About 3 this morning I stood bare-foot in my garden, feeling the dew-covered grass under my feet, and looked up at the majesty of the Moon, Venus, the stars and galaxies. I recommend it to all. Or go do it bare-footed on a beach in damp sand and feel the waves ripple over your toes and around your ankles. Srunch your toes in the grass or in the sand. If brave, do it naked. It makes you feel at one with Creation.
If you can't do either of above then give any trees you pass a "Hello" and ask them how their day is? Ask them what they have seen today or during their lives? Or what they think of the crazy going on with the masks, the jabs and, um, the frightened crazies. Pat a tree. Place your hands on a tree trunk for a few minutes and feel the energy. Make eye contact with anyone who gives you a crazy look and tell them that you knew the tree in a previous life. Say thank-you everytime you pick blackberries from a bush. I have been saying "Thank you" quite a lot in recent weeks.
The more the plandemic goes on the more I find myself wrapping myself in the spiritual blanket of the Universe, of trying to raise my vibration and understanding that there are greater energies or powers that the likes of the TWO Gates (We must never forget that BOTH of them were laughing about Humanity not being able to ignore the next pandemic.), the Soros lot and all the others cannot begin to understand that there are powers greater than them who see all and know everything. I know whom I would rather have my back. It is not the bloke with the bad jumpers.
/ end of crazy rant by a Welshman (Did I mention the naked bit?)
Here's a funny story. I live in a small cul-de-sac. When I first moved in I had this urge to run, naked, in the middle of the night to the end of the road and back again. Less than a minute. I did this several times. One night I had the urge again.
I looked out of my bedroom window. The road was deserted. Not a sound. My sixth sense kicked in. Something was not right. I decided to wait. A few minutes later a police car drove up the road, around the cul-de-sac and left.
Oddly enough, I learnt only last week that it is not illegal to be naked in the UK - as long as you mean not to cause offence to anyone. You can be a Naturist quite legally. Personally, I think it is best to do so in the privacy of your own home or in deserted woods, or on deserted beaches. It is not right to do it where others would be offended. I would not like a naked person sat next to me in the pub or on the bus. But I do urge everyone to explore being naked. There is a vulnerability and a connection with the Universe when we strip ourselves of clothing and feel the air and light envelop us.
Some 30 years ago I went to a Welsh beach on a warm Summer's evening. The tide was far out. You could not see it. Blackness enveloped the distance. I walked down towards the incoming waves. Turning around I could see the lights of the road. See people walking and cars passing. In the darkness they could not see me. I pulled my clothes off. Folded them neatly in a pile. Yes, I was a bit anal back then. Then I ran up and down the length of the beach. Several times. I did lengths, I did circles, I did figures of eight. I pretended to be an aeroplane at one point. I shouted, screamed and laughed as I ran. I passed a courting couple in the darkness at one point. I acted and felt like a kid. It was wonderful.
The following day the local paper ran a headline. The beach had been closed. In the morning walkers had discovered unexploded WW2 mines had been uncovered in the sand. The bomb squad had been called in to blow them up. It could have been worse. The headline could have been:
This article resonates so much with me. My husband and I reside in Perth, Western Australia and have borne the full force of restrictions and recriminations as we are categorised as Level 1 Critical Healthcare Workers.
We are currently on long leave in the remote Australian Outback, Northern Territory, and immersed in this vast, natural, powerful healing environment for 2.5 months. I express my gratitude for every tree trunk I touch, all the colourful rocks holding the warmth of the sun, for the vibrations of the earth under my feet, for the shooting stars lighting our hearts in the blackest of nights, for the silvery moonlight blanketing the landscape with love, promise and hope . . .
We are being slowly and deeply healed. Our scruffiness is being silver-plated by every full moon; green shoots are sprouting where we’d been cropped; instead of being regimented and controlled, we are talking freely to folk along the way where our paths cross; our sense of loss has been replaced by a magnetic, compelling connection to this great earth. She holds us steadily and we are not alone: our vibe attracts our tribe.
Tess, Please keep writing and getting this message out. It is needed to break the mass psychosis currently keeping so many blind to true beauty and deaf to the sound of real truth. Your gentle heart message blended together with the universe’s incredible and unfailing energy emit a powerful vibration which will attract many hearts of men to rise and actually become once again the powerful force of light and love within them.
Completely agree--we thrive when we’re in connection with ourselves and others. Look at our immune systems: how robust it becomes in balance and connection and cooperation with the microbiome and virome that surrounds us.
