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I just read something about the idea of learning

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… directly from nature’s “mindless” entities and it reminded me of a long-ago day with Jen.
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She couldn’t, it seemed, let an hour go by without asking something of an inanimate object.
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On that day she picked up a stone the size of the end of my little finger and said aloud, face shining, “Beloved little rock, what is your history?”
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Then she broke out laughing.
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When I asked her what was so funny she replied that it let her know in no uncertain terms that it was not a rock, but a piece of an ancient pot!
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You can read more about Jen and her activities here if you wish:
https://otherearsothertongues.wordpress.com/category/jen/

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Peace …  NELLADELL

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THEORY OF COLOR

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The afternoon before Easter Sunday

… we went to a favorite stream-side site high in Arizona’s Pinal Mountains to spend the night.

The purpose was to reserve the site for a large family gathering the next day.

My contribution was the eggs, a dozen of each of six colors, dyed using a standard egg coloring kit. I’d had help from the children in coloring the eggs and they had mixed the eggs so that the purple, for instance, had not all been taken from the same box.

Since the rest of the family was to arrive early in the morning with the children, I hid the eggs before going to sleep.

In the night we heard little animals in the bushes and supposed they were skunks, kin to the ones we had seen earlier, but didn’t investigate.  When morning came and the eggs hunted, we found none disturbed, except the purple ones, which were all broken, and the red/pink ones, of which there was nothing left but shells.  Or perhaps it was the other way round.  But it was the purple and pink/red which were out of business.

Perhaps it was a difference in chemical composition which made the colors more or less compatible with the vibrations of the skunks (if skunks it was), but it’s something else that made us go “Hmmm” at a time when we knew nothing at all about the subject of color theory.

Peace

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NEST OF ”FAIRIES”

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The ‘room’ about which I spoke as housing The Gypsy’s altar at Spirit Mesa was actually a tee pee.

It was 22 feet across, if I recall correctly.  (the little patio in THE BAD picture (https://otherearsothertongues.wordpress.com/category/spirit-mesa-photos/ ) was built where the tee pee had stood, and the white surrounding circle fit well within the space formerly covered by the rug in the tee pee.  The altar was a flat stone set up just inside the east-facing entrance.  There was a ‘berm’ in front of the tee pee entrance.  She had covered that berm with the most energetic stones of the area.  I included this picture link so you can see the little ‘berm.’

This is as The Gypsy told me:

A family visited.  Their small child leaped from the car yelling excitedly about fairies and ran to the tee pee yelling that the fairies went in there.  When inside, the child, whether through observation or intuition or deduction, said, they went out through the top, pointing to the smoke hole.

An aside: I remember reading that fairies were said sometimes to have nests in the space where the poles come together at the top of tee pees.

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Peace

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