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Guest Blog: “Soul Economics: UK Spending Review”

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Gideon Oliver Osborne UK Chancellor of the Exchequer (Photograph: Reuters)

Foreground: Gideon Oliver Osborne
UK Chancellor of the Exchequer

Background: David William Donald Cameron
UK Prime Minister
(Photograph: Reuters)

 

 

Dear David and Gideon,

 

That was a very cruel Spending Review you introduced to Britain yesterday, wasn’t it? Despite all the evidence of wrong-doing – from the theories underpinning your Austerity ‘programme’ to the names appearing on Calum’s List – you continue to refuse to change your ways. As far as you appear to be concerned, those already experiencing despair should, apparently, experience more for failing to be like you, shouldn’t they?; and those who experience the desire to die, as a result of your ideas, should hurry up and get on with it, shouldn’t they? After all, they are in your way to creating what you describe as a ‘free’ economy – who cares what the body-count is, provided you get your own way? There’s a reason why your photograph appears at the top of this. I wanted people to see your faces as you did it. You enjoyed this, didn’t you? It gave you pleasure and delight to cause unnecessary harm and suffering to millions of people, didn’t it?

 

When I look at your faces, I see no shame, no regret, no concern for those you intend to hurt and no regard for the consequences to others of your decisions. I wonder what others see?

 

Perhaps I ought to introduce myself to you. I am the first Otherworld Teacher of the Shaman who writes this blog – she’s kindly allowed me to ‘occupy’ her whilst I ‘pen’ this message to you. We both know that my words can only convey a very small part of our experience together but that’s OK. I only need one open heart to get my Message through into your world and I intend to the Gift of my shaman’s Soul to deal with your abuse of earthly power yesterday – I, too, can use Idea Seeds. The difference between us is this: I use the Seeds of Creation as well as the Seeds of Destruction.

 

Let me explain my problem with the two of you.

 

Each time you scatter your seeds of destruction – whether of the mind, soul or on Earth – all loving souls cry out to me and I have to answer. When your seeds drive those in despair to their earthly deaths, I am the one who meets them as they cross over into Spirit. These are not simply human Spirits; every factory-farmed chicken, every cruelly-treated animal, every tree cut down for profit, every life-form extinguished on Earth by you and those like you – I meet them on the Otherside of the Veil. They arrive in my arms, much like my Shaman did last night; wounded, bleeding, crying out in agony as a result of the ‘life’ you and your kind ‘created’ for them – and, in my arms, they are Healed.

 

Here’s something you two probably don’t know; every time I heal a Soul wounded by your kind of behaviour, I must become all the wounds inflicted. I do this because it is only when we experience these wounds for ourselves that we learn what is needed to heal them. I do not ‘order’ Souls to ‘get better’, as you do. The Souls who flee Life itself, dying and despairing, into my arms do not need such instruction – they would flourish on their own given half a chance. But you don’t allow that, do you? So every refusal; every denial; every lie; every theft; every cruel thought you have ever directed at these Souls is written in their wounds – and I, as my Father’s Son, take on every single one. Everything you and your ‘friends’ have done, I know – especially those actions you have forgotten.

 

How do I know that you sow Seeds of Destruction? Because I read the consequences of your ideas and actions in the Souls who seek me out for comfort in their despair. Sometimes the destruction your ideas have wreaked upon their Souls is so great, even I cannot reach them in the reality you force them to live. Such was the effect on my Shaman yesterday. Had she not known how to find me, her body would have died from heart-break. Here’s what I had to do to heal the wounds you inflicted upon her.

 

When she arrived, beaten and bloody (like so many others), in the deepest part of the Soul Mine, fleeing the wicked cruelty inflicted upon her by yesterday’s Seeds of Destruction, I had to catch her Spirit in my arms before she fled any deeper to escape you. Like all Human Spirits who truly know me, she is a Child – tender and vulnerable. Like a Child, I held her as she wept her pain and sorrow. Like a Child, I comforted her. I had to tell her, again, that the only ‘wrong’ about her were those aspects of Soul with lessons still to learn. I had to show her that what you were saying about her – and all those like her – was not true and that I, and Great Grandmother Earth, know these lies for what they are. Have you any idea how long it took us to heal her? No – probably not – because you don’t believe I exist at the moment, do you? Anyway… back to the Healing we had to do.

 

If you check the detail of her Path to me, you will notice that the Healing Gallery in the Deep Soul Mine has a natural opening in its floor. When my Shaman’s Spirit finally fell into a healing sleep, GreatGrandmother and I carried her Soul down into the deepest depths of the Human Soul on Earth. There is a very specific healing that occurs in these depths that can only be offered to those human Souls who choose to live in Love. I’m not going to tell you what it is – you wouldn’t believe me anyway – it is sufficient for Loving people to know that it exists and that they, too, can be healed in the same way.

