How to Make Amazing Things Happen Now

by an Epididactic Lexicologist

The effect of contemplating positive word meanings can be amazing. I’ve regularly contemplated certain positive words, including Law of Attraction related words, in 17 second, and one minute and longer, 2 hour, jogging intervals.

When contemplating words for short timed intervals I try to recall the contemplated word again later throughout the day. One Saturday I enjoyed a non-stop miraculous day ‘in sync’ by thinking about ‘Synchronicity’ non-stop. It included breezing through busy traffic making all the signals and corners and connections with Skytrain and Granville Island Ferry timing in both directions. I had to wait for the inter-urban ferry (on the water on a beautiful spring day) once but it parked with it’s open door right in front of me – as I knew it would. I arrived home precisely in time to have a plate of freshly cooked barbecue, which started being plated before my arrival, placed in front of me as I sat down on our back deck right at the beginning of a pleasant meal with my wife’s visiting sisters.

Hold a single meditative thought

Recently I’ve managed to find ‘Peace‘ consistently but find that it must be a vigilant daily meditative effort for significant periods and for a long time in order for it to become a lasting peace – I’m not there yet but it’s of considerable value being a Universal-Law-based Fruit of the Spirit.

Positive nouns might be the best suited words for personal contemplation but the adverb Freely can be a wonderfully liberating jogging experience. I believe I had been contemplating my go-to jogging thought, Gramercy, (previously ‘Oneness’) on the park bench at the half-way mark in my jog around Burnaby Lake just prior to an experience of rapturous ecstasy.

The most elating jogging experience that I had was running/flying with swallows across a field at Locarno Beach. I made it the subject of a Running Miracles Youtube video. This jog followed a day of preemptive cloud-busting, mentally punching with joyful powerful fists, the rain forest clouds that foreshadowed a downpour for our annual picnic the next day. This was while listening to uplifting rants by Esther Hicks; Law of Attraction enthusiast. The timed short intervals of positive thought are Esther’s concept. When the time came the great cloud-busting feelings of Love and Joy were quick to recall, and amplify, with pumping heart, lungs, arms and legs, as I ran, arms outstretched, in accord with aerobatic swallows, across a field in the final sprint.

One of my most idiosyncratic jogs, inasmuch as it can’t easily be written off as a coincidence, was with regards to the word ‘Argus-eyed’ (vigilant) which was a word chosen arbitrarily as one of my Facebook Positive Words of the Day. It resulted in an encounter with a hypervigilant border collie right at the base of a lookout point.

These miraculous-feeling occasions are related, in terms of the effect, to the powerful Positive Emotions. These are both excellent paths and destinations in terms of what a human could want, enjoy and pursue. They are the power that drives all the other positive wor(l)ds.

The paths are the same but everyone’s trip is a circuit unique to them exploring the many fantastic pathways of true positive words.

A book about the power of positive words.

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Alaudine adj. Like a Skylark

To be a Skylark

 “The very idea of a bird is a symbol and a suggestion to the poet. A bird seems to be at the top of the scale, so vehement and intense his life… The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with every grace, masters of all climes, and knowing no bounds – how many human aspirations are realized in their free, holiday-lives – and how many suggestions to the poet in their flight and song!”

– John Burroughs, Birds and Poets1887

The Positive Word of the Day, yesterday, was Alaudine which means “Skylark-like”. Wanting to do a mindful meditation about whatever word appeared I asked Chat GPT if birds sometimes sing for joy. There have been no definitive studies about this but they do sometimes sing right after they’ve discovered a new food resource.

Becoming alaudine requires imagining oneself to be a skylark. I’ve successfully flown with swallows before so , but in this case, I was a skylark standing on a tree branch facing outward to the world at large at the edge of an orchard. The orchard was filled with an abundance of cherry and peach trees because of a personal preference for them over the taste of caterpillars and bugs. I was a skylark that had just discovered this lavish and ample, fruitful, new food resource. Happy, abundant and appreciative beyond measure I was singing my praises into the sunlit moment for all of existence to hear.

This struck me as an emotionally healthy thought abundance-wise to cultivate, by sustaining it for a while, but confess that I was optimistic that it might yield more than food.

Today Vicki brought home, for lunch, a little 5-pack take-out package of delicious shrimp dumplings from the NEW Asian eatery at the mall a block away.


