Inwards or Outwards

The rhythm of switching between our thought going inward or outward makes the choice to change directions, difficult to make. We can only do one or the other at the same time. The pressure that has had society driving us inward is now forcing change for us. To me, this is the cycle between these two opposites, as one leads to the other eventually, like the yin turns into yang. I am certain that I have just gone full circle from inwards to now seeking the outward journey.

The schools, our homes, our offices, our malls; is a seeming addiction to the architecture of the square that has us all trapped in our mind to believe in box thinking and living. Multi-dimensional square thinking from square living with logic and reason being our own guiding thinking to justify such behaviour.

In this inward journey, we have learnt the art of keeping a journal, writing a blog; if we wish to leave some kind of legacy of being. What we write about in a generalized way, is a make believe world of illusion and fantasy. We even get to eat our choice of flavoured buttered popcorn while sitting in our own favourite box office seat at home. In this seat, we are fed a luxurious empty diet of made to taste food, while we sell out on the little boy's dream of adventure, in order to play life through a set game that is interactive with capitalism.

Trapped in a prison in our own minds, we perhaps have come to inherit this by the inevitable of ending up in a prison if conformity is not followed. So we play the game by the rules, and stay in one box of thinking to play our various games. We have all kinds of rules to follow and sports, with rules for every game, and we get addicted to a routine and running by a clock. Yes, we have out dream and image too. The ancestral connections within us all, seem to be kicking in, with end result of a tribal voice that can emerge. A dance towards the deepest inner realizations from going deeply within. From cross checking everything, and creating double the defence mechanisms, no-one goes into that inner world of our hallowed minds. Micro sorcery to the max, and enjoying it! We get to know ourselves to be gods of our own domain. Our own limits is our own imagination perhaps is the only thing that limits the dream. Everyone has or is happy with certain aspects of the self, for we tell ourselves that we are so. Surrounding ourselves with the people who agree with us, gets the support we all seek with our supporters and friends.

Our work, our individual specialized language of our chosen fields, our homes, mobile phones, net, mobility and diversity of intellectually protected rights to our own inherit part of ownership of the system. We have target marketed ourselves to create the "who that we want to be". We made the current flavour of the millennium of going inwards, with the image of the successful person in an outward world. Playing the game of life has its rewards of the bigger boy with his bigger toys!

Sooner or later, we must justify to ourselves the reason why we must conform to the world and its laws, as our very own reason for existence. There is nothing real in any of it, only the value we have placed on it. The rest of it is societies make believe story allowed to be imposed on us in order to play the game of living in a false world. The inner world of our imagination collectively gone wild, keeping the mind full of trivia, we have forgotten who it is we are.

We are gods manifest, and we give all our power away. We each have cellular memory, DNA memories, and even ancestral memories. We have probed that deeply within, that our inner god has begun to awaken. Unfortunately, it looks for what is real in an imaginary world made through our own micro sorcery. Personally, methinks the whole thing is sorcery done by ourselves to ourselves. Being a participant in our own play has meant some modifications to the script. By ourselves playing the parts.

The realization to go outwards began for me when I pulled apart the matrix of the games we all play. Playing the full gamut of life and tasting it all; has shown me myself.b I began to experiment with healing and travelled from traditional to alternative to shamanic, to indigenous. Yes, I even experimented with entheogens, religion and philosophy, and mysticism. I put together my own dreams then dis-assembled them many times. All my dreams in this life, were realized as I danced them out.

The relationship with country never left me since I was born. It always was my first love, even before my own mother in my mind taking refuge in nature, not my mothers arms. My first memories were of Mother Nature and my first love was of her. I always loved to explore the country I lived in, along with walking it. My anger and pain came from becoming separated from 'my early farm' when very young, and never being able to find that 'energy' again when we moved away.

I never stopped exploring country wherever I ended up living; either in Australia, New Zealand, or Canada. I tried to go bush in all of these countries when I could. I introduced some fun elements of exploring with my own children, whether hills in Kamloops, skiing, or exploring mountain streams in the Kananaskis Mountain range of the Rockies. I did try and align them to have their own relationship to Mother Earth.

