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Doom Sonnets #35 & 36 August 31, 2009

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Two more for my singular genre for the singularity.

#35

 

Well, Christmas is coming! Huzzah, Huzzahs!
Are you going to get to shopping soon?
Patriotic duty calls to bazaars
for to purchase useless totems! O Swoon!
Yes, Retailers all! Pull out the couches
dusting up from under usage.  Tremens
Deliria shoppa-genic should banish grouches
of all stripes, and once again lines of women’s
apparel direct from Shanghai, children’s
playthings bespritzed with melamine yummies,
golf clubs and lawncare bullcrap for de men’s
capped with Hostess Twinkies for the tummies,
should appease some grinning Christian Molochs
hiding midst piety-spilling bollocks

 

 

#36

 

Hm. The Dow’s up again, you say? Fancy.
What good it will do at necronomy’s
end is hard to say.  Fiat currency
nears its winding-up.  Will lobotomies
become the rage again?  To medicate
these hardest feelings, as life as we’ve known
it—Tox results of fragile syndicate—
vanishes in plumes of black smoke, blown
hither and yon since Hermit-Justice day.
(o that hidden 23! Salvation
rising phoenix out this orb of clay some day?)
We deny plutocrats’ termination
Pathetic, we, clutching Brooks-Brothers hems
of pant legs, those who’ve yoked us through bank scams.

Uneasiness Today… August 28, 2009

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Last night, I had 2 dreams that on the surface seemed innocuous enough.  In the first, I was at some sort of theater event, and I was dressed rather “suave 70s”–white turtleneck, corduroy suit, shades, feathered hair.  I also had a beard and was a mite taller than I am. I was talking with a mother and a daughter.  The girl was about 10 or 11, and was quite precocious.  She had written the introduction to a book and was reading it aloud to us.  I complimented her on it, and she said she thought it needed editing.  I actually agreed with her, but I said it was good nonetheless and she should be proud.  Her mother was all smiles, but she was also anxious about something.

For some reason when I awoke to go to the bathroom, I thought about the pyramids in Egypt, and mused that they were probably a portal of some sort to a spaceship that waited below the site.  Odd that such a thing should arise in my headspace.  But there you have it.

After that, I had a difficult time getting to sleep.  My thoughts drifted to this thing then another, stupid work crap, stupid non-profit organization crap, etc.  I finally got up and went into my parlor and grabbed my morning page notebook and started writing.  Not till after I drew my card, rune & ogham for the day.

The card interestingly was the 10 of swords, which I take to be the end of delusion, the ripping away of the veil.  In short, apocalypse in the classic “epiphany” sense of the term.  My unease increased.  (The ogham was willow, and the rune was Ingwaz, fyi.)

I performed a tarot reading about this unease later, and asked if it was somehow real, or was this just a caffeine related thing.  Interestingly, the first card out was the Tower, covered again by the 10 of swords and crossed by the Hanged Man.  The blocked card was sadly, The Sun, and the final result was the 8 of swords, which suggests apathy and being a drama queen.  The advice of the cards, bafflingly was the 9 of swords, which in the Rider-Waite deck features a woman sitting up in bed weeping or holding her head as if after a scary/sad nightmare.  At least that’s what I usually think of.  It could be that “I’m just scaring myself.”  But there’s also a hint of accepting whatever comes and just being with it.  Later, I opened up a Spanish-English dictionary randomly and pointed at a word, and the word was “case.”

The other dream was about trying to get to work.  First off, I started out in the identiity of one of my co-workers in the dream, and one who seems to be quite stressed.  And I was already late–it was 8:30 a.m. and I was just leaving for the bus.  I seemed to be in the suburb I grew up in at first, then I was on a road that seemed somewhat Albany-familiar, and I saw the bus coming not too far away.  It was a stretch of road I was unfamiliar with however, and I ran to find the stop, and noticed that traffic was halted.  I almost got slimed by a garbage truck, and scooted out into the traffic-heavy street that had basically become a parking lot, and saw that ahead was an exceptionally long semi that was unloading who knows what, and it looked rather stationary for the time being.  I felt that it was going to be there a while, and that catching the bus was a moot point now.

The dream shifted and I was back to being me, and I entered a G/L coffee bar with a lot of books for sale.  There were no men in the place, it was all lesbians, and they had attitude to boot.  I just wanted coffee anyway.

