Our property on the Bay of Quinte is home to several species of native trees. In one area we call the glen, we’ve been witnessing an ongoing onslaught by invasive insects. Over a period of three to four years we watched helplessly as the ash trees slowly lost their battles to the Ash Borer Beetle. It bores pencil holes into the bark, then tunnels under it, robbing the trees of vital sap. Simultaneous attacks by tent caterpillars forced the trees to leaf out twice in the same season depleting their reserves.

The first tree to come down was a 60 foot specimen that was still mostly alive when we felled it. It came down with a heavy thud that shook the little glen, and sent my son and me running for cover.  We bucked the branches and left the trunk for another day.

Three nights later I awoke around 4:30 AM for a bathroom visit, and became wide awake afterwards. Since it was a mild October night, I put on my bathrobe and slippers in the dark, and decided to walk down to the glen to make a rare, early morning meditation.

As I descended into the glen I hit something. I had forgotten about the felled tree laying in the middle of the very dark glen. Even though my eyes were dark adapted, I did not see the branches lying on the ground until I walked into them. As I peered into the darkness before me, my eyes took in a faint ribbon of light stretching away from me for many feet into the night’s darkness. I had to take a few steps back to catch my breath and regain my balance.

Puzzled, I walked back up to the rim of the glen from where I could see that there were no patches of low-lying fog forming anywhere down in the glen. The night sky above was clear and starlit, and I could not see any sky shine from other ground sources. I gave the long sliver of glowing light a wide berth so as not to disturb it, as I walked around to approach it from another angle to see if I could discover its source and extent.  This time as I got closer, I could make out a soft grey-blue  glow hovering over the full length of the carcass of the tree. As my mind took in the significance of the scene my head dropped intuitively out of respect for what I knew in my heart was a lifeforce leaving the dying tree. I said some words of regret, and my body started to shake with excitement or cold, as I sat in quiet wonder.   

The glow disappeared as the morning light entered the glen. I rushed to the house to investigate the strange light on-line.  My cursory research suggested that the grey-blue glow fit the pattern for bioluminescence from decaying organic matter. The common name is Foxfire or Will ‘o the Wisp, and it was documented long ago. The usual sources are decaying matter and fungi, and the glow is so faint that it can only be observed if your eyes have been dark adapted. Apparently, the light is produced by a pair of special enzymes present in decaying matter which react with each other to release biophotons of soft light. After discussing the tree’s eerie glow with an experienced woodsmen and chemist, I chose the simple explanation that the light I had observed that morning came from rotting sawdust created under the ash bark by destructive beetle activity.

A few days later I started to dissect the trunk for firewood, and I noticed how thick the bark was, and how little actual sawdust had been produced by the beetle invaders. The amount of sawdust under the bark was trivial, and it just didn’t seem possible that so little organic matter could produce all the light that I had observed. In addition, the bark was so thick that it would surely absorb all the light photons completely. More compelling, was the sudden realization that the rest of the ash trees that were still standing were equally infected, but they did not give off any visible light emissions on that night. As the realization sank in; that the eerie glow over the dying ash tree was most likely its life force or spirit leaving the dying carcass, it sent a chill up my spine.

I consulted some of the top forestry research and management experts in Canada, who ruled out an explosion of the Armillaria fungus, that glows in the dark forest, and can spread over large areas of forest floor and acts as a communication system for trees. It became clear that the unusual glow could not be explained satisfactorily by natural processes. I reviewed my personal impressions as I witnessed the event, keeping in mind that my human presence in the glen could have perturbed the natural electromagnetic field energies present on that morning. The physical evidence I observed that morning informed me (mentally and spiritually) that spirits live  in trees. Why is there no documentation of this anywhere? Can only autistic eyes discern spirits and things that glow in the night? Now I see trees differently. Wherever there are trees, there is abundant life. They’re like living fasteners that connect the sky with the earth. Because they live in both worlds, they act as a conduit of communication between them.  

FMRI studies reveal that consciousness is still measurably present after the brain/body has died, telling us that consciousness is not the result of biological processes. Science supports the theory that trees have intelligence, because trees have been observed to mount organized defences against a deadly threat like invading insects. Planning and strategizing require creative thought.

