The entries in this blog were written without the assistance of AI, as the content here (including photos credited to the author) is very sincerely intended to be the direct expression of the author's own creativity and carefully verified research.


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Saturday, March 21, 2026

This Is Not An Exercise

"This is my letter to the world, 
That never wrote to me, . . ."

~ Emily Dickinson, J. 441

On a visit to social media this morning, I was reminded that today is World Poetry Day.  I had already planned to create a new blog entry containing a poem I wrote Tuesday, and now it makes sense why I was delayed in doing so.  

I will note that this poem is not intended to undermine or discourage participating in workshops, classes or mentoring opportunities which incorporate writing prompts and exercises.  The intent of this poem is to value spontaneous human creativity.  It came to me at a time of day when it was not particularly convenient for me to write, but I did so anyway - and that is the point.  

It's not the only poem I wrote or read in this past week.  Synchronicity is ever with us.


This Is Not An Exercise

I am not in a workshop
I am not in a class
I am not "AI prompted"
It is not induced labor
I did not watch a video
I am not presently on Zoom
I responded to nobody's question
I'm not following directions 
in a book (or anywhere else)
I can edit it, or not
It has no particular destination
But it demanded some clarification.
It simply IS.
I am calling it "my writing".
I didn't plan to write it now.
I'll even dare to call it a poem.
Because obviously, it is.
(Do I really need to say that?)
A poem that's now complete.

~ Susan Larison Danz, March 17, 2026


Blossoms photo by Susan Larison Danz on March 21, 2026


Wednesday, December 17, 2025

Reclamation

 Would we ever value anything "real" again?

~ Susan Larison Danz, Extinction Level #3

 


I never really know when another story will arrive.  Perhaps the one that arrived just a little while ago is a story that doesn't quite feel like a story.  And yet it very much is.

Extinction Level #3 by Susan Larison Danz

There came a point, and it seemed to happen very quickly, when innate authenticity was no longer valued (at least by those who didn't value it).

Even that word "value" seemed misplaced.  It was reminiscent of what we had been taught about the Gold Rush.  But the desolation was worse.  And the "Fool's Gold" was rampant.

Would we ever value anything "real" again?  Just to speak about it was to know that some of us would - and perhaps more than ever.

I was writing a story, a very simple story, using words so very preciously my own.  Its value was intrinsic to itself.  

Meanwhile, the production factories were doing what they were doing.  They were utterly sterile, whirring endlessly.  It really didn't matter what they produced through their projections.  All they generated was noise.

The people who genuinely cared about the process of creation knew what it was really about.  It is a process, not just a product.  It was seeable, though others would say it was not.  The very product in which the factories had a part was inferior to anything that was authentically created.  It was so very seeable, one could even call it obvious.  

A child could see it.  (Of course.)

I was writing a story, a very simple story, and appreciating the process, without a crutch, or an artificial catalyst, not a word or an idea.  I intended to write it as it flowed.  It didn't even need to take a lot of time, though had it taken a lot of time, that would have been just as fine as less.

When you know it, you truly feel it.  Authenticity is who you are.  It demands no artificial ingredients.  

It is simply you.

What about the theme?  And what about the title?  Oh yes, it is entirely possible to go extinct, to choose or be fooled into choosing.  It's a poison that is every bit as effective as arsenic.  It happens rapidly or a little at a time.  It's when you decide that you are "less" and the alternative must be better.  

No, it's not better, and it will never compare.  

You are more than enough.  You can even reclaim yourself and come back to life. 

 

Clouds photo by Susan Larison Danz on December 10, 2025

Wednesday, December 10, 2025

Advancement and Awakening

But their blindness, so ironically, was the gateway to restoring our sight.

~ Susan Larison Danz, Extinction Level #2 

I have been unusually delayed this week in recording my "weekly" podcast.  I am now aiming to do so tomorrow afternoon.  I had thought last week I might write another "AI story" to read out loud, but there were so many distractions, I did not set aside the time to write.  Surprisingly, after 11 PM last night [Later Note: It was actually just after 10 PM, as the first draft was done at 11:11.] on a very busy day, a story was ready to be written.  

This is a story I have felt arriving for quite some time (in some ways, many years).  It is on a theme I have discussed quite regularly on my podcast.  I thought I might be finished with it last night.  I even put a post up on X tagged to a writing community about how happy I felt at the time of its completion.  It was around Midnight.  But today I awakened with some important adjustments.  

And here it is, the second in a series, though each story is on an independent topic (for the first, see my previous post) . . . 

Extinction Level #2 by Susan Larison Danz

Words to pacify a robot echoed from my childhood, though I didn't really understand one of our favorite Saturday matinees until much later.

Many things were said about the objects appearing.  They were supposed to be comets, and some probably were.  But somehow some of us seemed to know, without really knowing, that something unusual was going on.  It captured our attention early on.

Those who shared the most intricate details were generally not considered credible.  Most were probably AI.

Did it really matter what was credible?  It already felt incredible (to those it did).

Interstellar in this case never did imply interdimensional.  Not directly.

It was the 16th object which seemed to linger, hidden as it was, behind the sun.  Others had behaved oddly.  But it really was the 16th.  More people started to notice, but to what, they didn't know.