The scene shifted once more and I was in someone’s house, and I was in shorts, but there was snow on the ground.  (How Colorado!)  People from work were there, and they were all at loose ends about the fact that hardly anyone was there.  No one was dressed for work either.  It was all quite cazh.  (How does one spell that word, the diminutive of “casual”?)

Even so, since I was an assistant some people decided to give me things to do.  Yippee.  I woke up wondering about the sanity of one of these people, an attorney named “Mary” who wanted me to photocopy index cards on a non-existent copy machine.  The space for it was quite empty, and I narrowed my eyes at her in frustration.

I’ve been having a bunch of work-related dreams of late.  The other night, one of my bosses gave me work to do.  “I told her yesterday and she said “I’m sorry,” to which I said “How dare you?” ironically.  Quite hilarious.)  Themes often pop up in my dreams.  One recurring theme is the subway, which I think is about needing to see beneath the surface of things, and seeing where these avenuses take me.  Haven’t had one of those in awhile.

On the bus this morning, there weren’t many people on it, but I found it interesting that one person was reading a book called “Why Sh*t Happens: The Science of a Very Bad Day” and I saw another person was reading a book by Eric IDLE. 

Nothing has happened. Thus far.  At least.  I would like to breathe a sigh of relief.  I told Jody about it earlier, and he asked me if I thought he would be all right heading to Williamstown for further research into his cousin.  I said I didn’t feel like I could really say, but that I would feel better if he didn’t go, but that he should at least do his own divination beforehand.  He did so, said it looked all right. 

Wlell.  I don’t plan to blog over the weekend.  Things change however, and I might.  I do have an appt. with a psychic and I’m looking forward to it.  I’ve been wanting a reading with her for awhile, and have felt envious when Jody has received readings from her.

I might blog later, yet again though.  About the fifth chakra in the Jarow book, and visioning through my boredom and frustration.  Ah, yes.  Fecundity in everyday experience.  There if I want it!!!

New Blog Cerridwen’s Mountain August 28, 2009

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I’ve decided to honor my new passionate commitment to telling new stories based on our current predicament by creating a blog for it.  As I said in a previous post, I have been long aware that mining dramatic ideas is a process wherein I have basically selected plots of land on the Mountain of Playwriting which is stewarded by the goddess Cerridwen.  Hence the name “Cerridwen’s Mountain.”  I’ve started posting a couple of little monologues over there, and will probably also add a couple of things that are also on this site. 

And I think I will probably have another post up later today, fyi.  Tschuess!

Passion, Third Chakra and North Node-Cancer, Third House August 27, 2009

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In seeking out what kindles that fire in the belly, I’m struck by an astrological synch-up with my birth chart.  Astrologers have started to structure their readings around the placement of the nodes in a person’s chart.  The rule of thumb is that the north node is about where a person is to grow in this lifetime, and the south is that which the native does so well, it’s rather a stagnation to continue along those lines.

The ninth house is where my south node is, in Capricorn.  I’ve been a dean at university  or the Abbot of an abbey or held ome such role in past lives, so much so that it’s time I avoid such things.  Even to be a university professor or to go on my own personal pilgrimage to the mountain top would be contraindicated.

The Third House however, is the place of elementary/high shocol education, and also the local neighborhood.  (The Ninth, in contrast, is also about globalized systems.)  The third house is about being here now, really.  In the midst of the gossip, the laundry, the hubbub of kids playing in the back yard.  It’s about siblings and short trips and writing and word-of-mouth communication. 

I also have my Moon in Cancer in the third.  So for me, it takes on an added emotional punch.  As I get older and really feel what juices me up, a longing for a deeper communication with my landbase,, and particularly with the trees really juices me.  Today, I hugged my willow tree teacher Eleusis over at the park by the Hudson.  Gosh it felt good!

My communication style needs to be Cancerian–nurturing, sensitive, accepting, maternal even.  And as I delve into the third chakra, that belly fire, I discover all manner of third house/north node connections.  For instance, I want to teach playwriting for this region during this Triple Crisis, as Carolyn Baker refers to it.  Or more generically, as the Great Predicament (h/t to J.M. Greer).  So, I’m sitting down and starting to put together a trifold flyer to hand out, and maybe I’ll even (shudder) create a logo!  (Yich, shoot me someone, if I want to get it trademarked.)

