Silent Lucidity

I am spending my summer learning new things like making this video (my first ever), and loved this! And keeping my hands in the dirt growing lots of wonderful beautiful things. Life is good and rich!

Loving the life I have.

My life is Beautiful..............

What if?

What if you slept?

And what if,
In your sleep
You dreamed?

And what if,
In your dream,
You went to heaven
And there plucked
A strange and
Beautiful flower?

And what if,
When you awoke,
You had the flower
In your hand?


.... Ah, what then?

Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1772-1834

A Republic of Spirit

Pisces New Moon, March 7, 2008

“Pisces is an era of storms and of wholesale disintegration. But Piscean winds of destiny may impel [people] of vision and courage to discover many a “new world,” as much as they destroy or suffocate the many who stubbornly resist change. Pisces is an era of often sharp and violent repolarization. It is an era of purgation and cleansing. Tradition has made of the month proceeding the vernal equinox a period of fasting and repentance. Beginning with Ash Wednesday, the devotee of the New Life must learn to identify...willingly with the death of all established structures...must be willing to face the chrysalis state for the sake of the butterfly-to-be. Pisces is the mythical Deluge and the age of universal dissolution....[Humanity] must cling to no stability or no past greatness. “No-security” is...the only possible security

Dane Rudhyar, “The Pulse of Life”

“No security is the only possible security.” (Perhaps we need to share this insight with George Bush & Co.!) We need to understand this lesson of the sign of Pisces if we want to survive the coming years of change and transformation. With this New Moon in Pisces, we find ourselves at the end of a cycle – both a yearly cycle and coming soon, a larger cycle - the end of the Piscean Age. The Mayan Calendar is only one of many indications that our way of life is about to change. And so we all must wake up to the new life that is coming to meet us.

But first we have to acknowledge that we are in the Death aspect of the cycle of Life. And unfortunately, most people don't want to hear that. Fear is the Guardian of the Threshold, the monster that guards the gate of Death. But what Pisces tells us is that once we let go of our security and of our fears, and let God/dess, once we die to the little self, there is Rebirth and Renewal through the larger SELF. After Winter comes Spring. Just ask Mother Earth!

When the time comes to face Death, we discover something: that's when we feel most alive! That's when we find this impossible sense of security in “no-security”! So let's try to understand what Pisces has to teach us.

And so we come to Pisces: finality yet expectancy; gentleness with a touch of mystery; transitions hidden in every corner of your being; issues too great and lofty to involve your little self; an eternal unrest which reflects on the 'unreality' of life.

Since Pisces is the last sign of the Zodiac, it is the sign that expresses what we've been and done throughout the rest of the Cycle. In Aries, we begin with the importance of having our own sense of identity. In Taurus, we learn about what we value so we can build something lasting. In Gemini, we learn to think for ourselves and communicate with others. In Cancer, we learn about our emotional needs – what nourishes us and grounds us. In Leo, we learn to play and create and express ourselves. In Virgo, we learn to shape ourselves into a whole being. In Libra, we learn to relate to others. In Scorpio, we learn to share ourselves with others. In Sagittarius, we discover our beliefs about Life and Spirit. In Capricorn, we grow up and contribute to our world. In Aquarius, we become part of the larger group. And we end up with Pisces, where we return to our source with the story of what we've discovered about Life.

In Pisces, we learn to let our small ego dissolve into the Divine source of Life and discover new worlds beyond what our senses and consensus 'reality' knows. Creativity and Imagination are the keys to understanding Pisces. Carl Jung's theory of the Collective Unconscious fits Pisces' profile. We return to the Source for renewal.

“Transcendence, overcoming, piercing through illusions and false security, severance of social ties, embarking for the great adventure with utter faith and in denuded simplicity of being: all these things are to be learned from Pisces. Man is here face to face with himself, and with that Greater Self which he names: God...Man sheds here his social vestures and stands bare before God within – that is, before the Christos, the burden of his future Destiny.” Rudhyar

This is the task that has faced Western Civilization for the last 2000 years during the Age of Pisces – and we'd better be ready to finally learn the lesson as we approach its End. Our lives and our world depend on it! And many of us are doing it, aren't we? The energy of Pisces now calls to anyone who has learned some of its lessons to turn back and help those of our brothers and sisters who don't know how to wake up to this great Truth. We are the ones who must put aside temper, anger, rage, selfishness and shine our light so others can see what a Human Being can BE. The world needs shining examples of the Human Spirit.

