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I am direct, incisive and clear
I have come to the end of waiting!
I‘m lovely, I’m loving and I love you
I trust myself, my heart and my will.
The dead owl was a dead owl.
Athena is watching still.
I invite you to be my warrior companion
my playmate, my lover, my friend.
So what if you rage? I don’t have to engage.
You are intelligent, passionate, reflective
and just occasionally
gracious enough to admit being wrong.
torrents of words! your tsunami!
stories, feelings, events, people, possibilities...
you didn’t dig that labyrinth?! I did!!
a creative explorer at the edge of the unexpected
singing with frogs
walking across a creaky footbridges at night
terrified, exhilarated, life bubbling up.
you ask how I am. I say I am great! and I am.
I love teaching. who am I without you? it’s taking time to know.
I’m going to paint. allow room for my soul to soar. sing colours.
you ask about the studio. where are the big speakers? in storage! when shall I pick fat green olives? now !
Lizard DNA! In royal families and political families
Satanism is rife, children are abused and killed so their life forces can be used for deliberate evil
Bill Gates Dr Fauci and the Rothschilds want 90 per cent cent of the worlds population to die and the rest enslaved yo serve them.
To this end Covid 19 was developed in a lab in Wuhan, funded by the US, and spread by infected Chinese citizens to Europe and the America’s whilst being contained in China.
Non vaccines have been developed which will
kill all inoculated people with the next virus because their bodies will welcome rather than fight it
Innocation will be used as a mechanism of social control eg access to certain jobs, travel etc will depend on vaccination certificates
Vaccines be en coded with a secret electronic implant that transmits signals that will be picked up by 5g towers and record your wherabouts
The USA is being ruled by London and March 4 will see Pres Trump inaugation. Rearming citizen militias!
within my own soul
such an undertaking!
Can they even be brought
into the room
be seated at the same table
have a civil conversation
where each can expresss
what is most essential to their nature?
The woman in the blue moon
who holds and listens
speaking her own mind!
What world she say
if she rose from her place by the side
where she has been beside each one
for so long-
what have you to say little mother?
i say the cacophony
is simply the opening
to a greater song.
No! No automatic payments
except for housing
the most basic need.
for those that delight me to see.
No! No advertising with irrelevant images and inticements
I do not need need another swimsuit, washing machine, saucepan or investment opportunity!
I do not want to give on an unconscious schedule
not even for causes I believe in.
I will use zoom
but do not wish to access the room on a recording.
The moment of creation has magic!
To use time and money well
is a loving act.
I pass this way but once.
One half of Merlin’s ancient orchard
has been devastated
one half is healthy with vigorous trees
A broad grassed avenue separates the two areas lest disease spread further.
A team has been called to fell and burn the diseased trees
even to the stumps and roots
Another raises saplings and plants them in the ravaged land.
We want to restore the supply of magic apples to all peoples!
I have been cooking.
Our smaller team has been feeding everyone in Merlin’s orchard.
All the workers feast on enormous apple pies.
They are set on red checkered cloths, on board tables in the avenue.
Amid the feasting Merlin calls me aside and entrusts me with a purple apple.
It is the purple of cyanide
such as might be found in a thousand apple seeds.
Cyanide, I discover, is used by skilled smiths
to allow the pure colour of gold to shine.
I cannot eat this apple! But a single drop of its juice
is medicine enough for an entire life to shine-
beginning with mine.
I cross a cold! braided, glinting river
your three youngest sons
whom I do not know
up up a steeply sloping grey stone wall
to to a broad parapet
the play ground of yet another school.
The eldest boy takes a handful of yellow clay
and chucks it at me. I dodge it!
It lands in the great heap of clay behind the school
that you my friend have had a bull dozer deposit to make the foundations firm.
Here you are in the other world, still in a school.
Here you are in the kitchen, cleaning up after a fair
drying a very large saucepan
and grinning your welcome.
I hear you say
it was nice to meet up again
but haven’t we been here before?
