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.

Friday, February 27, 2015

The Sacred Dart

I am in the softly cooing dove the sunlight shining from far above
the gusting of the rustling wind
the composting of fallen leaves
surrendered by the towering trees
i am in the traffic on the road
and in the ragdoll newly sewed
 in the freshly fallen quince
and in the birdbath newly rinsed
i am  in the range of the teachers dart
with the possibility of seeing the Most Perfect Heart
i am in the whistle of the itinerant worker
and equally present in the stride of the eternal shirker
i am in a sacred moment aware
of the I given to all
by God’s most precious Care.
I am in love and in devotion
in soft words largely unspoken
in that eternal space within
where by Grace, despite some sin
I am held in the most tender embrace
with the fiercest of love
All in the Presence of the cooing dove.

        With hearfelt love and nuture to Bholonath.