One of Pisces great lessons is that we cannot abandon those who are not yet 'awake' because the deepest lesson of Pisces is that we are all One, that 'reality' is one organic whole. Pisces highest expression is compassion. Pisces insists that our spiritual awareness is what calls us to help change ourselves and then the world and our culture. It is only through Pisces Inspiration (to breathe in Spirit) that we'll be able to transform our society into 'the Republic of Heaven' - as The Golden Compass's author Philip Pullman names it. No longer a Kingdom – or an Empire – but a true Republic of Spirit.

The Sabian Symbol for 18 Pisces is: In a gigantic tent, villagers witness a spectacular performance. ...the time has come for the individual to dare to present himself and his works to his community for applause, or for the purpose of attracting a following.

If you have any planets in mutable or fixed signs at 18 degrees, this New Moon will affect your life. Step out onto the stage in the tent and go for it! If you don't know exactly what you want to do, spend time with nature, create some art, listen to music and dance, allow yourself to just BE and surrender to Great Spirit.

This New Moon in Pisces conjoins the planet Uranus – the energy of Awakening, Revolution and sudden changes. (And interestingly, it is opposite the position of the conjunction of Uranus and Pluto that energized the 60s.) A new moon is a seed time, a time of breakthrough and birth. With Uranus energizing it, we can break through the boundaries that bind us to our linear 'reality' and see beyond our problems – which are legion – to their resolutions. Use your imagination to find your Soul's answer to your life. Instead of trying to discover the secret of abundance, perhaps we all need to discover what our Spirit came to this beautiful planet to discover and create.

[A quick aside: As many of you know, I do have a problem with this idea of constantly invoking abundance, which usually means more money or 'things' that we desire. It smacks of Capitalistic Spirituality to me. Abundance of Spirit is the real goal of life. So watch this very sweetly done video called, The Story of STUFF, about how we've been programed to consume – http://www.storyofstuff.com/ and start concentrating on accumulating riches in your inner world.]

Neptune, the ruler of Pisces, is conjoined with Venus and Mercury in Aquarius, helping us connect with our Higher Self and each other. Find your community – we have to learn to work in groups to have a more powerful effect. Jupiter, the traditional ruler of Pisces, offers us opportunities to find ways to contribute our talents and our Light to our troubled society. Don't be afraid to speak your truth, and show people your wisdom.

Mars entered Cancer on Tuesday, March 4th – returning to the sign in which it went retrograde back in November. It opposes Pluto hours before the New Moon for the 3rd time at 1 Cancer/Capricorn. (The 1st time on 9/21/2007 at 26 Gemini/Sagittarius; the 2nd time on 1/2/2008 at 29 Gemini/Sagittarius.) While this opposition can cause anger,frustration and explosions of temper, consciously engaged with we can finally discover what we really need to nurture ourselves and our lives in these changing times. What do we really need to have a full and fulfilled life? Perhaps it is the people we love. Perhaps it is helping others. Perhaps it is getting our creative ideas out into the world. Give yourself time this Friday to meditate and let your inner being have a say in what's really important right now.

March 19-20 – Vernal (Spring) Equinox.

As I dare to present myself and my gifts to my community, please come out to my tent and watch the spectacular show!
Announcing The Dream Lady Show:
New time: Every Monday night – on the Moon's day
6pm Pacifice Daylight Time
9pm Eastern Daylight Time
At: www.helloworld.com/cathypagano
Click on the broadcast tower and click on the newest Dream Lady show.
I will be interpreting your dreams – and you'll have a chance to instant message me so I can ask questions about the dreams and you can ask questions of me.
If you'd like a dream interpreted, send it to me no later than Monday morning. I'll chose which dreams I can work with. Email me at cathypagano@helloworld.com

copied from an article at http://www.opednews.com/

11:11 and Veteran's Day

"...this memorial is for those who have died, and for us to remember them." - Maya Ying Lin, designer, Vietnam Veterans Memorial Wall

Heroes
By Jared Jenkins

In war, there are lives risked and lives taken
Men and women giving their best to defend what they love
They defend their country
Their honor
Their people

Some call them soldiers
Others call them heroes

Our veterans have risked their lives for us
They have lived through hell and fought with honor
Many have killed
And regret doing so

For every life, there is a soul
For every soul, there is a life
For those who have died, we show great appreciation and remembrance
For those who live, along with them live the horrific memories of battle
Some, memories of defeat
Some, memories of victory

Our veterans were more than soldiers
They were, and still are heroes

A great change is taking place all over the world. We read books, search the internet, talk to others, pay attention to media, meditate, but last and not least, on all counts, you have to go to your soul for the truth. We've come too far, have seen and experienced too much not to understand where it is all headed. Unlike the past, this is the two minute warning and you must find the truth now, to be ready to detach from the grid when it all hits the fan.