Once the connection with aborigines in Australia was made just over a decade ago now, my whole world perspective began to change. After 29 years spent in Canada, I returned to Australia with eyes wide open. A new education bargain on the back of having to deal personally with the consequences that these people have had to bear due to ancestors coming to know them and then stealing their land after fragmenting their families in every which way, from genocide to stolen kids taken elsewhere to live. Horrible consequences beyond the pale of this writing. That my relationship withstood the ravages of grog talk, is amazing as I look back over the last decade.

As I have lived and become more and more a part of the goori family in the Bunjalung, it has begun to dawn just how interconnected country is with culture. As the country has come to know me where I now reside, she has begun to teach me, and talk to me in her own way, giving me thoughts as I walk the land with a 'conscious Mother'. I know it is "She" and that She is gradually opening the door for my outward journey to go further. She has begun to show me what is truly real for me in learning to be grounded into the conscious country and to listen real carefully to her voice. She is showing me how blended culture is with country with the goori's who think and talk for her, and intimately know her flows of energy.

When I am exploring like a big boy, the country in the last month, it was in an aware and awake way. I knew the thoughts that formed in my mind were from the country, for I allowed them to come in my mind, and to flow through me as if my own. Country speaking through the flow of my own thoughts coming from just walking the country. It was neat for me to realize that country did not need an interpreter or translator, and that she could teach as directly as "She" did. I made the realization that just from walking country, that was as conscious as myself, and that hard wired communication could be had.

Much of my realizations in the bush come from my questioning my own outward journey compared to the journey had from going within. It is only through my own wrestling with my own inner alignment back to the reality of country herself. With the culture and folk lore the stories bring, for this part of the world, a whole new perspective on my own country is gradually coming forward.

I am writing the outward journey compared to the inner one that I am used to, to being a circle over a square. The circle of learning what exists around me in the bush or from the horizon to horizon reality of country showing herself to me, compared to the boxed thinking that I am used to from societal conditioning. It is learning from a circle over a square outer reality, and seeing the mirror of the outer reflecting my own inner world. It is the identifying my own misalignment's, with the reality of what I have been finding out in country 'herself'/ With the culture and folk lore the stories bring, for this part of the world, a whole new perspective on my own country, is gradually coming forward.

I am writing the outward journey compared to the inner one that I am used to, to being a circle over a square. The circle of learning what exists around me in the bush, or from the horizon to horizon reality of country showing herself to me compared to the boxed thinking that I am used to, from societal conditioning. It is learning from a circle over a square, and seeing the mirror of the outer reflecting in my own inner world. It is the identifying my own misalignment's, with the reality of what I am finding in country. It is learning to put things back into a flow of natural energy coming from nature herself, over the artificial world of laws that take away from such natural flow.

The flow goes from inner to outer and from outer to inner, and the comparisons between the two in a self reflecting way. It is learning to be gods of our own domain admittedly from being in diapers or nappies, the right way. In relationship with country herself so that our own DNA can re-align to the natural flow of energy from the outer world of nature. By walking it, and allowing such healing to occur, I open myself to the truth of the Oneness of everything so that true magic is allowed to be seeded into my very soul. It is thereby an opening to new perspectives and possibilities of what can be found in a very real way of what is, and always 'will be'.

I get to see the inner and the outer, and how well the alignment has been adjusted. It is taking the fixed view for a more fluid one, so that by giving myself permission to be flexible, allowing country to be the same to me. Allowing fixed nature of things to become fluid again. Allowing my own choice to reflect the best of myself over the worst. It is allowing myself to move beyond my own judgements and controls to move to a higher level beyond our own dualities. As we learn this collectively, our 'god' like consciousness becomes activated for tribal voice and tribal mind to begin to reappear through universal imagery reflected both to our inner world from a true outer reality. It then changes the square thinking to a flowing circle. That is the message to me for the moment in my New Dreamtime world I have now begun.

~Spiritwind~

Bye, Pop Monaghan

He came to the house just wishing to have a drink, and sleep. Every member of the family tried to talk to him, but he became incoherent, and everyone thought it just the drink. Lewis told him to lie down and have a rest, which he made him comfortable to do, as he always does. Next day, he did not look good to me, and I wondered how he had fared with the mosquitoes outside through the night. After a days sleep, he was attempted to be roused from sleep, but no-one could rouse him, so an ambulance was called. After many tests, he was admitted to the intensive care unit.

