Rittenhouse Aquittal: Perspectives and Implications

November 20, 2021

It turns out that yes, the jury itself turned into a heroic group on the very day of this eclipsed Full Moon that called for heroes to rise up.  Thank you, thank you.

If you recall, there’s a question whether the entire Kyle Rittenhouse drama was a set-up by the black hats.

twitter.com/reallygraceful/status/1461833663889518596?s=20

Thanks to the heroic jury, the set-up obviously not only failed, but seduced the MSM into demonstrating its extreme bias to the max. Drew Holder, on twitter, took the trouble of listing the sheer magnitude of MSM sources who continuously blared out divisive leftist propaganda, calling Kyle a murderer, racist, vigilante, and so on.

https://threadreaderapp.com/thread/1461774470113280009.html

It starts:

Are we surprised that piles of bricks suddenly appeared on city streets, in expectation of riots? The deep state has only one playbook, which keeps repeating, over and over again. Divide and attempt to Conquer.

BORING!

Portland, predictably, not just protested, but it officially turned into a riot. Egged on by the barely veiled language in the Statement by President Biden below? Notice, other protests elsewhere.

I wonder, how many of the cities where protests took place had bricks waiting. And/or, in how many of these cities might have bricks been put there and then removed before they could be thrown, as advised by Clif High?

Meanwhile, let the memes begin!

?Brillaint…. last line especially! https://t.co/erOfqk8mTM

— Kristina Marie Gilbertson (@KristinaM1111) November 20, 2021

Yes, agreed. “Turn the circus off, or at least know you’re watching one.”

Following yesterday’s powerful Full Moon Eclipse that lasted for three hours, the longest in six centuries, UNITED America wins! Apparently, the boy on the right, below, was found not guilty at almost the exact moment as was Kyle Rittenhouse. Divine timing? Hmmm . . . why so much press for the one and none for the other? Weren’t they both charged with the same divisive potential? If not, why not. (I think we know.)

And for those still mesmerized by MSM propaganda, pay attention to the summary below. Some of these facts I did not know either.

https://twitter.com/cathie0011/status/1462090903649193995

Oops, it may be too late for shared custody, thanks to the MSM falling into the Kyle Rittenhouse trap. In which case, Sandman can certainly advise Rittenhouse on how to go about filing, and winning, gigantic libel suits against the MSM.

Finally,  for one much enlarged perspective, see this.

An Ode to Trees!

November 19, 2021

Remember this?

One day, back in the early ’70s, Mom asked me why I no longer go to church. “Nature is my church,” I responded, instantly. “Oh, I’ve heard that one before,” she wisecracked.

My family was Catholic. Nature was not part of our culture, beyond the rare family picnic in a park.

This morning on our walk, puppy Shadow and I were astounded to be greeted with the hushed presence of the two large, mature gingko trees on the Indiana University campus raining down golden leaves. The lawn was already a carpet of gold, and the trees kept raining more down. I felt both stunned and honored to be present at such a great ceremony, one which, obviously, from what was happening, occurs only once a year, and all at once.

I was so wishing I had brought my phone with me to at least take a photo!

The gingko is native to China; here’s one, raining . . .

 

This 1400 Year Old Ginko Tree Rains Down an Ocean of Yellow Leaves in Autumn

Digging further, I was stunned to discover that gingko is the world’s oldest tree, dating back 200 million years, to the Age of the Dinosaurs. Furthermore, it is a single species, with no living relatives.

Peter Crane: History of Gingko, Earth’s Oldest Tree

I was unusually grateful to have been serendipitously present for this beautiful natural ceremony, and noted that it occurred just after I had decided to actually venture out of here, tomorrow night, for really, the first time since the plandemic, to sit in the IU Fine Arts Theater for the movie, The Hidden Life of Trees.

And, to add to that synchronicity, here’s another one: for the last few weeks, on my daily walks, I have found myself singing “The falling leaves, drift past the window . . .”  the lyrics of which, I had actually remembered, in their entirety.

Like anyone who spends time alone in forests, I have long felt the intensely serene atmosphere generated by trees. And like many people, there are times when I reverently hug a tree, or stand with my spine against it, or sit at its feet, to help ground and calm myself when in need. And always, always, I’m so very grateful to trees for their powerful, steady persistence, simultaneously rooting into the ground and reaching for the sun, day by day, year by year, decade by decade, and for some, like the ancient gingko, century after century and even way beyond — vibrating their strong, subtle harmonic into the air which we humans then breathe in, and, if we are very very fortunate, then make our own, if but for a single moment!

In my daily practices — yoga, chikung, taichi — I aim to internalize the tree’s extraordinary capacity to link Above to Below, via their strong, straight trunks. Like a vertical tree, I draw energy up from the sacred earth and down from the holy heavens, circulating this strong intense loving energy through my all-too-human heart to radiate out, in all directions horizontally, a blessing.

It’s my way of giving back.

So you can just imagine how deeply grateful I felt to be admitted into their more shining world during our communion this morning under the ceremony of the golden rain.

I’ll end with this photo, taken a few days ago unbeknownst to me by a friend, of Shadow and me walking through a wonderful treed arch towards the light.