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A Bean Worth Drying: The Scarlet Runner

laurabruno:

Yummy! It’s been a scarlet runner bean Halloween. With temperatures set to dip into the 20’s tonight, I pulled out the bamboo stakes, harvested the remaining pods, and spread the masses of nitrogen rich biomass on tomato beds, then covered with straw. I love the meaty taste and texture of scarlet runner beans, and they are just so pretty at every stage of growth! This afternoon, I added some of the green pods, chopped up, in a curried carrot (from the garden) soup. The pods need extra cooking, but everything tasted great.

Thanks to A Gardener’s Table for the tip that I can let these dry off the vine on our porch. I wondered what to do with the huge pile on our counter! Looking forward to the recipe, too.

Originally posted on A Gardener's Table:

The pink-and-purple beans are from green pods.

The pink-and-purple beans are from green Scarlet Runner pods.

I was filling baskets with French beans and Spanish magic beans last summer when I noticed that some of my Scarlet Runner Beans were ready to eat. Why in the world had I planted so many beans?

I was growing runners for the first time in at least seven years. I’d stopped planting them when my children had stopped asking me to erect bean tepees, which had never seemed worth the trouble of building. For years I had imagined the kids sitting inside a lovely live, green tepee on a hot summer day, making fairy houses or reading a picture book, and they apparently shared this fantasy. But it rarely came true. Hoeing in the tepee was difficult, so before long the space would fill with tall weeds. Watering was always troublesome, too. I would wrap a soaker hose around the…

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Rumpelstiltskin

A little Halloween fun for you … and quite in line with recent themes on this blog — for those with eyes to see and ears to hear. ;)

Fairy Tales by the Brothers Grimm

Rumpelstiltskin

By the side of a wood, in a country a long way off, ran a fine stream of water; and upon the stream there stood a mill. The miller’s house was close by, and the miller, you must know, had a very beautiful daughter. She was, moreover, very shrewd and clever; and the miller was so proud of her, that he one day told the king of the land, who used to come and hunt in the wood, that his daughter could spin gold out of straw. Now this king was very fond of money; and when he heard the miller’s boast his greediness was raised, and he sent for the girl to be brought before him. Then he led her to a chamber in his palace where there was a great heap of straw, and gave her a spinning-wheel, and said, ’All this must be spun into gold before morning, as you love your life.’ It was in vain that the poor maiden said that it was only a silly boast of her father, for that she could do no such thing as spin straw into gold: the chamber door was locked, and she was left alone.

She sat down in one corner of the room, and began to bewail her hard fate; when on a sudden the door opened, and a droll-looking little man hobbled in, and said, ’Good morrow to you, my good lass; what are you weeping for?’ ’Alas!’ said she, ’I must spin this straw into gold, and I know not how.’ ’What will you give me,’ said the hobgoblin, ’to do it for you?’ ’My necklace,’ replied the maiden. He took her at her word, and sat himself down to the wheel, and whistled and sang:

’Round about, round about,
Lo and behold!
Reel away, reel away,
Straw into gold!’

And round about the wheel went merrily; the work was quickly done, and the straw was all spun into gold.

When the king came and saw this, he was greatly astonished and pleased; but his heart grew still more greedy of gain, and he shut up the poor miller’s daughter again with a fresh task. Then she knew not what to do, and sat down once more to weep; but the dwarf soon opened the door, and said, ’What will you give me to do your task?’ ’The ring on my finger,’ said she. So her little friend took the ring, and began to work at the wheel again, and whistled and sang:

’Round about, round about,
Lo and behold!
Reel away, reel away,
Straw into gold!’

till, long before morning, all was done again.

The king was greatly delighted to see all this glittering treasure; but still he had not enough: so he took the miller’s daughter to a yet larger heap, and said, ’All this must be spun tonight; and if it is, you shall be my queen.’ As soon as she was alone that dwarf came in, and said, ’What will you give me to spin gold for you this third time?’ ’I have nothing left,’ said she. ’Then say you will give me,’ said the little man, ’the first little child that you may have when you are queen.’ ’That may never be,’ thought the miller’s daughter: and as she knew no other way to get her task done, she said she would do what he asked. Round went the wheel again to the old song, and the manikin once more spun the heap into gold. The king came in the morning, and, finding all he wanted, was forced to keep his word; so he married the miller’s daughter, and she really became queen.