I also discovered today that there’s to be a Transition Initiative training up at Spirit Hollow next month–just 40 minutes away in Bennington, VT.  (Yea, Vermont!  Go Secession!)  Andrew Harvey will be speaking there at the end of September too.  Gosh, I’d love to meet some other folks there, from down this aways.  Vermont is fabulicious, and part of me would like to move there.  But I’m here buying a 3 unit home in Troy, and I’m feeling very pleased with where things are.  If I could be two or three places at once (Heck, why not four, with Albany and Schenectady in the mix!), I would love to have a multifarious existence in the Mad River Vlaley.  But right now it’s not meant to be.

The upper Hudson is what gets my attention and my love today.  It’s a beautiful relationship.

My Meditation “Style” August 26, 2009

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Today, in my spiritual practice, I noticed something interesting to me.  Basically, we are training ourselves to be able to focus for at least 15 minutes at a time.  I won’t go into specifics because … I’m a man of mystery.  But I have been sitting at the 7 minute mark for awhile, and I decided to just bump it up and go to 10. 

The interesting thing for me personaly is that with it being a bit more time, I suddenly felt spaciousness open up inside me.  And it truly felt golden.  I still have an issue with drifting, but the space inside me that opened up made it feel more of a liberation and a pulsation of joy coursed through my body.

Perhaps it has something to do with the 3rd chakra work I’ve been up to of late.  Some elements relating to my personal power are coming forth.  I feel jazzed, at least for today.

Passion for vEmpire’s collapse August 25, 2009

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Continuing on with the Jarow “anti-career” exploration theme, I have been meditating on what gets me stoked, and the first thing that comes to mind is my focus on the collapse surrounding us all.  And while it’s easy to get lost in all the miasma of hate, rigidity, asshattery and brutality out there, not to mention the frittering away of time, energy, remaining oil and “human capital” (ugh! Hate that idea, so let’s move away from self-commodification!), my focus has been on trying to craft new stories for a post-vEmpire, cultural imaginal cellular based future. 

Anyway, I have been trying to write plays and the like, and that doesn’t seem to be working for me.  Not exactly sure why, though I suspect it has to do with it not really being time yet, combined with a growing awareness that my going off and writing something by myself may not be the best way to go about this.  Perhaps I need to build a story to be staged dramatically with a community?  Or perhaps I need to form some sort of collapse writing group where we can get together and share awarenesses through our own fictive/dramatic/poetic explorations of self expression and bring it forward? I don’t know, but I sense community is a part of it, and also that it has to be local to my Troy neighborhood.

I also sense that teaching is a part of my fire as well.  When I taught a weeklong master class in playwriting at Albany High, I was so stoked, so energized and … dare I say it? HAPPY!??!!  I really NEEEEED this area of expression.  Now, I don’t want to put the teacher out of a job, he’s doing good work.  I would like to find a way to bring all the various budding playwrights in the (presently-called) Capital Region of NY State out there together, but that’s a larger undertaking and perhaps one that will need to emerge anyway.

Still, I know that cultivating playful and wise storytelling in the next generations is part of my MISSION.  All this is just a start, but I can see that some beautiful idea is clearing the way to be envisioned and spring into my vision for an as yet unknown project to be completed in the next 6 months.  I also need to visualize, per my counselor a 5 years-out Frostwolf and work backwards from there.  Things are shifting every which way.

Ache’!

Zones/Objects of Focus August 24, 2009

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I may be getting more of a handle on my discontent of late.  Currently, I’m reading Creating the Work You Love by Rick Jarow.  He brings forth a self-examination and contemplation model using the chakras.  While I sat with Jody in the diner yesterday, I was overcome with tears of recognition whilst reading about the sex chakra (the 2nd).  At some point, I suspect I will just have to get to a place of real anger that impels me to take some different course of action.  I need to get angry, I know it.  I hate it, but I’ve seen that sometimes I have only been able to act from that place.

For many years that was the place from which I wrote.  But it takes a lot out of someone to continue writing from that place.  One burns out.  It’s not a replenishing kind of energy.  There is a lot of debris hanging about, resulting from choices arising from fears rather than trust.  Which means there’s power inside grief, which I’m intimately familiar with.  That sort of power can arise from the potent grieving for a beloved pet or friend or spouse or relative, but it can also come from recognizing those moments where I cut something off in my own life.

