A story - The Ant Story
As we have the sense of sight, the sense of hearing, touch, taste, smell, on our bodies, to help understand the outside world, we also have inner senses which help us navigate in all dimensions:
Inner Vibrational Touch
Psychological Time
Perception of Past, Present and Future
Conceptual Sense
Cognition of Knowledgeable Essence
Expansion and Contraction of the Tissue Capsule
Disentanglement from Camouflage
Diffusion by the Energy Personality
Inner Vibrational Touch is when you feel someone with you in spirit, and you KNOW who the visitor is, such as your grandma who passed away, or your intense boyfriend/girlfriend who had to go out of town and misses you so much he/she visits you in spirit. When the being is felt – this is Inner Vibrational Touch in action.
Psychological Time – You’ve seen movies perhaps where someone lives out an entire lifetime, only to awaken and find himself as a young man. Maybe you’ve had dreams where you lived two years someplace, only to wake up and find yourself in the next day. These are examples of Psychological Time in action. Our society supports it in fiction, but few know we can do this consciously, lucidly, too. Human beings are not stuck in time. In my entry “For the artist: Design” I speak of how children nine years old and younger have an innate sense of design. Then I go on to say that if one pretends to be nine years old, information from that time comes through. This is what I mean to use Psychological Time consciously. We can also sense old age. This is how sometimes little children can say the wisest things. This comes naturally to children, and should to you too.
Perception of Past Present and Future – this is when someone goes to a place and somehow gets a picture of this exact same spot 50 years ago. I did it once in a dream where I was at a spot and saw it also 200 years in the future. With the present, one can “go” to a place far away, and sense it precisely. This is wherein we send out unknowingly little “ghosts” of our own, though we are not dead. Others can sense your presence. Again, human beings are NOT STUCK IN TIME OR SPACE. WE ARE FREE!
Conceptual Sense – this is the only one that is not super-easy for me to define. In fact, I don’t recall how it was explained at all, it was hard for me to understand. And this is the whole point of my story thus far...Jane Roberts discusses the consciousness of a spider, saying something like that spiders exist fully into Conceptual Sense, as hound dogs are into smelling. It has to do with building their webs, too. I feel I don’t comprehend this sense at all, but I know I talk with spiders. Spiders teach me about the unseen traps that are before us. So maybe I do understand Conceptual Sense, but am not easily able to describe it.
The rest of my story now diverges from describing the inner senses, to a discussion of insects. Before I go further, however, let me say that inner sense #5 can change one’s life.
Spiders are an unbelievably diverse group. But ants are not, seemingly, ants seem the same wherever I’ve seen them, except for one or two smaller and larger kinds, and two different colors, red and black. These are the only ants I know.
Now, let me tell you about my darling friends, the delicate ant (and here a pun: also known as a delicaCY! No, I haven’t eaten one! :-) To me, these little guys are darlings! My awareness of ants began with the so called “grease ant.” This is a name of derision. In fact, these ants are the tiniest ant I know, pure glossy black, and very, very delicate. A bubble of soap flipped off my dish sponge while doing the dishes one day, and just by walking through the bubble, the little guy began to drown and was in complete mortal distress! I saved him by sucking up the soap with a thirsty sponge. That’s how it began. “I’m sorry, little guy, you are so cute!” I felt/saw/heard its relief at being all right again. How dear it was! I told it I didn’t mind ants around, but if ants crawled in my sink, I would end up killing, and I didn’t want to do that since you’re so cute and little anyway. Don’t recall if I received a reply, but I noticed that the ants visibly withdrew, and I don’t think I ever saw one in the sink as long as we lived there.
I could clearly see a response.
Before this I knew of the fire ants in Texas – holy moly don’t step into those guys! Fire is right! That’s how it feels when fire ants bite. At this time I was disempowered and listened to my parent when told to spray outside the foundation encircling our home with malathion, a deadly poison. I was afraid of stepping upon any of the front lawn there, for when I did, ants by the hundreds zoomed up my legs biting and it was mighty painful.
