Flowers—being of the highest energy vibration in the Natural World—carry the codes of geometry that interlock Earth's magnetic grid with the paths of the stars.

Flowers, then, capture and hold this information, and release it in their pollen and nectar.

Pollen, the male seed—the sperm—of plants, fertilizes flowers in plants' reproductive climax. And, ultimately, too, the bee hive's queen.

Workers of the bee kingdom—the females—graciously collect the sacred nectar and pollen. These micro-drop secretions are food for worker bees and drones—and raw material for queen-making royal jelly.

Royal jelly—known as "bee's milk"—contains the DNA-RNA,
and is—in the sense of milk of Gaia—"lactate"—the braid of hive memory.

God Save the Queen!

This article is inspired by the 1996 disaster of North American beekeeping, when 90% of honeybee hives died. Several factors were identified for this catastrophe, with an epidemic infestation of parasitic mite being labeled the main scapegoat. However, "disaster" is "dis + astare," which means "to disconnect from stars." Ultimately, the practice of killing and replacing queens is the single most awful cause of this widespread death of American honeybees, and consequent collapse of the bee industry.

Scientists scratch their heads at this death of immune strength of virtually every beehive. Meanwhile, their other hand blindly passes laws saying beekeepers MUST kill the queen every time a hive burps with ANYTHING even slightly uncomfortable to .....
the checkbook....
Requeen if you have a failing queen...
Requeen if there is a hint of assertiveness in your hive...
Requeen if hive reproduction is even slightly low...
Requeen if hive production even slightly bothers cash flow.

Yet, commercial honey industry uses regular routine re-queening of hives—as often as every other year. This prevents natural cyclic rituals essential to hive reproduction—such as swarming. This interupts transmission of memory, which weakens hive identity and immunity.

"The Queen controls the hive through pheromones, while her reproductive material acts as the genetic Grand Central Station for her off spring."
—quote from "Buying Queens: What You Need to Know"
by Walter Clark, Bee Culture Magazine, March 94

Nature intends queens to live to the seventh generation, much like the Peacemaker instructed native Americans to conduct their culture. What would happen to tribal memories if the legendkeepers were killed every two years, like beekeepers do queens? What would happen to indigenous cultures if tribal councils couldn't pass on their fireside stories?

Imagine never having the ecstatic rush of the vortex in a swarm dance of bees around a free queen on the wing. How would our children be if systematically deprived of reproductive ecstacy for generations? Eventually, twinkle would be lost and they would fall ill.

In a sense, commercial queen producers don't sell queens. Like breeders of other domesticated animals, they sell TRAITS, or their shallow idea of what BEE MEMORY SHOULD BEE.

Conservation of Memory

But a newly arrived queen—fresh from a mailman's pouch—is an alien royalty that may not be accepted by the bees. Or she may not be up to her tasks—not well-prepared for her job. Or she may have incomplete instructions about her duties.

The real issue is discontinuity of memory created when we kill and replace a hive's queen. This is in truth the cause of the weakening and collapse of hive immunity and identity.

Deborah says beekeepers imagine the natural state is for new queens to kill old queens in a ritual. Really, THEY HAVE NO IDEA IF CRITICAL HIVE MEMORY PASSES BETWEEN QUEENS IN THAT RITUAL. Actually, new queens get special information when fed and raised on royal jelly made of nectar and pollen from flowers in fields nearby.

In Frank Herbert's classic science fiction novel "Dune," when a dying Reverend Mother passed her memory to her successor, their skulls touched, and sparks of memory inhabited the younger queen's dreamspace. After that, all the old queen's life-memory flowed in the young. Just so, the complex rituals of a hive preserve and pass information for the next generations.

Instead of killing and replacing queens, we should allow hives to feed and hatch a new queen. Then we should catch the new swarm and provide a cozy, convenient home for the new hive. We would thereby prove our service is worthy of a percentage of the season's harvest of sweetness.

Mysteriously, the modern apiary practice of feeding honeybees sugarwater started just before the current rapid spread of tracheal mites. Such sugarwater is 100% pure carbohydrate crystals, and lacks the essential oils, trace elements and molecular geometries needed to store magnetic charge. Such synthetic sweetness is empty of memory, devoid of information, context poor, and sterile.

The Shape of Memory

Honeybees wander into fields looking for what plants have infolded into their flowers' in flow of nectar. Plants display their greatest color, form and scent at this ecstatic climax of their life. In every plant's life cycle, this ultimate instant of sexual fulfillment is carefully timed within complex rhytmns of season, weather, ecology, and soil.

In flower, plants open their innermost essences to the outer environment, and an electromagnetic channel forms between sky and soil—from heaven into earth. At the moment of bloom, a plant is charged by a polarized flow of flux between atmosphere and ground. With its blossom as a waveguide antenna, a plant becomes a fractal collector of focalized, localized energy fields. To busy pollinating insects like a high frequency buzzing bee, a mature, ripe blossom is lit up in like an ELF (Extremely Low Frequency (1-100 hertz) lightbulb to signal its readiness for fertilization and an available supply of bee-feed.