The answers are lodged in my body.  That is to be the source of a fulfilling and meaningful life, and that is something I’ve long known to be true.  It was actuaally an aspect of my education at the Padua Hills Playwrights’ Conference I attended 23 years ago!  I’m realizing I need to take a walk through the body, not so much for the stories they might tell–though that will be of use perhaps.  But more in what they are holding onto.  What events/details/mistakes, etc. they play over and over again, trying to get it right.  “Maybe THIS time it will work.”

One of the pieces Jarow observes as relative to the 3rd chakra is to notice where one puts their focus.  I have been putting a lot of energy into my witch practice, to being a priest of some sort, to being attuned to nature more, to gardening, to being a good spouse to my partner. I would like to attend to my writing, but my heart isn’t in it right now.  The poignant stab of pain relating to my envy attacck of 2 weekends ago caught me off guard, and I’m still suffering its after effects.  Because I’m letting go of something on a much deeper level, and I haven’t attended to all of it yet.  The witnessing of the play followed by the book in the b’and’n created a 1-2 punch that I’m slowly attending to.  And crying a lot. 

(As Colin Brown of Body Electric says, “when a man cries, an angel ejaculates.”  So there’s a rain of angel-cum about me.  Yippee!)

I focus too on the ongoing collapse, and I wish I could hurry it along at points, and at other times, I wonder if that’s a good idea.  I’ve lit some power candles for certain structures to dissolve, and I find it amusing that they’re being propped up.  Something will come along and take them down and it will be quick and a shock.  Though not to me.  It’s to be a shock to many who have invested energies in the status quo, even if they are people who are not getting any returns off it save for being succored in their anger at them’ns who’z diferrnt.

The yeast people, or the dining room table folks across the UINOSA.

Of course I focus on the collapse more because I want to focuson what comes after.  I try and dream about what that might look like, at least insofar as trying to manifest a better way through.  Something again that draws on somatic wisdom in connection with this amazing organism called Planet Earth.

 The body has ultimately given me the benefit of many doubts.  Reading this book makes a lot of sense to me, but I have to say I’ve wanted to throw it across the room and into an incinerator some times.  Pain. Ikc.  But it’s where the good tings rise, I know. 

Damn.  Yet again.

Feels so far away August 21, 2009

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I, who would know the work of this God, feel a bit discouraged.  Though it’s an odd sort of discouragement.  I am still able to manifest winning a raffle.  Even if my feelings of being discounted, abandoned, rejected, my horrible envy that sometimes just wells up tsunami would sem to get in the way.  Still, when I bought my tickets, I knew “Oh, yeah.  I’m going to win this thing.”  And sure enough.  I had one of the 2 winning tickets!

This morning in my candle-gazing work, I was cranky and disgruntled, and in spite of that, I was able to see mana pouring off a beeswax candle, and spilling it onto the fabricated candle-holder that didn’t have much of it but was bewilderedly benefitting from the infusion.  And in the general gaze of my parlor and piano-room, I could see the poinitilist composition of the space between me and the furniture and the other objects/animals in the space.  I could also perceive the aura around my couch and easy chair. 

I guess that even though I feel I’m being ignored and neglected by the others in my class and my teacher for the present time, things are happening.  Still, this is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO lonely.  I want to cry these days.

And Jody speaks so much about his sacred work, and I feel a dreadful case of the “what-about-me?’s” which has been plaguing me since the weekend.  Gotta throw myself into service somehow.  Yeah, boy.

Still, I feel crappy right now.  I have a session with my other counselor, the one who’s local.  F’-in’ need it. Because I’m feeling like the work of this God is so damn far away right now.  Who am I really?

Essays of the Five Elements August 20, 2009

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In the category of things I’ve learned along the way:

Physical Properties of Oxygen

Oxygen most naturally exists as a paired atom, or having diatomic structure.  The chemical notation “O2” has come to be known as that of pure oxygen.  In its monatomic state, oxygen can combine instantly with every other element with the exception of fluorine and the noble gases (helium, argon, etc.), which already have full electron shells and do not react with any other element.  (Oxides form 43% of the earth’s surface composition; the earth is predominantly air, it would appear.)  Diatomic oxygen is more stable than either monatomic or triatomic (O3) which is also called “ozone.”  (The word “ozone” comes from the Greek word for “I smell.”)  Ozone in the upper atmosphere protects the planet from ultraviolet radiation, but in the lower atmosphere becomes a toxic pollutant.  Like monatomic oxygen (which is sometimes referred to inside parentheses (e.g. (O)), because it exists only for exceedingly short periods of time), ozone is highly unstable.  It tends to degrade into diatomic oxygen which is its most common form.  The hole in the ozone layer has resulted because the chemicals released through our industrial processes have been able to accelerate this decomposition in the upper atmosphere, thus opening up the surface to greater ultraviolet radiation.

