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
opinions.
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.












































Comments

nina said…
...His visa finally came through 3 weeks ago and last night their son, was born.

Emil Leo, the new Prince. A wandering Soul has found a happy home at last.

Blessings all around. So much joy and happiness.

Except the tragedy in the night, it sounds like Wild Pigs on a rampage. But never give up on the Guineas, I raise them still. They, like wandering Souls, seek home. It is truly possible to experience extreme sadness accompanied by great loss and extraordinary love simultaneously.
nina said…
You would think great tragedy and and extraordinary love were polar opposites, but no. I lost my Beagle to Epilepsy driven by a brain tumor last September. I was desolate. A few days later a friend of mine died, she was known among the people as a Dog Whisperer. I inherited her dog. Balked, no I'm not ready, in deep grief, sitting Shiva. And then something happened. At the Whisperer's wake I was weeping about my friend and my dog. The pastor, I love her, she knows all of us and our animals, explained to me the Dog whisperer had my dog in the combo Human Real Animal Kingdom. I took the orphan home. If the Dog whisper has my dog, I am destined by JAH, praises, to care for her's. I love this pup very much. Her photo is on my gallery page. We have an intense bond, I take her everywhere.

This is to say, your and Iona's excruciating loss is balanced in their extremes. Love is given, love is taken away, love is renewed. We don't seem to get one without the other.
dublinsmick said…
Did you check for tracks SU? It might have been pigs like Nina said.
Zoner said…
So much profound beauty and the gratitude for sharing emerges first and foremost. Blessings indeed!

Love shall NOT be denied. Thankfully, nor shall the breaking of the chains that limit us here in our journey be denied. It has come to an ending but still echoes outward in ever-fading circles. Soon the stillness is upon us, and we can breathe of the pure and true Life that we all are animated by, free from the noise and distraction that so easily captured us at times.

The image of "leaders" simply appears to this presence as another story that has nothing of interest anymore. A detachment has been forced to take place as there is simply zero resonance with.........whatever is going on there. I'm sorry.

And I can assure anyone who may doubt, the release of the deepest pain and the deepest joyful exuberance appear exactly the same externally, and carry the same cleansing powers when fully surrendered to. Ahh, surrender.

Gratitude and endless Love for you All.

Z
Terrance said…
Hello su....most of us are suffering quietly and not so quietly and its a true blessing to find love and bring life !
Doom on those who brought harm to your defenseless little friends .....and thank goodness for flowertop party starters....good medicine for a crazy world! onelove
su said…
Nina,
Yes the eekers, well the eekers.
So they were definitely killed by humans as a hole was cut into the cage to get them out. They had their eyes gouged out.
For Iona it was very difficult after her uncle unawarely on the day of her grans death put her guineas in the early morning sunlight which was to be their death.
Hard losses.
She naturally moves into ritual of prayer and purification.
Out of that tragedy, something rather profound emerged.
One of the eekers, McGyver who is a master escapist (names are important) was released from the cage the day before as he was bullying the others.
Hence his freedom and escape from torture. Iona clearly got you have more chance of surviving if you have freedom of movement.

Anyway Mac lived in the stickpile in the garden, with the rabbit and the chicken but was alone. A friend came to visit with the most beautiful lady, black and spikey - name Mrs Mac and they are chirruping in delight in the autumn sunlight.

I love the intelligence of the dog whisperer and the pastor and that your beloved beagle had someone to journey with and theat her beloved pet now has you as a friend and companion. Will look at the images now.
Much love Nina.
su said…
Zoner beloved,

Soon the stillness is upon us, and we can breathe of the pure and true Life that we all are animated by, free from the noise and distraction that so easily captured us at times.

The stillness and silence has the most beautiful song.
In the gaps between breaths, the space in deep sleep where we are no more.
By what miracle do we awaken in the morning with another opportunity to experience this miracle of Life and Awakening.

Much love Zoner.
su said…
Terrance,

"flowertop party starters" - I like.

nina said…
I hope your friend left Mrs.Mac with Mac. The way you describe them and the story behind their meeting is a miracle before our very eyes and theirs. Probably most miraculous to Mac. Bless him and his Goddess.

We lost Sparky, female, last March. It was sudden, Nicky found her gone in the early hours. I spent the whole morning searching adoption sites and found the only female available in the state - which happened to be at a shelter twenty minutes away. Miracle starting ...
Was back with "Ariel" in less than an hour. Her photo is on my blog page. Miracle zenith: Nicky was instantly amazed, awestruck. He was suddenly a new father, a best friend, a boyfriend, a teacher. I arranged their houses next to one another and saw them mouth touching through the slats, between happy grazings. When we say prayers at night, we always bless Sparky and the joy she gave us.

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