the Waters and dissolving fear is a simple, effective and free way to help yourself, others and the Earth. No belief required, you get to know that it works through doing it and observing what shows up.

You cannot fail. The innocence of the future has already caused this to happen.

Water Ceremonies and Rituals

There is no set format for a water ceremony and any act you repeat is a ritual. However, there are a few matters to take into consideration:

  • anticipate results, with a kind of open-hearted excitement and pay attention. Usually, you will get some sign or evidence that your ceremony has been effective within 72 hours.
  • make an offering as part of your ritual or ceremony. Feeling gratitude to the water and ‘sending it love’ is a redundant thought-based projection. The act of making an offering shows gratitude.
  • focus on feeling and the information you receive from your senses. How do you feel when you drink certain water, or bathe in it? What does it taste like? What is the smell? How does that change following your ritual or ceremony?
  • timing is everything. It’s obvious that moon phases have an effect on water and so does solar activity. Affecting physical matter through intention, and the aim of a healing water ceremony is to change the shape of the water molecule, is most effective when the earth’s magnetic field is agitated. Coronal Mass Ejections, that release plasma create better conditions for this kind of work than solar flares and the window of opportunity is just before or when the CME bursts, not when it reaches the earth’s atmosphere. (See the work of Dr Stanley Krippner and Amyr Amiden for more on this.)
  • don’t swear at the rain!
  • only do this work with others that you feel completely relaxed and comfortable with, otherwise you’ll just make each other and the water feel worse. It’s not a judgment, it’s just a recognition of the fact that that is not the work for you to do together at that time.
  • you can restructure your drinking water by recognizing that you would not be alive without water and feeling genuine gratitude towards it. (It is still necessary to filter or distill most tap water before drinking it. I’m not consciously aware enough to take this time for our water, so I use our water structuring discs, that are available here.)

If you love some one and you recognize that you are loving the water in them, as well as all the elements and minerals in them that they bring together in a unique and beautiful pattern – just watch what happens!

I’d really like to hear about your ceremonies and how they’ve worked out.

Further Consideration

What is the effect of our collective consciousness on the waters of the planet and the weather systems?

In the Chinese view, water is the most yin of the elements and its season is winter because this is when nature sleeps and dreams of replenishment.

According to The Yellow Emperor’s Classic of Internal Medicine:

“In winter all is hidden. Winter is the season of retirement into depth, because of the cold outside. At this time you must not disturb or disperse the yang (Fire, active) energy so that you can allow the yin reserves to be re-established within you.”

Is there a connection between the length and harshness of winter and the intensity of yin energy stored in the waters, including the inhabitants, of a region? I think so. I don’t accept the inevitability of the Grand Solar Minimum based on past models, because they do not recognize that the Earth and the Sun are ‘alive’ and have their own consciousness and interact with each other, and neither do they take human consciousness into account.

Yellow dock root: badger medicine for a new story

Five years ago, I made a batch of yellow dock root tincture, for no reason at all at the time. It sat stewing silently in the back of my medicine cabinet, waiting for the moment to make its debut. That came in early spring this year, when Freya had a digging frenzy in the garden. She’s not much of a digger usually, so after one especially strenuous effort, I went out to inspect her work. You guessed right! She had dug up an enormous yellow dock and was chewing on the root.

Freya is a rescue dog, so we don’t know her history, but all animals, including humans, will self-medicate given the chance. We do know that she had a full slew of vaccinations just before we got her and when she arrived here, her back was severely hunched and her back legs were stiff, almost paralyzed. She couldn’t run. I suspect that the rabies vaccination was involved, as the shelter did not mention that she had had an injury or any problems before she came to us. Her back eventually straightened, but she still sticks her hind legs out to the side when she runs. She also has other health challenges and some difficulty in managing her emotions.

However, this post isn’t about Freya’s various conditions and how we treat them; I’m aiming to show how the process of guidance and learning unfolds when working with a plant teacher, how to work with the resources available and how perception shifts.