During this phase, Lewis and I were in the garage where he had slept, and a King Parrot (green wings, and red breast) came and sat on the clothes line. When Lewis held up his hand towards the parrot, the parrot (female) flew around his hand, into the shed, and onto a clothes line that was above where pop had laid. Here the bird eye'd the garage, and after half a minute, flew out the same way it had come in.

Lewis recognized the parrot as the totem of Grandmother, and told his wife to go to the hospital immediately, as it was a call from the Dreamtime. During that period, Pop died in hospital, never regaining consciousness. I had been present for the whole thing, including the visit by the Parrot. At the time when pop was just lying there, I did have the feeling that everything had gone pretty fluid in my being and perception, and I balanced out inside of myself at the time, but noted the feeling of fluidity present. That came back to me in hindsight, along with the putting together in my mind around the parrot, and a goori telling me that totems generally came to take people 'home' to the Dreamtime. I witnessed it all, though before he died, had spoken privately to Lewis wife, telling her that perhaps I could bring her dad back, but would he really want that(?) The request never went beyond the suggestion, but these are the accurate facts surrounding the gentle death of a fine warrior and loving husband, and father to a lot of people who truly loved him. No doubt he will be missed, as we only have one father in life, and this he was to children and grandchildren who were proud of him, and he of them.

Having slept in pop's family home, and my being part of the family for the year, has given me insight into the love that flows in the family, and the willingness of pop and his wife to always be there for the grandchildren to come and stay whenever they wished. As we come up to the funeral, I am sure that everyone will agree, that his life had the flow of love always around, and that he will be loved into the Dreamtime, and the forever. Farewell pop, know that you were loved, and were love. I am sure the Bunjalung will turn out for the funeral, and expect to see the largest tribute.

Since his passing, much cleansing has taken place with good rain falls, and thunderstorms throughout the Bunjalung. No doubt he has peered into this theatre already viewing the end of his welcomed life here. Farewell pop...........

Myban

The Very First Walk Back To Eden

A world historic walk back to the original Garden of Eden, is planned through the Bunjalung Jugan Week to be held in the middle of June, 2008. Bunjalung Walker will lead those answering the invitation to the world, at that time. Walker is in the unique position to have been invited to join us from the Dreamtime during our lifetime, in order that this happens for the very first time in recorded history, since the myth of man having being shut out of such a garden back in the beginning. In many traditions and beliefs, that place might be called, heaven, paradise, the Dreamtime, the Kingdom, yet perhaps they are all one and the same. Maybe we might best describe it as our spiritual side with opened spiritual eyes in a physical place that can take us back to the spiritual beginning.

What we might find there, is any dead ancestors or favourite dead animals that we might wish to reconnect with. Or we might have more interest in the original tree of life(?) or a plant person intent on bringing new seed back, from a plant that has already disappeared off the earth plane and become extinct. Or we might wish to know the stories of how the energy is in certain places on the earth, and the ancestor stories from the Dreamtime that actually made it so. Each person might have different expectations and questions, and to each, different manifestations may take place. (As I believe that the original tree of life was Cannabis, and having some of the top cannabis scientists as personal friends, I can see the value of such a plant, and would love to bring back some original seed for cataloguing and re-seeding as heritage seed.) Others beside me, might be more involved in the anthropology of how certain plants became known to do various things.

If some of the countries politicians came on the walk, what difference would it make? I think that the change will be that dramatic, that the area would be seen as sacred; with the gates to heavens door, being well and truly taken care of, way beyond anything done before. Here we have a race (Australian Aborigines) who say that they go back to before time began, where the world questions this to possible migration patterns they may have taken from south east asia. I do not know why we simply cannot take their word for it, for we have no other race to disprove their position on this. This walk certainly would prove the truth of the matter. I am sure some answers to questions will go a long way, for not only do I think we can go back, but I also think that we can go forward to see what reactions in our world, our actions will make. We will be able to see the folly of our ways, and what it will take to heal the planet as we now know it. No need for scientific studies, once the walk of walks has been done.

