Tuesday, June 14, 2016

The Grace of the Sadguru

    God is an ancient devotee who is unified with God.
    God should be worshipped by becoming God.
   When you become a human, you worship man.
   The saint has no anxiety.
   If you become Shiva you will be like Shiva.
   Only the one who is actually the King, is really King.

  Call yourself Brahman.
  If you paint yourself like a tiger you have to act like a tiger.
  Similarly, you have to attain  the state of Shiva by force of your effort.
  When the spotless and pure Sadguru is met,  everything is finished.

 Only by becoming Shiva, can you attain the state of Shiva.  Then that State
 itself will come and put a garland around your neck.

From the book : 'Master Of Self Realization' by Shri Sadguru Siddearameshwar Maharaj.

Monday, June 13, 2016

The Boon of Devotion


          Sitting by the wildedagga plant which was providing nectar for the sunbirds,
          a friend asked what I wish I had learnt at school.
           I semi flippantly said carpentary.  I would so love to work with wood.
          I find myself being asked by  the Totality of Being what I wish for:
          One boon:  
          The request was for the boon of devotion.
          Above liberation,  above the mundane phyiscalities.

           The seer in the eyes
           the listener in the ears
           the taster in the taste


Sunday, April 24, 2016

Tao becomes a father

Looking out onto the screen of illusion this morning I was taken with this image of the
 ultimate welfare family meeting the ultimate destroyer of freedoms.
 What the fuck is a child doing in a dressing gown whilst these players are playing their game.
 What is the message?  So we have the queens 90th birthday, Obama visits and the young
 british prince is there and then funny that the same day Prince apparently dies.
 With his death marketing tools all  already available.
Please note how all these 'leaders'  'pricks'  are kneeling down to this young boy.
Some message going out there.   This farce that we call reality is just getting more and more insane.

Many moons ago,  seems like lifetimes in a way, a beautiful being came to this village.
The very first time I met her my heart beat that special resonance.
Tao's heart also exploded into love.
She lived with us whilst doing her years work.
Their love is so beautiful to watch as she is truly his beloved as is he hers.
A very simple engagement happened.

Tao and Naomi with Iona.

She returned to Germany last August and Tao was to follow in September.
Except that the German government would not let him in.
Visa application after application was denied.
They asked him what on earth would make him return to South Africa after living in Germany.
(Uh duh )  the weather.  Maybe because it is not in Europe.  
But of course he did not respond.
Also he had not matriculated as per his decision at the age of 18.
So that was also against a visa.  Plus add the Syrian refugee crisis.
Naomi returned to Germany and was lovestruck and experienced nausea as a result......

Okay so you get it.  The nausea is always the give away.   Well now chemtrails the
primary cause of nausea but ......

A Being cruising the Astral saw this Love, so deep and wide and decided to incarnate.
And it was this action that got them together again.
His visa finally came through 3 weeks ago and last night their son, was born.

My most heartfelt welcome to Emil Leo who was born at midnight.
May he come in with True Knowledge and may he never move away from That.

And whilst this was all happening,  some weird wind blew in here and caused some damage.
Most damaging was my tent which finally gave in being a tent and became a holey bunch
 of sail cloth
and mangled lining.  Granted it was patched with duct tape and tarps.
 Being forced to sleep indoors left me with a headache and a tenderness.
Not to lie on the mother.
Not to hear her heartbeat
Not to be serenaded by the rooster, owls and daytime choir.
Not to feel the ever moving air blowing in and around me.
Crazy how something so small creates such a feeling of loss.

Life got pretty crazy here at times.
Was growing the Queen of herbs and some thugs entered the property and ripped them out
when they were still just leaves.  They also murdered our guinea pigs brutally.  I mean brutally.
I was sleeping in my tent nearby and i can only imagine some presence kept my awareness
from the sound because i would surely have been injured it i knew what was happening.