At the birth of her first little child she was very glad, and forgot the dwarf, and what she had said. But one day he came into her room, where she was sitting playing with her baby, and put her in mind of it. Then she grieved sorely at her misfortune, and said she would give him all the wealth of the kingdom if he would let her off, but in vain; till at last her tears softened him, and he said, ’I will give you three days’ grace, and if during that time you tell me my name, you shall keep your child.’

Now the queen lay awake all night, thinking of all the odd names that she had ever heard; and she sent messengers all over the land to find out new ones. The next day the little man came, and she began with TIMOTHY, ICHABOD, BENJAMIN, JEREMIAH, and all the names she could remember; but to all and each of them he said, ’Madam, that is not my name.’

The second day she began with all the comical names she could hear of, BANDY-LEGS, HUNCHBACK, CROOK-SHANKS, and so on; but the little gentleman still said to every one of them, ’Madam, that is not my name.’

The third day one of the messengers came back, and said, ’I have travelled two days without hearing of any other names; but yesterday, as I was climbing a high hill, among the trees of the forest where the fox and the hare bid each other good night, I saw a little hut; and before the hut burnt a fire; and round about the fire a funny little dwarf was dancing upon one leg, and singing:

’”Merrily the feast I’ll make.
Today I’ll brew, tomorrow bake;
Merrily I’ll dance and sing,
For next day will a stranger bring.
Little does my lady dream
Rumpelstiltskin is my name!”’

When the queen heard this she jumped for joy, and as soon as her little friend came she sat down upon her throne, and called all her court round to enjoy the fun; and the nurse stood by her side with the baby in her arms, as if it was quite ready to be given up. Then the little man began to chuckle at the thought of having the poor child, to take home with him to his hut in the woods; and he cried out, ’Now, lady, what is my name?’ ’Is it JOHN?’ asked she. ’No, madam!’ ’Is it TOM?’ ’No, madam!’ ’Is it JEMMY?’ ’It is not.’ ’Can your name be RUMPELSTILTSKIN?’ said the lady slyly. ’Some witch told you that!– some witch told you that!’ cried the little man, and dashed his right foot in a rage so deep into the floor, that he was forced to lay hold of it with both hands to pull it out.

Then he made the best of his way off, while the nurse laughed and the baby crowed; and all the court jeered at him for having had so much trouble for nothing, and said, ’We wish you a very good morning, and a merry feast, Mr RUMPLESTILTSKIN!’

 

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Tom Kenyon ~ Escalation of Chaotic Nodes and The Dismantling of 3-D Reality

I’m posting this message from Tom Kenyon and the Hathors, because it agrees with what I’m hearing from clients, friends and family members right now, as well as what I sense coming our way. We are, indeed, in the midst of many Chaotic Nodes, and people who don’t know how to deal with chaos or uncertainty are having a rough go of it. I keep suggesting people shift their attitude toward “uncertainty” to one of exploring and embracing The Great Mystery. This post reaffirms what I’ve already known based on how many people have contacted me for urgent support. There’s no shame in asking for clarity and support, but ultimately, only you can decide to make (and follow through on) your individual leap(s).

Thanks, G!

Continued blessings on the journey …

Tom Kenyon ~ Escalation Of Chaotic Nodes And The Dismantling Of 3-D Reality

Due to time-acceleration and cosmic forces far beyond your control you are in the midst of a crescendo of interlocking Chaotic Nodes.

In past messages we have referred to the interaction of chaotic events as a Chaotic Node, singular, but in this instance we are referring to a more complex phenomenon—what we are calling Chaotic Nodes, plural.

Depending upon your vibratory resonance you will be affected in unique ways by the escalation of chaotic events. Those of you sensitive to the ecosystem of this planet may be experiencing extreme duress as you witness the degradation of the ecosystem and the loss of many species of life.

Another Chaotic Node, in addition to the Chaotic Node of your ecosystem, is the stress of interpersonal communications. This is a very complex situation, and it is partly due to the shifts in magnetic fields upon your planet, making short-term memory and cognitive sequencing difficult during energetic shifts—and these energetic shifts are accelerating. Irrational behavior, desperation and feelings of utter hopelessness are on the rise. As the deterioration of both the ecosystem and interpersonal communications increase we anticipate even more cultural and social instability.

