tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18011218432130144662024-03-14T09:53:27.731+11:00life and deathif you understand everything, you must be misinformed
-Japanese proverbAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06869609742491949539noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801121843213014466.post-19891160106363822402013-03-18T18:55:00.001+11:002013-03-18T19:26:18.684+11:00Spender - NEVER AGAIN - OFFICIALThis is my son, @<a href="http://www.spender.com.au/" target="_blank">Tom Spender</a> first video release for his first solo EP coming up for release soon. The video and photography is by <a href="http://cargocollective.com/wilk" target="_blank">Wilk</a>, check out Tom's new website here.<br />
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This just blew me away...I am bursting with pride ofcourse, but apart from that I am in awe of his talentAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06869609742491949539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801121843213014466.post-86387841397903603572012-10-24T19:40:00.003+11:002012-10-24T19:40:51.019+11:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our Mama Raven's wings have lifted her spirit from this lifetime and she is in flight to her next journey, where she will dance in our hearts forever.</div>
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I've been in tears or the edge of tears all day. when I opened my emails this morning I found that Gabrielle Roth had left her body. I have known she was on the brink for over a week now, and been feeling a sort of undertow of sadness and grief. </div>
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But now she's gone, and its like one of the foundation bricks of a whole generation's Spiritual journey's had been taken out. And I also know that her work is just starting now too. I first came across her book 'Maps to Ecstasy' in 1989, and it was so resonant for me, that I couldn't understand how come I hadn't always had this book in my life. Reading it changed my life in many ways, and practicing 5 Rhythms over the last 23 years, is a corner stone in my Sadhana.</div>
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I love you Gabrielle Roth. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06869609742491949539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801121843213014466.post-6193327006381545412012-05-23T10:52:00.001+10:002012-05-23T10:52:17.159+10:00Solfeggio 528 Hz Emerald Heart Ascendance<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/o9TFmhTOIX4?fs=1" width="480"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06869609742491949539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801121843213014466.post-73096714143391822142011-12-20T09:09:00.001+11:002011-12-20T09:09:26.401+11:00The ceremony in the Vineyard<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anselmvr/6534765153/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7173/6534765153_f03d224fcc_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anselmvr/6534765153/">The ceremony in the Vineyard</a> <br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anselmvr/">anselm_van rood</a></span><br clear="all" /><p>Here they are, the newly wed pair Rosie (my niece and her lovely husband, Nic; so beautiful, in front of the vines..</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06869609742491949539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801121843213014466.post-66127467647661870252011-12-20T09:07:00.001+11:002011-12-20T09:07:38.838+11:00Rosie and Nick's wedding<object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="240" height="180" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=109786" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"> <param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&photo_secret=da4f0a17a0&photo_id=6534494357&flickr_show_info_box=true"></param> <param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=109786"></param> <param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"></param> <param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=109786" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&photo_secret=da4f0a17a0&photo_id=6534494357&flickr_show_info_box=true" height="180" width="240"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anselmvr/6534494357/">Jess, Tommy & Leroy</a> <br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/anselmvr/">anselm_van rood</a></span><br clear="all" /><p>This little video taken by my brother Anselm van Rood captures the juicy-ness and warmth at this beautiful wedding..such a joy!</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06869609742491949539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801121843213014466.post-57553118625999973652011-10-18T12:31:00.000+11:002011-10-18T12:31:32.025+11:00Love is what we are<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: olive; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"><br /></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Love is what we are born with. Fear is what we learn. The spiritual journey is the unlearning of fear and prejudices and the acceptance of love back in our hearts. Love is the essential reality and our purpose on earth. To be consciously aware of it, to experience love in ourselves and others, is the meaning of life. Meaning does not lie in things. Meaning lies in us.</span> ~ Marianne Williamson</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06869609742491949539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801121843213014466.post-86606900097808310292011-06-17T18:43:00.000+10:002011-06-17T18:43:57.596+10:00Lioness Man<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwFNKT-h_X4Yz-TfK02NEsQt2g3QdSuNklgBN9Vwa8rQvKn1_8kp3sDf7NdMuJecXmVm9bnkZu5hBlr9HZGig' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">This is such a moving video of a man and a lioness, it reminds me of how through trust and love we can get on with anyone...enjoy</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06869609742491949539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801121843213014466.post-34676677781067152182011-05-25T09:21:00.000+10:002011-05-25T09:21:01.774+10:00Llewellyn Vaughan Lee: A New Light<style type="text/css">
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</div><div class="p1">At the core of creation something is changing, coming alive in a new way. A light at the center of the world that has for millennia been dormant has been rekindled. This is the light of life itself waking up, remembering its own real nature and divine purpose. And with this awakening, the living being that is our world is undergoing a transformation in its very essence. The awakening of the light at the center of the world carries the potential for a whole new revelation, the possibility of a new way of living and being and relating to one another and to life. At this moment, we stand on the edge of a new stage in the evolution of life and consciousness, a new paradigm for the world. Life is one, has always been one. It is a single, living, organic wholeness and everything in creation is a part of it, as vitally and inseparably related to the whole of life as an individual cell or organ is related to the larger organism of which it is a part.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06869609742491949539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801121843213014466.post-84783529454129512462011-05-07T13:08:00.001+10:002011-05-19T19:00:00.115+10:00The Chaos of our current time<style type="text/css">
