Anaconda

Inwards or Outwards

2009-01-31T14:04:00.003+10:00

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

2008-12-09T12:44:00.006+10:00

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

2008-02-20T10:19:00.001+10:00

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

2008-01-25T09:57:00.000+10:00

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

2007-10-31T10:48:00.000+10:00

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

2007-08-30T11:45:00.000+10:00

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

2007-08-11T15:43:00.000+10:00

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~

Backdrop for Learning

2007-07-11T09:55:00.000+10:00

With the writing of my family background, it is no surprise to find that this was the backdrop for my life as a nomad, and adventurer. Neither is it a coincidence that my dad was a clergyman, and that I came from a religious background from which spirituality came to a head, once religion was seen for what it is. That was a means to an end for spirituality, and once seen, was allowed to drop away, and acknowledged for the role it played as a foundational tool along the way. I made the decision to not replace one religion with another, even though I did appreciate the community in which I was raised. That too, was allowed to go, and it has only been of late in Nimbin, where I have found a community that is tolerant no matter how bad the abuse that is clearly seen by all. I see this place as an interesting microcosm where "love" is played out, and more often than not, is only found after working through 'using and abusing' for not knowing any better way to proceed.

Although on one level, there is no time, for our bodies, there is a point in the "moment" where the dream is still being dreamt out. As we are in the midst of the Beginning of the New Dreamtime, it is not assumed that there is a particular outcome. I do look and ponder at the Universals which sometimes appear to be generalisations to those wishing to pick fault with my line of thinking, yet to me, that is semantics due to our different understandings of different wording strung together. That perhaps is no different than two people choosing to take a debating position around anything said, so that slow progress is indeed the outcome. I do not choose to allow such frustration of not being able to communicate my ideas well enough for another to pick fault with, to slow down the conclusions I reach each and every day. I do get some comments I may not agree with, but allow them to stand, due to the fact that each person is allowed their say. Such is the nature of reality, and for some people, I may appear as a devil, and to others a guru. Each is allowed their own picture, and is dependant on their own perspective. This also allows me to be tolerant of others views, even if opposing my own.

From the interaction of life on my own, and understanding how things have worked for me, I am able to piece together from the peace where I balance out from inside; then the result is the fountain from which my own wisdom rises. I also take advisement as to my repetitive wording in my blogs, and wish to state to any readers, that I get to know myself better by thinking out loud, which is how the blogs run. They are my thoughts, and though my might put them sometimes in the wrong context that is misunderstood, and should perhaps talk more from my own perspective, rather than saying "You" or making the context more personal, I allow the reader to separate out those things that they might find useful for themselves, and those things that issue is taken. I cannot make friends with everyone, and I struggle with concepts often. I am no-one's guru but my own, and follow no other person or thought. If in the process I am able to think outside of the box enough to challenge the reader as to his/her own thinking, then I have succeeded in evoking a shift in consciousness.

This whole series has been a learning and a homework over many years of travel and thought. I have enjoyed the process and journey, and leave what little I am able to write behind as a legacy. To finish off about my culture to which I owe my background, I have the following observation to add. There are many cultures around the world that honour their ancestors when doing sacred rites. These cultures "know" that they are still present in their consciousness, even if long ago they have left this plane of existence. And so it will be with these writings, for I will not be here for long, as life is so short. It is up to me to make my mark now, and in pure consciousness, when revisiting the seeds of what I have sown in this life, be able to revisit and "look" in via a variety of perspectives, at the result of the writings that I leave on behalf of my own family where they have not been able to write on behalf of the others. (Thanks dad, for your legacy to me, for example!)

And so it is with all of us, and all the more reason for us to pause and reflect as to what it is we choose to leave behind that will positively make a difference in the world both now, and in the future, and in retrospect. If love, it will build and grow, and if just a pleasant romp in the park, then perhaps it will be no more than a bug living his life over a few days. It really is up to us, and nothing should worry us at all about any level of control other than our own. So make love your path to wander and sow, and wild flowers of joy will grow and blossom as a result...........enjoy your life, and have fun!

~Spiritwind~

(Second part)

2007-07-07T14:06:00.000+10:00

My parents after the war, emmigrated back to Australia. My mother was the first chinese war bride to be allowed into Australia when they settled in Adelaide, South Australia. My eldest brother was born there (Clement Theodore), and at that time, dad made the decision to quit opera singing, and become a minister of religion. He let go of his Church of England beliefs to become a Seventh Day Adventist, and from that day on, the house became vegetarian. Travelling to Cooranbong, in the Central Coast of NSW, where the church had their university and factory to make the famous Australian Weetbix, my father attended theological college. It was during this time that I was born (Benjamin Laurence) in Kurri Kurri, the closest hospital to the school. I have written about this place earlier in this blog.

Before my dad was able to complete his studies, they decided to put him to work as a singing evangelist throughout the churches reaches in the south seas. The first moves took us into south west NSW into the Riverina area, where we began to travel to all of the small towns through the early 1950s. My younger brother was born in Wagga Wagga (Warner Owen) after moving into the region. It seemed like a constant moving experience, for as long as I can remember due to my dad being a human singing canary that people simply could not get enough of. So began a life that has had me live in hundreds of places in three countries, with stories that could be told from them all. Experience and adventure was the name of the game to me as a child. By the time I was beginning to climb up in primary school, we moved to Sydney, where I began music (keyboard) training with Trinity College of Music in England, and Royal School of Music. By the age of 12, I had begun to accompany my father in his singing, and became his main accompanist for a decade beyond this.

By age 17, I had left home, though went back one more year before turning twenty, after living in New Zealand for several years, where all of the high school was done. During our teen years, my parents went through the floods downstream of Warragamba Dam when they had to release the water, back in the early 60s, where we found ourselves in a civil defense position. They continued with their interest in this field in NZ, and when they emmigrated to Canada, worked to clothe 20,000 people from 50 nationalities around the world, single-handedly. They worked tirelessly from 7 in the morning till late at night, for years, and had hundreds of children who called them "mum and dad" due to their having been separated from their own parents sent to other destinations. At this time, United Nations sent in a film crew to film the operation, and the Premier of the Province wrote a letter saying that it was a model for work between church and state.

A true superstar, my dad retired in Vancouver, BC, in Canada; until his death on Feb 28th, 2002. Mum continues to live in the Lower Mainland of BC, and presently lives in an old folks home there.

