Merla Barberie wrote:
98% Universe and 2% me, I reckon. Just like the pendulum and rods are tools, I am an instrument.Thank you so much, Roger Pye, for your advice and your narratives.
I wasn't always. Seven years ago I underwent an expansion of consciousness which lasted five months and changed me and my life for ever. Is still doing that. During that time I wrote a novel; fantastic in places, boring in others, it contains angels, immortals and mortals, a universe similar to ours only in some respects, two species of humanity (one empathetic, one not), and a group of our-type people, all traumatised, who toil throughout to cure one of their number of his psychologically caused impotency so he can father the child who will defend the Earth against self-imposed destruction in the 21st Century.
Well, I did say it was fantastic, didn't I? Who would ever dream of such a thing?
The novel came from outside of me in the form of pictures, ideas, concepts, thoughts, dreams which I translated into my particular brand of english. I didn't have much time for that because the flow was continuous so the novel is quite strange in parts. Also there are bits I have never read, I become very emotional when I try to.
Charles Rogers is a character in Earth Companions. He's a woodworker about the same age as me, born in England, emigrated to Australia, went back to live near York some years ago. He believes in the value of people (which I never did before '95), that we meet who we are supposed to meet and every contact is important be it short or long. He's lived through anger and fear and learned how to control them. He believes the Universe and everything in it including us did not come about by accident.
Charles has appeared in several of the stories I've written since then, the latest being The Tale of Amanda Higgins. Some of what I have written in the story, and what Charles has said, has come along in a similar way as did the 1995 novel. Take the energyprint concept, for instance. That hit me at about 3am last Friday. I was going to Dalgety that morning; by the time I got up at six, I was jittering about like a bug on the surface of a stream; instead of leaving at 7 as scheduled, I didn't get out of the house until 8.15! The energy was so 'hot' in me I went to Cooma like the car was jet-propelled.
It's feasible. The energyprint, I mean. In fact, I'm going to trial it so if you receive instructions on how to make a pyramid broadcaster, don't be surprised.
Dalgety's a community of 70 people on the banks of the Snowy River. It was originally called Buckley's Crossing after the drover who first crossed the river at that point. It has a hotel (appropriately named Buckley's Crossing Hotel), a caravan park, a small cafe, a public tennis court, a showground, a primary school and at least one church. And the River. And guts with a capital G.The whole thing is fiction. My husband drinks black coffee. I have no idea what the Australian countryside and the houses look like. I just made it up. The cafe is actually the cafe in Oregon. A long time ago I used to take trips across that area because to me it was so beautiful--rolling hills--many buildings and houses that dated from probably the 30s that were untouched. The feeling in that description was a feeling I actually felt 10 or 15 years ago when I wound around on those narrow windy roads, past snow fences on top of rises, and came into a town at lunch time when all the farmers were there.
Many of the cottages are wooden; most would have been built in the 20s/30s .
Don't we all! Sylvia Hammond (central to Earth's Companions and whose husband Manny is impotent) says it's all about truth and acceptance - accepting the truth of something allows one to face it squarely and handle it. "Then will the burden lift from our shoulders, our bodies straighten, and our minds leap out unfettered." Or some such. It works for me!I am rereading RS's ag lectures and he speaks about spiritual science. His idea that oxygen brings in spirit (to paraphrase--I'm not comfortable with throwing around etheric and astral.) has helped me deal with my anger and fear because all I have to do is breathe in the oxygen/spirit through the top of my head to my heart and breathe out the anger. I want so much to get rid of that fear and anger.
My father loved to garden. We lived in Mobile, Alabama, and he had huge camillia bushes. He mustI was born and raised in Eccles, a village of 60,000 people seven miles from the heart of Manchester, England. Today it's part of the city. Our three-story house (with cellars) which adjoined the one next door had a postage stamp back yard with trees all round and smaller front one. Mother grew carnations in the front, Daddy 'looked after' the back. From what I remember (not much) the lawn never grew more than a few inches if that, and Daddy's care was limited to picking up the leaves in autumn with a floor sweeper, I think it was called a ewbank. He had quite a reputation in the street for that.
have been organic. He had bags and bags of leaves that he shredded up and let compost.