Thank heaven I’ve changed my ways. Now I have some black ants that live in symbiosis (live happily together with) with a tree, in my backyard who I’ve gotten to know well. These are larger, glossy black ants that simply seem to zoom around on the tree that I continue to compost. There was a large plastic sheet covering too much of the dirt’s surface over the tree’s root system. Since it’s dry here, I wanted to move the plastic to a more suitable place, but as I began, I noticed maybe 50, maybe 100 little white specks I knew were the ant’s babies, actually eggs.
Hey, I’m all for family, so I stopped, and, knowing I would clearly see a response, directed all my energy in conveying to the ants that I would absolutely be moving this plastic. I heard the ants respond, “Thank you for telling us,” and I left the plastic where it remained. The next day I tried again. All surface ants and babies were evacuated already, but when I found the bottom of the plastic meeting the dirt, there were even more ants than ever! So I dropped the plastic as the ants scurried from the sunlight, and again conveyed with strong intention, “Tomorrow this plastic is moved from this spot, I guarantee!” I heard, “Sorry, we didn’t believe you.”
The next day I moved the plastic, and all of that nest was gone. Surprisingly, in between the folds of the plastic WERE MORE ANTS! I moved the plastic anyway – I live up to my word. Those ants went nuts! I heard as if from other ants, “Those guys didn’t believe you.” And those ants were mad! I dropped the plastic again because I knew if I continued, I would be killing many, and I do not want to kill. So I left.
The next day I heard, “Let’s invade her, after what she did!” and then I heard other ants say “She warned us twice and you wouldn’t listen. We will NOT invade!” !!!!! Isn’t that cool?
I was invaded, by about ten ants that soon left. So you see, there are individuals even there. I did get the plastic put away the day after, with no bugs present at all. I live peaceably with my black ants, and I continue to nourish all with compost. “Thank you!” the ants say to me.
The terrain here is dominated by the largest red ants I’ve ever seen. These I respect. These guys are five times larger than fire ants. I could EASILY see any culture learning from these hardy, thrifty, most productive ants.
Now I have a funny ant story, I laugh about it still now…once upon a time there was a logging crew out in the boonies wreaking havoc with their bulldozers, loaders, fuel trucks, water trucks, logging trucks, yarders, lowboys, cats (caterpillars), skidders, etc. (yes, there’s more!). The woods boss, also known as the guy who ran the operation, loved to run the equipment. He had a son he was grooming to become woods boss one day. They both ran that equipment with impunity wherever they wanted. We moved into old growth forest. My boyfriend and I took the second choicest spot to park our travel trailer, because we were early. The faller (the guy who chainsaws the trees down) had the first most choice spot to camp, as usual. By the way, that faller taught me a great deal about trees most people do not know.
So the woods boss’s son comes in, and the third most choice spot was not good enough – well, not when he had a bulldozer! So into the greenest, most lush hush spot in the whole area – he runs the bulldozer! He left then, going back to town to fetch the trailer. I walked over to the carnage. Literally hundreds of baby cedar treelings were pulled out, run over, stomped on, but STILL ALIVE. I knew that trees are conscious 50 years before sprouting as well as 50 years after dying, so I knew I should save these. Over 200 trees I saved. It was a nursery he bulldozed!
Parking his trailer, he saw how busy I was and wanted to know what was going on. I could barely speak to him, but mutely gestured – wasn’t it obvious I was planting trees? I dared not utter a word for I was angry with him. He rolled his eyes and walked off, a bit agitated, for some reason.
Ha ha ha, I can’t help but laugh out loud here, because that same night he and his father both had to get up in middle of the night and move both trailers, his and his dad’s. The huge carpenter ants there revolted, invading both trailers and beds and attacking the men’s bodies! I’m laughing again out loud, remembering. I found out what happened much later, but now the thought of those ants having their way with those men makes me smile. How those men deserved it! I do remember waking briefly to hear much engine noise, and then falling back asleep. I thought it was just another crew member making camp after a long day. It was the bosses. Hee hee!
