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[Free 1st Part] There and Back Again Tires, Wind, Quartz, and Legions of Light - Chapter 3
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- May 27, 2026
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Chapter Three: Time, Quartz Hills and Resolution Trash and quartz can exist within the same geography… if we let it. Today, I want to talk about time. Time, to me, is the movement of objects through space. As we witness movement, we call this “time”. A clock does not depict time, it depicts movements of its arms around the clock face. The movement of objects through space. The reason I am talking about time is that our stay at our Reservoir of Power has been clocked by movement of objects and people. But when objects start appearing and disappearing from space, or spaces that were not there before, suddenly are, we can no longer ignore that when we say “yes” to a Gaia and high-frequency human collective request, things are going to step out of time and into the realm of conscious co-creation. OK, the above might sound a bit cryptic, so let me tell you what has been happening, and you can share your own conclusions around it during our Friday Meetup for Driving To The Rez. Our guests as well as our Olympic Peninsula tribe and the co-conspirators in my Birthday Party Celebration, left Colorado and went home. Some went home via long routes to other locations, but eventually they all got there. Suddenly, there was silence in the land, coffee for two instead of twenty, desert birds singing instead of laughter. The silence after everyone left was enormous. For days the land had been full of movement. Music, generators, conversations, shovels, laughter, vehicles arriving and leaving, people cooking, people in discussion, people hugging, people working. And then suddenly there were only the two of us, our three dogs, the wind, and whatever remained behind after the gathering dispersed. Even the Reservoir of Power itself felt different. Larger somehow. It is weeks later now and…