Shifting Magnetisms

We've heard alot in the past year about the end of time.  Indeed, the past year saw the rise and forward thrust of the Occupy movement, which gave voice to concerns which have been fermenting for decades.  Studies of the earths changes, climate shift, and our human role in it have been prominent in popular discourse since the 1980's at least.  A topic that often comes up in these conversations, and what I would like to focus attention on today, is the shifting of the earths magnetic poles.

According to some very good science the earths magnetic poles shift their charge from north to south and back again at regular, though unpredictable intervals. While the actual moment of shift may itself take only a moment, a weakening of the earths outer magnetic field occurs for 60-80 thousand years prior to a shift and then re-establishes itself within just a few thousand years of the tip of the scales. The last shift geologists speak of with confidence happened 780,000 years ago.  

nasa.gov - link to full article

My simplified understanding of process of pole reversal is that as the overall magnetic field of the earth weakens the outer charge begins to fall in on itself, mixing with the charge of the inner core.  A period of discoherence then ensues during which time the magnetic field is dispersed in pockets around the surface of the earth.  The physical placement of the poles begin to separate and multiple locations emerge.  Eventually the inner and outer charges of the earth trade places, and the magnetic poles realign themselves at opposite ends of the planet.  For a fantastic computer simulation of this process please see Projects in Scientific Computing.  

One thing that is interesting about the current changing of the poles is the hot spot at the Southern tip.  See this image from 2005 for a visual description Hot Spot.  For some reason the magnetic field is increasing in strength at the south pole, and in my survey of literature on the topic no reason is given.  I do know that in Polarity Therapy, the healing modality which I am trained in and had a practice in for six years, the southern pole of the human body is the one in which grounding of magnetic charges occurs.  As therapists, when we open and ground the south pole of the client, alignment within the energy fields happens in a fashion which is less likely to reactivate the trauma history.  I find this to be an interesting correlation, though not conclusive.  

"Polarity Therapy is truly a complimentary science. It recognises that energy has to move from a positive to a negative pole, through a neutral field - a concept which was applied by Dr Stone to the human constitution.

This scientific 'law' is fundamental to the movement of energy throughout the Universe and the Earth around us: it manifests in our physical body as energetic currents, which Dr Stone referred to as the 'Wireless Anatomy of Man'." polarity.tk 

Below is a chart, written and drawn by Dr. Randolph Stone, the founder of Polarity Therapy.  It depicts the electromagnetic energy forces which comprise the human.  Notice here the holographic similarity between microcosm and macrocosm, and how the ultrasonic core balances the outer toroidal shape just as the inner magnetic pulse of the earth balances the outer polarity of north and south. 

There is alot of apocalyptic hype about the shifting of the poles and how this dovetails with changes in the long count on the mayan calendar.  The conflation of magnetic shifts, the mayan calendar, and very real climate changes caused by human displacement of fossil fuels puts these elements into a conversation with each other that can lead to dire predictions.  

Because I grew up in California, where every other person talks to angels, sings with whales, and uses crystals for divination, I have a healthy skepticism for drastic spiritual pronouncements.   What I can testify to, based on my own observations, is that there are profound shifts happening both geologically over immense periods of linear time and immediately in the way we experience ourselves, and this necessitates a healthy attention...  a grounded attention which is filled with a sense of gratitude that changes are possible, and perhaps even initiated by physical forces to which we are simply responding. If these changes happen now, when we most need to realign our hearts with the resources of our planet and with each other, this is good timing.
  
Following is a video based on the teachings of Don Alejandro, a leader of the Maya of Guatemala.

If our elders who remember our distant past say that the sun will go dark for 30 hours then I will keep that in the back of my mind, I will tell my children and my friends, and if it does happen, then I will recognise it in the moment and respond with an appropriate quietness.  

Like the ayahuasca ceremony, we wait through the long night, attending to the love within us, and in the morning receive the sun into ourselves.  It is the same with the peyote ceremony of the North American brothers and sisters, who walk out of the darkness to receive the morning sun, who sing to the divine mother and the cleansing of her waters as the long awaited light returns.  Death, rebirth, and seasonality do happen along axis lines and points, and we have been here to say hello to each cycle but for a moment.   