Ah, the ants at the park! Once I stayed at a “river of nothing” with a logging crew. It was a huge power line setup that was cleared of nearly every living thing in its path. This is where I learned that the energy of the Earth can be returned. We will all have to do this one day. Anyway, at that time I was doing my best to integrate the large expanse of nothing with nature and mankind. I figured these logging men liked me, and I could persuade these guys to use those loaders as I saw fit. I saw fit to make our camp area, which had been ravaged and abused by corporations, into a park that all could use well and benefit from. I did much gardening there. There were many huge logs lying around, chewed by insects, and so considered “too pecky” to be used by the wood industry. I wanted to move the logs to create areas of parking lot, camp area, nature area (my garden), picnic areas, and keep out areas. Old logs are perfect for this.
But someone else ruled here. The ants. I sensed a huge, almost incomprehensible system of carpenter ants below the ground. I could speak with these guys. These ants sensed my footfalls upon the Earth. People walking was OK with them, these ants said, but cars, trucks, and loaders driving about would make these guys unhappy. Do you know how large a carpenter ant is? It’s the largest ant I know of. It’s black. These guys absolutely rule the Sierra Nevadas, all forests here in three states are dominated by these ants, which come in sizes anywhere from one inch long to one-and-a-half inches long.
So I knew I had to protect the men from these ants. That’s funny, I laughed aloud while writing that last sentence. Anyway, I decided to put a log no closer than there, and make this whole section (only about 1/3 of the whole) off limits to all but foot traffic. I told the men about the ants. I had to leave before I could get that section off limits with a log, but before I did, two newly incoming crew members (seasoned professionals) parked their trailers there (which wasn’t bad). What horrified me was to see the two men also parked their pickup trucks there. I tried to tell the men. I left without incident, but my boyfriend told me the men were run out by ants. No wonder that camp looked so abandoned!
My last ant story: There was a time it rained so hard I had compassion for all beings. Two species of ant came right into my front door. I let these guys in because they agreed to leave after the rain. These guys obeyed, and behaved perfectly! (Keep in mind I speak in terms befitting a dog trainer here.)
Long before I could talk with ants, I smelled them. This shows that there are different ways to perceive ants. So BEWARE of the army ant. Don’t get in their way or try to stop these guys, because there are individuals in every army.
Inner Vibrational Touch
Psychological Time
Perception of Past, Present and Future
Conceptual Sense
Cognition of Knowledgeable Essence
Expansion and Contraction of the Tissue Capsule
Disentanglement from Camouflage
Diffusion by the Energy Personality
Inner Vibrational Touch is when you feel someone with you in spirit, and you KNOW who the visitor is, such as your grandma who passed away, or your intense boyfriend/girlfriend who had to go out of town and misses you so much he/she visits you in spirit. When the being is felt – this is Inner Vibrational Touch in action.
Psychological Time – You’ve seen movies perhaps where someone lives out an entire lifetime, only to awaken and find himself as a young man. Maybe you’ve had dreams where you lived two years someplace, only to wake up and find yourself in the next day. These are examples of Psychological Time in action. Our society supports it in fiction, but few know we can do this consciously, lucidly, too. Human beings are not stuck in time. In my entry “For the artist: Design” I speak of how children nine years old and younger have an innate sense of design. Then I go on to say that if one pretends to be nine years old, information from that time comes through. This is what I mean to use Psychological Time consciously. We can also sense old age. This is how sometimes little children can say the wisest things. This comes naturally to children, and should to you too.
Perception of Past Present and Future – this is when someone goes to a place and somehow gets a picture of this exact same spot 50 years ago. I did it once in a dream where I was at a spot and saw it also 200 years in the future. With the present, one can “go” to a place far away, and sense it precisely. This is wherein we send out unknowingly little “ghosts” of our own, though we are not dead. Others can sense your presence. Again, human beings are NOT STUCK IN TIME OR SPACE. WE ARE FREE!
Conceptual Sense – this is the only one that is not super-easy for me to define. In fact, I don’t recall how it was explained at all, it was hard for me to understand. And this is the whole point of my story thus far...Jane Roberts discusses the consciousness of a spider, saying something like that spiders exist fully into Conceptual Sense, as hound dogs are into smelling. It has to do with building their webs, too. I feel I don’t comprehend this sense at all, but I know I talk with spiders. Spiders teach me about the unseen traps that are before us. So maybe I do understand Conceptual Sense, but am not easily able to describe it.