~Spiritwind~

William Percy Cook

2007-07-05T14:49:00.000+10:00

Was born on January 21st 1921, in Aldershot, England. He came from the Baldwin family of Ireland, though he told me that we have german and celtic roots. He had a twin sister who died at birth, and dad was so small when born, that he had to be wrapped in cotton wool. He survived, and was one of the last children of a big family. They emmigrated out to Adelaide in Australia, when he was only four years old, where he grew up by the seaside of Semiphore through the great depression years. Life was not easy for dad through that time, and he rarely talked about it without some painful look on his face about its severity. He simply did not wish to talk about it. So nothing about dad's childhood I know about, other than he had to have tin on the bottom of his shoes, and had to sit and eat even the fat of the meat at the table.

Dad was born with an exceptional singing voice, and won most competitions he ever entered in the city of Adelaide till they actually banned him from going into further competitions due to his winning them all. Even identifying classical music on the ABC from just a few bars being played, he could do better than anyone else. Where he gained such knowledge of classical music, had to have been learnt in his childhood, for he certainly knew most anything played by the ABC as I grew up, whether heavy or light classical.

The trade that dad learned, was to be a fitter and turner, and all his life long, he enjoyed tinkering with things, just to fix them, or find a way to make it work. I am sure from the work he did as a young man, that he damaged his eyesight, so that he always had glasses from that point on, that were like magnifying glasses, so hard were they to see through!

When dad was old enough, he applied for a job to work on a carrier ship to work his way back to England, the place of his birth. When he arrived, he had precious little with him, but dad learnt to be a survivor in those days, with the help of having lived through the depression of the thirties.

Voice training took place in England beyond that which he had in Adelaide, and when the war broke out, dad joined the RAF in England, but was stationed in South America as a radio operator. He knew his morse code well, and never forgot the dit-dit-dahs for the rest of his days. During this time, dad did the opera circuit of South America, and gained letters of introduction to the top music conductors of his day, namely, Toscanini, and Toruso. Enrico Caruso's personal physician presented dad in South America, with Caruso's personal Sword, so impressed with dad's singing he was. He also had Winnifred Atwell accompany him when he was in Trinidad, though told me she could not do handle classical music, and true to form, she turned to her famous honky tonk playing that she was known for.

In Trindad, dad met mum, who was eighteen at the time, and not interested in him. So dad dated her sister, so that she became jealous, and got in the back door that way. From what I know, he was engaged to an English girl, to be married; but when dad gained mum as his girlfriend, he dropped his engagement, and married mum in Trinidad. My mother is 100% chinese, though my ancestors left China in the boxer revolution, so no culture was left by the time my mother was born.

(End of first part)
~Spiritwind~

My Culture

2007-06-26T08:06:00.000+10:00

In this series, I have with admiration looked at the long culture of the aborigines and the wealth of information available to those seeking knowledge from their stories within stories. I have not focussed in the problems they have faced, either in modern times, or ancient ones, for it is obvious that even the totemic ancestors had their problems in their fluid state.

We all have to come to a place from our reading where decisions are made for the self, arising from what is addressed on the inside of us all. To do so means not accepting another's culture over our own, and means that we take responsibility for the interaction of our own set of learnings and how they interact with the culture we might find ourselves in. It is this point in history, where everything that is past or future seems to answer to, for it is the present reality, shaped by our culture, and culmination of the ancestors living through our genes, DNA and spirits.

My culture only goes back to what I remember in my life. Having lived a nomadic life without a single place I can look back to as home, the same can be said of people. So the only history I have to go by, is the knowledge of my own father and mother, and that is about all. Hence my writing does reflect this fluidity without base, that dances around the stage of life wearing one hat or another, or moving out of one chapter into another. So at this point, I wish to write a little history of my own family, as it is this that sets the warp and woof of my life and writings.

As my dad was the superstar of the family, the story will begin with him, then move to my mum, and events in their life, and a glimpse into my own personal history. As with the aborigines, the emphasis is not placed on the negative programmes that are glitches to us all, but on the positive aspects where my memories like to dwell. So I begin to write again, but this time, from an ever increasing personal level. Blogs are great to write about such things, for we all can identify with each others stories, for we all have the receptors for everything else that exists in our Oneness. After all, I am just another Yourself, seen through my own individual mind and feelings as a human male. Only though knowing oneself does one come to a place where all labels can be transcended, above polarities and judgement, and back towards the dynamic of undifferentiated states.

It is time to begin to look at those aspects of ourselves. Our history is showing this in our level of beginning for example to study stem cells, which are cells in undifferentiated states before they decide whether they are going to be brain cells, kidney cells, bone cells, etc. And so it is with life. Now it is time for me to write about an individual life given to me through my own parents, and spirit itself.....................Enjoy the read in the following days,

~Spiritwind~

Planning The Celebrations

2007-01-19T07:13:00.000+10:00

Bunjulung Nation via one of their tribes will be signing the papers that give acknowledgement of the traditional ownership of the land to the aborigines along with the shared custody of the parks on the New South Wales border. The total land they will now have joint custodianship totalling 6000 sq kms in the biggest deal the aborigines have been able to engineer in Australia to date. In celebration of the changes, a Bunjulung Nations Dance Troupe will tour Woodstock this year, with myself (it is really Spirit that will get the credit as it develops, as we become more aware of it) co-ordinating the event on their behalf at the Troupe's request. This is now official, and one will need to stay tuned to this blog site to see the developments along these lines for the story that is emerging, and the New Dreamtime that Has Begun! Maybe it will be Dreamtime take 2, or Dreamtime 2. This Dreamtime beginning though, we all will participate in eventually. Hopefully this will be the spark that gets the fire going in everyone, to see what is possible, and to begin a new model based on Unconditional Love, which is the Bunjulung Nations philosophy.

Woodstock was founded as Americas colony of the arts in 1902 from a couple of comunes. Woodstock became known and has in actual fact been an alternative community for over 100 years. This has been known to the world through the legendary Aquarius arts festival in August 1969. This festival itself did not take place in Woodstock but actually in Bethel some 50 miles from Woodstock.

Before Nimbin the centre for alternatives in northern NSW was Mullumbimby. A gathering to a sharing alternatives was organised/co-ordinated through the Australian Union of Students.(AUS) that was first to take place in Mullumbimby that the residents objected to. The Aquarius festival eventually took place May 1973 in Nimbin. Since 1973 Aquarius festival Nimbin has been branded as the Alternative capital of Australia.

It is time to return to sacred values, and to move things to a higher level where our own egos can no longer take the credit for the changes, and for us to genuinely see that we ARE spirit having an individual human experience that has awoken to this fact. Making the adjustments from seeing things just from a materialistic and physical body is a challenge, but if we remember to ground our energies to Mother Earth, then we can lessen the possibilities of our spirits dancing too much fantasies and illusions. It is important for us to keep the dream going for our reconnection from our fractionated existence, back to Mother for healing and want of regeneration stretching into infinity. Earth can then be given permission by us to return to the paradise that she has been all along, with new dimensions added.