What a beautiful message from a beautiful human being—and a scientist-poet, no less! For a second, I thought, Are those some Shakespearean lines I’ve forgotten? The iambic pentameter’s a bit off (the first two lines could pass), but Shakespeare sometimes did that to emphasize a singular message.
And then I continued reading and realized those are your lines—or the Earth’s lines as relayed through you, and I am reminded of some of my own favorite nature-connecting poems, which underscore your heartfelt message here:
I'd never read the Boland, thank you. Here's a funny one from David Wagoner, a poet of the Pacific Northwest, who died late last year well into his nineties:
The Poets Agree to Be Quiet by the Swamp
They hold their hands over their mouths
And stare at the stretch of water.
What can be said has been said before:
Strokes of light like herons’ legs in the cattails,
Mud underneath, frogs lying even deeper.
Therefore, the poets may keep quiet.
But the corners of their mouths grin past their hands.
The last few days I have had the opportunity to be on a fairly isolated property off grid in the Australian Bush. The connection with nature is profound. The birdsong and endless vistas and walks
on kangaroo tracks on the property. Life can become so disconnected from nature. This was a lovely
Thank you for being such an inspiration. Nature is our solace. And even it is under threat from the transhumanist agenda. We must love Nature with all we have to give. Embrace it. Do all we can to protect it. May I recommend the writings of Loren Eiseley. Especially "The Star Thrower".
Disconnecting from others seems to reduce our ability to read danger signals as well. So few seem able to see red flags or feel unease about others' behaviors, to sense someone is lying, to possess the instinct that something is not right. I'm currently reading "The Gift of Fear" which talks about how we possess innate intuition which helps us avoid danger and enhances self-preservation. Or, we used to! We're missing the signals we need to be picking up, or ignoring them.
Let's get Real, and Physical. Lemme hear your body talk, body talk. Really, this is a great article. Years ago in grad school we wondered if the next generation or two would be born with large thumbs from all the texting of their parents. Now it's so much more than texting. Life's become strange Let's return to nature. Now. Thank you Dr. Tess.
More and more I’ve come to find that guerrilla tactics work best for most of my time in front of screens. Get in, get out with purpose, before the mindless patterns of numbing behavior take hold. The mere act of intentionally does wonders. It’s not so much a quantitative exercise as a qualitative one. With more intention comes less time in front of the screen. Dr. Lawrie’s message is spot on. Go play in nature!
Thank you for this “reality check”. I am fortunate to live in a climate friendly place and ENJOY walks and fresh air daily. This has encouraged me to share your msg and my thoughts of nature and digital disconnection with my social groups. It is wonderful to gather in groups and share laughs and emotions - there is SO much communication in our physical presence that the virtual world has tried to strip us of. Time to stop self censorship and open our hearts and souls to each other.
Thank you, that rings so, so true Tess as I completed a 100 mile walk on Dartmoor national park on Tuesday for charity fundraising. You can read my expedition blog below and the crowdfunding page is open till Sunday midnight:
This is lovely Tess. I think we get messages, all of us, too, that are we are closed off to in artificial environments, messages that may be a crucial part of our being, like those from dreams. Extreme athletes describe these experiences coming when away from mirrors and possessions and technologies. We need advice from dreams and the non-human world.
My wife is in the garden again today and I’m indoors (in So. California) reading on my iPhone, gazing out the windows at the beautiful views. I feel detached; she feels connected.
Oh how I wish I lived in a climate that has more than 20 weeks of weather that doesn't need a parka. I would live outdoors in the woods and meadow for most of every day.
One of the first things we have to do is take back control over our own health from the medical profession. I assert that doctors should support their customers rather than dominate. They should listen to their customers rather than accuse them of lying if their symptoms do not align with what the medical text books state. If we had power over our own health, much of the disaster of covid would not have happened.
Please feel free to correct anything I have said in this article.
About 3 this morning I stood bare-foot in my garden, feeling the dew-covered grass under my feet, and looked up at the majesty of the Moon, Venus, the stars and galaxies. I recommend it to all. Or go do it bare-footed on a beach in damp sand and feel the waves ripple over your toes and around your ankles. Srunch your toes in the grass or in the sand. If brave, do it naked. It makes you feel at one with Creation.
If you can't do either of above then give any trees you pass a "Hello" and ask them how their day is? Ask them what they have seen today or during their lives? Or what they think of the crazy going on with the masks, the jabs and, um, the frightened crazies. Pat a tree. Place your hands on a tree trunk for a few minutes and feel the energy. Make eye contact with anyone who gives you a crazy look and tell them that you knew the tree in a previous life. Say thank-you everytime you pick blackberries from a bush. I have been saying "Thank you" quite a lot in recent weeks.
