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Thursday, April 10, 2014

Rest in Peace

Pacific Ocean born 4.54 million years ago
Died officially 2014.

I am sorry
Please forgive me
I love you.



God help Earth and her creatures, we have sure fucked it up.



Wednesday, March 26, 2014

In Search of a Vision.

    






He who cannot help himself cannot help others.
                                                                                      Hazrat Inayat Khan

Self doubt arises again.   Pulling one into a vacuum where you just go deeper and deeper into the absurdity of mind.    
For  a while I found a bay of safety and understanding to park my boat. 
When I first happened upon the invitation – the first time in my life where an offer was extended to me to rest in safe waters.    And it was absolutely sincere and of full value.   So grateful was I for the offer that even if the harbour had turned out to be tumultuous it would not have detracted from the mere fact t that it was such a long awaited invitation.

I really could use that.  Still.   Safe.   Protected.
And in many, many ways I am.  Probably I am sure that at least 6.9 billion people would envy my life.
There is no war near me.    A friend was attacked in his home last year in McGregor and nearly died, but that was shocking in its rarity.    The weather, well while you beings in the northern hemisphere were being whacked left, right and centre,   our days here were blissful.  A gentle summer with some gifts of unexpected rain.    the usual extreme high temps but absolutely life threatening climate.
There is food to eat, and Tao is visiting so we are eating well.   So why the self doubt.  What is it that makes me feel I am out of the bay, my ship is tumbling aimlessly in a huge ocean of futility.

 


Pieter and I needed to cross a mountain to return home.  We were sitting on a large picnic blanket with two friends - financially successful friends who party and wine and dine.   We are the very poor relatives.   They ask if we have gas to get home.  They know us well.  Pieter smiles and says yes and I think yeah,  thank you Life.   They leave.  On the blanket is a gas container.  In the dram I don’t ask Pieter how that gas can make a car run.  Instead I smile beamingly and say yes, we have petrol.  He looks at me and his face saddens and tells me no we don’t.   But he was not going to say no because he did not want to be given.    I need to find some shoes to cross the mountain.  We walk to a house just off the road.  In the dark the light from the windows is orange, warm inviting.  We step into the home and it is just simplicity but also of such beauty.   There is an aura of abundance and grace.  The meal is being prepared.      My heart yearns for this ease.  It is all relative.  Someone is yearning for what I have.  We set off into the night to go over the mountain and only tool we have is a head torch.  Pretty rich symbology.

I awaken at 4.33 - the owls are silent.  Normally I would get up out of the tent, pull a sleeping bag over me and head to the chair.   And normally at this time the black hen and her five teens are as dark as the sky and yet somehow they stand out.  Normally I watch them because they move out of the lavender bush which had become their nest onto the lawn and stand together tightly but all with their heads bowed.  They stand very still in this position  And those of you who know their fowl know they rarely stand still.  After  many minutes the rooster crows.  And after a few rounds they move out of their sacred circle and into the slowly awakening day.  Normally I witness this with absolute no diminishment of awe and wonder.    The most potent time of day.  The awakening to a new day.



But today I say no to any possible abidance in the magic that lies before me.
I am feeling uncomfortable but when I try to feel the feeling it becomes clear I can’t feel the feeling I can only think what I am feeling.   In that moment.
A thought arises listing the possible productive steps and actions I could follow that day.  I could help with the cobbling of the path,  I could do some watering,  I  could have taken up any meditation of action.  Made a cup of tea.   Absolutely anything.  
I have come to understand of late how vital gratitude is..     To trust that everything that unfolds is by divine decree and perfect.  And a lot of the time it flows in gushes and yet there are many things that I am unable to accept let alone be grateful for - . I can’t give thanks for the fact that the planet  is facing  imminent extinction,  or the injustices against us people manifested every day through the usury financial system.  . Or the felling of a nearby forest which left the river bed completely stripped of its century old sentinels.  The wild life all gone in a few days.  The wood chips exported to the USA and the wood to England.  Two guys got the contract and made millions.   Why was that allowed?   Why were the people not allowed to benefit ?  So there is much I am really unable to be grateful for and that is where this vacuumed feeling arises from.

As a kid my superpower was that I could stop people from harming other people or animals just with the power of my mind.  As I grew older I would take on greater and greater challenges.  My  mind would take me to places where children were forced into prostitution and I would be able to not only free them but paralyse those who were responsible for their slavery.  I would every night go around the world putting things right.