There is a growing sense among many that something is terribly wrong, and along with this is the feeling that there is no solution. In this instance we agree with something Albert Einstein once said, which is that the solution to a problem cannot be solved at the level of the problem.

From our perspective, the escalation of Chaotic Nodes is creating tidal waves of intense chaotic energies that many of you are finding difficult to contend with. Furthermore, your automatic reflexive ways of dealing with change are increasingly ineffective.

There is a fork in the road, so to speak, that you have entered both individually and collectively. One path from this fork will lead you into a type of madness and an inability to function in practical ways. For those who take this fork, escapism will be on the rise. Self-destruction both individually and collectively will also increase in this period.

Many of you who have an opportunity to transition out of third-dimensional reality into other dimensions will take it.

Without mincing words, to use one of your phrases, we would say you are entering one of the more difficult passages of planetary transformation.

At this fork in the road, one path leads to self-destruction, madness, despair and hopelessness while the other fork leads to a deeper connection with your interdimensional or spiritual nature. It is this fork in the road we wish to explore.

It is not an either/or proposition. Many of you who possess a transcendent and interdimensional or spiritual sense of yourself may find yourselves, from time-to-time, on the path to madness and self-destruction in spite of your self-knowledge.

This is because your 3-D reality is oscillating. And the rapid changes in your third-dimensional existence are accelerating at a faster rate than your biological organism might be capable of handling. The extreme stresses upon your biological nature must be dealt with if you wish to avoid the path to madness and self-destruction.

In its simplest terms the requirement to successfully make this passage through the escalation of Chaotic Nodes is deep authentic contact with your interdimensional or spiritual nature and the self-renewal that arises from such contact.

We are therefore sharing a sound meditation for this purpose. There are no complex geometries involved. There is nothing that needs to be done when engaging this sound meditation other than placing your awareness in your entire physical body.

The sound patterns are a direct transmission from the light realms into the language of your biology. It is a counter-force to the chaos and the confusion that is creating stress within your biological nature. It is short in length because many of you are time-stressed. You have too much to do in too little time because you are trying to hold the old world together as time accelerates. All we can say to you from our perspective is that holding the old world together is “mission impossible.” Letting go of the old world, and your attachment to how you think you need to be, is part of what is required to take the higher path

Our suggestion is that you listen to this sound meditation as often as you wish and when you listen to the sound patterns, focus your awareness in the physical reality of your being (your physical body).

All that is required to successfully engage this sound meditation is to listen to it with awareness in your physical body and the cellular structure of your body will unwind and release stress and delusional states of perception giving you a greater possibility to enter a higher path.

We are calling this sound meditation The Elevatron, because the root of the word means to elevate, and it also refers to the electronic nature of your biological reality. This sound meditation is a direct transmission of energy from the light realms into the bioelectric, bio-chemical and quantum realities of your body for the purpose of elevating your vibratory rate in consciousness.

In the final analysis, your personal experience of the escalation of interlocking Chaotic Nodes will depend solely upon the vibratory resonance you have attained or failed to attain. The responsibility for this passage as an individualized being, embodied in time and space, is solely and completely your responsibility.

We wish you a good journey on the high road.

The Hathors
October 14, 2014

Go to http://tomkenyon.com/listening for information on the Sound Meditation

UPDATE: Here are Tom’s comments on this message:

Tom’s Thoughts and Observations

In my opinion this is one of the more urgent messages the Hathors have ever given me due to the nature of the changes they “see” in our near future.

When I asked them about the title they chose for this message, their response was that we have entered an accelerated phase of planetary chaos, and we are both witnessing and living through the unraveling of third-dimensional reality as we have known it.

It just so happened that I received this message during the beginning stages of the Ebola crisis in the United States, which traces its origins to parts of Western Africa but is now spreading beyond political borders. I asked the Hathors about this, and they said the Ebola virus is just the tip of what is to come as a result of environmental changes. Specifically they said that new viruses and bacteria, hitherto unknown to Western medicine, are being introduced into the environment due to de-forestation and complex changes in the ecosystem that our sciences have yet to identify. Furthermore, the Hathors say that many viruses and bacteria are mutating and will continue to do so at an accelerated rate. Some of these mutations will make medical treatment problematic and difficult in the coming years.

While this is a scary proposition, the Hathors reminded me that the purpose of life, at least from their perspective, is not physical survival per se, but rather the evolution and elevation of interdimensional awareness—what some might call the soul, the Atman or the Indestructible Drop.