I encourage each person reading this blog to begin to see that their are positive and viable alternatives that plan on things moving forward and that you will be on the cutting edge to bring this to the forefront. As this is Spirit time for this to happen, watch for the signs for each person to seize on the way through the maze of their paths towards personal power that shows how each may be imbued with Spirit power in the days to come.

The celebrations are almost at the door.......................

Three cheers,

~Spiritwind~

State Government Finally Admits

2007-01-05T07:16:00.000+10:00

The Bundjulung Nation is divided into a variety of aborigine tribes, but one of them scored big in the past few days. The mob I have been associated with, have finally received acknowledgement that the aborigines are the traditional owners of the land, and 19 parks have been now given joint sharing responsibility with this particular tribe of the Bundjulung Nation. Covering the equivalent of 6000 sq kms in area, this is a significant development in the history of making peace in this part of Australia, with the aborigines.

I am sure there will be much celebration from the news, now that the world has been told, that a state government finally has said that they are the traditional owners of the land, and actively done something to mark such a position. This sets the stage for the Bundjulung Nation to finally begin to shift things to their sacred spaces, and certainly will be interesting as to their developments over the next little while.

I will be meeting with some of the top people in this new regime of things to find out what is happening from their perspective and report back any significant developments where we all will be shifted due to their own changes. This country after all, as far as aborigines are concerned, the first place in the world to get the sun on the first day, and every day since.

Kudos to those having laboured so hard for this to happen, and cheers to the tribe for the victory obtained. With Unconditional Love as their philosophy, the developments from here will truly be interesting.

~Spiritwind~

2006-07-30T07:56:00.000+10:00

My Sacred Mountain

2006-07-26T14:57:00.000+10:00

Sitting on top of what I call, my sacred mountain produced some interesting insights. Firstly, as this is the place that the aborigines call “The Very First” place that Father Spirit touched matter, had me thinking that this was a place where some stupendous energy came into the earth, over coming out of it, as found in Bunjulung Country (to the north of Kurri Kurri), and its huge caldera (the largest extinct volcano in the world). At the top of this mountain, it was pretty clear that there was another huge caldera of about 100 mile diameter, and that Mount Tumblebee sat right in the middle of this phenomena. Rather than energy coming out, whatever struck the earth here, went quite deep to produce pure carbon and some of the finest coal in the world, that BHP mined up until quite recently. Mount Tumblebee seems to be the middle of such an event, where the earth rose from the impact of whatever hit the earth.

The earth itself is not that fertile by appearance, even though it seems to be the heartland for one of the richest valleys (Hunter Valley) for wine production in Australia and the world. On top of the mountain the earth is a rainbow of colours from yellow, red, and grey, to shades of blue, and in one rock, speckled with green. The gum trees thus growing out of the top of the mountain have the same pink as the earth appearing in the trunk, mixed with just the right mix of grey, with the bark having a beautifully dappled appearance that would make beautiful art if one tried to reproduce its natural state. The birds at the top of the mountain are midgets, and one would be surprised to find out that there are many moths in Australia that would dwarf such tiny birds.

My bodily feelings was that the energy of this spot, was in perfect balance with my own, and I just rested my energy into that of Mother to allow a healing feeling to balance me out to that from where I was born. It felt so good to feel perfectly aligned to such an energy, that I just knew this to be my energetic Mother Earth from where my beginnings lay. As I sat and meditated, the energy of the spot seemed to pulse the centre of my head, and whether this sounds strange or not, inner light balanced with outer light in my minds eye. I chose not to stay in this state to explore where it might take me, due to this being a flying visit to “my” mountain behind the hospital where I had been born, nearly 56 years ago, with no building between the hospital and Mount Tumblebee in that period of time.

I observed quartz rock, conglomerate rock that brought numerous other rocks into oneness, and strange rocks that seem to have been weathered with time. Below the mountain we witnessed an open cut operation that clearly had signs of coal in the soil showing, which is a well known place to find coal perhaps for a hundred miles around and even down. I do not know what kind of impact that would have created such pure carbon, and doubt that a volcano would have that left from an eruption. More knowledgeable people could better inform me of the possibilities of what this might represent, but it was clear that Mt Tumblebee sat smack dab in the middle of a huge caldera resembling that of the extinct volcano in the Bunjulung Nation. The ring of mountains surrounding this place was curiously similar in looks to the mountains I am used to around Mt Woolumbin. A trig station sits on top of the Mountain to show that it is the highest point around.

A magical spot to me, and one that I identified to my very soul, I left after taking my shoes off, and stood on what to me was sacred land. This marked for me, the beginning of a sacred journey that will lead me into the Main Event for which I feel born to be participating in. Accompanying me, was a top Australian athletic woman who I felt was ready to see the beginnings of new unfoldment for both myself and herself in the days to come. My Dreamtime continues to unfold as it should, in flowing love for life and Mankind. Such experiences will be treasured all of the days of my life.

~Spiritwind~

Roundabout discoveries of the Bunjulung

2006-07-07T18:21:00.000+10:00

Doing a search on Bunjulung Nation in Google, only returned my own blog on this most special place that the author considers to be paradise in personification. Further, there is only three pages of references to Bunjulung Nation showing me that there is little to no written material on the net on the Bunjulung Nation, that takes up quite a huge territory on Australia's east coast of some prime real estate in the nation. With aborigine history predating anything known in the white man's world, this is simply a travesty, and quite shameful as an Australian. I personally hold the aborigines in high esteem, despite much prejudice being still shown towards our true Elders. So I pondered as to why there is so little being told about the Bunjulung Nation, which I am sure has many keys of understanding our world if we took the time to tune into the wisdom of the Elders.

A woman came up with the solution for me to ponder, and since thinking around the whole dilemma, have come to the conclusion that this woman's observations are correct. The Bunjulung did not leave a written record of themselves, any more than many other aborigine cultural stories for the world to enjoy and understand. Instead, the story is told by its individual members in their art. I went to Reconciliation Day occuring within the last month, in the town of Kyogle in the Bunjulung Nation, and spoke with Patsy, the local Bunjulung Elder who organized the whole event, which is a day set apart by Australians to say "sorry" to the aborigines for what has been perpetuated against them in the way of genocide for the past few hundred years. I bought an original painting from Patsy which she told me had been given to her in a dream at night, so obviously the dot painting was from the Dreamtime. She explained further that it was a painting of Bunjulung Nation, so I looked at it, and saw the same interesting lines in the painting for the flow of energy in this wonderous nation. What also could be seen was the balance between male and female energies in the Nation, along with perhaps a giant B in the land and the reason that Bunjulung Nation emphasizes the letter B in its language. Anything with a B they seem to say originated in Bunjulung Nation, whether Blue Butterflies, or Bunya Nuts!