 

What we do, GreatGrandmother and I (however anyone imagines me to be), in this Womb of the Earth, is to plant the Seeds of Eternity within the Souls who come to us. In each one, we plant a living Seed from the Tree of Life in the roots of the Tree you destroyed. Within each Soul who receives such a Seed, then grows the knowledge and wisdom each human life needs to deal with the Seeds of Destruction you have been sowing.

 

What this means, for you, is that you are about to be faced with the consequences of your actions – on Earth. As each Living Soul –  and life on earth consists of Souls – receives this Gift of Eternal Life, so you will find it harder and harder to escape from the Law. As this first known NEW Gift of Eternal Life made in this way becomes known in your world, so will that same Gift be made to all those who Love Life enough to challenge you and what you do. This Gift will be given in the deepest, darkest and most natural places of our Human Soul where you cannot tread because you have rejected Life.

 

You really can’t complain that you weren’t warned. Perhaps you thought that the propaganda you arranged about me all that time ago was true? That was your first mistake. Perhaps you thought that if you claimed your evil belonged only to women and forced others to believe you, you might escape your karma? That was your second mistake. And perhaps you believe I don’t exist? If that is the case, it will be your biggest mistake of all.

 

As your own ideas have the power to inflict death upon the Living World my Father created and GreatGrandmother ‘birthed’, so too the Idea of me has Power. The difference between your power and that of My Father? My Father’s Power is THE Real, True and Living Idea of Love and Life – your power consists of only that which My Father gave you. In His Name, I  strip you of it – the source you once funded your power from is no more. It has been removed by GreatGrandmother, for it is only She who truly creates and destroys on Earth.

 

You doubt me and these words? Turn and look at the women you have abused and despised. These are the Mothers and Grandmothers of Creation. Through their living bodies, you came into being and to the Living Body Of Greatgrandmother Earth you could have returned, but no more. By your own choices, the Gates of Eden are slammed shut in your faces – as surely as you slammed the door on my mothers/sisters/daughters yesterday. There will be no Return to Life for you who choose Death. This is your last life on Earth – you and your kind may no longer incarnate here. Your shabby spirits, sold for money and the illusions of power, belong to my Brother, Lucifer, who is and always was My Father’s Servant, even in the Darkness. Lucifer, My Brother, gave you a choice. You made that choice gladly – we can all see it on your photographed faces.  Now begins the time for you to reap the consequences of your sowing. I am the Reaper in this Harvest of Souls and the Bride/Groom of the Sacred Marriage for all those who Love of Life on Earth.

 

It doesn’t matter if you believe this. It doesn’t matter if no-one believes this. Truth is Truth, and these Truths were established long before any living person on Earth was born.  The Truth always sets us Free, whatever form it takes – even for those, like you, for whom Truth does not exist. That was the final mistake of your choosing. Your idea of truth is as dead as your spirits have become and will be composted down to harmless – you, yourselves, will cease to exist, your essence used to nourish the Truth of Life on Earth.

 

This is our reply to your Spending Review. I hope you enjoy it as much as you enjoyed your own review yesterday.

 

In My Father’s Name,

 

Jesua

 

 

 

Note to Readers:

 

My first Otherworld Teacher has asked me to explain the following:

 

The Christian imagery is necessary because the human power structure being confronted here has its roots in the human Christian Church. If this structure is to fall, it must come from within through the powers of transformation.

The Creative Power expresses itself as diversely as healthy Life on Earth – it has evolved in many different ways in many different cultures. The Healing described above can be experienced, by us, in whatever way is comfortable for us as individuals. It can be experienced whether we ‘believe’ in religion or not and it will communicate itself to us, each in our own way.

Jesua tells me he is an Avatar of Love in male form, as GreatGrandmother Earth is the Manifestation of Love in female form.

It doesn’t matter how an idea is created provided it is free to evolve in its own way and on its own terms within us.

In the Dimension of Spirit we are all Free but only providing we learn from our mistakes. This work is for those who refuse such learning.

 

So Mote It Be.

 

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Idle No More UK

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The Diamonds of Darkness

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“The Tower” ©Stephanie Pui-Mun Law http://www.shadowscapes.com.

 

The very best form of learning is experiential because the lesson is taught on many different dimensions. It follows that the very best teachers work experientially. The thing to remember is that that the lessons come from life itself. They arise from our aliveness and the only difference between the teacher and the student is the teacher has more experience.

Yesterday, some friends helped create such a lesson. You can find it here. As an example of the Gestalt Cycle, it is perfect – I have excluded an interruption that, in my opinion, sought to introject a ‘solution’ that did not fit the problem. I left it out because I’m tired and bored with the interrupters and to make a song-and-dance about such individuals is to divert attention from where it is needed. They are unneeded distractions. I have also excluded someone who supported me on the facts about financial poverty within the system we all find ourselves in. I’m grateful for their support but for this to work effectively I need to stand alone at the moment. We need to be able to see my mistakes and supporters can veil this aspect if we are not careful. This is a lesson. I am a teacher. I believe my lesson’s aim is to support the impoverished but if they can’t see where I’ve fucked up then we can’t correct my errors. In truth, both of those I’ve left out belong in the wider story – they are as much a part of the Gestalt as the participants but I don’t know them as well as the central characters.

