After having predicted the earthquakes in May, Grandfather Joseph Rael sees hands — our hands — working to heal Mother Earth in June. He writes: 


"Maa-neh" (hand) is the vibrational sound for "to manifest divine placement" on disturbed land. 

The person's hands can be used on the earth in the garden areas and other places where the earth has seen hard use. Work can be done with one's hands to mend the devastation of earthquakes, tornados, hurricanes, floods, and fires.

In the month of June, more and more people will go towards solar energy use at all levels. Individuals will begin small family-size gardening plots. More than ever before we will see reverence for Mother Earth and a return to the land as a basis for life. Renewal is in the beginning stages in June.

                                                                        Beautiful Painted Arrow

Joseph's Painting of the Metaphor of the Fault Lines

A Geologic Formation

The fault lines on the Earth's surface are a metaphor of how thinking faults separates us too. However, when thoughts are spoken that is when reconciliation can occur between two people in conflict.

Orgasmic Wealth

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Touch My Art, Touch Me.

The Q n R questions over this weekend while I was away are so synchronous with who I am, and what I've been up to lately that I was going to  do a big Q n R blog to catch up in a day or two.

Then along comes the Touch Question, and  it is the answer to all of them:

What makes me feel wealthy?
Touching You, Touching Me
Let's me and you go touch somebody together.

What sets off my creativity? 
TOUCH
Skin to Skin
Fur to Fingers
Texture to Tongue
And I play with my food

Where do I find art in my life?
My fingertips
Watch just for a few minutes, you'll see.

My more of my art lives here at  Touching Art--

How do I handle Change?

I love where I am going more than I love where I have been.
Touch the Moment

I love you. Let's Touch.

So,

I am in my studio yesterday, working away with the PMC with the radio on, and the NPR news tells me that Mr. Bush stands up telling Congress and the American people to let BIG OIL drill in our   coastal waters and the Arctic preserve... Cause, like, we got no choice now, duh.

NOW he plays his hand, at last.  Manipulate, terrorize, maim, murder, invade, and neglect till we twist on a wire, and say, GO AHEAD Take the oil in the Gulf and the Tundra. Tell us anything. We love it when you lie to us...   Abuse me one more night and say you love me.

Damn, my blood was boiling.

Message to Congress, don't prove that your collective body is at the end what it was at the beginning of the Bush Error:  a lard assed, lily-livered, fart headed, jelly spined weakling.

You signed off your (our the people's ) powers to the executive and allowed the immoral war.
Don't let them scare you into sucking more oil out of the earth to continue the madness.

Stand up to the mother fucker, and say NO. And go out and fund some alternatives, create a REAL ENERGY policy, thirty years late, but it is now or never.

Knuckle under now, and Kiss your arse goodbye.

OH, United States of the American continent, somebody has stepped on your anthill, and you are running in a blind frenzy. The one with the boot isn't blind or frenzied. It's calculating and cool and waiting for you to say Uncle.

Antlings of America, wake up and know that you are god!

To the gods and goddess of Gaia, let's show the way. That is why we came together here.

OK, I am ready to get back to the studio. That's were I change the world. Then I'll dig in the earth. I don't have monthly blood to feed her any more, but I can feed her my daily attention and gratitude.

Love,
DC

After my rant yesterday, I need a hug.

Not a butt in the air, no touching below the waste hug.

Not a one armed we used to be lovers, but I'm dating someone else now hug.

Not a quickie hug.

Not a bear hug,
 
Not even a heart to heart hug.

I want a melting hug.
And I am going out to find one today.

Which means I have to dare to give somebody a melting hug today.
Giving a melting hug means I dare to be uncomfortable until I melt.
More, it means I dare to be with the other persons discomfort till he or she melts.

We're uncomfortable melting into another person's presence, body, even our lovers
and certainly not other people, definitely not fully clothed in public places.

I am getting out of my comfort zone today.

People, our comfort zone is killing us!

Dare to be uncomfortable for a few seconds.
Give and receive a melting hug.

