Green Acres Community Dinner, April 26, 2017

This day started inauspiciously. I couldn’t find my phone. Wondered if I left it outside last night — and if so, it got rained on.

Yes. I did leave it on an outside table during our dinner. And guess what? It still worked! Just to make sure it didn’t have any moisture inside I hotfooted it right over to AT&T in the nearby mall where a sweet clerk took off the protective cover and instructed me to go into the women’s restroom to blow dry both cover and phone. I did. Worked like a charm. Enormous power in those dryers.

So, these pics that I took last night on this phone did manage to get through to here. Pics of our April 26th Community Dinner, the second of the year on the patio outside in back that serves all three of our village houses.

BTW: Rebecca had been planning on beans ‘n greens, made with poke greens from their various poking up places on the grounds. But then she discovered that poke greens need to be cooked three times or they might be poison!

So she brought scrambled eggs instead — and non-poisonous greens. Lots of other delicious food, as usual. I swear, each week we re-enact the story of the loaves and the fishes. This week brought out about 15 people, including three generational couples. Two of mother and son — here’s Aaron with his mom Joanne —

 — which inspired me to ask Rebecca for a photo of me and son Colin. Notice the new smaller greenhouse behind the original Garden Tower. See this post.

Darn! I forgot to get a pic of Eva and her mom Wanda. But I did get a great shot of Eva’s fabulous new shoes — last week’s find at Goodwill.

Afterwards, podmate Logan and friend Bryn entertained us with their passionate, soulful singing and playing. Unfortunately, by this time my phone was already forgotten, so no pics.

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PHOTOS Green Acres Village, late April, 2017

This place feels more like a barnyard than an urban location. Many projects in various states of initiation and completion. Most of us who live here also work here at least two hours a day; two WOOFERS have been with us for a week each, so far in 2017, helping out and learning permacultural practices in exchange for board and room.

Meanwhile, our weekly Community Dinners continue. Tonight’s will be led by Rebecca, with her main dish to be “greens ‘n beans.” I’m bringing a chicken. Son Colin will attend again. Many others, both near and far. The rhythm of our weekly event feels both powerful and unstoppable at this point. (See next post.)

New housemate Evan, who took the lead with Chinese for last week’s meal, as of early this morning took off to his other life as a airline steward, flying in and out of China. His cat Boo remains here, and seems to be adjusting well to life with puppy Shadow.

Daily life around here feels both relaxing and focused, both funny and sometimes sad, like when we had to wish Briana farewell three weeks ago. Impermance is a fact of life, especially, of course, in a college town, where flows of students regularly course through.

So, I’ll start with the blooming impermance of the glorious mushrooms that sprouted up a few days ago, and then within 24 hours started to fade. By this morning, what was in form is now disintegrating; looks more like compost than shrooms. I remain in awe of both their sudden breakthrough power and their mysterious evanescence.

Three days ago:

Yesterday:

Various kinds of shrooms are popping up in the garden, but none so astonishing as this “stinky” mushroom (it attracts flies) — otherwise known as “limp dick”?

Here are a few more photos of life in the urban farm and barnyard, starting with interior and exterior of new greenhouse:

The original GANG garden ( identified that way because we now have a number of other gardens, in various states of either repair or getting-ready to plant) as of mid-April 2017:

Cold-weather crops went out a few weeks ago, like these peas and onions:

The pond is still being overtaken by bamboo-ish sprouts. It’s now officially renamed “the wetland,” and still functions to catch rainwater from roofs of two houses.

I re-planted these strawberries in the garden —

from their original location, in one of our original Garden Towers, which son Colin made by hand in the garage that has now been converted to a greenhouse.

This year, in that Tower, I put marigolds, for a splash of color during our Community Dinners.

Meanwhile, we also have another, smaller greenhouse, courtesy the Garden Tower Project. It was used for an experiment that is now finished, and they donated not only the greenhouse but five towers to go inside it as well. They will be taken out of their boxes, assembled and positioned to catch the sun and planted for our winter greens next fall.