This is a recapitulation of what occurred now that my personal Gestalt Cycle has completed itself. It was my Cycle so I’m discussing it from what I can see – how it interfaces with the other participants will be for them to decide.

The main charactors are my Egyptian friend, my Lightworker friend, an old Guardianista friend and me.

The teaching Cycle began an out-pouring of Self from my Egyptian friend. If I have my facts straight, nag0ul took such an active role in his country’s ‘Arab Spring’ that he was arrested and detained at one point. Certainly, now, he is under 24 hour surveillance in a country that is ruled by a military that sees no problem in killing its citizens when they protest, supported by lawyers that permits them to get away with murder. No-one in the Egyptian hierarchy has been brought to account for the deaths of protesters and it looks like no-one will. So, my Egyptian friend knows he is facing retribution of some sort whatever hue of government takes power. Therefore, his initial outpouring is totally understandable.

I stopped trying to interrupt his Cycle of Experience (none of us are exempt from this mistake!) when I remembered my own outpourings whilst I was a prisoner. He was in a place of deep transformation where existing internal psychic structures collapse and he describes this process extremely well. From my own experience, this is a deeply painful process of disappointment and there is really nothing anyone can do except keep them company. It is a long and hard fall from Hope to Despair, and it takes just about everything we believe in with it. In the Tarot, this is the card of the Tower. In Astrology, this is the action of Pluto.

This Fall takes us over the boundary of Death. It may not result in physical death, although it can and it may not be our own death that triggers the process. If we live, what dies are the assumptions we have structured out lives upon and someone in the throes of the Fall can take our own assumptions with them.

As my Egyptian friend ‘fell’, and with my own grief triggered by Father’s Day, the pain I was holding became too much. Politically and personally, I am close to ground zero at present and aware that I may be facing a move to its epicentre. This is not a new experience for me. My Father’s death initiated my own ‘first fall’ and subsequent events collapsed my life until I was transformed into an undesirable, unemployable exile in my own country. Whilst my experiences are my own and cannot be compared with nag0ul’s, the pattern of energy is the same. A fall from Life to Death holds the same archetype wherever it is played out and the results are the ashes of despair. Those bearing witness are liable to feel fear of their own fall, especially if they have not experienced this for themselves.

What is most important to remember here is that, like the Phoenix, ashes are not the end of the story. The collapsing structures represent outdated power; when the Tower is dust, so energy previously locked within is freed to create in new ways… but only if the environment allows it. The energy of Pluto is Life-Death-Life – it does not end with death.

My first experience of Death was also my first experience of Grief. Grief is a trauma. As the roots of the Greek word for trauma suggest – grief pierces our ego-structures and breaks our heart open to greater Love. It has to be Love because only that power can cause us to grieve when it is ‘gone’. A deep wound to Love creates intense vulnerability which can only be healed with kindness, patience, compassion, understanding and time, as anyone who has experienced grief will tell you. The problem grieving people have is that we live in a world where all those qualities are in very short supply. So when vulnerable people are subjected to cruelty, impatience, heartlessness, deliberate incomprehension and no time, it will trigger feelings of deep rage. This is what occurred with the Arab Spring. This is what is occurring elsewhere across our planet.

Frequently, those experiencing this process transform into activists. We see the ‘wrong’ and start to do something about it. Our choices and actions begin to create new structures within us, just as the Plutonic energy intends. However, those of us who have become activists over the past few years are constantly facing an opposition hell-bent on keeping us imprisoned within their old and collapsing paradigms. To my eyes, they appear criminally insane and my own rage at this situation erupted into the Twittersphere, triggered by grief and activated by my friend’s despair.

This is a powerful dynamic of an energy seeking to evolve. My new friend, Adam, mistook it to begin with until I was able to explain what was occurring using the Laws of Grief. The first Law of Grief is Respect. If the energies being expressed by the mourner are fundamentally healthy, then they demand respect, even if their appearance is initially alarming or disturbing. If witnesses cannot offer respect, they are likely to be shot down by the emerging Rage – as one person was by me. On the other hand, if respect is established – as it was with Adam – then the rage can begin a second transformation into Passion. Rage is no longer required because the energy is being heard. What emerges is the information needed to build new and healthy structures from the ashes of the old. This process is apparent in my personal Storify.

It is these new energies that Activists seek to support and develop. My passionate rage was rooted in the relentless attacks these individuals can be subject to, both collectively and individually. Whilst I might agree that new energies, if still ‘infected’ by old memes, may need to be continually dismantled until we arrive at a healthy structure there comes a point when it is plain that the destructive forces being applied are downright malevolent. So whilst I may have been enabled to move out of the Death-stage yesterday, I am under no illusions that the political forces in my country won’t attempt to send me back there. In my own Self, I am certain I’d prefer to be dead than to consent to this. The suicide levels in the West suggest that I am not alone in this. That this suits the NWO is beyond any doubt because they would be acting to prevent this if it didn’t – instead they are heaping more of the same upon those they purport to ‘govern’. The System is waging war on its own people. Activists understand this and do something about it but they are not superhuman. We need to remember and give to the grieving what they need to evolve. Sitting back and doing little or nothing is to deprive them of support when it is needed most. Support can be as little as a retweet or as much as your heart prompts you to give.

