Phat-Chewing on Blueberry Hill

A special wyrd to the Blueberry Hill Eidolon Circle
[as we've come to think of y'awl:]

Medicine, Science and Spirit operate on similar principles:

First, do no harm.

Love is the Whole Enchilada. [ok .. I made that up, but it stays.]

Every action has an equal or greater reaction,
or Every action/reaction has a consequence.

Webs unravel when the intent of energy manipulation is woven with willful disregard of the above principles.

I was taught that no one can enter our personal energy domain for any reason, without first being invited. We sometimes unintentionally make welcome what will harm us by means of our own unresolved disharmonious wants, needs, desires. Sometimes we simply vampirize our own lifeforce by clinging too tightly to the past, thereby energizing those strings into the present.

Those strings can include people, places, and things. By that cling-wrapped type of pathos --- we can actually and For Real --- hold others back from their own forward motion. That's not love. That's selfish.

To know what motivates an/other to do things which harm an/other whether by intentional deceit, manipulation, or simply lack of understanding --- know what presents a threat to that other's security. Be that people, places, or things.

The possibilities are endless, aren't they?

We had an interesting neighborhood jaunt today [the 3 children and I.]

Not 3 blocks South of our place, at the intersection of North Front and Tinkham Streets, sits an odd little shoppe called "J&B Antiques."
Outside on a battered rainbow-webbed lawn chair sat a funny little man who looked exactly like... like ... well ... like Santa Claus!

The Proprietor.

A light drizzle was tapping the earth as we slowly drove past. Mr. Kringle was sitting undaunted in the rain wearing mirrored sunglasses, no less! lol He looked up from the book he was reading *in the rain!* and gave us a jaunty wave ~~~~

No One Said A Word.

But we all felt the incoming rush of sweet and pure love tickle our hearts and bellies. And as those waves flowed ... the attachments from a type of Diatryma disengaged.

The outcome of our Odd Experience will be made clear before the weekend is out.

It's A Promise. From a Keeper.

And we hear it *will* be for the benefit of All.
Mr. Kring-el said so.