I don’t ask what you mean
I say I have no expectations
I send you pure white light
I see a large purple plum
completely opened in two to show
its firm golden flesh
exposing the stone.
Perhaps this is the philosopher’s stone.
We did not succeed in whatever we thought we were doing
there is a stone.
It can be planted.
I recall that the white plum blossom is the first sign of spring.
So delightful, easy
each picks up the challenge
to lead a discussion.
This week they are reflecting
on how to bring their personal growth goals
into the here and now of the group
They are getting to like and respect each other
There hasn’t been any vigorous disagreement
They tread carefully , sensitively , professionally, thoughtfully
but one indicates she just might be a little devil sometimes
she has horns
She wants us to laugh!
That is something I model..
Yes!! Next week they will bring ice breakers
and facilitate more, share more
This week at least!
Textured ...layered, embroidered
stars and the threads of city lights
nets of light
at each intersection a jewel
that’s you and I !
Lucia, design student
are invited to the home of Anton
whose name means precious ..
It is he who selects
fabrics, fabric of lives woven elsewhere
brought into the now
I can trust him to import the very best
He can trust me to understand his
autistic, artistic very focused son
Lucia and I study life design
My clients and I design new lives
Here and beyond
Once home we relax
and slip on our kimonos
May the guardian of humanity, guide, protect and illumine me. Please fill my heart with courage and with love. You are with me as kind, brown-eyed Anubis. You give me power to cross, to return and to be a guide to others. Filled with your golden light it is possible once more to wear the cloak of Hekate, daughter of the starry one.
I see now this cloak is not black but purple-blue. May this cloak rest upon me lightly! Swirl around me and touch each, just as needed. May laughter and service fill me and my rest be sweet.
I bury this plum
the last one
in a hole
I dug in the damp, sandy earth
with a spadeful of compost just in case!
After all a tree bearing dark purple peaches
once grew from the compost
bringing me bucketsful of fruit for years.
I thought I might buy a Purple Emperor plum tree
to plant in this same place
between my neighbour and myself
I imagined its white blossom in spring
but they are not yet ready
so I am burying this last, sweet fleshed plum
as an act of faith
in what is to come
My neighbour gave
me purple potatoes just
beginning to sprout.
He thought I might put them in a trench
and grow them.
I did, I will.
The rest were still firm and made
a potato salad
with olive oil, lemon, pepper and salt.
lettuce from the community garden
just five minutes
to wash and eat
purslane, climbing spinach, rocket, parsley,
a little mint
and thirty, tiny nutty olives
too tiny for guests
for watching a peachy sunset
through the palm trees
with a glass of good shiraz.
Who needs to go shopping
with such simple pleasures?
dream dream dream
you are dreaming your life away
its only a dream
solve problems with dreams
wisdom in dreams
big dreams, life myth
dreaming your soul back home
listening to the soul that we are ensouled by
everything is nature
we are being dreamed
the big dream is stalking you
my garden speaks to me
please plant me here!
I have planted myself here
sheltered by a weeping peppermint
and an unexpected pohutukawa
welcomed by geraldton wax and a deep red rose
and a green meadow in spring
I have planted an olive and a fig.
Up to two and a half
who is certainly
is awakening from a dream
of divine union
and beginning to separate
beginning to explore
her or his embodied
Comfort ah! Discomfort ehhh!
Separation no! Waaahhh Then OK
since you are energetically close.
Singing soothing, rocking bliss
Milk mmm or yuk
A poo, pleasure
a hand restrained, displeasure.
Lots of flexing rolling pressing soon crawling
soon standing crowing with delight!
What mastery is achieved
At two he says That is Mine!
At two and a half she says I will tie my own shoes!
From conception to birth
the incarnating soul
works on the neurology of the baby.
Is there is a good fit between the inherited body
and the soul’s spiritual intent?
At this stage
before the great forgetting
the soul knows what it’s about!
Sometimes the parents know it too.
Haven’t you ever had the impression
that a new born baby is a sage
and less than impressed
with it’s new experiences of earth
the astral nightmare it just lived through?