Life is good.

I’m well fed.

Thank-you!

Rain Making and Wind Bending

Fire season, formerly known as summer, during 2023 in our province of British Columbia (BC) was the worst ever both in terms of number of fires and forest hectares lost to fire.

During the middle of August, statistically the sunniest time of year, BC found itself in a declared State of Emergency. At that time we had >375 forest fires ablaze.

My friend Adam and I had previously enjoyed some apparent success in both creating sunshine for a special event on rainy day and making it rain all over the entire province when much of it was burning, on August 15th, 2021 the sunniest day of the year.

This year, 2023, as August 15th approached, my intent was to determine whether our apparent success was due to one of us independently, both of us together, or, always a possibility, just coincidence. I was apparently independently successful even though things never went anywhere near to what could be expected.

The closest forest fire to us on August 12th was east of the community of Naramata far enough away to be of no threat to the community. It was the Sterling Creek Wildfire. For several nights, using the online weather and forest fire maps I attempted to create rain over the affected area. No rain occurred but when the 15th arrived the fire was downgraded to “Under Control”. It was a rather mediocre success if even that.

But, that same morning, my friend Jon posted on Facebook a request to pray for the small community of Fort Smith which was threatened by forest fires in the Northwest Territories. I wondered if it makes a difference to the success of the experiment if there’s love or compassion involved in targeting a fire with weather? I looked at the satellite weather to find that there were rain clouds in the area headed in the right general direction. All that had to be done was to get them to release their wet payload right over the town. Using the same visualization and feelings of grateful euphoria imagining the cool refreshing rain falling on my face and skin, the life giving beneficence, revitalization and general love of a rainfall already achieved I impelled the clouds to rain atop of Fort Smith and they did so within hours. That was the last we heard of it but evidently the battle against the Wood Buffalo Fire went on for quite a while. The newly-constructed fire breaks significantly changed the landscape of area but it saved the town. The rain upon request was an entirely unexpected success on that very particular day and it would lead to another unexpected success a few days later.

We had just arrived at the north-facing waterfront beach of Okanogan Lake for a swim. We sat down and watched a great cloud of smoke crossing the long lake towards us so we got up again and went home. The next morning our car was covered with ash. A forest fire at the other end of the lake, near the larger city of Kelowna, had increased 100 fold due to winds from the northwest fanning the fire like a bellows. Ten thousand households were on evacuation order and firefighters where coming in from everywhere. Buoyed by my recent apparent success with creating rain at Fort Smith I felt cocky enough to try impelling some desirable weather toward the significant need being felt by our neighbours to the north.

But when I looked at the weather weather map this time there wasn’t a cloud to be found in the entire province or within the American states to the south. The nearest clouds off the west coast were hundreds of miles out in the Pacific Ocean. There was no moisture to be found anywhere reasonably proximal in the sky.

So I changed tactics. The immanent danger was from the strong northwest wind continuing to conflagrate the city so I tried to still the wind. I felt great love for the city and undertook to hold the previously gusting wind completely still. I admit that I imagined a little rain, out of habit, but mostly I thought about bringing the peace of stillness to the area. I did this at night for two days and for those two days the wind in Kelowna was completely still. The news reported that it was a good two days for firefighting around the city but the firefighters complained that they couldn’t deploy areal water-bombing resources for lack of visibility due to the smoke.


So I opened a wind direction map online and attempted to make the wind blow again, in order to clear the smoke, back in the direction from whence it came; the northwest. Sure enough, the next day the wind blew in precisely the right direction the next day for 8 to 10 hours. The bad news was that the visibility in Kelowna, the city with the worst visibility in the world at that time, only doubled increasing from something near 2% up to only 4% leaving it too smoky still for water bombardment.

With previous attempts to influence the weather, not considering that this was the sunniest time of year, the odds were somewhat binary either turning the rain spigot on or off (not counting the grey area option of mere cloudiness). Stopping and directing the wind, however, not only added a whole new unexpected option but also involved a specific compass direction making the odds of success far more unlikely. This was a third good day for firefighters in a row.