Meanwhile, I agreed to water seedlings of eleven flats of various veggies, for another experiment that the GTP is conducting, this one in a geodesic dome. That means: for ten days I misted each tiny seed three times, twice a day. Let’s see now, that’s 75 x 3 x 2 x 11 or 5500 squirts per day. No wonder my wrist feels ruined. Glad they’ve now graduated to being watered with a can.

While I’m busy squirting, Dan, with Evan’s help, has been busy reclaiming old permaculture beds in front of the new DeKist house. That means, using a garden fork to unearth the thick mat of vines covering the entire garden. And there’s still more to go.

I did manage to get a jittery shot of Evan in mid-air, just before he pounded that fork into the ground . . .

As the fork penetrated the mat, he kept going down himself, to apply leverage to the fork while lifting up the viney mat blanket. Notice that the entire area between them and the house is also matted, and must be reclaimed. It does seem that “climate change” has been seen the acceleration of growth of all sorts of vines.

Finally, here’s a recent view of the garden gate and sign, with composing center beyond,  leaves and other carbon matter stored just behind the fence.

 

 

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Spring Morning Potpourri: Sallie’s Place, Baby Picture Project, Gardening News, Impermanence

On this day when the fear mongering Gotham Shield supposedly begins, I’m heading to Sallie’s Place downtown to meet with women who are interested in their baby pictures. Neighbor Jelene has invited me to give a short presentation on the Baby Picture Project to this group, so in honor of this invitation, I’m actually wearing my baby picture teeshirt, something I rarely do in public. Which is too bad, since if there’s anything I trust to have the capacity to ultimately “change the world,” it’s this project!

But first, after the usual morning walk with puppy Shadow, I now sit here as usual, to put up some sort of post. What shall it be? Well, given that it’s spring planting season at the Green Acres Village Urban Farm, this combination intrigues me, so here goes:

How A New Way of Thinking About Soil Sparked A New Movement in Agriculture

and

Business Lessons from A Quiet Gardener

BTW: I will post a bunch of new pics taken two evenings ago here at the village when I return from Sallie’s Place. Including some of mushrooms, blooming and fading within 48 hours!

And BTW: Sallie’s Place was started by a dear friend of mine, Georgia Schaich, who also happens to have been my compatriot in reviving the Green Acres Neighborhood Association back in 2003. Georgia, who suffers with Parkinsons, is now living in a nearby retirement home; puppy Shadow and I visit with her one or two times a week.

The blooming and fading of the partnership of Georgia and myself continues through Georgia’s accelerating diminishment. I find it sad that this culture does not appreciate its immersion in the natural order, which demonstrates how to celebrate both ascending and descending arcs of any cycle.

 

 

 

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Our Challenge: To consciously absorb and express the surging energy

BART takeover robbery: 40 to 60 teens swarm train, hold up riders

Let us ask: How do we learn how to consciously utilize and creatively express the extreme energy that is surging through us? That is the question of this century, and especially of this year, during the ongoing intense climax of the Uranus/Eris conjunction in Aries, about to be crossed by Mercury, where it will turn on Wednesday, May 3, to go direct. Check it out, at just past noon on this Bloomington, Indiana chart: Uranus/Mercury/Eris — 25°, 24° and 23°: Uranus, the unpredictable; sudden, explosive energy, with Eris, “goddess of discontent” in Aries: new beginnings, impulse, initiation — and about to be crossed by Mercury: the conscious mind, communication, transportation. Notice also, at the moment of Mercury turning, that this three way conjunction also makes an harmonious grand trine (green lines) with the Moon (20° Leo‚ and Saturn (27° Sagittarius). Hopefully, this balancing configuration will slow and stabilize the explosive energy of the conjunction.

Meanwhile, today, Mercury at 26° Aries, which has been traveling retrograde (backwards) for the past two weeks, now begins to conjunct that explosive Uranus/Eris conjunction, and does so as the transit Moon at 22° Aries moves toward that conjunction from the other side. From now through Wednesday of next week let us be especially aware of the surging energy, and how it is unconsciously affecting us while intending, with all our hearts and souls, to recognize and express this surging as Love.

And of course, all this is going on as wars and rumors of war increase, “Gotham Shield” nuclear drill is held over NYC and DC, and who knows what else to set our teeth on edge.

It is crucial that we do re-learn how to truly communicate — to connect, to commune — with each other, and this involves not just left brain logic, but heart-centered imagination and empathic resonance with all that is.

And this, in turn, requires us to consciously reach through the negative unconscious Neptunian veil of our addictions and self-deceptions to the pure light of the spirit beyond. Such an idealistic vision happens to be a real possibility during this great climactic shift in human history, because Neptune, the planet of the formless, boundless beyond, is at its most powerful, traveling through its home sign, oceanic Pisces, during these years: 2012-2025. Neptune in Pisces, you might say, represents the quantum field of infinite possibilities. Which possibilities are activated depends on us, our decision, our intent. We bring into being forms from the formless. We are creators. We are legion. And we are realizing now, that we must show up, completely, with our whole selves, for this transference from the old world of centralized power to the new world of decentralized, fully potentiated localities, everywhere. Inside our full selves first, then our households, our neighborhoods, our towns, our regions. . . There is no end to the creativity that is possible when we truly do show up. Let us harness this Uranus/Eris energy; let us no longer continue to be bamboozled by the shock and awe that our former “masters” still try to use to keep us cowed and obedient.

For as we harness this extraordinary Uranus/Eris energy, let us also realize that we live inside the thick sweet boundless field of Neptune in Pisces which absorbs shock!

Let us attune to Neptune. Tune into the beautiful spirit that holds us all in her merciful embrace. Tune in, consciously, graciously, gratefully tune in. Allow her to shower us with blessings as we learn how to consciously and creatively express the fiery, surging Uranus/Eris energy. Yes. Yes. Let us recognize and honor both our own selves and each other as precious, singular, swirling manifestations of the one divine LOVE.

 

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A.K. READER: A newspaper opinion piece from 1988

 I wrote this during the time I lived in Jackson Wyoming. The Publisher of the paper that agreed to run it then lived in Casper Wyoming. He had been my first love in high school, and my second husband during our early ’30s when he was Editor of our home town paper in Twin Falls, Idaho, and I had moved back to be with him. I remain eternally grateful for Dick’s deep support of me during the two years we were together, when I was also devouring the language of astrology —  to the point where, one morning, I woke up, and realized that I had been dreaming in this symbolic language.

ASTROLOGY DEEPENS OUR UNDERSTANDING OF TIME & SPACE

June 3, 1988

by Ann Kreilkamp, Ph.D.

Guest Column: Casper Star-Tribune

 

“So. What do you think about the news that Reagan believes in astrology?”

How often, during the past month, have I heard this question? And each time I hear it, I cringe.

I cringe because the question puts me, once again, in a position of having to say, in a few words, what cannot be understood without a total change in world view. It’s a bit like a tropical islander who hears about a phenomenon called “snow,” and asks a visiting Eskimo if he believes in it. On the one hand, of course! On the other hand, what a strange question! Snow is an obvious fact of Eskimo existence. His very survival depends upon his awareness of snow. He can barely imagine how yawning the gap must be between the tropical and the arctic mind’s knowledge of, memories of, associations with, attitudes towards — that little word “snow.”

The “scientific experts” who declare astrology worthless are like tropical islanders, isolated entirely from the world upon which they so arrogantly pass judgment. As Isaac Newton himself is said to have responded to one of his critics on this very subject: “Sir, I have studied it, you have not!”

And I cringe for another reason, best shown in a good joke on the subject currently making the rounds: “Did you hear that Reagan believes in astrology?” “Oh really! That makes me lose faith . . . in astrology.”

Reagan is not a person I would ask to decide the value of astrology. Indeed, this latest embarrassment of the Reagan presidency is probably, as Lance Morrow put it in a tongue-in-cheek editorial in the May 16th issue of Time Magazine, “the metaphysical equivalent of his jelly beans.”

 

And that’s the problem. I cringe because the astrology that the public is aware of through syndicated newspaper columns, and the astrology within which I am immersed, inhabit two entirely different universes.

I am an astrologer. I make my living as a consultant in astrology; I write and publish regularly on the subject; I read and study and think endlessly upon and within this most ancient and fascinating language. It is my life. It is, and has been for the past 14 years, my ruling passion. I do not expect it to stop anytime soon.

Prior to this, I was a student of philosophy, earning a doctorate in philosophy of science from Boston University in 1972. My quest for the inner meaning of astrology is philosophical: astrology is an investigation into the nature of, and the interconnected and ever-changing structures of, the two most fundamental and deeply-rooted concepts of human understanding, those of time and space.

To fully enter the world of astrology is to transform the way the concepts of time and space operate within one’s psyche. To do this is to expand one’s world-view from the narrow window of Newtonian science to include aspects of life that we all experience but seldom consciously recognize.

The Newtonian world-view assumes that time is linear, that it measures points on a line, moment to moment, each moment the same, all of them stretching endlessly forward into the future. The western ideal of “progress” is a corollary to this unquestioned assumption about the nature of time. Our obsession with progress is associated with the ideals of industry and mechanization. We have made idols out of our tools, focusing on our relationship with them, rather than the natural world around us. What we do to the outside reflects within: we squash our very aliveness into the rules and roles of mechanical motion.

Linear time, as a basic epistemological condition for our perceiving everything else, subtly and irrevocably separates us from both our own natures and the natural world around us. And the results of this separation are coming in now, through massive and perhaps irreversible pollution of earth, air, and water. Unlike any other animal, we have carelessly fouled our own nest.

By contrast, astrological time is the time of the interweaving of many different cycles into one glorious fabric of creation, in which we are all participants. Astrology acknowledges a most basic fact of human experience — the ebb and flow of all that is. While we tend to associate astrology with heavenly phenomena like the phases of the moon, and cannot help but marvel at the timing of both the tides and human female menstrual cycles here on earth, there are other, equally ubiquitous cycles which we all participate in, and which also present us with the wondrous orderliness of nature. Simply our breathing — in and out, in and out — is our most personal and most obvious, and therefore least noticed cycle; we cannot help but adjust ourselves to the quotidian cycles of day and night, or the seasonal changes both within our aging bodies and within nature as she ever renews herself. All these cycles and many, many more — there is nothing alive that does not function in interwoven cycles, and everything, even the rocks and the planets are alive — all these cycles are so obvious to us that we do not see them, and thus fail to recognize the profound truth of the cyclical nature of time.

Rather than removing us from either our own nature or the natural world around us, astrology honors the unceasing birthing, flowering and dying of all living forms. Instead of separating ourselves off from life in an attempt to become purely predictable, mechanical, “living” our lives according to the pre-set expectation of who we think we are, we move with the flow of life, knowing all is change, and accepting the precise coordinates for any particular moment, its surprising but exacting character, what its nature entails.

As our conception of time is enlarged and deepened through the study of astrology, so is that of space. We open our eyes and hearts and souls, replacing our preoccupation with space as merely three dimensions, an empty container, the void — wherein we feel lonely, alienated and separate from others — to a feeling for its full, rich, and multi-dimensional character. We sense and feel bathed by, protected and nourished within, a space which is itself a living entity, carrying and making music with the resonance of all possible frequencies. What we think and speak and do matters; each action, no matter how trivial, reverberates throughout the whole, affecting all of us. In a very real sense, we are all parts of one another.

The great physicist Niels Bohr once said: “The opposite of a fact is another fact. But the opposite of one great truth is another great truth.” Astrology acknowledges the double truth of a fundamental paradox, known in academic philosophical circles as “the problem of the one and the many.”

Astrology teaches that each of us is one among many; standing at the exact center of the universe, we are each an utterly unique and irreplaceable individual. Astrology honors the unlimited evolutionary capacity of each of us as an unfolding from within of the laws of our own natures.

Simultaneously, by placing each of us within the larger universe, and showing our original and continuously changing relations to it, astrology teaches that the many are also one: each of us exists as a mere point within an infinite, divine continuum. We expand to fill the space available. We express our love for the whole of creation.

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WOW! I “re-enter the work force,” at age 74.

Well, not exactly. I’ve never been in the work force, in the sense of laboring as a wage slave at something that was not my passion. Instead, after raising a family and graduate school in philosophy, plus one stint teaching in an experimental college from which I was then fired as “too experimental,” I decided to study astrology. Why? Because I wondered how my life had gone so far “off.” Couldn’t understand it. I had done everything right, got all the prizes. But  there I was, at age 32, dead broke, divorced from not only my husband but my children, and wondering what’s next. Well, I sure found out! Astrology, as a symbolic language that maps the unfolding of the soul’s purpose in this lifetime, became my lifeline. First for myself, and within three years, also for others.

I worked as a consultant in astrology from 1976 through 1996. At that point, the magazine I was publishing, Crone Chronicles: A Journal of Conscious Aging, began to demand so much of my time that I noticed that, for about six weeks prior to printing each quarterly issue, I would need to stop astrology and focus full-time on the magazine. And wouldn’t you know, for those six weeks, the calls for my astrological services would stop! Not that I let people know. Just that the atmosphere changed, so that my energy, since it was directed elsewhere, was no longer available for astrological consultations.

And then, like clockwork, as soon as I sent the new issue in to the printer, the calls for astrology would start up again! I could say that this surprised me, but it did not. I had long been accustomed to moving in sync with the flow of the universe. Since I was doing what I loved — both as editor and publisher of a magazine and as an astrological consultant — the universe conspired to help me do both. And since I needed to move from one to the other, every six weeks or so, it arranged for that, too.

In 2001, I stopped the magazine, and returned to astrology, more or less. But my husband Jeff and I were about to make a major move, and so my energy began to move, too. In 2002 we relocated to Bloomington, Indiana, so he could attend law school. Three months later, he died, of a heart attack. The next few years were spent getting used to my changed status, on all levels. In 2006 I published an award-winning book about my conscious grieving process: This Vast Being: A Voyage through Grief and Exaltation. 

When Jeff died, he left me a legacy, which I have been busy spending down in a manner that befits the next step — in this case, to materialize my passions. Not that I knew what I was doing when I began. No. Looking back on it now, I realize it’s been an organic process, moving very slowly and deeply.

In 2007 I committed to taking the Permaculture Design Course. That led to buying the property next door, which had a sunny lawn, so that I could start a community garden. The garden grew not just plants, but community. Last year, we realized that we were now living in a village within a neighborhood, and set up a website to reflect that fact. www.greenacresvillage.org. Then, in December 2016, the final piece of contiguous property fell into my hands, after visioning for three years that it would. With the three properties now in hand, and a population of nine people (only three per house, because of zoning laws), the core of this intergenerational village is taking shape. Only in the past year or so, have we moved from continually visioning a changed “atmosphere” to  actually living within our changed “culture.” We have arrived. At least on this material plane. There is much more to do to get the three-house village proper into shape materially, including completely redoing a second garage. In 1996, we turned the first garage into a greenhouse. Here it is yesterday, with seedlings ready to go in the ground and for sale to others.

By the way, this garage, in its original incarnation, was where my son Colin Cudmore, who had just arrived in Bloomington from the east coast, fashioned the first 300 Garden Towers, by hand, six years ago. It’s now manufactured in Indianapolis, has won many awards, and ships to six different countries. See Garden Tower Project.

So, to the point of this post: I am now approaching the finale; my seemingly endless start-up funds for the village are going to mostly run out by about the first of next year. So, by that time, we’re going to need to have invisible structures in place that will ensure its continuity through time — and after my own death. Much to accomplish this year!