For more information on polarity therapy and how it functions please see this informative article by my friend and colleague Graham Whiteman: The Polarity Principle of Unity

Full academic references for pole reversal discussions can be found at Valet et. al (2005) Nature 435, p. 802-805 and Knudsen et. al (2008) Earth and Planetary Science Letters 272, 1-2, p. 319-329 

Icaros

If I were to distill the last year and a half into one thought, one waveform which is shaping me, moulding the soles of my feet, it is this: Rhythm is Everything.  

There is a resonance which underlies the breath of life.  It is form and formless, cohering into nexuses of energy which then generate movement, or sound.  There is pattern to the coherence which expresses itself through all life.  

The ways in which we observe the pattern occur through the lenses available to each of our brain-bodies, resulting in the 10,000 things of zen philosophies or the multitude of manifest forms in Western esoteric traditions.  Some paint, some sing, some dance - some speak, some play, some teach - some _____.  The main point is that observation-expression is always undeniably creative.  This is what is called living the creative life, and it is available to all of us.  

Harmonic Resonance by Farb

Each nexus of waveforms that is every living thing draws initial resonance into itself, where it meets and is shaped by the histories and pathways of the life.  The resulting interference results in geometries of sound movement which are at once universal, in their impulse and connectivity, and unique, in their blueprinting and expression.  Levels of density express at differentiated frequencies, creating magnetism.  This magnetism draws likeness unto itself, forming groups.  Exchange within the groups further shapes and evolves frequencies and fields emerge.  Fields are stable over time yet continually evolving, allowing each living thing to rest within the shared patterns of the earth while continuing to individually draw down resonance.  Thus shared paths emerge.  In time, we view these as linear progression.  In space, as place.  In the mind, as thought trains or loops.  In the heart, as emotion.  Tides, flows, spirals, skate back over themselves deepening grooves which at once densify into codeable transmissible energies while always and constantly continuing to shift at subtle interfaces.  The basis of all expression is rhythm.  Rhythm is the horse upon which resonance comes to life.  

Untitled by Justin Totemical

When I was in Ecuador sound opened to me!  I have always been a dancer, sensing, feeling, moving rhythms through my bones.  I became big ears in Ecuador.  I learned to sing.

One night in ceremony my ears extended, they opened and spiralled out, and every sound was available overlapping in harmony.  Insect, upward thrust of plants, gentle mist, breeze, clods of dirt, logs heating and waiting to be burned, rise and fall of bodies breath, huff and heave of animal, hair follicles growing, spheres and angels.  A burning desire opened in me - to know the frequency which is this Hannah with fewer and fewer lenses - to observe in simplicity and detail the tone and lenses of all living things.  

Mevlevi Taksim by Sinan Dogan

The fire of our heart is fanned by the rhythm of our movement.  As its resonance becomes clear the flames grow high.  The songs of the shaman clear the fields, open the lenses of our histories.  As they sing the flames of the fire brighten.  The flames lick the frequency.  Hearts blend.  

Guacamayito by Mira Jempe and Janicka

There, as we built the lodge, hard work, we listened to alot of music!  Pure joy! Beautiful sharing of forms.  And the music provided a thrust which offset the silence, thus making the peace recognisable.  

We Have Arrived by Matt Kirk

Do you hear/see/sense rhythm in your dreams?  Whose dreams are these anyway? 

                                                                                                                          

"Forget everything which did not teach you how to dance." Rumi                   

"Tie yourself to herds of mating camels." Hafiz                                                 

Ayahuasca Vision by Skyer

"Pick up a musical instrument." Rumi                                         

Zoom Zoom

Well I've been home for two weeks now, and life is moving fast.  It's the year of the water dragon, a fierce powerful beautiful woman of a beast!  Everyone I talk to...their lives are taking off.

painting by Jessica Elwood

Occupy was evicted from two of their three remaining sites this week.  The movement is shifting.  With a fluid online system of connecting in multiple formats, the movement is far from dead.  Many of those who participated are moving into community....new squats are opening up full of people who connected through the efforts, others are forming farms and building sustainable structures on them, others still are joining already established communities across the country.  The ideals we hashed out, thrashed out, debated endlessly, they are becoming realities.  Realities free from the pressure of the press and the harsh conditions of camping out on concrete, realities with more intentionality, more space inside to coalesce transmissions of light. reflections from an activist