On August 19th, the same day that I started effectively praying for Kelowna, a downgraded hurricane Hillary hit Los Angeles notwithstanding the odds of a hurricane hitting LA being extremely low. In the following days, it led a path of rain that spanned the United States. On the 23rd of August, the day after I had some apparent success in directing the wind to the Northwest, the arc of the swath of rain from Hurricane Hillary backed into the region and graced Kelowna with a little rain.

At that point the evacuation orders were all lifted and Kelowna residents were returning to their homes. Feeling quite emotionally exhausted from the undertaking, despite the forest fire lasting for some time longer, I discontinued my weather-altering efforts at that time.

These weather experiments are anecdotal and, even if they prove reproducible, are currently beyond scientific understanding. I’ve only attempted changing the weather 4 times; Two times for sunny events and two times for forest fire mitigation with 3 separate fires involved on this mid-August occasion. That’s not a lot of data. It’s important to approach such phenomena with both a critical and open-minded perspective, recognizing that scientific understanding of these processes is still evolving. Sometimes events may appear to align with our intentions purely by chance and it’s essential to consider the role of coincidence in any anecdotal accounts of weather manipulation. Weather remains a complex and unpredictable influenced by numerous factors, and while individual experiences may suggest a connection between feelings, intention and weather outcomes, more rigorous scientific investigation is needed to draw definitive conclusions.

Notwithstanding I’ve gotten seriously unlikely positive results 100% of the time for the 4-6 experiments that I’ve undertaken and it merits further experimentation for as long as the results remain positive. I may one day end up humbled for having made these unlikely coincidences public but, until then, I’m already humbled by the awesome scope of the results.

At this time rigorous scientific investigation seems unlikely. Until then, with thousands of forest fires now abundant every summer across North America there are plenty of opportunities for good people to experiment with stopping them if they want to try this on their own or with others. We’ll never know if we don’t try.

A significant step is having the audacity to make the attempt.

How You Can Make Fun Wonderful Rain

Since entering my 60’s I’ve experienced more miracles than at any other time of life. One of these was making it rain on the sunniest day of the year; August 15, 2021.

See my earlier video about a couple of experiences of apparently creating sunshine on rainy days when we were hosting special events.

The occasion described here is the first, and only, time that we made it rain and it was an experiment with a high degree of probability to be an extraordinary phenomenon if it worked.* It was the middle of August, actuarially speaking, on the very hottest days of the year during a summer, after Vancouver had experienced a Heat Dome, after two towns had been razed from existence by wildfires, and while well over 300 forest fires were raging across the the province. It was the hardest time of year to make it rain – but we did.

The story hasn’t been told until now because there’s a certain amount of consternation around how the experiment went so terribly wrong.

Earlier that summer in Vancouver 619 people died and emergency services were run rampant during the Heat Dome. It was the deadliest weather event in Canada to date. Many people don’t have air conditioning in the Lower Mainland and, when I took a nap on the couch on that day in June, I awakened to lift a very hot and aching head from an equally hot couch cushion wondering how close I had come to needing emergency services myself.

It wasn’t always this way in British Columbia (B.C.) but, with the onset of global warming, the season of summer in this well-forested province has become synonymous with ‘Fire Season’.

Punishing heat waves and drought conditions led to 1,610 wildfires during the summer of 21′ and over 828 thousand hectares were burned. Two towns were completely erased. Many friends in B.C.’s interior were either evacuated, or on evacuation warning, with smoke everywhere and infernos closing in.

My friend Adam Andriashek and I had previously successfully collaborated on making inclement weather sunny for a group picnic event in the Volant story (the video above). Adam now lives in Castlegar, B.C., one of many cities endangered by fire, and we decided to collaborate, against all odds, on making it rain. We came to this agreement during the hot, dry, dog days of summer leading up to August 14th/15th weekend in 2021. August 15th is the sunniest day of the year. This is why so many outdoor festivals are scheduled for the nearest weekend. It’s literally statistically-speaking the hardest day of the year to make it rain.

The trick to making it rain is to feel it, and appreciate it, before it has happened; it’s to imagine gratefully enjoying the happy, cool, cleansing life-giving feeling of rain falling softly upon you. Mentally outdoors spin your body around, with arms extended outward, feeling the joyful cold delicate pelts of rain build slowly. Feel the cool, quenching, thirst-slaking, life-giving goodness showering generously, lushly and lavishly all around washing the dust off the cars and the streets cleansing the world and giving it life. Feel it quenching the thirst of every living thing and leaving everything wet and refreshed. Enjoy feeling the rain as if it was hitting your skin.