Sometime, soon.

Today would be good.

Here's what happens when I quietly take my coffee naked in the garden, sitting on my rock (cold!) bench. Pouring rain when I awoke, misty juiciness now.

Bumble bees making whoopie with the raspberry blossoms over my right shoulder.
A lone chirpy cricket somewhere in the mud.
Birds thrumming their wings purposefully as they each claim their favorite place for bug catching.
Back and forth, again and again. Hungry nestlings!
Snatches of song, strictly business. . .

Cedar waxwings untie the sweat lodge. Seems late for nest building, but maybe they need repairs, enlargements.

Someone is watching me.

Look down the lane, I am transfixed, held in the gaze of a doe.

Her smooth brown haunch as solid as earth, her strong stem of a neck alert.

White flag tail casually twitches at a fly.

We gaze and  gaze and gaze, until I feel her inside of me, tailbone to crown.
At that moment, she relaxes back into her browsing of raspberry canes on the ledge,
glancing at me occasionally.

She slowly walks to the east, through the raspberries, I see her glance up at me between chews. Then she presents her broad left flank to me as she crosses back west across the path.

My coffee cup is empty, my heart is full.

Waiting for Gaia pages to load. Well you asked.
It is very frustrating and prevents me from participating more than I do.
I have a fast connection and fast computer. It's Gaia that sends me down the rabbit hole, on both my Mac and PC.

So I am waiting for Gaia to do whatever it takes to improve the functionality of this website.

I stay because I love and I am loved in return.

I'll play when I don't have to stand in line for my ticket or watch my token drop through the grate.

Sigh.


(2nd attempt... I'm waiting!)  tap tap tapping my little toes

Busy weekend. Saturday morning orgasmic shopping at the Farmer's Market, and afternoon messing around the house with laundry, email and I don't remember what. I worked in the garden and the woods, transplanting the eggplants, but first digging up another stone, as big as the heart stone, but this one decidedly masculine in energy. Not phallic but masculine all the same. Then wandering throughout my woods choosing sweat lodge saplings mostly alder and some young birch. One maple that insisted. Doing some magic. Doing. no just being out there works magic. and I stopped to smell the roses, literally. There is a wild white climbing rose that blooms clear to the top of a birch tree in the edge of the woods. I  stood there till I  was drunk.

Have you heard that Rose is the Fragrance of God? It is the highest vibration of any living thing on the planet. Do something with organic wild rose petal: rose tea: collect petals in a pitcher or jar and cover with water.  Set in the sun. Blend with green tea or fresh lemonade!  Rose oil infusion. Rose and red clover: no cancer ever.

I am going out later to harvest rose. I have rose essential oil. It is powerful and extremely expensive. I digress, but thanks for the reminder. I had forgotten than I can bring rose into the house.

Dance Saturday really great music and fun. I ate ants.

Crunchy. 

My friend brought stirred fried, smoky bacon tasting homemade fried ants from Guatemala. They taste better than raw slugs, but I did feel my snout grow long and pointy and my tongue get skinny and capable of spiralling down holes... I think I'll stop now.

Sunday I went with friends to pick organic strawberries I have never had such good strawberries since child hood and organic hadn't been invented then.

Then I worked my computer job and went crazy from being inside the computer. I spend a couple hours in the woods, planning to build the sweat lodge, but hornets had taken over the space. I have to move the lodge. Some lovely hard labor in the fog working up a sweat and an appetite. I was out there till nearly full dark. Coyotes and wood thrush, a strange chorus.

I came home to the house and it was still dark. Power out.

I took advantage of the hot water tank for a quick shower: have to wash off the ticks.

Then I build a fire in an old wok. Set it up safely on the porch -- pouring rain -- and cooked a fish stew: stock already made, just add fresh fish and some curry seasoning. Watched fire in the pot, and fireflies in the trees, and ate satisfying hot food while the rain dripped.

Then I went to bed. Early for a change.  I love it when the world goes dark and silent, for a little while.