Say you come along on this invited walk; what kind of questions would you like to have answered? If you could come, then the planning would need to begin now, for the trip is planned in the middle of June, in Bunjalung Country in the northern rivers district of NSW, here in Australia. The country begins about 500 miles north of Sydney, and is actually a part of Brisbane, or the south bank of the Logan River, and south, which takes in the Gold Coast of Queensland. The cost that will be levied, is $50 for those living in Bunjalung and $500 for those outside of its borders. That will include the festivities of Bunjalung Week, one bush tucker meal a day, and the walk of walks into the mystical mountain that only Bunjalung Walker can lead us on. A whole week of celebrations that is a giant Welcome to Country! I will be there, and expect it to be one of the highlight of my life, and perhaps the reason for being here at this time. Come and join me, and let’s dance and have some fun together! There will be plenty of love to go around in every way, and will begin a new love wave that is the logical conclusion to the love movement of the sixties. Of course it is hard to imagine, but if our thought is given in a visionary way beyond what is seen, maybe our mind’s eye can imagine it. That just takes practice in dreaming. I am sure such lessons will be enhanced during the Dreaming Walkabouts.

This could well be the mythical 144,000 making their ascension, into heaven, but according to Bunjalung Walker, in his country there are rock paintings that predict the awakening of Australians after the Blood Red Moon. He is determined to fulfil this prophecy according to his people. A journey to Shamballa? Maybe some will view this as such, yet to me, it simply will be the fulfilment of my soul’s desire to become one with all there is. I urge the reader to examine your own heart, and see if it is ready enough to come and join us on this walk. Are you ready for such a dream of your own to come true? Maybe it may be why Australia dodges the cataclysmic changes predicted my Gordon Scallion due to awakening to the Sacred aspects of life. Why leave it just to Australians to enjoy, when the invitation is for the world to come along too?

Bunjalung Walker doesn’t look at your religious beliefs or doctrines. He is colour blind, as well as tolerant of any religious beliefs, no matter what that might be. His spiritual journey is based on country, and not something from a book. Culture here, reflects the country, and the unconditional love that flows through what little of paradise still remains here. The animals and birds are found to be much friendlier here, than elsewhere, with many parrots prepared to eat out of a persons hand, in Bunjalung country. It is clear to see, that there still is original connections back to the very beginning, that have been fostered in the culture to last till the end.

This will be a great 40th anniversary celebration (of the sixties hippies) of that time, to take that to a new level, and finally have the opportunity of going to the other side of the rainbow. Plan on joining us here, for a week of high spiritual and sacred adventure, that will change the world’s focus and soul, forever! I certainly hope so, and by going on such a journey, short circuit other social policies that are mere bandages for a sick world. A new beginning, and a New Dreamtime is the thought for the day, and is up to us to fulfil.

~Spiritwind~

Musings on the Run

Apart from my humdrum existence that is the same as everyone else’s, where I battle my own demons, and need to be careful not to feed my emotional volcano, I wonder sometimes whether there is a place for dreaming. This part is always idealistic, and to some people, perhaps even disillusioned, but have proved to myself that if a dream is held firmly enough, then at least it manifests in some form, even if the whole dream goes sideways in the process. So it is always a learning experience for me, and to allow myself to be fully human, warts and all. To forgive the parts of myself I judge, and to see above the mundane for the lessons, is always challenging, so as to avoid the whacks in the side of the head that too often come along. I feel as though I am getting too old for those, but realize that if someone chooses to dance with Spirit, then it is like dancing on a knife edge, so crucial some decisions become one way or the other.

We are living in a time where the sacred is already peaking through the clouds of our reality in the sacred geometry that is there for the aware to see. I watched in awe with the Bunjulung warrior, Lewis, as the clouds formed images before our eyes, in the night sky. I am sure the Dreamtime was having a direct conversation with his mind at some level, and was glad to be present with him for this awesome display in the heavens. I am also grateful that some of the things done with Lewis, were happy and joyous times, with little clouds in my consciousness other than my own doubts and fears. It is time to begin the deconstruction of my reality, as what has manifest to me, is two places to live; one deep in the bush, and one that is half in the bush. Both of these places I now see as being half-way houses to my dream of learning bush survival skills with Lewis, and perhaps the launching pad into such a domain, and from there to the spirit of the country to manifest, opening up the Dreamtime and other dimensions.