According to Culpeper’s Complete Herbal, all the docks are governed by Jupiter and yellow dock is turning out to be a quite outstanding teacher plant.

“Government and virtues. All docks are under Jupiter, of which the red dock, which is commonly called blood-wort, cleanseth the blood, and strengthens the liver; but the yellow dock-root is best to be taken when either the blood or liver is affected by choler. All of them have a kind of cooling (but not all alike) drying quality, the sorrel being most cold, and the bloodworts most drying. Of the burdock, I have spoken already by itself. The seed of most of the other kinds, whether the gardens or fields, do stay lasks and fluxes of all sorts, the loathing of the stomach through choler, and is helpful for those that spit blood. The roots boiled in vinegar helpeth the itch, scabs, and breaking out of the skin, if it be bathed therewith. The distilled water of the herb and roots have the same virtue, and cleanseth the skin from freckles, morphew, and all other spots and discolourings therein.”

It’s imperative not to lose your nerve when working with animals. I don’t take our animals to the vets (accidents and neutering aside) not because I feel confident in treating them, but because there is no other choice. Vets, just like doctors, are trained by corrupt institutions into a system that does more harm than good – yes, I know your vet is a wonderful, caring individual, especially when it comes to his/her bank account. The vast majority are not caring enough to question the dogma of injecting our animals with harmful substances for questionable diseases. (See: http://www.whale.to/v/rabies.html) They are incapable of treating the injuries and ongoing disease they have inflicted until they recognize that vaccinations cause many of the problems. Animals are the most excellent teachers of the healing arts, Sophia’s emissaries, no less.

I hadn’t even considered giving Freya yellow dock, but dogs don’t lie, so I dug out the tincture and gave her a few drops immediately. I also began taking it myself, so I could get the feel of it from the inside as I began observation and research.

Yellow dock (Rumex crispus): identfication and use

Yellow dock is named after its root, which is yellow and is the part of the plant with the most therapeutic benefit. It is said that the leaves can be eaten, and I’ll put a few young ones in our wild juice now and then for a hint of bitter-sour if there aren’t any dandelion or milk thistle leaves around, but not that often as the oxalates in the leaves interfere with mineral absorption in large amounts and it’s just not worth the bother. It’s the root that I’m interested in.

Yellow dock plant
Yellow dock root

Docks and sorrels are classified as Rumex and are part of the buckwheat, Polygonaceae family, commonly referred to as the knotweed family. They are native to Europe, but have naturalised in most temperate parts of the world. There are several kinds of dock plant, but the one of greatest therapeutic benefit is yellow dock, also known as curly dock. It goes by the botanical name of Rumex crispus due to the wavy edges of its long pointed leaves. It is easily confused with Rumex obtusifolius, aka broad leaved dock or butter dock. The plants have different habitat preferences; yellow dock likes verges, borders and edges and broad leaved dock likes to be the middle of things and its leaves are distinctively tougher and more bitter. I don’t know how the two plants compare biochemically, but these differences tell me that one cannot be substituted for the other.

R. Obtusifolius on the left R. Crispus on the right

Traditionally, yellow dock root is harvested in late summer/autumn after the seeds turn red. This allows for the plant to achieve maturity and for the seeds to propagate. It is generally considered to be a perennial plant, in that it will usually live for more than two years, if conditions allow. Obviously, when you dig up a plant for its roots, that’s it for that plant, so letting it seed first ensures that there will be future plants. I don’t think there is likely to be any shortage of yellow dock anytime soon, although the population density does vary from year to year. This year is a big yellow dock year – they are everywhere. I harvested in the autumn first, but I’ve just dug up some more in late spring, by the waning moon so that its energy has gone into the roots.

