The Mad Trad-Traditions of One Modern American Druid
Time and space
The Surroundings reflected in the Surface of a tiny pond painted a few years back.
Actually it has probably been more than a few years,and it is not a natural pond but a fishing hole dug out by a retired fireman a few decades ago.
Still
How many clouds have passed?
reflected on its’ surface
How many leaves from how many seasons?
reflected on its’ surface
How many stars from how many nights?
reflected on its’ surface
Witness to change and movement
stillness and memory
There was a time when shooting stars, Hummingbirds and Fairies were things others saw, I would just miss the moment…..
I wonder if my questioning of their existence drew them out to Me, the rarity of the encounter insuring it’s Special or Sacred communication, or association and relationship.
They did not present themselves to Me because I believed in them or even looked for them.
Eventually when I do see them, and I may have instinctively pointed,
A Pantomime to alert others may take place.
My Eyes remain locked on the Subject.
Till gone from sight.
This was not about the Summoning or Stalking of Magical Associates.
It is Their choosing to reveal themselves at that Place and Time that makes the encounter significant.
Spirits in Transit, Blessing in passing
It is not a fixed and rigid Order, understanding or relationship that is counted on or built up, It is the significance of the special shared fleeting moment.
The Magic is in the truth of the experience.
Beginnings and Endings all around us, all the time.
Exotic pollinators, Migrations of Souls,Catalysts of Contact
Biofilm and the Aura of Place.
After being admitted to the City Hospital, the water Main Broke, we had a day of bottle Water, I was feverish, sweating, trembling and Parched.
After being released and back in My Home
The Mayor ,of the place of My Ancestors makes National News by declaring the City Water Supply unsafe for Drinking ,Washing or anything. The Source from the Lake was infested by a Algae Bloom.
My Mother and Family made it through the Multiday Event on bottle Water.
Although referred to as an algae bloom, The Toxic presence in the water was not an overgrowth of a simple plant, but something Older, Simpler and Smaller.
Lacking a clearly defined Cell wall and organized Nucleus, Cyanobacteria are older than dirt.
They are possibly the creatures who began the process of Climate Change, paving the way for the Green Photosynthesizing Breathing Life. They are colonial Beings, Mothers of the Vegetable world, the Carbon Cycle, and Possibly Fossil Fuel .
I saw some NOAA satellite shots from 2011 to present .
As the river drains into the bay the Super colony forms as soon as it is warm enough.
It appears and masses as a scum or slime on the surface of things , at a certain critical Population density it can change it’s form and organize in Macroscopic structures. often filamentous it often partners with a Fungus to form Lichens outside of the water, It has a desire for Sun and adhesion it is Social but not as motile as larger phytoplankton or zooplankton it is not comfortable adrift in liquidity and will attempt to fix itself in place.They establish a Habitat or seek out a Home.
Extra cellular polymeric substances are what holds these individual lives together part of the thread of connection. the worm holes of the Micro World. They are thoroughfares interspecies intersections They are the Out of Body- Extra Self Awareness of Microscopic animals and plants, an active interaction with Surroundings that is not centrally individually directed yet sensitive to perceived territorial toiletries, An implied Differentiated sense of Self and Other, Friend and Foe .
Community as a trail or path.Tracks of growth,Group Identity a sense of Self preservation and Will.An active director or collective decider or Survival Instinct is playing out every second in Simple Life that will Die in a few days,or go dormant for how long?.some passive monitoring for the right conditions for their Life Force to activate.Part of a Survival Strategy to optimize opportunity by multi million year old Germs, less sophisticated or complicated than mildew with an appetite for place.
They are Time Travelers.Shape changers.all around Us.Transformers, they are currently being genetically modified showing the greatest potential for Biofuel of anything we’ve learned to grow.
Between the root and the soil the plant has to Know and search for the Nutrients it will absorb and avoid.
This shopping takes place outside of the flesh of the plant. A judgment, or intelligent response, a Taste and Thirst.
A process of excreted enzymes and responsive Digestion, Distant touch , Field sensitivity, psychic powers and perhaps the exchange of microbial information.
A Pre synaptic sense or awareness or Auto Inducer is found beyond the Bodies of individuals and colonies of plant or animal ,
We are born with the ability to tune into the language of locale, to listen in, watch and learn. to adapt our behavior, all of Nature does.
The Glass City Has a River full of Agricultural runoff and suspended detritus, this spins around in the glacial puddle that is the shallowest of the Great Lakes, looking much like a cloud by satellite, A colony of Microscopic Life Forms that is many square miles across , there are fears that it may grow so large that it Hives off and spreads to effect other water supplies in other States and Nations.
I suspect that the local crop has shifted the last decade from Corn as Feed to Corn as Fuel,requiring extra Nutritional Supplements that have been washed away from their Field during increasingly heavy storms over such a flat place.
I have long taken note of the passage of the weather in conversations with my Mother,
Most often the winds pass over her and head in the general direction of Me and My Mountain home in a day. The Weather connects us,
The movement of Water suspended in the Air, and the particles snatched up by the wind , the clouds and mist and dew,
How it Looks, Feels, Smells,Tastes, and Sounds like
The Energy released in its’ passing,Its’ temperament and character.
Precipitation events are part of Life, that is why we have shelters, thankful for our roofs.
We can and will weather many Storms, but Access to Drinking Water is secondary only to respiration, Breath,,as a Vital necessity for Life large and small.