Many people say that America is dying only a ghostly silhouette remains of her great beauty and majesty. I think those people are wrong. America is only in a time of great change and upheaval, giving birth. Giving birth to a whole new world of being. And this new world of being is brought about by all the heroes that you pass day in and day out, and never even give a second glance too. All the little people. The bible says "the meek shall inherit the earth". And all those power hungry, mad, money hungry, selfish egomaniacs at the top of that old pyramid will never even figure it out until it's too late.

America is filled with heroes, little people who go about their lives, loving one another, doing their jobs and giving their hearts and their blood. America will never run out of heroes.

Little people like Flora Brooks, Marriage of Honor

The telegram that arrived on Nov. 15, 1969, was not pessimistic: "Private First Class Johnny O Brooks was slightly wounded in action.

It gave 20-year-old Flora Brooks, recently married, no hint of how much her life was about to change.

"Since he is not, repeat not seriously injured, no further reports will be furnished," the telegram concluded.

Today, they are growing old together, but not in the way either had envisioned. There were no children, no exotic vacations, not even any more of the simple fishing trips they had enjoyed before Johnny Brooks was drafted into the Army — three weeks after their wedding _and sent to Vietnam.

He returned home without a leg and soon lost the other, along with his ability to speak and the use of his arms.

Today, Flora Brooks continues to serve as nursemaid and constant companion to a husband who is confined to a bed, unable to talk or move on his own.

She never imagined any other way: "I'm so thankful that we were married," she said.

And all the little people that bring offerings of love to honor their heroes at the Viet Nam Memorial -

Vietnam Memorial Anniversary

They are lined up like footnotes to the names etched on the Vietnam Veterans Memorial's polished black granite, leaning against its base, some a collective tribute to the fallen, others bearing a message for just one of the dead.

An American Legion uniform cap from Kansas, a police patch from a town in Georgia, a note to "GRAMDADAD" that appears to have been written by the unpracticed hand of a young child. A homemade plaque with plastic red poppies pasted to it, dedicated to a "Band of Brothers."

Poems from middle school students.

"We met once when you played golf with my dad," reads one note, written hastily on a piece of yellow notebook paper, addressed to a Major Shaw. "You served together in Vietnam. He made it back to us. I'm saying goodbye."

Since the memorial was completed in 1982, it has become a de facto shrine with more than 100,000 offerings for the dead and messages from survivors left by the millions who visit it each year.

That number is likely to grow in the coming days. National Park Service officials say milestones like Veterans Day this Sunday and the memorial's 25th anniversary on Tuesday inevitably lead to floods of new items at the wall, as veterans gather at the site on the National Mall and the memories of the war that ended more than 30 years ago are renewed.

The nature of the mementos has changed. In the beginning, it was mostly veterans who dropped off unit patches, Purple Hearts, photos of lost soldiers or old pairs of Army boots. But with many veterans now in their 60s, members of a younger generation — including grandchildren of veterans and the fallen — are making contributions.

On a recent day, a baseball card from a boy named Nicholas was propped against the wall, with a note that read "For my grandfather."

On the eleventh day, of the eleventh month, at the eleventh hour, "Armistice Day". All the men fighting in the "war to end all wars" laid down their arms, hugged their brothers and declared an end to war, and called for peace around the world.

Physical reality is a consciousness program created by digital codes. Numbers, numeric codes, define our existence. Human DNA, our genetic memory, is encoded to be triggered by digital codes at specific times and frequencies. Those codes awaken the mind to the change and evolution of consciousness. 11:11 is one of those codes, meaning activation of DNA.

You will note that seeing 11:11 frequently creates synchronicities in your life.

The year 2011 will have great significance and consciousness will evolve in full swing. January 1, 2011 we find - 1/1/11 which could be seen as 1111. November 11 - 11/11/11. This promises to accelerate consciousness toward 2012.

2012 links to the Mayan Calendar end time at 11:11 UT, Universal Time. (December 12, 2012).

11 is a double digit and is therefore considered a Master or Power Number. In Numerology 11 represents impractical idealism, visionary, refinement of ideals, intuition, revelation, artistic and inventive genius, avant-garde, androgynous, film, fame, refinement fulfilled when working with a practical partner. Eleven is a higher octave of the number two . It carries psychic vibrations and has an equal balance of masculine and feminine properties. Because eleven contains many gifts such as psychic awareness and a keen sense of sensitivity, it also has negative effects such as treachery and betrayal from secret enemies.

Many associate 11:11 with a wake-up code/alarm as they see it on digit clocks and watches. It can also be seen as a key to unlock the subconscious mind, our genetic encoded memories, that we are spirits having a physical experience, not physical beings embarking on a spiritual experience.