The children are back to school, enjoying the structure and remaking their lenses on the world from a new vantage point.  Listening to them, to the phases of wonder and delight which opened up in the first half of the trip, to the tiredness and frustration which settled in as the weeks wore on, to the new cognitive maps which are emerging bit by bit, has been such a teaching for me and such a joy!
And Ayahuasca, she reorganises the life.  Inner resonance changes, and the stream of people I love and interact with shifts as new possibilities emerge on a daily basis.  One of the major shifts for me in the last few months was the slow realisation that I must, that the only viable choice for my soul, is to commit completely to dancing and performing.  The work, it is flowing in!  And I am exhausted, over scheduled, and delighted at once.  A new set point for how much I can hold, how much delight I can bear, how much sleep I really need, is here. This is one of my favourite parts of spiritual journeying, is to observe the outer changes resultant from new horizons on the interior landscape.

loving the jungle

My garden also welcomes me.  She asks to be cleaned, sung to, planted.  I walk the fens and cycle over town and reconnect with the watery earthy energy of this landscape.  It is windy and cold!  The crocuses have come out, the snowbells, the daffodils.  I will burn a fire this weekend, at our coming home party, and the elemental reorientation will be complete.

beautiful welcome home!

Our pets are also happy to see us.  The guinea pig squeaks with joy when we come home and our lovely lovely cat just sleeps on my belly, purring through the night.  It has also been such a joy to whirl again!  The first practice back was precise and clean and high.  And the second practice was difficult and sweaty. And the first ceremony, what a challenge!  And a delightful one.  The whirling community here in London, it is one of my main reasons for being here.  Such a rare and beautiful practice!  Out of the few places in the world where one can train and enact the tradition, I am lucky beyond belief to have stumbled upon it, to know it, to have it weaving through the daily ins and outs of all I do.  The deepest paths I know of are whirling and ayahuasca.  They are my paths.  In time, I will write more about the connections there.  For now, I have hit the ground running, and the stillness which was cultivated in the last year deepened in the jungle and provides a springy delicious platform for being in the world in a new way.
Ohm.....

Hummingbirds

Jan 30th


In the mornings of the natem ceremonies we were sometimes asked to share our experiences.  With experiences so rich, so deep in their cleansing, so powerfully visual and visceral, how does one even begin to speak?  Thus enters symbolism and archetypes.  The human journey is mythical, we are all the creators of our lives, of this shared life on the planet - in the cosmos -.  Story upon story has been written, we are the gods of Olympus, of Ephesus, the oracles of Delphi.  We are the ones walking the road to Santiago, sitting in the temples of the sky.  We spin the wheels of fortune, zoom through stardust, rock babies, harvest vegetables, dream, laugh, sing, cry, and make love.  On the first morning I was asked to share, the story that came forth went something like this:

Once there was a family, who lived in the garden of eden.  
The feel of the wind against their cheeks, the sun on their bones, the water as if fell from the sky, and the colour of the world around them was so beautiful that it hurt like a knife.  They walked in harmony and trust-love, practising fearlessness, dreaming.  
Then one of the people began to feel that they were better than another.  They hurt one of themselves, and a surge of power rushed through them.  Mistaking this power for courage and strength, they hurt again, and again.  Thus a cycle of hurt and pain was established that has carried through time.  
This family is now healing the wounds of that hurt, purging the pain and violence.  They can correct the misunderstanding, they can dream a new way through love.  The power of the heart, our glorious inner fire, can generate in every action kindness strength and understanding.  
This is how we fly in the light of beauty, this is how we become the hummingbirds.

There is a wonderful book that speaks simply and clearly about the archetypal portion of the ayahuasca journey.  The Four Insights: Wisdom, Power, and Grace of the Earthkeepeers by Alberto Villoldo.  I highly recommend it.  ~with love~

Cooking

20th Jan 2012

Well here we are, its 2012, and where is the apocalypse?  Hehe  it's inside of us sillies.  And so is new earth.  All that goodness, all that darkness, it's boiling in the same cauldron, the one stewing on the fire of our hearts.  