The more the plandemic goes on the more I find myself wrapping myself in the spiritual blanket of the Universe, of trying to raise my vibration and understanding that there are greater energies or powers that the likes of the TWO Gates (We must never forget that BOTH of them were laughing about Humanity not being able to ignore the next pandemic.), the Soros lot and all the others cannot begin to understand that there are powers greater than them who see all and know everything. I know whom I would rather have my back. It is not the bloke with the bad jumpers.
/ end of crazy rant by a Welshman (Did I mention the naked bit?)
I very much appreciated reading this comment. All so true! Thank you and God bless - from New England
Here, an Englishman applauds your crazy Welsh rant ;^) .
P.S. Do you think that'll work in court as part of your defence?
Here's a funny story. I live in a small cul-de-sac. When I first moved in I had this urge to run, naked, in the middle of the night to the end of the road and back again. Less than a minute. I did this several times. One night I had the urge again.
I looked out of my bedroom window. The road was deserted. Not a sound. My sixth sense kicked in. Something was not right. I decided to wait. A few minutes later a police car drove up the road, around the cul-de-sac and left.
Oddly enough, I learnt only last week that it is not illegal to be naked in the UK - as long as you mean not to cause offence to anyone. You can be a Naturist quite legally. Personally, I think it is best to do so in the privacy of your own home or in deserted woods, or on deserted beaches. It is not right to do it where others would be offended. I would not like a naked person sat next to me in the pub or on the bus. But I do urge everyone to explore being naked. There is a vulnerability and a connection with the Universe when we strip ourselves of clothing and feel the air and light envelop us.
Some 30 years ago I went to a Welsh beach on a warm Summer's evening. The tide was far out. You could not see it. Blackness enveloped the distance. I walked down towards the incoming waves. Turning around I could see the lights of the road. See people walking and cars passing. In the darkness they could not see me. I pulled my clothes off. Folded them neatly in a pile. Yes, I was a bit anal back then. Then I ran up and down the length of the beach. Several times. I did lengths, I did circles, I did figures of eight. I pretended to be an aeroplane at one point. I shouted, screamed and laughed as I ran. I passed a courting couple in the darkness at one point. I acted and felt like a kid. It was wonderful.
The following day the local paper ran a headline. The beach had been closed. In the morning walkers had discovered unexploded WW2 mines had been uncovered in the sand. The bomb squad had been called in to blow them up. It could have been worse. The headline could have been:
"Streaker blown up by Nazi bomb!"
Hysterical!
Beautiful, thank you for the inspiration to do more that you described. I have a group of trees in garden that are very powerful for me.
This article resonates so much with me. My husband and I reside in Perth, Western Australia and have borne the full force of restrictions and recriminations as we are categorised as Level 1 Critical Healthcare Workers.
We are currently on long leave in the remote Australian Outback, Northern Territory, and immersed in this vast, natural, powerful healing environment for 2.5 months. I express my gratitude for every tree trunk I touch, all the colourful rocks holding the warmth of the sun, for the vibrations of the earth under my feet, for the shooting stars lighting our hearts in the blackest of nights, for the silvery moonlight blanketing the landscape with love, promise and hope . . .
We are being slowly and deeply healed. Our scruffiness is being silver-plated by every full moon; green shoots are sprouting where we’d been cropped; instead of being regimented and controlled, we are talking freely to folk along the way where our paths cross; our sense of loss has been replaced by a magnetic, compelling connection to this great earth. She holds us steadily and we are not alone: our vibe attracts our tribe.
Tess, Please keep writing and getting this message out. It is needed to break the mass psychosis currently keeping so many blind to true beauty and deaf to the sound of real truth. Your gentle heart message blended together with the universe’s incredible and unfailing energy emit a powerful vibration which will attract many hearts of men to rise and actually become once again the powerful force of light and love within them.
Yes, we are simply humans with all that implies. The civilization is the rot, the imposition of control, the lies.
Completely agree--we thrive when we’re in connection with ourselves and others. Look at our immune systems: how robust it becomes in balance and connection and cooperation with the microbiome and virome that surrounds us.
And now to step away from this screen...
What a beautiful message from a beautiful human being—and a scientist-poet, no less! For a second, I thought, Are those some Shakespearean lines I’ve forgotten? The iambic pentameter’s a bit off (the first two lines could pass), but Shakespeare sometimes did that to emphasize a singular message.