11:11 or derivatives of these numbers, 111 and 11, are digits that repeat in time thus a metaphor for reality as patterns that repeat in time for us to experience. This can refer to the rise and fall of civilizations, our personal experiences and lessons, loops in time. They are cycles of time that create and recreate following the blueprint.

Ellie and 11:11 .... In 1991, when I was hosting the talk show "The Metaphysical Experience", a woman named Solara was my guest. Her topic was Activation of the 11:11 Doorway. It was all about ascension and the beginning of awareness of the 11:11 code. In 1995, a Crystalinks' reader named Joe emailed about his experiences with the numbers 111:111, hence the file you are reading was first created and in so doing I took a long hard look at this phenomena experienced by those around me. Each time Joe was about to go through another major spiritual awakening, an epiphany of some kind, those numbers would appear in his physical experience to signal the upcoming change. The numbers say, "Pay attention!"

11 represents spiraling twin strands of human DNA moving into higher frequency of consciousness.

11 represents balance.

11+11=22=4=Time. 22 is a Master or Masonic Number.

Some souls see a Golden Age emerging, as told by the ancient prophets. Gold refers to Alchemy , the alchemical changes that are taking place in our bodies in the evolution of consciousness.

Reality as a geometric design is based on numbers (universal language) that repeat in cycles to create the linear time experiment. In Pythagorean Numerolgy, a cycle is based on 9. 9=End. 9/11= end of the DNA biogen(et)ic program running at the moment.

Terrorism and 11:
09/11/01 - 9/11 - September 11 Attacks in NYC -- Crystalinks File
03/11/04 - 3/11 - Madrid Bombings
07/11/06 - 7/11 - Mumbai (formerly Bombay) train bombings

We all have one or more numeric codes that follow the blueprint of Sacred Geometry. It is about the spirals of consciousness, Fibonacci Numbers, the Golden Spiral, also found in perfection, in the exact proportions in the Great Pyramid.

Most digital codes that evoke memory are double digits or countdowns such as 1, 2, 3, 4 ,5 or 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0, which goes to Zero Point Merge

You will experience a sudden awakening after which reality is never the same. You are going to create clarity, healing and balance for yourself. Do not expect others in your life to be on this journey with you. It is yours alone as it is for most souls. You will have to seek new friends of like mind who are also being triggered by the digits. Once you open the Digital Door, there is no going back. Your soul will automatically and quickly move you from level to level of experience until you 'get it'. Your consciousness is expanding and therefore you will, manifest faster and with greater comprehension, becoming more aware of the meaning of synchronicities that will become more and more frequent. They are created by your soul creates to help you remember that you are a soul spark in a physical program that is about to end, evolve back to higher consciousness.

Once you see your numeric codes, you have activated something in your DNA codes and they will continue to appear until you 'get the message' ... it is 'time' to move on.

Upon seeing your digit encoded numbers, you may feel a sense of urgency or related emotions. Chill out! For NOW there is TIME!

The numbers usually signal changes in the patterns of your life.

They may confirm something that you are experiencing whenever the numbers appear to you.

You may dream also about the numbers, linked with things you do not as yet understand, or wake up at the same time every night with those numbers on your digital clock, ie. 11:11

All the little heroes across the world will awake and yes peace will prevail, and yes the meek will inherit the earth. A new day dawns, the messages are everywhere, one only has to "awaken".

What was once lost, will soon be found ... Remember the Nostradamus images posted last week. The story of the Lion King dictates that this is the end of a lion's tale/tail ... a sudden flip of reality and the hourglass - the peacock, regeneration.

It truly is "the best of times and the worst of times". I am so happy to be here and so thankful for all the little heroes that are here with me.

The Origin of Dogs

Now we turn to a mystery that nearly equals the pyramid, though it is
a little known conundrum hidden in the mists of remote antiquity. Let
us start with a simple question that appears to have an obvious
answer: what is a dog? It turns out geneticists in the past decade
have shown the answer is not so obvious. In fact, generations of
anthropologists, archaeologists and wildlife biologists turned out to
be dead wrong when it came to the origins of "man's best friend".

Prior to DNA studies conducted in the 1990s, the generally accepted
theory posited that dogs branched off from a variety of wild canids,
i.e., coyotes, hyenas, jackals, wolves and so on, about 15,000 years
ago. The results of the first comprehensive DNA study shocked the
scholarly community. The study found that all dog breeds can be
traced back to wolves and not other canids. The second part of the
finding was even more unexpected - the branching off occurred from 40-150,000 years ago.

