What happens when we act as if the Earth is not Here?

People take the Earth for granted.  We think everything happens "automatically".  We live on planet Earth.  We breathe the air (or try to), we drink water (or purchase expensive Spring Water, bottled at approved Springs, using approved methods, which can be used by, for example, a Quantum Universe. For example, I use three, for three philosophical properties, needed to create a Universe.  One, Truth, comes from the Fiji Islands and are sold in square bottles.  One, Love is tricky, because more springs "sprung up", in effect, with us ending up with "branching Springs".  This will be a controversy, handled through the marketing and management department of the Eye Blink Universe.

The corporation is Crystal Geyser.  I am working, as a Universe, to make sure we only get the water from their CG Roxane Spring Source water, located close to Mt. Shasta, near California's Mount Shasta at CG Roxanne LLC, Weed, CA.  Zooming in further, we can read the zip code, 94094.  (Note to company, if you're reading this in your dreams:  Just be careful, not to ship spring water to me, from another spring, based on a different area of the country.  Use Mount Shasta.  Thank you!)

So, that takes care of (or not) the first two types of water.  For the third one, I go all the way up to Iceland, Iceland Spring water.  Walgreens carries it  --  Sort of.  Here in North Carolina, Weaver Street Coop, located in multiple places in Orange and Durham county, but in Chapel Hill and Carrboro, leads to several points off of an English exam, I'm sure...  :-)

Iceland Spring Water comes right from downtown Reykjavik, in a walkable space with lots of interesting artifacts, reasons to travel, and/or to look within.   I will be a woman there, some day.

So, with these three waters, you have a way to connect with Planet Earth.  Earth, itself (as well as, perhaps, me) will contact you with the next steps to see if this job (yes, job) will be a good fit.  This is the Infrastructure, folks.  Our government does not seem to want to play fair with us. They are doubling down.  Unfortunately, planet Earth does have ways to defend herself.  I'm acting sort of like as a social worker for Planet Earth at this time. 

First off, trees have LONG memories.  (Murders have been solved YEARS later, due to a body "growing up" with a tree, for example).  So if you're a logging company for many years, we may DEFINITELY have a history with each other.  (This being the spirit of the dead tree, and the person who chopped it down).

This is an overview.  And trees are patient.

So what's it going to be, folks, more treatment of Earth, as the "Porta-Potty", for the human waste?  Or something different?  '

Thank you and best regards,

Kenneth Wayne Parker

Multidimensional Social Worker?

OK.  This is Old Style Blogging now.  I'm in two realities at once.  One of them is a comfortable apartment in North Carolina, which acts as my "crew quarters" for this "mission".  The outside is not so important, as long as the weather doesn't cause problems of its own. 

The other reality is the one I'm "working with", which is  now, getting kind of rough, as much of the "conventional media is in the process of "going home for the weekend".  Yes, I'm talking about you, MSNBC.

It's like we're experiencing the end of the people going out, from bringing us our "news", to the transition to the weekend programming.  I'm blogging from the point of view of the "infrastructure" of it all.  Especially, those who went way out there, where air rates are pretty high, and the turbulence is ferocious.

I've been around (somehow, generically) as a "listener" for many of the cast and crew of the news organization in question.  And they are getting burned out!

And yes, there are layers upon layers upon layers of Infrastructure, that have to be contended with.

To be continued.

The "Dream Social Worker" dreams of helping a man pass over.

Hello,

I experienced a clear enough dream, that I felt comfortable sharing it here.

First, the "objective" part, before I got the clarity at the end:

I'm someone who knows roller-blading, but was unsure of the level of my abilities.  I'm in a mountainous area.  Been in a bazaar that feels like in India, and there was talk of a "fun, roller blade trip", which seemed:  "could be fun".  So I take them up on it.  Then, there's a young, athletic sort who also signs up.  So, while an older man (who might be running the race) describes this to him, I start having second thoughts, but then, find out that I've already committed to the race earlier, when I signed something!  So, after he temporarily disappears with the athlete, he comes back, and invites me to go out with him.  There's a car, with children in the far back, and space in the "near back seat area".  I get in on the left, and the man, running the race, gets in on the left, front passenger seat.  And then they're driving (supposedly on the mountainous course of the race I'm supposed to be in).  The man starts asking me questions and, because it's all I know to do at the time, start answering as Kenneth Wayne Parker!  ("Where were you born?"  "Puerto Rico?"  "Does that make you Jewish"?  "No.  My dad was a Baptist").  And then, the car drives off a cliff, WAY up in the air!  I immediately lie down in my seat and get into as deep of a meditation as I can, waiting for the transition to "dead". After getting deeper, and deeper, I wake up, with an immediate analysis, from "upstairs".

Next, the analysis, from a Dream Social Worker perspective, working in a dream, this time:

First off, Kenneth Wayne Parker is not a Roller-Blade "expert".  I guess much of the dream, I was acting as a "cell" in the body of my client.  It turns out that he [yes, male body] was not only an expert Roller-Blade athlete, but was adept in Eastern Religion Meditation, and had studied the Tibetan Book of the Dead book.  But he, having fore-knowledge of his upcoming death, called for help, and I came.  My main contribution was in the car.  I first assured him that this might be the time, as something strange was going on, by answering the race coordinator as myself, rather than the racer.  And then, right away, the car's off the cliff, and I'm there meditating with him.  And then, they separated only the "waking consciousness" of Kenneth Wayne Parker, who woke up in bed.  Other parts of me accompanied the athlete into the Clear Light, in the Tibetan Book of the Dead. 

This is enough for now.  I may add to the article (rather than simply commenting), and this might even turn into a story in my Alida Chronicles BLOG.

Thank you!