Treasure

I found a treasure today! At our community center, on the free porch, lo and behold I spied a pristine copy of “The Thrill” waiting to go to a new home. Since mine is written in and tattered, I was pleased to find this. It is inspiring to get off the couch and get looking again. I have been thinking very hard and know exactly where I am looking next time I get the cash to go hunting. My new copy will go in a safe place and I will keep my old copy for a working book. Thanks Forrest for the adventure and fun. It is always thrilling.

A tidbit from “The Chroma”

Rain was getting in the way.

It had been carefully planned and executed, how to enslave the Light Beings.
“We be they slaves, yes we be, boy.” Rain roughed the dog’s fur.
Secrets lying deeply buried, only symbols remain. 
Symbols many find themselves studying, realizing this trap, humans walked into, was not too late to see.
“Everywhere you go, boy, they watch you.”
An ever seeing eye stared at you, symbols meant to distract and scramble the collective consciousness apart. 
Cameras were on every corner, satellites, data mining, monitoring, spying, watching every move.
Easy to fix, hard to get there.
As soon as one breath was taken together in Love, humans could be rid of the forces, getting the fog to lift long enough for this pause in time to happen, nearly impossible.
A quick pause in time.
Time out.
Labels, divisions, languages, colors, sexes, teams, countries, clothing, styles, ways to identify our mind disease controlled the vast majority of collective hearts. 
Words were used to confuse.
Rewritten, played with to manipulate.
Words weapons, carrying a vibration.
Playing a tune to control brain waves.
Language, music to soothe or bang around clanging with echoes of pain. Powerful magic, easy to use to control massive amounts of people.
The Bible had been edited to be convenient, using the kind and open hearted gullibility and propensity for wrong choices and lessons, as a tool to control and bring darkness. 
The very righteous usually were the first to slam the door on the beggar or whore, thereby ignoring the simple teachings of Christ.
They had killed him for his message.
Love one another, God is within, so when you love each other, you are loving God.
Anything else is the same.
People kept sinning on the free will planet.
The message was blocked.
People were on the wrong road, blindly walking into a trap set. 
The gold was mounded high in caverns and in the treasuries.
Brokers had been placed everywhere to collect the precious metal. 
It was about to be vacuumed up, stolen.
Humans had mined it, greedily piling it,listening to the rampant lies designed to keep the truth hidden from our hearts. 
Now, it was about to be taken, forever.
She could not live without it.
Alchemy.
The old quest.
The unrest grew.
War, famine, drought, wildfires, floods, darkness and strife winning.
“Dasher, dear friend, we have to get people to see in the mirror, before it is too late.”
Rain interrupted her musings to check in with the overly large black and white dog who found her in Salt Lake.

Introducing new hunters to the Thrill

I love telling people about the chase. The adamant prostrations that they have it figured out, already, is always fun. “Ok” I say.
“Where is the blaze, much less what is it?”
“Maybe it is…”
FF said whoever finds it will go right to it, no questions.
A fifth read of “The Thrill” has left me pondering a place I have already been by, several times, in fact. I think it might be worth looking in a different way. I will be needing some gear, as to not get too cold.
Enjoying seeing new places for now, while on the road keeps me thrilled enough, but the chase always called. Well, at least until I find. Grin!

On the road

I am excited to announce I am road tripping! I am in possible treasure territory, so I will keep my eyes open. I am not headed to the exact spot I want to look, there might still be too much snow, and oh boy, would it be cold. I am just tickled to be out seeing things, all the same. Take care, happy hunting.

Powered

I am doing a dance! After two years of living without power, I officially have off grid power! It was just about time to get used to it, but I must say, lights will be big excitement in my world for awhile. The joys of small treasures and the things we ordinarily might take for granted fill me with abundant smiles. I hope your day has brought you peace, health, happiness and joy. Has anyone thought of anything new or am I just out of the treasure loop lately? I am hoping some spring might inspire a lift to the effort. I still stand with a befuddled expression, ‘ huh, but I thought this was right.’ Hum, back to the poem…thanks Forrest, again and always for inspiring such a fantastical puzzle.