Why do these findings pose a problem? We have to answer that question with another question: how were dogs bred from wolves? This is not just difficult to explain, it is impossible. Do not be fooled by the pseudo-explanations put forth by science writers that state our Stone Age ancestors befriended wolves and somehow (the procedure is never articulated) managed to breed the first mutant wolf, the mother of all dogs. Sorry, we like dogs too, but that is what a dog is.

The problems come at the crucial stage of taking a male and female wolf and getting them to produce a subspecies (assuming you could tame and interact with them at all). Let us take this one step further by returning to our original question, what is a dog? A dog is a mutated wolf that only has those characteristics of the wild parent, which humans find companionable and useful. That is an amazing fact.

Think about those statements for a moment. If you are thinking that dogs evolved naturally from wolves, that is not an option. No scientist believes that because the stringent wolf pecking order and breeding rituals would never allow a mutant to survive, at least that is one strong argument against natural evolution.

Now, if our Paleolithic ancestors could have pulled off this feat, and the actual challenges posed by the process are far more taxing, then wolf/dog breeders today certainly should have no problem duplicating it. But like the Great Pyramid, that does not seem to be the case. No breeders have stepped up to the plate claiming they can take two pure wolves and produce a dog sans biogenetic engineering techniques.

The evolution of the domesticated dog from a wild pack animal appears to be a miracle! It should not have happened. This is another unexplained enigma.

And who gave the dog it's name? God spelled backwards?


http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/2498669.stm
Friday, 22 November, 2002, 05:03 GMT
Origin of dogs traced

Even puppies seem to have an innate understanding of humans

By Christine McGourty
BBC science correspondent

Dogs today come in all shapes and sizes, but scientists believe they evolved from just a handful of wolves tamed by humans living in or near China less than 15,000 years ago.

It looks as if 95% of current dogs come from just three original founding females

Matthew Binns, Animal Health Trust

Three research teams have attempted to solve some long-standing puzzles in the evolution and social history of dogs.

Their findings, reported in the journal Science, point to the existence of probably three founding females - the so-called "Eves" of the dog world.

They conclude that intensive breeding by humans over the last 500 years - not different genetic origins - is responsible for the dramatic differences in appearance among modern dogs.

One team studied Old World dogs to try to pin down their origins, previously thought to be in the Middle East.

The other team studied dogs of the New World and found they are not New World dogs at all, but also have their origins in East Asia.

Carles Vila, of Uppsala University, Sweden, one of the team studying the New World dogs, told BBC News Online: "We found that dogs originating in the Old World arrived to the New World with immigrating humans.

"Thus, even before the development of trade as we know it now, humans had to be exchanging dogs."

A pet now but an integral part of the story of human development
He added that exactly how or why humans domesticated dogs was not known, but the speed at which they seem to have multiplied and diversified indicates they played an important role in human life.

"I can imagine that if dogs were, for example, improving the quality of hunting, that would be a very great advantage for humans. It could even have made the colonisation of the New World easier.

"There must have been something advantageous about those dogs that made them extremely successful and allowed them to spread all over the world."

Peter Savolainen, of the Royal Institute of Technology, Stockholm, led the study of Old World dogs, analysing DNA samples taken from dogs in Asia, Europe, Africa and arctic America.

'Bit of a surprise'

His team found that, though most dogs shared a common gene pool, genetic diversity was highest in East Asia, suggesting that dogs have been domesticated there the longest.

"Most earlier guesses have focused on the Middle East as the place of origin for dogs, based on the few known facts - a small amount of archaeological evidence from the region, and the fact that several other animals were domesticated there," he says.

The researchers studied gene sequences from the dogs' mitochondrial DNA, which is inherited directly from the mother. The findings indicated that the major present-day dog populations at some point had a common origin from a single gene pool.
Matthew Binns, head of genetics at the Animal Health Trust in Newmarket, UK, said the findings were significant.

He told BBC News Online: "For the first time, there's relatively convincing evidence actually pinpointing the date at which the dog was domesticated and also the location of that domestication, which is a bit of a surprise.

"People have previously thought that a lot of species were domesticated in the Middle East and this data clearly shows domestication took place in East Asia."
He added: "It looks as if 95% of current dogs come from just three original founding females and I guess these are the Eves of the dog world."

Human evolution
In a separate study, researchers at Harvard University and the Wolf Hollow Wolf Sanctuary, both US, studied social cognition in dogs and were surprised by the findings.

In a simple experiment designed to compare their behaviour to those of wolves and our closest relative, the chimpanzee, the findings clearly showed that dogs - even young puppies - were far better at interpreting social cues from humans.

The food was hidden in little buckets
The dogs had to choose which bucket had food hidden underneath it, and the experiment was designed so they could not rely on their superb sense of smell. The scientists helped by pointing or looking in the direction of the hidden food.