When it comes to deep learning relationships with plant teachers, I prefer getting to know them where they grow and then working with tinctures and sun oils. I use infusions and salves for tonics, refreshment and minor ailments, rather than learning. Time of harvesting does make a difference to the effectiveness of the medicine, particularly with regard to the season, the time of day and the relationship between the planets and the moon. I don’t reduce the plant material to ash for reincorporation in tinctures, because I don’t have the equipment and I see this process as depicting what goes on in the cauldron of your own hermetic vessel. The conjunction of spagyrics, plant alchemy, is the recombination of the essence or spirit of the plant, with your DNA, which transpires in your belly.

Yellow Dock, Anthraquinones, Hydrogen Peroxide and Detoxification

Before using it, I had the general view that Yellow dock root was for the liver, gall bladder and digestive system. It’s such a strong plant that I’d naturally thought that its medicine is best kept for severe issues, but it is actually very mild and safe. Some sites say that it shouldn’t be used by pregnant or breastfeeding women, because of its anthraquinones, but senna has a higher anthraquinone content and is considered safe for occasional use during pregnancy. Much is made of yellow dock’s mild laxative effect, but you’d probably have to take a lot more than I did for that to be even noticeable.

We started with a half-dropper twice a day, once in the morning and once in the afternoon when the bladder and kidney meridians become active (3-7pm). It has a bitter taste, typical of plants that support the gall bladder and liver, that was more unpleasant to us human guinea pigs than it was to Freya. After her first dose, she relaxed into a trance-like state. She is very sensitive and this is her usual response to something that works for her, as her brain and body process the new information. Over the next few days her ravenous appetite diminished slightly, along with her aggression. Her natural demeanor is sweet and playful, but the bouts of candidiasis, UTIs and digestive issues make her irritable at times. Then I noticed something odd.

After taking the yellow dock root tincture for a couple of weeks, sitting down one evening I caught an unmistakable whiff of hydrogen peroxide. I could not work out where it was coming from, I couldn’t even tell whether it was internal or external to my own body! It turns out that yellow dock contains anthraquinones, which are used in the industrial production of hydrogen peroxide and it’s quite likely that they are also involved in making hydrogen peroxide in the body. Why would the body make its own hydrogen peroxide?

For many years, hydrogen peroxide was considered to by cytotoxic, but it turns out to be “[A] ubiquitous molecule. We exhale it, excrete it and take it in from diet.” Hydrogen Peroxide: Ubiquitous in Cell Culture and In vivo?

From Hydrogen Peroxide and Scientific Dogma:

“[P]eroxides are ubiquitous in living systems (again see the Halliwell paper). In higher life forms H2O2 is produced in vivo by monoamine oxidase, xanthine oxidases, various dismutases, and other enzymes, under homeostatic control. There’s substantial evidence that hydrogen peroxide is a widely used signaling molecule (see references 21 to 26 in the Halliwell paper) and recent work has shown a role for hydrogen peroxide in reparative neovascularization. Recruitment of immune cells to wounds likewise appears to require hydrogen peroxide.

Far from being toxic, hydrogen peroxide is an important biomolecule, essential to ordinary metabolic processes. There is zero evidence that hydrogen peroxide does anything harmful in living tissues, at the concentrations normally found in vivo.”

The writer goes on to give his theory as to why scientific dogma sustains, regardless of the evidence:

“Why do myths like this take hold in science? Why do otherwise intelligent scientists cling to them and perpetuate them, regurgitating them in textbooks and handing them down to new generations of students?

I think the answer is, because it makes a good story, and as human beings we value a good story more than we value checking out the story to see if it’s true (providing it’s a suitably satisfying story).

Before there was science, stories were all the human race had as a way of trying to understand the universe. If someone told a good enough story, and the story provided a satisfying-enough explanation of something, the story endured. Some of humankind’s most cherished stories have survived for thousands of years. They survive, in many cases, even if they’re not verifiably true.

With science, the theory is the unit of storytelling. If a theory seems to fit the facts, it’s accepted. If, on closer inspection, a story is found not to fit the facts, it will still be accepted by many people, if it’s a satisfying enough story.”