Listening to their language being spoken is like listening to flowing poetry, and no translation is able to catch quite the same rythmns as can be heard in its hearing. Everything about Bunjulung Nation reeks of the sacred and the paradise from which it all arises. Even if there is only 10% left of the beauty (Beauty is a Bunjulung word, am sure, when it begins with a B, including the Beginnings!) of what has been here previously, there are pockets of old growth rainforest still in this land, that are pure magic, where the spirit of the ancient past still lives and haunts everything entering such hallowed walks of gorgeous old trees some being 2000 years old. In the days to come, their message of Unconditional Love will begin to be broadcast to the world, via their own art and performers. This is currently being ramped up as I write this for a world stage, with copy (I am sure) being readied in the minds of many of its artists living in Bunjulung Nation. A local told me the other day that this whole area draws the sacred like no other place on earth, and one can find a quite mixed breed of people from all over the world converging on an ongoing basis in the towns of Nimbin and Byron Bay. Spirituality is not far from the minds of many of the locals, and is a pleasure speaking with such people about their beliefs.

As you can see by the above, or anything that is written, it is hard to avoid the fact that B's as a letter, is hard to leave out of writing, just as Bunjulung Nation gives flavour to Australia by its very existence, that goes back to before time began as far as their Elders will tell you. The Bunjulung used to live on the coast around Evans Head, but were subsequently pushed north by the white man, to Tabulum and Bonalbo, and from there to Kyogle and then to Nimbin. That is the flow of the energy created by interaction with white man, and it is only in modern history that any peace agreement was reached with them in Nimbin area, between Bunjulung Nation and the white man. That is a rare thing in aborigine modern history, where the Blues are still a part of their soulful pain of lost culture and families. We changed much, as a race!

It has been a high price that the aborigines have paid to bring the white man back into the fold, and it has been paid through the death of a lot of such culture, although it can be said that it has not all been lost. Half the languages may no longer exist, but when speaking to the Guardian of the Rocks in Nimbin, found out that he speaks three of four of the several dialect languages that were part of modern history. That is not bad for a 39 year old man, and we certainly will be hearing more about him in the months to come. I am still piecing together some of their history for my own mind, and will share what I find out, about this wonderful Nation that I call paradise. I am told there are portals for these ancient people where they would enter a certain spot, and be instantly at Uluru in the centre of Australia, so am sure there are many secrets here, and portals to other dimensions. Much that is kept away from prying eyes and ears, and still kept sacred due to the times we live in and to keep it intact away from our destructive patterns of being.

So a story waits to be told, and for those who manage to buy any artwork from the Bunjulung in the year to come, will indeed not only have treasure in their hands, but a portal where the aborigine Dreamtime can reach out and touch the lives of those supporting their rise from the ashes through such a purchase. In this way, the sacred circle will be intact, and many will find magic right in their aborigine art, from Bunjulung Nation. Sacred indeed, it will be a careful search initially to get any art done in this part of Australia, as it gears up its secrets to help the world at this time, by bringing back the message of Unconditional Love that this author finds that same as his own Universal Dream. If you have a chance to buy such sacred art that shows the history of the Bunjulung, you just might be buying art that will not only rise in value, but will have significant sacred value. The world will be invited to their party, about to get underway!

~Spiritwind~

Forgiving the sad times

2006-06-29T12:54:00.000+10:00

The aborigine's lot in Australia, has never been secure since the arrival of the white man, and there is only bad memories for what has been a collective effort by the powers that be, against them. There is a lot of resentment and sadness on the doors of many of the families who have had children stolen from them just as depicted in the Rabbit Proof Fence movie, which was based on a true story. However, everyone on the planet can sing the blues these days, as we all feel like pawns in a play no-one wishes to be a part of, and certainly not be painted with brushes that would dare think we all are involved! Bearing that in mind, it is never easy to forget the past, and move into a glorious future, if some kind of healing is not begun somewhere, hence my last blog. Where to from here? The aborigines cannot work out how things work in a make believe world that is not anchored to land and nature. I do not know how it is with other indigenous cultures around the world, but do know that there are similar stories everywhere. However, it is from the aborigine perspective from which I am writing this, but may as well include any peoples on the planet that feel disenfranchised one way or the other, if only to be shut out from any process of redress or visionary future.

It is time to move on from the "Blues", and to begin the music that can start a fire going just like at the end of the 60s but this time at a higher octave. We will return in a way to such a past with such vision, and perhaps launch to higher dimensions by completing what was begun back in the time of the 60s when everyone wished to 'give peace a chance!' It would be good to see the older hippies step up to the plate one more time, and complete that which they envisiaged into a more whole view of what can happen when the whole system is finally overthrown. It can come down this time, because the timing is right, and everyone in their hearts is now ready for such a change. For the past, we can be truly sorry that it happened in such a sorry way, not dissimilar to many homes in Iraq and elsewhere, wracked by war they certainly do not deserve. It is time to seek for the Universals so that they can manifest on this dimension, as it is time for us all to let go of the sadness, and the story of our participation in such constructs we did not make. It is time for us each one to make the deserved changes we all want so that each person can reach their own goals, and say that now that we have found "Love", what are we going to do with it(?)

For my part, it will call for going into communities, and those better shod with materialism, will surely be asked to give a freewill offering into buckets provided, as the healing work begins. That can begin with laughter and a party type atmosphere, where we all can gather to discuss the directions and the dreams of the communities we all can be found in. We can and will do this, and am looking forward to celebrating with my aborigines friends in the days to come, beyond the healing needed. With everyone making the same determination for themselves, different intent can emerge to put things into a more balanced perspective where with respect, we can begin celebrating life again in all of its various forms and faces. Let the love flow, and it will swell, and we will rise the vibration of creation, without a doubt! I wish us all well as we embark on such a mission!

~Spiritwind~

Need For Healing

2006-06-28T13:37:00.000+10:00

As these blogs have been writing about the australian aborigines, I have to say that what is said in the following is for all indigenous peoples, and beyond back to the ones who originally spread their pain around over to them. The residues exist with us all, if only by the DNA within that represent ancestors that perpetuated systems ignorantly that all of us now wish to heal. It is said that the sins of the father are visited to the third and fourth generation, but I feel it is time to heal it all, and quickly with linear time now in question. So it is with heavy heart that I see the need to write one blog to prick the conscience of us all, to begin the healing process.