I undertook this mental exercise several times during the days prior while watching the satellite weather map for the the entire province. While the clouds usually travel inward from the west coast to the east, on this occasion I watched the clouds swirl in Montana, Idaho and part of Washington and rise up northward and cover the parched entirety of British Columbia.

It rained in Burnaby on Saturday the 14th at about 9 or 10 in the morning; a light sprinkle that lasted for only about 10 minutes as we departed from a local café. It would also rain all over most of the province later that, and the following, day.

Unfortunately it didn’t rain with any significant volume anywhere and the net result was 12 more forest fires, due to thunderstorms, across the province than there there were previously. It was remarkable that it happened right at precisely the time that we were trying to make it happen but the net result was the opposite of the desired affect; more forest fires than before.

It was at once both an empowering and a humbling experience.

If you ever undertake to make it rain somewhere, make it more regional than across an entire province, state or country in order to concentrate the desired, visualized, and felt precipitation into an area where it could have sufficient efficacy to properly water something.

Cheers!

* Similar in specificity to the way that my Argus-Eyed experiment related to Running Miracles, this instance of weather-changing is reasonably verifiable as psi-involved as evidenced by the long odds against it happening on this acutely sunny date.

Dear Gary; About Trump Classified Espionage and Today’s New MAGA

Dear Gary, pursuant to our email thread,

Edgar Cayce said that when certain inequities occur, uprisings, including riots, “must” happen. I searched for EVERY instance of ‘rebellion’ in his readings and he ALWAYS advises against it except on two occasions when his observations took the same form: ‘Your soul advanced by rebelling against abuse and misuse of the crystal (one example) but it lost ground more when you abused its power yourself’.

“If those in position to give of their means, their wealth, their education, their position, do not take these things into consideration, then there must be that levelling that will come. For unless these are considered, there must eventually become a revolution… things as crime, riots, and every nature of disturbance.”– Edgar Cayce 3976-19

By “inequities” Cayce certainly meant ‘socio-economic’, as has repeated itself throughout history “When the rich get too rich”. That’s certainly afoot again today, as almost always, but I also believe that there are information and empirical knowledge based inequities afoot too that are attracting their own irrevocable karmas.

There are rampant “Deep State” conspiracy theories circulating on the Internet these days but, for what it’s worth, I consider the perpetrators of these informational inequities to be the Majority Intelligence Group and Operation Mockingbird to be the moniker for their control of the 6 enormous homogenous news conglomerates that dictate what is legitimate news and, perhaps more importantly, what isn’t.

I believe this has given karmic birth and rise to the Vesuvian output of lies from FOX News and other far right media as well as seemingly infinite online news alternatives that are aptly, unfortunately, known as a ‘Hall of Mirrors’ for reflecting back every user’s predetermined biases. Worse yet political opinions is now, psychologically and algorithmically, forced upon susceptible users. The US-made Facebook app that identifies a nation’s most radical individuals, and operationalizes them, was launched by Steve Bannon against the U.S. shortly before Trump took office and is still running today.

Truth is a Fruit of the Spirit and is ‘of God’. Perhaps those who can cut through all the media noise best are those who most often honestly align themselves daily with The God’s Honest Truth even when it hurts. A consistent metric of about 40% of the U.S. don’t appear to be able to see the truth at all, it often being obfuscated by FOX news-generated “HATE”. They literally use the word “Hate!” more than any other media program.

To the best of my knowledge Republican gerrymandering was at its height right after Trump took office. The backlash to Trump, however, for the mid-term and presidential elections put Democrats in charge to return to normal what they could of gerrymandered districts. It’s still a serious problem, to be sure, because the Trump diehards in the U.S. constitute 40% of the population and Republican congressmen number more than that, but the problem isn’t as bad as it was in 2016 when so many districts were gerrymandered that many were saying that the Democrats could never win an election again.


The new tactic that Republicans are overtly widely undertaking, is taking over election office positions so that they can make up whatever BS they want for election results at the local level. The Proud Boys, for example, now control the elections office in their regional district. I’m not confident that enough Democrats are aware of this danger to fight hard enough against it during the November midterm elections. I do expect that this will be a determination of the January 6th Committee however.