Natem Cooking

During our semazen training, to become whirling dervishes, we are referred to as chickpeas.  We are boiled, smashed, beaten, refined, and smoothed into a delicious puree.  In short, we are cooked.  Rumi has a long refrain about the chickpea in the Mathnavi, the sacred text of the Mevlevi, in which he says many things to the chickpea…they are poetically beautiful to ease one into the toughness of the message, which is to let yourself be beaten, smoothed out, refined, and to not complain.  This of course does not refer to subjugating oneself to unloving manifestations, it is esoteric conversation and it can be found in many religious traditions.  It refers to unwrinkling the ego.  When the ego goes, poof, so does the comfort of boundedness which lets one know what is real and what is not.  I experienced this in my training, the disintegration, the annihilation, of every thought form which created me.  I felt death lurking about, at times I even smelled it, tasted it.  And that was unreal.  And very real at the same time.  And the new life which was created out of this annihilation is something beeeauuutifuuul.  mhm.  

Then Rumi also writes, "I have beaten you from one direction to the other, yet why do you complain?  I have given you two wings to fly, not one."   Perhaps we are given thousands of wings.  Ceremonies, plant medicines, dances, songs, endless potentialities for creation.  We, the feathered ones, the winged parrots of paradise, simply walk about with our beautiful shining wings.  We choose from the thousands of feathers and our colours are blended, the patterns of our wings designed in situ.  Sometimes, in moments of bright stillness like today, we see the wings of our friends fluttering about them as they walk, we see the blended hues of those faraway in visions which dance upon the sunbeams and the mists, we catch a glimpse of our own cacophony as it is unfurled in the reflections of those around us.  What a glorious day!  

and, while i hate to inflict more bad poetry upon you, it seems to be the way of the embodied ethnologist.  a significant part of the ayahuasca process, experientially, goes something like this:

The heart of the earth, she is me

The heart of the cosmos, he is me

The heart of los plantas, they are me

The heart of humanity, it is me

beating drumming stamping out 

~our song~

can you hear it?

that joyous cacophony?

inside out now

you are me

hearing that sound

for i am 

with you

trippin' our hearts diamonds

turning upside down now

funnels of love

deliciously cooking ;-)

Women's group at the waterfall

preparing the natem

We are the medicine.  We are the natem cooking.

Ohm Selam Buenos Tardes Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu de Alim 4eva eva...

Life as Ceremony

Sometime near the 17th or 18th of Jan.

Here we are in the heart of the jungle, having ceremony, endless esoteric conversation, struggling with ourselves, really being alive.  We have been at Miguels for 12 days now.  The flies and the mud are awful!  The food is so simple, white rice and potatoes or rice and pasta for every meal.  Occasionally we get salad, fried plantains, or fruit.  The mangoes, omg, pure candy, and the pineapples, pure sugar juice.  Being totally western, the kids and I went into town today and drank loads of coca-cola, ate fried chicken, found some cheap unsatisfying chocolate at a side market on the edge of the village.  It was good!  

At Miguels there is ceremony every night.  He has 12 children, 10 of whom still live at home, 2 with their husbands.  Two of his sons are training in the shamans path and assist with all his ceremonies.  One of the daughters husbands leads ceremonies when Miguel is away.  Other local shamans visit regularly and participate in the ceremonies too, playing their music, watching guard over the spirits.  I cannot tell you how much I love the interplay of the various shamans!  Some of them, their music is pure lullabies, it rocks me and soothes me and takes me on flights of fancy so childlike and sweet.  Some of them, they are powerful allies, and one night when I was vomiting particularly horrendously, I looked up to see one of them in the distance, with his staff, looking out over the river.  When he saw me look at him he walked over, and holding hands he sweetly led me/carried me back to the lodge.  His kindness in that moment was as healing as any of the visions.  

Miguel teaching us about medicinal plants

Piriri.  He laughs as he tells us, when using this one no carne, no queso, no sexa, no picante! :)

In addition to natem ceremonies we also had a rite of passage trek to sacred waterfalls.  We took no water or food with us, and only drank from water sources we found along the way.  We made our beds by cutting palm and banana leaves from the forest, and tended 4 separate fires through the camp.  The men and the women were taken to two separate waterfalls, and here we chewed fresh tobacco leaves, hiked into the waterfall itself, prayed for the help of the water spirits in our journeys, and hiked back down.  We then met the men back at camp, and all of us drank sacred tobacco juice at the rock designated for this purpose centuries ago.  We then went to bed, waiting for our visions.  If we had any, we were to go the sacred rock to meet the spirits of either the anaconda, the jaguar, the condor, or the eagle.  Yes, I had visions, yes, I went to the rock, yes I met a spirit, yes, there was a dramatic moment and it woke the whole camp.  After this Aurora got sick and I was instructed how to heal her.  That was a shaky moment because we were up high in the hills and I had to have complete trust in the shaman and the methods.  It worked.  Later in the week Mathias got the fever, and I again healed him with the shamans ways.  Then I got sick, and they healed me, with sacred lemon essences and prayers and smelling fumes I held in a kerchief over my face.  