It has taken time and hardship for me to get there, with a final whack in the side of the head for my procrastination to get on with the job, so I know that I now must plough forward into the unknown with full trust in the dance with Spirit, and with Love itself. It will be good to be in the bush without a TV or media to cloud my mind to what is, and for me to put my truth into the context of country itself, where Lewis will be able to guide me the best way from the thousands of years of learning from the ancestors. I am sure he lives through some of their eyes, so powerful is his knowledge and wisdom for a young man. Getting into the meat of the dream, stops me from getting too critical and caught up with petty tyrants of my own making. This set of circumstances gets me away from my patterning, and conditioning, environment, and beliefs. Allows time for a pleasant deconstruction of what is real in my own mind, to allow the flow of what is new to slowly emerge. It is time for me to allow it all to flow in Spirit, and for Spirit to begin to make known its own country above our own.

My Nexus for the beginning of this phase, has just passed, and was quite the kick for me, and perhaps somewhat not welcomed, nor wanted, though the signs were there for me to see. I chose not to see it, and to try and carry on with my normal life stuck away in my “cave” that I had placed myself for a few years. Progress was always made, but perhaps not as swiftly as I could have moved. Spirit has sure booted me into gear, telling me it is time for the actions described above. The beginning of change is on me, and it is exciting, with full adventure and fun staring me full in the face! I am far more confident of dancing with Spirit in an aware and awake way, than sitting still waiting for the nudge from it that it is time to dance. From no dance to full dance, just because “it” said that now is the time. For me, the dance now is with no fear, only the flow of unconditional love spiralling to new heights of wonder and happiness. It is nice to have the ultimate dream manifesting before me, being glad to be alive for the stupendous changes facing us all. Allowing the images to register, and to interpret them rightly, is perhaps the challenge my mind faces. Perhaps I will only work those out from deconstructing the past, and learning what the new brings in its messages. Or just maybe it will be new dimensions to the old, and maybe both old and new merging. Whatever the outcome, it certainly will not be a jaded been there before routine, but one that will “blow” my mind, of that I am certain!

Learning respect and appreciation for everything around us, seems to be the lesson facing me right now, including the teaching others not to step on my toes, if they do not want me to forcibly remove them off my space. I do not wish to judge myself for doing something too harshly or rashly, as most things have been measured beforehand, and the consequences fully known from any action on anyone’s side. Seeing the inner workings of what caused action/reaction, without finger pointing, is always the challenge to an aware person, without need of deepening any crisis point faced. This nexus I just went through, was disturbing to me, and all those around me, radiating out even into my community, yet still small potatoes in comparison to what happens in the street each day. Enough to say that the Spirit is now moving when it comes to myself, and that results from the flow will be seen as the dream begins to unfold as it should. There appears to be higher consciousness at work, and me at my most human and un-knowing way, trying to make sense of it all.

It is welcome to Spirit time, and hold the judgements!

With fresh and renewed love,
~Spiritwind~

Walkabout with an aborigine chieftain

Last week, I left my volunteer work to find Lewis Walker, the Bunjulung Spiritual Guardian in town. The next day had aborigines pouring into my village when they heard that Lewis was present, from the top of their country, to the furthest reaches. Lewis stayed at my place as my invited guest, and the next day, we took off for his place in Grafton. Being a bounty of knowledge, one only asks so much before becoming overwhelmed with the abundance of information that Lewis possesses. Before he was born, there were sacred ceremonies held on him as a growing baby in his mothers womb, and once born, he was painted with a special sacred plant of the aborigines which was not allowed to be washed off f0r a period of three months. Following this, he was laid and placed with ants. They never entered his mouth, eyes, or ears, and one can only conjecture, left to one's imagination!