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<tr><td class="td3" valign="top"><div class="p2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><b>Transition States of Consciousness<br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"><i>Chaotic Nodes</i> are clusters of chaotic events. According to the Hathors, Earth has entered a Chaotic Node and, as a result, we can expect ever-increasing levels of chaos—including but not limited to earthquakes, volcanic activity, aberrant weather patterns, ecological distress, as well as economic, social and political turmoil.</span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"><i>Transition States of Consciousness</i> are what the Hathors call the in-between places when a major loss has occurred and we find ourselves temporarily poised between an old reality that has passed away and a new reality that has not yet fully formed.</span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: x-small;"><i>Perceptual markers</i> are a term the Hathors use to describe how we make sense of our world and navigate through our lives using our five senses.</span></b></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p6"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">The Message</span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">By their very nature Chaotic Nodes tend to generate transition states of consciousness. <i>Transition states of consciousness</i> emerge when <i>perceptual markers</i> disappear. And when this occurs you enter a <i>null zone</i> in which your old reality no longer exists, or has changed radically, while your new reality has not yet come into existence. </span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Due to the fact that you have entered an even more intense phase of the Chaotic Node, we wish to share with you our views regarding transition states, in the hopes that you will be able to utilize this knowledge for your own benefit.</span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">For our purposes we can divide transition states into three primary categories: 1) personal transition states, 2) collective transition states and 3) physical death.</span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p7"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><b>Personal Transition States</b></span></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Let us turn our attention to personal transition states first, for your personal perception is the pivotal point around which your perceived reality operates. </span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Your perception of reality is fundamentally a personal creation. It is influenced by the collective perception of your culture, time, place and circumstance, but fundamentally your perception of what is real and not real is a creation—your creation. </span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Your perception of reality depends upon <i>habits of perception</i>, if you are like most persons. You are used to experiencing certain realities in your life and these tell you where you are, so to speak. You wake up in the morning and you look to the clock and the collective perception of time is immediately before you. Your choice to engage this illusion, or not, is a personal one. Indeed, one of the signs of spiritual mastery is the ability to navigate cultural illusions successfully while clearly understanding their nature. </span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">When a situation in your personal life shifts dramatically there is a tendency for the perceptual markers to disappear or re-organize themselves.</span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Let us present one possible scenario. If you have worked at the same job for many years you have built your life around the demands of this position. You eat lunch at a certain time. You return home at a certain time. You interact with others in specific ways, tailored to fit the demands of your job. </span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">If that job were suddenly removed, unexpectedly, those perceptual markers would disappear. There would be no need to get up at a certain time, eat at a certain time, return home at a certain time, and the people you interacted with for the bulk of your waking hours would no longer be available to you. </span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">This situation is inherently disorienting for most people. Again, the perceptual markers have disappeared. </span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">The same phenomenon occurs when any radical shift in your personal life takes place. If a relationship that is important to you suddenly ends the perceptual markers of that relationship disappear, and you enter the transition state of consciousness. </span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">If you have a health crisis and your physical life is affected in radical ways the perceptual markers disappear, and this can be disorienting. You have entered a transition state of consciousness.</span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">As the Chaotic Node increases in its intensity more and more persons will experience the shock waves of their old reality crumbling before them. What was certain in their lives is now uncertain. What was solid ground is seen to be no longer solid. We mean this both figuratively and literally. </span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">There is another wave of transition states that is emerging from this Chaotic Node. It is already affecting many persons, but its affects will spread out in consciousness much like a tsunami. </span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">This particular transition state has to do with the collapse of the collective lies of your culture. Increasingly more and more of you will see behind the shadow play; you will sense the puppet masters, and although their identities may elude you, you will see with increasing reality that aspects of your culture are a manipulation, a limitation, and in many cases, downright lies. </span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">The lie that we are speaking to here is not the lie of economics, the lie of wars, or the lie of confining religions, but the lie of your identity—a lie that ensures your imprisonment. This lie is the belief and cultural assertion that you are nothing more than a physical human being and that there are, in fact, no other realms of being beyond your earthy experience. </span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">The recognition of this lie is a harbinger of personal freedom, but in its beginning stages it can be quite disorienting. This is because multidimensional experiences are so different from your earthly day-to-day experiences. If you find yourself marooned between your earthly and multidimensional life, you have entered a transition state of consciousness. </span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Our purpose in sharing this information is to suggest a practical course of action during transition states of consciousness.</span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">When you personally enter a powerful transition state you might, like many human beings, remain stuck in overwhelm. Many individuals find the shock of realizing that their perceptual markers have disappeared, along with the reality that they assumed to be real, deeply disturbing. </span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Due to the fact that time is accelerating—and by this we mean more events taking place in less time—remaining in a state of shock or overwhelm is a psychological indulgence which you cannot afford. The essential point we wish to convey here is that regardless of the nature of the transition state, whether it is personal in nature having to do with changes in your personal life, or due to recognizing your cultural manipulation—you are the creator of your reality. </span></b></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">You may have stories to explain why suddenly your life is bereft, but these are just stories. You may blame other persons, situations, or institutions for your problem, but this is misplaced responsibility. Your stories may be true and there may be other persons, situations or institutions to blame, but when you have entered a transition state of consciousness, you are at the central vortex of a powerful creative process. There is no reason or need to cry over “spilt milk” as one of your folk sayings goes. What is lost is lost. What is gone is gone. </span></b></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Now the central question becomes, “What will you do?”