And then I suddenly morphed into middle age and found myself having faced a little bit too much reality to believe in super powers anymore.    All I could see was the suppression, the subjugation the power against the powerlessness.   The script become so tardily written that we all immediately call out the lies, and yet they continue to feed them to us.  Continue to beat the drums of a complete destruction of the higher human qualities.    The Zionists have effectively reduced our examples from beings such as the Prophets and their followers to caricatures with no redeeming qualities.   The celebrities have taken the place of the mystics and the learned one’s.     When the people we are taught to respect are people Steven Jobs then I say Why -  he ran a  good business,  paid the factory workers in China badly,  made a lot of money -  why do we call him a visionary?    Why are we not shown those beings who speak to each other in a way that takes ones breath away.   At the re-memberance and at the quality.  Why are we not shown examples of beings who do make a difference.  Who do put things right.  Imagine if we were shown examples of the highest communication possible.
How can we raise ourselves up if that which we are being shown is in the filth?

I decide I am going to walk until there is a shift.   If it takes all day I will walk around and around my village with India.  I will huff and puff and find a way through.     A street sweeping crew is just ahead.
Some dust arises from their actions and a piece of paper is airborne.   It flies up determinedly until its heaviness brings it back to earth.  Right by my feet.  I pick it up and in blue writing there are the words
Expect a miracle.  I hand it over to the one sweet sweeper.  She smiles and pockets it.

I have received that message before.  When the boys were very young and we had gone on a birthday outing and when it came time to go home the car would not start.   Young babes, supper time and that heart wrenching moment you all know as parents when you have to start improvising big time.   The car next to us had a bumper sticker extorting us to expect a miracle.  

I go to the village retreat.  The gardens are always beautiful.  Sprnklers spraying, sun shining,  water sparkling, breeze breathing.  A most perfect day – I walk towards the library.  A pea hen is at the door with her 6 babes.  I look at all these books and again that numbness presented itself.  My eye was drawn to a book of no discerneble colour, shape or size.    Out of the hundreds in front of me my hands reached out for a book entitled  “The Power of Miracles”  and the numbness vanished.

I want to return to the belief that I could perform miracles -  that it is our birthright to be miracle workers.   I want to heal the world around me.    I want to offer safety to all  the innocents:   plants, animals, minerals, humans.    I don’t want to suddenly enter the workplace and be successful, no  I came with a super power and it is my intention to awaken that.

On the 14th of April some Brazilians of love and integrity will be landing on our shores again.
On the 13th there will be a Santo Daime ceremony and two days later a on the 13th there will be a Santo Daime ceremony and two days later a four tobacco gathering.    The morning afterwards a few of us climb solo into the mountain where we remain alone for 4 days and 4 nights with no food or water.
We are allowed one pure wool blanket and a tarpaulin and warm clothing..   One needs 365 pouches with tobacco in them and some bigger prayer flags to place around one.    Some conscious preparation.    At the base camp there is prayer and support for those visioging.     One ends the vision quest with another  4 tobacco happening.     Tao will also be questing.  He has paid for his by living on the mountain for some months doing work to pay for it.

Now for the me the 4 tobacco’s are always appealing.  The ritual, the fire keeping ,  the presence,  the message from spirit   - the presence of the people destined to be in the circle,   all much desired.  The being in the mountain at zero degrees,   maybe wet, certainly uncomfortable.  Sleep kept to a minimum.   There is nothing about this that appeals to me.
I can do discomfort - I really can - but 96 hours is like a really long flight without the comfort of a cabin.  And yet I know that this is what is needed for my super power to re emerge. 
  To untangle the lie of powerless I have been sold.
  To untangle the lie of lack of innocence that I have  come to believe.  
The lie of unworthiness which has become my second skin.   
This space time event where eventually the ego cannot exist as the body is just switches to  survival mode.  To spend four days, undisturbed in the Presence of the Divine Being.


So here is where you come in, those of you whom I call my friends and those new to this page.
I have put a donate button here so that there can be a financial miracle which will allow me to actually embark on the Question of Vision.   This re-emergence of my powers as being a force of good.

Because to end as we began with a quote from one of these beings I spoke of as being of such respect and sincerity Hazrat Khan    - ‘  The moment a prisoner feels that he will no longer remain in the prison,  the prison bars must break instantly, of themselves’.                                
                                         

















Saturday, July 20, 2013

Ramadam Mubarak




To our  Islamic family.
At this time of potentiality,
At this moment of grace and power
May love prevail and may all prisoners held in political moves
Force fed by the enemy at the supreme time of fasting –
I am sorry
Please forgive me
I love you.