While they could have gone more deeply into the details of our degrading ecosystem and the challenges around interpersonal communications (both between individuals and nations), they chose to address the challenges facing us as individuals.

They are concerned that the stress of living through a radical alteration of 3D reality is creating and will continue to create, what they call maladaptive madness, meaning a mental/emotional instability that will decrease our capacity to respond to changing realities in a resourceful manner. In its more intense forms, people will just flat-out lose their minds and engage in all types of bizarre self-destructive behaviors. When I asked the Hathors about this further, they said that we are actually only in the beginning phase of interlocking Chaotic Nodes and that barring some unforeseen force we are in for a global free-fall, the likes of which we cannot begin to imagine.

By global-free fall, they do not mean an end to the world, but they do infer an end to the world as we have known it. And this morphing into new realities is occurring all around us on multiple levels and at a mind-boggling rate of speed.

This free-fall is what they referred to when they said that we are individually and collectively at a fork in the road, meaning at a choice-point. The choice-point is whether we succumb to chaotic forces or rise upward into greater coherency despite what seems to be happening within and around us.

The Elevatron

The Elevatron sound meditation is meant to assist us through the current passage that is, by the Hahors’ own estimation, one of the more difficult phases of planetary transformation.

When they discussed the effects of this particular sound meditation they said: “the cellular structure of your body will unwind and release stress and delusional states of perception.” What they meant by this enigmatic statement is that The Elevatron reduces stress reactions in the body, and in their view overly stressful reactions create delusional states of mind. In other words, when we are excessively stressed our mental/emotional perspective is twisted and we respond to situations in our lives from a less resourceful state than when we are not unduly stressed.

I think the Hathors’ description of how to work with this sound meditation is self-explanatory so I won’t discuss it further other than to say that I think it is best if you listen to this sound meditation with stereo headphones or ear buds. Furthermore, hearing is believing. And if the meditation “speaks” to you, I would incorporate into your daily stress management program. If it doesn’t resonate with you, then I wouldn’t work with it. But whether you choose to work with this sound meditation or not, I think it would be prudent to use some method to re-center yourself mentally/emotionally and spiritually on a daily basis.

Having sensed the strong energetic feelings coming from the Hathors as I received this message, I am reminded of something my 9th grade Algebra teacher liked to say to our class whenever we entered a more complex arena of math: “It’s gonna get worse before it gets better.”

Finally, how you and I respond to the challenges of interlocking Chaotic Nodes and the radical alteration of our 3D reality is—and will be—solely and completely our own personal responsibility. No one is going to save us from ourselves.

While the tone of this message is indeed alarming, I think we would do well to keep intact, and by our side, a good sense of humor. As the American writer, Mark Twain, once quipped—some things in life are so serious all you can do is laugh.

In my experience, this type of humor arises from a realization that this world is, in many ways, illusory. And while the embodied human being aspect of us has to contend with the realities of a changing 3D reality, the transcendent or spiritual part of us is outside the fray because it is in a dimension that transcends time/space and the gravity well of Earth.

Somewhere between these two polarities—human embodiment and transcendent freedom—there is an amusing place in consciousness. Finding this amusing space is, in my opinion, an indispensable ally for those of us in search of the high road.

May you and your loved ones, as well as all beings in all realms of existence, find an expeditious way to the higher path.

Tom Kenyon

The Elevatron Sound Meditation Link

When you click on the link below, you will be taken to the Listening Agreement page. After you agree to the terms, you will have access to all of the audio files in the Listening section, which you can listen to and/or download for your own personal use. The Elevatron Sound Meditation will be the first audio file in the queue.

Click here to listen to and/or download The Elevatron.

The Great CON of Man: Esoteric’s, the Supernatural, Magicians, Mind Control, and the New World Order – Parts Six and Seven, by Bradley Loves

laurabruno:

This is SUCH an important article and is the reason I keep mentioning the value of creating your own filters through energetic protection and through rejecting what’s “offered.”