Jaguar!

Female Jaguar!

in traditional dress

The natem ceremonies in the jungle, they are not like in Europe.  Europe is very happy clappy compared to what happens here.  It is major purging, major work for generations of people which happens in the space of one body, major work for the planet and its future, total surrender and self sacrifice are required.  Nine nights was too much for me!  The visions, they are a-ma-zing a-ma-zing a-ma-zing ad infinitum.  I will never forget them!  But they are not the main point here.  The main point is to wake up from ordinary consciousness forever.  Can I just tell you this is no paradise?  I am not really so sure I want to be awake and I am sort of hoping I'll return to who I was before I left at any moment….not likely.  I can just tell you that heaven and hell are not so dissimilar, and this is the basis of true human kindness.  

Here we bathe in the river, wash our clothes in the river, play with the monkey named Poncho and the pet parrots, bead in the traditional way, and nap.  Being a worker, I feel out of my mind sometimes!  The work is simply being.  And it is so what I needed.  And though it is a harsh and difficult lifestyle, it is good to experience it.  All of us who were born into the privileged lives of Europe and America must live in the dirt for awhile, interact with true indigenous beliefs, and become at one with more of the human race, with more of the planets eco systems and the huge variety of people systems.  One thought that comes again and again is that there is no going back.  The old ways, there are here, they will remain here, anchored by those who are born into them and will continue to breathe spirits into them.  The modern ways, they are here, they will remain here, anchored by those who must and who need to find a way to improve the design and flow of technologies for the future.  Synergy between these, this is key.  One day, we will have shamanic methods in our healthcare systems as a first matter of course, and the indigenous peoples will be honoured as they deserve.  We will also have clean water, adequate cooking facilitates, and easy methods of connection with the outside world available to those who live in the bush.  And the movement between will be that of harmonious respect and reverence.  Green everywhere, hands in the dirt everywhere, bare feet everywhere, real human kindness everywhere.  Life can and will be an endless ceremony one day, for all people.  It is in the way of saying hello, in all of the little exchanges.  Peace.

learning the beadwork

with parrots and beaded jaguar necklace

beading by the fire

Sweet Virgin

Last night was my first ceremony in the jungle.  That's really all there is to say about it! ;-)


i feel you
trees i feel you
water i feel you
rivers i heal you
as you wash me pure
little ones
so scared
i am angry for you
right here right now
we are born together
into luminous bodies of light


Aho.


and please, know that there is more to be said that could take hours and hours, and those stories are meant to be sounded, to be seen in the eyes.  may our eyes meet soon! with love~

Pure High White

Love. Action. Fire. Wind. Breath and Breathlessness.  Love opening up inside. Angel eyes looking out.  In all of us! Do you see them?  The lovely sweet innocent eyes of more and more people every week?  I do.  And I see myself differently too, a shadow full of light, a little flame upon the planet :)  Being something of a realist, I have been waiting and watching to see how the earths changes, her own blueprint for evolution, would actually affect us.  I wasn't sure how dramatic or not it would be.  I mean, every era feels the majesty and beauty of change within its cycle.  Today, yesterday, the day before, tomorrow, I just laugh because it is so real. Magic is returning....

At the pro-test site in London the sacred has entered at last.  On the 11th I participated in a giant sacred circle that became a peace march that became public ceremony at the courts of justice, the home of the prime minister, and buckingham palace.  I drummed my little hands blue and frozen to the frame.  And it was powerful.  This past weekend, as I walked about, there were little candles everywhere, i blew kisses to all my friends, we laughed, traded books on Buddhism, and it just feels radically less stringent, more and more free.  We are having visioning workshops now, and I co-designed and helped to paint a new banner saying "Visioning Alternatives to crisis. 99%"  100% is only a few years off I reckon. Something beautiful is here.