May the Grace and Power be yours in victory of Spirit imminently, before the close of the sacred time.
May all who have been subject to the vagaries and humane-less situations upheld by the Western governments may you find yourself rulers of your selves once again.

At this critical time – the fullness of my prayers is for peace and respect.



I know someone who was walking along the clay road one night and an owl swooped in front of her not once but three times.  Low down, close enough to reach out and touch.  When she looked up as it flew off the sky had changed. 
In a very subtle way.  And of course when one thing changes everything  else shifts.   
The winter sun would beckon her into its grasps. 
So beautiful to have a strongish winter sun. 
Hour upon hour  the two gazed at each other.   And amidst this adoration, this sphere of light  duplicated within.  .  This ever present light / warmth beating away.  Thought  replaced by fractal imagery and light.
The buttons that kept her engaged in the world had somehow just worn so smooth that nothing could press them, engage her, and bring her back to the world of thinking. 


A monk takes a bet that he can go into Samadhi for 10 years and the bet is that if he can he will get a really good horse.  So off he goes to his sacred space where he becomes nothing and no one. 
For all those full and new moons he just was without.  They would go and check on him through the years.
 On the appointed day a contingent of seniors went off to help him return to ‘life’.  This was done by deliberately chanting specific prayers and such.
He re-turned and one of the first things he asked was for his horse.
Can you imagine 10 years stillness and as soon as you open your eyes you return to the same state of mind as before.  That thought had not disappeared it was just resting.  So one can go into empty space and yet when returning it is the same mind that sees the world in the same way as it did before. 

Iona and I set off on an epic to be present for the birth of a 3rd grandchild.  The only way we could do this was by 24 hour long bus drives each way.  Each way was a journey where I really admired this young woman travelling with me.  Not an easy journey and yet with her company it was special and memorable in its own way.  Molly Grace arrived by grace and with grace.  And although my daughter has other children that call me granny – it was only on my return home that I actually became a grandmother.

When you have a child you immediately become a mother.  Occasionally you get a woman who births who does not become the mother – but it is rare.  You don’t have to become a mother you just are one upon the infants birth.

Two evenings before I departed from the grand children,  I had a dream where I was in the rain forest and a very small being knighted me with the branch of a vine.  I was then told to attend a ceremony homeward bound the night after I arrived home.  There had been no sleep whatsoever on the bus.  I came home, greeted animals and kids after a month’s absence, packed the ceremonial bag  and headed off on another journey.

The ceremony was in a place it had never been before.  Each ceremony I had experienced had been on a farm in the mountains.  Deep into stillness, very close to the stars.  Tonight we had driven into the city.   Cars racing by all the time.  Transience being a dominant quality.  The venue was an antique shop  just off the roadways.   There was a roaring welcoming fire outside and inside there was much stuff.  A crocodile skin stretched out on the stairs,  three huge buck heads on the wall.  Instead of our usual plastic chairs we had choices of all kinds of luxuries.  It was fascinating to see how the choices that were being made were not for the benefit of the group as they usually were but rather the desire for personal comfort.   All this stuff and its accordant history and that that attached to the energy of the objects.  I was really tired and questioned how I would do an all night ceremony.  But I was there and I over rode my basis sense.  Something said just go and sit by the fire, sing the songs out there but don’t sign up for this one.

I came very close to dying several times.    Just moving very slowly in a different direction.  There was no way I could regulate my breathe or hold myself at all.  It became apparent that there was a war happening and it was happening in me.  How could there be war anywhere but inside oneself.   Two forces, duality – warring in a way that would not allow the taking of prisoners.  I realized I was not either side but rather that which was watching/knowing the unfolding.  And because I was not vested in good or bad but rather observation there was no vested interest in any outcome.  For hours this went on – and all the time in the background there was the sweet Daime singing.    And then at a perfect moment in time,  Anna stood in front of me, raised her arms and just called me back.   This tiny woman turned on such a field of light energy that I found myself breathing and able to move again.  Slowly the animating force was resting, out of a fierce battle.   At that moment my ancestors spoke and congratulated me on being a grand mother.
I had become a grand mother.  Before I was just a granny.  Such an honour and priveledge to be an elder at a youngish age.  Most grateful for the initiation and for that which sustained me through it to be free of fear and be open and receptive to the inflow of energy.