So a flower's shape harvests the patterns of MAGNETISM, and folds that flow of flux into the blossom—a plant's miniature cradle to hold that captured charge. That dark spark is caught in liquid crystals of sugar and water to become nectar. Each type of flower yields a unique honey with distinct flavor imparted by its special blend of trace minerals, essential oils and complex bio-molecules. Nectar's six carbon rings of sugar—doped with minute amounts of oils, minerals and amino acids— transforming carbohydrate crystals into a solid state device.

So the shape of long-wave flux in the land's magnetic braid concresces into nectar and pollen. Like a freeze-frame photo of the land, the SHAPE of the local energy field is fractal folded as orderly spin (charge) into liquid crystal arrays, and stored in the flower. Thus condensed, patterns of land's waveforms are remembered in orderly molecular spin. Therefore, nectar literally contains the FOLDED SURFACE OF THE LAND. In pollen, this charge further crystalizes into bio-molecular geometry.

If the bioregion's long-wave magnetism looks like a flower, then you get flowes. If local geomagnetism looks like a tangled mess, then you get desert—no flowers, no nectar, no honey, no memory. This fractal infolding and encoding of magnetic shape into embedded memory captured in geometric crystal forms is the essence of Geomancy.

Sweet Memories

Thus, coded memory land's long-wave magnetic web is folded into nectar and pollen as shape. Immunity requires identity ("eye-dent-I-tie") rooted in memory—how fold is coded in braid on a folded surface. "Language,'" or "EL-LAND-GUAGE," is literally "the gauge of the land."

Sweetness is a measure of how efficient and extensive is the BRAIDING. Braid the land's magnetism well, and you get sweetness. Honey is concentrated essences of plants in their act of braiding DNA-memory of vegetal ecstacy.

Honeybees arrive at the hive with their harvest of sweetness, and—with the SHAPE of an elegant little dance—they tell the rest of the hive: depart on this magnetic beeline; turn thus at this ley line; align thus with the sun; there you find nectar. Harvested memory is shared as shape.

Honey's sweetness is more than sugar, but is enriched by magnetic memory stored as spin charge in harmonic liquid crystal arrays. This is why heating changes honey: it destroys the subtle matrix of memory—unravels the braid. White sugar—devoid of minerals, oils and charge—is robbed of memory. And later, the beekeeper will "rob" the hive!

In HIVE life, memory of shape is the entire hive economy. In unified field physics, there is only memory of shape. If you have only one unified substance, then all economies are only those of shape—the braid of histories... err, rather... herstories.

Queen's Dowery: Braided Memory

If hive memory lines hold up, the shape of the land's magnetic lines becomes the genepool of the queen. Worker bees—the immature females—digest the pollen-nectar harvest, then seal this liquid concentrate in six-sided waxcomb cells as stored bee-feed: honey, Nature's most exquisite sweetness.

But in this transformation into honey, certain elements of pollen and nectar—DNA, especially—are removed. This special bee-feed bee-comes royal jelly—food for the queen. Thus, the queen's DNA becomes a record—folded, braided, compressed, concentrated—of how the land lies. The hive's immune system becomes "el-land-guage."

As in the Grail Legend, it isn't only Arthur who is one with the land. The Grail serves the principle of "embeddedness" itself. The hex nest honeycomb is memory data stored in fractals for best compression into the braid of sweetness. Just so, early computers used tiny magnetic iron donut rings threaded on six wires as "core storage" for memory.

Immunity requires memory, and embedded memory gives identity ("eye-dent-I-tie")-what is "self", and is "not self"—the story of how fold was coded in braid on a folded surface. In a hive, the most fractal recursive surface, after honeycomb itself, is queen's DNA—ultimate repository for collective memory. The hive's bloodline strength is the queen.

Constantly replacing queens interrupts the continuity of genetic memory contained in queen's DNA—and deprives the hive of that special dance of reproductive ecstacy.

ULTIMATELY,
THIS WILL COMPLETELY INTERRUPT
THE HIVE'S MEMORY OF LANDSCAPE SHAPE.

Identity and Immunity

So, why is the loss of hive immune strength after killing the queen a mystery? There's no mystery here. If queens continue to be sacrificed with no continuity path for memory, we'll have no bees, no honey, no nectar, no pollination, no pollen, no DNA, no memory, no civilization.

Here's a real mystery for you: Why, for bees, must the climax of sexual ecstacy come with a unique urgency? Namely, why must queen and drone mate in flight? Why not in the safety and comfort of the hive?

Because, due to its unique geometry and energy, DNA must cross in free fall so as to catch the interflux of magnetism and gravity. DNA must be free in order to learn, and capture new memory in the braid, the same way a character in your dream must be set free for you to learn from it.