The Republicans are trying to destroy democracy in the U.S. and it seems likely that it’s because they’re a ripening pimple getting squeezed by the fact that they haven’t won the popular vote in quite a long time. The benefits of The Electoral College, a remaining vestige of slavery, that Republicans enjoy isn’t democratic either. The fact that this makes the U.S. not a true democracy appears to be a powerful facet in its possible destruction.

While the urgency of saving democracy seems to call for all due vehemence against its aggressors the most long-term far-sighted perspective is to look to, cultivate, and maintain within ourselves the Fruits of the Spirit; Patience, Tolerance, and (No one’s favorite) Long-suffering being notable among them. Long-suffering often crossed my mind while Trump was in office.

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By their fruits ye shall know them.

President Biden and Attorney General Merrick Garland seem to be good examples for the rest of us. The Biden administration has, in this past month while he suffered through 2 bouts of Covid, passed more meaningful and positive legislation for the American people than has been passed in many decades. This with a 100% noncompliant partisan Republican opposition. He’s done this by ignoring the drama and patiently and diligently (also Fruits) working for what is good and right.

Merrick Garland too has been endlessly patient with Trump and has been biding his time, even coddling him, to try to get things exactly right in accordance with the rule of law.

With news of the recapture of the Top Secret Compartmentalized Nuclear Intelligence secreted away at Mar-a-lago it looks to me like the evidence is clear. They can’t let him off without potentially making espionage legal. His personal end has arrived.

We just have to be patient with the many spiritually impaired God’s children and continue to set the best possible example for them while hoping that they don’t act up too hatefully as they learn.

How about this coming Saturday as an alternative to our rain-checked BBQ? This summer is rapidly running out of weekends.

Despite having heard from the occasional follower I learned this week that, besides myself, you’re the only one who has subscribed to my Martyan Chronicles blog. I suspect that this is because, in the early days, there was a simple RSS (Really Simple Syndication) button that you could just push to subscribe via email. I don’t even know if a subscription is possible anymore.

In appreciation of this I’m thinking about publishing this email as a blog post titled “Dear Gary, (with the title including catchwords like Trump, Biden, Garland, Espionage etc). Are you OK with that?

Yours,
Marty

Adorable

A number of age-related physical challenges have descended upon me recently sufficient to discourage continued jogging; and walking can be even more painful. Notwithstanding yesterday, on a beautiful sunny day, I decided to see how I could manage with a jog/walk around Burnaby Lake.

The arbitrary Positive Word of the Day on my Systemagic FB (Meta?) page, yesterday, was ‘Adorable’. In recent years I’ve been experimenting with maintaining a single positive meditative thoughts while jogging and observing if there are any apparently related results. I’ve been letting the reverse-alphabetical order of the daily words choose which word it would be.

Running Miracles

As I started my 10-min. warm-up walk I realized that I was going to be looking for adorableness in the many people coming in the opposite direction. And you know what? Pretty much everyone on the trail that day was absolutely as cute as a frikin’ little button.

People of every age, some with doggies, couples, singles, a group of developmentally disabled young adults, and even squirrels and birds crossed my path,. I almost went critical mass into cuteness overload when an elderly man came along pulling a toddler in a home-made wooden wagon. Everyone was just adorable.

Evidently people on the streets of New York city find it socially acceptable to look each other in the face for 1.2 seconds and that face-to-face comfort zone extends as long as 3 or 4 seconds in other cultures. I’m pretty sure I exceeded all socially acceptable boundaries staring into their faces enjoying every adorable aspect of each visage – and many looked back as long as I kept looking.

Their reactions were great. I don’t think I’ve ever heard as many “Good-Morning”‘s on a single jog. Anticipating adorableness I must have been smiling because many of the faces of those I encountered melted into BIG beautiful smiles. One attractive dark-haired young lady with her hair in a bun looked like she was about to burst into tears until she looked at my face and burst into a big beautiful smile instead. What a wonderful experience; one made all the more sweet by the recognition that the resulting physical pain of these outings has become too high a price to pay.



Carpe Momento!

Ancient Wisdom 101 – Lesson 1 Oneness

I had a couple of dreams recently regarding the value of ancient wisdom.