Researcher Brian Hare said the dogs outperformed even the chimpanzees, and the puppies were as good as the older dogs, proving the skill was innate and not learned.

"During domestication there was some kind of change in their cognitive ability that allowed them to figure out what other individuals wanted using social cues. The biggest surprise was the puppies - even as young as nine weeks old, they're better than an adult chimpanzee at finding food."

He said the research might ultimately provide some clues as to how social skills evolved in humans.
http://www.wolfsongalaska.org/Canis_biogenetic_engineering.html

Dogs continue to be in the news lately, hammering our heads and hearts. The pet lovers among us can't help but notice, and the news stories make it glaringly apparent that something is missing in so many people.

Like this story http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/n/a/2007/10/26/national/a075118D67.DTL

A Gnostic Tale - The Romance of the Sun and the Moon

The Romance of the Sun and the Moon

The moon was alone one evening, shining in the midnight sky. Although she was surrounded by myriads of tiny, sparkly stars, she felt as if there was no one to understand her. She eagerly searched the skies for a friend, perhaps a meteor, with whom to discuss the joys and sorrows of her life. But there was nobody.

On the other side of the world, the sun yawned and awoke to shine his light upon the blue-green temples of God. He heard the call to worship, and saw the waves of people bowing and praying. He felt full of good will and charity towards the masses of God's servitors. Perhaps they were not holy, but at least they were faithful.

The moon stayed alone, suspended in the sky with none to touch her. A tiny star whispered to her of a great being, the sun, who brought joy and light to the world. She listened with interest, for it seemed that once, a long time ago, she had seen a being such as this. Beautiful as he was, the sun seemed always just beyond her reach. She would visit the places where he had been, and would always find that he had just left. Those who knew him spoke of his wonder and his glory, and she felt unworthy to be in his presence.

Now the sun was unaware of her yearning, for he was too busy making the crops grow and warming the world. Those who wished his light had only to look upward to heaven and he was there, beaming down upon them.

The moon continued to follow the sun, always coming nearer to him, always hearing that he had just left that portion of the sky, or was just over the next mountain range. Where before there was despair, now she was ever more hopeful, for she knew that she was approaching his presence.

She came closer and closer, until one glorious day came when she stood before him, naked and unafraid. The world looked up and saw only blackness - in the middle of the day. But the moon stood mid-way between the sun and the earth, and all of his glory was for her.

His light blotted out all of her loneliness, all of her pain, all of her past. She stood bathed in wonder before him, and his light filled her soul.

She passed away from him full of light and joy, and though his light was too bright to remember, it was also too powerful to forget. She was dizzy with wonder. As time passed, it seemed that she once had been a being full of light, yet it was so long ago…


Such is the soul of man, dear one. It yearns of the glorious light of Truth, which destroys all loneliness and memory. The many lives of man are as many times as the moon see the sun - after each, nothing remains but a vague idea of a beauty one seen. And there is always the longing, and always the return.




Hedwig and the Angry Inch - The Origin of Love

pletnev - rachmaninov, rhapsody on a theme of paganini: iii

Music to soothe your soul.

The Mysteries of Life

Seems like we're just plopped down here and don't noboby know why

From as far back as I can remember I have been filled with questions that no one could answer, and always the biggest question was who am I? Oh I see that reflection of me there in the mirror, but is that really me? As a child I would spend hours staring into the mirror trying to see deep into my own eyes, searching, searching for the answer of who was in there hidden behind those eyes. I'm still searching, still wondering, who is that, what is that, this strange observer watcher hidden behind the mask of who we really think we are.

Quantum physicists say that we create our reality, although this is a simplistic way of talking about some extremely complex science. They also say that time travel must be possible, but as far as I know, they don't say that our lives are pre-determined and that we are simply walking through pre-ordained experiences. The question of whether or not human beings have what has come to be known as "free will" is something that both religion and philosophy have questioned throughout the ages. If, as quantum science teaches, there are many (perhaps an infinite number of) parallel universes, it may be that the choices we make determine which one we'll find ourselves in. That could be where our free will comes in. And could one of these universes be what so many religions call "heaven?"

And why have I always had this strange "feeling" that I am here to do something, some purpose that only I can find out. And strangely, it seems we all have this strange feeling hidden within us, we all feel some calling.