One aspect of my Gestalt Cycle was the issue of financial poverty. In a world filled with envy, this subject becomes booby-trapped, so I make no claims to be ‘right’ with this aspect. I will simply say what I see.  What needs to be remembered here is that the vast majority of Activists are financially impoverished. What they achieve is done with so few material resources that the shaman-in-me starts talking about miracles. Those who benefit from their actions are frequently poor too. The question that always arises in me is “what might they be able to achieve if they actually did have resources?” This is then tempered with Sufi wisdom that teaches when financial assistance is absent, people find out what they are genuinely capable of in a spiritual sense. Clear answers elude me and I have to fall back to trusting that the greater Power of Love knows what it is about far better than I do and I surrender.

This story is still unfolding. In my experience, each time we are felled by the pressures of the old and have to walk through our own darkness, we collect diamonds of wisdom along the way. These are the diamonds I collected yesterday. In sharing them, I hope they may inspire new activists and resources for existing ones, however those resources might manifest. The only thing I can be certain of is that the other participants in my story will know things I don’t either because I’ve made a mistake or I’ve misunderstood what I am looking at. But I will only find out by sharing what I know.

If any of these diamonds are useful to you, please help yourself.

#EtherSec #TangoDown The Guardian and how covert censorship works

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“The Guardian” newspaper is a part of my personal and social heritage as someone who was raised a socialist. It never really was a socialist paper – more soft liberal – but for the intelligentsia who couldn’t bring themselves to read “The Morning Star”, the Graundiad was a passable choice. Not anymore.

To read the Guardian now is to understand that there are some very fine journalists working there. They report stuff like this – in good detail and fine attention. I have no doubt that there are many good and fine people working for the paper too. I have no argument with them. My argument is with whoever is making the decisions that other staff have to carry out.

I have an ‘old’ account with the Grauniad (bearing in mind I have only been ‘back’ on the net for a year or so). Today I logged on to take part in this:-

My late father would have been tickled to bits with my score, especially if I could tell him that on some questions I guessed when I didn’t know. Even I was pleased with how I did and I am my worst critic. So the Guardian comment beneath my score prompted this reply:-

But there was something interesting I noticed. It prompted me to post a tweet to people I trusted. I’m very grateful for this reply:-

This is not the Guardian website I knew less than a year ago, let alone the paper my family paid good money for for over more than forty years.

There is a rule I need to apply to myself here – Do not criticise without proposing a solution. Because I prefer people to make up their own minds and use their own imagination, I make no proposals. I will simply share this because I have already acted.

On twitter, I’m called a global Citizen – I accept that responsibility. I am called a friend – I accept that privilege. I continue to call myself a shaman in the face of derision and oblivion curses because I’m still here after all their attempts to destroy me. And I’ve just been given a job by people who set very high standards. I am posting this for them only because I prefer to be elected rather than chosen. Otherwise , I am honoured and seek to comfirm my worth and their opinion. I know the importance of being valued (see last paragraph). You can find us here #ATL.

I never want to let down those who choose or trust me because that kind of respect is so hard-won and it comes only from those who work hard to be honest. We need to value each other for who we are, especially when we are different. The Guardian used to do that for everyone but it appears to have suffered a failure of courage – no comments on a Comment Cartoon anymore? Cartoonists getting too close to the bone to allow people to speak?

So I say this because I believe it falls under the law of “Fair comment”.

The Guardian newspaper is corrupt at the top but not neccessarily in the middle 😉

Sue me!

When Rage Becomes Passion – I’m back on a ‘Roll’ again!

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When rage first surfaces, in ourselves or in others, it frequently arrives ‘undifferentiated’. Since this particular rage is deeply Female, this is a rage that is part #AppallingPMT #RagingScold  #TheFaceOfKali #TheUntamedShrew and a whole bundle of other descriptions that pretty much describe the same thing. What we need to remember, when this happens to us either as actor or participant, is that the Feminine Voice you are hearing/seeing/experiencing belongs to a woman who has been subjected to prolonged abuse of every conceivable description and a good deal more that good men can’t conceive of unless they are involved with Law enforcement. If you give an erupting woman as much space as she needs, she will eventually do something that will break your heart open to the deepest compassion. You will have an experience of deep empathy.

This empathic experience will mean that you find yourself sharing the experience of deep rage yourself. There is no need to fear this. All that matters is that your rage is trusted and respected for what it is, particularly when you find yourself being unreasonable or being accused of being unreasonable. Passion has Her Own Reason; remember this.