A Dream unexamined
is like a
Letter from God
Unopened

Unknown but oft attributed to Jung

(Dream Analysis could be an interesting future post)

2 Dreams

  1. I’ve bought and sold many collectibles in my real waking life. In the first dream a serious collector, or dealer, gives me 2.5 times my asking price for a collectible oddity; a traditionally wrapped mummy preserved in the lotus position. The mummy in this dream symbolizes ancient spiritual wisdom. (As it turns out that there are actually several ancient mummies in the world preserved in the lotus position. They must have been saintly men.)
  2. In the second dream I’m fascinated by a large antique bookcase filled with precious leather-bound antique books. I pull one down and open it up to find an ample amount of collectible antiquated paper currency pressed between the opening pages. I show it to the owner and she nods that she knows it’s there. Now knowledgeable too, I close the book and reshelve it.

Both dreams are about the significant value of ancient knowledge and wisdom.

Do I know any ancient wisdom? I’ve sought for spiritual truth more than many, and probably most, people. It’s possible that I’ve genuinely come across some ancient wisdom that’s worth imparting.

Consequently…

Lesson One

ONENESS

After the primordial Law of Procreation and Law of Survival and abreast of the known and unknown Laws of Physics the most primary Universal Law is the Law of One.

We Are One

One

The subject of wisdom isn’t taught in schools but it’s an elementary lesson:

Wisdom = Oneness

Wisdom is just that simple yet that expansively profound. If you understand oneness you understand it all.

“The first lesson for six months should be One-One-One-One; Oneness of God, Oneness of man’s relation, Oneness of force, Oneness of time, Oneness of purpose, Oneness in every effort- Oneness- Oneness!” Edgar Cayce Reading 900-429

The Oneness of time can be challenging to grasp. Time is said to be happening all at once and when you make spiritual progress in this lifetime you make related similar progress in your past lifetimes. Our life lessons contract in this manner until our return to God will appear to have all taken only a moment.

Exercise 1 – Oneness

Contemplate ‘Oneness’, as in the Edgar Cayce quote above, for 6 months

Meditation is an excellent way to contemplate Oneness of Consciousness and contemplating Oneness while jogging in nature can amplify it via a hard-pumping heart, lungs, arms, legs, epinephrine, endorphins, momentum and literal inspiration.

The Whole Ancient Wisdom Curriculum:

But if you ‘get’ Oneness, you get a whole lot.

UNIR1

Good-bye

As Cynthia declined from cancer I watched her say good-bye to many things one by one and know that, with advancing age, we’ll all have to do that. I’ve had some setbacks in my physiotherapy and am limping again today. I don’t yet know if I’ll ever be able to run again, haven’t tried yet, but have determined, for certain, that I’ll never be able to run up and down mountains again and steep terrain has comprised 50% of my jogging. My sylvan Burnaby Mountain run is now a thing of the past complete with the first Trans Mountain Trail incline heavily influenced by its maintenance shortcomings, the presence of the tank farm build-out, and pipeline protests. I’ll never likely see the Native Watch House again or clear the foliage from the self proclaimed singularly maintained “Marty’s Trail” which, I predict, will have completely grown shut within 5 years. At least I outlasted most of my contemporaries in mountain-running capacity and I won’t have to watch the pornographic killer pipeline penetrate and impregnate the property.


My most recent injury occurred in walking up the steep base of the Trans Mountain’s Trail to the first bench where I’d often rest before tackling the long steep incline coming next. It’s where I listened to a Raven last summer on a thaumatological jog that became a blog post.


What I didn’t include in that post was that I’d previously encountered a smaller black snake when running up the trail. It’s body was sound, forming a picture-perfect tapering sine wave in fact, but it was deceased smack in the middle of the trail. I picked it up and laid it to rest under an adolescent tree. Apparently there’s a nest of black snakes that lives, so utterly, symbolically, aptly close to the top of Trans Mountain Trail where all the protests take place and the Raven totem stands.


As I sat, recently, on this bench I once again heard the same raven in the same place kraaing its song over my right shoulder nearby. It lives there. The synchronistic Native symbolism currently active on this mountainside is truly remarkable.


When I got home I had to look it up; Raven’s eat snakes. Apparently, no matter how dangerous the snake, they peck them on the head until dead.


That’s what happens.

