Moths in the rain

Brought a tear to my eye. But remember, what they are doing with all their fakery and fraud and threats and absurdities is…. painting a picture. It’s not real. Humanity is real and will prevail. Nature is real and will prevail. Don’t lose hope, Sylvia.

It’s claimed ‘Paris maybe unable to handle the crush of visitors
to The Games’ – so maybe a few (alleged) “bomb scares” might
be used to discourage many from visiting ?
And about the sometimes fecal polluted Seine in which athletes
may have to swim, is ‘Bird Flu’ lurking amongst the poo, ready
to strike ?

“Achtung Achtung: Alarm!” The Ivans/Russkies/Bol-
sheviks come! Electro new-wave project by Conrad
Schnitzler and his son together with Peter Baumann.

https://www.discogs.com/master/91165-Berlin-Express-The-Russians-Are-Coming

Thanks, Sylvia, for your meditations from the wilderness, last week as well. I’ve lived in more natural settings at different points in my life, and your words bring back the feelings and values of living in relation with other living beings, lost to most of us in ‘advanced’ industrial society.  

I especially remember living in a cabin community right at the edge of wilderness in the Colorado Rockies, where wildlife was just outside the door. In fact, my first evening there brought this home, so to speak, when I returned from a hike to find porcupines in the proverbial act of having sex – very carefully! – in front of the door on the deck, and I was happy to hike a little longer to let them finish. Later, I Iearned I had moved into their home, as they had been in the habit of hibernating during winter in the space underneath the cabin. Not so happily, however, I often got caught between family feuds of porcupines and skunks crashing the party, and there were many times I had to spend days and nights in cabins of friends who more than graciously endured my stench while my cabin aired out.

Racoons figured prominently in our little ecovillage, their hunger the mother of necessity leading to all manner of inventive means of satisfaction. A friend who became dissatisfied with their raids upon his trash can hoisted it up onto his cabin’s wall outside, only to be awakened that night by the incessant sound of it swinging across the wall between two racoons who had teamed up to bring it back down by pushing it back and forth. They were also fearless creatures, confident perhaps from their sharp claws that permitted them to climb walls (and cause others to climb the walls), as they often raided dumpsters in the nearby town, from which they feasted to assume more fearsome sizes.

I once saw at safe distance a black bear outside his/her cave while hiking. But nothing could prepare me for the time I happened upon a mountain lion, who fortunately was already after smaller prey. As I stood in shock at his/her movement like a lightning streak across the open field where we were, I realized I remain a creature at the mercy of another who could be upon me before I even realized it. Like Rilke said, beauty is the beginning of terror we barely endure, and we are awed by it serenely disdaining to destroy us.

There’s a personal presence to being among ‘all our relations’, to recall the Lakota Sioux, which is buried by modern urban ‘civilization’ and alienation among machines. It’s often seemed to me death stalks us all the more from the fear and denial of life that characterizes our isolation in commodified culture as cogs of production and consumption, increasingly uprooted from communal relations of care and herded into cages of institutional control like domesticated livestock to the extreme point where the last remnants of our humanity are now to be biodigitally engineered away, altogether extinguishing kindness, empathy, compassion, heart. Perhaps as you say there is still hope we can get back to where we come from, and rediscover “in wildness is the preservation of the world” (Thoreau). 

“Listen now to what the land is telling us, all of us, remnant orphans of pillaged and scattered tribes. It is telling us that the time has come, that the empire’s days are running out, that it is time to begin a dance, a variegated brilliant Ghost Dance for the end of the millennium, that will bring together all the broken villages, the runaway slaves, the rebels who have regained their humanity by deserting the machine, all those who are seeing the signs and beginning to understand that is was always a lie, and that one way or another it will come to its end.”
-David Watson

This just came through my feed. Oh how I laughed:

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“TELL META: Don’t Kill Your Crucial Transparency Tool, CrowdTangle!
Meta has announced it will be abandoning CrowdTangle, its industry leading transparency tool, this August – in the middle of the biggest election year on record.

CrowdTangle is used by thousands of researchers, journalists and advocates to monitor political disinformation and hate speech on Facebook and Instagram.

The decision to kill this crucial tool without an equivalent replacement couldn’t come at a worse time: Elections affecting approximately half of the world’s population are taking place this year. Meta’s irresponsible decision poses a direct threat to our ability to safeguard the integrity of these elections – but we can still stop it.

Sign the petition now to call on Meta to maintain CrowdTangle during this critical period of elections worldwide to protect election integrity in 2024 and beyond!”

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“Your crucial transparency tool”!

Don’t abandon us! Tell us what we can trust!

Tell us how “to monitor political disinformation and hate speech”!

We need to “safeguard the integrity of these elections”!!!!!

“protect election integrity in 2024 and beyond!”

Communication is ultimately a comparison of mutual men-
tal maps: How far have you already traveled in your head?

The human mind is a phenomenon. This is where the real wars of modern times take place. The white race is a spiritualized race. This means that its questions never stop, but are always conquering new territory in order to eradicate the blind spots of ignorance.

The mind is therefore both a map and a conquered territory. People behave in exactly the same way. A questioning of their previous truth causes them to defend with claws and teeth their “territory”, which they have fathomed out so far and considered safe.

So you could certainly talk about a kind of proxy war, it’s about intellectual (and therefore ideological) air sovereignty. A dog also doesn’t like it when his beloved and familiar dog house is taken away from him. The dog can therefore understand when its master senses an intruder.

Fantastic article then you finished with a MacDonald’s music of a contrived manufactured popstar.

Bob Dylan Moshe Ben Tov

One day driving back up the hill from the local market town, I saw a racoon sat on the left side. It’s heavily wooded, fairly steep, and with nowhere to pull over. It’s also in the UK.
Racoons? Yes I have seen them in various parts of the U.S. And probably Canada too.
I suppose it might have been an escaped pet. It’s just one of those things, I guess.

Thanks Sylvia.
Here’s a variation on ‘Eat za bugs’
(Moths, that is);