Sweet Surprises

This morning I have been out in the barn hammering together twenty new frames for a new beehive as well as refurbishing my one available old hive. I have two colonies of honeybees with queens coming early next week. They will need new quarters as soon as they arrive.

More honeybees arriving! Honeybees already here alive and well! These are both sweet surprises.

Honeybees arriving is a sweet surprise because bees are in such short supply right now that it is an amazing thing that the bees I ordered last fall aren’t dead. The company in Georgia where we have gotten our bees for many years was spared the mysterious honeybee deaths plaguing so much of the country.

Honeybees already in residence is surprising because for the past decade I haven’t needed to make new hives for arriving bees. Usually, come spring, there are no bees in my old hives. Usually all our bees have died over the winter.

This year, we begin our growing season with two living hives and two more coming next Tuesday.

What with all the problems honeybees are having with tracheal mites, viruses, pesticides, GMOs, cold winters, and whatever is behind the new mysterious die off, it is an incredibly sweet surprise to have bees that survived all these difficulties.

Late last fall we had four hives of bees. Two were large hives up against the south side of the Flower Essence building, tucked in a warm nook that is well sheltered from winter winds. Two were new hives from swarms that occurred last summer, set down under our oak tree. I spent a lot of time with the honeybees last summer. I tried to listen to them more carefully so that I could give them exactly what they needed to survive our winter.

I offered all the hives sugar syrup into the fall. One of the swarm hives had a good fifty or sixty pounds of honey by the time the Goldenrod was gone and things got too cold for them to partake of the syrup. I felt that might be enough honey to get this new bee colony through the winter. I was aware that the fourth hive, the other hive from a late summer swarm, went into the winter with virtually no honey store. I did not expect it to live.

The Mama and Papa hives, nestled as close to the Flower Essences as we could get them, were hives boxes filled with full combs of honey. I knew these bees would have enough food. One hive in particular seemed particularly vibrant and healthy. I was hopeful the combination of enough honey and placement right up against the helpful vibration of all the Flower Essences in the most sheltered spot on our farm would be enough to get these hives through.

The swarm hives did not make it, but both of the bigger hives next to the Flower Essence building are alive and well. This morning these bees are out and about, collecting pollen from early Flowers and Tree blossoms.

When the two new colonies of bees arrive early next week, I am going to put them next to the Flower Essence building along side the surviving hives because I think that placement is one of the x factors helping the bees to survive.

Many of you have sent me clippings about the honeybee crisis in the US, Europe, and Asia. Thank you! I find myself thinking a lot about this crisis. My theory is that it is an electrical problem. This is one reason why I think hive placement close to the Flower Essence building helps our bees. Living next to the Essences, they get exposed to information that will help them deal with the dissonance of our modern world. It also gives them an oasis of vibrational harmony in which to live.

For many bees moving out into the modern world, our massive communication network appears to be fatally disorienting. Since 911, the Angels have kept us focused on supporting animals and people to deal with the difficulties posed by our dissonant technology. They encourage us to share Golden Armor with as many people and animals as possible, explaining that our dissonant technology is negatively affecting ALL of us, even if only some of us have symptoms of this.

We continue to see a profound need for this remedy with its information about helping us learn how to handle and buffer out this electrical dissonance, a vibrational disorder that our electrical systems have no built in capacity to handle.

The bees that are dying from this mystery situation leave their hives and don’t come back. This disappearing act is different than bee deaths from pesticides, mites, viruses, or other disease. I think mankind’s electrical dissonance messes with the bees’ radar system. I suspect that the bees go out to collect nectar or pollen and simply can’t find their way home. Much like trying to tune into a radio station in the face of static and other louder frequencies, the bees can’t follow the bead of their own electrical navigational system because of our dissonance.

Yesterday CNN said that bees are responsible for pollinating a third of the food on the planet. Will this be a compelling enough reason for us to back off our passion for vibrational chaos. Will we choose to quiet the electrical grid of our planet and give all of us, two footed, four footed, and winged a break?

During the 1980’s I was part of a local group called the Meriden Peace Trust. We sent folks from our town to the Soviet Union, hoping to create friendships that would break down the illusion of otherness between our two countries. We also hosted folks from the Soviet Union here in our town. Sometimes our visitors would be communist party big shots, but even these guys had grandchildren and vegetable gardens. The women that came would ask to go to JC Penneys the moment they got off the plane. Apparently Soviet bras were terrible and they loved the chance to stock up on American made undergarments. Supporting these precious new friendships was our village’s effort to make nuclear war less likely, one better built bra at a time.

Here was a postcard from this era that spoke to my heart.


Don’t these darling ladies look like they need a trip to JCPenneys?

We came to love a small group of Soviet citizens who had as little say in the nuclear arms race as we did. Their concerns and their joys were so like our own. I will never know if our efforts made any difference in the arms race, but it made our lives sweeter to know these Soviet friends.

I remember the moment when I first felt that we were not going to pursue this arms race until nuclear war happened. An economist spoke at one of our Peace Trust conferences. He said that the economies all the countries on Earth were going to get radically interconnected with each other. He explained that it would be this global economy that would prevent us from destroying each other, because there would no longer be an economic “other” to nuke and destroy. This was the early 1980’s and it was a new idea that made sense. And of course, it is what happened. The main road south out of Moscow now has an IKEA and no doubt a Sears as well. Bombs were always bad for people, but it was when they became bad for business that the arms race slowed.

Now that the economy of the country is severely threatened by the death of the honeybees, I hope that bees also will be spared annihilation. I don’t really care if it is a basically self interested agribusiness agenda that spare the bees. I just want them spared.

Perhaps in the righting of this situation and in the turning off the bee killing technologies, all of us will have less dissonance to deal with. This will be a sweet gift from the bees. Perhaps the strange bedfellows of bees and agribusiness leaders will become real friends. These bees, so in need of protection, have such a capacity to enchant with their vibration of loving harmony Maybe in the silence necessary for pollination to keep occurring, the bees will transform us more deeply with their song because we will finally all be listening. Life is certainly full of the most unexpected sweet surprises. I hope this will be one of them.

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