So Life carries on in all her depths and heights.  In all her sacred times, the washing of the dishes, the insights, the reading of the news, the talking to friends, the gazing at the sun, the feeding of the family, the growing of the business.  Please have a look and give me some feedback on the project that has taken years to put together.  Well the product has been there but not this medium.

On that note it is the most beautiful winters day,  I think I am going to find a warm sunny spot and take in the rays.   Sending you all much love.   Peace.
And please leave a greeting.

 I don't know who created this image but she is a beautiful muse.




Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Finding the inner temple.



Stepping into eternity
I reach the inner temple
No-thing exists here
yet everything is present.
In the deepest stillness
I imbibe the silence.

One day I will return
until then.........

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Ah, these times we were warned of.

One of the books I rewarded my kids to read was Bill Bryson's - 'short history of nearly everything'.    The way they were rewarded was not by giving them something but by allowing them to resist a food item for a period of time decided mutually.  So let us say each child was allowed to choose one food that they absolutely refused to eat,  and they were given that freedom.   But it was only one food.  So as a small child Iona hated quite a few things but top of her list were peas and polenta.  So for one year she had polenta off her list.  With the reward system she would be able to knock peas off for 2 months as an example.   So for me it beats the standard western reward system of electronic gadgets.  If I had had the money I might well have followed that system.  This was just the one that unveiled itself to me.
Anyway what struck me most in the entire Bryson book - and there was so much that captivated me, but the most outstanding because it evoked immediate resonance was basically the idea that an ice age could come upon earth so very rapidly.   He noted that all it would take would be for the northern hemisphere to have an ongoing winter past spring and for the southern hemisphere to go into an early winter.   More than a foot of snow in Michigan,  Record snowfall hits north China,  Colorado shatters low temperature record,  and down south we have early winter snowfall in Lesotho.     I need to be beamed up about now because I don't do the cold,  I don't do absence of sun,  and I don't do suffering.

I have been unable to read anything at all on the Boston bombings.  My eyes met an image of a shredded leg and there was no resonance, there was no empathy,  there was just a feeling of you can fool me once but not twice.  And then it became clear to me that maybe the point of all these episodes is that there are so many untied, messy lies that after a while we just stop looking.  What do we do with the litany of falsehoods that we can all see and talk about.  Nothing, they remain on the web pages but they don't translate to hard core consequences.
I saw an image of Bush with his grand daughter and it evoked a feeling of incredulity.  How can someone, known to have caused the death of so many be walking around as a free and privileged man.  I could never apologise to the people of the world enough for this force's deeds and acts of horror.  But here he is posing, and Blair and Cheney, all these mass, mass murderers living lives of peace.  How is this possible?   Where is conseuence.
And I move out of equanimity because I feel so deeply for everyone wronged in this plane of existence.   Christianity came into being by turning mistakes into sins.  Honest mistakes become punishable crimes.  I can be a bus driver and through no intention purely through a disconnect in the matrix have an accident that kills many passengers and I stand trial.  I smoke a herb which balances my body, soul and mind and yet,  I can be be jailed for growing and medicating my self beyond the reaches of big pharma.  I can be forced to vaccinate my child by the state and indeed even forced to watch it die through radiation treatment.   And yet I can be a pedophile and walk free from court because my lawyers claim that due a brain tumour,  I downloaded images of violent child porn.  I can be arrested for saving my child from a feral gang using means at my disposal and yet drone operators who push the button and end the lives of hundreds are paid a salary.
It is such a bad , ridiculous script.  It could win any bad story competition.  No-0ne would buy it but it has become our reality and remains our reality unless we can move back within.


I think the frequencies right now are so jammed up by interference and that has such a profound effect on us.    And because of the craziness of the illusion I have found a way of detaching from it.    Despite the incoming winter,  I find myself unable to sleep indoors yet.   love the way that in that external womb I move into my own space.   There is no distraction,  no electrical vibration,  no sound of others,  no bumps of unconsciousness.   Just myself, my breath and the astral.   I want to hear the wind, I want to hear the rain falling,  I want to hear the random goose flying over in the middle of the night,  I want the honour of an owls visitation at night,  I want to feel the tent buffeting and I want to experience the lightening through the layers.  I want to feel the gratitude for the blankets.  I want to hear the first birds and the way they open the ceremony of the day.  I want to see the first rays of  light.  I want  the first thing that my feet touch in their nakedness is the cold bare earth.  I want to wrap my sarong around me and chatter my way inside to the comfort of hot tea and pets.  I want to light a fire and welcome the family as they meet the day and then sit on the kitchen step and worship the sun.