When the rest of the ash group is felled this spring, they will hopefully provide more opportunities to study this undocumented phenomenon, perhaps with a night vision camera.

Shamanic and other spiritual cultures around the world honour and use sacred trees as: portals or gateways to hidden worlds, sources of wisdom, and even wish fulfillment. To name just a few, the Mohawks of North America honour the cedar as the sacred tree of life. The Caribe natives honour the ceiba tree, and West African’s have spiritual relationships with the iroko tree.

The visible light emissions coming from the ash tree trunk 3 days after it was cut down, proved to me with high confidence that trees have a spiritual nature that gives them life, and it can be observed and possibly documented under the right conditions.


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Comment by Steve Staniek on October 13, 2020 at 6:47am


Some of my biggest shitstorms were inspired by boredom. As a child I became bored easily, and that boredom grew into an idleness of mind. Endless boredom crushes our spirit, and a young mind will sense a primordial need to grow that manifests as a craving for stimulation. [ I imagine a young tree growing up in the shade of the forest, yearning to break through the closed canopy above to reach and live in the full light of the sun].

When our environment cannot provide this stimulation, or the right kind, the creative mind will begin to form thoughts and feelings to stimulate itself, in order to move forward", as it has been programmed to do.

I believe that the human mind is a good hunter of truth when given clear instructions. Once we focus the issue with facts, our create mind will organize and arrange the bits of reality that we have gathered, to construct a path to the truth. Whether we chose to step onto the path is another matter.

                                                        Many thanks to Pinterest

Comment by Steve Staniek on October 12, 2020 at 10:27am


I believe Jim Morrison referred to those doors, when he wrote: 

You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side, yeah.

Thoth teaches us to separate the darkness of the material world from the light of the spiritual world, with reason. Do we have divine reason embedded in us, that we can access under the right conditions or by using the right methods?  

Taken from the Book of Thoth:

"When certain areas of the brain are stimulated by the secret processes of the Mysteries, the consciousness of man is extended and he is permitted to behold the Immortals and enter into the presence of the superior gods. The Book of Thoth described the method whereby this stimulation was accomplished. In truth, therefore, it was the 'Key to Immortality'."

What is that secret process [catalyst], that stimulates our spiritual growth? Desire? Faith? Will? Imagination? Boredom?

Comment by Steve Staniek on October 12, 2020 at 6:40am


When we compare our bodies to what we have discovered in nature, we see how our biology was designed with many of the same basic design ideas found everywhere in nature. From cells and how they're organized into organs, to the electrochemical systems that support and operate those cells and organs, we've found strong parallels in nature.

If we use our bodies as analogues for our belief systems, we find some interesting concepts emerging.

Yahweh was fashioned as a symbol of total destruction of the material world that occurs in our stomachs. Our stomachs contain many brain cells, vestiges from ancient times when our bodies were much simpler, ie: basically an elongated GI tract with an internal brain, as we crawled along the landscape. 

Today we find new evidence in the Levant that Hebrew priests returning from foreign captivity with new spiritual practices appropriated from their captors, wrote the Old Testament and borrowed foreign gods to create a powerful but false history to unite the moribund state of Israel. Hebrew priests appropriated the false deity Yahweh from the Sumerian and not the Cananite pantheon of gods, and sexed him up by making him totally destructive in Egypt and Jericho. They needed an all powerful deity to champion their dying empire, and they demonstrated his absolute reign with total destruction. The Hebrew priests created Yahweh as an entity to be feared, and their entire religion was founded on fear of destruction by a willful and unpredictable entity. [Not unlike our subconscious].

From the lies, distortions, and deceptions created by ancient Hebrew script writers, we see Jesus energy rising up as the life force in our heads, a spiritual counter point to Yahweh's destructive force.

Over centuries of spiritual confusion resulting from ancient priestly fictions, emerged another deity, who was known as Jeshua, or Jesus the Essene. His travels to distant mystery schools in Egypt and Tibet gave him new spiritual knowledge based on love not fear, and he changed the way the people thought, and acted by showing them the transformative magic of love.  

How does our stomach contribute to our thinking and acting? One toxic waste product produced by microbes in our gut is called propryonic acid. When injected into lab rats, it was found to produce anti social behaviour in the rat.

