I have an 'Old Nick' character in my field, manifesting as a blind old man. Issues in agriculture management, hunting, shooting, and the relevance of ecology as a subject are coming up in the 3D. I thought this Old Nick had left this morning. Especially when I gazed out over the rose beds and saw the Green Man in the trees. But alas, he is still here. This afternoon I will go out and give offerings and make ceremony for pristine Green. My feeling is that it is playing out as an opportunity to develop some remote healing techniques, maybe the industrial farming and country sports operating in this area, or beyond. Holding the pain of Gaia inside, so intense my heart is thumping in my chest, eyes burning holding back tears. Beautiful day.