Hannif is a word in the Sufi tradition meaning purity.  Hannif has been practiced since the time of Abraham or even longer.  It is the opening of the heart seed through fire, the fire of love.  Love is what is here, pouring into us and through us and out of us.  Yesterday, as I rested and recharged, walked in nature, and reflected on the intensity of change and growth across the globe, I spoke a little praise for hannif: My heart is split wide open, like a seed tossed into the fire, cracked and popping with sound and sparks, and little germ, baby soft, shoots into the stars.  

In Ayahuasca hearts are also burst wide open.  A great purging happens, and then light!  Our natural connectedness, which we often forget, comes rushing back to the forefront.  A sensation of all humanity, plant life, earth creatures, and star beings - as one - emerges through the body.  It is beautiful and wonderful.  Many many times this past few weeks that sensation has opened in my students, my interactions with friends, in ceremony.  This feeling, this which I am so clumsily trying to put into words in this post and this blog, is the crucx of our revolution, our turning point as a species and a planet.  It is the work of zillions of souls, billions of ceremonial prayers, thousands of years, and decades of activism, truly happening now. 

I wish I could give you a taste of
the burning fire of Love.
There is a fire
blazing inside of me.
If I cry about it, or if I don't,
the fire is at work,
night and day.
People make clothing to cover their intellect,
but the heart of Lovers
is a shroud,
inflamed in golden hues of Love  ~Mevlana Rumi~


May our world be full to the brim with love and lovers!  Happiness is our human birthright.  Laughter. Music. Dance.  While earth may never be a utopia of sorts, as it is a ground for evolutionary development which embraces both the dark and light, we can, as humans and creatures and beings upon this planet, know and claim our collective birthright.  I believe that is what we are doing now, in our communities, our practices, our pro-tests, and our occupations.  This is why it cannot be stopped, it is so much bigger than any of us! 

Pure. High. White. Fire. Love.

Shamanic Purpose

Blood flowing. Earth. Woman.  I am her.  She is me.  We are one.  I don't especially like it.  This is not fluffy, and it is not often fun.  I listen to my friends in the New Age circuit talk about joy and love and the glow of opening up, and yes, I have so many moments like this each day, they are just the normal kind of diamond rolling light from the eyes moments I expect anymore.  What is more interesting at this particular juncture is the something else that is happening to me that has never happened before.  So, let me backtrack....


When I went through the process to become a semazen I  went through hell, and experienced heaven.  My life changed so radically it did not seem possible from the outside looking in.  I let go, and let go, and let go some more, until I wound up washed up on the sunny shores of California, resting for 5 months.  Then, I was tested again.  I fought and fought and fought and created a pathway back to the UK, set up a life here, and cancelled everything except for tea with friends and teaching.  Life opened up so beautifully, the fast rushes of diamond light which gave me glorious ecstasy sort of mellowed, and more grounded visionary experiences came to me through Ayahuasca and through trance dance.  I began to really communicate with and through my visions, and to map otherworlds of a scope I had not known before.  The Buffalo Vision was born.  

Then, last August I participated in a Sun Moon Native American dance.  I wrote about it some earlier.  The dance lasted 4 days, I was a dog soldier helping out, and I had the most powerful visions I have ever had.  They are so astounding that I will not speak of them except to say that they happened.  


Every one of these experiences was initiatory.  I thought that was enough, enjoyed a month off, a holiday in Spain....but it seems that now, our great creator has further plans for me, just as for all humanity.  Right now, as I am working in the capacity of raising consciousness both by teaching and by facilitating at Occupy, a great and mighty earthquake is rendering my soul.  I have never cried like this before!  Weeks solid now, in all of my private moments, and it does not stop.  I am doing ceremony and saying prayers as my intuition is teaching me, and everyday it does not stop.  I am astounded, begging the lord for mercy, saying please, please let this cup pass from me, and I know, I know that the prayer Jesus said on Gethsemane has been said by many many shamans and healers through time and space, and it is a prayer of mighty rendering.  

by Susan Seddon Boulet

This is a phase.  It will pass, as I learn to integrate the new perceptual pathways and the energies moving.  As I understand and use maps for this new terrain, it will settle.  It has happened before, the waves were just a little smaller then.  The spiral widens.  And now, I expect that these phases of the spiral will open and settle in waves like this for probably the rest of my life.  My close close friend was over the other night and she said, You cannot turn back now, or something very bad will happen, you are a star, and I cannot change it for you, only offer you a place to rest. 