</span></b></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Will you remain stunned, in shock, in overwhelm, anger and sadness? Or will you step into your identity as a creator of your life?</span></b></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">To those of you who choose to remain in lower states of consciousness, we have no comment. </span></b></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Our comments are for those of you courageous enough and bold enough to step into your identity as creators. If you are one of these, here is what we suggest.</span></b></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">When everything disappears, meaning the perceptual markers of your former reality, understand that you have entered into a <i>void point</i>. </span></b></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">A void point is a critical transition between an old reality and a new one. That which was, has ended. Instead of regretting the loss, you accept the void. This is, for many persons, a challenging undertaking, because in the void point there is nothing that can be done. You must simply be a witness to it, and to yourself, for in <i>this no-man’s land</i> there are no perceptual markers.</span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p3"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Be careful what new markers you put into place, for these ideas and beliefs will be the stars in the new sky of your mind, and you shall navigate your way into these new times by the stars (thoughts and beliefs) that you have placed in the heavens of your own consciousness. So be wise when you go about creating new stars, our fellow navigators of the Mystery.</span></b></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p8"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Collective Transition States of Consciousness</span></b></div><div class="p9"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">The human collective, from our perspective, is currently like an immense cosmic serpent shedding its old skin, writhing and twisting, scraping off old encumbrances. Some of these take the form of economic turmoil. Some of them are political in nature. Some of them are the collapse and transformation of cultural institutions. And some of these writhings and twistings are related to earthquake and volcanic activity, as well as aberrant weather patterns. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">As natural and manmade disasters increase, more and more of you will find yourselves entering transition states of consciousness. Obviously those who experience an earthquake, volcano or destructive weather directly are the most prone to enter transition states, but those of you who are empathic in nature can experience the brunt of a natural or manmade disaster as if you were physically present. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Indeed as the veil that separates human consciousnesses from one another dissolves, more and more of you will experience the changes taking place in the world at a visceral level. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">We now wish to address the question of a new creation for those of you who may find yourself in the aftermath of a natural or manmade disaster, such as an earthquake, a volcanic eruption, or destructive weather patterns. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">If the destructive force is strong enough, the perceptual markers of your former reality may no longer exist. Your home or place of business may no longer be there. You may find yourself dealing with shortages of food and water, and there are any number of variables that can come together to create a state of shock and overwhelm.</span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">We wish to be very clear in what we are about to say. Shock and overwhelm in the face of disasters are a natural mammalian response, and if you are to transcend and transform the moment you must reach upward to higher dimensions of your own existence, your own being, to those realms of consciousness that are beyond time and space. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">To the extent that you are able to incorporate the transcendent aspects of your being as part of the equation for your survival, you will be able to mitigate the shock and overwhelm. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">The central feature that needs to be identified in the midst of chaos, any form of chaos, is <i>the portal of opportunity</i>. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">This opportunity for survival or for a new life may present itself in ways you do not expect. This is because the perceptual markers are no longer in place and your consciousness may not recognize an opportunity when it presents itself. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">There is a deep-seated human habit, or tendency, that wishes to conform new realities to those of the past. This would be an unfortunate habit to engage in these situations.</span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">There is much we could say about the hyper-dimensional realities involved in choice making during chaotic events, but we wish to “cut to the chase” and give that which will be most practical. Perhaps some other time we can share with you our philosophical musings about your infinite nature and the infinite possibilities that reside within you. However, for now, let us be a little simplistic and give you a formula to recognize and create opportunities for new life and a new destiny when they present themselves to you. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Assuming that you have entered a transition state of consciousness and that you have befriended the void point and are more or less comfortable with the great uncertainty of your situation, this is what we suggest.</span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Be curious and expect miracles. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">By entering a state of curiosity you engage an aspect of your mind that is free to move unfettered by expectation. It becomes very much like the mind of a child, and it is this innocence—which is not the same as childishness—that allows you to enter a vibratory state of consciousness, which greatly benefits you. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">By holding the expectation of miracles you release the power of creation within you, and to the extent that you accomplish this you will find increasing incidences of serendipity, coincidences of benefit and unexpected treasures, whether they be physical in nature or mental and emotional. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">This combination of curiosity about what will happen next joined with an expectation of miracles will move you rapidly from the void point to a new life, a new creation, regardless of what might be happening for those around you. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">During collective transition states of consciousness it is helpful to remember that each person is the creator of his or her own reality, and in the midst of chaos people will make different choices and enter different personal realities. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Do not be swayed by those who enter lower vibratory realms. You cannot save them from themselves. Look upward and live upward with curiosity and an expectation of miracles, and even in the gravest of situations miracles can, and will, occur for you. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p8"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Physical Death</span></b></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">One of the greatest difficulties for embodied beings is the transition state of consciousness you call death. This is due to the fact that all perceptual markers, including the five senses, disappear. If a person identifies solely with his/her material existence, he or she will find this transition state to be most difficult. This is because what she or he identified with no longer exists. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Although the physical world continues on, there is no input into consciousness from the five senses. It is as if the world has vanished and the body along with it. The great I Am, the central feature of transcendent consciousness, no longer receives information from the body, the five senses, or the external world. This can be deeply disturbing and disorienting for someone who has not directly experienced the other realms of his or her being.</span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Metaphorically speaking, you are like a vast tree, a <i>Tree of Life</i>, with many branches and many, many leaves and blossoms, and your current physical existence is just one of these leaves and one of these blossoms.</span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">When a person passes through the transition state of consciousness you call death there are several options. If you are in a spiritual tradition the central figure of which is a guru, avatar or savior, you can follow the path of this being into the vibratory realm of his/her consciousness. In some religions this is known as heaven. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">If you follow the path of a guru, avatar or savior understand that you are entering into his/her heaven, her/his vibratory attainment, and by necessity you enter also into his/her limitations in consciousness. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">From our perspective the universe is infinite in nature, and by this we refer not to external space but to the interdimensional realities of your universe, and there is no single being in existence, from our experience, who understands and embraces all that is. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">If, however, you wish to join your guru/avatar/savior in the death realms we have a few suggestions. One is to mentally call upon his/her name. This is an ancient understanding encapsulated in the Egyptian term <i>Ren</i>, meaning name. When you call upon the name of a spiritual being an aspect of him/her is compelled to move toward you. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">If, in that moment of encountering your guru/avatar/savior, he or she deems you worthy, you will be taken by him/her into his/her heavenly realm. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">For those of you in eastern spiritual traditions there are mantras connected with specified deities. Chanting these mantras mentally during death, or in the death realms, has the same effect.</span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">For those of you who are not part of a spiritual tradition that follows a guru, avatar or savior, then the transition state of consciousness called death offers other possibilities. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">As with the other two transition states of consciousness, the death realm has a void point, and its dominant features are stillness (silence) and darkness. All possibilities exist within the Void, but no actuality is in existence. It is like the acorn of an oak tree. The oak, the giant tree itself, is potentially within the acorn, but it does not yet exist. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">So when you find yourself in the Void, which you will recognize by the fact that you are utterly alone in darkness and utter stillness, know that you are in the central nexus of your creative powers. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">What you choose to create next will determine the course of your destiny and what worlds you will inhabit or realms of existence you will reside in. This is a critical juncture. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Many persons frightened by the darkness move to the light prematurely. And what they do not realize is that in their yearning they create the light. A portal opens before them, like a tunnel, and they can move into this tunnel of light, encountering those they have known before, thereby entering back into embodiment or other vibratory realms of existence without having fully understood the consequences. This is certainly one option open to you, and one that is often taken.</span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Another option, however, is to remain at the void point, residing in the Void itself, becoming aware of your Self as <i>pure consciousness</i>—transcendent to all phenomena. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">If you reside in this state of awareness long enough without the need to create something, you will discover your identity as the great I Am. And from this point of awareness you can choose the circumstances of your embodiment. You can choose the worlds you will inhabit or the realms of consciousness where you will reside. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">This latter method gives you the greatest opportunities, though it is the most difficult for most people. And the reason for this difficulty has to do with the fact that most humans find it uncomfortable to not have a body. The yearning for a body and the experience of the material world often draws a person from the Void prematurely. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">In summation, due to the intensifying phases of the Chaotic Node many of you will find yourselves in transitional states of consciousness. Regardless of what level you find yourself engaged in, whether it be your personal life, the collective experience, or the transition state you call death, know that you are the creator of your reality. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p11"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">The Hathors</span></b></div><div class="p3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">April 20, 2011</span></div><div class="p4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">I personally find this message to be stunningly eloquent and a vast storehouse of information. I have read and re-read this message several times, and each time I discover something new. There is, indeed, much to be read between the lines in this communication.</span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">I especially liked the Hathors’ statement…</span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">“Be careful what new (perceptual) markers you put into place, for these ideas and beliefs will be the stars in the new sky of your mind, and you shall navigate your way into these new times by the stars (thoughts and beliefs) that you have placed in the heavens of your own consciousness. So be wise when you go about creating new stars, our fellow navigators of the mystery.”</span></i></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">At the level of our collective mind, I think our mythic realities are changing. The old stars, those thoughts, beliefs and presuppositions about reality that have guided us as a culture for millennia seem now to be dimming, not to mention that they have led us in directions many of us no longer wish to go. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">The collective ship of our culture seems to be plying through the waters of the Great Mystery with little regard for the sacredness of this planet or life upon it. But even as our collective vessel sails through the Great Mystery, seemingly without awareness, it (the ship) and we owe our very existence to the Mystery itself. This very odd duality seems, to me, either amusing or tragic, depending upon what mood I am in, and how connected I am or disconnected I have become from the Mystery itself. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">One of the ironies of our situation is that the crew of this vessel, those who make it sail, through an investment of their life-force, creativity and, in some cases, blood sweat and tears, are no less than you and me, and all the other nearly seven billion humans alive on this exquisite planet. We are—all of us—crewing this vessel, regardless of our personal situation, our life station or our beliefs. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">There are those in the New Age community who say, and have been saying for years now, that we are near Unity, and that the Golden Age is just around the corner. I do not share this perception. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">We are all in the same boat together, whether we like it or not, and it seems to me that our crew is polarized. There are many who insist that the paradigms of greed, arrogance and usurpation are the true reference points for our sextants. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Others of us, however, are sensing that we are headed in the wrong direction—that we can no longer ravage this planet and its life (both human and other-than-human). For us, there are new stars in the sky of our minds. And we are setting our sextants clearly upon these cosmic beacons. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">How it will all turn out is anybody’s guess. But I am encouraged by a silent mutiny I see happening all around me. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Many of us crew members, and I suspect that if you have read this far you may be one of them, are silently taking action to turn our collective vessel (i.e. our cultural madness) around or at least slow it down. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">Some of us are pulling out our sextants and are pointing out new stars to those around us. We do this by living the change we wish to see. We do this by having the courage to live by a new Earth-reality that we sense is possible. We do this by extending kindness to each other. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">And when necessary, we do this by standing our ground. I am reminded in this of a grass roots movement in some of the world’s poorest countries to preserve the use of non-hybrid seeds—seeds that produce new seeds when crops are harvested—rather than succumb to international economic interests that would enslave the poorest of the Earth to buy new seeds whenever they wish to feed themselves and their families. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">As I write this, I am nearly weeping at their courage to stand up against the Titans that have set the course for our collective vessel through greed, arrogance and an utter disregard for the sanctity of life.</span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">As difficult and as challenging as these times are both for individuals and the collective, I think there is hope in the uncertainty that we are facing. I say this because the human spirit has sometimes risen to heights when faced with dire uncertain times. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">If the Hathors are correct, all of us will face numerous transition states of consciousness before our time on Earth has ended. The perceptual markers of our old reality are being displaced. How we deal with the loss of our perceived reality and the old world will determine the next cycle of Earthly existence for humanity. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">And for us individually, what we choose to create in the transition states of <i>our</i> lives will determine the realms of consciousness that are opened to us. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
</span></div><div class="p10"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: small;">I wish you, my fellow crew members and those whom you love, safe passage through these turbulent times. But regardless of what happens, regardless of where and in what situations we find ourselves upon this perilous journey, let us remember that we are—above all else—creators of our own reality. </span></div><div class="p5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #444444;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">"We become compassionate not from altruism which denies the self for the sake of the other, but from the insight that sees and feels one is the other.” ~Huston Smith</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">(quote found at this <a href="http://kathyloh.wordpress.com/2011/04/16/heart-seas-heart-sees/#comment-928">blog</a>)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Today I had a meeting with an old friend who I don't see very often these days. Our twenty four year friendship has indeed been through many twists and turns on its rugged path of love. We shared a house at one time, bringing up our sons, as we kept the wolf of single motherhood at bay. We've shared our spiritual journey as well, holding each other through the mystery, growth pains/gains and elevated illuminations. We've both learnt a lot from each other about so much, and still do. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Today we talked about the 'shadow'.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The shadow is only there because of Light. The shadow of the self, so rich in its lessons of pain and suffering, and such a cornucopia of ripe pickings for the growth of the Soul. And on the ground, so little comfort and smooth running...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Today I felt deep compassion for each of us, as we reached into the void to access that place of Stillness and Heart in our search for the truth. I found myself opening my heart, for a moment as I drank in the Shadow. </div><div style="text-align: center;">It was a bit like Tonglen, the Buddhist way of transmuting pain and suffering into Light. (Pema Chodron teaches this so well..)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am grateful to my old friend, even though on a cellular level I feel myself bracing for the acrid winds of karma. On a deeper level I am grateful for the momentary crack in the illusion which we busily hold together while going about our lives; forgetting about Love and all-that-is, and that we are all One.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="p1">"Everybody suffers from love, or the fear of it, or the lack of it. Why? Why is love so universally and inevitably heart-breaking, whether it be through the end of a love affair, the death of a loved one or being locked in with the habitual casualness or grim indifference of a partner? The answer is because we've been taught and conditioned by the world to believe that love is a feeling. Love is not a feeling; it's a sensation. Drinking water when you're thirsty is a sensation, not a feeling. Being in nature or swimming in the sea is a sensation, not a feeling. Lying down when you're tired is sensational, not a feeling, although you may say it feels good. Feeling is an emotional interpretation of experience and these sensations don't need interpretation; they are just good or right. Making physical love rightly is a sensation, not a feeling. So is the love of God. The same goes for joy and beauty; both are sensational." Barry Long</div><div class="p2"><u><br />
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Dear one, if you are a woman or you know one, please share these stunning words with her.</div><div align="center" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em;"><br />
</div><div align="center" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em;">The Song of the Five Sisters<br />