The rest of my story now diverges from describing the inner senses, to a discussion of insects. Before I go further, however, let me say that inner sense #5 can change one’s life.
Spiders are an unbelievably diverse group. But ants are not, seemingly, ants seem the same wherever I’ve seen them, except for one or two smaller and larger kinds, and two different colors, red and black. These are the only ants I know.
Now, let me tell you about my darling friends, the delicate ant (and here a pun: also known as a delicaCY! No, I haven’t eaten one! :-) To me, these little guys are darlings! My awareness of ants began with the so called “grease ant.” This is a name of derision. In fact, these ants are the tiniest ant I know, pure glossy black, and very, very delicate. A bubble of soap flipped off my dish sponge while doing the dishes one day, and just by walking through the bubble, the little guy began to drown and was in complete mortal distress! I saved him by sucking up the soap with a thirsty sponge. That’s how it began. “I’m sorry, little guy, you are so cute!” I felt/saw/heard its relief at being all right again. How dear it was! I told it I didn’t mind ants around, but if ants crawled in my sink, I would end up killing, and I didn’t want to do that since you’re so cute and little anyway. Don’t recall if I received a reply, but I noticed that the ants visibly withdrew, and I don’t think I ever saw one in the sink as long as we lived there.
I could clearly see a response.
Before this I knew of the fire ants in Texas – holy moly don’t step into those guys! Fire is right! That’s how it feels when fire ants bite. At this time I was disempowered and listened to my parent when told to spray outside the foundation encircling our home with malathion, a deadly poison. I was afraid of stepping upon any of the front lawn there, for when I did, ants by the hundreds zoomed up my legs biting and it was mighty painful.
Thank heaven I’ve changed my ways. Now I have some black ants that live in symbiosis (live happily together with) with a tree, in my backyard who I’ve gotten to know well. These are larger, glossy black ants that simply seem to zoom around on the tree that I continue to compost. There was a large plastic sheet covering too much of the dirt’s surface over the tree’s root system. Since it’s dry here, I wanted to move the plastic to a more suitable place, but as I began, I noticed maybe 50, maybe 100 little white specks I knew were the ant’s babies, actually eggs.
Hey, I’m all for family, so I stopped, and, knowing I would clearly see a response, directed all my energy in conveying to the ants that I would absolutely be moving this plastic. I heard the ants respond, “Thank you for telling us,” and I left the plastic where it remained. The next day I tried again. All surface ants and babies were evacuated already, but when I found the bottom of the plastic meeting the dirt, there were even more ants than ever! So I dropped the plastic as the ants scurried from the sunlight, and again conveyed with strong intention, “Tomorrow this plastic is moved from this spot, I guarantee!” I heard, “Sorry, we didn’t believe you.”
The next day I moved the plastic, and all of that nest was gone. Surprisingly, in between the folds of the plastic WERE MORE ANTS! I moved the plastic anyway – I live up to my word. Those ants went nuts! I heard as if from other ants, “Those guys didn’t believe you.” And those ants were mad! I dropped the plastic again because I knew if I continued, I would be killing many, and I do not want to kill. So I left.
The next day I heard, “Let’s invade her, after what she did!” and then I heard other ants say “She warned us twice and you wouldn’t listen. We will NOT invade!” !!!!! Isn’t that cool?
I was invaded, by about ten ants that soon left. So you see, there are individuals even there. I did get the plastic put away the day after, with no bugs present at all. I live peaceably with my black ants, and I continue to nourish all with compost. “Thank you!” the ants say to me.
The terrain here is dominated by the largest red ants I’ve ever seen. These I respect. These guys are five times larger than fire ants. I could EASILY see any culture learning from these hardy, thrifty, most productive ants.
