Harmonic Resonances. Thought Is Electric, Creating An Electromagnetic Field At A Specific Frequency.

I am Groot

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Logos on earth

From the depths, the Moon beckons

“When the lake is utterly still (free of any ripples); it has no other choice but to reflect with perfect clarity.”   ~Anon I mus (Spiritually Anonymous)

*visit Anon I mus’ website at 

https://wikisearcheranonimus.wordpress.com/

http://spiritualenlightenment4nobodies.com/

Perhaps the fungi network acts as the 🧠 of the Green. The psychoactive effects of some mushrooms on animals is intriguing.

Mycelium

The part we see is just the fruit; there’s a whole network of fungi underground, a system underneath the forest floor that sustains the trees, carries nutrients in white webs.

Everyone is excited about mushrooms this year. A friend says it’s because they thrive amidst decay and death, making new life under the rot. I’d never noticed before this summer that the forest is half rot, half life. All the fallen trees, twisting slowly into the ground, all the mushrooms growing on the downed trees, and speckling the trunks with their Turkey Tails and Chicken of the Woods and Shelf Mushrooms. I used to think of the woods as a slowly changing place, turned by seasons, but it’s constantly in motion. If I could get closer, closer, maybe I could hear the leaves sprouting and disintegrating, the fungus spreading underground, and bark cells multiplying.

Out at Echo Lake, I notice all the birches that take root in the rotting stumps, making their homes from decay. How strong those curved roots are, how cunning to find purchase here, in what might look useless. I notice trees perched on cliffs, clinging with curled roots to the dirt, and impossibly arched trunks that reach out over rivers or other trees. My favorite is the pine tree that tilts further and further toward the lake each year but is somehow still alive.

Watch this, say the trees and mushrooms and ferns. There’s still so much living to do here.

Watch how we hang on.

Beautiful

I am Groot.

the awakening … BY EDWARD FOSTER

Look for “Mutant 59 The Plasric Eaters”, I read it in the 70’s.

hi! i couldn't find much on the internet so i hope it's ok if i ask you. I've heard that there are now microbes that have learned to eat plastics and could prove to be very beneficial to fighting plastic pollution, but I was wondering if may be it could backfire on us? If maybe at some point they become so efficient at it that they threaten even the plastic we actually need. I don't know, may be I'm just being paranoid, but could that be a possibility somewhere in the future?

I mean that is a possibility, but I’m not a biologist. I’m not sure how likely it is.

Maybe my followers know better.

Red hair, tall and from the North. Sounds Neanderthal. Perhaps a common culture across N. America and Europe during the Ice age.

Lovelock Cave: A Tale of Giants or A Giant Tale of Fiction?

The Paiutes, a Native-American tribe indigenous to parts of Nevada, have an oral tradition that they told to early white settlers about a race of red-haired, white giants that their ancestors referred to as the “Si- Te-Cah” and which dwelt in an ancient cave known as Lovelock. During the early part of the 20th century archaeologists found thousands of artifacts inside this cave leading to a lengthy excavation of the site and leading to some speculation that the Paiute legend was real.

Eat the right mushrooms and you will understand the connection.

Fungi, Folklore, and Fairyland

From fairy-rings to Lewis Carroll's Alice, mushrooms have long been entwined with the supernatural in art and literature. What might this say about past knowledge of hallucinogenic fungi? Mike Jay looks at early reports of mushroom-induced trips and how one species in particular became established as a stock motif of Victorian fairyland.

Jody Scott, the author, created my catch phrase, “Passing for Human”. Good book.

The fact that I Don’t Seem Autistic™ is mostly a sign that I’m spending way too much time and resources pretending I’m allistic so you don’t get uncomfortable. I’m not “high-functioning” or “well-adjusted”, I’m behaving. I had to go through years of abuse so you don’t get embarassed when I flap my hands in public.

Don’t use “You don’t look autistic to me.” as a compliment.