200 years ago here in Australia, and all around this paradise nation, aborigines by the thousands were simply marched off cliffs to die a horrid death. The memories still live on, as culture was deliberately torn apart and demolished, and continues to this day. White man has made no effort to establish education geared towards the cultures that have withstood the test of time stretching back thousands of years, and not just the hundreds that they think gives them licence to come up with something better. Social reform done to another because one thinks they know better, is dangerous in its suppositions, as it shows no respect for what has obviously worked for millenia without interference from those wishing to tinker. We do not know how indigenous races think, but most of the time, logic and reason are not the ways of thinking we think they have. It has more to do with kinship and nature, and keen observation of patterns and correlational relationships. It has to do with what is real and seen, over abstract and imaginary thinking that we so often think as real.

Due to such different thinking, the white man worldwide, only allows them to participate in their work if it is first demonstrated that they can think in the white man's way, over their own indigenous and cultured way. As a result, to this very day, you can come to Australia, but it will be a rare day indeed where you find an aborigine working in a white man's job. They simply are not given any kind of work at all that is meaningful and deserving of the brilliance that they possess. There is many of their young people who no longer wish to return to old traditional ways, who wish to learn and be the images projected by our society, yet simple things such as reading and writing are hard for them to do. They would simply prefer to remember with their prodigious minds, as there has been no writing record for them for thousands of years. They know how to remember, and their abilities are supersensory and amazing beyond what we know or simply have lost due to being out of touch with the reality that nature brings. Wrap your head around the fact that indigenous people such as the aborigines/other indigenous cultures; are deliberately cast into a role that society puts them and are not allowed to climb out of. There is no set-up where if other white people who wished to learn indigenous ways could do so, might be pursued. No such respect and honour is granted to any flexibility in that direction, as the west is intent on getting everyone to just think in one mode, and one perception of reality, which is their own, and quite a dumbed down version of what we actually are and could be.

The indigenous people represent more the state of Mankind before he fell with his arrogance and false sense of superiority; which is a garden of eden type place, and definitely closer to the godhead that we are. It is seen as blasphemy to suggest in our world that we are gods, because of the deliberate attempt to create doubts and fears that this might actually be the case, if we were allowed to step up to the plate and claim the personal sovereignty that is ours. As a result, our actions are limited, off course, and misleading from the truth. We do not know that we continue to participate in a genocide of cultures around us, due to the various means used to keep us from knowing or taking responsibility from the 'powers that be' and their actions. We all have been beaten by such forces put up against us, without much resistence on our own behalf, as we all behave like sheeple that has conscious, but no will to resist any more. Look at the beaten indigenous people in your midst, and see the beaten look. Not just from the violence measured out by themselves from their own pain, but from the violence we have shown them against their own culture. I watched as a van pulled up weekly in Cairns within the last decade and dropped off white flour and white sugar, and white rice to the aborigines. I was aghast, as I thought that practise had ended, but it continues to this day, where they are handed food from our own hands, that has no food value whatsoever, and promotes not living long. The aborigines in Australia live no longer than any people in any third world country, and for a race that is Australia's treasure, it is sobering to say the least.

If we are to put such people to the front of the pack (and they will be there, sooner or later) then it is wise for the ones today to seek healing and friendship with such people, first in our own hearts, then with the sitting with them to understand ways of being that have long been forgotten in our modern history that has no ancient past. They have a lot to teach those showing respect, humility and honour over arrogance and superiority type thinking that only goes to show how bankrupt we really can be and are. Healing such wounds can happen, as it is not just the indigenous cultures that sing the blues, but all of mankind. It is perhaps time to stop discrimination against them, and for them to stop discriminating even against the whites who live today and really have had nothing to do with their plight in a personal way. This blog is written to give the truth of the matter, which is never reported or seen. When was the last time you ever saw real history of the aborigines posted on the net, or anywhere, let alone see them travelling on a global scale(?) For the world's true Elders, that is a travesty, and is something still being kept well hidden from the world as the powers that be do not wish that the world ever finds out the truth of the way that they have been and continue to be treated.

In a day where billions is being spent on defence, where is the money to lift those who have been deliberately down trodden? Why give money for boots to do more of the same? Better to take the boots away, so that learning to go barefoot everywhere will require advice from those who can do that even through the desert. Healing must be seen as attempted, and is on the horizon for us all to firmly look at, and support, both for individual thinking of us all, and the collective thought of the modern races, if true unity is to come dawning on this planet. It will never do to write idealisms while ignoring the facts as they truly exist for the fragmentation we all are experiencing. It is all needing healing, no matter whether we have colour or not. It is homework that none can say is done, but can see the Dream in motion through our own actions towards a better world. Not until we can each take responsibility of such a mess, and put our hands out in friendship and love, can we truly believe that we are ready to go to the next level. But we can do this each and every one of us, and do it in love, and just to make a firm intent towards such a goal, is the beginning of such a healing. As this grows in momentum, you will see indigenous cultures themselves raise the energy further, so that they bring forward their sacred medicines in the right context and time, and the true healing really begin in earnest. That is their universal dream, along with my own. May the God that you are, help you to lift your consciousness to a level of forgiveness for participating in such nonsense, so that in kindness and compassion, we start that healing process within, then without. The bittersweet of love awaits its liberation.

~Spiritwind~

Sorcery and the australian aborigines

2006-06-26T13:13:00.000+10:00

Many people have read the tales of Don Juan as written by Carlos Casteneda and Florinda Donner and the remarkable powers that the older sorcerers used to have in central and South America. Few people know that there is nothing any other race of people can do that the aborigines could not do as well, and probably better. I know of no other race where they could go walkabouts into a desert without seeming end, without supplies or anything with them, and survive well. This they can do without any sign of fear. What other people could claim to be able to survive without need of anything in the harshest conditions on the planet? When the white man discovered the aborigines in Tasmania which has four seasons including snow in the winter, they were naked and in perfect blending with their environment. The white man could not understand them at all, as they were naked in a harsh climate, as far as he was concerned. They offered them fire, and they were not interested. They offered them shelter and they were not interested, and were offered clothes, once again, were not interested. There was nothing that the white man had that interested them in the slightest. They could not be worked out, and even telling such a story seems to indicate that they knew a different set of rules than we know about today even when in the same environment.

