We got back after sprinting and found the drop near the message board. This week’s message was ~ please send cat food if you have any. I’d understand if it wasn’t a priority during end times but thought, all life is precious, so.. The sack was heavier than usual, so I was hoping! And voila, a medium bag of Friskies! Yeah! Got a bowl, filled it up and presented it to his highness and …nothing. He snubbed it like how could you! Only tuna and mice for me!
After that morning of finding my legs, literally, I realized I might eventually run through the woods like the Three Fates do in the episodes of ThirdEye on The WORD or now on the Lozenge. So, I’ve since been practicing running through the burned area. At first, I was telling myself it was hopeless because I wasn’t judging the distance of the jumps accurately or couldn’t get enough speed to jump high enough and falling. By the end of the first attempt My body was scrapped and bruised all over.
The next day when I first became conscious after an intense night of running through everything, practicing during sleep time, a far safer way I’ve found, a lot of the worst scratches and cuts were fading fast. The one thing I learned was to envision the jump before it happened, over and over again. Also, if possible, to catch a lower branch and use that to propel me over more dead stuff, always getting ready for the next until after a while it all becomes automatic or entrained into muscle memory. So we went out again to the same place and tried it again.
Fubar sits in the road and watches me. After the first go round he decided it was safer to stay behind and be my cheering section. Lol. The first thing I did was to choose a course, map out the strategy, from Bobbys training manual, like height of jumps, limbs I could use to propel me over how much, until I had a picture of it as a rough guide. But accurate split decisions were the key to a successful passage. In the lucid dream I had a flawless performance, that at times felt as though I could do it twice as fast with higher jumps.
The course I picked was an easy one that I could use to find my way with these new abilities. Here’s what Fubar saw.
She walked back and forth to the first fallen tree, sat on it, and came back to me and scratched my ear saying~ ‘wish me luck’ I purred loudly. She jumped over low fallen limbs and trees, swerved to avoid a rock but turned around and jumped onto the rock, then sprang to a lower limb, swung over the large tree and landed on another large one, used that to jump over a pile of brush and into a clearing where she turned and looked back at me with her happy face.
From there on I was making split second moves over more difficult terrain where the trees had fallen into one another and there were few places to land on solid ground. I fell twice, the last time I really hurt my back so limped back and lay next to Fubar in the middle of the road for a while trying to fathom what just happened. I was one of those anime girls not so gracefully moving through a forest on fire, like the wind, without a fear in the world! Oh goddess, I thought, what am I becoming! Like Bobby said, it’s not a bad thing, only just another thing when you need it, which the book calls upgrades to becoming a ‘volver!
Moving thru a jumbled bunt forest that sometimes resembles pick up sticks at a fast pace, negotiating the terrain while almost instantaneously making decisions on the fly while quickly scoping out next, is at first a little trippy but still, an adrenaline rush! The heart races, all senses forced to work in unison for both an intended outcome and always for survival. Even though this is practice, sometime it could be a threatening danger.
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So once my intuition informs me that I should follow a desire, a dream, craving, anything, I know it means that I’m ready but suck at it until I practice it in real time and not just in my dreams or place where everything seems to happen. If new neural pathways are developing with the continued growth of the new third strand, then this special place is the first place that recognizes it.
My inner Cherokee is in full bloom, feeling the horrendous harm done to the planet. As someone pointed out on The Word, it’s a complicated dynamic of transformation, shedding your old skin for a new one, keeping the old but moving on with a whole new operating system. In one way, it’s a lot simpler… value life over death, the individual as sacred and collective for all decisions that affect everyone and honor above all, all ideas that create and sustain the Mesh. Live a connected creative life.
Which goes way beyond hugging trees. In fact, as I continue to feel and organically understand this new inner world, as with most Indigenous tribes, the sacred Mesh, and its health becomes a natural consequence of us in our new skins. It’s impossible not to act in any other way. We are nature, nature is us. We can’t not act like Nature. But in this strange transition, the paradox is active but with restraint. If this place became a Pod, I’d say do it in the unburnt section and leave the burned for terra-restoration.
I believe my changes are slower than Bobbys because a lot of my genetic lineage is relatively untainted by others up until the great migration from the east. My intuition tells me this but have no explanation why. In fact, it seems from my human perspective that it should be faster. Also, I take human vacations from change, losing myself in daydreaming about our first year here and all the crazy things we did before that woman. But he wasn’t the person I thought he was because he had a mask on, not letting me see the real him. That sort of ruins it, although on the other hand, maybe he was protecting me somehow.
The human saying, ‘waiting for the next shoe to drop’, is apt. The two stranded human struggles to understand and adapt to the new emerging reality while heroically holding on for dear life to its stubborn density. Or maybe just to what’s known against what’s not. I can slip back and forth with increasing ease as the one informs the other, changing it. The dance of chromosomes that, as the book points out, seems all pointed towards our survival during the great transition.