Film _Matrix: Reloaded_

Architect: Hello, Neo.
Neo: Who are you?
Architect: I am the Architect. I created the Matrix. I've been waiting
for you. You have many questions, and though the process has altered your
consciousness, you remain irrevocably human. Ergo some of my answers you will
understand, and some of them you will not. Concordantly, while your first
question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize it is also the
most irrelevant.
Neo: Why am I here?
Architect: Your life is the sum of a remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the Matrix. You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which, despite my sincerest efforts, I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden assiduously avoided, it is not unexpected,and thus not beyond a measure of control. Which has led you, inexorably...

here.

Neo: You haven't answered my question.
Architect: Quite right.
Interesting. That was quicker than the others.

Stay tuned......................

Animals and Our Souls

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?"

"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.

"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.

"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

"Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked.

"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets."

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

"Excuse me!" he called to the man.

"Do you have any water?"

"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."

"How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog.

"There should be a bowl by the pump."

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.

The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, and then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.

"What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.

"This is Heaven," he answered.

"Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."

"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."

"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"

"No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.

We are less than 5 years now from the great year of 2012. And many theories abound as to what will happen to humanity. But to me, I feel intuitively that we are at some very important crossroad event. Humanity stands at the threshold of leaving this planet and journeying into space. And with the present ecological disasters going on now on this planet, do we deserve to have another one?

http://www.anaflora.com/articles/inter-sharon/interv-fox.html
Matthew Fox, a spiritual theologian, has been an ordained priest since 1967.

I think animals have so much wisdom to teach us at this time. Its just the wisdom that we have been ignoring. We have a lot of knowledge, but we are low on wisdom. A shaman I met two years ago said to me "The four legged ones are very worried about us two legged ones, very worried. So much so that they are having many, many conferences about us and they have concluded that they have to do something to help us. One thing they are going to do is to appear more in our dreams. The other thing is just to make themselves more visible and play a bigger role even in our domestic lives."
It's the humans responding to the pain and the call of Gaia and the creatures that we better change our ways and wake up - get smart.

http://abcnews.go.com/TheLaw/story?id=3265151
June 11, 2007 For nearly two years, pet owners from the low-lying Louisiana parish of St. Bernard have accused sheriff's deputies of having wantonly killed dozens of dogs they forced evacuees to leave behind during Hurricane Katrina in 2005, without regard to the dogs' size or the potential threat they might pose. One owner said her family was forced at gunpoint to leave its dog behind. Another owner said residents became frantic when, they said, they overheard one deputy claim that "once everybody's gone, we're going to have target practice tonight." They claim in court papers that deputies were under " authorization...of their superiors and employers. (picture of Gigi at link) This white poodle, Gigi, was among the dogs allegedly killed by authorities after their owners were forcibly evacuated during Hurricane Katrina. A lawsuit says an animal rescue worker found Gigi shot in the head.
Reading this story I was so filled with anger and heartache for this cruelty. But we are being shown this for a reason, it makes you ashamed doesn't it. And the people who committed these cruel acts see this shame mirrored in eyes all across the globe. I feel great pity for them. They were called upon in a great time of need, and they were sworn to serve and protect. And they allowed the shadow to take hold of their hearts, and some of them may never return from the shadow, and will be lost forever.

A great dying of wild creatures and our beloved pets is being shown to the ones of us who are looking. And it is breaking our hearts and a great cry goes out. And souls are awakening in shame of what they suffer for us.

Animals’ spiritual awareness, sensitivity to energy fluctuations, and extent of emotions and intelligence have long been underestimated or completely disregarded by unfeeling humans, the most brutal killers on Earth. Among some animal species, usually those most commonly considered pets, are highly evolved souls who have chosen to experience in animal bodies, thus they have far more wisdom and spiritual clarity than many within our human population. These animals have come specifically to enhance our relationship with all animal life because this is vital to our individual journeys to evolve to the higher vibrations where cruelty in any form cannot exist. Without the awakening that has come to those who are dedicated to improving the lives of animals, as a species we will perish and become extinct like the dinosaurs.

And we will have deserved it, perhaps the dinosaurs did too.

The clock hands are ticking. Are you listening? Your heart is.

This is as I, will dream it to be...

I saw the horses that carried the souls of those who thought they were sick and dying ride into the clouds their tails streaming behind them...and as they began to touch the darkness beyond the clouds their tails and manes became as brilliant multicolored fire, with their hoofbeats becoming a deafening roar...then I heard the laughter of the children they had once been rise above the sounds...and they called "look oh brothers and sisters, truely the weight of the illusion is lifted from us"...and the ramuda of lights became so many as to not be countable, streaking across the heavens so brghtly that even the sun could not dim their brightness...