My life call right now is fighting for the Master Healing plant to lose its stigma.
No longer hide the fact that I smoke daily and whereas I might have tried to hide it once
I now speak openly.  When I am invited somewhere offered alcohol and desist I just say
 no thanks I am a smoker.    Some mouths hang open.  Some carry the news in delight along the
chain of gossip and condemnation.  But I have long since given up giving a fuck about personal
This healer - not just for cancer and epilepsy, pain and anorexia but as a substance that keeps the
sensitives hearts open in the face of such insanity befalling our beloved planet right now.
Even Islam had a saint of Cannabis.  Khizr - Islam's patron saint of Cannabis
Our little hamlet is over run with meth users. But only because the cops catch the growers
and dealers but leave the chemical dealers alone.
Starting guerilla planting everywhere.
Everytime I hitch into town I speak to the people about how this plant is so profound in all lives.
There is normally response it is a drug - no it is a plant.
It destoys lives - no alcohol does.
Slowly people come to recognise that this is something that needs to be addressed.
Set my people free - let them take of the Sacred Medicine.
Some names given for it :
"the Joy-Giver,
the Sky-Flier,
the Heavenly-Guide,
the Poor Man's Heaven,
the Soother of Grief."
In the Santo Daime church where both Ayahuasca and Cannabis (Santa Maria) are consecrated - have shown me to the depths of my being that we are not going to realize without the aid of plants. Not at the stage of denial and stupefaction we have been blown down to.

 Peace by upon us as we move into Truth.
Shattered and bruised we move into Presence/Awareness beyond the veils of illusion.

Travel far.  Travel safely.
May we all reach Home.

Monday, November 2, 2015


I am in the well at Temenos.   We meet here weekly to chant.  
Today I sit there and this throat won't open.
The heart is heavy.
So many homeless, refugees, displaced, beings.
The immeasurable grief of brothers and sisters.

I send out a plea to the Totality Of Being to allow Transcendence.
To allow illumination.
To allow Freedom.
To allow Love.

And If there must first be a cracking - then let there be one NOW.
No more.....................Let us Remember Who We Are ...................
So be it -  Amen.  Amen.  Amen and Amen.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Balancing Powers of the Elementals.

Get comfortable.
Let us feel our ways into the newness that is Here.
Let us acknowledge the shifted lights,  the synchronicities, the miracles.

Yesterday a long boomslang was spotted in the ash tree by the courtyard.
What incredible portence.  What a magical sign.
On the night of the full moon.   Serpent magic appears.

Moving back towards the ancestral path -
listening to the wind, the birds, the stars, the silence,
Watching the grass blow and the dust glow.
Being with the sky as lightness gives way to dark.
Being with the sky as darkness dissolves into light.

The Spring came through with such a power, such a force.
The village is a buzz with this energy.
Farners in the pub on a Friday night touching their hearts as they speak of this
unknown surge of life and growth.
A million roses  right around me with the power of their vibraton zinging through the air.
And in this my youngest entered her moon time.

The earth, so powerful in her  directive and knowing.
So wholly eocompassing in her energetic fields.
The air so skilful at balancing and regulating.
The sun so powerful in radiating and transmitting.
The elementals righting what has been abused for so long via weather control and manipulation.
A higher intelligence manifests.

In this reality where at a glance I can see hurricanes, strongest ever seen simply dissipate.
Every day the msm is warning of some catacylsm and it all passes.
The swarms, the floods, the fires etc.....
The earthquakes, the missile launches  there is an amazement at how few lives are lost.
Everything that is screamed catacylsm at us turns into a manageable event.
And in dribs and drabs the truth is coming out.
Slowly, slowly, bit by bit.
We have been sold a melt down that need not occur.
That will not occur. 

Perceived so clearly how each one of us has been instrumental in the changes unfolding
as we shift into our interdimensional selves and move away from the prison that has been 3 d reality.
We keep trying to fix it but its nature is entropy.  So we move beyond space and time and that changes everythjing.  We will not drift off into or onto another earth - we will be here, as what we truly are interdimensional beings.

We, who are united by love, with love and as love  are alive at this moment to be part of the dawning of the New Earth.

I know for so many it looks beyond bleak and beyond hope -  but by reaching into one''s  own Being with the awareness that nothing outside of yourself has any ability to help or heal you.  All magic begins  within.