A few comments here, though: not every single Christian Church follows the Vatican’s lead on the date of Easter; Orthodox (Greek, Russian, Eastern) Churches have different ways of calculating Easter Sunday. Sometimes it happens to coincide, but other times, the dates can be way off for the different denominations. I don’t claim to know how either faction determines the date. I was always told it was by the Moon; however, one would think the Moon is the same for Greeks and Russians as it is for the Vatican, so it makes sense there would be something else at work, especially with all those telescopes, including the Vatican’s L.U.C.I.F.E.R. telescope camera attached to their telescope. Look it up. That’s a fact. [Oops! Here's the link: http://www.timetobelieve.com/2013/01/l-u-c-i-f-e-r-project/ ]

What Bradley mentions about contracts is right on in that if you remove consent, the nasties really can’t attack you. Sometimes removing consent is more complicated, depending on when or how you gave your consent. Vows taken in past lives, for example, which included the phrase “forever and ever” often were intended by the vow taker to mean until the end of that one life, because reincarnation wasn’t taught. People do all kinds of brutal things to themselves when they feel guilty, and sometimes breaking a vow — even an unfair and deceptive, imprisoning vow — results in guilt. Overcoming the guilt for revoking your consent is VERY important to the process, because feeling guilty can lead to reopening the CONtract.

Lastly, there are many tools, which we can also reclaim. Yes, the black ops have all kinds of technology, but they have nothing that humans themselves cannot accomplish on the spiritual level. We need to not kid ourselves and pretend we have these skills and abilities if we have not yet developed them, but time travel, for example, can be used for good, and it does not need to be physical in order to work. We can send healing energy to our formerly traumatized young or past life selves, and that energy promotes great healing. We can send protection to ourselves — current, past and future — and that protection really *can* surround us. Teleportation is also possible — without technology. So is bi-location. So are other variations of these things. You don’t need black ops equipment to do it. “They” need special technology, but that doesn’t mean gifted star seeds do.

Telepathy is possible. I especially appreciate Bradley’s comments about how co-opted channeling has become. This does not mean people cannot channel, intuit or tap into higher messages. It just means people need to be smart when they open themselves up. Know with whom and what you will or will not connect. If you’re not sure, then you shouldn’t be channeling at this time of extreme chaos. Better to ground and align yourself with the Earth than accidentally CONtract with beings who may not have your or the planet’s best interests on their agenda.

We do not need to be afraid, but we would do well to be wise. As the saying goes, “Be wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.” This is possible, and extremely powerful.

Originally posted on 2012: What's the 'real' truth?:

Why will ONLY “non consent” work for us any longer? Isn’t there a way to fight the Satanists even at this late point in time?

Over the last fifty years, with the help of the Dark Magicians, and other negatively oriented space beings, the worlds leaders, (the controlling puppets) have developed technologies so advanced that fighting them is impossible.

Anti-gravity drive craft, teleportation, plasma beam weapons, large inter-galactic space ships, as well as colonies on the Moon, Mars, and other places, leave them pretty much in charge of any battle we may wish to wage.

However, the biggest weapon they use against us constantly is called Quantum Access or time travel. They have been gathering information on future events and bringing that information back to the past since the early 1970s.

Far more nefarious than most who work in these black budget programs could ever possibly understand, they (who work…

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Hansel and Gretel

Fairy Tales by the Brothers Grimm


Hansel and Gretel

Hard by a great forest dwelt a poor wood-cutter with his wife and his two children. The boy was called Hansel and the girl Gretel. He had little to bite and to break, and once when great dearth fell on the land, he could no longer procure even daily bread. Now when he thought over this by night in his bed, and tossed about in his anxiety, he groaned and said to his wife: ’What is to become of us? How are we to feed our poor children, when we no longer have anything even for ourselves?’ ’I’ll tell you what, husband,’ answered the woman, ’early tomorrow morning we will take the children out into the forest to where it is the thickest; there we will light a fire for them, and give each of them one more piece of bread, and then we will go to our work and leave them alone. They will not find the way home again, and we shall be rid of them.’ ’No, wife,’ said the man, ’I will not do that; how can I bear to leave my children alone in the forest?–the wild animals would soon come and tear them to pieces.’ ’O, you fool!’ said she, ’then we must all four die of hunger, you may as well plane the planks for our coffins,’ and she left him no peace until he consented. ’But I feel very sorry for the poor children, all the same,’ said the man.