This is the meaning of surrender, to give up ones life to something bigger, and bigger, and bigger, and bigger, until there is no 'life' left, only no end.  "The time of the lone wolf is over.  Gather yourselves!  All that is done now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration." {Hopi Prophecy}  In a sacred manner, we walk.  In a sacred manner to the east, to the west, to the north, and to the south we walk.  In a sacred manner we walk upon the sky and under the bowels of the earth.  In a sacred manner we walk within our heart, our one beating heart.  I am finding my role and my purpose within new earth, or rather, it is finding me.  I cry now, in celebration, for this is a glorious wedding, and all of us are at the wedding feast.  


Much Love~

Dates for your Diary

Involvement in the worlds dramas is something each of us must choose and decide upon: which causes to support, which people to interact with and commit to, how much time and effort to place in any particular location, in what ways to share our talents and reinforce what we believe in. With the revolution for a new humanity underway, we must each of us now consider these questions fully.  

Christopher M. Bach, an author who writes about near death and psychedelic experience, speaks extensively of relationships between the individual and the species mind. "Each one of us carries within us the collective diseases of our time.  If our society is ill, each of us has a share in its illness. If our society is racist, sexist, violent, or consumed by greed, these diseases live in our collective soul. The cells of these cancers are distributed among all of us because our lives are the tissues that make up the psychic organs of the species-mind...The species-mind both defines the edge of learning for each generation and integrates the learning of its individual members at a centralized level of awareness...At the death-rebirth level, personal pain can blend with collective pain so deeply that they cease to register as separate phenomena and are instead experienced as but different localized expressions of a single movement...The larger story is humanity's collective evolution and divinity's progressive involution into spacetime." From "Dark night, Early Dawn" 2000.  We are one, we are publicly cleansing our collective pollution and pain, we are opening to solutions for this moment, together.


Below are some VERY IMPORTANT links and videos for you.  Dates for massive coordinated action in the near future aim to foreground love and local involvement in the movement, to pull our energy out of the banking institutions, and to begin new lifeways.  

Shut the Banks Down: First Wave Nov 5th  

Shut the Banks Down: Second Wave Dec 5th  

Stop Oil Consumption Nov 22nd    And Beyond - Get Involved -

The sheikh of our dervish group in London consistently reminds us that we do need to play our part in the drama of life, but that we must also remember the drama is already played out.  I translate this to the mantra, show up and trust.  Please, consider what your role is in creation of New Earth, what you must show up to.  Then, show up in every way that your heart implores, stay strong, and trust.  We are one big evolving heart, beating in tune to the involuting heart of all that is.  So bang on the drum!!  

In the words of a dear dear friend, "the infinite is in love with displays of time." The majestic flowering of human consciousness, that joy we are now birthing, is present, here, in you, in me, in glorious displays of action!


Directory to join Your Local Occupation

Medicine

Healing and Medicine. Hand in Hand. Sun and Moon. Water and Earth. Fire and Wind. Symbiosis.  


Elementally, medicine is the ether, the space which balances, the precision of metal, the place behind all psychic constructs where form and formless meet.  At least, that is my experience of medicine in the most ancient profound sense.  We all recognize that drugs and surgery, allopathic bandaids, do not work at healing and as such, cannot be considered true medicine.  For two centuries, maybe three, they have provided benefit, but at a cost to the next several centuries which is astronomical. Tell me, do you really want to give your infant water saturated with antidepressants, birth control, and resistant strains of bacteria? Are hysterectomies really the answer to menopause?  While pig valves in the heart and organ transplants have saved us much grief and provided opportunity for longer or more intense soul growths among the population, we have by and large utilized our capacity for ingenious technology in seeking ways to mask and numb ourselves.  Where is the healing in that?

As a female shaman, or healer, or artist, or writer, I try to seek out the root of problems in consciousness, or issues, to unfurl them from darkness and lay them upon a quality of light for exposure and witness. This differs from methods which cure by confrontation.  The warrior ways are also effective, and sometimes I employ them, but in general I prefer coaxing, journeying, or deep hanging out, so that depths may empty of themselves and create individually perfect paths toward wholeness.  Paths which lead into a presence of being co-created and co-embodied in the moment.  Shamanistic or energetic methods may not keep one from death, they may not bypass grief or discomfort, but they will provide a watershed of healing at the soul level.  And this, this is why we are here on the planet!  

