Dews-day One

Hello Evolver folks, some of whom I know and some of whom I don't.

Thanks to our own brilliant resident Evolver astrologist, Adam Sommer, and his recent decision to post a weekly Moon-day astrology report, I was blessed (?or distressed¿) by my own provision to post a weekly dews-day discussion, and you're currently reading the bleeding of the inaugural post.

I like to write, but I hate writing. These posts will be varied and I could care less if they become buried, for though I like righting, I hate to right. I need to write myself right now though for disciplinary seasons, and although Adam's weekly posts are new they gave me something to look forward to, and perhaps these may dew for you.

The only adequate subject for this first post is evolver itself. I have been somewhat active on RS and evolver since their inception, and unlike Christopher Hopkins, whose post I rather thoroughly enjoyed, I absolutely do care what evolver is doing. This place is partially my home, as I'm sure it is for many of you as well. Eve olive err is a beautiful place for expression and love, but like RS, I don't feel as if it as dew tea full as it could be. The evolution revolution is ours to create, and instead we slowly wait for the date that brought us hear.

Pinchbeck? Fool's gold anyone? His Quetzlcoatl cry is likely what led each individual one of us here, but to my mind he has been quiet since that cry. He may rise like the feathered bird he profit sighed to be, but we are here and that is enough. My biggest disappointment with my beloved friend Daniel came from his promised Cultivating Personal Power for the Public Good course that never came to be in reality. Evolver ACK!!! ADAM ME, at least for his course, ended up being nothing more than a joke, though it was the poke I was hoping for in order to walk through my needed doors. Personal Power. For the Public Good. Awesome, great, wonderful, can't wait. Can't seem to do yoga on my own, and need some power to make sure I fulfill my dharma dew tea, and as a teacher/student of the Ph.d. (Pot Head Drunk), I felt that this course and the gathering of the students within that course might have created the action and organization I longed for since this powerful community began.

My plan, was to see what Dan the man had to plan, but yet no plan ever came. I thought, when I bought, that if Dan had no plan a devoted group of students willing to study together under him and challenge themselves on their own time and their own dime could certainly have formed the necessary will and power for the public good. Chimbre gatherings are nice, but the most valuable lessons are learned through work and not through tea, and I did not feel gill tea spending the last remainder of my credit on the course, because I knew I could steer the course in the direction needed once the class proceeded if it felt conceited. But alas, there was no course and there was no class, and my ass continued to grow weaker as a poor lonely seeker. He told me he was working on a movie; maybe it wasn't time, but teachers follow their dew tea, and now it's my rhyme.

What I wanted is Abbie Hoffman shit on a larger scale, something to make the citizens pale, to wake them up and lead them to the cup, of Maitreya. Daniel's doing this, which is great, but i hope it's not too late, for now we have Pail in against the Family Guy and it appears the war is here, in our land, between us, and there is no write side with which to simper thighs.

My other criticism of Daniel comes from the last time I heard him speak face to face. This place was the heart of my desire, and I expected to debate the 2012 date as I had just finished teaching his words to some fresh people at Binghamton University, but as I sat in a barn on Safflyn's farm as an undercover deputy, he spoke eloquently, and as it was his show I had nothing to sea. He spoke of TINY, which should become huge, and all of the clues we use to try and see the new we, but he also spoke of the FEMA camps, and the ruse that continues to keep us unfree.

What his overall message was and is is that consciousness creates reality, and our dreams become we, so if we focus on the conspiracy (David Wilcock's latest interview with Benjamin Fulford - http://divinecosmos.com/index.php/start-here/davids-blog/807-fulford-int... - was the most high lair e us example I recently read, though I will at least admit he offers happy endings to his fan to sees) we have the tendency to dream a world of fear. As D.H. Lawrence said in his Apocalypse long ago, society "consists of a mass of weak individuals trying to protect themselves, out of fear, from every possible evil, and, of course, by their very fear, bringing the evil into being,” and this remained the case in Daniel's lecture and thoughts from the trance dance romance that is my desiderata.

The evolver home page, to my this may, no longer reminds us to "Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary," and at times we forget "all that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration." I need to remember and I need discipline in re membering and I thank you for listening. My first grad school paper, attempting to answer the impossible question of what is literature, ultimately ended with an argument that literature is a toiling to help us remember, and though I hate the vanity of words and a number of the messages I read on RS and here because they absolutely reak of ego and vanity and dreams, as I know my screams must to some of you, I still think we need to find actions to make these words somehow no longer vain. I don't know if we need Abbie Hoffman shit all over the place anymore, but I do know we are the ones we've been waiting for.