There are stories written down of the old time sorcerers, who would float to the top of trees just to show their power. Bi-location can happen with them to this day, although few white men know which ones can do such a feat, and how far such bi-location can occur. Pointing the bone still has power to this day, and if someone has a bone pointed at them, whether they believe or not, or are even white, they will die within six months. I have known this since I was a kid, yet we cannot explain it. Their justice was known to be severe beyond what white man did to his own. They are the world’s best trackers, and can travel across rock and water, even if done years after, and still track someone. They have super sensory capability way beyond the abilities of ordinary senses that assist them where we would need binoculars or telescopes, and do not need a cellular or mobile phone and can converge on a spot with a tribe if needed without the need for technology. Powerful ones can shape shift into their totems, and the stories of their totemic ancestors tell of humans who became part of the landscape and animal and bird life through a variety of stories, which leads one to believe that they are the personification of the land in every way, in their Collective. When talking with the ones with personal power, the real men-men that one will not find anywhere else on the planet these days, one does not know whether one is talking with the individual or the Collective of the whole aborigines through the man who is merely the mouthpiece for “All That Is”. I have had some of these unique experiences with them, and the only time I knew once that I was talking with the Collective, was when I asked a question, and three or four of them said the same thing, word for word at the same time, just to baffle me, and so that I could know that it was the Collective Mind of them.

Nowhere else on the planet was such a garden of eden with its caretakers intact. They truly lived in harmony for millennia with the “All That Is” with no need for any technology other than that which they found along the way. Their knowledge of nature is truly prodigious, and makes Steve Irwin to be a clown in comparison, and an aborigine “wanna be”. The myth of us being shut out of the garden of eden did not apply to them, and they never left such a garden and still can access it at any time. They access two realms, and two worlds, and is why they say things twice twice, such as my being born in Kurri Kurri, and my brother in Wagga Wagga. They astro travel, and work just as hard in their sleep to when they are awake, and the strong ones, visit each other across the country through night time Dreaming many times a year. I cannot record all of their powers, just the stories I know. They know the good and bad of things, along with their dream, and this applies to inanimate objects as well as animated ones, with the old time Elders able to “see” into a rock, and know whether it was “pregnant” or had a fully formed utensil inside for them to use, by simply splitting it a certain way.

Truly remarkable people, they are advanced for their knowledge of the land and reality of Mother, without need to drop into fantasy and illusion that captures the mind of those not in touch with our natural world through our love of fiction and material via the media that has no truth, and is make believe stories. Theirs is the real world, with real stories beyond what we are even able to comprehend in our way of thinking, so far have we strayed from the path of truth. It is true that a lot of this has been lost to a majority of them due to the white man intent on wiping out such connections with the land and other realms, and this has been cleverly done by giving them food without value (white flour, white rice, white sugar etc) along with alcohol, that still goes on to this day. Genocide is still going on silently, and has never stopped ever since the white man landed. Of course we think that we are the superior race, ignoring reports such as that which came out in the last five years of aborigines having 20% more brain power than us ordinary people; studies done by scientists. Why would they have that much more without need for technology and we label them as backwards? Only those who are stupid enough to think them to be backwards could possibly come up with such a conclusion, just because they can live in harmony in nature with need of nothing! Some still live in the ‘garden of eden’. I was told that there still are at least a dozen tribes up Cape York Peninsula that have not been discovered by the white man, and that they even keep themselves apart from other aborigines, so much do they retreat away from the developed world. That was told me by the Cape’s Prophet whom the Elder allowed me to spend a night with before I flew back to Canada nearly a decade ago now.

Of course, none of this would be attractive if they had not love. But when one finds a traditional bunch of aborigines, you will find their hearts wide open, with a pure innocence that only living in nature can give. Living in four walls, is a prison, as our laboratory is contained, where theirs is horizon to horizon. Their hearts reflect such an environment, and made mine feel square and constricted, and wanting to be as open as theirs. Yes, they are our elders, and have a lot to teach us, if we can only humble ourselves to sit at their feet with the utmost respect and honour for these wonderous people who are representatives of time and space beyond our own, and into the Oneness of the One Story! Should you ever get the chance to hear such powerful people who have real power beyond what money represents, then I would encourage anyone who can attend anything put on by them, whether art or performance, to begin to dig deep and spend some time in awe and wonder for what this truly represents. They represent our future and our past, all wrapped into One, and can teach us anything we wish to know, to do with the natural world.

Above all, they can teach us about love and bringing our fragmented ideas and souls back into a right space. I am glad to be associated with them, and hope you get the chance to meet them too!

~Spiritwind~

Survivors of Altlantis

2006-06-23T11:34:00.000+10:00

I have been thinking of how advanced the Australian Aborigines are, and that they are not what the world thinks they are as a primitive stone-age remnant of a bygone era. If anything, these people are the survivors of Atlantis, who know how to manifest, bend light, and to slow it down so that it becomes matter. Their Dreamtime IS Australia, and is the manifestation on a country wide scale of the astral plane. The astral plane they are the Masters of, and those of them who are steeped in their traditions and still connected to the Collective, are already at the level of where the rest of humanity is wishing to shift to at this time. Being the true Elders of this planet, and being the oldest race still alive; we do well to sit at their feet and learn from them. They after all, have survived worse catastrophes that is facing the earth today, with far more technologically superior civilizations that never made it out of the starting blocks owing to the Self Serving Interests of their day, not dissimilar to the ones seen today. They not only survived the past demolitions of the planet, but they will survive the one that is coming, as they already access other dimensions at will. They do not talk about the sacred domain any more than we are able to, as it is beyond words, comprehension, and concept. This has not been authorized by them, and is my view only of what I see about them, and may not even be the Objective truth or definitive word on them. They can speak quite adequately if they choose, for themselves, and do not need my speaking on their behalf.

I write this simply to dispel the myths that the world has come to believe, and for me to tell the world, that this dissinformation, is wrong and misleading. It deliberately takes everyone away from the truth, that we actually might be living out our lives in "their" Dreamtime, and not necessarily the reality we think is our own. Indeed, this whole dimension may very well be formed from the tears of an Ancestoral Aborigine Woman before time began! For later generations to come along and try to tell them the nature of reality is simply wrong in its approach, and does not give respect and honour to their own traditions and stories. The whole time that the white man has been in their land (which is only 200 years of the thousands they have experienced here) we have arrogantly claimed them to be ignorant and backwards. This could not be further from the truth. I have even heard it said that they might have knowledge of their Collective (and some certainly do) but that we have come along to teach about the Individual Experience. They have it all, and already are where we would like to be. The nation I now live in, has all the hallmarks of very sacred land, (Bunjulung Nation); whose very philosophy is predating any on the planet, and is "Unconditional Love". When talking to one of their guardians who is yet too young to be called an "Elder", he answered the things I said to him with, "Yaweh!" I have always thought this to be an Old Testament christian term for God, but this is part of the Bunjulung language, and perfectly normal for them to answer in their own sacred contexts, with a "Yaweh".

