DANDELION TIME.

On Sun, Apr 7, 2013 at 9:04 PM, Martin Law <martin.rainbowmaker@gmail.com> wrote:

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DANDELION TIME 2

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Dan de Lion, et famille,

initially to acknowledge the opening post of the month.

The post well hosted by 'The Holy Woman.'

Casual surfers beware.  No pin-up peeker's secret dream is she.  This 'Weenyon Wahkon' is surely a Shamanak.

Lest you be superficially beguiled by her radiant irrelevant youthfulness, she wields a wisdom beyond her preceding winters.  So be warned, and warmed.

You could do worse than pause a moment and gaze across the fire.

The light is in the eyes to bear witness.  How often are you brought to gaze openly into benevolent enigma commanding your most honouring respect of integrity?  She could be 'White Buffalo Calf Woman' herself.  Rest assured, she is well able to look after herself, by means material or magical.

So... having introduced you to her, and myself having just returned from a short excursion to enter in and dry my jeans by the fire.

This being April and i an April's child.  (April, from the Roman word 'Apire' meaning 'open.')  Being also the time when dandelions open.

I write by a glowing fire with a Gaelic wind rumbling around the rafters.  From a brief but blowy Atlantic diagonal drizzle shop trip down the hill into town in the rain partly to buy 'unpoisoned water.'

"There's many a slip twixt cup and lip," especially if it's from the tap.  Unless you're quite content to have your pineal gland (that's your Spirit Eye) calcified and dysfunctional like a plaque caked tooth, due to the still mandatory Fluorosyllic Acid content.

"In the land of the blind the one eyed man is king," so the saying goes. 

Yes, except, that 'one eye' has to be your 'third eye,' (as it's called) or you're screwed, and won't be able to see beyond the illusion of 3D.  Which is fine, i suppose, for 'business as usual,' but who's business?

At least, if you've got two eyes (and your wits) there's hope.  You might make it to being Prince, or Princess, or even Bank Manager, but i wouldn't count on it.

So, 'The Ides of March.'  People often say, "Ah, it's the ides of March."  Is it?  What's an 'ide'?

I thought 'i'd' do the google bit to find that out.  It has nothing to do with the weather, (unlike everything else).

Briefly paraphrased, an 'ide,' is simply a date marker on the calendar (as i recall, check me if i'm wrong) in this instance specifically April 15.

All the ides in other months are on the 13th (for unspecified reasons).  Hmm... i must be on to something with my use of 13.  Better not talk too loud.

Oh well, that's the way it goes.  Secrets will out. 'Revelations' and all.  You can google the rest of the iceberg.

More down to earth~  There having just been two days of sun ( despite 'chemtrails'. / Googlit.)  I was happy to make progress on the garden.

Resembling John Lash's Gaian procedure, namely:

1, Formation.  2. Fixation.  3. Magnification.  (Which, as it happens is similar to how i create and construct a painting.)  Likewise with the garden.  Which is no different from a painting except you can eat it.

So thanks to a bit of respite from the grey waves of wet from the west, i spent another five hours playing with the soil, as i love to do, and got maybe a couple of hundred little onion sets plugged snugly into their earth sockets.

Another four hours making the bed for the potatoes.

Numerous bags of peat compost and finally fine digging the patch previously rough dug many times.

Having waited and watched from the window for weeks for sodden soil to dry.  Got a nice shaped segment of the circle formed and fixed and filtered, ready for a diverse family of spuds to be plugged into their sockets.

Now it's all sodden again.  Sod it!

Looks like another week of rain.

I did think ahead though, sculpting a system of drainage channels down to the clay (lovely stuff. Brassicas and brussels like it too).  Weaving a water way into a moat around the round and incrementally mound-like perfectly round raised lawn.  Using the clay to round off any semblance of corners.

Lest anyone conjecture i'm not well earthed and fully grounded... well sod it, not my problem.

"To everything there is a season" and i'm in no hurry, it'll be the right time when it is.  I was born in this month (April/ Apire/ Open) and i feel that, besides the stellar configuration when we first come out into the open, there is also a natural organic psychic affinity with nature in that particular pie portion of seasons.

William Blake did four engravings depicting the human archetype for each of the four elements (not counting aether, which is increasingly relevant for us).

For earth born humans, the image of a figure under the ground, grappling his/her way to the surface like a seed.  With the inscription: "He struggles into life."

Well, i have a lunar eclipse in Scorpio coming up on my birthday.  Nothing ominous, but auspicious.

Eclipses are opportunities.  Yet another birth, or rebirth.  Perpetual rebirth is a down to earth way to live and evolve.  Vision and re-vision.  Delete obsolete baggage which served its purpose.

Rounding off for the evening, the comforting company of rumble and swoosh of wind and rain.  Syncopated by intermittent rattles and buffetings by a royal hearth.

A single peacock feather in a green beer bottle responding to the subtlest draught like a weather vane, but mostly still.

The dandelions out on the lawn have a lot of sense.

Well before dark, with the rain, they all folded up their petals and closed their crowns.

Far be it from them to not shield pollen from the wet.

That would deprive the participants in the process, we call 'bees', of their kind service they do so selflessly in keeping our food supply alive and thriving.

So think of them when you emit electromagnetic smog or (Earth forbid) invest in genetically modified or chemical anything.

The blossom, the bee, and the human are one process, and not separate.  Dandelion time.*~



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