Topic: Economics
Moon Sign--Gramma--Sauerkraut--Cedar berries--Bird Poop--and the Magnetic Poles--Happy Thanksgiving... Thurs. November 27, 2008/Thanksgiving Day=a day to transplant cedars...by Michael
(libertarian)
Friday, November 28, 2008
...well, the moon sign being right and all, I engaged in a bit of traditional Thanksgiving Day cedar tree transplanting today--you won't believe the Almanac that I settled on in order to do this (between a choice of four or five)--it was "Blum's Farmer's and Planter's Almanac"--which has been around since 1828 though I've never heard of it before this year! Actually, after perusing the four or five that were available I chose it because it had the easiest to read and access info on different activities as supported by the sign of the moon--and it's spokesperson is an elderly lady named Mrs. Blum--they even have a website, www.blumsalmanac.com. How about that!?! My sainted gramma who just passed away this year in September of 2008 at the age of 102 was Mrs. Nora Bell Blum--and she was the first person in my life who spoke to me about doing things according to the right moon sign...Perhaps I chose it because it had the easiest to read and access info on different activities as supported by the sign of the moon and because of its name--couldn't go wrong there!!!
The "moon sign" story she told me went thusly; her mother once demonstrated to her the importance of doing things according to the right moon sign--in order to do this her mother made up a batch of sauerkraut during the wrong moon sign (you have to realize in your currently-detached-state-from-the-real-reality-of-things-as-they-really-are-state-of-existence that back then they grew the cabbage in their own garden by hand; they pulled it themselves by hand; they shredded it themselves by hand; they packed it into pottery crocks by hand; and thereby they set it up to ferment and to make sauerkraut--by hand). This batch of kraut; made during an unfavorable moon sign, didn't make any juice at all; it dried out on top and molded--it was a totally unsatisfactory and unacceptable batch of kraut.
Subsequently, her mother made up a batch of kraut during a favorable moon sign--again all by hand--and subsequently as it fermented it made so much "juice" that the pottery crocks overflowed and they had to place pans under the crocks to catch the overflow--a totally satisfactory and acceptable batch of kraut.
Now my great-grandmother went way out of her way to demonstrate to her daughter, my grandmother, the worthiness of something that even back then was controversial, i.e. conducting ones agrarian affairs according to "moon sign." She intentionally expended futile hours of labor in an undertaking that she knew would be fruitless in order to show my gramma that doing things according to proper moon sign was worthwhile--and this back in a day when time and labor were crucial to survival. And I'll wager that my great, great grandmother had demonstrated the same lesson in the same way to her and likewise her mother before her and so on down the ancestral line from the beginning...
As you will recall (or maybe not), I transplanted 133 cedars three or four years ago after we first got the place here in NITHIA for the main reason that the little things were growing everywhere that I didn't need them and I hated to just cut them out and waste them; and for another reason that they could serve me better transplanted and growing as a windbreak to the north of the house--to keep the cold, north winter winds at bay--and for another tertiary reason that they could serve as a "green belt" to shut out the view of what's going on behind the house to the back of our place (i.e. a whole lot of self-sufficient farming in the future)--what's the point?--they could detect it from satellite anyway.
Do you want to know why they're everywhere (maybe you don't)--especially where you don't need them; under the large shade trees and/or especially along a fence-line? Well, it has to do with the cedar berries and the birds. Certain birds love to eat cedar berries and these same certain birds also love to perch in a large shade tree or on the top wire of a fence-line after they've gotten a belly-full of cedar berries and in the meanwhile they poop out the cedar seeds from the cedar berries that they've just recently ingested--you see its critical to the seeds of the cedar that they get "scarified"--in other words, "deeply scratched up"-- in the gizzard of a bird and expelled in order that their thick seed coat is weakened enough to allow them to germinate; berries that fall directly to the ground beneath the parent tree contain seeds that still have seed coats too thick to germinate and will not come up under and compete for space below the parent tree--now that's one intelligent tree; to figure out how to disperse its progeny thusly and so strategically--the cedar is also extremely shade tolerant while it is young and it can also outlive the large shade trees under which it initially takes root.
Although we commonly, in the Southeastern US, call it red cedar or just cedar it is really, technically, the Virginia juniper--another plus, we could ferment and distill gin liquor from its berries! No wonder that if we left nature to itself in the SE US for a few centuries a cedar forest would be its eventual--albeit barren--climax state (hey, we could still ferment and distill gin from its berries).