Now I have a funny ant story, I laugh about it still now…once upon a time there was a logging crew out in the boonies wreaking havoc with their bulldozers, loaders, fuel trucks, water trucks, logging trucks, yarders, lowboys, cats (caterpillars), skidders, etc. (yes, there’s more!). The woods boss, also known as the guy who ran the operation, loved to run the equipment. He had a son he was grooming to become woods boss one day. They both ran that equipment with impunity wherever they wanted. We moved into old growth forest. My boyfriend and I took the second choicest spot to park our travel trailer, because we were early. The faller (the guy who chainsaws the trees down) had the first most choice spot to camp, as usual. By the way, that faller taught me a great deal about trees most people do not know.
So the woods boss’s son comes in, and the third most choice spot was not good enough – well, not when he had a bulldozer! So into the greenest, most lush hush spot in the whole area – he runs the bulldozer! He left then, going back to town to fetch the trailer. I walked over to the carnage. Literally hundreds of baby cedar treelings were pulled out, run over, stomped on, but STILL ALIVE. I knew that trees are conscious 50 years before sprouting as well as 50 years after dying, so I knew I should save these. Over 200 trees I saved. It was a nursery he bulldozed!
Parking his trailer, he saw how busy I was and wanted to know what was going on. I could barely speak to him, but mutely gestured – wasn’t it obvious I was planting trees? I dared not utter a word for I was angry with him. He rolled his eyes and walked off, a bit agitated, for some reason.
Ha ha ha, I can’t help but laugh out loud here, because that same night he and his father both had to get up in middle of the night and move both trailers, his and his dad’s. The huge carpenter ants there revolted, invading both trailers and beds and attacking the men’s bodies! I’m laughing again out loud, remembering. I found out what happened much later, but now the thought of those ants having their way with those men makes me smile. How those men deserved it! I do remember waking briefly to hear much engine noise, and then falling back asleep. I thought it was just another crew member making camp after a long day. It was the bosses. Hee hee!
Ah, the ants at the park! Once I stayed at a “river of nothing” with a logging crew. It was a huge power line setup that was cleared of nearly every living thing in its path. This is where I learned that the energy of the Earth can be returned. We will all have to do this one day. Anyway, at that time I was doing my best to integrate the large expanse of nothing with nature and mankind. I figured these logging men liked me, and I could persuade these guys to use those loaders as I saw fit. I saw fit to make our camp area, which had been ravaged and abused by corporations, into a park that all could use well and benefit from. I did much gardening there. There were many huge logs lying around, chewed by insects, and so considered “too pecky” to be used by the wood industry. I wanted to move the logs to create areas of parking lot, camp area, nature area (my garden), picnic areas, and keep out areas. Old logs are perfect for this.
But someone else ruled here. The ants. I sensed a huge, almost incomprehensible system of carpenter ants below the ground. I could speak with these guys. These ants sensed my footfalls upon the Earth. People walking was OK with them, these ants said, but cars, trucks, and loaders driving about would make these guys unhappy. Do you know how large a carpenter ant is? It’s the largest ant I know of. It’s black. These guys absolutely rule the Sierra Nevadas, all forests here in three states are dominated by these ants, which come in sizes anywhere from one inch long to one-and-a-half inches long.
So I knew I had to protect the men from these ants. That’s funny, I laughed aloud while writing that last sentence. Anyway, I decided to put a log no closer than there, and make this whole section (only about 1/3 of the whole) off limits to all but foot traffic. I told the men about the ants. I had to leave before I could get that section off limits with a log, but before I did, two newly incoming crew members (seasoned professionals) parked their trailers there (which wasn’t bad). What horrified me was to see the two men also parked their pickup trucks there. I tried to tell the men. I left without incident, but my boyfriend told me the men were run out by ants. No wonder that camp looked so abandoned!
My last ant story: There was a time it rained so hard I had compassion for all beings. Two species of ant came right into my front door. I let these guys in because they agreed to leave after the rain. These guys obeyed, and behaved perfectly! (Keep in mind I speak in terms befitting a dog trainer here.)
Long before I could talk with ants, I smelled them. This shows that there are different ways to perceive ants. So BEWARE of the army ant. Don’t get in their way or try to stop these guys, because there are individuals in every army.
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