But I’m still left ‘story-less’ regarding the function of hydrogen peroxide in the body. Some researchers conclude that it might be involved in the regulation of renal function and as an antibacterial agent in the urine. Others theorize that when the immune system is activated in response to bacteria, large amounts of hydrogen peroxide are produced by certain cells to fight the infection and that there is another molecule, peroxiredoxin, that converts hydrogen peroxide back to water if the levels get to high. In plants, hydrogen peroxide is thought to play a key role in stress perception, signaling, and acclimatization to metal toxicity.

Myopic scientists hang onto Darwin’s little tale like drowning sailors in a sea of alphabet soup. Compared to their turgid descriptions of interactions between bit-part players with long names, Darwin’s story is a masterpiece. At least his characters were alive. Internet research on any science related topic will take you into an endless maze of dead-ends and side-tracks, paved with fools gold. The facts presented are true enough within their limited context, but they are only a facsimile of real life. You can put them together in any way you want and find support for any theory you can conceive, but that won’t make your story true. Interactions and relationships that have been observed so meticulously in a laboratory, by scientists pretending to have no effect on the outcome of their experiments and totally ignorant of any effect their experiments might have on themselves, do not describe what happens in a living creature, with its unique ecology, experience and even desires. So why bother with internet research? I think of it as looking for the golden thread in the labyrinth. I scan the material quickly, with open-minded scepticism, looking for what tweaks my attention.

Hydrogen peroxide, the signaling molecule, had waved right up my nose. But what was the message? The very next day a friend from England arrived for a visit. She took the train from the airport to our local station and it was a bit late. She explained that they’d got held up in Ourense, where she looked at an interesting mural, until a man came out of the station, put on a red hat, blew his whistle and waved a little red flag to signal the all clear for the train to move forward. She found that action immensely charming. I saw it as the message for Freight-Train-Freya, that we were on track yellow dock and had the all clear to continue working with it on what was fundamentally a clearing the way process.

Amongst herbalists, yellow dock is universally highly regarded and there are many sites that describe the kind of conditions it helps with. One of my favourite hard copy references is: The Energetics of Western Herbs, by Peter Holms. Here is an extract from his Notes on yellow dock:

“Yellow dock is one of the many members of the knotweed family found worldwide. Like them, the root of the various species of the yellow or narrow-leaf dock is used as an important resolvent detoxificant remedy. Because Yellow Dock chooses a variety of pathways for accomplishing the job of detoxification, it ensures good results across a brad spectrum of toxicosis conditions. Toxin elimination is comprehensively favoured through the liver, the kidneys and bladder, and the colon.

Primarily, however, Yellow dock root is a bitter digestive stimulant (and cholagogue) that operates by reducing Qi stagnation of the liver, gall bladder and intestines. Because of its dry, cold nature, the root is best used in individuals presenting liver congestion that tend to generate damp heat, typically seen with symptoms such as bilious headache, jaundice, fatty indigestion, chronic constipation and a tendency to food allergies. Its moderate yet certain laxative action is signalled by the anthraquinone glycosides. For the same reason the remedy relieves the symptoms of toxic heat, intestines damp heat and gastric ulcer, where Yellow dock’s anti-inflammatory and astringent actions engage.

Yellow dock at the same time is a kidney stimulant that reduces acidosis and bladder deposits, and promotes urination – where the anthraquinones are active. Its detoxicant and depurant diuretic action here reinforces the detoxicant digestive effect. The net result: an effective remedy for congestive disorders of the skin and lymph. Yellow dock releases wind damp and heat in the skin and therefore addresses a wide range of eczemas presenting itching, redness and vesicular suppuration. Swollen lymph glands likewise benefit from the remedy’s ultimate lymphatic decongestant action.

In the West Yellow dock has a particular reputation for treating anemia. It is also a fact that the root is high in minerals, including iron. However, we must guard against making the statement that Yellow dock literally “nourishes the blood” in the traditional sense of tonifying metabolic functions. Nothing could be further from the truth. The fact is that Yellow dock is clearly a draining, detoxicant remedy for prime use in congestive, hot and damp heat conditions – the exact opposite of what’s required when treating blood deficiency, which is essentially a weak condition.”