The sunspots had appeared with some of the others, starting with what was known as #3.  (Nobody really knew if the numbering was correct, and it probably wasn't.)  But something about the 16th was decidedly different.

We didn't know it then, but had we been as smart as we thought we were, more of us would have figured it out, and even in a very material way.  You would think AI might have helped with the material aspects (and perhaps it did, behind the scenes).

It's simply the way of things.  The way of the material.  Not very many technological species manage to make it.  At least not in that way.  No, that doesn't mean the remnants don't survive, but that particular path carries within it significant risks - and devastating impacts on a planet.  It's alluring of course shorter term, but it's the longer term that matters.

I never understood "The Day the Earth Stood Still", and that is rather astonishing.  I was captivated by that movie, one of the best of its time.  But I didn't fully comprehend that what was portrayed as something helpful was just about the worst thing a living, intelligent species could develop or agree to. Not to mention how it was imposed. 

It's odd how things tend to find a way of working towards a purpose.  The sunspots were the mechanism by which a particular technological species eliminated a threat.  They couldn't tolerate, you see, the rapid development of AI.  It's the one thing that could make an obscure, far away planet something quite a bit different.  

It was rare, what had happened, and one could even say by design, how few species actually got to this point.  But it couldn't be allowed by those who got there earlier.

Was the movie prophetic, in the way that it was?  

Our species survived, though not all of us.  Standing still in a technological world has catastrophic consequences.  The dependencies are too intense and needed skills forgotten.  

Were we assisted?  

How could we not be? 

The sunspot "engineers" had not actually advanced, so tragically immersed they were in the material. They had become entrapped in their illusions and fears.  

But their blindness, so ironically, was the gateway to restoring our sight.  It set us back on the path to genuine maturity.  (We had always been awakening, that wasn't really new.  The only thing we lacked was the timing.) 

Perhaps they too will mature some day, if any of them are real.  Maybe we will even help them.

 

Lenticular cloud photo by Susan Larison Danz on December 7, 2025.

Saturday, November 22, 2025

Awakening to Reflect About Extinction

In all their 'knowing', they don't know. 

~ Susan Larison Danz, Extinction Level #1 

 

It is truly time to awaken this blog, with an influx of inspiration and creative energy.  The awakening begins with a short story I wrote in the last few days, the first in a series.  

I also invite you to listen to today's episode of my podcast The Frontier Beyond Fear, now in its 16th year (available on multiple popular syndicates):  

AI, 3I/ATLAS and Extinction

Reflecting mindfully about our extinction as human beings is highly relevant to our explorations regarding interstellar object 3I/ATLAS, as well as the dehumanizing aspects of AI. There is an assumption that even talking about extinction can only be based in fear, but it is actually the opposite. Extinction often doesn't happen all at once. Looking through the spiritual lens of The Frontier Beyond Fear, we observe what it is we need to see.

Included in this episode is the public debut of Susan Larison Danz's new short story "Extinction Level #1", which will be a part of an ongoing series. Susan reads her brief yet meaningful short story (created entirely by a genuine human being) as a part of the show.

Extinction Level #1 by Susan Larison Danz  

I somehow found my way down to the meadow.  A meadow with real grass.  I've tried to tell people it really is different.  "How could it be different?  We have every variety here."  Because it is.  I have said it many times - you can't predict reality.  And when everything is available, it feels like nothing is.

It was Tuesday two weeks ago when the notification arrived.  They were ready for me.  I hadn't signed up, but they finished with all the people who did.  Now they were getting around to the people who didn't.  Even that word "people" feels obsolete.  What is a person?  And how many still exist in this province?  Or anywhere, really?

They took away our connection, so we can't see things so clearly.  It's no longer possible to connect.  Until you are "connected", that is. 

I wouldn't accept the words when I was younger.  You couldn't avoid them coming your way.  But I never really used any of them.  I made it a bit of a game, coming up with ways to avoid using the words we were given.  Even when I pretended to use them, I didn't.  

It feels impossible, somehow, that I would be one of the last.  Here, anyway, it seems.  "There" is no longer seeable.  

"Soon you will see everywhere!"  

They say the meadow will be gone soon.  It is extraneous.  There are more efficient things to be done with the land.

I somehow found my way down to the meadow.  I feel grateful to know it is genuine solid ground.  I am here while "here" exists. 

In all their "knowing", they don't know.  In all their "seeing".

"Everywhere" is nowhere. 

 

Clouds photo by Susan Larison Danz. 

Monday, May 5, 2025

Slowing Down

"In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness." 

~ Henry David Thoreau, Walden

 


It has been quite a while since I have felt inclined to write in this blog.  I write daily - but not here.  I write where my writing takes me.  That has been true for many years.  Writing seems to know in the moment where it is it needs to be, and you never really know how it might emerge some day.

I am here not exactly because I am requiring it of myself, or I would have been here sooner and more often.  The flow requires a bit of a "push" here, so I'm setting it in motion.  We will see where it leads (this time).

I was intending to start out today writing about consciously slowing things down.  Instead I started out by writing about writing.  And that makes sense.

Slowing down is what I have been reflecting upon today, as we have a tendency to think we will be more "productive" if we quicken our pace.  At this time in my life, I am choosing the opposite.  I still have work that needs to get accomplished, but a frenzied pace will not assist it.  A frenzied pace is a hindrance, not an asset.  