Oh my precious little one
Mama Papa Nana Mama Grandpa Papa Mama
are welcoming you back to earth.
Hillman founded Archetypal Psychology
He was an American
who took Jungian ideas back home
to a land
where spirits of the land
and of indigenous peoples who love the land
brought a shamanic layer of practice
to the Eurocentric traditions of the schools.
may have said Archetypal patterns exist across all cultures
The only thing is they exist
in very particular ways
coloured by the cultures and traditions
of very particular places!
And, in cultures where individuality
is not of first concern
does growth circle around the SELF?
Is Christ’s Love, His work the same
let alone the Name?
So I have been thinking
about the Jungian idea
that personal growth
he calls it Individuation
around a core archetype
(that is a universal patterning power)
he calls the SELF
not to be confused with the little self or ego
that governs our everyday personality
and little hopes and fears .
In Psychology and Alchemy
Jung identifies this
archetype of SELF
with Christos, the Christ
which for the son of a Swiss pastor
living in the heart of Europe
is a natural culmination
of a Mythos
central to that land
but does this path of individuation
hold for Muslim, Shaman, Buddhist, Hindu, Jew?
A vertical axis of nine dimensions
reaches from the core of Earth
to the Galactic Centre, so she said.
A horizontal axis reaches
across lives and cultures-
We can gather our gifts
our own and those of ancestors
across this line.
We also carry trauma
resistances and fears
along this horizontal line.
It doesn’t matter really
if it’s yours or mine
releasing suffering and fear
allows us ALL to shine.
We vibrate a little faster
that vertical line
Now all 12 strands of DNA
radiate and shine
into NOW and so
We are Divine
A vertical line with nine dimensions
has been our birthright
for a hundred and twenty thousand years
so Judith Carvin Blackburn says
quoting Barbara Hand Clow
who got it from the Pleiadians.
You can look it up on google.
The line goes from earths iron and crystal core
That’s level one
To the Galactic Centre
Thats Level nine
Humanity, she says is vibrating at level three
the 3D physical world
while some who know they are pure energy
vibrate at level four
or somewhat in between
moving between linear time
and the pure light
of level five
My young friend
believes he will live to see WW three.
For this reason he wishes to marry
a woman from another country
two passports, choices
should his family wish to flee.
He has experienced civil war.
His family has a small farm, food, enough to live
He despairs of politicians. He’s quick to anger, but kind.
He loves his country, his culture, heritage;
he wishes to teach it, yet he does not believe
His ethnic group were victors, yet
he is not secure
Perhaps, he will leave.
He seeks a sensible alliance.
It does not occur to him to grieve.
The house is basically sound.
A place to live, converse, relax
to cook, to meditate, to love.
There is sunshine, rain, a broad verandah
a garden, herbs, flowers and fruit trees
a workshop and beyond, the vista of a lawn that
sweeps to ancient sheltering trees.
We unpack. We notice yes, we may change that faded wall-paper
or perhaps we won’t.
There is something comforting about it’s age.
We may be more occupied with insulation
and the safety of the chimney!
But in general we’re delighted
Only the bathroom is more sumptuous
than we could have possibly imagined.
A naked man is sleeping peacefully
in a wicker chair
in a sunny garden
just across a lawn
from my lovely bathroom-
the one with the oval marble bath
and plantation doors that open
across this same lawn.
The lawn has mature trees on my right
that shelter us
and gardens to the left
where my kitchen lies between us.
This man is middle aged or older,
bald, tanned and quite comfortably naked.
Have I stepped into another life
in entering this last room in my new home?
I close the door.
We will come back later I say.
