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A gopher ran over a sleeping z, gophers are silent and perfect for sneaking into and out of camps. This one had to emit a short high pitched screech to wake up z who was sleeping like a log. When the gopher noticed z waking up, it dropped a small note by his face. z thinks What is this? Oh, it is expedited gopher delivery of a raven's dispatch. z opened the note and read, the note saying You will hear coyotes yipping on the fortnight, this will signal their return from annual vacation, location not disclosed---- Opossums have been aware of the situation since before the beginning-- @goldisheavy says that if the troupe was within twenty minutes of his apartment, he would gladly join up, however the Troupe is beyond the range of a twenty minute hypersonic flight--- gih, adds, good luck on the journey---maybe next time, if you happen to be within twenty minutes of my apartment---- blue eyed snake and i like turtles were sipping, either coffee or tea, idk, heck, it could've been honey mead as the dawn approached, ambient magenta light covered the meadow. z looked over and said, "Ive just had the strangest experience." I like turtles said, "we noticed the gopher drop the note off to you." "Not that, before the gopher, @Vmarco stopped by and showed me a vision of the temple he has been staying at. There were joyous temple dogs laughing, wagging their tails, even the ones whose tails had been cropped." z said. "Temple dogs with cropped tails?" sssssspoke blue eyed snake. Z stood up and said " Yes, all the temple dogs were pit bulls."

Good Stuff !!

z became disinterested in the reality of reality and the meaning of no meaning. Looked over at questionmark, thinking of when he saw that silhouette a few nights earlier, when he was in the hollow poplar tree with Owl. It tugged at him then; that swirly q reminded him of a long lost friend, a familiar look. A brilliant disguise? z looked for clues, not trusting his intuition, this was weird. He looked past the obvious; apech's sub title of his previous message, there to read for those who read. z's mind went empty when he turned his gaze towards Nungali's fire. There was a brief thought, Nungali; bushman of fire and ice. Then z dozed off, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Z stepped in, stepped up to the blaster of joe, and asked, "Are we enemigos?" The blaster of joe adjusted his sunglasses, and said, "of course not brotha." They fist bumped and broke into laughter. "I have some cool pictures to show you Z" "Sounds good," replied z. @Aetherous said, "We have no need to fight over Mt. Daobumis, we have our own sovereign territory where we reside peacefully." Z nodded in the affirmative and added, "There is room throughout the web for each of us Dao like cultivators groups to expand and find those who seek us out for our experiences. Do not some bums also visit OD? @Cleansox comes to mind. And the fracture caused hurt on both sides, it didn't decide who was right, it only decided who was left here and who left for there." @windwalker was watching this scene intently. Z continued, "I am grateful that marblehead wasn't around to see that all go down." Z turned away, perhaps wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

I sensed some good energy rising Friday, the 4th. Yet, it remained somewhat subtle. Yesterday, Saturday, the 5th, stronger, surging, undeniable.

Thank you for that information. The Troupe huddles together in solidarity support for @Bindi

to quote a wise white cat "It's Shakespeare, mate" Brief intermezzo ends, the Troupe bravely enters ACT II albeit somewhat unstabled....