The bells chime
Stars explode
Brahma breathes
and i lie in my tent and pray:



father/mother god
great spirit
we have come to the days which will be tolerated no more
a new earth is in the birthing process
and in that violence, the earth will shake,
shudder and roar.

help us to  help each other
in remembering the truth of Existence
the truth of Harmony
the truth of Being.

help us feel no fear
but only trust and know joy that the walls of limitation
are crumbling
and a new way of being
awaits us all.

help us hold the light of love
here on the physical plane
and may we  all, in these times,
find our inner peace.



and thanking you mother/father god
for the honour of being present
at this transition, in this moment in time
and may all become aware of the true state of being
available right here and right now


Today is the favoured play date of the Illuminati.
Smudge your homes,  drum your drums, sing your voices,  pray your prayers.














Monday, April 15, 2013

ENOUGH ALREADY.

Page after page of gushing tributes to a woman who would have done better in correctional services.  And photos of her grief stricken children.  Mark Thatcher http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/africaandindianocean/equatorialguinea/6502398/Simon-Mann-ready-to-help-prosecute-Sir-Mark-Thatcher.html being behind a coup d'etat in Africa.  How quickly the papers forget if you are a well heeled member of society.  You can kill millions and yet still earn a fortune as  a peace envoy.  This is the depth of the insanity.

The bomb went off in Boston, except now they are saying it was not a bomb.  And already, as quickly as Sandy Hook was exposed as a false flag, so is this.    I spent five minutes reading and then just gave up, gave in, surrendered .
I cannot continue casting my eyes in the direction of this very sordid, squalid play that maya has laid out in front of me.
I consciously choose to focus on the light within and avoid this illusory soul trap.
Turning off the machine and heading to the internal mountains.  Adjusting the frequency, up till now one could play along, and tip a toe into the water, but now it is drown time.

These are the crux times.  Now is the time that we have prepared for.  If you don't know how to go in and find the peace , I suggest you make it your absolute priority - for the walls are crumbling, and the earth will shake - and our inner convictions are going to be the only attributes towards sanity and perseverance.


Wishing you all love, strength and TRUTH.
The TRUTH will set us free -  breathe deeply now.
I love you all. 


 "Redemption Song"

Old pirates, yes, they rob I;
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the 'and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look? Ooh!
Some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fulfil de book.

Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever have:
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs;
Redemption songs.



Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Wo! Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them-a can-a stop-a the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Yes, some say it's just a part of it:
We've got to fulfill the book.
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom? -
'Cause all I ever had:
Redemption songs -
All I ever had:
Redemption songs:
These songs of freedom,
Songs of freedom. 

Bob Marley.





















Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Contriteness arrives.



I find myself seeking the shores of our collected resonance.
When I alight on the pages of my warrior tribe – there is always an immediate feel of re-connection.

I am unable to watch the smoke and mirrors any more.   From rage, to incredulity to I just can't do this anymore.  Firstly it just stopped satisfying my human curiosity and secondly because it was just like stale socks.
So my time spent online is mainly on our website and on a  Brazilian Portuguese language site -   and other times popping in to visit.  Where is Chicory?  I hope Nina is warm?  Where is Zoner – months since he appeared at a gathering.  Bholonath – the wise elder- the shower of the ways,   Troutclans  capturing in words what every kid at school should have to study.  Life in creation.  is Erin dancing now?   And then those who don’t have their own soapbox and yet come as beautiful visitors.   Scrap,  Turey,  Neil.  I know -  but I still look for him. 

Yesterday morning I was watering the front of the garden, when a huge grape truck overtook another seriously huge grape truck, on a narrow road, in the middle of a village and so very nearly swiped me.  And when I went off balance I remember holding the hosepipe directly through the open window and spraying the driver and screaming ‘ you fucking arsehole’ – which reminds me where is Timster? 

Some time ago I wrote about the old pope and obama-and I had the pope and some others peeling themselves off in retardants from the oil spill.  Pontification on my loathing of the catholic church was  tangible to all senses.    Even taste.   We had all seen images of Pope Rat looking like the evil shit he is.  Defending the priests above the children leaves very little credit to your name. He failed the basic test of not being an example to one human being let alone over a billion souls.  Religious leader who does nothing to protect innocence and purity.   Hmmmmm.  But we all knew that.  