Prevoyant

You may already know that, in many of my jog log blogs, I’ve been writing about my thought experiments contemplating different positive words while necessarily infusing the significantly increased emotional force of my physically hard-pumping heart, lungs, arms & legs that jogging brings.

This jog predated the ARGUS-EYED jog that was my last post.

My arbitrary Facebook “Positive Word of the Day“, on this day, was “Prevoyant”. A word that I would never choose from a list that means “far-sighted; foreseeing; or prescient”.

The primary feelings of most positive words are elementary to comprehend but what on Earth are the feelings of foresight?

I’ve experienced genuine prescience just twice, perhaps the subjects of a future blog post, but for different reasons the feelings of the events are near impossible to draw upon.

My academic thoughts, while jogging, regarding foresight were that, as a 220 lb. 65 year-old man with a compromised heart and a twisted spine (scoliosis) I must jog through a lot of pain and I’m aging disquietingly quickly. At some point in the relatively near future I can foresee having to give up jogging, for which I’ve developed great affection, due in part to cultivating great positive feelings while pumped.

At one point in my jog around Burnaby lake, returning by Cariboo Dam, there’s a private little-used bench, overlooking a field, offset from the trail upon which I usually take a meditative rest. On this occasion the bench was occupied – I had not seen that coming.

The next bench, by a lake outlet lookout, is on the main trail and, while unoccupied at that moment, it’s a more popular bench to sit on. I chose to stretch my back upon the seat of a picnic table more in the middle of the field; a good place to contemplate being prevoyant.

There was a little untouched pile of bird feed on the corner of the table.

About 15 people in one Asian group descended upon, and surrounded, the lookout bench thus verifying the wee prevoyant foreseeability of its popularity. Emboldened by that I took an ample bit of bird seed with me daring a prevoyant avian meeting to occur on the final leg back.

Not too long thereafter I came across a really tiny bird, with a half-long bill and fluffy feathers. It was wriggling in a dust bath close to the side of the path and it let me get right up beside it, closer than most birds would, before it flew away. I jogged onward a bit before realizing that this must be my forecast bird feeding encounter.

When I turned around the tiny bird was back in the dust bath which gave me the perfect coordinates whereupon to drop the birdseed payload. I just hope the little thing was pleased rather than thinking “WTF did you do to my wonderful dust bath?!?”.

That was it. A somewhat mediocre experience contemplating the adjective prevoyant – until now.

Weeks later I suspect that I’ve incurred, from jogging, a medial meniscus tear in my left knee which could well mean that my jogging days are now abruptly behind me. My plans are to try out some Urban Poling hiking poles, of Scandinavian origin, that reduce body weight impact on knees by 20%. Unfortunately I can no longer count on pumping myself up physically with my heart and lungs from more vigorous cardio exercise and will have to try to rely more on pumping up mentally with heart and mind.

Affined

This means that the jogging thoughts about the word prevoyant that I had thought were the most academic; about my getting too old to jog, turned out to be the most impactfully prevoyant. They predicted that my jogging ability would end, and it did, like a switch.

Click!

The consummate positive word resource.


Argus-eyed

Ever since my weather altering experience 5 years ago that related to flying with swallows the next day I’ve been experimenting, while jogging, with taking positive words and adding to the thought of them the inherent heart, lung, and limb pumping emotional drive inherent to running in natural environments.

I’m recording them here in my jog log blogs because 1) I like to write about extraordinary things and 2) I’m unaware of anyone else ever having done experiments like this so this record could be important.

My fallback jogging word has long been Gramercy, and I’ve also used some of the words found on the web page that I created related to Law of Attraction Vocabulary, but more recently I’ve just gone with the random (inverse alphabetical) word that happens to come up on my Facebook ‘Positive Word of the Day’ post as was the case with my most recent blog post ‘Thaumatology“.

Evidently these positive word jogs are about both Thaumatology and Thaumaturgy

Yesterday the word of the day was Argus-eyed which means Vigilant.

Argus-eyed

Some positive words are better suited to this attempted inducement than others and I thought Argus-eyed might not be one of them, so I thought that I could always use my fallback words of Love and Gramercy. But I thought about being Argus-eyed as well as I set off on my jog at Deer Lake.

At one point on this jog there’s a lookout tower that I jog up and use as a rest stop to shake my legs out a bit.