Our medicines, they can work in concert with the 'modern' systems of science, especially in the next 50 years or so while we collectively shift our major thought patterns about healing.  For example, energetic modalities do wonders to heal the trauma from surgeries, and are already prescribed widely across South America following face lifts!  Plant medicine holds us in her own ways.  And loving kindness is in high demand :)  At physical, subtle, causal, divine levels, there are medicines here for us to receive in the now, medicines which will shape our futures and our bodies toward harmony.  

Each shaman, lightworker, bodyworker, will have their personal set of methods, won by deep personal questing and burning in the fires of purification.  The resonance of healings any one of us can share is equal to the persons we will encounter who require our healing.  For me, I am committed to truth, to the breaking up of anything in the way of a powerful and beautiful life.  Nourishment shall come from light, from source, and all possible obstacles shall be cleared while the one who needs healing is held, held in a deep embrace.  The web and matrix of interconnection is so deft, so subtle and precise that as we just get out of the way resonances naturally flow and meet up. 

Let us open our arms!

Manifesting Dreams

Oh the dreams and visions that are in the heart!  Centers and gardens, communities and platforms for peace, dances, children, ancestors and loves, work, direction, passion, stillness, fire!  Stepping down the inspiration of spirit from the crown into physical reality is a journey!  In Advaita Vedanta this is seen as a process of moving into form from divine levels of reality - through causal and subtle levels - into physical realities.  In Polarity Cosmology the process moves from etheric realities of the spirit into far reaching visions of the third eye - visions are made physical at the lightest levels of density on the breath of the spoken word - they marinate and then sprout in the centers of the heart - become actionable will in the fire center - are moved on, flowing forth through emotional commitment - then finally shape takes form as dense matter on the Earth.  

As an artist, I love these processes!!  And I am moving into the caduceus of manifestation in this instant.  I am speaking to you of my visions, as they have now grown sprouts, and are becoming actionable, full of emotional current.  Specific to this fortnight are the dances! =)  

In my most recent night of visioning with Ayahuasca I was taught to dance.  I was shown specific movements by a person who was all in gold, who shimmered with light and gold, and whose garments had a trim of black.  In the morning, I danced a bit of the dance.  I have spoken of it to a few people, and next week I will enter into the active rehearsal process, shaping and growing the movement or matrix which will form the structure of my first vision-based solo piece.  In the process of speaking, a student of mine from a continent and years away showed up in my life, fresh into her newly discovered passion for historical costume design :)  She spoke to me of how to research my vision, and the fire center set to work in a sleepless night of google image passion =)  What I found brought me to humble servitude....

First, I began with Golden Dancers: 

She is from Thailand.  The hat and shapes are very close, but not quite perfect to my vision.














Then, I found her:


She is from Tibet, and getting closer.
















Finally, I come across this one and label it 'Best Dancer'.


This turns out to be Padmapani.  This is the golden one who was teaching me!  This is the dance I am dancing!  I continue to research and find that Padmapani was prominent in the 4th-5th Centuries, with the highest concentration of statues from this period found in Kathmandu Valley, Nepal.  Well, I have been saying since I was 9 years old that someday, when I am an old woman, I am going to live in a cave in Nepal :)  This excites me so much, but there is still more! 

As I continue to research Padmapani I find out that he is a dancer and messenger for Ahmitabha the Buddha of Infinite Life.  Ahmitabha and Amitayus are one and the same.  AND I have had a picture of Amitayus on my altar now for four and a half years!!  I had no idea who this was, but I loved him immediately when I saw the image, and even wrote his purpose into the essay that got me the graduate school spot which moved me to England where I met the friend who introduced me to the Shaman with whom I had my dancing visions :)  Love~  Oh glorious love which is there all along to guide us, whether we know it or not.

Padmapani - My Favorite Version

Ahmitabha - glowing with light!

We have been working through the night and the day just now, my student and I, drawing from across levels to craft and weave a costume (or two or three!) of beauty and truth. 

Happy happy joy joy! Ohmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm