The Day the Helicopter Came to Acornia
I was under the trees. I have an armchair there I sit in for reading right next to my hammock. I experiance true love when I lay in my hammock.
Before the hammck the only time that happened was with a recliner I got from a horse barn down south from here. I left it outside so it would be rained on and sun dried beore putting it in my room. True love....whata chair.
Never the less I was sitting in my arm chair back there in this shade place I use for reading and the helicopter came.
This is a difficult story to tell. It has that belief question that others carry in their eye when I tell about it.
I see the question in their eye as if I just told them I receive messages from the refrigerator motor.
"Yeah, honest, when the refrigerator motor turns on I can hear these voices coming through it. They want me to carry a message to the world"
I may as well have said something like that as to say "There are state investigators searching for nazi's in the cornfield and they suspect me of being one. They circled the farm in their helicopter today."
Of course when you consider the belief problems I've gven the poor unfortunates whose ears I have captured with my story about the missing 93,000 dollars and the questioned integrity of U.S.Conressman, to add such a relatively mundane circumstance of having heicoters chasing nazis through the cornfield is enough for me to lose any social support system I may have had.
Perhaps I should have kept the entire affair as a personal secret between me and the nice people from Alpha Centari who speak through the refrigerator motor.
I'm only clowning around,boys and girls, about the alpha centari communcaton through the refridgerator. But the nazis in the cornfield being chased with state investigators in helicopters is actual..Okay? I have a bad time with this myself.
I looked through the trees and there it was....way up on it's side in a tight circle pattern directly over the hallowed ground of fair Acornia. It was reasonably identical to the way helicopters would circle in the nam. Banked real firmly so line of sight could examine the landing area from the gunner's perch at the side door? Of course there was no light machine attached. Just lttle round porthole windows.
And I knew who was inside. I knew the face of the men searching the ground below.
I had a strange feeling at this point.
Being homeless. Hiding in the woods near my home of 15 years with padlocks and official notices on the doors. Having my benefits taken for preposterous reasons. The extremely dry and remote faces of psyche workers as I futily attempted to get medication. The arrest only days before by the nice policemen who are my friends.
I had a strange feeling as the whopping blades made their circles in the sky above, while I hid under the trees, peeking through the branches.
Hiding. I was hiding. In the woods. And all the circmstances that led to this situation were in contrast before me.
First of all,I thought I wouldn't be paranoid if everyone would stop picking on me. Right? At least it would help.
Then I began to see myself as a spiritual revolutionary. It's my perspective that is being ignored and assaulted by all of these things that have happened these past few whiles that have created this story line.
Thus...I experiance oppression. Denial of my personal truth by irrational societal elements. I carry the light.
I'm correct...they are incorrect. And they can never have my belief unless I surrender it.
Thus...I became a spiritual revolutionary.
Several days earlier was the event which snowballed into this experiance.
I should begin with that.
I don't think linear like most folks. Thats just not the way I put things together. I don't add things up. I don't go marching in mechanical fashion reasoning through a series of crcumstances. For me things have their own order not related to time or presence.
They exsist in a different field of relationship.
Where each carries it's personal energy of signifcance. Sometimes the "one" is in the middle of a time line. The two maybe the origin event.
And this self solving "think" is how I choose to be and think. The elements carry their own motivation.
The linear thinkers are cro-magnum.
And they predominate especially in human organization. The reason or the answer may not be relavent to the circumstances for a spirtual revolutionary like myself.. Yet the reason may be accuratly judged anyway. The answer may be the answer anyway. Inspite of the linearist"s perspective. And their backward reasoning.
Yes!!! A spiritual revolutionary has been "born".
I'll have to continue this later. I'll tell you what happened...the precipitating circumstances which occured earlier that week. Yes.....
To be continued last week.
No..I mean the continuation will begin about a week before the helicpters came to Acornia tomorrow....???
Now..... not being a linear thinker I have some problems with a disassociation in time...and perhaps space. This is because of the distortion of significance and meaning the linearists are prone to. It's like democrats and republicans.
But....trust that the story about the helicoper coming to acornia will continue.
phew!!!
Linearists confuse me.
Viva La Revolutione!!!
Damodara
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More from the mind of Damodara
GGeeessshh.......
I say away for a while and I forget completely how this website building routine works. I got a screen and I'm writting. Thats all I know. Click here, click there..there a click here a click.....
So then....in response to meny enthused readers to keep adding writtings.......there are at least two or three enthused readers, okay?
I'm back.
I've been busy.
It's night.
Beyond the flourescent garage light darkness looms through the open bay door and the night screams with the sounds of insects.
The dog having spent a hard day quaking in fear from the sounds of distant thunder is curled up in dog sleeping mode huddled back behind an old dresser and an air conditioner.....typical old barn junk. She feels safe back there.
She's terribly gun shy this creature. If you clap your hands for her attention she will actually pull away from you. Her fear of thunder is so bad that when we have a low pressure day she quakes.
Simply...scared half to death. Clearly her history is that of a failed hunting dog whose owner basically left the useless "thing" behind one day.
There she goes.....charging across some dream field in pursuit of some dream interest. She's in a dream now, yes.
She's here. And like so meny country nights in so meny different locales, the sound of a train is in a non-discript distance. And here are you..eye to eye with my wonder.
I was off line for a while. Problems problems problems. The house phone was turned off and full payment was demanded. Being as my exsistance is in question day to day I saw this as a squander of resources. So I got a phone in my name and had paid to have it turned on in the barn.
YES! Kiddies, the barn itself. Glorious!
But the day it was to be turned on they had a work action. Thats the politically correct language for a strike. Then the day before the phone was to come on line some wierd letter was recieved by my chum Bill. He parks his heavy constrction equiptmet here. The landlord sent him a copy of a letter he sent to the township "construction official". There's a whole story there I'll tell you in a while.
The letter said something to the effect...I can't find it now it's around here somewhere...that he (construction official) has his (landlords) permission to have the township arrest anyone except the construction thing here. What a thrill.
Last year at this time the landlord decided to bull doze the barn. We were supposed to get everything out.
He changed his mind.
Then he decided to move the house off of the flood plain it has sat on since 1788 so he can build on the flood plain on the edge of the wetlands out the back door and move the old house to a better location.
Nuts right? Well he changed his mind.
Then once he decided to raise the rent three hundred dollars a month. Changed his mind on that too.
When the well pump broke he said.."Everybody out, I ain't fixing it." At least in so meny words.
So we fixed it.
Then he said pay the rent.
Now....a lot of the folks left when he decided not to fix the well pump. We couldn't make rent.
So...go figure.
Personally I think he was running on the 93,000 dollar slander against me. Even though the boss here at the farm was someone else since 1996. February.
But....I have no real proof of the 93,00 dollar slander being involved.. Infact it may just be a case of the sudden onset of adult schizophrenia on his part.
I dunno.
After several raids and associated troubles with the local police....WAIT WAIT WAIT.....I'm rambling.
I'm accused of that often.
But before going on I must stop here and add that the local police have been the least nuts of the authority figures who have fallen prey to this strange disorder that seems to have proliferated in america during my short time in the rainforests of central america in nov of 98.
In January when I returned every body had gone nuts. Cept me.
And the local cops have not been immune to this strange malady. But they are the least nuts. Which is a certain kind of left handed praise I guess. And meny individual people who are not in authority have not gone nuts at all.
The local police...do their jobs and follow orders.
I feel no disrespect for them. But...sometimes they act a little nuts. But they're the least nuts.
Did I go over that enugh?
Everybody got it?
I ain't ass kissing or identifying with my agressers or any of that.
This is how I see it.
There is the question of assholeness to deal with too. Most human societies are peppered with a certain amount of assholeness. Police forces are not exempt from this aspect of the human condition.
So then......I'm back. It's been a struggle but the spiritual revolution must continue.
Here's how the monochromatic flatbrainers think.
One plus one = two.
Where the followers of the multi-dimensional polychromers like myself think...
one plus one.....yes.
Those enslaved by this unidimensional thougt of the flat brainers all have the answer, they all beetle their brains down into this mechanized progression they are prone to, and are able to employ logic and reason to the most absurd conclusions. This was not the intent of greek logic.
This was not the intent of the scientific method.
They have forgotten their human awareness, their awareness of humanity as they stuggle to get the last word.
Rules should be applied to insure HUMAN order, not inhuman order. When needed to insure human order, rules are supports. Rules are not whips.
Human emotion and feelings and poetry just are.
And those things have become the wet stone these flat brainers sharpen their swords on. Rules are weapons to the flat brainers.
It's time for me to leave and saunter up a farmers dirt road lined by 8 feet late summer corn on one side and wilderness on the other.In the dark of night. Dog will stay close.
Time for me to move around a little, before bed.
I slept in the hammock last night.
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The story of the jewel weed and the poison Ivy
To most folks Russian thistles are real weeds and resisted with a vengence. Even grazing against them walking along will give you the itchies. What attracted me to the russian thistles are their purple blooms. Beautiful. And they bloom and bloom and bloom through the summer. Bloom bloom bloom. The sad news is now they have started to turn to silk threads to blow away on the wind...carrying seed.
I've always let them grow because of their bloom.
I saw them coming. A good handfull of years back the first one appeared out on the road side. And it's progeny have migrated up to and past the farmhouse . Probably wandering through yon distant housingdevelopement by now.
I've seen this behavior often in plants.
A field ,you know, isn't static. The patterns of different plants move like clouds across the ground from year to year. In some cases even as the season progresses. Especially the grasses and some others. The biennials like mullein, taking one year squatting to prepare for the eruption into the flowering tall standing stalk of the second year, add an interesting variation to this snuggling of one variety to another.
The most intriguing is the jewel weed and poison ivy snuggle. NOTHING displaces poison ivy except the dirt. And some times the jewel weed. It needs a rich heavy decaying wood base like along a tree line to really grow, and moisture.
Just as the jewel weed does. Remove the the dead fall and the plants would migrate else where.
Add a little wind...and a thorned plant will shred any other plant which competes with it for light space, including poison ivy. Thats why they have thorns, I believe. But the ivy wins. Nothing else can do that. I think it's the chemistry of the Ivy.
It has one viable foe, however. The gentle orange flowered jewel plant.
When it rains the water turn ivy leaves shiny with wet. The jewel weed with it's pale green leaves doesn't get wet. The moisture beads on the jewel weed.
Whyz that? See, the jewel weed and Ivy are at extreme ends of the ph. scale. I believe I read that the caustic agent in the ivy was alkaline. Or it's acidic....not sure now. And the jewel weed which needs the same heavy humus and moist ground as the Ivy has the oposite.
This is why the jewel weed is often crushed aginst the skin where Ivy has poisoned. It nutralizes the castic agent before it can "burn". And, glory of glories, it's always nearby when exposure to Ivy occurrs.
I have seen ivy shredded among the thorned wild rose. But the Ivy takes the ground as the seasons rotate. I think it's that the chemical warfare from the Ivy is a superior device to the mechanical wind assisted weaponry of the wild rose. The only plant that give a fair fight to the spread of Ivy is the extremely gentle jewel weed.
It's a favorite food of the deer. They always chew the tops off the jewel weed.
I've watched jewel weed displace the poison Ivy in the plant snuggling that occurs on wild ground.
And now, along with the silking of the Russian thistle, the orange flowers of the jewel weed are having their turn.
I've heard that a flower is an example of order over chaos. The culmination of victory over the material circumstance of exsistance. The spirit in victory over the world.
When the jewel weed goes to seed it has a kinetic system of seed dispersal. Jiggle the seed pod and the spring triggered
seed flys out....perhaps into the Ivy patch. I can never resist the play I find in marveling over this cute trick of the jewel weed , I trigger pod after pod with glee at the inginuity it employs.
The ivy diseminates it's seed by being pooped out by the birds who eat it's white berries. See.....if you don't have sweat glands the alkaline poison doesn't burn. And nothing but man has the sweat glands. So it's no problem to the birds.
When I trigger the jewel weed pods again....
I'll be leaving acornia. The turn of the seasons will carry my name this year.
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