BRIEF INTERMEZZO------END OF ACT ONE---THE MEANING OF NO MEANING-----

Z and the small recon group make their way back to the main group, he is trying to talk but has lost his voice. @Nungali splashes z with a bucket of ice water containing chunks of ice, "Get hold of yourself, we already have @liminal_luke ranting around like a babbling loon, saying he has encountered a large breasted blond" Nungali yells at him. "On a related note, I was given a message to give @Bindi" Z said while coughing out small chunks of ice. Nungali inquired, "What message?" "Please find Bindi." Z implored Bindi made her way up to z, who had shards of ice falling from his nostrils. "Please overlook me in this condition, but I have a personal message from the wayfairie tumbir aka @deci belle to be delivered to you." "What message?" Bindi asks. Z looks over to make sure Nungali is present to also hear of this message. Z also looks to make sure Nungali has no handy bucket of ice water. "I need to scrawl a diagram." Z reaches in his backpack and finds a note pad and pencil. Z then draws a pentagram that when looked at turns into a pyramid. Bindi and Nungali raise their eyebrows but wisely say nothing. the wayfairie tumbir said to say this after I scrawled this, to quote-- "Reality has no meaning, it just is as it is. Seeking meaning in things (body, mind, society, events— the four empty names) is just the perpetual result of mental agitation of the intellectual apparatus. Seeking anything is simply over-stepping upright immediate acceptance and selfless response to reality as is. By virtue of this psychological momentum, habit-energy provides an arbitrary construct based on the personality’s endless quest to seek ascendancy over the fundamental reality of causeless unity. It is just evidence of self-servility habituated to death-seeking energy constituting karmic bondage. Living sane energy is open awareness no different than your own mind. That which is self-evident is immediately known without discriminatory awareness habitually seeking reasons for meaning. Knowing the taste and temperature of water as you drink it is experience beyond the ken of meaning. Further removed is speculative processes rationalizing (comparing) data. Eschewing habitual intellectualism until it ceases to be a psychologically compulsive activity is the basis of self-refinement." Z, then said, "The message I was told to give you was actually about seven times longer than what I could remember." I apologize for my fragility of mind in this important moment, but that recon trip was a bit overwhelming." Z yells for @Apech the white cat appears in front of Z. Z asks, "When we were coming down from that cave, did you notice a @soaring crane fly overhead?"

Then Z picked up dwai, dusts him off, the squirrels were galloping in excitement, not sure what to do. Crows all over the place were caw cawing. Z tells dwai, "To answer your reverie, it is both, shake it off, we need you and we need to press onward."

Owl returned as quickly as had left, “They’ve broke camp and embarked on their journey.” Z told his critter allies, “I have gone to join them. Squirrels, stealthily, tag along the troupe so that we have you close by. Owl, of course you are Ranger Night Commander, Crows, set up sentinels, keep watch ahead of us, beside us, and behind us.” Old Crow said, “That is exactly what we always do Ah ah ah.” Gray fox said, “I will contact gopher, in case the troupe needs something shuttled in or out. Gopher can relay with the squirrels. I wait for Raven’s return and will update Raven, Coyote, Opossums of the troupe breaking camp and on the move.”

The barred owl, z, small group of crows, a couple of squirrels, and a gray fox are huddled inside the forest ranger mobile command center within a hollow poplar tree. The gray fox spoke to the group of forest rangers, gathered in the mobile command center within the hollow poplar tree, “I have come straight here from my observation post where I was watching the “campers” who still remain in the small meadow and campfire continues to burn. Old Crow said, “We can see the campfire flickering from here, what are they up to?” Gray fox said, “You don’t have to be rude, I am about to tell you.” Old Crow said, “Yes, get on with it.” Gray fox rolled his eyes, then continued, “So far they seem harmless. They haven’t fell any live trees, only downed dead ones. They are doing the usual campfire stuff, you know, telling a few ghost stories and past lives experiences. I don’t see any reason to notify the opossums about this.” Old Crow asked, “Is that it? Some ghost stories and past lives experiences.” Gray fox answered, “Yes, that’s it, except there are new arrivals.” Owl spun his head half way around, “Whoooo?” Gray fox said, “Bindi is there now too, and I sniffed out a ralis track.” Z fell off his perched position a little higher up on a limb, landed with a thud. The squirrels responded to check him out. Z grumpily told them, “I’m alright, I’m a tough old bird.” The squirrels backed off, “Ok dude who thinks he’s a blue jay or whatever.” Z asked Gray fox, “Are you sure it is a ralis track?” Gray fox said, “Quite sure, no doubt about it,” Z followed up his inquiry, “Are there exclamation marks there littering up the meadow ?” Gray fox replied, “Yes, but none were uttered by ralis, but I know a ralis track when I see one.” Z said, “Very well. That raven is a bit slow returning from coyote. With this track thing, I think it best to keep the opossums contact lines open. There have been no reports posted from trees, flowers, from none really. We can keep a casual eye on it for now. Thank you all for your kind efforts.” Just then, Owl flew off in a hurry using stealth mode.