As previously noted, oxygen is the most predominant element in the earth’s crust.  Not only does it exist in oxide form, but together with yet other elements, it forms other classes of molecules.  Sodium bicarbonate, for example, is a molecule that combines sodium, carbon and oxygen together.  When oxygen combines with silicon and another element, it becomes a silicate, and likewise for nitrogen (nitrates) and phosphorus (phosphates).  As regards organic matter, the term “decay” technically refers to dead matter combining with oxygen in its process of decomposition.

Oxygen can exist as a liquid or a solid, but for it to exist at either state, extremely cold temperatures are necessary.  Solid oxygen melts at the temperature -218.4 Celsius and boils at -183 Celsius.  Liquid oxygen has been used as a rocket fuel due to its obvious combustibility properties as well as its cold temperature requirements.  It is highly dangerous and sparks and flames can instantly combust into larger fires should a sufficient fuel be present.  Oxygen itself does not burn, it supports combustion.  Its presence is required for a fire to begin, but it does not serve as the fuel.

In both the Occident and the Orient, the ancients considered air to be an element, along with fire, water and earth.  In China, however, the ancients noted that air had two sides which they thought of as the yin and yang of air.  Perhaps the Chinese observed the properties of nitrogen in the air as well as those of oxygen.  Leonardo da Vinci observed that when a fire is burned, there is a portion of the air that is not consumed. 

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The Natural Process of a Forest Fire

In order to create fire, three elements must be in place:  fuel, a source of ignition that provides heat, and sufficient air.  In breaking down the essential elements, it is acknowledged that oxygen is required.  Fire is dependent upon its presence as well as a corresponding absence of drag factors such as water or nonflammable elements. 

Fuel for fire has its own distinct properties that affect what sorts of forest fires might emerge.  A languishing ecosystem with a lot of dry grass has a dangerous surface area to volume ratio in relation to flash fires. Should it stand atop other dry and compacted fuel sources, the volatility increases.  While it would appear that a bigger fuel load would mean a bigger fire, other factors need to be present.  Otherwise high fuel load becomes a fuel sink instead.  Still, should a long-standing lack of moisture, a windy day, a hillside and all sorts of dead and husky matter all be present in a given site, then all that’s needed is one lightning strike or a careless or thoughtless or malicious human to really begin to create an inferno.

Various factors can affect these three elements ( what firefighters call “the fire triangle”) that will either mitigate or augment the vehemence of a fire.  Dryer fuel can ignite quicker than wet branches, for example, just as even a gentle breeze can fan flames higher and over a broad swath of land.  Willow trees nurtured by a nearby water source make a poor possibility for a fire, even if one is struck by lightning.  Wood that tends toward dryness like balsa can be ignited rather quickly, however—though balsa burns in a very quick fashion and is consumed about as fast as it is set on fire.  Sufficiently dry trees that are positioned along a hillside would provide quite a forest fire should the spark occur during a strong wind that would push the fire up through the field of fuel awaiting.  The size of the plants that would be fuel sources also contributes to the nature of a fire, as does the presence of fuel within the decaying matter on the ground.  Within a forest, a microclimate that is cooler and wetter will impede a fire.  Conversely, a dryer area might be the font of its beginning.

In a fire, heat can travel one of three ways:  Convection, the movement of heat through gas or liquid, is the name for the process occurring when one puts their hand above a campfire.  Conduction, heat moving from molecule to molecule, takes place within an object that has been subjected to flame.  When logs or branches catch the heat, they become likely sources for combustion into flame.  Heat generated from a fire on its own as it burns the fuel without the assistance of wind or more fuel or radiation, tends the process by which trees that are proximal to one another.  Trees that are closer together can serially be lit aflame based on simple radiation should one tree become a torch.

