1. Flat Earth and global Earth theories are true at the same time. (Think atoms vs. waves) Both exist both are true. 2. Consciousness is reality. Whatever the conscious or collective conscious believes determines physical reality. Even math breaks down to chaos and a mental construction not a physical one. If enough agree on a solution it becomes accepted. 3. Size is relative and eyes are deceiving. If we stood on a single atom, the next atom could look a million miles away. But zoom out and we're just walking on a floor made of atoms. See what we just did there? What looks like an edge is only a horizon. Meditation: Take a space you're not in right now. If you're in your room, or kitchen, picture the living room. Greet it, acknowledge its wisdom. Ask that space to go back — before your house existed, it was just jungle or forest. Then before that, what was here before there was ever Earth, when it was just space? Darkness? Did tiny asteroids pass through? Big ones? And before that — was the empty space always empty, or was it land once, another planet sitting where your feet stand now? Infinity says that at some point everything will land in the space in question, with periods of absence in between. It will tell you it's forever changing and the moment you greeted it it was also already gone, saying goodbye, or just the same but new. Now feel where your feet stand and imagine the earth beneath them goes on forever. All of a sudden divinity makes real sense and becomes present. Flip the switch off and where you stand becomes a global island again but only because the peripheral lights are turned off. Meditation cont'd: now imagine you stand on a single atom... it should appear round and a very long distance to the next atom. One you cannot jump to. Come back and realize those atoms suddenly touch and form the ground you stand on again. Did this work? Please comment below.

It's the night before yard waste pick up here. I look for pillow soft looking bags. That's how you know they are filled with something consistent whether it be leaves, grass, top soil, or a mix. The focus is on leaves but the grass is gold. In urban areas like where I live, the grass clippings are replacement for manure that has to get mixed with the large amounts of carbon. It's been a couple of weeks since I began a new Plant Nation Garden Model in a highly urban location where I have yet to see it be done before. If you can find a source for carbon, obtain it. Maybe your city will bring it by the truck load (mine did once) maybe they offer piles of fine and course mulch free for pick-up (get your five gallon buckets.) Sawdust from woodshops. One you and I both have is yard waste pick up. That day of the week everyone puts out what they've collected from their yards. Sometimes, you get rewarded with an awesome find. This week an enormous dragon fruit plant was discarded. I plan on planting it but it is also easy to sell it in parts or do both!

HJ Kuntry Carter lives in Tallahassee. Tallahassee Magazine wrote about him in 2012 — read it when you have a minute. [Kuntry Roads - Tallahassee Magazine https://share.google/VTsXlU4g1zRMZipNZ] The short version: he turned down the Nashville machine, walked out of an RCA meeting, and instead spent ten years driving the back roads of America selling his albums county by county. More than 30,000 names on 3-by-5 index cards — every person who bought a record, where he met them, when. The cards are still in a storage unit in St. Marks. He also put out the fire at the Wescott building at FSU, back when he was a Tallahassee city fireman. That's the man. When you meet HJ, he says one word. Compost. That's it. That's the whole introduction. And then you start working. He and I hauled truckload after truckload of leaves and manure together before he ever set foot in our classroom garden. By the time I brought him to the school where I was teaching Agrinauts, the trust was already built — in the back of pickup trucks, in piles of leaves, in the smell of manure cooking down. So when he started digging a shallow trench using the grub hoe/pick axe, like it was a pen on paper in the garden and I thought what is this guy doing, what did I get myself into, he's destroying the garden — I kept going anyway. Because I'd already learned: you trust the compost man. Eventually that trench became something else. Standing right next to it, we could see it the way you'd see a river system from three thousand feet up — except we were the giants, and it was right at our feet. Muddy. Messy. Alive. We had an unbelievable reserve of leaves. Using gravity, we pulled them down from the pile, raking with hands the size of giants', and they filled the whole space — a clean even spread on top. But we knew the water was still moving underneath, in the same stamped impression we'd made. The women working alongside us as volunteers from the university, felt it immediately. Finally, this is the work we came here for. The men kept questioning it. I was quietly questioning it too, but I kept going.

I take something. I 'take' to where ever I go, I take something away where ever I leave. Arriving with and leaving with namely ego, this ego is human. I hope the more I walk, this ego gets drowned out to come to it's senses and I come back to myself and am seen . I walk into earth's way and am never alone. I balance and realise. I stopped hugging the land when I stopped seeing. I wasn't seen when I stopped hugging and loving. I began to see what could be seen in me when I became invisible. I became a something else. This cycle of empty heart space living continued. My heart beat less and less from each 'furthering my prospects' school to another. I filled so much space where my heart had been! I joined into the realm of 'let's take stones and build and gain! . But I was born already rich.. in earth's rich moon stone and sea cosmic ebbs and flows engagement. Why would I want to let go of this? What did I gain??? My heart was ripped out for this?? So much space now to build and gain and fill where childrens tea parties with the Fae once lived. Ancients who had left the stones and land 'to see what we would do with them' will give us a mark of 1 out of 10.

...finally a person who sees not madness when I state milky oats is a connection at theta state like that of the babies first theta state cosmic breath and how milky oats coats like milk comfort my myelin sheath....how elders power so strong it cuts thru a space suit.. Erica your words are your power; I'm as a geopath in empathy but am poor at getting my brain to get beyond to placing words. As a deep neuro sensitive am spreading the word like you so good luck you're a true word smith. My expressing what I feel has a gap in networking I lose people. .am beyond tired other than forging to complete my own fractals to wholeness in my lifestyle keeping that going... the early plant watering ...grounding in networking .... the AI artificiality....going to plant intelligence is a poor second to most ..you may not get many comments from me at moment whilst I reconfigure energies...