Meanwhile, I’ve decided to “get back into astrology,” I mean professionally, charging people for my time. I’ve been doing astrology in the gift economy for the 15 years I’ve been in Bloomington. And while that’s somewhat satisfying, I do notice that people don’t take their own reading as seriously as they would were they to actually pay for it! Until we’re all very used to the abundance created when each of us gifts all of who we are to the world, we’re still going to need to make one-to-one exchanges. This comes as a disappointment to me, since I always want to jump ahead of the curve — and do, until I discover why I need to pull back, and do things “the old way” for awhile longer. And in this case, once again doing astrology as a professional consultant will help the cash flow in the village.

So here goes, Starting over, at the age of 74!

(Note: And see Consultations.)

If anyone wants an astrological reading from me, I’m available! Besides gaining insight into the path of your own life, you will also be helping Green Acres Village and Urban Farm to grow and thrive as one new template for suburbia in these critical times on Planet Earth.

Oh and BTW, and I can send you some of my new business cards, if you wish to distribute to others. Thanks!

 

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Psychiatrist Steve Pieczenik: On the mad men who pronounce Trump crazy.

I saw that pronouncement from psychiatrists at a Yale conference as to the state of Trump’s mental health —

It’s Official: Top Psychiatrists at Yale Conference Warn That Trump Has A Dangerous Mental Illness

— and frankly, was appalled at the arrogance. Glad that psychiatrist Steve Pieczenik has called them out, and roundly. Not that I “believe” in either Trump or Pieczenik, but I sure do wonder about anybody — anybody! no matter what their “credentials” — pretending to judge somebody else’s “sanity” in this clearly insane culture still bent on totally destroying both our Earthly home and our natural trust in each other.

Thanks to Kauilapele.

 

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Green Acres Village News: Community Dinner (Chinese!), Tunnel Project news, Mariella’s big move with a little help from her friends

See new post, www.greenacresvillage.org

 

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Hmmmm. New Tool in My Toolbox: Google Search Trends. FUN!

This morning, thanks to the technique employed in one of Melissa Dyke’s Truth Stream Media’s memorable posts,

How Reality Is Being Manufactured

I finally tuned into google search trends. Hmmm. Of course, it might all be skewed in one way or another, given that we’ve discovered that google might be “evil” after all; even so, I found myself running with this technique.

Melissa found trends that showed periodicity over time. Hmmm. Very interesting! Wonder how often that holds true? Meanwhile, I decided to do some trend searches myself. For example, I am aware that “deep state” is now a meme that suddenly appeared recently in the public consciousness, after having been invented by Peter Dale Scott for his 2014 book The American Deep State. Here’s Part 1 of a a recent six part interview with him:

And here’s how it shows up in google trends.

Deep State: Yep. This one flew in from nowhere in December 2016. (Go to the actual url to see the actual timing. I’m just taking screenshots.)

Okay. How about False Flag?

Interesting. False Flag peaked in April-May 2013.

BTW: I don’t know if you’ve been paying attention, but please do notice how we in the alt-media have evolved from taking weeks, then just days, to figure out that any particular destructive event was a false flag. In the past year or so, it seems like we’ve only needed an hour or two. And now, this year, we downright expect one or more false flags as part of the predictive code of the cabal. For example: with so-called Gotham Shield, supposedly on now and for the next two weeks, we’re all just waiting to see if and when what part of this supposed drill will “go live.”

Okay, let’s google search trend Gotham Shield:

Hmmm . . . this one seems to have peaked in October 2014. Why? Oh sure, a TV series. Wouldn’t you know. Predictive programming? 

Okay, now let’s turn from the ugly stuff to what really interests me, permaculture. Well, hey, it’s trending up, slightly. . .

Okay, let’s compare permaculture to organic gardening. That will tell us where we are, in terms of educating the public about this more-than-organic, whole systems approach — to not just growing food, but living on earth in community. Oh wow! The news is good!

Hey, what happens if we add non-GMO to the mix? 

Hmm, non-GMO tracks with organic at a low level. Okay, how about comparing all three to local food?

Aha! Bingo! Permaculture and local food go together in the public mind. YES!

 

 

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On Earth Day: “make of your very flesh a great poem. . .”

“This is what you shall do: love the the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body … ”
-Walt Whitman

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