SNOW TOTALS – RED WING 8 INCHES, SO FAR OCT. 21st 2020

Wet, sticky stuff. Turned to block’s of ice coming out if the snowblower.
On Oct 21, 2020, at 1:22 AM, rth <rayhowe> wrote:

SNOW TOTALS – RED WING 8 INCHES, SO FAR OCT. 21st 2020

Mikana 10 day you got SNOW comin’

Hunza, Pakistan

I believe this in the North near the China border.
On Oct 16, 2020, at 7:33 PM, rth <rayhowe> wrote:

Drought Map for Oct. 15th 2020

Hunza, Pakistan

Witchery by David Shields


David Shields Witchery

Those who go into the margins of settlement, to the places where the slope is too steep, the water too distant, the forest too dense, will encounter curious people. There’s a type of person who finds the last farms congenial in the upcountry. The public schools did not matter too much. Or even churches. Stores and garages were visited every once in a while.

Three years ago I when I went on the trip to verify the existence of the Dyehouse Cherry, I traveled these areas looking for surviving chinquapins, the dwarf chestnuts, that had largely vanished from the landscape from blight or root rot. But patches survived on stony outcrops in the NC, SC, GA, TN, and Ky mountains.

The people I met did not conform to any stereotype of Appalachian hillbilly or backwoods primitive. Many claimed descent from the Cherokee, even those whose face and figure made you think of Scotland or Ireland. Native knowledge was reckoned power in the areas beyond Burning Town in NC or between Nelse and Wolfpit in eastern Kentucky. Adults will rarely talk to a young person they don’t know. But someone in their upper 50s or 60s, not wearing a suit or a uniform, they will speak with.

They will speak about plants, if they know them. But you quickly learn there are categories of plants they will not speak of. One are the valuable plants that people from outside the region have over-foraged: ginseng, ramps, wild rhododendron. The other is “witchery plants”—poisonous items, psychotropic plants, and odd items you can’t figure out why they are so classified. I got great information when I asked about chinquapins. I got nothing when I asked about truth tell tea or henbane.

Once I did get a response to my inquiry about henbane. “If you want to know about that kind of stuff, you have to ask Mister Rackle.” When I asked how to contact him, I was informed “he don’t live nowhere. He sleeps in his car.” And the car? A huge old 70s Buick that has been painted “with signs.” “If you stay more than a week hereabouts you’ll spot him.”

I make it a point not to mess with root doctors or “healers.” Too much randomness there. But as I was eating breakfast at the Huddle House in Dillsboro NC, I looked up and found an austere looking man in a clean white shirt standing by my table. “I hear you may be looking for me.”

“Are you Mr. Rackle?”
“Byron Rackle. My mother liked poetry.”
“You are a herbalist they tell me.”
“I know the virtues of plants. The wild plants, not the tame ones.”
“I’m trying to find truth tell tea.”

He shook his head no. “You won’t find that. It’s controlled by the women connected with the Cherokee Bride of Jesus Christ.”

“I didn’t know such a bride existed. Does this woman have a name.”

“She gave up her name when she took Jesus’ ring. There are 12 Indian Brides, each for different tribes,and she is the second most powerful.”

“Do you know what plant it is?”

“It ain’t one plant but four. Including one you was asking about, henbane . . . devil’s eye. You may know too much for your own good.”

I decided I had to cut this line of inquiry short, and asked, “have you heard of a plant that restores memories?”

He nodded yes. “It’s a plant wise people do not use. Memories go away because of good reasons. The past will bear you down! Canada lettuce can do it.”

“”Let me write that down. Do you have any plants with you?”

He nodded yes. “But you aren’t ailing in any way that I can see. You don’t really need help from the plants.”

“No I’m not sick. I’m just curious about plants.”

He frowned and looked at me. Finally, “I am curious about plants too, but only in their powers. You aren’t curious about the powers of plants so much. You just what to know what they are. There’s too many plants out there to be curious that way. Here’s my advice. Stop looking for all these plants you don’t know nothing about. You don’t got what it takes to hold the power in the wild plants.”

He got up and turned to the door. “At least you ain’t evil. When I first heard of you I worried that you were up to witchery. You know what the Bible says, you shall not suffer a witch to live. Then I wonder whether you was a witch killer and were coming after me. But I am not one of those. I DON’T misuse the power.

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The God of Einstein

When Einstein gave lectures at U.S. universities, the recurring question that students asked him most was:
– Do you believe in God?
And he always answered:
– I believe in the God of Spinoza.

Baruch de Spinoza was a Dutch philosopher considered one of the great rationalists of 17th century philosophy, along with Descartes.

(Spinoza) : God would say: Stop praying.

What I want you to do is go out into the world and enjoy your life. I want you to sing, have fun and enjoy everything I’ve made for you.

Stop going into those dark, cold temples that you built yourself and saying they are my house. My house is in the mountains, in the woods, rivers, lakes, beaches. That’s where I live and there I express my love for you.

Stop blaming me for your miserable life; I never told you there was anything wrong with you or that you were a sinner, or that your sexuality was a bad thing. Sex is a gift I have given you and with which you can express your love, your ecstasy, your joy. So don’t blame me for everything they made you believe.

Stop reading alleged sacred scriptures that have nothing to do with me. If you can’t read me in a sunrise, in a landscape, in the look of your friends, in your son’s eyes… ➤ you will find me in no book!

Stop asking me “will you tell me how to do my job?” Stop being so scared of me. I do not judge you or criticize you, nor get angry, or bothered. I am pure love.

Stop asking for forgiveness, there’s nothing to forgive. If I made you… I filled you with passions, limitations, pleasures, feelings, needs, inconsistencies… free will. How can I blame you if you respond to something I put in you? How can I punish you for being the way you are, if I’m the one who made you? Do you think I could create a place to burn all my children who behave badly for the rest of eternity? What kind of god would do that?

Respect your peers and don’t do what you don’t want for yourself. All I ask is that you pay attention in your life, that alertness is your guide.

My beloved, this life is not a test, not a step on the way, not a rehearsal, nor a prelude to paradise. This life is the only thing here and now and it is all you need.

I have set you absolutely free, no prizes or punishments, no sins or virtues, no one carries a marker, no one keeps a record.

You are absolutely free to create in your life. Heaven or hell.

I can’t tell you if there’s anything after this life but I can give you a tip. Live as if there is not. As if this is your only chance to enjoy, to love, to exist.

So, if there’s nothing after, then you will have enjoyed the opportunity I gave you. And if there is, rest assured that I won’t ask if you behaved right or wrong, I’ll ask. Did you like it? Did you have fun? What did you enjoy the most? What did you learn?…

Stop believing in me; believing is assuming, guessing, imagining. I don’t want you to believe in me, I want you to believe in you. I want you to feel me in you when you kiss your beloved, when you tuck in your little girl, when you caress your dog, when you bathe in the sea.

Stop praising me, what kind of egomaniac God do you think I am?

I’m bored being praised. I’m tired of being thanked. Feeling grateful? Prove it by taking care of yourself, your health, your relationships, the world. Express your joy! That’s the way to praise me.

Stop complicating things and repeating as a parakeet what you’ve been taught about me.

What do you need more miracles for? So many explanations?

The only thing for sure is that you are here, that you are alive, that this world is full of wonders.

– Spinoza

10 day forecast for Mikana

Drought Map for Oct. 6th 2020