Through My Eyes                                             


Sunday July 25
 

             (We continue reading of Perelandra!)

"...our first preoccupation was with finding out about the garden in which she appeared to have outstripped Courtney, Podolinsky, Hieronymus, or even Lisle, producing, as she put it, enough extra food to feed Philadelphia, all from about a quarter- acre plot, without the benefit of Carlson, Hamaker, or BD preps, either sprayed or broadcast from a cosmic pipe. Nor does she water her garden, except at the moment of planting. Thereafter, not a drop, even in the summer of 1986 when the Federal Government declared Virginia (and several eastern states) an agricultural disaster area because of the drought, or the equally bad summer of 1988. While all around her well-mulched gardens withered in the sun, Perelandra stayed fresh and bright, leading her neighbors to suspect her of being a witch."  
(A remarkable array of energy techniques is mentioned all based on attunement! )  I promise to add more tomorrow...




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Through my eyes




 * pictures courtesy of A luminous Diamond (Bright) Crystal Show productions.                                    
   writing courtesy of Peter Tompkins and Christopher Bird in their book Secrets of the Soil.


 ( Tahshi Deleh, gentle beautiful one! Kehrahng kusu debo yinpeh? I began the day  in our studio spinning for you and continuing work on the weaving then headed up our precious snow mountain to continue scything around the trees and native plants. Working two as one we've gotten a lot done and much of it is completed. Of course there are a few more driplines to repair as usual. After that I rested by your Medlar tree for awhile before heading to our studio to work on our a land of Tibet. I'll add our wildflowers then put this up so we can rest.
And so, as always we'll continue two as one on  to tomorrow
                                                    my one gentle beautiful patient dream bright
                                                                             long dark mane in sunlight
                                      so for now I bid goodnight...Simjah Nahngo! )
  ( please see my spinning for you!)                               .