So Lewis grew up in the bush, learning many aborigine languages, with him finally being exposed to english in his early teen years. I thought that this was pretty good for a guy who is just 37-39 age group, to be grown up in the bush. He took me back to his grandma's land where he grew up, and I soon realized that Lewis had grown up between dimensions around things we know nothing about. Like CS Lewis books, the Narnia series where someone walked through a wardrobe to another dimension, spending years there, yet none on this dimension, Lewis also has done that in his "second world" that only certain aborigines seem priviledged to know about. Lewis told me that he went into the bush for 2 hours, yet on another dimension, he was gone for 9 years. That is like going into the bush, and coming back knowing everything in a 2 hour period. I doubt that this can be beaten anywhere on the planet, let alone find something similar!

So when we went last week into the bush, we went to do turtle hunting. Having been a lifetime vegetarian, I approached the whole thing with trepidation, as I was not a willing subject. First, the river had big stones as its foundation, and I struggled just to move, let alone try to work out which was a boulder, and which one was a turtle. Lewis told me to lay into the river, and move forward like a crocodile, which I was able to do in a much less stressed way. Finally, when Lewis had caught half a dozen turtles, we went to the bank of the river, and lit a fire. On the way, Lewis had me hold a turtle, still alive; to connect with its spirit before it lost its life. I gave permission for the critter to piggyback my own consciousness, and treated it with love and compassion, knowing its end was nigh.

After preparing the turtle, and washing of intestines, Lewis cooked it all on the fire, and gave me most of the animal to eat. I found the meat to be not that unpalatable for a vegetarian, though will not be seeking to eat turtle again, anytime soon. Immediately following this, I felt an energy shift that enabled me to experience the turtle totem and dreamtime. I felt stronger, and my neck felt like a turtle's neck. Having never had this meat (or a meal of any meat before) I was sensitive enough to know the difference it caused in my system, and the feelings resulting from the experience. As it was a sacred experience, I did not have a problem eating this sacrificed morsel and thank the turtle for the experience it has given me.

What next? Maybe goanna, or kangaroo, but I do not know, and that is completely up to the Bunjulung Custodian who gave me permission and guidance to do by his side, what few get to experience in their lives, here in Australia. Of course, I look forward to learning more about plants than animals, but understand their need to hunt for meat living in the bush. For the mere fact that Lewis had done that for one third of his life, is a demonstration that this is still happening in spite of western civilization, here in Australia. Lewis pointed out to me, where I could find tribes living in the mountains. That, I keep close to my heart, and do not think it knowledge to be shared, for fear of their lives being interfered with. Of course I look forward to going deeper into the bush, and maybe another dimension into the Dreamtime itself. Time will tell, and the close walk that I get to share with Lewis.

Bunjulung Jugan was the first land in the world, and the first aborigines were Bunjulung. Going further, all aborigine law was an outgrowth of the Bunjulng way, and its way is the way of Love, for thousands of years since creation. They can tell me the very nature of creation and its infrustructure in a very advanced way, for time is not as we think it to be. They have had the very best scientists in the world, along with top sorcerers and clever men, still alive and well to this very day. All that I can say, is that the land itself exudes love and a grand feeling for sharing in its bounty. I look forward to more excursions soon..................

~Spiritwind~

Pacing Myself

In the day to day world where I must make each step with a goal in mind, multi-tasking becomes a way of life, where many things are begin in each moment. By doing several things at once, there is new life given to ideas that have a chance to come to fruition beyond just daydreaming about them. I have spoken about a local dream for my own community where I live, that is gradually taking shape. The infrastructure is in place, and after one month of new management, looks like we have what it takes to make a go of things in our local community and area. The focus is back on us as individuals for homework, and immediate development, over thinking in global terms. Back to the village, and local tribe type situation is called for, as the global system shows more and more, the cracks that will be its demise.

To that end, our community technology centre (CTC) has a Local Energy Trading System (LETS) that has been going for a dozen years, and is seeking to get a new lease on life as trading based on money begins to look sick in this credit crunch time. The CTC is also functioning as a local cottage industry incubator, that is not focussed on any big dreams of making anyone into a millionaire, but functioning more in the way of putting peoples gifts and talents on display in a business kind of way, for trading in whatever way they choose. While things for the greedy are beginning to look grim, to those on the ground focussed on where the rubber meets the ground, it still has health for the visions being applied towards health on many levels, both individually, the earth, and the future.