Then I saw the elders sitting in the circles of the world, saying "what must we do to stop the suffering?" and into their circles the Owl flew to rest on the centerpole of the lodge. Many said "It is the Owl, great mystery is upon us", while others said "It is the Owl, disaster is near", and while still others said "It is the Owl, someone will be plucked from the illusion"... Then the Owl spoke, and as he did the smoke in the lodges began to churn and become two, side by side pictures of what was to come. "I am Owl, the watcher of all dreams, and I have a message. Both of these paths are possible, but only one will be chosen"...In the smoke shapes formed events, on one side was the decimation of a planet and its peoples...Wars fought with clubs and sticks and even humans feasting on others as all other food became tainted with the foulness of the wars. Disease and pain were rampant, as was cruelty and suffering...

In the other smoke was a planet of plenty and Spirit where it's peoples created all they needed as easily as thinking it, where creation was honored and life within the illusion was recognized as a step, not a destination. The animals had voices and the people heard and understood their wisdom, and the Spirits of those who had left the illusion gave wisdom to those still within. In this illusion the trappings of time were recognized as simple reminders to live to the fullest, and they held no fear for those there. Again the Owl spoke. "If you would live in the first world, you have only to continue as you are. The prophesied times are upon you, and you have chosen to dream this lesson into your world... But, if you would live in the second world, you have only to rechoose your dream. Once chosen, it will change the path of the prophesies, and your intent in every action will create the new illusion..."

I saw the elders in the circles begin to choose, some in the first direction, others in the other, until all had made the choice, and while I could not understand why any would choose the first, I knew that Creator had a reason for the choice. Then all at once I saw the very fabric of the illusion multiply into two, not as one and a new one, but two old ones that were close together. They merged and the rules of creation changed, where each could manifest their destiny according to their chosen intent, with a single thought...And once again they split into two, the two illusions mirroring the events of the smoke shapes. I stood in a lodge in the second illusion, as I had chosen, with the other elders that had done the same. The Owl slowly looked at us all once more, and flew off... We stepped out of the lodge to see a bright sky full of fiery horses thundering across the sky, and riding all upon them were the Spirits of those who had thought they were sick or dying, each flaming with energy and health so intense, that the sun grew brighter from their energy as they passed...and as we listened above the sound of our own joyous hearts, we could plainly hear their voices sounding like children reborn, as they flew overhead ... and laughed...

This is as I saw it, this is as it was. This is as I, will dream it to be...

- Mitakuye dysasin ... nake nula waun -

Row, Row, Row Your Boat

Row, Row, Row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream……….

Anne Sexton : Life into Art

A story, a story!
(Let it go. Let it come.)
I was stamped out like a Plymouth fender
into this world.
First came the crib
with its glacial bars.
Then dolls
and the devotion to their plastic mouths.
Then there was school,
the little straight rows of chairs,
blotting my name over and over,
but undersea all the time,
a stranger whose elbows wouldn't work.
Then there was life
with its cruel houses
and people who seldom touched -
though touch is all-
but I grew,
like a pig in a trenchcoat I grew,
and then there were many strange apparitions,
the nagging rain, the sun turning into poison
and all of that, saws working through my heart,
but I grew, I grew,
and God was there like an island I had not rowed to,
still ignorant of Him, my arms and my legs worked,
and I grew, I grew,
I wore rubies and bought tomatoes
and now, in my middle age,
about nineteen in the head I'd say,
I am rowing, I am rowing
though the oarlocks stick and are rusty
and the sea blinks and rolls
like a worried eyeball,
but I am rowing, I am rowing,
though the wind pushes me back
and I know that that island will not be perfect,
it will have the flaws of life,
the absurdities of the dinner table,
but there will be a door
and I will open it
and I will get rid of the rat inside of me,
the gnawing pestilential rat.
God will take it was his two hands
and embrace it.

As the African says:
This is my tale which I have told,
if it be sweet, if it be not sweet,
take somewhere else and let some return to me.
This story ends with me still rowing.

- "Rowing" by Anne Sexton, from The Awful Rowing Towards God

This rowing is very hard. Just when I think I have everything figured out. I realize I don't. And then the hardest part is I realize I am all alone. I can't bring anybody with me. I have to row this boat all alone.

I have been hitting my daughters over the head with all the wonderful new things I have discovered. Filled with enlightment and joy, I just want them to get on the boat with me. Go here, read this, listen to this. A shock to realize that they weren't listening at all. Then I had a vision of my little girl self patiently nodding my head to my mother who loved and strived her whole life to be what she thought God wanted her to be, and tried to make me come with her. My eyes glazed over, my ears grew plugs. Nodding my head, yes mother dear. But the whole time not listening at all. And I realize now that I can't make my daughters get in the boat with me. Only I can row, and row, and row.

It's lonely.

And now I realize, my mother was too.