Local DNA
Pay attention. The world is turning. The wind
is gathering momentum. Consciousness
is shifting its dimensional alignment.
Somewhere in a countryside still loved
by its inhabitants a crop is being
harvested. And soon the festival
of our transitional geometry
will turn our local DNA in circles
spiraling towards seasons in a sun
of blood and muddy love. Be on the look out.
~Greg Perry
GET OUT YOUR SMUDGING HERBS
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Well, the Winter Solstice and Christmas are past, and now we are in what
the Germanic people call the Rauhnächte. It means “Rough Nights” now —
which rathe...
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