I was a bit disappointed when about 30 or so of my transplanted cedars failed to survive--this being sort of an affront to my reputation of having a "green thumb." Needing to replace them and fill in the gaps between the hundred or so that did survive I resolved to do the research and to take the measures necessary to do a better job in the transplanting of these replacements. Hey, I took a personality profile and I profiled out as being an "Objective Thinker"--but under stress, the profile revealed, I resort to being a "Perfectionist." The main part of this current objective thinker turned perfectionist under stress endeavor was to research and subsequently to do it during the right sign of the moon--this, perhaps, being a more perfect way to do it--after all, my gramma had a very convincing story about how that doing things thusly was ultimately worthwhile.
So that's what I did today, Mrs. Blum's Almanac indicating that Nov. 27 & 28 were favorable in moon sign to transplant--I'll be doing more of the same tomorrow--and again on Dec. 1 & 2.
If you've ever been in the real reality, and made any observations at all, it makes some sense. The gravitational pull of the moon upon the Earth has observable effects in the tides of the ocean. Ergo it has an observable effect on liquids. Ergo it has an effect on all Life that is effected by the circulation of liquids--I have even observed from experience that the reproductive cycles of my livestock coincides with the lunar cycles--and it echoes back to an ancient day and time when there was no rain; but rather the gravitational pull of the moon drew up the moisture from the fountains of the deep and thereby every night a "mist" arose and watered the vegetation of the Creation. I thought I had the perfect solution, i.e. do it according to the proper moon sign...
But then, thankfully, another bit of the real reality trivia was brought back to mind before I started digging and transplanting replacement cedars during this right moon sign. Many years ago, when we lived in East Texas, I had attempted to transplant some Dogwood saplings. This is a very attractive, flowering tree in the early springtime and has a tradition connected to the crucifixion of our Lord. I failed miserably. None of the transplants from the wild survived. I can't quite remember the details, but somehow, back then, I ended up discussing this with someone who I was was working with--how that my Dogwood tree transplants had failed--I was back then but a simple carpenter and so was he--but he had done some living in the real reality too and he told me that in order to successfully transplant Dogwoods that you had to orient them in their knew location according to the compass directions from which they had been removed--in other words you had to take care to place them north to south/and east to west in their new location the same as you had removed them from their existing location in order to transplant them successfully.
Thankfully and appreciatively this bit of the real reality trivia was summoned back to my mind as I, in my stressed "Perfectionist" mode, set out to transplant the replacement cedars in my windbreak--after all, they had some catching up to do with the already well-established transplants that had survived--and the replacements of the failed had to survive--in order to take root and catch up with the originals--so I faithfully took note of the compass orientation of each cedar transplant--if it works for difficult things to transplant like Dogwoods, it has to be good for all other transplanted things also...
--and this orientation to the magnetic poles began to make a correlation and to make sense to me in a similar way that it had also done with the synchronicity to the gravitational effects of the moon. When it comes to being sensitive to the magnetic field that surrounds us, unless we are trained and/or intuitive as a dowser, we have replaced our instincts with intellect--we, as humans, have adapted and survived by substituting our instincts with intellect and herein have become capable of replacing the real instinctual reality with an artificial intellectual one and one in which we are probably in error. My little cedars that were transplanted by me, in order to remove them from where I did not need them; and in order to place them in a position where they better served me to keep the cold, north winds from buffeting my domicile and to conceal my self-sufficient intentions from the mainstream of society; I being in the realization of the real reality that the circulation of their fluids is effected by the position of the moon and its gravitational influence and within this criteria there are better times and conditions for disturbing them than others; and I being in the real realization that they are sensitive to a fixed direction of sun light and a certain orientation to the magnetic fields of the planet from the time they first germinated in a specific location herein they could say, if I handled them given this real reality realization, "Hey, my fluids are still flowin' and I feel oriented even though I'm in a different place," they could do so despite the fact that I have lost my instincts to intellect--for I have used my intellect to comprehend pre-existing instincts in the natural world in which I must survive, ultimately according to its rules of instinctual real reality.
...mankind's artificial, intellectual reality will not survive--but the real reality of his intellectually realizing the pre-existing instinctual Creation will, and we must find our place within it...
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