by Dolores Ashcroft-Nowicki</div><div align="center" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em;">You are my sister, your skin black as night.<br />
A princess of the Royal blood in the arms of Solomon the King.<br />
Your beauty is different to mine but love is common to us both.<br />
Yours is Saba, the Land of the South, rich in gold and spices,<br />
Where the sun’s heat soaks into the parched earth.<br />
Yes, you are my sister and together we shall live in peace.</div><div align="center" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em;">You are my sister, with a body the colour of fine gold.<br />
Your eyes follow the gentle curve of the almond, dark and mysterious.<br />
In your veins flows the blood of the Seven Immortals, old as time itself.<br />
The Dragon Throne was yours in that time and still awaits your return.<br />
Cherry blossom floating on a still pool where golden fishes play.<br />
Yes, you are my sister and together we shall live in peace.</div><div align="center" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em;">You are my sister, your breasts are the colour of warm earth.<br />
Soft as the voice of Rama, strong as the sword of Kali is your soul.<br />
Generations of proud men, Kings and Warriors have sought your love.<br />
The snow-capped mountains of the north have taught you endurance.<br />
In the Art of Love you are without equal, daughter of Brahma.<br />
Yes, you are my sister and together we shall live in peace.</div><div align="center" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em;">You are my sister, your arms show the bronze of many Tribes.<br />
In your hair shines the wing of the raven braided with quills and wampum.<br />
Under your stilled fingers a weaver’s loom gives birth to beauty and colour.<br />
Silver and turquoise are your marriage gifts, proud is your race and heritage.<br />
Bitter have been your tears, and sorrow has been your companion.<br />
Yes, you are my sister and together we shall live in peace.</div><div align="center" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em;">Listen to my song, O my sisters, my face is white, pale as the moon.<br />
Like you I live and love, bear children, grow old and will die,<br />
yet I sing my song of hope for those that will follow us along the Path,<br />
Throughout the Western Lands I sing the Song of Peace, of Peace between us.<br />
Black and white, red and gold and brown, we are the women, the mothers.<br />
Yes, you are my sisters, and together we shall live in peace.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 1.5em;"><em>For spiritual nourishment, please visit <a href="http://www.susancorso.com/" style="color: #339900; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.5em; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">www.susancorso.com</a></em></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06869609742491949539noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801121843213014466.post-33432784775689596152011-01-03T18:19:00.002+11:002011-01-09T18:32:55.291+11:00Summer 1986-7<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj64IdVn4xfaJ-eAK-2vo0rQ5bMLRNImhCRSJSl_CkYZBdjhspeUrpNrweZtkhyi3zlt1WVAJHcrcl_XAEUazQbNnoyDnbjF1pZy5ly79AzT2RiFyLpQdVGb6NlUFzZ__J-0-WfbHwB_LE/s1600/C+1987.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj64IdVn4xfaJ-eAK-2vo0rQ5bMLRNImhCRSJSl_CkYZBdjhspeUrpNrweZtkhyi3zlt1WVAJHcrcl_XAEUazQbNnoyDnbjF1pZy5ly79AzT2RiFyLpQdVGb6NlUFzZ__J-0-WfbHwB_LE/s640/C+1987.jpg" width="425" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;">Its the time of that of the year when one clears out all the old boxes and bits..I found this amongst some others of yours truly, probably taken around 1986-7. I think it was taken when I lived in Brunswick Street Fitzroy, at Maureen Fallons beautiful apartment. The lilies do look like her sort of accouterment. Its hard to believe I looked like that, and yet felt so unattractive! Just goes to show to not believe the stories you tell yourself..</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06869609742491949539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801121843213014466.post-76482773566701970762010-05-24T21:33:00.000+10:002010-05-24T21:33:56.996+10:00Rita Bone (Uma)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3fYEDZy2gytonXI8ObROl0bTRbf5I5NrvDKl0QFiHmN1_t5pWerzVba-8LX4M3pgjAJMcjnkKvfZITyY5IG35gYFWvTeeM4mEuxIkpbbmBR5B7j-Nx5rJ_xQhhSUavKvDbfsXB1_rXs/s1600/Rita-Uma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI3fYEDZy2gytonXI8ObROl0bTRbf5I5NrvDKl0QFiHmN1_t5pWerzVba-8LX4M3pgjAJMcjnkKvfZITyY5IG35gYFWvTeeM4mEuxIkpbbmBR5B7j-Nx5rJ_xQhhSUavKvDbfsXB1_rXs/s400/Rita-Uma.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">A very special woman, Rita Bone (aka Uma) <br />
<br />
died yesterday at 3:50pm 23rd May 2010<br />
<br />
She will leave a big gap for those who were touched by her and loved her, and yet blessedly her<br />
<br />
love will stay in our hearts...<br />
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be free now beautiful Rita, be all that is, I sing a song of wonder for you<br />
even though we only met a few times we've always known one another and <br />
will always know each other in all that is<br />
<br />
and I will miss you</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06869609742491949539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801121843213014466.post-77764737348644693682010-04-28T12:56:00.000+10:002010-04-28T12:56:03.124+10:00Isabel Allende tells tales of passion | Video on TED.com<a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/isabel_allende_tells_tales_of_passion.html">Isabel Allende tells tales of passion | Video on TED.com</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06869609742491949539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801121843213014466.post-90430376205298200892010-04-27T21:21:00.000+10:002010-04-27T21:21:50.480+10:00Jilly's wake<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrCNk4RjewqAc7sSHOMza6eLmIVRk6RGyOXM9dPu_Sdp_vBoWoL2Vnon9F4B7Mtxjja7eoCstsKOmr79rJXDdtr4Xoafqxo3CXoNHJ4WOOHHpModsA6u_jJqHd43i0FzDnnYWyyvdG6Ls/s1600/Jilly's+wake.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrCNk4RjewqAc7sSHOMza6eLmIVRk6RGyOXM9dPu_Sdp_vBoWoL2Vnon9F4B7Mtxjja7eoCstsKOmr79rJXDdtr4Xoafqxo3CXoNHJ4WOOHHpModsA6u_jJqHd43i0FzDnnYWyyvdG6Ls/s400/Jilly's+wake.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
At the Beach House in Elwood we said goodbye to Jilly Halliday. Her family spoke of her with so much love and humour. I was particularly moved by what her nephew said. They gave such an authentic and loving portrait of her. And they told us with candour and courage of their love for her. There wasn't a dry eye in the house, as they say. Her friend Carol had arranged hundreds of gas filled balloons, and after people had said their words, we were asked to write on them and then set them free into the dusk sky.<br />
Elwood beach looked particularly moody and evocative, and it was such a moving scene seeing people in little groups letting their balloons go, and calling out her name. She would have loved it. She was there in everybody's hearts. You are leaving a quite a gap in our lives Jilly, you will deeply missed.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06869609742491949539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801121843213014466.post-44615145433817603112010-04-21T09:17:00.001+10:002010-04-21T09:18:34.600+10:00In memory of Jilly Halliday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhUvLxKMIuykZodo-KEP38mDPGCG2hsWHAXc0hrphFYiQRbkjFs3I7UbrfQrDQo3ryHueSsGdnfMM7xZhtDZP7nHDcTFkH5gqsSqrAOyCDA8QxcpeVBzRWi3HmQv9MgkqB-LVw4pHgm28/s1600/I+give+you+love!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhUvLxKMIuykZodo-KEP38mDPGCG2hsWHAXc0hrphFYiQRbkjFs3I7UbrfQrDQo3ryHueSsGdnfMM7xZhtDZP7nHDcTFkH5gqsSqrAOyCDA8QxcpeVBzRWi3HmQv9MgkqB-LVw4pHgm28/s400/I+give+you+love!.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
