A Celestial Change A Comin.

 

The birds are flying high over the yard.  Floating on the uplift coming from the center.  Song birds swooping at the heights of Ravens and Vultures singing their songs down on the world below.  

Occasionally flying down to feed on raspberry seeds, and suck the nectar out of flowers that are abundant in the yard.  We have a plethora of birds that make the yard their home.  Sitting and watching the antics is similar to watching an old fashioned soap opera on television. 

I spied a squirrel crawl up on top of a rock in the neighbors yard, yawn a big yawn, stretch out the full length of his furry little body and plop belly flat on the rock putting his head in between his little forearms.  He remained motionless for about 5 minutes, a long time for a squirrel, then popped straight up landing on all fours and scampered up a nearby tree.  Naps in short spurts, the life of the Tree Rat.  

The back of the yard is still wet enough that mowing that part of the lawn isn't happening until the water dries up.  I must do that soon, I feel the threat of cockatoos and monkeys sitting on the horizon.  This has been the wettest and universally the most miserable summer in the past 20 years world wide.  If it's not an over abundance of rain and flooding, the temperatures are quickly soaring to heights where humans can't survive.  So our choices are drowning, or roasting.  I'm expecting to see a giant chef in the clouds soon.  Gordon Ramsey is a celestial spy, I just know it. 

Today, however has started out very nice.  Birds are happy, bugs are happy, fellows with larger than average feet are happy, and the energies are rising high over head.  There is a change on the horizon...

Peace and Balance,

John

The Three, Gossip, And A Fly Bye.

 

The Three met last night to discuss important things that needed discussing.  Things like the weather, flooding, other people, rumors, gossip, the state of affairs, and why Trump should be incarcerated.  You know important things.  Not to spread further gossip, but to add a sprinkle of healing into the mix so folks can get beyond the rumor mill and look forward.

When the Three get together strange things happen.  Suddenly birds in the area begin to talk back and forth.  They answer questions, and sometimes seem either amused or slightly irritated.  Birds are like that.  They can be fickle creatures.  

The neighborhood dogs would begin barking in unison, and squirrels bounding from tree to tree antagonized the dogs as they chuckled at the Three.  In jest I often refer to squirrels as angry creatures, but the opposite is actually true.  Squirrels are mischievous little buggers with a serious sense of humor.   Two times, at least, in history have squirrels influenced the development of mankind with a practical joke.  The first was the acorn tossed at Gautama as he sat under the Bodhi tree just before attaining his ultimate enlightenment. Being beaned in the head by a well tossed acorn can do wonders.  The second was when Sir Isaac sat under a tree and was bopped on top of the head by a well aimed apple.  No one ever speaks of the squirrel atop the tree, little bugger.  An applied lesson in Gravity. 

Clouds took positions and layers in the sky that can not be replicated by any artistic practice of man.  If tried onlookers will not believe that the painting was a real event.  

Stories shared by the Three, embellishment an art, promoted the spiritual growth of listeners and receivers of mystical things.  Just as the night's end began to take shape and gazing at the evening sky was the thing to do, an object was seen flying high over head reflecting white in the last sun.  The object moving slow and silent, but left no trace nor could it be heard.  So bright was the sky rider that no real shape could be discerned.  It flew into the Northeast to take an abrupt right angle turn to the North and disappeared in the cloud. 

No guiding lights, no running lights, no markers what so ever, just the bright light, then gone.   A sleepless night, a busy night, leaving wonder in it's wake.  

Peace and Balance,

John