These elements can create different sorts of behavior in fire.  A tall tree which forcibly ejects embers into the air might cause another tree to catch fire at any point along its corpus.  Depending upon other trees’ proximity to the tree burning at its crown, and the volume of trees nearby would determine whether this sort of fire would be what is referred to as a passive or independent crown fire.  (An active crown fire occurs in connection with surface fires.)  Low-lying shrubs and grasses aflame would spread at a lower level, and cinder-dry duff could create a ground fire.  Fires burn with a leading edge and can vary with rate of spread, the time it takes to completely transform fuel into ash and cinders, and the size of the blaze itself from leading edge to edge of extinction.  The energy released arises with the intensity of both the energy released in the fire’s entire zone, coupled with the intensity of the leading edge of the fire.

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Why Humans Are 70% Water

Most people with some education have heard the statistic that our bodies are mostly composed of water molecules.  Letting alone for the moment that space inside all molecules makes up the most significant percentage of our bodies, understanding why water is so pertinent to the creation of a body can yield some insight.

First off, water has the highest surface tension of all common liquids.  Surface tension, the ability to cohere into drops, is integral to the coagulating process in the blood, as well as in capillary action common to plants and motile beings.  It also helps with our excretory functions, allowing the vessels of the kidneys and the intestines to guide the wastes out of our bodies.  If water molecules were easily dispersed our bodies would not have a chance to form into the whole being, let alone a whole organ or a whole tissue.

This leads to another relevant and crucial observation, that the bonds holding water together in a liquid form are not easily broken.  It takes quite a bit of energy to get water to boil, as anyone who has tried to watch a kettle rise to the occasion knows.  Boiling water requires us to set the temperature to 212 degrees Fahrenheit on the stove, but it still takes a while before it happens.  Water at boiling point is when it translates into a gaseous form, when it gives up its liquid self to become the ghost of steam in the air.  It takes about seven times the energy to turn water into steam as it does to get the stove to achieve the boiling point temperature.

The properties of water when it heads to the other end of the temperature spectrum, that it expands rather than contracts, also figures into why it is such a great building block for bodies.  As the temperature gets colder, this means that the water in our bodies responds by expanding in concert with the temperature.  The great creator of the universe mixed other elements and properties into the mix of our bodies that take this idea further to help the temperature regulation of our bodies.  There are individuals who can go barefoot in the snow and feel no discomfort.  Truth be told, we can acclimate ourselves to colder temperatures should we choose to slowly dip our skins into the coldness bit by bit.  Rather than putting on that sweater when it hits 60 degrees, if we wait until the temperature reaches 55 degrees, we will find that our bodies can easily adapt to the colder temperature, though our talker minds might have something to say about it!

Water is also the great solvent of all the liquids out there, having more dissolving ability than even sulfuric acid.  This aspect of water is what makes digestion even possible.  If something other than water was to be a basis of a body, it would have to make up for water’s ability to dissolve sugar and salt for example.  Otherwise, some of the basic elements that make up our bodies would sink to some level.  Perhaps some of the diseases that populate the human species today arise from not drinking enough water to counteract the build-up of these deposits.

We need so much water, that we probably also get quite a bit of our daily intake from the air we breathe.  When we exhale carbon dioxide when it’s cold out, we see our breaths as clouds because they are literally breath-clouds.  Like the big cumulus or cirrus clouds in the sky, our breaths are aggregations of condensed-vapor particles.

The daily seemingly everyday miracles of our bodies relies on the processes and properties of water.

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Physical Properties of Soil
(With a Focus on Soil Optimal for Plant Growth)

Soil classification extends along several dimensions.  The first, soil texture, is determined by particle size.  Sand denotes the largest particles, with silt being the intermediate category and clay being the smallest.  Sand then, becomes the most porous and least water-retentive, while clay is the least porous and most water-retentive.  When referring to “loam,” what is being referenced is a mostly equivalent mix of sand, silt and clay.  Loam tends to be darker than other types of soil.  The color and hue of soils can be used as a shorthand to denote soil health.  In general, the darker the soil the more organic matter there is, and the more red or brown a soil is, the more it’s properly aerated.  Also, yellow soil shows poor drainage typically, though it can also be reflective of the sorts of matter that has contributed to its formation.