The day that he resigned a whole lot of pieces fell into place.
So efficient is the human memory system.
The first memory was of when the financial woes of Spain were really tightening.  Major austerity protests and such.  The pope was due for a visit and the govt surprisingly made a move to cancel the visit stating that the costs of him being there were so great – largely due the security that would be needed.   The people were angry and this was not the time for papal grandeur.   Blow me down  online is an image of him with a purple sky filled with lightening behind him and the most menacing sky you could imagine.  There he was with all the pomp and ceremony.  Supposedly against gay marriage but dressed in the most vile of drag.   The link to a revolutionary who lived for 40 days without food in the desert?  I don’t think so.  But there he is sitting  like a king and a lord when a bolt of wind lifts his …zucchetto ……off his head and blows it away. 

This memory takes me to a you tube link-  whereby the pope was at a gathering …………
Cardinals from everywhere were there.  In front of him was an affable young man, and then he came behind sort of shuffling.   Smiling.  Shaking one hand and then the next, and then the next, and then the next  and about the 14th the cardinal simply averted eye contact.  My thought upon seeing that was ooops that is a  bit of bad protocol.  Then the second cardinal did the same thing.  The fourth went as far as to withdraw his hands onto his chest.    This was extremely significant.   I spent hours musing what it must have been like to be present and to witness that and how quickly did the tongues wag.


And so I typed into the search bar of  current  omniscience  - ‘more about the pope’s rebuttal by cardinals.  There is a name for a sign from God when a pope should no longer be a pope and one of them is if the sacred zuchetto blows off his head.  I did not make this up.  So looking back now for a link to substantiate this, on the  1st google page the first three hits are how he nearly had his zucchetto blown off but then a few down you get the story of not only how it had blown off but how it was never found.

The next memory that emerges is Christmas at the Vatican.  Ho, ho ho.   A crazed woman apparently runs right up to him and knocks him over.    How this happened is a mystery or perhaps an act of God.    With the security he has.  He even has a pope mobile which is incidentally bulletproof, bombproof,  gas and germ proof.   Must be a much loved man.  And the final data bank retrieval is of the pope once more dressed in drag on the balcony of the whatever and he releases a dove of peace and as it flies up a seagull attacks it.  This is photographed by the world media.

Which brings us to the moment that the pope announces his resignation due to age.
Bullshit he was fired.   There was a coup.   A well contained,  no leak coup.  And the day he resigned of course there is that infamous image of the three bolts of lightning to strike the dome of St Peter.

And then a new pope needed to be chosen.
Forums were awash with talk of the next pope being the last pope and being the anti Christ and on an on -  and his name would be Peter.   Speculation was rife.  Odds on Francis were 25 to 1.

I imagine the cardinals at the last session had a weight on them of substance and import.   Since 21/12/2012 it has become apparent everywhere that truth is emerging.    New energies are needed, redemption if called upon – contriteness becomes key.     In my imaginings I felt the presence at that gathering to be divinely guided for the first time in a long time.   I don’t believe you voted this time for allegiance or favour, I believe one had no choice but to vote for Truth and Love – and that was what happened.

So a little after 7pm on the 13 -03 – 2013 Pope Francis was announced.     The black smoke turned white and a seagull sat on the chimney out of which the smoke came.  Perchance even the same seagull that had attacked the dove a short while before.
The new pope :
Chooses the name, not of someone of power or influence but of a  selfless saint whose being was purity of intention .
He refuses to stay in the Vatican palace.
 He speaks against  greed.
Paid his own bills during the enclave.
Cancels his news paper subscription himself. (Okay, I am a detail person).
His first sermon  finds him placing a simple bunches of flowers at Mary’s alter and spending time in silent prayer.    The Embracing  of the Divine Feminine.  
Over Easter he chooses to watch the feet of prisoners at a remand center in Rome.
He also broke with tradition and watched a muslim woman's feet.
And in each image I see absolutely no ego.
This man is able to  be humble.
Tonight I saw an image of him prostate on the floor of the church.
In total humility.
All eyes watching, he reminds us what faith is actually about.


It is so rare for us to see true transformation that I long for this to be an example.
Not about being catholic or not, or Christian or not, or anything – just that Life can
at this moment in time, bring someone forth, through those most murky dark  passages of power and privilege that embodies light.


I wish him a papalcy of transformation and redemption.

And another reason I wrote this blog today, was my dad, sent me an email the other day asking for the address.  And I am so touched that I wanted to welcome him here directly - welcome dad – welcome to these pages – so good to have you here.


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