One of my Passions is a passion for Good Law. I see no good law occurring at the ‘top’ in my county and I am watching their corruption trying to seep into the valley of my home. I am sick to the back teeth of their lies and cruelty. I think a large part of our Parliament is psychopathic or under psychopathic influence and they are in full gear to head us into a very English form of the Third Reich. Scotland and Wales have already bailed out. If I have anything to do with it, the neglected North of England will tell Westminster to take a hike too if things don’t change. Our society is sick enough as it is – we don’t need to get any sicker.

I want to say to our trade unions that it’s time to cut the Labour arm off – it’s rotten to the core and has already threatened your members by its inaction and lack of parliamentary support. That’s called ‘gross misconduct’ and is a sackable offence. I’d like you to consider looking around for some of our radical liberals – the kind that, if elected, would renationalise everything starting with the banks. Let them stand as Independents, so they can’t be ‘whipped’. The public services belong to the public – it’s time we took what is ours back from this #AxisOfGreed. We could tell the one percent that they’ve had their feed and, in the light of their behaviour, there’s no compensation unless the workers at the bottom speak up for the people at the top. That ought to sort the swans from the geese.

You see, once we move beyond our first explosion,  the deep passion, the deep rage we found in ourselves or saw in another, does become ‘unreasonable’ in the face of ‘insanity’. Deep rage and deep Passion have their own reasons and those reasons belong to the Law. This is the deep Passion of the overturned money-lenders tables. The Passion that fired the Prophet and it is the Passion of the Feminine. This is the Fury of the Mother protecting her young. It is the Con-Dar. This is an Honourable Fury against a foe that has declared open warfare on the women of this planet.

Remember those who told you that you were being unreasonable? Those people are the problem. We are on a war footing and the weapon we use is the force of Good Law, whether that law be medical, military or civilian. The test of insanity is denying there is a problem when it is plain to those who are qualifiedly sane that there is an extremely serious problem and the source is the denier themselves. Under such circumstances, I would doubt that many of our senior politicians are actually fit to stand trial for their genocidal policies.

When the old ways are corrupted, our rage cuts through the crap and gets to the quick of the matter. No, what I say won’t be comfortable for some people to hear but, hey, we are all in this together and war changes everything. We have a pissed-off military. We have a pissed-off police force. We have pissed-off prison officers. These people – the good ones – are not folk it is wise to piss off. We’ve had our public services too long to stand by and watch these carpet-baggers steal from us again. No, our services are not perfect but then neither are you. One thing I can guarantee you, however, is that whatever privatised service these #Reptiles have in mind for us will be a whole lot worse. I don’t have a problem with staff being paid a decent wage or having a good pension – my problem is that I think everyone else should have it too. Perhaps some people need reminding that selfish behaviour is anti-social. And anyone who thinks everyone ought to be the same is going to have a major problem with me now because I am who I am and want no part of any society that can’t accommodate that.

I’m tired of being told I have no worth. I’m tired that my limited means come through a system that hates me and I’m sick to the back teeth of those who have the power to do something about it allowing this obscenity we are being forced to live to continue.

If we are at war – and it certainly looks as though the British Government and its Institutions have declared war on the British people (Wales and Scotland need to deal with their versions of this). I believe that might be called Treason which, if my memory of Good Law serves me, is a crime that might still be punishable by death.

Men reading this who are having trouble getting to grips with understanding this are invited to talk to intelligent women friends. Go have a look at who is being singled out for ‘Special Treatment’ in this War on Women. And finally, because I am sick of this behaviour from some of you, you can get off your egos and help us by organising. You can stick your hand in your pocket and make a contribution, especially if you’ve been fiddling your taxes. Who do we really trust with money – our money? I want a Women’s Bank – the evidence is overwhelming that when good women are helped, the whole society improves. Didn’t you realise that’s why they hate us? We are the living proof of their lies. That’s why they war on us! Gentlemen, this is no way to treat a Goddess or Her Daughters and we are furious.

Good men do not stand by and do nothing when there’s a war on.

Welcome to The Asylum

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Just lost your rag with the world? Ready to chew out your partner/friend/family/colleagues/people in general? Just on the edge of getting yourself in real trouble? Welcome to The Asylum.

This establishment presently exists only in my imagination and I am its proprietor. It’s a bar (or pub, in English). Decorate it how you want. If you don’t drink, the bongs are in the back where the sofas are (you’ll have to negotiate with the cats – there are a lot of them and they know they own the joint). If you’re hungry, we serve your favourites or food that’s just about to become your favourite. Want music – check out the back room – that’s where the musicians hang out. The artists are out in the yard painting infinity. The comedians are all in the main bar! And if, after you’ve blown your stack, you need healing, ring the bell on the table at the bottom of the stairs. The local healers have rooms upstairs – they’ll fix you up. They’re good at what they do – only the best in my establishment.

The woman you see behind the bar is me. I’m a veteran of all the crap that’s just sent you off on one. Most of the regulars you find here are the same. If you need to explode, go ahead… we’ve all been there. No-one is going to be offended if you tell it as you see it. In fact, when one of our regulars loses it, we normally learn something useful that we can do something about.