Organic matter, the leading edge for plant sustenance, comprises only 10% of soil.  This fecund portion, which holds carbon, nitrogen, hydrogen and oxygen, along with other components existent more in trace quantities such as sulfur, holds responsibility for the most activity in soil, along with colloidal matter, which adds to water retention.  The other inorganic 90% of soil is comprised mostly of negatively charged (anionic) oxygen, but also silicon, aluminum, calcium, magnesium, iron, sodium and potassium which are cationic or positively charged.  Soil is by far mostly oxygen in the form of crystals wherein the element bonds with other elements.  It supplies the anions while the other elements contribute the cations for the bonding of these crystals.

Of these cation elements, calcium is the most amenable to exchange in water solution.  Cation exchange helps in plants’ nutrient uptake and are more resistant to leaching, which occurs as soil becomes weathered and pushes elements downward below the level where roots adequately form.  Calcium and aluminum offer the most exchange capacity, though aluminum is oftentimes the more prevalent element in weathered soils.  Aluminum and hydrogen produce acidity while calcium, potassium, magnesium and sodium tend more toward alkalinity. 

While inorganic matter contributes quite a bit to the growth of plants, organic matter contains many more of the nutrients required for plant growth.  Also, most plants need more alkaline soil.  (As an example, according to at least one gardener, blueberries require acidic soil that would not sustain most other plants.)  Soils can be repaired through introducing organic matter into them or planting ground covers such as oats, clover or grasses.  When there are chemical spills such as petroleum products or harsher chemicals, the technique known as bioremediation can come in handy.  Microbes that can consume the toxic chemicals are introduced into the contaminated soil and literally eat the matter as it lays there, provided other conditions such as temperature, aeration and water content are amenable.

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Dark Matter Physical Properties

To ascertain the physical characteristics of dark matter, is to blindly collect snippets of information from that very darkness.  Scientists literally fly blind in this course of inquiry, but they also delve into the depths of the planet.

While scientists have not been able to “measure” much about dark matter, some properties of this elusive stuff which holds matter together have been marked.  In a news report from BBC News from 2006/02/05, astronomers infer the existence of such material “from the way galaxies rotate:  their stars move so fast they would fly apart if they were not being held together by the gravitational attraction” of this material, that makes up over 80% of the Universe that is material. 

This matter “comes in a ‘magic volume’ which happens to correspond to an amount which is 30 million times the mass of the Sun,” says Professor Gerry Gilmore of the Institute of Astronomy, Cambridge.  Mr. Gilmore said that it can not be packed smaller than 1,000 light years, and that the speed of dark matter particles comes out to about 9 km/s.  Dark matter’s temperature has also been taken, at 10,000 degrees Celsius.[1]  According to Professor Bob Nichol of the Institute of Cosmology and Gravitation, Portsmouth, this temperature for dark matter “makes it harder to form the smallest galaxies, but does help to make the largest structures.”

In a seemingly unrelated book by Paul Pearsall, Ph.D. entitled Awe: The Dangers and Delights of Our Eleventh Emotion, Pearsall reports that the matter we can physically sense through our five senses makes up only about 4% of the universe.  22% of the universe is made up of dark matter, and the remainder is composed of something called “dark energy” which operates “to push everything away from everything else.”  Further, he adds “some scientists suggest that the nothingness of space may be breathing in a 20-billion-year cycle of an exhale-like, post-bang expansion, followed eventually by a reactive contraction in a big-crunch cosmic inhale, and so on and so on for infinity—whatever that is.”

Some scientists have been focusing on the subject of dark matter characteristics at the subatomic level as well as the astrophysical.  Dr. Dinesh Loomba of the University of New Mexico has been looking at the neutralino, one of the class of weak interacting massive particles or “WIMPs”.  Measuring these particles has not been easy.  Though Loomba suspects that they travel through our galaxy, because of their weak interactions with other matter, measurement occurrences are quite small and rare:

If you take typical estimates for WIMP properties, such as their mass, speed, and density in the solar system, you estimate something like ten billion WIMPs passing through your hand every second. But their interactions with the atoms in your hand are so weak that, with high probability, they all just pass through unhindered. During the same period of time, many ordinary particles are interacting with the atoms in your hand: Cosmic radiation, radiation from the rocks around you, even radioactivity in your own body. It’s like the cliché of looking for the needle in a haystack. You really have to be a little crazy to get involved in such a difficult problem.

