Tea With Me: 17th May, 2021 Monday
So Dreamscape recently has forked up snakes, tigers, black and yellow leopards, the number 75 and journeying.
Apparently I am growing. Like the Hollly Hock seeds I am nurturing in my sun/dog room, I am sprouting some robust new roots and some not so robust and I harbor some still sleeping seeds which have yet to send up green arms for light from the well soaked birthing earth I call to every morning in hopes they will.
Why Holly Hocks? Well, I met them last summer in the garden courtyard of the house I bought unseen. There were three Holly Hock creatures waving at me although I thought them weeds as there choices of purchase seemed random strewn as they were up against the house and edging a flagstone. The dear friend who scoped the place for us as we scrambled far away to unroot and ride the winds to here, came to school me one summer day about the creatures in this earth. She has a fine and loving eye for growing things. And sure as shit, she knew that Tumbled Seeds Husband and I would root here in this house quite surely. Holly Hocks are no more weeds than we.
So Garden Queen told me how to harvest seeds from these fair creatures late last fall as they were fading. And that we would grow some babies in the Spring. So dutifully at the proper time and temp I went out to my fading Holly Hocks and gathered up seed pods. Several in a baggie.
The baggie lived on my cookbook shelf all winter as the land shut off and colded and snowed and slept. And we locked down. I visited the baggie quite a bit wondering if I would be able to induce the magic of their fruit to come and grace my garden. I had a garden. Yes, I did.
It is desert here and warming. So the garden must adjust to less water and more heat. Holly Hocks are not too water greedy so I wish for more of them.
Each pod has hundreds. Little flat round tiny things. So easily scattered on the wind. Desert sand dollars on the wind ocean designed to drift far from Mama. Six weeks ago, Garden Queen instructed how to sound the call for eruption. I gathered little soil pots and watered in some birthing earth. I small cups I spit a little. Some California witch a while back had mentioned soaking seeds in spit inspires DNA supporting plants. She was really talking of seeds that source stuff to eat but flowers also offer goods that keep us our Souls Healthy so why not spit for Holly Hocks.
So I did spit. Found the baggie and proceeded to dispatch several hundred little discs into a few spitted cups which after swirling to make sure my DNA was soaked, were filled with water for a day. Then into the soiled pots they went and covered over with more birthing earth.
For days I watered and then prayed and sang and spoke to ask those little trapped discs who never rode the wind if they would please gift.
One day I saw a slip of green. And then it was a leaf. And then it was a tiny stalk of some promise to be larger. It started to have friends.
I ordered packets of more discs from sources far way. Lots them. Ranch Sister had gotten wind I loved the Holly Hocks and sent me links to more and more. I took the bait.
Some of my courtyard sprouts would say hello and then go back. So the count of waving stalks would vary day to day. And six weeks later I still have peeking wands from all those hundreds courtyard kids. They make me feel I am not wrong at least in this.
As I look up from pots of stalks, and feel the larger garden of the World, so many Stalks of Thought scream in the streams of Us. The Virus. Lung Rabies, now 1 year + (we think), has stalked among Us birthing masks, deceipt, lockdowns, distance, Zoom, BLM, Antifa, riots in the streets, A Big Fat Fucking Lie, shots both gunned and speared, Woke Shit, What we know we really don’t know and on and on and on. Oh, and how to Respect and Trust the Friggin Science. And so many stalks succumbing to the misinformation loopholes they are fed through chosen bubbled filtered ears about how they have the frigging choice to disregard the universal basic human need to take thier place as members of the Human Global Village to get the friggin Vax.
I did engage for the last three days with some young Instagrammer in the comment thread under POTUS ‘you can now unmask if Vaxed’. So entitled with her grip on “my body my choice” and spewing laughable analysis of data that the 40 of 100,000 Israelis who had disaster after Vax negated the 999,960 that now will not sick and will not spread this thing which Stalks all of Us and that somehow Vax patent wars make getting Vaxed immoral. “You obviously do not understand how the immune system works” spouted she who has had the bug but mildly and now thinks she is immune for life. Really? I will not drag you through the three days of specious entitled self absorbed abject fucking denial of any resposibility she has to any greater good. She did keep coming back as my responses kept her thinking, although in abject opposition, I knew some part of her did listen. She is smart and has been loved enough to have an education to the point of knowing what critical thinking is but is not evolved yet beyond the fence of “it really is only about me.”
So it made me think. As I am want to do, I do Deep.
This might be Dark for some of you but I feel the need to spew it.
This Virus Stalk came to take our Species Down. It came as we as all species left unchecked too long get stalked and slaughtered by something the Mother of Us All, The Earth, sends to stop the pall we cast. But these things arrive for Species when that Species has displayed unbalancing behavior for too long. And yes, its our environmental rape and disregard, our medical suppression of the various plagues which culled us through the millenia of our time stamping on Earth’s Breast, and several other things the list of which is too long to offer here.
The one fucked behavior this three day spar with My Body My Choice Instagrammer defined for me which well might be another nail in our Species Coffin is this.
At a time when we societally have evolved the creation of a culturally safe box in which each one of us ideally has the right to choose to do or not, that when it comes to choosing to do the VAX which science says has minimal (albeit not for sure none) individual risk, and will protect from further sick and stop the spread and petrie dish we all as unvaxed, recovered or not, are, that Entitled Instagrammer’s choice to not Vax because of Vax patent wars and mask politics and erroneous distillation of scientific data will allow more petrie growth for that Big Stalker which is now in its newest robust form slaughtering Us in India, South America and Africa.
That My Body My Choice Behavior is an exact target for Mother’s Eradication target.
We have lost the balance. Mother is saying, no mas. As a Species, we have through the Science created a defense called Vax to stop the thing from major all out slaughtering Us. But if enough of us choose to My Body My Choice No Vax, we are displaying disregard for the whole of Us.
Sorry for the Down. I have had enough of turning on the patience. India is burning bodies in their parking lots because they are falling so fast.
How can anyone with any Heart not get they are a part of how this happens. You might well be the end of Us. That means you too.
This is my Robust Stalk for today. Get the fucking Shot.
Tea was Green.
Ta.
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