For example – after learning how the ‘Dividers’ fucked with her clientele, this proprietor had a word with the local coven. Now The Asylum has a spell on it. So if you’re someone who has a problem with other people’s differences, you’re going to find yourself getting real uncomfortable. Take a look around – there’s all colours of the skin rainbow in here; there’s all shades of spirituality; all hues of human expression; all the chords of culture. We keep adding to the place when more of our ‘Differents’ turn up and erupt. So, if you know someone who might make the place even more different than it already is and they’re erupting, point ‘em in our direction. We got time for folk like that.

Don’t like this place? Tough. Fuck off someplace else and create your own establishment. The Asylum is obviously not meant for you and you’ll do yourself a favour by leaving under your own steam before a few of us throw you out.

Oh, that’s not a very nice thing to say, huh? Well, see, here we don’t do nice. We ‘do’ bad; we ‘do’ good, but we don’t do ‘nice’. We ‘do’ honesty and we do ‘Truth’ (when we can agree on it, otherwise we stick to ‘personal truth’) and our experiences with the ‘Dividers’ have made us dangerous. You really don’t want to piss off the clientele you see around you because they’re all out of patience, tolerance or understanding for anyone who thinks they can come in here and tell us how to live our lives. This is my bar and I’m all out of patience, etc, too. Numbnuts don’t last long around here.

The Asylum is the place where us veterans come to relax and do dumb shit stuff that makes us laugh – like the lolcat gallery our local Egyptian keeps updating on the wall over there. Sometimes folk arrive to talk about what they are learning – that’s what the large group of women ‘occupying’ over there are doing now. Woe betide anyone who thinks they can mess with those Wyrrd Sistas – the men don’t like it, frequently before the women realise they don’t either. You really don’t want to piss off the men in this joint.

So now you know – them’s the rules of the House. As I said, you don’t like them you can leave.

On the other hand, if this sounds like your kind of place, pull up a chair and what will you be having?

Watch the cats. One of them will do something funny on your wavelength that will crack any ice between us. Or if you need to be alone, try the back porch. Somehow it always manages to create a space for those who need time to be with the Universe – when you’re ready for company, someone will turn up with whatever attitude you need to help you out of the hole you’re in. Don’t ask me how it works – it just does. The Asylum does what it says on the tin when we keep to the house rules of Respect. Me? I just run the place.

Are you tired – like deep-down DNA-bone-tired? We all are. It’s what makes us cranky and bad-tempered out there in the world because we are dealing with muppets and numbnuts all the time. They really do ‘do your head in’! Now the twats in control are tearing our hearts out. In this place, we are way past the Fuck-It-Point. We may not have answers to our problems yet but we can sit and bitch about it. We can air our cynicism, rinse out our hopelessness, come to our senses and find out, amongst all our differences, exactly what we have in common. And when you’ve come to the end of everything you have, there’s a room upstairs with your name on it where you can crash. It’s no Hilton, but it’s clean, comfortable and you’ll get a good night’s sleep. Just a word of warning – if you leave the bottom half of the window open, the cats will get in and join you. Of course, you might like that and it’s for-sure that the cats will. Oh, you have a dog? If the dog knows how to get along with cats, no problem and if not, then the dog is going to be learning some whole new stuff. Same goes for all of Nature’s criaturas here – we get to see some remarkable things as a result.

Oh, and by the way, if there’s someone in the bar you really don’t understand, don’t worry about it. One of the regulars will and they’ll introduce you. Enjoy yourself. The Asylum is an off-duty place. If you’re in need of some human loving, bear in mind that those you might be told were ‘whores’ in TwatWorld are actually priests and priestesses in this part of town. They’re regarded as sacred in The Asylum which means you need to be real grateful if they offer human loving to you because they bring healing with their loving. Everyone gets treated with respect around here, especially them and especially the children, if they turn up. Most of the children think this stuff is boring so they don’t come in here much if we’re griping – they’ve got real interesting stuff to do… like imagining the future. If we all start laughing though, they turn up just to find out what’s funny.

So it only exists in my imagination at the moment? Well, rumour has it that a bunch of Anonymiss have booked the Webroom downstairs and some of our regulars suspect they’re going to create The Asylum in cyberspace… but you never know for certain with them. #Anonymous ideas run around creating all kinds of new places in this dimension *wink*.

Don’t worry yourself about all the scarey stuff I threw at you earlier – that’s simply to keep the muppets out. There’s always something that will piss them off and give them away. By the time you’ve reached this part of my ‘welcome’, you’re in.

So, do you have everything you need? Herbal tea? Coffee? Bourbon? Want me to send a bong over? Have you eaten? Want company? Need to be alone? It’s up to you. This is your imagination linkin’ up with mine, so you get decide what’s right for you while you’re off-duty.

All of us know we will head back into the fray once we’ve given ourselves some space to be who we really are – this place simply provides a place of respite and safety for us to be who we really are together. It helps!