This man has now asked for my assistance to bring the sacred forward for the whole world, and not just their own nation, so can say with confidence, that they do intend to shift the Dreamtime to the Sacred, this year (2006) and the whole world will see the difference! I cannot give more specifics than this, due to not prejudicing the moment for their own planned Dreaming Intent of how this will unfold, but am sure they already have Dreamt out the future in large letters of which we all will help to do the small letters for the larger lettered story. In this way, we will be the wheels within the wheels, and co-creators of our own destinies and futures. With "Unconditional Love" as their very philosophy, we have nothing to fear, except awakening to the glorious prospects of having all of the harmful elements put to rest in the days to come. That all is in its death throes, and those still participating in the elements that bring harm on the planet, will find they are trying to grasp air as it fades away into just a memory. It is almost party time, and a good time to prepare for, so would encourage all readers to drag out the best wardrobe and side of themselves for what is to follow, with the happiness with which to best describe such a time for us all. We all chose to be here for the show, and the main episode is about to begin.

Enjoy the show, and be in the Love place in your hearts!

~Spiritwind~

From The Standpoint of Ego

2006-03-23T11:20:00.000+10:00

It has always been difficult to reconcile the lessons learned in life into the life that has been forever tormented by one problem or another. Trying to learn to live with a healthy ego living with a genuine Superstar of a dad, was the first of woes for the ego, but competing with two brothers was the icing on the cake. It seemed that I was born to be in competition, and learned to interrupt any conversation just in order to be heard, and to this day, tend to do that with people who do not take the time to listen. In other words, mirroring the issue right back, both to them and to myself, and I am amiss as to why I would keep falling into the same trap of my own making.

When the two brothers come back together these days, and thankfully it is a rare event, we go right back to when we were all together at home as teenagers, even though we have outdone that by two and a half times by now. We just do not know how to relate to each other as adults, and fall every time back into these old patterns, even though I am quite aware of its happening. Being aware and awake, does not make the problems easier, but have found them to be harder due to the dilemma of not having a healthy model for which to substitute when we come together. Perhaps what is really needed is third party help as we were used to in the way of mum and dad as we grew up. Not having those voices anymore, it is indeed difficult to spend quality time together without old patterns emerging to our detriment.

Recognizing any pattern must be good, and allows one to take the time to stand back and even though unable to change the pattern with the brothers, to make mental acknowledgement as to the issues to be dealt with. That is important that I see my role in it, and allow healing to occur on some level that hopefully will gradually lesson my wish to go back in time to childhood, and games we all played so many years ago now. Bringing unconditional love into the picture, is hardest for those who appreciate it the least, but am sure that it certainly would be appreciated by my brothers once the simplicity of our beingness and love begins to register. I would like to see headway with them in this lifetime, over constant repeating of childhood memories. It will be interesting to see how much such love can make a difference.

Anaconda.

Unconditional Love is Accepting the Human that I AM

2005-12-20T10:13:00.000+10:00

Unconditional love is accepting the human that I am, without any more judgement, and being nice to myself no matter what. That is not to say that there is no issues and problems, otherwise I would no longer be human. But to be gentle with myself no matter the problem invites love in to fix problems the gentle way. Being harsh about things like pain even if just a niggling one, I can live with. No matter what the experience, one does grow old, and show signs of ageing, which I certainly am now noticing. I accept my lot and my destiny of death and am not trying to avoid it, or delay it in any way. If anything, I will welcome it, knowing like the Indians told me, that I have earned the right to go to the next level that I have been wanting to be ever since visiting it years ago! Hence my admonition to others to hold onto their innocence for as long as possible, still holds true. I am not about pointing out people problems, nor about telling them how to fix themselves anymore but prefer to tell people to be nice and gentle, compassionate and kind. That is what nurturing is all about. If there is trouble, it is not good to harp on the troubles, but to take the mind off it, and allow it to re-present itself whenever the individual wants or feels like it. It is not my role to be judge and jury to others, and have had enough of that (especially as a virgo) for a lifetime, so do not wish to linger around judgement further. There are other ways I can use my mind, other than judging others or myself.

There is always a degree of caution to work out whether a situation is mine to grasp or just out of reach still. When it is within my reach, then there is no hesitation to seize the moment and the adventure that comes along with it. There has been a change of my focus over the years, and I soon saw that people were where they chose to be, and had nothing to do with me if I could not budge them. It is not my role to bring anything to their attention, as nature will do that in her own gentle way.

I have been hard on myself throughout my life, and it is nice to finally accept myself giving space and giving nurturing to myself. When I feel like dark chocolate, I go get it, and if I wanted macadamia nuts, I would go and taste all kinds at the factory until I found the ones that appealed to me at the time, and when I wanted gourmet cheese, would go to a dairy that had taste tests, and find the one’s I wanted. When on the road selling over the last year, if I felt like stopping, or if looking at a map, I would choose my paradise destination, then stop to smell the “daisies” as it were. Of course I felt lonely not sharing this with someone, as it is a lifelong dream for many Australians to circumnavigate our homeland, and I did that in style in the best 4x4 on the road in Australia, the latest Toyota Landcruiser 100 series, with a custom built camper trailer. Like a travelling home, I made friends everywhere I went. Not a bad life, and when I finally went into the wilderness for the experience, it was with being nice to myself that I had in mind. It was for the same reason that I came out of it, as my teeth were falling apart, and needed looking at.

Since then, many people have opened their home and hearts and demonstrated unconditional love to me, which has all been gratefully received and accepted. That by no means says that I have no homework, as am still a work in progress, but the path has become much less difficult, and have had a dance compared to having a fight when faced with the same challenges in the past. The anger and frustration often felt by a man has dissipated, and am much more mellow, and balanced compared to where I used to be. Showing unconditional love to myself first, has changed a lot, or rather transmuted a lot. I am not shying away from looking at myself, just approaching it in a much more loving and nurturing way, which I am sure you the reader will understand, as that is what all people would love to have. First giving it to oneself assures that others compound the giving, and the luxury of getting so much love, can be wonderful indeed.

