FULL CIRCLE,
or the Eternal Loop of Time,
a Game for Immortals and Adventurers

Driving towards home I rubberneck the view of the dead rabbit on the road as I speed by in my car. The Image is burned forever in my brain not because it is particularly gruesome or horrific but because of the fact that I just past the spot where a LIFE turned to DEATH. The four books that I had just purchased from the local Borders Bookstore screamed out laughing in the passenger seat. They all basically held within their pages variously laid out themes of Humanity at the Crossroads with Death and Life. I arrive home and let the dogs out and sit in the backyard with the books and my camera. These are some of the Odd pictures I took. They appear normal yet Capture a moment of Time that was Lovecraftean in feel and scope. The wide mouth of Time yawned open wide and behind the scrub brush that grows surrounding my sacred circle I saw infinity whispering my name. The tree being enveloped by the Green of Nature has died and New growth sprouts under the memory of it's former canopy. The rake against the other tree placed there over a week ago when I was ambtious enough to try and tackle the strong growth of weeds. The next view is of the wheelbarrow and my red yard buckett that lay where I left them full of remnants that I had not figured out where to really place,, a new compost mound in the making??
This pile of deadwood and plants pulled from the yard struck something within me that I am not really sure how to explain. FULL CIRCLE were the words I thought. Full circle trip through time. And I was reminded that I had started blogging last year at the Fourth of July and realized that one of my old TimeRip Rituals had sank its claws into my head and screamed out for validation that it had succeeded in making SupraDimensional contact with my(?) Higher Self.
Little Scott just stared at the backyard like it was some God coming to Rapture me away to Eternity while the shell of my body remained sitting in the lawn chair on a Sunday afternoon. My teepee frame was in front of me and to my left was my spiral overgrown with heavy grasses that seem to sprout 2 new inches a day. The compost pile steamed with transformations of former Life into New Life, making dirt was an artform that I had finally had success with and the small 1/2 acre hummed with bees, insects, birds, rabbits and such as can be found in suburbia.
The Foot PIC is for ------- LittleSparrow
The wildflowers and milkweed beemed at the pleasure to be allowed to grow without disturbing their rhythm. I had always looked upon weeds as wonders in their own right.
The TimeRip slipped again and the dogs in the lot howled to something that I could barely hear I thought, a hum, a tonal note that emanated from the cosmos. Something wonderful transpired as I got off of the Bandwagon of Consensual Reality and rode down the road of Infinite Possibilities.
This past year of blogging has been an adventure that I had not realized would affect me in such a way. I have made contact with others who reach out with their Poetry, Thinking Minds, thoughts, words and art to multiply my own awareness of the interconnections that we all have on this BlueDot called Earth. I found that my ability to TRANSFORM Reality was such that I could do much harm or good. I made contact with a Dog, CRYSTAL who changed my life, and sadly this past week came to our hospital to be put to sleep at the age of 10years+. I flash back to my very first blog which I have copied and linked to below, No one commented on it and I was not surprized because few would understand that The Meme is changing ........

The Hope for a Change in Human Consciousness

Is The Meme Changing? Does the Morphigenic Field become perturbed in someway when I have a flash of realization and figure out a different way of being, for myself and the rest of 'reality'...?
Somehow or another, I have came up with[ what some would swear is a mismash of thought] patterns that I verify in my life as having a conscious effect on the Universe I behold, outside of my self? Creating Reality is a simplified term that has been slandered by 'realist' who don't see the forest for the trees.

Todays Reality Problem is that :
IF THEY SAW THE FOREST
they would clear cut it for profit.!!

So the question becomes, how to introduce the forest to the sheep.
{Especially the sheep in wolves clothing}