Jilly sent this to me, and called the photo: "I give you love!". (the photo was taken in her second home: Bali) This is so very typical of her I think. She had a wacky sense of humour and a great sense of fun, and most of all was so inclusive and heartful. She died this morning at six o'clock, after a long struggle with brain tumors. It took a year for them to take her out. And in that time she was so courageous and stayed so positive. I know it was very sad for her to lose her beloved dog Bingley in December, he was really her significant other, and had also developed a cancer, almost at the same time.<br />
Rest in Peace my friend. God bless.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06869609742491949539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801121843213014466.post-16393779324910135132010-02-18T19:46:00.001+11:002010-02-18T19:48:05.871+11:00Ruby Hunter dies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPZNyaAsGNBnM52jSpNDT6jbNXLghpwkiC8euss9PgwyFzt9lUYOchMgIazBaaGjQxQvHRI39C4sdy_uRJB8Xzwr52af6WmXxGYtcDQh55P0A-OhKJeiJ6lFb0VwmzaQJLZTxfhWmhhQk/s1600-h/Ruby+Hunter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPZNyaAsGNBnM52jSpNDT6jbNXLghpwkiC8euss9PgwyFzt9lUYOchMgIazBaaGjQxQvHRI39C4sdy_uRJB8Xzwr52af6WmXxGYtcDQh55P0A-OhKJeiJ6lFb0VwmzaQJLZTxfhWmhhQk/s320/Ruby+Hunter.jpg" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I nearly burst into tears today when I heard the very sad news that Ruby Hunter died. I first saw her singing on the beach in one of the earliest St Kilda festivals, next to her life partner Archie Roach. It was the first time I felt the deeper shared connection of living on this land together with these people who have been so displaced, marginalized and generally abused by the newer immigrants (namely Europeans). I could sense the Soul of her people, and their culture and suffereing. She was an amazing artist, and it is a devastating loss for our ongoing understanding and empathy of her people through her love and her work.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06869609742491949539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801121843213014466.post-8308353173451529622010-02-13T12:34:00.003+11:002010-02-13T12:53:09.875+11:00Durga-the Tiger riding Goddess<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fRS_MZucNbS6OyCtDU_KKs1LqRG_9ipH2tiE3Hdh5OowtkTyn4gJDJ5CTDW6MsiL4XHZnP7hNEmko8t8w1dVnRbfYofqAdHJdjx18dlnpbyl0ZDhFwMQmDwRAm3lKPy34eoEhSQvsCI/s1600-h/Durga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fRS_MZucNbS6OyCtDU_KKs1LqRG_9ipH2tiE3Hdh5OowtkTyn4gJDJ5CTDW6MsiL4XHZnP7hNEmko8t8w1dVnRbfYofqAdHJdjx18dlnpbyl0ZDhFwMQmDwRAm3lKPy34eoEhSQvsCI/s640/Durga.jpg" width="411" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I've been thinking about Durga quite a lot lately, the difference between her and Kali, for example. I get the feeling that Kali is more 'raw' (as my friend Madhuma put it), and that Durga comes more from the 'Source' ie 'Love'. Check out the link above, to see the <a href="http://awakeningwomen.wordpress.com/2010/02/12/durga-the-tiger-riding-goddess/">Awakening Women's blog</a>, Chameli's words about her. I like the way she says: "Durga comes from Love, and is moving always towards Love...and in that stream, she is unbeatable.."Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06869609742491949539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801121843213014466.post-6980719627155446242010-02-09T12:09:00.001+11:002010-02-09T12:09:48.654+11:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-O6otMFeQmI&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-O6otMFeQmI&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06869609742491949539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801121843213014466.post-82021862028504846432010-01-19T09:20:00.003+11:002010-01-19T09:29:50.539+11:00Michael's terrine!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyEzv84w6Qz8ygvwuYqAzUkfD4zx-YLLV2YT4yKtBnYSiFcCO4w01a4evGgBQVqubbFRgMAWMnN5ek2mcqntdibUWqhGkrq7d8mb89mruw8jJaxlEWiagbP5EpHtLbXoaO2XOuyzYXax0/s1600-h/Michaels+terrine.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyEzv84w6Qz8ygvwuYqAzUkfD4zx-YLLV2YT4yKtBnYSiFcCO4w01a4evGgBQVqubbFRgMAWMnN5ek2mcqntdibUWqhGkrq7d8mb89mruw8jJaxlEWiagbP5EpHtLbXoaO2XOuyzYXax0/s400/Michaels+terrine.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428208608340568178" border="0" /></a>On Sunday we had lunch at one of the most beautiful places I've been to in Melbourne: the home of Tom Spender and Michael Pitcher. Everywhere you look, your eyes feast on some amazing beauty, quirky design, important work or exquisite delight...it makes you feel like you're in one of Heaven's anti-rooms, a place where a slice of some of the most refined of European, North American and Indigenous of man and womankind's civilized creations got harvested. And then to top it all off, our stomachs got to feast on Michael's (becoming) famous terrine, which he says only takes him 15 minutes to make. Ofcourse he didn't count the volume of Love, Tenderness and Care he puts in, which has taken him his lifetime to accrue.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06869609742491949539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801121843213014466.post-45821077937078713912010-01-10T17:44:00.003+11:002010-01-10T17:45:47.029+11:00ecstacy through dance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLithnpqcArWpiOQY6kuqpjayr0s0flplQLZJ35rq6ts8E6aJIThBQsn9QszdpyZQ0EWOvjkX9cDzt_BMl1mP6p4XQN50uXaHOErGfW2LUbIgzNtFnwaIrHkwC-khEimqcPVuKZkal-us/s1600-h/dance.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLithnpqcArWpiOQY6kuqpjayr0s0flplQLZJ35rq6ts8E6aJIThBQsn9QszdpyZQ0EWOvjkX9cDzt_BMl1mP6p4XQN50uXaHOErGfW2LUbIgzNtFnwaIrHkwC-khEimqcPVuKZkal-us/s400/dance.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424998446249447458" border="0" /></a>See my other blog <a href="http://inbetweenart.blogspot.com/">'inbetween art & design'</a> to get where I'm at with this picture....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06869609742491949539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801121843213014466.post-65267292928539636352009-12-02T15:54:00.003+11:002009-12-02T16:00:53.561+11:00Being Grateful to Yourself<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2XVq0fk7URaP00PXfWCNveLduN2KuStcGCKbC2Edu7A-k0PJJy_QEKS6OlOU_-8cO54HdkNHlZEUcIQGTjRu9aOUtmJFKhUL1b8lPNwz7xPOR_z6lHKC3wIdj294sJwqRnOPvaK0PFcY/s1600-h/seaweed+harvest.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2XVq0fk7URaP00PXfWCNveLduN2KuStcGCKbC2Edu7A-k0PJJy_QEKS6OlOU_-8cO54HdkNHlZEUcIQGTjRu9aOUtmJFKhUL1b8lPNwz7xPOR_z6lHKC3wIdj294sJwqRnOPvaK0PFcY/s400/seaweed+harvest.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410498870151881842" border="0" /></a><br />A friend just sent me this, and although in the US Thanksgiving has finished, I think this applies equally to our impending Xmas season with all its accompanying ambiguities and anxieties...enjoy<br /><br />Being Grateful for Yourself<br /><br />Some of you may be celebrating this Thanksgiving with warmth, laughter, hugs, turkey and pumpkin pie. Some of you may feel stranded, like the marble that rolled away from the group, stuck with the dust bunnies in outer space, abandoned under some old furniture. And some of you may feel stranded in broad daylight, surrounded by people, feeling invisible, or worse yet, as visible and broken as a car wreck on the side of the road, strangers gathering to gawk at the shattered glass.<br /><br />For many, the holidays can bring up discomfort. They can be some weird checkpoint in life--where you find yourself comparing your entire life to the fantasies you have in your head of how your cousin, neighbor, or sister-in-law is pulling it off. Let me tell you something, no one is pulling this off. No one is spared challenge or confusion in this life. Everyone, consciously or not, is seeking to find peace, comfort and communion with their own soul.