The key principle is that it's simply the charge of lightning spin (the "Z") itself which teases an egg to split. Specifically, in the "Flower of Life" sense, the egg's membrane receives a sperm's spin, and—if this spin can fit (or phase-lock) on the folded egg surface—decides to dimple. This moment of movement must occur in free space.

The geometry of the egg's dimple, precipitated by the seed, is the same exquisite path to "turn inside out," but now in bee biology. Then ectoderm and endoderm switch places; inside becomes outside, and outside is. This "onset of recursion" is also called "birth."

The geometry of "turn inside out" is a sequence of pent-into-hept symmetry operations. Implosion, or infolding, is 5-into-7: dodeca- and icosahedral, and centripedal. Explosion is 7-into-5: centrifugal. Stasis is hex/six-the two-dimensional circle cycle of 12/60 time-like honey stored in comb.

"Turn inside out" is exactly the geometry of heartbeat electricity at the onset of compassion—at the moment of love.

Chalice of Memory

In "Myth of the Birth of the Hero," Otto Rank, in Jungian style, urges us to know why every mythic hero is born without a father—by virgin birth. Why the "concealment of patriarchy?" Is it the source of seed—or egg—that must be hidden?

Nature and biology are very selective in conferring this genetic treasury. Eggs of the females of the line contain the whole. If you could visualize the spin path into the egg of your mother, and then inside is her mother, and inside is her mother, and inside her...... The first cellular woman was tracked by the fractal foldedness of cellular mitochondria to a lady code-named "Lucy" in ancient Africa.

Indigenous cultures honor this gender-selective link in a different view: umbilical cord connected you to your mother, who's cord linked to her mother, who's cord linked her to....

So memory of foldedness survives in the perfect container, embedded in the fractal geometry of a perfect egg—and as embryo embedded in uterus. If you could recall these links to your conscious mind, then you'd remember—like wormhole into fractal—your reason for being and imagining yourself as separate in the first place. Again, in memory, we have identity.

Seeds—the males—contain the part—the spark to activate memories. Fractionation exists in males, not females. This is because a woman's eggs are born with her, and with her mother, with her mother, and with... This isn't possible with males. Women are "carrier wave," while men "broadcast" their semen.

Virgin and Mother

Bees—the great pollinators of plants—control their own reproduction by allowiing a queen to mate only once. The queen—as treasury of hive DNA—is mother to all other bees in the colony, 95% of whom are immature females: virgins.

In hive life, there is no individuality. No worker, queen or drone exists separate from the whole. They share a community mind, memory and metabolism. There is no "I," only "we."

There's a Sufi myth which says something like "from length is longing born." I always fancied this is a nice apology for separateness. As if—after The Big Bang—the little sparks darting about through dark debris and stubble were us, imagining ourselves separate, thus able to have secret thoughts.

This convenient imagination allows us to experience the way momentum—which was continuous—became discontinuous. This is variously known as "evil" ("live" spelled backwards, or recursion), separateness, wave vs. particle, continuum vs. quantization, catastrophe theory, energy vs. matter, etc.

In essence, it permits spin—in it's flame-like recursion—to settle into dense slip knots—with VERY HIGH LEVERAGE. In this sense, think of "spin—become—recursive" as consciousness, or awareness as well nested, self-embedded waveforms. Focus spin (image-in), and you get little fractals (recursion)—and that's conscious self-awareness.

So what does the Sufi saying mean about creating longing by creating the illusion of length, or separateness?

Yearning, or longing, means creating thee necessary force and desire to connect things at a distance. They say in Gurdjieff school it's good to amp up—or supercharge—the batteries of yearning, in order to fire up the universe to bring together things at a distance... things separate.

We wrote "Can Intent Steer Waves" about the PINE cone shape of the PINEal gland—master endocrine gland at the top tip of our spine, which braids light to super-lightspeed-bending time, which is called "PINE-ing," or yearning.

Only a double phi-spiral, pine cone spin path to the zero point—back into the memory fractal—can keep collective dream whole, instead of fractionating into separateness. This key visualization is needed to access hive (or group) memory in the advanced Merkabbah (or, firebreath) meditation.

Starlight Bloodlines

What we do to bees' memory is a fractal of what we do to ourselves—and what was done to us.

Ultimately, killing and replacing queens is agriculture's ritual re-enactment of a practice used on humans—namely, centuries of the suppression of feminine spirituality and lineage.

In inquisitions, witch hunts, disenfranchisement, and so much more, European society enforced a "de-queening" of female-centered ritual, tradition and bloodline. The ultimate point of this is to control the genepool and memory, and to restrict the experience of ecstacy.

So woman-oriented systems are replaced by male, materialist methods—"management," in a word. Lineage is traced from father to son, and the descension of eggs is obscured. Conception and birth become controlled by medicine and men. Even DNA is subject to genetic engineering and embryo transplant, while abortion is a potent political issue.

~ David Yarrow, the green turtle