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Thank you Mom for pointing out my (accidental) omission of the rest of the story regarding the carrot cake. (This is from the last post, a trip to the land.) That was indeed a part worth relating. I’ve updated the post, but if you want to jump right to the story, I’ve copied it and pasted it below. I added a few other details surrounding the fate of the carrot cake! I also forgot to include the encounter with the snake, which I’ve also added to the old post, and here, below the carrot cake story.

(This picks up right after we arrived on the land.)

We decided to look for a place to camp up in the woods, not down in the valley we usually frequent. This would put us closer to the creek and give us better shade, for these days were getting hot. We drove around for a while, eventually finding the perfect spot. We set up our camp and got the fire started, warming the soup on a wood stove and eating our delicious raw food. In order to keep it away from the ants, I left the carrot cake on top of the truck, to be retrieved when the time was right.

We heard a car go by back by the main road (within the land, the road is more like a trail) and knew Rolando was on his way. The problem was, he’d never be able to find us. We went to see if we could flag him down, but we couldn’t get to the road in time. Realizing that we had all the food, Adam and I decided to go after him in the truck and fetch him. We drove back into the valley and up the hill to where we knew he would be. Now that we didn’t have women and children aboard, I really opened her up and let Cowboy gallop across those bumpy roads. It was fun.

We found Rolando and let him back to our camp. When we pulled back up to where we had parked, something not of nature caught my eye. It was a perfect rectangle, a shape the Earth rarely creates. It looked like a metal cooking pan.

Doh! The carrot cake! Left on the top of the truck, destined for the dirt. But was it totally lost? Oh no. I scooped up every bit of it that wasn’t actually in contact with the dirt, getting just over half of it. “Blast!” I said. Now it was carrot pudding. It didn’t look very aesthetic anymore (it didn’t look great to begin with, but at least it was smooth and even) and it was half gone, but it would still be delicious.

We ate supper, and shortly after, Rolando took off. He wanted to spend some time alone on his Space of Love, over the hill from where we were camping. We bid him goodnight and kicked it long into the night, talking about all sorts of things, looking at the stars, and walking around. We ate our carrot cake mush with great relish. It was still really good. I even went back over to the fateful spot and scooped up an additional portion from the ground, less concerned with whatever might be in there. It boggles my mind that people think it’s disgusting and dirty to eat things like soil, pieces of wood or grass, or whatever else might be on the ground, yet they put aluminum, mercury, lead, fluoride, and processed plastics into their body every day without even batting an eye. You think because the official guys, with their fancy acronym department names and their unidentifiable little plastic bottles and seal-wrapped products, sell it to you and tell you that it’s safe that it actually is, but that’s the whole illusion. They’ve got us downing all sorts of toxins and poisons, pretending they’re helping us to be healthy. Don’t buy into this criminal scam, people!

Sorry, tangent-rant!

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(Picking up after we hiked back from the creek.)

Back at the camp, we ate some more food and reflected on the day. It was a good day, and we all felt totally awash in the power of it. Thank the Creator for such a life! Both Adam and Laura reported having seen several snakes, but not even worrying about them. I was sort of sad that I hadn’t seen any snakes. There are rattlers all over the land, but I saw none. Adam saw both a rattler and a little grass or creek snake (not poisonous.)

But then the next morning, as I was loading some things into the truck, I saw some movement in the grass. There slid by a three to four foot rattler, fat as a Red Bull can. I was actually standing on a big fallen log, and I jumped down to get my camera. The snake, of course, felt the vibration of my landing, and was alert to me. I went for my camera and returned to the log. To my surprise, he was coming right for me. I tried to shoot pics of him in the grass, but they didn’t come out all that great. He came right up to me and raised his head off the ground to see me up on the log. I put the camera away when he got within five feet, looking him right in the eye. Hello friend, I said to him with my mind. I mean you no harm. I’m only curious.

He slid under the log, and I crossed over to the other side. He had positioned himself in a coil in a small cave created by the curve of the log. With him now coiled up, I didn’t get within eight feet of him, and had no chance of getting a good picture. He never rattled, so I knew he wasn’t feeling aggressive, but he was definitely in the defensive, so I left him well alone. At least I got to see a snake though! Snakes are very magical creatures. By exploring our connection to them, we can learn much.

Published by McCool on May 28th, 2009 Tagged News

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