<br /><br />Anyway, I don't know about you, but in holidays past, I've had the feeling of standing in some bad, funky, psychodrama, and feeling as though my head is a big pink balloon floating away from my neck and onto the ceiling. And that's before I touched the alcohol. There are those easy breezy questions people ask, stuffing celery sticks and chips into their mouth. "So what you doing these days?" they ask, and you stand there paralyzed, thinking to yourself, "Well, if I knew what I was doing, do you really think I'd have 200 self-help books, a coach, a therapist, a Vedic astrologer, and a medium?" Sometimes, I find myself itching to answer these questions with, "Could you be more specific? When you say, what are you doing these days, do you mean on the astral planes or do you mean in physical time?" Of course if you're lucky, some celebrity may have died recently and you can pick apart their lives and spare your own.<br /><br />So whatever your holiday experience might be, this Thanksgiving Day, I'm inviting you to my table. It's a table of soul, and it's big. It includes all of us, even those of you around the world, who don't celebrate this tradition. Thanksgiving is about gratitude, and realizing the bounty all around you. If you're reading this newsletter, you're part of my harvest. I am so grateful for you, and everyone around this amazing globe who is walking a new path in the world, consciously exploring what life means to them, and choosing to live with more love and intention than they did before. It's a big table, I tell you, and there's a party going on.<br /><br />Here's what goes on at the table of soul. You suspend self-judgment for a day, and take in everything wonderful about you. You bask in gratitude for your absolutely gorgeous self. It's not easy to be creating a joyful, passionate, and inspired life. And it's even harder to be making choices that lead to an uninspired one. So wherever you find yourself on that spectrum, please take a moment, if not many, to muster up some gratitude for your choices, lessons, and strength this year. Let's face it, it hasn't always been easy living in your own skin and daring to honor your instincts, but you're still trying. And that's everything.<br /><br />Let me tell you, just a tiny bit of why I'm grateful for you.<br /><br />I'm grateful to you for all those times you gave yourself another chance at new life, showed up at a workshop, a network meeting, a party, a blind date, or even another day, when the gray one inside mumbled or hissed, "I don't feel like it." I'm grateful for the times you chose kindness over defensiveness, and the times you couldn't do it, but you wanted to. I'm grateful to you for exploring how to live your dreams, even when you're not sure what they are on some days-- or if you will ever find your own true place in the world. I am grateful to the part of you that knows you have a throne, garden, or a stadium in the world, and knows you are here to make a difference, and that you embody a light like no other-- because you do.<br /><br />I am grateful to you for the dignity it takes to own your values when you live in a culture that advertises the leg room of the interior of an SUV as freedom, and at the same time makes fun of meditation and personal growth.<br /><br />I am grateful to you for not giving up on your dreams even when they seem fragile or bruised, silly, or far-fetched, because everything that has ever changed the nature of the world began with something that was sideways and unpredictable. I am grateful to you for siding with the part of yourself that knows you have love and excellence and still believes, even if you haven't sold your novel yet, or filled your coaching practice, because "the one who believes" is a conscious steward of your gifts, and is connected to the bigger truth which is still emerging.<br /><br />I am most grateful to you, for every time you've put an arm around your own shoulders and said "Hey, it's going to be okay. You have aces in your hand you don't know about. You have another day. You have a loving God that loves you through and through and through, and you have me, and I'm going to try harder than ever before to be on your side more often."<br />I could go on...but you get the idea.<br /><br />Remember to be grateful for other people, too. They are making the best choices they know how, and sometimes they are frightened and covering it up with shopping or alcohol or bragging about their daughter. Use your ex-ray loving eyes, if you can, and look past their clever camouflage and beam some love into their tiny frightened hearts. You don't need them to respond. Just silently invite them to our table, because everybody is welcome here. Pass the peas please. And pass the peace.<br /><br />With my love and blessings,<br /><br /><br /><br />Tama<br /><br />©Copyright 2009 Tama J. Kieves. All rights reserved.<br /><br />Feel free to forward this copy to anyone you think might enjoy it.<br />Please keep the entire message intact, including contact, logo, and copyright information.<br />Thank you.<br />This message is from Tama's monthly email newsletter: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.AwakeningArtistry.com">www.AwakeningArtistry.com </a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06869609742491949539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1801121843213014466.post-86242291434260687332009-11-10T21:11:00.008+11:002009-11-11T09:00:56.133+11:00Desert tree<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2tP8VtR0wgXT30j5FwOmPR2luww3BmwsJuQvCfYyADaVCJPMMfZN3hM5g4qCxrv8n9H2eIXwS2bCODf4Q1lX_i55lkhURk4NNnjI0c_j35Ed40jp4GNxrq4t1L4h-eOXyrQpkP09WUA/s1600-h/desert2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2tP8VtR0wgXT30j5FwOmPR2luww3BmwsJuQvCfYyADaVCJPMMfZN3hM5g4qCxrv8n9H2eIXwS2bCODf4Q1lX_i55lkhURk4NNnjI0c_j35Ed40jp4GNxrq4t1L4h-eOXyrQpkP09WUA/s400/desert2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402597392820983522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrJXQhwZCmxpYZpMfG0r2CT6Xphc0fJ4ZULdUW-lYv2mk0Mot_AhsALw704VGpuvDG-3IYLMKbISpWFZ4J7BjrKOg1ndWlWi8K1oWFNrbpxufqE-QMsxvj74CPF8D67k-RdiPaMjfR58o/s1600-h/desert1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrJXQhwZCmxpYZpMfG0r2CT6Xphc0fJ4ZULdUW-lYv2mk0Mot_AhsALw704VGpuvDG-3IYLMKbISpWFZ4J7BjrKOg1ndWlWi8K1oWFNrbpxufqE-QMsxvj74CPF8D67k-RdiPaMjfR58o/s400/desert1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402597310582440098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBF-jKZ5VKnMuBjv10D4evqupaxj6GElGMGqBZliKJPbod1Ecsa8XtIdzr1HiD9RIphyphenhyphendCVDRusZMm_xgoNGAdJZdFbTMtsvtjnT_BFLegz2OtQ_HXxNJIEVEJ0pTETUwNdzbdVPkATeQ/s1600-h/desert3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBF-jKZ5VKnMuBjv10D4evqupaxj6GElGMGqBZliKJPbod1Ecsa8XtIdzr1HiD9RIphyphenhyphendCVDRusZMm_xgoNGAdJZdFbTMtsvtjnT_BFLegz2OtQ_HXxNJIEVEJ0pTETUwNdzbdVPkATeQ/s400/desert3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402597181876559586" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzkp8xWN5r6X7XUwdUEtvvlbXuRCTuJAkn_mlEfDmRUGlNsPRdnvlHAFWgnlUj0rIuLRRe5qkQvWJSEv2UikINKTnKoGAaahA5MI1JZNt2Irjp3-svJ1EacNMU5gmfCmrHet4WR8Vgue0/s1600-h/ocean.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzkp8xWN5r6X7XUwdUEtvvlbXuRCTuJAkn_mlEfDmRUGlNsPRdnvlHAFWgnlUj0rIuLRRe5qkQvWJSEv2UikINKTnKoGAaahA5MI1JZNt2Irjp3-svJ1EacNMU5gmfCmrHet4WR8Vgue0/s400/ocean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402597031236451698" border="0" /></a><br />I had a most important and transformational healing session today with my acupuncturist. With the needles in me, my inner consciousness went into a desert. There was a river. I released a whole lineage of grief, regret, sadness and pain. As I floated out into the ocean of Oneness, so did generations of my ancestors and children of children get released. I am filled with gratitude. I can feel that energy will flow more easily in my life and those of my family...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06869609742491949539noreply@blogger.com0