And then I continued reading and realized those are your lines—or the Earth’s lines as relayed through you, and I am reminded of some of my own favorite nature-connecting poems, which underscore your heartfelt message here:
• “Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front,” Wendell Berry (https://margaretannaalice.substack.com/i/36768125/manifesto-the-mad-farmer-liberation-front)
• “Love Abides,” by Barbara Pescan (https://margaretannaalice.substack.com/i/40357231/love-abides)
• “Wild Geese,” by Mary Oliver (https://margaretannaalice.substack.com/i/54281193/wild-geese)
• “And Soul,” by Eavan Boland (https://margaretannaalice.substack.com/i/64546086/and-soul)
I'd never read the Boland, thank you. Here's a funny one from David Wagoner, a poet of the Pacific Northwest, who died late last year well into his nineties:
The Poets Agree to Be Quiet by the Swamp
They hold their hands over their mouths
And stare at the stretch of water.
What can be said has been said before:
Strokes of light like herons’ legs in the cattails,
Mud underneath, frogs lying even deeper.
Therefore, the poets may keep quiet.
But the corners of their mouths grin past their hands.
They stick their elbows out into the evening,
Stoop, and begin the ancient croaking.
🙏💗🌾🐸
The last few days I have had the opportunity to be on a fairly isolated property off grid in the Australian Bush. The connection with nature is profound. The birdsong and endless vistas and walks
on kangaroo tracks on the property. Life can become so disconnected from nature. This was a lovely
connection with that which is real.
Thank you for being such an inspiration. Nature is our solace. And even it is under threat from the transhumanist agenda. We must love Nature with all we have to give. Embrace it. Do all we can to protect it. May I recommend the writings of Loren Eiseley. Especially "The Star Thrower".
Disconnecting from others seems to reduce our ability to read danger signals as well. So few seem able to see red flags or feel unease about others' behaviors, to sense someone is lying, to possess the instinct that something is not right. I'm currently reading "The Gift of Fear" which talks about how we possess innate intuition which helps us avoid danger and enhances self-preservation. Or, we used to! We're missing the signals we need to be picking up, or ignoring them.
Let's get Real, and Physical. Lemme hear your body talk, body talk. Really, this is a great article. Years ago in grad school we wondered if the next generation or two would be born with large thumbs from all the texting of their parents. Now it's so much more than texting. Life's become strange Let's return to nature. Now. Thank you Dr. Tess.
More and more I’ve come to find that guerrilla tactics work best for most of my time in front of screens. Get in, get out with purpose, before the mindless patterns of numbing behavior take hold. The mere act of intentionally does wonders. It’s not so much a quantitative exercise as a qualitative one. With more intention comes less time in front of the screen. Dr. Lawrie’s message is spot on. Go play in nature!
Thank you for this “reality check”. I am fortunate to live in a climate friendly place and ENJOY walks and fresh air daily. This has encouraged me to share your msg and my thoughts of nature and digital disconnection with my social groups. It is wonderful to gather in groups and share laughs and emotions - there is SO much communication in our physical presence that the virtual world has tried to strip us of. Time to stop self censorship and open our hearts and souls to each other.
I’m off to the fields to walk my neighbour’s dog
Thank you, that rings so, so true Tess as I completed a 100 mile walk on Dartmoor national park on Tuesday for charity fundraising. You can read my expedition blog below and the crowdfunding page is open till Sunday midnight:
https://100milesforeverhome.com
This is lovely Tess. I think we get messages, all of us, too, that are we are closed off to in artificial environments, messages that may be a crucial part of our being, like those from dreams. Extreme athletes describe these experiences coming when away from mirrors and possessions and technologies. We need advice from dreams and the non-human world.
My wife is in the garden again today and I’m indoors (in So. California) reading on my iPhone, gazing out the windows at the beautiful views. I feel detached; she feels connected.
Oh how I wish I lived in a climate that has more than 20 weeks of weather that doesn't need a parka. I would live outdoors in the woods and meadow for most of every day.
One of the first things we have to do is take back control over our own health from the medical profession. I assert that doctors should support their customers rather than dominate. They should listen to their customers rather than accuse them of lying if their symptoms do not align with what the medical text books state. If we had power over our own health, much of the disaster of covid would not have happened.
Please feel free to correct anything I have said in this article.
https://christinekent.substack.com/p/managing-the-sars-cov-2-spike-protein