About “Dasoda-hae”. It seems as if the purported “he just sits there” translation is a pretty poor one.

After studying the matter, I tried to build a better one, and my informant approves of this attempt … Dasoda -hae =

“He *IS*–within warmth”.

Including, but not limited to, a warm bioelectric field, a hot spring in the Gila, the coziness of a collective (tribal) intention, a thermal spike in a ritual space.

Well, that changes things.

Maybe not for you, but … Somewhere inside my head.

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In this interstate town where I dwell, and 200 miles away on the edges of the Gila where the first Dasoda-hae dwelt (and I intend to dwell), it was a very Warm winter, almost a very long kind of spring instead.

From the perspective of civilization-induced climate change, that is not good news at all.

And yet … from my selfish perspective of only having a few decades (at most) left in this incarnation, it wasn’t a bad thing at all. It was much easier and less expensive to stay warm–I did not have to pay for and burn a lot of fuel, fossil or otherwise, to keep myself warm. They’ve been very pleasant halcyon days.

The deep summer to come will be less pleasant than average, probably. Instead of the historical average of ten per summer of days over 100 degrees, there may be 20 or 25. And the dry warmth also means that water for human purposes will be increasingly scarce. On the news they were talking about water levels dropping too low too generate hydroelectric power up and the fake “lakes” of Mead and Powell.

But I’m not too worried about finding enough to fill the tanks of a Ranger 12 rig, or even enough to live a more-water intensive Basecamp lifestyle. I’ll likely be fine, even if the native species of fish are not. And so I’m thinking this morning about what good and bad even are, given the Macro of all of us being manifestations of the one Consciousness … interesting times, that you and I inhabit.