Reading for the trecena of the storm, Kawoq.

The worse of all demons tricks us by thinking of ourselves as abstract, non-physical entities; souls, minds that wander without knowing much about the body, the ambient, the world we live in, the nature we are part of. We are caught by the dream of our non-physicality and spiritual nature, which is very much there but we are too a physical living being and contrary to what the modern world makes us think, we don't really know all that much about.

The paper for the watercolor painting of the I-ching is white, we part from light. The other extreme, its compliment, is black, the darkest color. These two colors represent, the first, the extreme bright light, and the second, complete darkness. Conceptually they are opposites and could and should be interchangeable regardless, but no, that's the way we naturally would think, as souls and consciousness. The physical part of it, the knowing of it, is that we cannot have white and black paper interchangeably and paint on the other colors from there. As far as watercolors go, if you paint on black, you will see very little of it, that's why the paper is white and if you want, you can paint on black. Alike to this idea, we are made, our shape, the shape of our body, is made in proportion to the ambient around us that gives us life, that is a world, apparently outside of us, but that is very much of us and we are very much of it. Being shaped to the land, the land is shaped to us, we are one and the same. We shape the world and what the world is to us, as it shapes us, even if we temporarily don't know the details of it. This land like this sign, the storm, has many mysteries: time, magic, they are all one and the same, it's our energy as it manifests into completion.

Thinking of the storm as troublesome and undesirable is naive and superstitious. Superstitions like this are there to make us lesser, they take us away from a real world where in fact we are not being doomed by not meeting our own standards of what should be. It just is, and guess what, it's fucking awesome. We miss out on the green grass because we're looking on the other side of the fence, where well, it's better than green grass, it's an infinite feed of fine asses (please catch my reference to social media). Fake feed, too much information, it's really taking it away. Listening or reading to buckweed's description of the green grass it taking it away from you chewing on it. But then what do we know about chewing.