As said, I had a very good soul-mate teacher to give me an example of what this love looks like, and the longest serving female in my life, my Birman cat, “Desert Jewels” certainly showed me the most love throughout her whole life. I miss her to this day, and know that I will see her again one day, so precious was her love to her owner! These are the kind of words people love to hear. It is always better to stroke than to provoke! Especially a man’s ego, fragile that it is, loving words never go amiss. To belittle being human is not my way, nor do I think it very spiritual to take aim at weaknesses in the human condition, but to look on the brighter side of life, and the silver lining where the sun is still shining. That is what I now look for inside of myself, and another person, and even though not there all of the time, as I always say, you only get back what you feed!

Lovingly,
Anaconda

Balancing Things

2005-12-13T10:55:00.000+10:00

The problem is how to balance the things not fixed with the things begging to be created? Do I go back or forward today? What squeak wants my attention now? Don’t they know I am dreaming out many other dreams in my mind right now? What was that? What did you say? I beg your pardon? A conversation going on in my head all of the time, consequently my external world also mirrors that back to me. My dilemma! Something around me is always demanding my attention, so what now? Becoming responsible for my creation was never my forte, where I am more the Creator of my reality over being a caretaker. Which part of it will I visit today? Will any of it be complete? Unconditional love has been shown despite misgivings, and second thoughts about its cost. All of my unconditional love contributed to this article being written, as I can’t go back, and I don’t know whether anything can be fixed. It is what I do as I create as these lessons are for me to learn from to try to balance in my role in life. Not easy, and can’t stop dreaming to go fix problems, so why create a problem in the first place? Unconditional love can work by taking such care of the business left behind in its own repaying way.

I have experimented with living off $200, and two “magical suitcases’ for every new chapter lived all over the globe for the past few decades, and I am sure my soul-mate can attest to this, as there have been many. Some done in style, while others in a homeless way. Others deep in the bush of the Kimberley’s, others, on the Gulf Islands off Vancouver Island, or the foothills at the base of the Rockies west of Calgary in Alberta, or Northland in New Zealand. All have been paradises to me, and would love to revisit them all. I know my life could not go back through all of that now, and when I do these days, it is 30-50 years since I have been somewhere, and it is Rip Van Winkle returning! All of it has changed. Yet not changed in my mind. One day, both can be merged. Different time, different space, different face, yet the same story if seen enough times, being the same basic script. The entire story with the same basic script is a lesson, all playing different roles at different times and places. It’s a great game of musical chairs. Looking at your own DNA, with millions of faces all different, yet all the same, stretching back to the beginning of time. And it is all me and you, and all different, yet all the same. Isn't life great being a part of a larger Love Story, of the Bigger Us?

Anaconda

Love is Aiding Others Dreams to Come True

2005-12-09T14:23:00.000+10:00

First of all, do you know what your personal dream is? Do you know anyone else’s dreams? Do you ever talk about dreams with others, or is this something long forgotten?

If we do not have a dream, and if we have forgotten how to dream, then for what purpose are we doing anything? Should not our dreams be a destination to be aimed for even if not achieved? And should not anything be an aid in order to fulfil such dreams? When we were kids, we would tell each other that when I grow up, I am going to be a “fireman” or whatever, but few people do that with each other today in a grown up way. Perhaps it is now time to resurrect the telling each other our dreams. If we aid enough people’s dreams to come true, even through our own connections and networking, then we begin changing how things begin to look. It then becomes Unconditional Love in action as people begin to live their bliss again! Maybe they never have lived their bliss, but wouldn’t it be nice to aid each other to such ends? Now there is a thought!

If there is a roomful of people with a card on their chest stating what their dream is, do you think that anyone in that room might have ideas or connections, or even the end point of another’s dreams? What about your partners? Do you have a “joint dream” with them? Some joint dream to both works towards that actually helps to keep two people together over growing apart from each other as some do. Certainly I think this is something worth considering and talking about, and through the talking about them, fix them, bring the vibration of such ideas into this dimension just through the talking of them, held, and through one step at a time, manifest them! As we gradually get the idea of how we best can help each other, smiles begin to replace frowns as these begin to take form. If communities aided their members to gain such dreams, then loyalty and dedication of purpose begins to also show. What would the world begin to look like if we all began to do this over where we just think and do things for ourselves? Perhaps it would be the start of the New Dreamtime!

You might find also, that the world has become a magical place at this time, and that perhaps dreams have already come true, just needing to be linked up by us just talking about them, and the solution appearing. This certainly would take us away from the fear based negative spin that the media now gives primarily, towards a positive and happy future for all. It also would take us away from thinking in selfish ways, to participating in happy fulfilment of others dreams. By seeing how possible everything is now becoming, this also will embolden us all to begin stepping to bigger, more universal dreams, such as healing for us all, and what each of us can do towards such a dream.

Ken and I were thinking aloud as to who would be best to connect with for a particular project Ken was interested in doing, so I mentioned a person I knew who was the best in the city we were in with a population of a million. The next store we were in, just minutes later, and in walked the man we had been talking about, as if on que. Magic happened at that moment.

What will become evident as we strive to speak our dreams is what gifts each person has in their hands that perhaps are not being used to their fullness and potentials. Some people are incredibly creative, while others are artistic, others able to add up a column of numbers in their heads like a calculator (I have seen someone do this for me), while others are musical. It would be a shame to have a canary that doesn’t know it is a canary, if it never whistled a note, and the same goes for our gifts! These are the first things that need assessing when thinking about what an appropriate dream for each of us might be, as it becomes the indicator and direction for where we should be going. If one has flippers on, it would be hard walking on land, instead of swimming in the water. The same is true for our talents. That has nothing to do with a certificate on the wall, although these might be related. It just shows our natural proclivities, and potentials that cannot be ignored. You might think them ordinary until spoken, where the feedback is that there is no-one quite like that except yourself!

By thinking this way, we can help each other to gradually formulate in clear one by one steps, what each other would like to do, and by assisting each other do this, win exponential support for our own dreams. We then become happy by aiding others to become happy. We begin to play everything forward, and the world begins to change positively. Done with love, a new joy will begin to emerge, and I personally would encourage everyone to consider doing this for the surprises you will find by thus doing this.

Anaconda

Children

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Children.

Children, I have a few
Helped raise others not my own
To Mother’s whose life mixed with mine.
Freedom was always the goal
Supporting wherever they went
And when they decided to pursue
Their own paths to follow by themselves
Gladly have I watched with pride
From sidelines far away
Still giving unconditional love
Accepted or not, it still exists
Like my own parents always with their prayers
Watching from afar the work of their hands
Always remembering the good times
The innocence of their living child
Playing with adventure,
With life and with love.

Anaconda