The Sentient Horchata: A Tale of Froth on The Capitol
We may have planted the seeds for a horchata revolution (don't worry, it's kindness all the way, with a little bit of weirdness)
I don’t want to keep you from the story at hand - the tale of the Sentient Horchata on the Wisconsin Capitol - but first, a few cool things I’d like to share:
Did you know dolphin mothers speak baby-eese to their little dolphins?
Did you know that Chicory can help reduce parasites in cows, is edible for people and the roots can be made into a coffee substitute?
Chicory Dickory Dock. Chicory is all the Foraging Talk
https://worldpermacultureassociation.com/chicory-a-forage-feast/
Okay, let us bow our heads, pray for world peace, step into our power as humanity embodying divine love, and continue on to our Horchata tale.
Being an energetically sensitive being, One day about a month ago, I asked my husband to drop me off out in the open before he parked. I do this sometimes. If I feel one space is comfortable for me, but I have a strong body-resonance that another place won’t be good for me. It’s the same way, I imagine, our ancestors used their instincts to sense which plants were poisonous, which ones weren’t. It’s not a perfect system, but it’s helped me navigate being embodied on a planet that is undergoing a lot of shifting, changing and battling energies. Sometimes I wonder what I’m picking up that my body reacts to before we arrive there (Or when we do,) - my son has an EMF meter, and so I wonder if perhaps I’m picking up electromagnetics due to towers and underground stuff, or more from the human and etheric energies floating in a given space most predominantly. Both, I bet.
A wise intuitive friend once told me, “Shield yourself not with force, but with unstoppable love.”
This is an interesting embodiment journey, because when my body instinctually reacts to what I sense in the environment, a natural response is constriction, aversion, yet if I cannot avoid it completely, or if I need to walk through it (or dirve through) for one reason or another, I am actually safest emanating love, rather than any form of fear.
Life is a journey of self-mastery. I think moving through difficult energy patches is getting easier, even since a month ago.
So my husband lovingly dropped me off at the coffeeshop and being slightly less sensitive (but still tuned in,) he went to park the car and meet up with me.
So while I was waiting for him, Luke, the barista shared about having had a full weekend and feeling like part of him was present and part of him really couldn’t be, but that he was okay with it...he shared he'd been making some mistakes but feeling like it was alright anyway...it was quite lovely actually..."Maybe I spill some coffee, or get an order wrong...but I'm feeling like it's okay...I'm good with it." I validated how neat that was and he said that being in that place wasn't something he was always able to do, but that the lovely day was helping...indeed I can feel the pristine light today amid the intensity, and where we are the smog that was here earlier in the morning has cleared magnificently. My husband soon entered the coffee shop and joined us. He asked, "So the Horchata latte is only iced, right?" Our barista buddy replied, "Yeah, it's only made iced...I wonder what would happen if we steamed it up and added froth...I think it might become sentient and then I don't know what would happen..."
Suddenly, as I looked at the capitol building of Wisconsin out the window of the downtown coffee shop, I had this image: Sentient iced, yet steamy, frothy horchata making its way up the steps, spreading out into all the rooms and meetings and committees. And like in Moana when the ocean sometimes nurtures, sometimes gets a bit feisty in the service of the heart of Tafiti and at other times nods...I saw the iced and frothy horchata respond to truth resonance or the lack thereof in every interaction happening in our capitol: If someone tries to say something that is not in Truth Resonance, the Horchata splashes them in the face, perhaps getting a little up the nose. Everyone laughs and so the person’s lies are not longer having an audience. When someone speaks In Truth Resonance, the Horchata becomes a little wave of sweetness and spice and gives an affirming, friendly nod. Luke the barista loved the idea. As hubby and I sat down, a young woman approached, with the locally sourced mushrooms atop a bed of greens and our drinks. I asked her if she'd heard about the Horchata Revolution. She had not and was eager to hear. So I told her, concluding with, "And we can all come together around sweetness, spice and ethically sourced ingredients. "I'm all in. I'm 100% for it. I'm the one who invented the Horchata Latte, so this is actually cool."
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