Online, I find Richard Whelan’s site to be especially useful.

He has this to say on the mineral content of Yellow dock:

“Yellow dock is a mineral-rich herb; it soaks up trace minerals from the soil and transposes them into an organic form that can easily be absorbed and herbalists of old used to sprinkle iron filings on the soil on which they grew Yellow Dock to treat anaemia and blood deficiency (my comment – the amounts of iron or other minerals in Yellow Dock are likely to be very modest in the doses we typically use, however its broader tonic effects on the liver and gut in turn enable a better absorption of nutrients from the diet and it may be this that has seen it be able to help in cases of anaemia and depletion)”

From an alchemical perspective, there is a golden thread to follow where ever inorganic minerals, especially metals, are involved in biological processes. For a number of years, I’ve been contemplating the notion that microbes and minerals are key to the detoxification/purification actions needed to render the internal terrain hostile to parasites of all types and dimensions. It’s one of the reasons why we wild juice every day. A compromised and stressed immune system, that is constantly trying to attack heavy metals, pathogens and foreign biological material in the bloodstream, which it was never designed to deal with, needs help. My insight on the action of iron in Yellow dock is that it’s not a nutrient, but it works with hydrogen peroxide as a kind of Fenton reaction in the body to clean out wastes. The Fenton reaction is used to clean industrial waste water, but is said to be damaging in living systems. That is just another story based on misunderstanding of the role of hydrogen peroxide and has never been observed in a living creature.

Badger Medicine – the Keeper of Stories

To wrap up this post, I turned to another of my favourite reference books: The Earthwise Herbal, by Matthew Wood and this is what I found:

“The leaf of yellow dock is sour, like the leaves of its cousins sheep sorrel and garden sorrel. It is also somewhat astringent. In the root of the dock these tastes and properties are modified by the addition of bitters. Thus the plant is cooling (sour), binding or drying (astringent), cleansing, laxative and alterative (bitter). In terms of the doctrine of signatures, yellow dock is a yellow, man shaped root that helps downward movement in the digestive tract. This is a picture of a “badger medicine” in American Indian practice. My friend Kim Dudley, herbalist in Canberra, Australia, recognized the experience and commented from his experience, “Yellow dock is for excess badger energy.” That would be too much fire in the stomach and digestive tract, too much appetite and too much emotional energy.”

I could see Badger characteristics of aggression, persistence, quick to anger, a liking for solitude and willingness to fight for what you want in Freya, and also in myself. Badger is also said to be the keeper of the medicine roots and in some Native American myths is keeper of the stories.

In order to heal and regenerate, you need a story that is conducive to those aims. The mainstream narrative, regarding the inevitability of disease and degeneration that your body cannot repair, is a slow-acting poison on your unconscious mind, causing you to mistake signs of healing for symptoms of disease, so that you become an unwitting accomplice to your own demise. Yellow dock badger medicine goes right to the root of disease, freeing your mind from the false stories that inhibit your innate healing abilities as it detoxifies your body.

Freya has begun a new chapter in her story; for a long time she was ‘our problem child’ but now she is my teacher and some of her problems are beginning to ease (she has stopped digging in the garden too). I’ve also started a new chapter. I stopped doing therapy/healing work nearly five years ago, as there were other things I wanted to learn. Recently, I’ve been yearning to feel part of the community here, but it seemed like an impossible challenge as we don’t have cows or kids and barely speak the language. (The local dialects even vary from town to town.) Last week, I told Dean that I was thinking about returning to healing work, not working in a therapy rooms in town, but in a more organic way, somehow. The very next day I had three ‘clients’ here, one of whom is going to help me improve my Spanish, in return for me teaching her about the local healing plants.

Badger medicine digs deep and works fast!

Freya, the teacher, with Grand Master Shen

Addendum

At the beginning of the next shift, Zuby inexplicably made a bid for freedom and flew over the fence of the chicken pen. Izzy caught him immediately. Luckily, we got him back in and he lost only his tail feathers – and a nasty gash on his back. Not even, wounded pride. He actually seems quite proud of himself!