Time Cop

There’s “TIME COP” graffiti on the floor boards atop this lookout tower in the woods that suggests that it’s a remote teleportation station for temporal law enforcement officers.

This was the perfect outlook location for Argus-eyed contemplation.

When I was descending the stairs, we could barely glimpse each other beyond the bushes, when a dog, because of my presence, started barking aggressively. The young lady owner apologized for it’s ‘puppy behavior’ and I noted that the manner in which its tail was wagging indicated that it was feeling happy.

She held her dog firmly in place with her foot on its long leash. Her dog had the countenance of a large all-black border collie. I told her quickly about my word of the day, that her dog looked a lot like the dog in my Argus-eyed positive word of the day picture, and that the word means “Vigilant” and she said yes, that her dog was extremely vigilant.

Before this I couldn’t imagine how a word like Argus-eyed could present itself in real life, and I never see dogs at Deer Lake but in this way this dog, utterly impeccably and perfectly, reminded me that while vision plays a part, the primary meaning of the word is VIGILANCE.


Thaumatology

Sometimes, when I go jogging, I meditate on the uncommon Positive Word of the Day posted on my Positive Word Facebook Page.

Today that word was “Thaumatology – the study of miracles” which I combined with the thought of ‘Thaumaturgy‘; the creation of miracles, because if it’s not created it’s not there to be studied.

I also gave the Transmountain Pipeline area of Burnaby Mountain, the first challenging uphill climb where I jog, some forethought in this context because my understanding is that the spirit realm can act more quickly via nature than via more complex human interactions and I wanted it to have reasonable reaction time.

My academic thoughts, while jogging were that all of birth and nature is miraculous because humans will never likely be able to create life from scratch. Biology is thaumatology to the extent that we seek to understand its relationship to the source of all creation. Related to this the sun would inherently also be miraculous and the odds of it shining on a Goldilocks Zone orb is probably statistically as infrequent as some of the more uncommon human miracles.

After running through Squint Lake Park, and by the Burnaby Golf Course, I started running up the steep incline of the Transmountain Trail. My iPod, on shuffle, played “Electric Pow Wow” by A Tribe Called Red.

Sitting down on a park bench to stretch my legs part way up the trail I heard a Raven, somewhere on a branch over my right shoulder ‘Kraaing’ loudly.

Trickster

In coastal Native mythology, Raven is the powerful figure who transforms the world. Raven, aka Trickster, sits atop the totem pole erected in protest of the pipeline beside the primary entrance to the Transmountain, nee Kinder Morgan, property. This totem pole sits near the top of the hill up which I was jogging.

At this time Trickster appears to be working his magic by eliminating global markets for the filthy, Earth-threatening, Native killing Alberta tar sand bitumen that the Transmountain pipeline will carry.

As I sat there Raven took off and I watched its black form flicker by beyond the treetops, on the deconstructed Transmountain (TM) side of the fence. It flew downhill and then across the bottom edge of the noisy destruction site before flying up the other side of the property kraaing every now and then. It appeared the be surveying the perimeter.

For the rest of the jog nothing notable happened beyond finding the first couple of ripe blackberries of the year – until jogging by the TM property again, in the other direction, on the way home.

A fairly large, dark, quickly-moving snake, alarmed by my presence, slithered diagonally downhill across my path giving me a good view of its vigorous muscular winding mobility. Coast Salish native lore only speaks of a two-headed snake which symbolizes power, danger, destruction, and something to be feared.

Black Snake

To me its downhill slithering seemed to resemble to the movement of pipeline oil. In retrospect the Natives protesting the Dakota Access Pipeline referred to it as ‘Black Snake’.

As I started to run by the golf course again, across the street from the TM property, something shiny caught my eye and I picked it up precisely at the moment that the lyrics from the iPod sang “…Leave no stone unturned.”

The Light

It was a small shiny 3/8 in. steel ball bearing. I would have ignored it if it wasn’t for the well-known Coast Salish mythology about Raven stealing the light. This, no doubt, comes from the attraction that the big birds have to shiny objects. This shiny ball-bearing reflecting the sun’s light befits the iconography of the story of the Raven, aka Trickster, perfectly.

I set out contemplating mirabilia on my jog and wasn’t disappointed.

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