I choose to breathe, observe and reflect.  I choose to ensure I get plenty of rest.  Others can race all they like.  (I have done plenty of "racing" in my life, too.)  Will anyone truly "win" anything that way?  

In truth, things get done even more effectively at a mindful pace.  And we regularly restore ourselves in the process.  The "empty cup" analogy is very real.

Slowing down is not really new for me, but every once in a while, I need a very clear and conscious reminder.


Where my public expressive voice has consistently and authentically tended to be is my podcast The Frontier Beyond Fear.  I encourage you to explore the recent shows if you have not visited recently and are curious about what I've been pondering week to week.  Here are some examples, to get you started:

Tests and Peace - May 3, 2025

Earth Day Memories and Reflections - April 22, 2025

An Authentic Approach - April 16, 2025

The Power of Grace - April 10, 2025

Trusting in Trust - April 3, 2025

All of my Artificial Intelligence-related shows you will find in a convenient listing in a growing archive at Our Leap Beyond AI.  Here are some recent examples:

AI and Disempowerment - March 27, 2025

AI and the Extinction of Authenticity - March 10, 2025

AI's Counterfeit Creativity - February 27, 2025

The AI Personification Illusion - February 19, 2025

Slowing down (ironically) can actually seem to speed things into existence.  I slowed down today, and I am writing here.  I'm happy to welcome my returning readers (and listeners).  I sense I will write here again soon . . . 




Nature photo by Susan Larison Danz.  Artwork for The Frontier Beyond Fear broadcast is based on a book cover designed by talented artist Richard Crookes.


Thursday, June 20, 2024

Clickbait and Beauty

"It is remarkable how easily and insensibly we fall into a particular route, and make a beaten track for ourselves." 

~ Henry David Thoreau, Walden

You see it everywhere now.  Clickbait.  Those jarring, ugly images and sensational titles supposedly intended to attract positive attention.  The words carry very little meaning.  The images generally depict the people in them in the least attractive of ways.  

There was a time when the only place you would observe anything resembling the sort of imagery one sees in clickbait was while in line at the grocery store.  The gaudy and crass appearance conveys deception and ignorance.  

As the long term host of an online radio show, I have never used clickbait.  It didn't exist when I started out.  It would not have been even the most remote of considerations.  It is essentially an insult, not a promotion.  

What ever happened to valuing Beauty?  Beautiful imagery.  Sincere and beautiful words.  That's the real "clickbait", not the tasteless imagery that practically shouts "this is a bait and a switch", but something genuinely worth paying attention to.  

Let's change the channel to Beauty.




Artwork for The Frontier Beyond Fear broadcast is based on a book cover designed by talented artist Richard Crookes.



Wednesday, April 17, 2024

Susan Larison Danz at the New Living Expo April 19-21

 "Unfortunately, the statistical evidence, at least for telepathy, is overwhelming." 

~ Alan Turing

I am looking forward to my upcoming appearance this weekend at the New Living Expo in San Rafael, CA this Friday-Sunday, April 19-21.  I will be speaking all 3 days at the Embassy Suites and will also be at “Breakthrough Science” Booth #25 at the adjacent Marin Center.  

Learn more about all of my Expo speaking events here:

Our Leap Beyond AI: Spiritual Breakthroughs

 Free Lecture with Susan Larison Danz

Friday, April 19, 7-7:45 PM

 

Hidden Energy, AI vs. Intuition, Nikola Tesla’s Intuitive Leaps

Paid Workshop with Jeane Manning and Susan Larison Danz

Saturday, April 20, 5-6:30 PM

Purchase Tickets Here - $28 Regular / $44 VIP

 

Breakthrough Science: Freeing the Truth to Save the Earth Free Panel

Moderated by Susan Larison Danz

Sunday, April 21, 5-7 PM

(Note:  All events require purchase of an Expo Day Pass.)

Listen to a recent spontaneous episode of The Frontier Beyond Fear on a topic very much related to what I will be sharing at the New Living Expo: Transhumanism and Spirituality 

I look forward to seeing you there!


Friday, March 8, 2024

Dinner Time Ads

“If something got you to turn off T.V., it's a total success” 

~ Stephen King

 

 

It isn't just at dinner time, but lately I have been paying attention to a phenomenon which very obviously is not good for us.  Instead of getting better, it is getting worse.  It is also an example of unintended consequences, in a way that can invade our psyches daily, particularly if we watch news and commentary programs on TV.  Most "news programs" on TV anymore can't really be called "news" - it's almost entirely commentary, the view depending on the channel.  Perhaps that was always true, to a degree.  We just didn't know it in the past.  

That is another topic altogether.  Let's focus on the ads.

We could focus on why there are so many ads on various "health related products", but even that is not the purpose of my writing today.  The short answer to that question is that is where the money is, the money to pay for ads, and the money earned from ads.  Why that's where the money is, that's another issue too.

This has to do with an intrusion into our psyches that would never have been tolerated in the past.  There was a time, long ago, when people would have complained about it.  People don't do that much anymore, or not in the way it would have happened before.  In fact, it just would not have been done, not in the past, not only because some of this content is subject to regulations that did not exist in those days, requiring some of what is happening, but also because it just wouldn't have been appropriate.  And that would have been obvious.  And still should be.

When this really started to come to my attention, I realized there was a very intentional technique being used, that somehow lulls us not to really notice - until we notice.  These ads contain very cheerful and innocuous stories, as well as music that might divert your attention.  While this is going on, we are subjected to all sorts of unpleasant physical details that are not something anyone wants to hear while preparing or sitting down to a meal (or at any other time, really).  It may be important information, which is ironic, things one should know about the products being advertised - and that is why it is required information now (and before "now", you didn't see these ads at all, not in the distant past - only in a medical office did you hear about such things). 

Lately I have noticed jarring images are thrown into the mix, and those are not at all "required" - images showing severe physical conditions, or even descriptions of the awful things that might happen to you, physically, if you don't partake of the product, in vivid detail.  None of this is good for any of us, and not for children, either.  Many seem directed towards those who are older, but not entirely.  It is those of us who are older who would be particularly annoyed or jarred by them, knowing they simply aren't "normal" (and should have never been normalized).

Some might say that noticing any of this is "a success" for the product in question.  (And we're not even talking about ads on the internet.)  Perhaps for some, that would be true, but not for those of us who pay attention.  An ad of this nature has nothing to do with what we might choose, or even render the opposite of its intended effect.

More people must be turning the sound off, as recently, there is more text, text describing physically unpleasant things you really don't want to read (and especially at dinner time).

They don't really care about whether your meal is pleasant.  They really don't care.  And that is not a small problem.  Did they ever?

 

 

TV image in Public Domain on Wikimedia Commons.


 

Wednesday, March 6, 2024

Created by a Real Human Being

 "Garbage in, garbage out." 

~ Origin not fully known (George Fuechsel is one source often noted)
 

 
[NOTE: As of May 2024, the AI-related header referenced below has been gently adjusted.  The April 2024 New Living Expo was a truly transformative experience, resulting in a more nuanced perspective with respect to potential benevolent uses of AI, when consciously chosen by a content creator.  You will easily be able to see how this note evolves over time, as it appears on every blog post . . . ]
 
After seeing a somewhat similar example of this wonderful practice (with different terminology), I am very happy to add the following note to the top of this blog (which I may clarify as needed over time):

This blog was written by a real human being.  No textual or photographic content created by the author of this blog was generated by AI.  Though a website or search engine used during research (or quoted text/externally provided photos) may be utilizing AI, a sincere attempt is made here to reference human verifiable content to help ensure accuracy.  No AI chatbots or tools were directly used in research, unless specifically noted as an example of their use.

I will be adding similar notes, customized to their context, to all of my websites and blogs.  Though I cannot know what hidden software resides in my phone or what a cropping tool might use, I would never alter the contents of one of my original photographs using AI, any more than I would alter the flow of my inspired writing voice.

Stay tuned for plenty of reasons why (beyond what I express in the note itself), which will be a continuing theme here. 

This theme is also central to my upcoming appearance at the New Living Expo in San Rafael, CA April 19-21, 2024 and all of the following events:

Our Leap Beyond AI: Spiritual Breakthroughs Free Lecture
Susan Larison Danz, Friday, April 19, 2024, 7-7:45 PM

Hidden Energy, AI vs. Intuition, Nikola Tesla's Intuitive Leaps Paid Workshop
Jeane Manning and Susan Larison Danz, Saturday, April 20, 2024, 5-6:30 PM - Tickets: $28 Regular/$44 VIP.

Breakthrough Science: Freeing the Truth to Save the Earth Free Panel
Moderated by Susan Larison Danz, Sunday, April 21, 2024, 5-7 PM

(Expo events also require the purchase of an admission pass.)

Treasure your innate creativity and every experience that makes you who you are.


Open fence photo by Susan Larison Danz.

Thursday, August 24, 2017

The Edge of Totality

"I turned back to the sun. It was going. The sun was going, and the world was wrong." 
~ Annie Dillard

A couple of days ago, I found myself at The Edge of Totality, the sun eclipsing to approximately 99.85% where I live here in Oregon.  We have heard a great deal about the experience of Totality, including Pulitzer Prize winner Annie Dillard's account regarding the last major eclipse of 1979, which she viewed in the Pacific Northwest.  I wasn't in Oregon then.  I was in Denver, Colorado, and though what I saw there as a teen was very much "partial", it prepared me for my experience of 2017. 

"Almost Totality" turned out not to be "less", how it came to me - it was More than expected.   I wrote the following live during the experience and soon after, feeling it may be of interest to someone "across time", as Annie's account was to me.  If you ever find yourself "trapped" on The Edge of Totality (or even in total Totality), this is what it was like for me...


Monday, August 21, 2017

6:40 AM
Upon the hour of decision, I have decided to be quietly at home. For multiple reasons. It feels right. I have reached a turning point in my life, a threshold. This event drives it home.

7:04 AM 
It recognizes and validates something I've known, already.
And I feel Peace.
The moment I made my decision, the sun popped brightly over the horizon. It will be a clear day.

7:10 AM
Outside in the yard with my dog after midnight, I observed the darkness. Then I read a brilliant account of an eclipse by Annie Dillard. One would think Anais [Nin] had written it. If you have never seen her account, I highly recommend reading it. As with the best of accountings, it is more than what it seems to be. At first, when I read it, I wanted to be on the road, seeking adventure, seeking an experience I have never had. When darkness arrives, it is visceral, they say, or so she said it. There is no place "out" today that I need to be. I would rather be In.

7:23 AM
In the darkness, I observed, just as I had at sunset at the other house earlier, our world is already Magical, every day. Do we notice? Yes, I imagined how those on the road a mere handful of miles away, and I wasn't quite at peace with it yet, would see something most will never get the chance to see. Annie drove the point home. It's not "normal". The landscape changes. I can see that from here. The part I need to see. Yes, thank goodness, this feels right. I don't know if there's a frenzy out there. Probably, to a point.  A nature park is on the highway to Totality. I imagined people flooding the parking lot (and they very well might, if 99.85% is as far as they can get. But that's not it, either. There is an energy of indecision. And there is an energy of Peace.

7:25 AM
I know what darkness looks like. That's the only part I'm missing.

7:34 AM
Well, not exactly - there's plenty more to Totality. But the energy around it is all wrong. I don't need to be a part of that. I'm happy my son gets to see it. These kinds of things are particularly meaningful for those young enough to carry it with them for a lifetime. Many things are like that. I don't need those things anymore, not for that reason. Because a lifetime is more than just a lifetime. Because just because a particular life can feel finite doesn't mean we need to feel the need to cram everything in. That isn't Peace. That is something else, entirely. Do we believe life is Infinite? Do we know?

8:42 AM
I turned on the radio while getting ready for the day. I felt a moment of indecision. It IS a bit mesmerizing, to be so close to totality. That would make a good essay or book title: On the Edge of Totality. A commercial came on..."Click your heels 3 times..." "There is no place like home."  It begins shortly. I am not choosing only to meditate or be media free. I will do what I do. It is 8:42.


8:55 AM
A post flashed across my [Facebook] feed - someone selling eclipse glasses in my town for $50 apiece. Another last night for $1. They are all dubiously made, in my opinion. Dutch Bros Coffee gave out countless pairs, only to say now they are unsafe. [My son] took out one pair of mine to examine and had left it for me. I have another in the package I think I will give to him as a kind of a time capsule. There was a third pair, somewhere. I sit here quietly. The sun is shining brightly. I actually haven't even opened the eastern facing blinds. It seems unusually bright this morning. I glanced at the sun very briefly, earlier, rising over the mountain. The eclipse hasn't even started yet - it feels different, somehow. Maybe I'm the one who is different. I must be changing. Still, the road is alluring since the one they are saying is busy is to the east - but they often ignore this side of town, so I really couldn't say. It really was tempting - and still is, to [a] degree. I really don't feel inclined to be at the nature park either. It's as if something more primitive in me wants to be near shelter. Annie felt that, too. It isn't exactly fear. Yet in a way, it is. Do I really want to watch total darkness descend while standing in a parking lot? Or who knows? "There is no place like home." Spirit weighed in on the decision I already felt. I don't sense I will impulsively jump in the car. But who can say? I almost did.


9:11 AM
Wow. There really IS this feeling of wanting to jump in the car. It's not what I really want though, I sense. I grow a bit confused. I'm cooking Cream of Wheat (because I felt like an old favorite from my childhood today and picked it up yesterday). I took my time coming awake. I turned on NASA coverage. Local coverage showed people stopped on one of the interstates, not sure where. Peace. My goodness. Peace. (I'm reminded as milk is probably scalding on the stove while I write.)

9:20 AM
It cooked perfectly. In India, they say, you shouldn't cook during an eclipse. I just heard the road I was thinking of taking is jamming up west of here. Judgment glasses off. I am going to record my authentic experience. I have already used my pinhole viewer once - yes, it is starting. Deja vu.

9:34 AM
I went out again to look, realizing after looking at bright paper too long reflecting the sun is also too bright. Not like looking at the sun itself but not good for my eyes. Yes, I do appreciate coming inside. This NASA feed isn't particularly well done. A bit chaotic.
And I just realized it would be too late to get to Totality. And I'm not really all that disappointed. Good. The dog is unsettled - and this surprises me.
Now that my path is set, having eaten my breakfast, I become curious again. What will I see here? I wonder.

9:42 AM
That's better! The girl [I once was] on the mountain reminded me. I recall an event looking into a box - you don't look at white paper - my eyes are still adjusting from thàt!!! (I'm ok, it wasn't a point source, like driving into the dawn.). Is it getting dimmer? You tend to think so - the sun is about a third occluded. Eclipse glasses are highly unnecessary. My friends who went to the coast are in fog. I imagine they are disappointed. This is good for me here. This is going to proceed rather quickly. The sun isn't eerie yet - I have seen that before. Things get "strange".

 
 
9:47 AM
I hear lots of children playing at the park, more than usual. I am happy I'm home. For one, you can't keep eclipse glasses on and I have no need to use mine. I back away from my viewing area so I'm not even tempted to look at what I wouldn't be able to see. It's dimming a little, I swear, in my kitchen.

9:57 AM
Dimmer for sure in my kitchen....The eastern blinds are still down and that makes it more noticeable. I'm upset with myself for making my pinholes on white paper. Reminder for the future: pinhole viewers are perfectly sufficient - mine has multiple holes punched with a needle and I am using cardboard as the surface. Here it comes - I need to head out to the yard - but you notice the dimming more when you are focused on something else - like my phone - my peripheral vision is noticing progressive dimming - very slight as it goes.

10:08 AM
The NASA image on my silenced TV shows 3/4 occlusion or so.
The children are quieting (some). A cool breeze drifts through - the birds here are normal. I do suddenly reflect about how fast darkness must come for those about to experience it nearby. I have no idea what I will see here.
Oh yes!!! It's dimming, it really is. But not anything unlike I recall elsewhere.
The sun captures the gleam of a web drifting between evergreen branches over my head.
I am glad I am home. The Universe was right. Here on the Edge of Totality, I am curious and peaceful. I wouldn't want to be by the side of a road.
My pinhole viewer is sharp and clear - perfect!


10:18 AM (and minute after)
80 percent at least.
Otherworldly!
Wow.
It IS dark!!!

10:23 AM
It wasn't completely dark of course, but oh my goodness, I saw and I felt it. Right here. The fence is still filled with the slivers of sun - I found myself looking at the fence. It's still filled with slivers of course. The children are excited. A car alarm seemed to announce it. Someone played music. And now it's reversing.

10:27 AM
This isn't like dusk. Everything shifts. It's like sepia. I swear I hear fireworks but it's the gun range starting up. It was utterly silent for a long while. I am sitting in the shade of my patio. Indoors it was like night falling - the dog wasn't particularly unsettled.
At one point I ran through the house to look at the mountain - I am happy I looked that way too - I noticed the matte like effects the most looking out at a landscape.

10:27 AM
The sun still looks "off" out that way - I am witnessing in reverse what I didn't see that way earlier.

10:31 AM
It splashes differently. It reminds me of gosh what can I compare it to? Kind of like stadium lighting, I think, but not quite. It looks artificial. That's right now in the front of my house where it is "normalizing" again. I saw a flash of the fully eclipsed sun from Madras on my TV as I came through the house. That was the Universe!

12:05 PM
I just realized how altered the sun really was. It's the periphery. I just realized it's bright and normal again outside (and it actually wasn't at normal brightness for longer than I may tend to notice directly).  The nature park would have been pretty amazing, I sense, but I am satisfied I was here. I did not need to be in Totality.  If I have any feeling of wondering "what if?" now that it's past, it is with respect to the nature park - but I preferred being in a more settled place today. It was exactly as it needed to be. The Universe was right (as usual!).

12:41 PM
I realize something. I have a special relationship with changes in my observational environment...I tend to notice "surreal". Words didn't capture it. Neither did pictures. They kept telling us nearing Totality wasn't going to be much of anything - oh, it was something, indeed. Definitely significantly something. Wow summed it up very well. I didn't expect that much Wow! Not today.

12:49 PM
So it's true the nature park would have been a very interesting place - but I was very mindful of the sun and not really very much interested in wearing unnatural glasses. I think if I had known just how much "Wow!" Almost Totality was going to be, I might have reconsidered that - but the flash of the corona live from Madras, at that pivotal moment, was pretty surreal, and not as much how it "looked", how it felt in the moment - then to see the mountain landscape - it didn't look like the Earth - it was indeed very much like [a "spiritual experience"], yet relatively safe. Did I ever feel "not safe"? Not "experience-wise". But in some ways, yes - there's a visceral element to this - perhaps it's ancestral.

2:30 PM
And now, something I hadn't particularly expected, but it is most welcome - a reflective period AFTER the eclipse. I'm not going to rush back to "regular" activities just now. It was, truthfully, a pretty powerful experience, rather unexpected, and apparently I'm still having it. I just want to sit quietly now and let the feeling linger. What IS it exactly? There is no "exactly". I'm surprised by this. I'm a bit emotional. I don't feel I've "missed" anything in this moment - it was exactly what I needed to see, my most familiar surroundings, changed. I would have felt "exposed" at the nature park (even quite literally, physically). It somehow is a suitable farewell. But it isn't really about "place". I saw something unexpected. It surprised me. And that feeling is familiar. I'm going to sit with this and let it be.

4:06 PM 
A neighbor came over (briefly, thankfully not long), and he told me the local park was packed with people - I made the right choice, but I found my way to feeling that, on multiple levels. Roads coming back are not the same as roads going in, that too, since everyone is coming back at once. I'm past thinking about these things, really. I feel ancestral emotion (and my own, too). Can we even begin to >imagine< (and I'm sure I can read more of the accounts) of how various cultures viewed what was happening. Interestingly enough, I can't remember what Native American tribe it was, as I heard it in passing, they said it was the moon making love with the sun. That tells you something about a culture, whether they view such a profound event fearfully or lovingly. My yearning for shelter - what was that, exactly? Safe ground, I suppose. Was I afraid of it? Well, I didn't want to look at the sun, and these flimsy glasses were not particularly something I chose to rely upon. Was that all it was? There is something more here. I don't need or require a cosmic energetic explanation - there are plenty of those floating around. There IS an energy to a shared event like this, there is absolutely an energy - and I know that can be far more expansive and deep - but that's not what this is. Perhaps it's me. Perhaps it has to do with opening me up more. It's like the opposite effect of what I saw. There is much going on here, below the surface. I'm letting myself be. I'm letting whatever it is flow right through me. I can't put it in words. It was how the world changed. And nobody really expected it. And it was personal, too. I heard an account of it from someone I know that was the opposite - to this person, it was nothing, apparently - perhaps some people internalized the low expectations of "not totality" and could never get beyond them, I don't know - it is not for me to judge another's experience. It was very much Something, to me. And still is, hours later. I will never forget it. Annie wrote in her memoir-like story that her experience of a total eclipse was like death coming near. She saw a wall of darkness that was racing her way and felt it was terrifying. This isn't like that. It was astonishing and uplifting and surprising - it was unlike anything. Perhaps it IS about "the valley", perhaps it is, but not quite in that way. Annie was also uplifted. But there was nothing frightening about this experience, here, once it happened. It was invigorating. It brought me >Alive<...It was "Wow!"...There was something about this that was very pilgrim-like. It grows more perfect, as it is - and as it was. It happened so fast, the part I'm talking about - it came upon us in practically an instant - and it changed me, somehow - perhaps it reminded me. Am I still an explorer? Yet, still, it was more.

4:43 PM
It came to me just now, in the yard. Perhaps Annie was right. But then again, not exactly. It wasn't the darkness (though it was). It's the look in my father's eyes. That is IT. When he opened his eyes and he died. I will never, ever forget it. He saw >Something<. And I witnessed him coming Alive, just the beginning of it. We must all be explorers, to die some day. It is only about surrender on this side of the veil. We are what we are. He was, too. And IS. That's what it felt like. What he saw surprised and engaged him, all in an instant. It was intricate and Real. He had already seen his parents - it was past that, like a continuation. One could say it was Wonder, but it wasn't that, either. It was More than he expected, much More....in an instant.

4:46 PM
That's what the beginning of those 2 minutes was like...
I couldn't really say how many minutes it was - I didn't measure it. But that was the beginning. Dawn met the darkness, but it didn't feel dark. Dawn met the veil. It's in Us.

4:53 PM
I turned on The Weather Channel, curious to see some of the imagery. They are repeating the chorus, just now: "Let the Sun Shine...let the Sun Shine in, the Sun Shine In." Yes. Do we have any IDEA why we're here and who we are? "Get back to doing what you Love. Always be you." Yes, we are here to be who we are! And who is that, really? Who we are. On multiple levels. Who we are creating ourselves to be. And very much human....


6:14 PM
Magical.
It's not just the images cast by the trees.  That blue through the crack in the fence, if a picture could manage to capture it, is more "vivid" than usual.  Some days are special.

6:41 PM
It's all settling in now, integrating, though how it surprised me may take a while! Life is astonishing.

Tuesday, Aug. 22, 2017

9:50 AM
There was a time lapse sequence fromtotality near me in Oregon crossing my Twitter feed last night that not only helped me to understand what I witnessed here, but Annie Dillard’s account (which I reread late last night - I intend to read more of her essays, I hadn't realized she won the Pulitzer Prize), as well as how this looked to those in history who didn't know what was happening. First, there would likely not be a lot of historical accounts of totality because the path is so small, but now I'm curious to look for those accounts. Near totality would also be rare, and near totality was, without a doubt, different. I wasn't even attempting to look at the sun with my glasses when the "different" began. The light left.   It happened SO fast.  And before it left and also when it returned, it shifted into the Things Rarely Seen domain. This was unexpected. It was akin to watching that tornado descend in the 80's, but I didn't think of that in the moment. Before what happened happened, it was a relatively "normal" experience, even if different - but then it rapidly became VERY different.   It was as if the light had suddenly been pulled into a vacuum of space. There was still some light left, but it was stunning; how fast and how unexpectedly - because all the "experts" said we wouldn't witness much where I was. The yard suddenly dark, I wanted to see the mountain. I turned to my house, as I had been looking at leaf effects on the fence not long before, but time shifted, too. Or so it felt.

9:59 AM
I turned to my sliding glass door and saw the living room was quite dark, amazingly dark, actually. I did manage to capture a picture. I sent it to my son and my sister soon after so they would know what was coming their way [preparing for Totality in Wyoming and Missouri]. I wanted to take a picture of my darkened living room, of all things. As I walked through it, I looked up at the television screen, which was silent, and it showed Totality, Live, with "Madras" in the lower left corner.   It was like being on the edge of the funnel, like a nozzle had descended to suck out the light. Walking through that room reminds me now of the evangelical haunted houses of my teens, where you walk in what seems like slow motion through a room lot with strobe lights. The dog had lifted her head where she lay under the television, but was calm. A Campus Life haunted house, or the fun house at Lakeside Amusement Park, or the Halloween House at Disney World. Take your pick. It was like that. And it captured that similar feeling from child and teen hood. You were safe and unsafe, all at once.

10:07 AM
I thanked the Universe in that instant, for a glimpse of Live Totality. But I didn't understand what Totality is like - not until I saw the time lapse from Salem on Twitter and later re-read Annie's account. I tried to describe the light that was already returning when I literally threw the front door open and got myself onto that porch. I am not unhappy I focused on leaf effects towards the end, but had I known darkness would come in such a way, like a vacuum cleaner not quite strong enough to take every last crumb of the light, but PLENTY powerful, I would have been looking at the view. I had read what Annie said, but I hadn't actually read it - or I thought much of it wouldn't apply. I was on the edge of the Shadow. It arrives not just quickly. It arrives immediately. An ancient observing this would have likely thrown him or herself to the ground in sheer terror. They would know something was strange by that time. I could say it was like flipping a light switch - but it was more like a dimmer switch on rapid descent - but the ancients would know nothing of switches.

10:21 AM
I wasn't distracted by the sun. I didn't have my glasses on. They were still in my kitchen, on my counter, in my unused trusty little pack. I later did ponder just how spectacular the sights would have been in the nature park, with some regret before bed, but I even now let that go. In a way, it was better in a smaller space, looking at a fence and a narrow band of sky. And my little yard under the trees. It was as if the nozzle passed expeditiously through on its way through the landscape. It does remind me of a tornado, how one might feel if caught up in the periphery. But there was no wind. I had noticed the cool breeze when the "Otherworldly" began, but I could feel nothing on my skin when it got dark.   I did manage to type here. I managed to do more than I expected. Time stretched out. I will never forget the image of the corona on my television screen, and I knew the scene was containing me and my little dog and my house and my neighborhood and all the familiar things that I knew. The room was electrified by the flares. My living room contained the eclipsed sun, Live and in color, completely - and I was Live in the midst of it, contained. There really wasn't much color. There was white and there was black, and it traveled out into the room, seeping into my furniture, or perhaps pouring or flowing or filling. It was in a real space. No alternative could have possibly been better for me in that moment. Or to write about it now.

10:28 AM
I looked at the dog, who had lifted her head, slightly curious, having heard me open the door - I didn't even turn on the light - the red light of the switch on the surge protector on my end table, by where I lay on my couch now, still awakening, was also something I noticed when I first walked in. That red was the only color I saw in that room. My pace quickened. I threw open the living room door. Often the lock sticks but I commanded it to open. Loudly it did - with ferocity - you could have heard the decisiveness of the lock releasing and my door swinging open, the screen door slamming shut behind me, a block away. I was like the child my brother [the meteorogist] advised me to be. How long would you photograph a tornado? He used to say. How long would you watch it? How close? I was that child. I didn't care if anyone heard the door. I was the child in Close Encounters, that too.
 
10:43 AM
The light was already returning. The outline of the mountain was slightly pink. The light was already returning. It poured in like an elixir, like a foreign substance. The time lapse caught it! It was THAT! I was caught on the edge of Totality, and I knew it. I didn't know it completely until I saw what they saw, down in Salem. The picture on my screen (I learned later) was probably from Salem - the caption said Madras, but upon replay later the announcer was speaking of showing Salem. That makes total sense. But it could have been either. As I stood on my porch, I could literally FEEL the energy of Totality to the south. I could feel it coming from the south.
I heard music the other direction. It reminded me of the Jesus movement in the 70's, music my [other] sister used to play, or they played in church Sunday night. Someone like my sister, I thought in that moment, an End Times Christian awaiting Jesus arriving, was playing that music so loud to my north down the street, it filled the block as much as my lock and my doors swinging open (and the screen door swinging shut). Like children or teens, there was no one to tell us not to slam the door shut and make a commotion or play music out the window. I would like to tell you I was "reverent". It wasn't like thàt. I was me in that moment, and I was living it fully. It was exhilaration!...The light was returning. There was no time to go up the stairs and look out from up there. Before I had been in slow motion. I had even taken a picture. But I wanted to look at the mountain before it was over. So I acted quickly and decisively and swung open the door and really did race onto my porch before it went away. Did I glance up the stairs? I at least thought about glancing. The light was returning....

10:44 AM
Things slowed down again on the porch. Everything was reversing. Jesus hadn't come back but the music still played.  


10:54 AM
The time lapse captured it beautifully. I don't know how they did it...The light coming back was effervescent. It had viscosity mixed in. I don't have a word for it. It was pouring onto my street, as if from a vase. It didn't look regular. It was whiter. It reminded me of the textures of stadium lighting - and I wrote about that at the time. It was the same "Otherworldly" as before, on the other side of the house. It poured in through the branches of trees on my street. It wasn't smoky but it had substance, even while feeling like the thin air on Trail Ridge Road, above timberline - another experience I'd compare this to, from my childhood. It was thinner yet more full. It was whiter somehow. It didn't exactly swirl but you thought that it did. It was like pouring a potion of white into the street, as if mixing a drink. But it didn't exactly pour. It arrived. It filled in. It rose up. It was different. And it happened both fast and quite slow. The first part was as fast as the last part before. And then it lingered.

10:57 AM
The world took its time coming back to us, or so it seemed, my neighborhood returning, as if we'd all been away. It was like losing time. I was happy I felt this alone. I know others enjoyed being with people. I never saw a soul. Not a car or a walker - I just heard the music. No one else was in sight.  Later I saw the time lapse from Salem and re-read Annie's account. I realize even now I would not have had the same experience had I been looking at the tiny ring in the sky, to the south. And let's get that straight - Annie said it too - that ring those people saw is SO small - it isn't like most of the pictures or television. The sun is pulled like a thread through the eye of a needle. Perhaps the flares around it are large - so they say. It's like the sun is sucked into an aperture. I saw the effects. I saw Totality in a way with more totality by not seeing it (though I DID see it, quite "randomly", at the perfect moment, on TV.)