The two children had also not been able to sleep for hunger, and had heard what their stepmother had said to their father. Gretel wept bitter tears, and said to Hansel: ’Now all is over with us.’ ’Be quiet, Gretel,’ said Hansel, ’do not distress yourself, I will soon find a way to help us.’ And when the old folks had fallen asleep, he got up, put on his little coat, opened the door below, and crept outside. The moon shone brightly, and the white pebbles which lay in front of the house glittered like real silver pennies. Hansel stooped and stuffed the little pocket of his coat with as many as he could get in. Then he went back and said to Gretel: ’Be comforted, dear little sister, and sleep in peace, God will not forsake us,’ and he lay down again in his bed. When day dawned, but before the sun had risen, the woman came and awoke the two children, saying: ’Get up, you sluggards! we are going into the forest to fetch wood.’ She gave each a little piece of bread, and said: ’There is something for your dinner, but do not eat it up before then, for you will get nothing else.’ Gretel took the bread under her apron, as Hansel had the pebbles in his pocket. Then they all set out together on the way to the forest. When they had walked a short time, Hansel stood still and peeped back at the house, and did so again and again. His father said: ’Hansel, what are you looking at there and staying behind for? Pay attention, and do not forget how to use your legs.’ ’Ah, father,’ said Hansel, ’I am looking at my little white cat, which is sitting up on the roof, and wants to say goodbye to me.’ The wife said: ’Fool, that is not your little cat, that is the morning sun which is shining on the chimneys.’ Hansel, however, had not been looking back at the cat, but had been constantly throwing one of the white pebble-stones out of his pocket on the road.

When they had reached the middle of the forest, the father said: ’Now, children, pile up some wood, and I will light a fire that you may not be cold.’ Hansel and Gretel gathered brushwood together, as high as a little hill. The brushwood was lighted, and when the flames were burning very high, the woman said: ’Now, children, lay yourselves down by the fire and rest, we will go into the forest and cut some wood. When we have done, we will come back and fetch you away.’

Hansel and Gretel sat by the fire, and when noon came, each ate a little piece of bread, and as they heard the strokes of the wood-axe they believed that their father was near. It was not the axe, however, but a branch which he had fastened to a withered tree which the wind was blowing backwards and forwards. And as they had been sitting such a long time, their eyes closed with fatigue, and they fell fast asleep. When at last they awoke, it was already dark night. Gretel began to cry and said: ’How are we to get out of the forest now?’ But Hansel comforted her and said: ’Just wait a little, until the moon has risen, and then we will soon find the way.’ And when the full moon had risen, Hansel took his little sister by the hand, and followed the pebbles which shone like newly-coined silver pieces, and showed them the way.

They walked the whole night long, and by break of day came once more to their father’s house. They knocked at the door, and when the woman opened it and saw that it was Hansel and Gretel, she said: ’You naughty children, why have you slept so long in the forest?–we thought you were never coming back at all!’ The father, however, rejoiced, for it had cut him to the heart to leave them behind alone.

Not long afterwards, there was once more great dearth throughout the land, and the children heard their mother saying at night to their father: ’Everything is eaten again, we have one half loaf left, and that is the end. The children must go, we will take them farther into the wood, so that they will not find their way out again; there is no other means of saving ourselves!’ The man’s heart was heavy, and he thought: ’It would be better for you to share the last mouthful with your children.’ The woman, however, would listen to nothing that he had to say, but scolded and reproached him. He who says A must say B, likewise, and as he had yielded the first time, he had to do so a second time also.

The children, however, were still awake and had heard the conversation. When the old folks were asleep, Hansel again got up, and wanted to go out and pick up pebbles as he had done before, but the woman had locked the door, and Hansel could not get out. Nevertheless he comforted his little sister, and said: ’Do not cry, Gretel, go to sleep quietly, the good God will help us.’

Early in the morning came the woman, and took the children out of their beds. Their piece of bread was given to them, but it was still smaller than the time before. On the way into the forest Hansel crumbled his in his pocket, and often stood still and threw a morsel on the ground. ’Hansel, why do you stop and look round?’ said the father, ’go on.’ ’I am looking back at my little pigeon which is sitting on the roof, and wants to say goodbye to me,’ answered Hansel. ’Fool!’ said the woman, ’that is not your little pigeon, that is the morning sun that is shining on the chimney.’ Hansel, however little by little, threw all the crumbs on the path.