From Science.....

"Your gut is directly connected to your brain, by a newly discovered neuron circuit."

The human gut is lined with more than 100 million nerve cells—it’s practically a brain unto itself. And indeed, the gut actually talks to the brain, releasing hormones into the bloodstream that, over the course of about 10 minutes, tell us how hungry it is, or that we shouldn’t have eaten an entire pizza. But a new study reveals the gut has a much more direct connection to the brain through a neural circuit that allows it to transmit signals in mere seconds. The findings could lead to new treatments for obesity, eating disorders, and even depression and autism—all of which have been linked to a malfunctioning gut.

The study reveals “a new set of pathways that use gut cells to rapidly communicate with … the brain stem,” says Daniel Drucker, a clinician-scientist who studies gut disorders at the Lunenfeld-Tanenbaum Research Institute in Toronto, Canada, who was not involved with the work. Although many questions remain before the clinical implications become clear, he says, “This is a cool new piece of the puzzle.”

In 2010, neuroscientist Diego Bohórquez of Duke University in Durham, North Carolina, made a startling discovery while looking through his electron microscope. Enteroendocrine cells, which stud the lining of the gut and produce hormones that spur digestion and suppress hunger, had footlike protrusions that resemble the synapses neurons use to communicate with each other. Bohórquez knew the enteroendocrine cells could send hormonal messages to the central nervous system, but he also wondered whether they could “talk” to the brain using electrical signals, the way that neurons do. If so, they would have to send the signals through the vagus nerve, which travels from the gut to the brain stem.

Comment by Steve Staniek on October 11, 2020 at 10:51am


While studying tulpas, and how we can create them mentally during meditation, or daydreaming, as internal companions, it became apparent that the process of creating and giving personality and life to these thoughtforms, will vary with each individual, according to his needs, and the limits of his imagination. Some of us will create cautiously and impose hard limits on our creations, while some will be rather sloppy about the process, and produce a wild and oppositional entity that becomes our nemesis.

When we create meditatively, we create consciously, formally, and within protective limits. However, when our subconscious is allowed to create, it uses a radically different perception and understanding of the world within and without, and it will create very different entities that behave unpredictably, and often push us into: confusion, fear, and rejection of self. The wild subconscious exists in another world that is not controlled by our conscious intellect or reason, and it's agenda is probably very different from our conscious agenda. 

The source of our mental disorders continues to be a great mystery, but there's evidence that our imaginations maybe at fault. They may have lost their calibration values, and they probably require recalibration, in order to keep us on path, and to prevent creating problems that can harm us for a lifetime by taking us off the true path.

Comment by Steve Staniek on October 10, 2020 at 9:44am


You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side, yeah
We chased our pleasures here
Dug our treasures there
But can you still recall
The time we cried
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
C'mon, yeah
Everybody loves my baby
Everybody loves my baby
She get high
She get high
She get high
She get high, yeah
I found an island in your arms
Country in your eyes
Arms that chain us
Eyes that lie
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through,
Thanks Jim, for opening those long hidden doors.
Comment by Steve Staniek on October 10, 2020 at 5:45am


Craig Foster's film: "My Octopus Teacher", released on Netflix, is one of the most spiritual films I have enjoyed in years.

The film documents Craig's transformation into a gentler creature, as he begins his beautifully filmed spiritual dance of discovery and merging with another species. While their physical connection appears to be through their intellect and shared curiosity, I see another level of spiritual intercourse taking place. 

The octopus is radically different from humans in many ways. It's simple, ever changing form is deceptive, and conceals a highly complex intellect that has a brain in each of its tentacles. But what makes it like us is it's abiding curiosity. This deeply reclusive creature wants to know stuff, and it is ready to come out and take risks to learn!

When I saw the octopus covered with shells to protect itself, I immediately related to this process of "hide and disguise" as a way of surviving in a hostile world. The only problem is that we forget who is under all  those shells after a while, and we begin to think we are the shells, forgetting our soft inner self hiding under the many disguises we create and take on.

                                                        [Thanks to Nature Mag]

Time to come out and shake hands with the world?

Comment by Steve Staniek on October 9, 2020 at 11:00am


An ethical student of modern colonialism will inevitably trace it back to ancient Rome, where Constantine perfected Christian colonialism. Every indigenous nation fell before Constantine's Cross of Conquest". Today, we define colonial terrorism as: "the use of violence to gain political control over indigenous people and their land wealth". Of course, overthrowing foreign governments, aka Washington, is TERRORISM wrote large.

During the 1800s, "Indian Killer" Andrew Jackson misused the French word "terrorist" against a self protecting Seminole nation, as he hunted and slaughtered their families in their Florida homelands. He was the first but not the last to bastardized the French word to suit American politics of the day.

During the  Regan-Bush era, when American colonial terrorism was being spread aggressively to the Middle East,[Palestine, Iraq, Afghanistan],  and Central America, [Panama and Haiti], it was bastardized again to include any acts that oppose American foreign policy. The word terrorism has been misused to the point where it is now as meaningless and diluted with false meanings,as much as that other deeply confused word "Indian". Indians lived in India, not America.  

Domestic terrorism has been hiding in political darkness.

Today's news reports about a planned overthrow of the Michigan government [Whitmer], sounds like real terrorism. But the biggest shock came when Andrew McCabe, former Deputy Director of the FBI, revealed to CNN, that there have been dozens of similar plots to overthrow governments, mostly from the right wing militia supremacists whose egos seem to be at risk.

Comment by Steve Staniek on October 8, 2020 at 12:38pm



Many years ago I had a medical emergency resulting from a serious inner ear infection that produced symptoms resembling stroke. I awoke with double vision, great difficulty breathing, could not stand or walk. The emergency physician misdiagnosed me with the flu because of my fever, and sent me home. It took weeks to recover, and 20 years later my balance is still a challenge. When all of my symptoms were reexamined carefully at an ENT clinic months later, it looked like I had a case of botulism poisoning because some of my facial muscles were not as active as before, and my eyelids drooped as a result. It looked like I had eaten something containing botulism toxin. I had not.

This event diminished my life. I sold my motorcycle and boat because I could not balance myself, or operate my vehicles safely. I had to retrain myself to walk not like a drunken sailor.

When I began to investigate my debilitating event, I learned that the brain and gut are connected by a long tube-like nerve called the Vagus Nerve [wandering nerve]. It connects the brain stem to several organs, and ends at our original brain called the gut.

Botulism toxins occur in the gut, but do not normally travel to any other location. Since the Vagus nerve is sheathed, along with other blood vessels, it may be possible for microbes and other foreign materials to travel up and down this pathway.

And so we have a vertical path, which allows stuff from the lower brain [gut] to ascend to the higher brain [head]. Conceptually, it functions as a highway between the putrid physical waste in my lower gut, and my highest purest thoughts of spirituality and a sacred cosmos.

There are many paths....and many ways to the top of the mountain.

                              Many thanks alamy...

Comment by Steve Staniek on October 7, 2020 at 1:01pm


As we move forward in our spiritual evolution, do we turn our backs, or leave behind our starting self, our lowest self, as well as the shadow self that we created along our journey, or do we pack up everything, holus bolus, all the good and all the bad, into our shiny merkabahs and step on the gas?

Does ascension have a vector? Is it up, down, north, south, linear or circular, spiral, or toroidal, the dot or the circle, everywhere and nowhere?

In this multiverse of nested realities, direction seems completely irrelevant and as pointless as spacetime when we are fully present in the now of knowing.

Each time one of us awakens to our inner knowing, our vibrations change and so does the planet's merkabah. The planet's vibration moves one step closer to: freedom, spiritual transformation, and individual sovereignty. Each moment of personal awakening transcends spacetime across the multiverse, and produces a release of spiritual energy that contributes to Earth's merkabah. 

.                                            Thanks to Maureen St.Germain

Comment by Steve Staniek on October 3, 2020 at 5:16am



If you were really smart, instead of investing in hotels and international graft, you would have put your money where your mouth is, and invested in a $5 face mask. It would have saved you a nasty infection that could cost you your life. The virus that you declared as: "no big deal", could turn out to be the biggest deal of your life, because your monstrous ego got in the way of your health and well being.

If every American turned in their handguns for face masks, the US pandemic would be over in 6 weeks, [3 incubation periods].

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