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.
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 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.