While it is true that our virtual world is very real, it is also true that it sometimes is not very grounded in the reality of present moments in a functioning world. However, having said that, it must also be remarked that this virtual world does indeed train us up to begin to visualize and create visions and dreams that have long been forgotten in the modern world. We have gotten used to others doing things for us, to the detriment of learning to do things for ourselves, so that there are many around who are quite target marketed, but not many who are good wearing any and every hat that has come their way. That seems to be in a lost few, due to the target marketing of our day and age, where each person has sought to find their way. Wearing different hats is something that a virtual world allows us to try on for size, and where our strengths, gifts, and ideas like to go. The net in this regard, is a godsend, as it is awakening people faster than anything the past has offered, due to lack of real contact with others on a similar path. Those problems are now gone, and our world is one where time is already diverging into a Multi-verse of visions and actions.

That is no different to what we find each day in say, my world of the CTC, with a visitor beside me while I write this, who is writing his email in Japanese, while in our other room, developmental ideas continue to progress. Much happens that makes the world go round in our moments, and how well we can multi-task, determines how well any dream begins to come true. They all can come true, first in our minds, then in the real world, through a step by step process everyone has to go through. If done with love, it is still a great place to do our homework in our lives, and a great place to have fun, smell some roses along the way, and aid others in the processs of living!

We do make that difference, if done in love............

~Spiritwind~

Repeating the warm memories

Childhood produced an adventure a day, with enough repetition to make putting it all together, more or less a continual game that continued into adulthood. Facing constant change lessened anxiety and fear for what the morrow brought, and instead, a colourful daydreaming emerged that even teachers sometimes had trouble breaking me out of. There was enough difference in the adventures however, to always keep life interesting, and what became to rote and boring, simply was avoided and not played with for very long at all. A certain arrogance emerged from such a setting, for I thought that I need not put up with anything much that I did not wish to feed into, and was my way of avoidance for what life was bringing to my door.

Instead, life had to give my lessons on the run, over learning them from the same environment or bunch of people seen day after day. The only ones I saw a lot of, was my own family, which was tenuous at the best of times due to the different stresses on our family that was present, to the ones growing up in one location all of the time. By age seventeen, I had left home, as had my older brother, and my younger brother followed a year later when he had just turned fifteen. If there was any return for any of us, it was only for a short term beyond this, though mum and dad always tried to make us feel at home, no matter where in the world they chose to move to and live. Dad had begun his nomadic life early, for he had emigrated to Australia when just four, and it took him till his young man years before he made it back to England working on a cargo ship, to get back to close to where he was living as a child.

After his voice training and time spent with the RAF, he somehow acquired the desire to travel on the back of his dynamic operatic tenor voice. I never paid that much attention when young, to when dad was in his prime for his voice, and when I was twelve years old, he had already moved beyond those prime years, when I began to accompany him for a decade. We were a good team, and I loved to just sit and play new songs all of the time, picking the ones I knew he would like, and getting accolades if indeed he did choose the ones I liked. Over time, however, I gained my own appreciation for my own kinds of sounds that were different to what dad sang, and more suited to the instruments I was playing at the time. I spent years on the piano, then over many years, got to experience most of the electric organs that the different churches were buying. Growing with technology was challenging, though I did manage to keep up with the latest and best of the electronic organs of my day. I loved to play them to their limits, and if it made the whole place shake, then the better I liked it. I liked lots of bass, and liked to have every finger of my hands playing a note, multiplied through the organ, made for grand listening and playing.

Between dad and I, we had a library full of music, though as I began to move more myself, as I reached my own adult years, I began to note that it became too hard to cart all of the things around with me, that I grew up with, and gradually, I allowed this to change, losing much along the way, and whole wall full of books. What used to take a big truck to move me, I paired back to just my two trusty suitcases, and as I have aged further, have seen the advantage of travelling and living just from a backpack. Now that I have traced a full circle to almost where I started, I realize that the ideal for a nomad, was either the swaggy I got to know when in my childhood, or the aborigines who literally can walk away from it all. I too, have reached the point where no materialism can hold me, or keep my over a barrel. No money, thing, or control is allowed unless I wish it. Wouldn’t a magical creature want it this way?

~Spiritwind~