I was the youngest of four children; mother was 48 when I was born in 1939, Daddy 49, and they both died in the nineteen fifties. Not given much to socialising or going on holidays, aside from one or two aunts with whom I stayed I knew comparatively little about the family until Katharine did the historical research. It was then I found out about the agricultural background of Emmetts and since of my cousins around the globe who are 'into' farming in various ways in England, Saskatchewan Canada, Melbourne Oz, Christchurch New Zealand. US connections include my cousin Steve Pye (Oklahoma) the grandson of Vice-Admiral William Satterlee Pye USN who was 2nd-in-command of the Pacific Fleet at Pearl Harbour in Dec 1941.
Confidence in your abilities, it is. 'Andy Jackson' now, he thinks energy sensitivity is restricted to some special breed of person who is so in tune with the earth they can't help themselves. James Hedley will tell you anyone can do it. Personally I think there are degrees of 'doing' in dowsing just as there are in everything else. Andy's belief in what radionics and pipe broadcasters can do is so strong he probably doesn't need them at all, he could quite likely put BD500 in one pocket and a map of the farm in the other and do the job himself. And I'm not kidding either.I am going to learn how to dowse. I'm going to make me a ceramic piece for the end of the string. I'm going to dowse soil tests.
Making a pendulum's easy. A crystal on a string or chain, or a small plumb bob ditto. You need to program it though. I'll send you instructions on that. James, please tell Merla how to make dowsing rods - and a pyramid broadcaster while you're at it.
What we need to do on the right-of-way is form a thick thatch of grass, clover and all the otherGround covers - the soil doesn't like being sunburned any more than we do. You could try a few herbs too. Then again some weed-like plants are very attractive.
plants too to make it very hard for a weed seed to get to the soil at all.
Provided the balance equates to the ideal the soil is striving for and not just something we impose on it. I know that sounds esoteric.I have wondered about the concept of balancing the soil--I wonder if this western soil has ever been "balanced" in the Albrecht sense. Should that be the goal for the right-of-way?
In a sense, yes, but only because he probably sees soil as a static medium. I'm sure that's how most conventional farmers see their soil, as a medium they can keep growing crops in without putting back what the plants take out. Put dolomite on soil and water it in, it brings up the Ca level. Grow plants which need (therefore, absorb) calcium, and the level will drop again. Or spray the area with weedkillers which lock calcium up (ie, make it unavailable) and get the same result. Looking after the soil or bringing it into balance isn't a one-shot operation.Brad, the Weed Supervisor, says that changing the soil is a long range job. You put calcium, etc, on it and it changes it for a little while and then it goes back to what it was before. Is he right?
Ah, but they won't follow it, not unless you involve them in the mapping and testing and designing. Maybe what you need is a Landcare group concept. Let me think about this.My original intent was to simply use BD on the county road. I have been side-tracked by Randy, Brad and the Weed Committee to do all sorts of other things instead which take up much more time and which I'm not deeply interested in like I am BD. That's why I want to pull back onto my own land as soon as I can. I have to spend time working with other residents to motivate them to take over the county right-of-way. If I could just interest them in doing hands-on work, after I've mapped and tested and designed a good program for them to follow.
'Sacred' means different things to different people - to some 'untouchable'. But maybe it already is sacred - or was originally. Do you know its history? Could that be used as a motivating tool?My desire to make Rapid Lightning a sacred road.
Re the dowsing, I'd like to try something. You can't send soil or plant stuff to OZ so say you take a handful of soil from the draw from a good bit (growing plants), liquidise it in some rainwater, saturate a piece of absorbent kitchen paper with it and put the paper somewhere it will dry naturally. Then do it again with a handful of soil from a bad bit (growing nothing). When the papers are dry, put a piece of each in an envelope and snailmail it to me at 4 Kauper St, SCULLIN ACT 2614 Australia. I'll dowse them here, you can dowse them there and we'll compare results.
roger