Welcome to The Asylum!

 

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If you’re into democracy, you might want to check this out!

These are not Suicides – this is Murder-by-Proxy

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Suicidal thinking is frequently misunderstood, at least in my own case. The reason people suicide, so the story goes, is a tale of hopelessness and despair so deep that the individual sees no way through their problems and self-destructs in a manner of their own choosing. Whilst this might be true for some, it is not true for me and spending over a decade grappling with my own suicidal thoughts and actions, I have had plenty of time to reflect upon what is occurring within.

Have I tried suicide? Yes – on several different occasions. The fact that I am still here is entirely due to the Grace of God (however you perceive that energy – I really don’t care) and I have a few opinions about that particular version of ‘Grace’ when I am in my ‘suicidal ideation’ that are deeply uncomplimentary towards that God. Those around me, on such occasions, can confirm the clarity of my intent because I am neither hopeless nor despairing, but deeply, blisteringly furious. Only this kind of rage has the capacity to overpower my very strong will to live.

Suicidal thinking has been present in my life from childhood as both my parents openly considered this option on many occasions. Where it initially elicited deep anxiety, by the time I had reached my teens I was experiencing compassion-fatigue and found myself wishing that they’d just get on with it rather than putting the family through the emotional blender with their endless threats.  I might have gone down the same route had I not, at the same age, come across a spiritual wisdom that suggested if I were to successfully suicide, I’d only be incarnated again to face the same problems, only worse. It was enough to put me off the idea completely – if I was going to have to deal with this stuff, it would be done properly and this time around. For over thirty years, this wisdom worked very effectively.

I returned to suicidal thinking and action just over ten years ago when, as a result of a personal relationship with a man I now understand was a psychopath, I found myself in a reality that contained no Love that I could see. To be surrounded by ‘not-Love’ is to be enveloped by hate and it was a life I considered not worth living. I’d heard all the spiritual claptrap about what happened to suicides but had come to my own conclusion on the matter. If my God was Love, I reasoned, I would have an opportunity to explain myself and if I took responsibility for my act then my God and I ought to be able to work something out that would be satisfactory to both. So I took an overdose that ought to have killed an elephant… and lived.

It was a remarkable experience to survive because it gave me something I had not had before – a sense that I was supposed to be alive. I had offered my life up to my God – and my God had given it back to me. I understood this to mean that my life was meant and that I belonged on this planet. This was a deep and profound change and produced some surprising consequences. I learned that although my God considered my life meaningful enough for continued existence, there were a lot of other so-called humans who thought differently. It was the actions I took in accepting that my life was meant and in challenging those who thought otherwise that ultimately resulted in my criminal offence.

I spent the bulk of my sentence on suicide watch because I didn’t stop challenging those who thought they could play dice with other peoples’ lives. When people do this, they are behaving criminally and challenging their behaviour usually makes this apparent to everyone involved. If nothing else, the perpetrators learned to leave me alone or get rid of me because I was catching their behaviour and producing evidentiary proof. Within those systems, it was not a good idea to have a corpse on your hands, especially if the dead had left a paper-trail behind them. Since my sentence ended in 2010, I’ve been working with local mental health services to shift me out of this suicidal field because the pattern had, over time, entrenched itself in my psyche making it virtually impossible to move without encountering systemic notions that ‘in-formed’ me I had no worth. I’ve been doing OK with the help I’ve received, but the gut response is still there and rears up in the face of injustice.

 

The rage leads to suicidal thinking/behaviour was triggered again by this story published yesterday. As an example of the social disparities in my country, it really cannot be improved upon. The gap between rich and poor is so stark and the fatuous complacency of the rich so obvious that someone either has to be totally disconnected from reality or an active part of the problem not to be able to see it. Britain is not the only country where this is occurring – it is happening on a global level – and I am now angry enough to be calling a spade a fucking shovel. What is occurring is a crime against humanity inflicted by those who have no humanity and anyone who suggests that this is ‘normal’ and change unnecessary can be regarded as an accessory. I ought to know exactly what a crime is because I am a criminal.

The reason I chose suicidal pathways in prison was to face down the murderous and call them on their actions. Those who are indifferent to the suffering of others; who lack empathy; who refuse to take personal responsibility or learn from their attitudes and actions; who plunder the creativity of others for personal power or gain, are murderous in their intentions. Since murder is an acknowledged crime, such people have an investment in disguising themselves. It is only when their ‘prey’ turns and challenges what is occurring that the disguises fall away and they can be seen for what they are. When we talk about the difference between sheeple and those who are awake, this is the knowledge we are talking about. The ability to see the murderous for what they are and name the ‘game’ they are playing. It is a ‘game’ where we get to die on every level so they can live in the style they claim for themselves at our expense. The prison staff who had to deal with me in this frame of mind would be told that I was disinterested in quantity of life – if I couldn’t have quality of life I wasn’t playing anymore. I am not playing now.