Let us imagine the most beautiful world we could live in without any of the current life limitations.
Imagine your ideal.  Picture it in such detail.  Add the smells and sounds.  If it can exist in imagination than it  can manifest.

I am imagining a life of simplicity.   With clear water and rock pools.   With medicine ceremonies .  With sharing of food,  of space.    With understanding , integrity, joy, ease of well being.  Creativity, movement, song,    jBecoming students of nature in a way we have never imagined.   

And to come back to the 3rd dimension I am so looking forward to the crackdown and arrest of the UK elite pedophile group,   The arrest of Blair, Bush, Clinton, Cameron, Soros,    And I look forward to seeing if we could come up with a creative solution apart from imprisonment.   How are we as a new species going to deal with these vile beings who have all but killed humanity at some level.  How are we going to forgive and be bright enough, light enough for them to undergo pertubation.  Becasue as bodhisatvas, which we all are (nothing extraordinary)  we have agreed to remain until everyone Self Realises.  Everyone.

So let us continue to spread the light, the laughter, the joy, the gratitude, the song and the prayer.
And thank you to the Unknowable  for this body experience at this moment in time.


Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Bashed into an embrace of Simplicity

On a misty pre spring day, alive with the newness of the season.
Verdant green fields punctuated with yellow petals adorn the landscape.
There is such a softness , even the ground is springy with moisture.
 Indeed there has been a puddle in one street which has lasted for three weeks.
 I cannot stop a deep throated chuckle as I encourage it to last longer. 
Puddles are an unknown here.
The spring birds are out, the raw milk is so rich and creamy, the hens,  well the hens  ,  they are just laying so prolifically.  Nature is being so abundant.    In every glance, every breath, every sound there is the Divine expressing itself.
In the midst of this I suddenly felt stirrings in my heart.
 And my friends that I have not hugged in person came to the sacred space deep in my chest..  Nina, Zoner, Bholonath, John, Tim, Scrap JJ.   What a presence.   How much love do I hold for you.  What space did we truly meet up in that finds us all these years later still wondering, still caring, still wanting to hug the brother/sister hood.
The journey that we started on, found me taking suicidal chances in raising my children.
And for me a vital, vital part of being human is in raising consciousness.
I was open to the plants and their teachings.

Tao is a grower of food and herbs.
Cian is the rock of the earth and an artist and farmer.
Sage, well he is an alchemist and probably my great teacher.   He had a particularly challenging journey in that at one point he was into crystal m----.   He spent hours listening to Terrance McKenna and Alan Watts.   Healed completely.  Hermes is his inspiration.  San Pedro his teacher and friend.   Multi dimensional being.
Iona is alsmot grown  is now a published poet, in two anthologies.   Pushing to go to another school next year so I might step into Cape Town.
All those years my friends kids were excelling at really good schools.  And all i was doing was growing herbs, baking bread and keeping the fires burning.
And did I mention that they are the most unspoilt human beings you will meet.

There were all those years when I really felt I had failed so abjectly.
Born into a world that had no culture, made no sense whatsoever.
Never learnt what i was meant to learn at school –like how to be successful in this world.
Always just looking and shaking my head.  All I wanted was to have greater understanding to that it would make sense.
It seemed like I was not manifesting abundance because I was not in the vortex, or bad karma.  The extreme financial hardship made me feel less than good enough or deserving.
Until it did not any more.
I have come to see how every single step, detour, fall down, elevation has been to lead me to the space where what I value most in my outer world is less stuff  and greater simplicity.
 Not in a cutesy, homely, cottagey way – just in the acceptance of what is present and the de=light in that presence.

Today I smelt the first jasmine of spring.  Discovered a white lavender bush.  Walked whilst singing sacred names,  holding a whole lot of love in my heart for all who read these words.  
Should you wish to hug just ring the bell.
 My youngest.  Called for at Arunachala 2000.  One of my many Blessings

Thursday, April 2, 2015


Will be climbing the mountain for the 7 day quest.
May I be open to receive the wisdom needed.
May I be open to know the Truth in full.
May the small self stay out of the way.

The whole secret of existence is to have no fear. Buddha