Good question, Luke. And I do not have any citation to post. I've been feeling the energy surging, although I understood, it isn't quite that time. Yet, very close. And I wanted to give bums paying attention the heads up; get ready! I chose the 4th because it is about halfway from the new moon to the quarter moon. I may not be exactly spot on, I'd wager I am dang close. I feel it. And any day now, It's gonna start feeling better and better. As you know the moon waxes and wanes. Waxing is approaching the peak, waning is declining. Re-cycling is a good word. Yin and Yang. If something is in its Yin state it is transforming towards Yang. Conversely, something in yang state is transforming towards its Yin state. This is how the pattern of the Hexagrams works. Like the moon approaching full, then dimming. Where I am , there are four seasons. Winter is transforming towards spring. The earth is waking up from its dormant state. Here, at least this is true. So, a disclaimer. If you are down in Bolivia, or south of Ecuador, southern Africa, land of Kangaroo, etc ---- Latitude and longitude probably factor in. Maybe here where I am at, it will be tomorrow, maybe where blue eyed snake is, it will be the 6th. I am not a scholar on this stuff. I am not a scientist about it. I am a sensitive internal energy artist tuned in with the subjectivity of it. Internal Energy is my dope. I am a fiend and pay close attention to it. For a more precise numerological answer, we should probably ask @Taomeow

obviously not whew--- careful with that keyboard, eugene

heya silent thunder----thought I would touch base-- is everything ok? and that isn't even a bad joke on a worn out cliché, not a rhetorical question either, never is everything ever ok. there are a small handful of medicines that offer relief from the wide spectrum of maladies. For me, I can venture deeper into the forest and converse with the Spirit of Nature. this isn't practical for most folks, although, I expect that you understand it. for some the mountains work, for others the desert or plains, for some the sea, for some the activities of the city. Hippocrates, Galen, Freud, Bergson, all gave us their views on laughter as therapy. One of my main influences for this thread is Francois Rabelais; a highly regarded physician of his day. a surgeon, a priest. Highly talented, one of the great deep humanist thinkers of the Renaissance. In the midst of the plague, with the powerful church ruling over France, Rabelais observed that even a crude sick joke often proved powerful medicine. Rabelais said , "the best medicine." I do hope that not everything is not ok. I'm not prescribing anything. You don't necessarily have to read Rabelais Gargantua and Pantagruel, or watch the three stooges, benny hill, chaplin, buster keaton, steve martin, or any other comic genius. but whether appropriate or not, i hope some levity finds its way to you today.

Meanwhile, just up the ridgeline inside a hollow poplar tree,,, Owl & z were listening to a small group of crows that were sharing their observations, concerning these “campers”. Old Crow said, “some of them are talking about sending ethereal transmissions” A passing by squirrel out seeking a nut, chimed in, “oh yeah, the O at a D bunch.” “Ah ah aha hah ah ha, not exactly those, but they do hang out with them.” said a younger crow. Old Crow continued the debriefing, “around this time the white cat, quite likely the leader of this expedition, offered his tip to the snake.” Owl’s head spun around, “whooooo” Younger crow said, “You forgot about the O to the 3, to the B fellow who brought a sweet song, anyways the snake appreciated the tip. I think they’re just here for a good time. And then ssssshe sssssnake slithered a little closer to O to the 3 to the B, cozing closer. making those irresistible snake eyes at him.” Old Crow said, “ You seem to be observing this snake more than the others. How about 9, 10, dao? And I think they gonna be out here among us for awhile, they’ve been splitting a lot of wood.” Younger crow said, “yes, he is interesting, doesn’t say a lot but I can tell he is wise. Ah ah ha cha cha caw ah ah ahhhh, then the down under bushman said how hard tips were rare to find where he was from.” Old Crow said, "Perhaps something is lost in the translation, somehow." Owl’s head spun back to reset, looked at z. Z said, dispatch a raven to the coyote, also, notify the opossums, we may require their expertise on this matter, for them to stay at the ready, wait for our call.”