Three curves like rainbows
arc above us as
toddler youth and young adult
as adult in middle years
and then as older ones
The guardian til
the child says I am
I want, I will
is the mother
(whoever he or she may be)
Inspired, she guards the child’s safety
until there is a separate identity
Slowly the child grows into the world
becomes a young adult
making choices about love and work
Between the middle arcs the task
is to become a fully functioning personality
The guardian here makes sure archetypes
are experienced as projections
which may gradually be owned again
The guardian at the outer edge
takes us into realms beyond and safely back
Here archetypes are revealed
as our companions
and creative powers amongst us
The plum tree/ is blossoming at night:/ two ravens/ thought and memory/ perch in its upper branches./ Slowly dawn comes/ silver and white with a little peach/ under the rim of cloud./ See with the eyes of an artist, they suggest/ as they fly off/ to find an early breakfast./ The suggestion is repeated rather raucously/ at closer quarters. They regard me/ coolly, as they strut on my damp lawn./ The words repeat in my mind/ as they look out now/ from the pine trees/ as they decorate my car/ with guano/ that I'll have to wipe off, yet again.
Once I soared
on vast wings, eight spans across
bright as a tropical parrot
from mountain to sea
though my home was in the mountains of Japan.
There our chicks became fledglings;
my mate and I saw them learn to fly
into the rising sun.
But what gods
and mythic creatures, such as I
do for humans
is not without cost.
For you Nikubu
I called the mountain fire
and it came to me
lighting my wings, burning my breast
so that I am now quite black.
Lava did not destroy your habitation.
It was necessary that you survived.
I plunged into the deepest river I could find
Otters brought me fish, their great eyes
filled with compassion
but I sought a deep muddy cave
behind a fringe of weeds
until an eel told me
it is time to rise:
You are a creature of the skies.
What mythic creatures do for humans
is done for love
it is now
for you to rise.
grey today soft grey
in a place so far away
and yet so close
I trust myself
this space of quiet calm
gone is the sense
i have so much to do
my breathing is quiet
all will be done as needed
in good time
for all time is good
and can be entered
All time is now
except when it’s GO.
I shall go
about what the day calls me to do
greeting you and you
grateful for all
my day sweet
my night sweet
and softly grey.
Minos asked Poseidon to make him king
the god sent a pure white bull
Minos coveting the bull added him to his herds
and substituted another for sacrifice.
The great god of wild lands and wild seas
was not appeased
He was so displeased
he caused Minos wife Phasephae
be seized with passion for the beautiful bull.
She mated with him and bore the Mino-taur
a hybrid being, bull and man
nursed by his mother
but when grown
the consumer of Athenian youths and maids
our instinctual life
even when the pure white of moon light
must be offered back
lest, imprisoned, it devour us
Zeus son of Chronos and Rhea
ruler of Olympus and our affairs
took the form of a pure White Bull
to abduct Europa.
He took Europa,
the wide eyed, to Crete.
The eldest of their children was Minos
who became the first King of Crete
with the help of Poseidon, brother to Zeus
ruler of wild lands and seas.
Poseidon sent Minos a magnificent White Bull
which he could not bear to sacrifice.
Poseidon caused Minos’ wife Pasiphae
the immortal daughter of the sun god Helios
to fall in love with the White Bull.
How deep the attraction of the magic moon.
Crafting a wooden cow ?
Why does Pasiphae
disguise her passion for
the magnificent White Bull?
Is this the birth of sexual shame?
Her husband’s mother Europa
willingly climbs upon the back of a magnificent White Bull
Zeus in disguise
who swims with her to Crete
not Asia and not Greece.
Is there shame at the desire
for husband’s father
something in the male line
that is masculine in strength,
like her own radiant father Helios,
but as its great horns show
is capable of calling down the moon?
Surely the Bull is not deceived!
the Minotaur is born.
I’ve drunk my coffee
I really can’t delay
I’d rather dream some more
but have to start my day
I’ve written for an hour or so
I’ve bathed and washed my hair
The breeze is playing all around
and thoughts are darting here and there
Birds have been twittering since dawn
A raven jumps onto the table. It caws.
The cars rush on the highway now
and waves crash on the shore.
I’m delaying a major task I know
It has to be done today
I gather all my focus
The time is always now
Except when it is GO!
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