 

 

In spite of the difficulties, Loomba and his research team have been able to discern a day-night variation in dark matter streams on our planet.  (This would seem to have an impact on health matters as there have been recent medical determinations that overnight workers are more at risk for all sorts of diseases, including cancer, than their diurnally employed counterparts.)  The team of researchers conduct their explorations in mines deep below the earth where much of the interfering radiation is diminished.  Deep in the earth, and deep in space, dark matter would appear to be such stuff as dreams are made on.

 


[1] Celsius scale inferred due to the article being from a European news outlet.

Mind and Group Mind August 20, 2009

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Like most people, I’m part of many groups.  In some of these, I occupy a more central place than in others.  There are groups where it might seem I occupy a central place, but the group mind is diffuse, permeating everything.

At most workplaces, there is a centralized hub–though in looking at some books I’ve encountered of late, this isn’t necessarily true of every organization.  And I am firmly convinced that 12-step models for groups where the traditions are the foundation of internal structures is a pretty good way of putting together a group.  That doesn’t mean there won’t be turf wars and the like, but it puts the politics in a context of “first things first,” and what is the primary purpose of the organization.  To be sure, this only works for those organizations that are not all about bottom-line fixation or ego-gratification of the central place-holders.  But, IMNSHO, such a monarchical point-of-view meets quick discrediting over time.

I don’t really think much about accessing the group mind of my workplaces.  For the most part, the arbiters thereof are quite remote from me.  They’re pretty much like absentee landlords.  I might grouse about something or other, but for the most part I really could not care less about the inner workings of this or the last 3 places I worked.  It’s a job.  This isn’t my life. 

Sometimes I wonder about that attitude, particularly after having read Thomas Moore’s Care of the Soul so many times.  Be that as it may, my approach to the central mind of my recent workplaces is basically, let’s not interact too much.  I feel that the other side of the equation is only too happy to do so, as I might remind the individuals therein that there’s more to life than this.  (To their loss, I might add.  Not out of a sense of arrogance, but more from that place of “oh, you’re so close!!!”)

In my magickal experience, I see for some reason that medium-sized and big-ass magick seems to be where I have some effect.  Don’t really know why that is, but I sense that some of the things I’ve done spells for that are about societal/systemic aspects have been coming true.  On a more personal scale, I’ve done spell work for getting out of debt and for a deepening of community, and the two speels seem to have merged, coming forward as they are with the purchase of a house with 2 rental units.  (Wonder how I’ll feel about this with the economy going the way it is.  Perhaps a new way of doing business is emerging?) 

I sense there’s a much larger mind at work right now, one that is able to dissolve ties within ossified and vEmpire organizations both that I can tap into, and that seems to understand that a little jiggle here and a tap there–hey, that company you don’t like?  Just read the papers and, btw, do so during one of your abstinent meals! (As opposed to “get the popcorn”, though I suppose I could say, “get the cockporn!”)

(I am sometimes amazed at the power available to me, and to anyone else for that matter…)

There are some instances too when my magick isn’t going to work because I seem to want something too much.  I’ve said prayers and done visualizations over scripts of mine getting productions.  No dice, I’m afraid.  There is something not quite right about the desire, methinks.

I need to start and do some smaller magick, like acquiring a five dollar bill that is above and beyond my bank balance/available cash on hand, or manifesting a parking spot some day when I need to have one.   Still, I do have a strong sense that medium and large magick are some things that I really have a zing for.  And I am glad, indeed.

This all makes me aware of how my thoughts interact with the reality I inhabit.  There are those who would have me overestimate my place in the universe by stressing how much I “Create My Own Reality!” just as there are those who profit by downplaying any power I possess.  As Duane Elgin remarked in The Living Universe,  we are the size we are as human beings, as powerful giants in the universe whether we understand that or not, because this is the optimal size for the types of co-creation that we can do.  Nature again, is so effin’ wise!

And so I tap into universal mind right now.  This morning, Melek Taus was looking/sneering/smiling at me as I meditated and … another “m”-past tense verb.  (Peacock Angel usually appears to me naked–I can’t help myself!)  I have been more directly praying to access awareness of the work of this God of late, and I feel that things are moving forward there.  Feel like much is in place, and it’s only a matter of a tweak there, and a jiggle here, and I will be able to have a clearer sense of the pathway through.  I have patience, and I remember gratitude.