I was wondering how long to keep giving Freya the yellow dock root tincture and I took this as a sign to stop – Zuby, signalling a new ‘tale’ is on the way. Sure enough, a few weeks later and Freya appears, almost completely healed. See Healing the Waters for more info.

Easy Five Star Chicken Coop

Greetings!

My name is Zubynelgenubi, Zubi to my friends. I’m a gallo piñeira and I’m the king of the five star chicken coop, that was made by my valet Mister D, following my instructions.

Zubynelgenubi

Mister D had a hard time finding a good design, one that would be relatively easy for him to make and that would meet the needs of me and the starlets. Mister D said that many of the designs on the internet either looked very pretty, like Dutch barns and New England houses, or like prisons. After much consultation, this is what we put together.

Chicken coop and run

The structure is made of waterproof board and the sheets were cut in half at the woodyard. That meant they could be fitted into the back of the truck easily. Mister D cut out the openings for the door at the front, the window, the side for the laying boxes and the larger door at the back. Mister D wanted to make the back door large enough so that he could clean out the coop easily. He then fixed the window flap and the door and attached the boards to the softwood battens, so that it could be fitted together in the pen.

We have a lovely large pen, with an open area and some woodland, with a secure fence around it. The fence is to keep the dogs and other predators out. There are foxes, wolves, weasels, stoats and wild boar around here. We also have a secure run with a roof on it attached to the coop. Mister D bolts the door on the run at night to keep us extra secure, but this way we can all come out and scratch around in the morning if he doesn’t get up on time to let us out. (You know, I do my best but sometimes I’m crowing for a good hour before we get let out. I wonder whether Mister D might be a bit deaf.)

We have flags and windmills around the pen – Matron calls it homestead hen party – but it is really to stop the young ones flying over the fence. It works most of the time, they see the flags flapping and the windmills whirring and it breaks their attention. We have had a couple of near misses, so I’m extra vigilant now. (This is before Mister D upgraded the coop.)

Homestead hen party

A key issue for us chickens is perches. We feel safe at night when we can perch above ground, as we still have the ancestral memories of roosting in trees to keep away from predators. Most chicken coops don’t have enough height, because we need to be able to jump up to the highest perch without banging our heads on the roof.

Our perches are made of natural wood fence posts – they are rounded and feel just like smooth logs. There’s two of them, which avoids aguements and gives me some peace in the house. They’re lovely and comfy to roost on. The nesting box is off to the side and gives the ladies some privacy when they go to pay the rent – two eggs a day.

Perches and nesting box in the chicken coop

These are two of my girls, Bridget and Blondie, out by the feeder. The feeding area is covered, to protect it from the rain. Mister D tried putting the feeder in the run once, but it attracted too many sparrows, who then couldn’t work out how to get out. We don’t mind sharing our food with sparrows and blackbirds, but we don’t want them in the house at night!

Bridget and Blondie at the feeder

We also have a cabbage swing, which is a lot of fun! That’s Blondie, Diana and Ginger you can see behind me – I am in charge of security as well and I’m not sure about that machine being pointed this way.

Zuby and the Starlets

We also have a beach hut. It was our first home and quite sweet, but not really big enough and it fell apart after the first year. It serves as another nesting option too, just in case some one needs extra privacy! The beach is where we have our dust baths, which is absolutely essential for our health and hygiene. Luckily, Mister D and Matron have a wood burning stove in the winter and they cook outside in the summer. Mister D then sieves the coal out and gives us lots of lovely wood ash. The tarp keeps it dry in the rain – come rain or shine we need our daily dust bath.

Zuby by the beach hut

I know lots of people don’t like to name their working animals, but it really makes life more enjoyable for us all. We are well aware of our place in the pecking order, so to speak, but a little bit of common courtesy goes a long way and it makes it much easier for us to communicate with you.