5 AM walk this morning, on the sixth day of soon-to-be-blistering (chem-trailed? HAARP-ed? I noticed some frequency clouds) heat. Watching the dawn on this second day after Solstice, first day after Full Moon, hanging, huge, near the western horizon.
Afterwards, in my comfy chair with windows wide open and fans blowing (I try not to use AC until afternoon), having just witnessed nature, i.e., THE BEST, of course I was drawn to witness humanity, capable of THE WORST. Always seeking balance, integration of opposites.
Re: the sky above us, check this out.
All sorts of other, what used to be forbidden, “conspiracy” topics, and now moving into the public eye, thanks in part to X. Like adrenochrome (strongest when harvested from the adrenalized blood of terrorized children) for example, which when I google it, now supposedly has 1,050,000 hits. Likely more.
Like Biden’s mask, and clones, doubles. etc.
On and on. The apocalypse (revelation) is gushing forth, stronger and stronger, more and more devastating to anyone who still insists on his or her own conceptual helmet.
Okay. Back to the Beauty. Let go of the Beast. Photos from this morning.
I have been meaning to take a photo of the extraordinary red and purple long, tall gladiolas, which have been gracing the area around the yurt for many days; but the deer must have found them last night! Luckily there are more coming.
We did manage to net this little lovely.
Oh gawd, then there’s the main garden, full to bursting.
And yes, during this extreme heat, all our gardens rely on city water every day. My conspiratorial mind kicks in: what if that gets cut off? We don’t have nearly enough water storage.