The woman led the children still deeper into the forest, where they had never in their lives been before. Then a great fire was again made, and the mother said: ’Just sit there, you children, and when you are tired you may sleep a little; we are going into the forest to cut wood, and in the evening when we are done, we will come and fetch you away.’ When it was noon, Gretel shared her piece of bread with Hansel, who had scattered his by the way. Then they fell asleep and evening passed, but no one came to the poor children. They did not awake until it was dark night, and Hansel comforted his little sister and said: ’Just wait, Gretel, until the moon rises, and then we shall see the crumbs of bread which I have strewn about, they will show us our way home again.’ When the moon came they set out, but they found no crumbs, for the many thousands of birds which fly about in the woods and fields had picked them all up. Hansel said to Gretel: ’We shall soon find the way,’ but they did not find it. They walked the whole night and all the next day too from morning till evening, but they did not get out of the forest, and were very hungry, for they had nothing to eat but two or three berries, which grew on the ground. And as they were so weary that their legs would carry them no longer, they lay down beneath a tree and fell asleep.

It was now three mornings since they had left their father’s house. They began to walk again, but they always came deeper into the forest, and if help did not come soon, they must die of hunger and weariness. When it was mid-day, they saw a beautiful snow-white bird sitting on a bough, which sang so delightfully that they stood still and listened to it. And when its song was over, it spread its wings and flew away before them, and they followed it until they reached a little house, on the roof of which it alighted; and when they approached the little house they saw that it was built of bread and covered with cakes, but that the windows were of clear sugar. ’We will set to work on that,’ said Hansel, ’and have a good meal. I will eat a bit of the roof, and you Gretel, can eat some of the window, it will taste sweet.’ Hansel reached up above, and broke off a little of the roof to try how it tasted, and Gretel leant against the window and nibbled at the panes. Then a soft voice cried from the parlour:

’Nibble, nibble, gnaw,
Who is nibbling at my little house?’

The children answered:

’The wind, the wind,
The heaven-born wind,’

and went on eating without disturbing themselves. Hansel, who liked the taste of the roof, tore down a great piece of it, and Gretel pushed out the whole of one round window-pane, sat down, and enjoyed herself with it. Suddenly the door opened, and a woman as old as the hills, who supported herself on crutches, came creeping out. Hansel and Gretel were so terribly frightened that they let fall what they had in their hands. The old woman, however, nodded her head, and said: ’Oh, you dear children, who has brought you here? do come in, and stay with me. No harm shall happen to you.’ She took them both by the hand, and led them into her little house. Then good food was set before them, milk and pancakes, with sugar, apples, and nuts. Afterwards two pretty little beds were covered with clean white linen, and Hansel and Gretel lay down in them, and thought they were in heaven.

The old woman had only pretended to be so kind; she was in reality a wicked witch, who lay in wait for children, and had only built the little house of bread in order to entice them there. When a child fell into her power, she killed it, cooked and ate it, and that was a feast day with her. Witches have red eyes, and cannot see far, but they have a keen scent like the beasts, and are aware when human beings draw near. When Hansel and Gretel came into her neighbourhood, she laughed with malice, and said mockingly: ’I have them, they shall not escape me again!’ Early in the morning before the children were awake, she was already up, and when she saw both of them sleeping and looking so pretty, with their plump and rosy cheeks she muttered to herself: ’That will be a dainty mouthful!’ Then she seized Hansel with her shrivelled hand, carried him into a little stable, and locked him in behind a grated door. Scream as he might, it would not help him. Then she went to Gretel, shook her till she awoke, and cried: ’Get up, lazy thing, fetch some water, and cook something good for your brother, he is in the stable outside, and is to be made fat. When he is fat, I will eat him.’ Gretel began to weep bitterly, but it was all in vain, for she was forced to do what the wicked witch commanded.

And now the best food was cooked for poor Hansel, but Gretel got nothing but crab-shells. Every morning the woman crept to the little stable, and cried: ’Hansel, stretch out your finger that I may feel if you will soon be fat.’ Hansel, however, stretched out a little bone to her, and the old woman, who had dim eyes, could not see it, and thought it was Hansel’s finger, and was astonished that there was no way of fattening him. When four weeks had gone by, and Hansel still remained thin, she was seized with impatience and would not wait any longer. ’Now, then, Gretel,’ she cried to the girl, ’stir yourself, and bring some water. Let Hansel be fat or lean, tomorrow I will kill him, and cook him.’ Ah, how the poor little sister did lament when she had to fetch the water, and how her tears did flow down her cheeks! ’Dear God, do help us,’ she cried. ’If the wild beasts in the forest had but devoured us, we should at any rate have died together.’ ’Just keep your noise to yourself,’ said the old woman, ’it won’t help you at all.’

