If you’ve done enough gifting in your area and are seeing Sylphs you may also have noticed that on some days the clouds that are close to the sun have distinct pink and green edges, the pink being on the outside of the green. It’s more distinct on some days than others.
Carol and I noticed this for the first time in 2003 and didn’t see it again until a year or so ago. I think it was after we had the winter with the blue snow, here (Idaho panhandle) and in Western Montana.
It always puzzled me but it’s obviously a sign of a very healthy atmosphere. Since these are seen when you’re looking toward the sun it’s obviously not a rainbow (prism) effect because you see rainbows when you’re looking away from the sun at a rain shower or, if you’re in an aircraft, the rainbow makes a perfect circle around your aircraft’s shadow on a cloud.
This summer I finally figured out how to get up into the clouds without overheating my plane’s motor. The trick is to get up there mostly by riding thermals while the engine’s throttle is at cruise setting, which takes about half an hour, usually. The average climb rate is about the same as the climb rate at full throttle when taking off but the engine overheats in five minutes in that case. When soaring birds are present it’s easy to find the best thermals because the birds are in them. I fly (unlicensed) ultralight aircraft with small, two-stroke, air cooled motors. I’ll probably build a screamer, some day when the federal gov’t is finished imploding. I like the P-51 scaled down replica with the 8 cylinder Chevy motor. I could add a Joe Cell to that and fly without fuel. I could be in the clouds within two minutes with one of those [Image Can Not Be Found] and they cruise at 180mph.
Since Carol and I continue to improve our health in spite of weekly poisonings by the feds I’m confident that I’ll live long enough and be fit enough to realize all my dreams, assuming they just don’t come in some night and shoot us in our bed, of course [Image Can Not Be Found] or disappear us into their vast Gulag. I’m pretty sure of my wonderful wife’s ability to see that coming and our business is portable, after all.
Flying among clouds is the closest physical approximation to my idea of heaven that I’ve experienced with my clothes on and when I’ve almost reached the cloud base I usually see the pink and green outline phenomenon. Up close, those outlines are very broad, not narrow or subtle.
Ben Morton’s been visiting us this week and when we were discussing this it occured to me that the abundance of orgone in our local atmosphere might be altering or even crystallizing the water content. I never looked very seriously at the claims people are making about that because none of that, so far, has seemed very relevant to me. I’ll allow that I’ve just been missing something but when any presentation has even a hint of dogma in it I feel repelled. In the chats, I get the same feeling (only when we’re all in the groove, correographed by The Operators) that I’ve always gotten from praying and Dr Emoto insists that prayer and love affect the form of water molecules.
I like the cloud-flying metaphor because it’s like many other rewarding life processes–difficulty but determination in the beginning, followed by discouragement (getting close to the clouds and dealing with engine heat and loss of thermals) and then sudden success. Once I get above the cloud base I can reduce the throttle even more, then can get right to the top of the clouds: I haven’t figured that mystery out, yet.
This week we’re taking the plane on a trailer over to Montana to gift the tall mountains on either side of Dooney and Stevo’s valley to see if that section of the Bitteroot Valley will be greener than the adjacent parts in coming seasons. To prepare , I did some maintenance on the engine, then went for a test drive, yesterday. I saw some little clouds to the north and pursued them. It was hot on the ground but I bundled up lke an eskimo because it’s always cold at cloud height–normally not less than six thousand feet above the ground in our area. I did manage to almost reach the cloud base but that was 8500’ up, that day, and by the time I got up there the clouds all dissipated. I’d left too late in the day. The best cloud activity in summer is around 3PM and I’d taken off at 3:30.
Mystics don’t want to deal with mundane stuff like engines, lift, drag, fuel, etc. I suppose a good mystic can just leave his body and go up in the clouds. I doubt his experience is even remotely as satisfying as mine is, though
~Don