I am reminded of the quote of Vincent Van Gogh’
“ Exaggerate the essential and leave the obvious vague.”
I think I see why ,
the Bird King’
sends his champion,
away from the battle’
in the burning Hostel,
to fetch him a Drink.
Entanglement, intertwined bonds of relationship
Territorial control of Space ,or sense of Responsibility for Events.
Mock Combat, Conflict, Ritualistic Competition
Adversarial Attention. - Sensitivity - Pain – Need –Comfort
I began this Summer without the ribbon of the May Pole in My Hand. But a carefully tailored plastic Picc line inserted in a Vein in my Arm, and run up to my Heart.
Peripherally inserted central catheter
I was to have daily Infusions of an Anti Biotic to Kill the Microbial Life I had become Host to for the last four years..
exaggerating a essential Tremor and effecting my sense of Touch from a Distance .
Temporary accommodations were given of My Insides to Medicine and Science
A Great Act of Personal Trust.
By Midsummer The Foreign Object had been removed ,
I was assured that My Guests were all Dead.
I may be still feeling the damage they made, It takes Time to Mend.
I was Completely Clueless as to what could have precipitated the Violent Warp Spasms that sent Me on My First and second Ambulance Trips to the Hospital.
The Hurt was so focused and specific, so severe and direct,
Yet I had experienced no Injury
The Hospital is a place of Hope and Help.Drama and Tragedy
Doing It’s Best to anticipate the needs and care of the diverse community it serves,
I was in Need of special Care,
they found a room for Me to share
on the second floor.
Almost two weeks and two Roommates later’
After Every conceivable form of Testing and Imaging available for lease by My Healthcare Provider the source of the infection was not determined .
After three negative blood cultures,I had a Picc line put in so I could get out of the Hospital.
I love Home
,A different Enemy, I am told
Somewhere inside Me
Three times a day I slow push the Medicine kept in the Refrigerator, taken out a half hour before.
I hate that I cannot mediate this internal conflict myself. Requiring outside assistance.
Odd to put such a willful expression to being Unwelcoming .Inhospitable
To distancing myself from my Discomfort, disassociating from my circumstance.
The connection,and conflict involved with Free Will and Destiny.
What is infectious?
Life Drama and Location, Borders and Boundaries
Caring and Attention and Spirit
Kindness and cruelty, subject and object
Elements of Story that we are bound to, part of.
Travelers needing rest
interwoven
Holding on,trying to Help
Our Place to Be.
Awareness is overrated,
We don’t have to have Know it to Get it.
We can Feel it
We can appeal to our own unknowing
Lifted up by our lower selves
See Below and Above,in the Sky. chased by a pair of Song Birds
North to South Over our My Head
What it Means, I don’t Know,
Flying across My Back Yard.
Woo Food Home
The ability to see the Future is not as unusual as the ability to Share unwanted News without consequence for the Medium.
There is great Psychic power in Not Knowing
Not Pretend understanding, Honest Fooling around that leads to Discovery.
How that Discovery is applied,How the Vision is Manifest, is Where the notion of Mastery,Controller, Director, Distributer empower/ exploit the Simple, Raw Talent',
Framing, presentation,Message, meaning
The Old Guild Gangs, intelligentsias ,Smarty Pants know it all's ,
thought full rationalists,Art Snobs, Myths of Meritocracy and social institutions.
Interpreters , Learned Folk
“ Why not Excellence?”
Healthy Natural Activity should be Work and Play.
I feel that it is the same with the Supernatural and Spiritual.
Like Breathing. Keep it Safe and Respectful,
Jugglers of goal oriented endeavors and balanced Awareness of the immediacy of the Moment , and enjoying it.
The peculiar contributions of the many unique Others around us.
Paranormal Economics is not a simplified self directed shell game, getting what you ask for.
The Joke is in the Clueless,
Finding the Humor in the Game
Funny, that the roots of my practice may be in Games as much as Greens.
Life and what we Make of it.
Fate,Chance, Luck and Drama, the belief that there are unseen Directors, Weird Rules, foreshadowed Outcomes.
Playing Dice and Cards,Imaginary Friends,Show and Tell .Crafting a good Time.
The experiences of youth are more relevant , more supportive of the Magic that We share today than Ancient Belief, Popular Occult Fantasy,or Fragmentary Post pagan Secularists and Social Media.
There is a difference between Illusion and deception, our Play acting and who”s having fun ; or wanting to have Fun,who is fooling who and why? Claiming to Know or be what you are not
Role Playing Games put an emphasis on character development,through situational challenge,Defeating adversaries,getting Treasure.
self Improvement is Self Centered in that it seeks Reward or recognition.
The Desired Outcome or Goal is a Wish we make.and seek assistance with.
Free Study Programs and Clergy Credentials have changed the emphasis on the selfless Sacrifice as Sacred Giving, to Service to Societal expectation and organizational Administration.A Spectacle, A Race, A Contest or worse,
A reversal of polarities, providing and provisions Imagination,A Crisis of Hosting.
Expectation and the means to make it happen. The Need for a Thousand voluntary Heroes, Hundreds of Game masters and referees,Teams, Clubs, Leagues.
Sport and Art
Out on a limb,
Hanging with the hopeful fruit,
I,
My Self, am not an Apple.
Still playing Spiritual Hide and Go Seek!
My Toes in the Tree , Attention getting Me