Early in the morning, Gretel had to go out and hang up the cauldron with the water, and light the fire. ’We will bake first,’ said the old woman, ’I have already heated the oven, and kneaded the dough.’ She pushed poor Gretel out to the oven, from which flames of fire were already darting. ’Creep in,’ said the witch, ’and see if it is properly heated, so that we can put the bread in.’ And once Gretel was inside, she intended to shut the oven and let her bake in it, and then she would eat her, too. But Gretel saw what she had in mind, and said: ’I do not know how I am to do it; how do I get in?’ ’Silly goose,’ said the old woman. ’The door is big enough; just look, I can get in myself!’ and she crept up and thrust her head into the oven. Then Gretel gave her a push that drove her far into it, and shut the iron door, and fastened the bolt. Oh! then she began to howl quite horribly, but Gretel ran away and the godless witch was miserably burnt to death.

Gretel, however, ran like lightning to Hansel, opened his little stable, and cried: ’Hansel, we are saved! The old witch is dead!’ Then Hansel sprang like a bird from its cage when the door is opened. How they did rejoice and embrace each other, and dance about and kiss each other! And as they had no longer any need to fear her, they went into the witch’s house, and in every corner there stood chests full of pearls and jewels. ’These are far better than pebbles!’ said Hansel, and thrust into his pockets whatever could be got in, and Gretel said: ’I, too, will take something home with me,’ and filled her pinafore full. ’But now we must be off,’ said Hansel, ’that we may get out of the witch’s forest.’

When they had walked for two hours, they came to a great stretch of water. ’We cannot cross,’ said Hansel, ’I see no foot-plank, and no bridge.’ ’And there is also no ferry,’ answered Gretel, ’but a white duck is swimming there: if I ask her, she will help us over.’ Then she cried:

’Little duck, little duck, dost thou see,
Hansel and Gretel are waiting for thee?
There’s never a plank, or bridge in sight,
Take us across on thy back so white.’

The duck came to them, and Hansel seated himself on its back, and told his sister to sit by him. ’No,’ replied Gretel, ’that will be too heavy for the little duck; she shall take us across, one after the other.’ The good little duck did so, and when they were once safely across and had walked for a short time, the forest seemed to be more and more familiar to them, and at length they saw from afar their father’s house. Then they began to run, rushed into the parlour, and threw themselves round their father’s neck. The man had not known one happy hour since he had left the children in the forest; the woman, however, was dead. Gretel emptied her pinafore until pearls and precious stones ran about the room, and Hansel threw one handful after another out of his pocket to add to them. Then all anxiety was at an end, and they lived together in perfect happiness. My tale is done, there runs a mouse; whosoever catches it, may make himself a big fur cap out of it.

 

 

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Kryon: On the Physics of Consciousness

laurabruno:

A synchronous post to yesterday’s posts … just getting caught up on blog reading today … although I still propose a more neutral way of viewing “dark.” Yes, there’s the “evil,” service to Self, raping, pillaging and not seeing the light of day kind of dark, but there’s also “dark matter,” “The Great Mystery” and the Unseen. In our quantum newness, will we all start speaking in poetry? Perhaps telepathy. Prose feels so inadequate sometimes, when you just want to FEEL and sense and be. Long but worth a read (or more).

Originally posted on Exopermaculture:

After my last Kryon post, reader Rose checked around and came up with another one: “For me personally, this is Kryon at his very best.” I would agree. Thanks, Rose!

Especially appreciate Kryon saying that humanity is now crossing the “wisdom barrier,” which must occur “in a distributed way, not a centralized way.” Yes!

Furthermore, he states, there will come a time when the idea of being governed by a centralized authority, or being governed at all, for that matter, will seem silly. We will all know, and we will all know together, how to be with each other in ways that enhance life rather than destroy it.

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Kryon: The Physics of Consciousness — The Future Revealed

June 29, 2014

by Lee Carroll (channel)

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June Greetings, dear ones, I am Kryon of Magnetic Service. This communication will be a little different. It’s about an overview of your future, yet…

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