trichomes begin clear, turn to white, then to amber. I usually harvest with mostly white trichomes. Most let it get to at least half amber before they harvest, i think, i've heard anyways, many YT videos I'm sure. With the increased amount of amber trichomes, the harvest will have more weight, due to the added growing time. I just like the white ones, seems less sleepy in effect. depends on what anyone prefers I guess. I had been told by a mentor that the white ones have higher thc than the amber. I never thought to actually confirm that, he never steered me wrong, but just now I did look it up, and yes, I was taught right. https://cannabisgourmet.net/milky-vs-amber-trichomes/

Early to bed, early to rise, yeah. As I was just about to settle down into the quietude of meditation inside this hollow poplar tree that has been my shelter the past few nights; I heard the crackle, saw the flicker of light, heard some indistinct chatter, then I recognized a cat’s meow. A snake ssssspeaking sssssoftly…. Is that a bushman from down under, in these woods? How the heck,,, I heard the quiet, thoughtful stepping of a medicine man. I motioned the barred owl out the way, so I could climb up, to look outa small tree hole window, what is the disturbance going on? I saw a punctuation mark sloshing through the edge of the treeline as it opened to a small meadow. Is that a comma? Knope, a questionmark. That swirly q silhouette revealed itself as it approached the campfire. Then the bushman and the snake, well I’m knot sure what, but seemed meaningful to them. I dropped back down, looked at the owl who was as perplexed as me. The owl decided to do a fly by reconnaissance, gather a bit of intelligence. Upon the owl’s return, it reported that that bushman had said to someone we hadn’t realized was even there. The bushman said to this creature who arrived with a couple of nocturnal dragon flies; a darner and a skimmer. According to the owl, bushman said, “m r knot.” And then the other one said, “m r 2. M r passerby !!” Owl continued, “punctuation mark made a punctual comment.” “Were there any exclamation marks present?” I asked. The owl said, “knope.” Ah, I stroked my beard, just as I thought, no ralis there. “Did a large Sprite, fire flies, and izzza, whatever that is arrive in a vehicle? I asked owl, Owl chortled as barred owls are prone to do. “As I was leaving the campfire, I let them know I was there. Who cooks for you, who, who cooks for you all?” “And did they answer?” I asked. “Knope, but it was an uber and it was pizza, soft drink, and fries.” “An uber? What a strange night this is.”

I can see why its called ice. the trichomes look frozen. draco, i unhid your posts on this thread, that I saw, anyways, it was a glitch in the software, that hid them. they have to be manually unhid by a mod. as I happen upon these hidden posts, I will make them reappear. I'm a magician like that.

I've always been true to the green. So to speak, there were times when my enthusiasm cost me money (fines)( loss of herb) and time (incarceration). After one bust; a Sherriff told me, "Yes, I put your name in the paper. It's advertising for you; I said it was top quality. Even listed your address, so folks know where to buy off you." Then he asked for a political contribution, nothing major, he said, "500 to 5,000, somewhere in there." assuring me, that until election, I wouldn't have to worry about him coming back around. This post I want to mention, Hemp. a few posts back, @ralis posted that possibly. and possibly is a key word, Kentucky might do the right thing with marijuana. This is a complex issue. Traditionally: Kentucky, California, Oregon, and Hawaii, were considered by high times magazine, year in, year out, as the top four for growing this marvelous herb. Depending on the details of the bill, will determine if its the right thing or not. Some states have legalized marijuana and by doing so, put the screws to producer and consumer alike. Back to Hemp. Kentucky, traditionally was also a major player in the hemp industry, being the nations preeminent producer of hemp. University of Kentucky a few years back started a pilot program to once again produce hemp, legally, in Kentucky. The Kentucky Department of agriculture granted 445 licenses for hemp growers to cultivate 12,000 acres and 140 hemp handlers and processors for 2021. These numbers are significantly lower than , 2018, 2019, 2020. https://www.hempgrower.com/article/kentucky-department-agriculture-reports-drop-hemp-farmers-data-2020/ Possibly?? due to the pandemic? IDK It's been tough times for everyone, I reckon. On a positive note !! the past two years have seen the green we love experience a Boom in statewide production. Quality high, prices low. And many folks who live in states where recreational weed is legal, Illinois, Michigan, choose to travel here to purchase their herb.