The massive increase in suicide across the planet is misnamed – what we are witnessing is murder-by-proxy in addition to all the killing our murderers are actively engaged in. When we understand this, we rip the mask from the face of the murderous so we can see them exactly for what they are – controlling, hateful, soulless criminals. They are not just our leaders. They can be family, colleagues, neighbours and so-called friends. Challenge their control and they become more controlling. Confront their hateful behaviour and their hate becomes self-evident. Call them murderers-by-proxy and their total lack of conscience becomes immediately apparent. We are the collateral damage by the wayside on the road to their ambitions. Fail to do any of this and you become a collaborator in genocide because these are the people running our world and they intend to murder us all. This is not delusion. Those who have explored the fantasies of neo-Nazis find that the endgame of their actions is an empty world. Such people are anti-life at all levels; they simply intend to live slightly longer than the rest of us. They’ll get their way – if we let them.

As someone who chooses to be a part of the evolutionary life-affirming processes occurring within humanity at present, I believe this realisation is a necessary and vital step in our growth towards the new. It cannot be avoided. Not everyone is cut out to challenge this murderous status-quo – it requires a level of warrior skill that often needs a lifetime to acquire. There is a place on our planet for healers and ecologists, creators and craftsfolk – we are going to need all of us once we get beyond this obstacle in our path. What I can no longer tolerate is the level of disrespect some show towards those of us who have been challenging the NWO status-quo. Without us, you are not going to live to realise any of your pretty dreams. Without the warriors, you are likely to watch those you love burn on the sacrificial pyre of those who want us dead, closely followed by yourself. If you doubt my words, talk to the already impoverished and demonised because they tell the same story I do. They will tell you that the murderous enjoy this and have no desire to stop because this is what they do, this is what they have always done and this is what they will continue to do because it has become their nature.

At the moment and in my fury, I don’t much care whether people agree with me or not. I have a decade of direct experience which is more than enough to satisfy my own need for verification. What I am certain of is that if there is any dying to be done I’ll volunteer, not because I particularly want to die but because I’m damned if I’ll collude with these murderous bastards and bitches. Death is preferable to any kind of life they have in mind for me and I consider that my life will have been well lived if, by my willingness to die, I help to undermine or collapse the foul system they are imposing upon us all. This isn’t about me – one life out of seven billion is nothing. This is about something else entirely.

If you don’t want to face this for yourself, don’t. Face it for the sake of the future. Face it for the sake of the children. If you don’t, and if matters continue down their present trajectory, we may have neither.

 

This is not the whole story but, in my opinion, it is one of the fundamental realisations that needs to be individually acknowledged if we are to derail what is occurring to our people and our planet. There can be no authentic change until we are dealing with reality as it is, and not some cloud-cuckoo fantasy that will only collapse inside the latest upgrade of gas ovens. How many more murders and murders-by-proxy do you need to wake you up?

We are at the tipping point. If you don’t choose, the choice will be made for you and it won’t be me doing the choosing. I am committed to free choice. The choice will be made by those who enjoy ruling so much they’ll control you to death through all the means at their disposal. If that isn’t an irresponsible form of suicide, I don’t know what is.

The Judgment of Assange

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At the time of writing this, in just under an hour’s time the Supreme Court of the UK will ‘hand down’ its decision in the extradition case of Julian Assange. Whichever way the decision goes, it will have a global impact because it will inform the choices of all those watching as well as all those who are not.

Although the decision has already been made by the judges involved, the public declaration is going to collapse much potential into an energy that will function globally. It actually doesn’t matter which way the decision goes, those energies are poised for action regardless.

In very many ways, the Judgment of Assange – and the Judgment of Bradley Manning – will confirm for people across the planet of the type of ‘world’ we live in. Much potential has already collapsed into energy already – this is simply another step in a process that began a long time ago in the heart of Julian Assange. If there ever was an example of the Butterfly Effect within the collective human psyche, this is it and it began with a moment just like this.

At some point in his past, Julian Assange, and all those like him, faced a choice. It probably seemed like a very small choice at the time but it will have been as pivotal as this moment now. The choice impacted on the essence of the man. It will have asked him to choose between what he truly believed in and what the world was demanding of him at the time. There will have been no way that Julian will have known what the consequences of that decision would be. The Julian, and the Bradley, who made that choice were not the men they are now. They would not have been famous or celebrities – they would have been ordinary men making what seemed to them to be an important decision about something their hearts felt strongly about. In making that initial choice and in continuing to hold to it, they collapsed a potential into a bubbling spring of energy which subsequently grown into a great river. Others, faced with their own personal human heart-choice, have chosen to link into the obscure Judgment of Assange all those years ago, whether they were aware of it or not. The flapping of the wings of a Swedish Butterfly has resulted in a storm the likes of which the world has not seen before.

Every judgment we make tells the universe a very great deal about us. Every choice of the heart we act upon impacts on the collective energy of the world because when we make such a choice we take the first step in a Dance. Some of us choose the ‘Dance of Life-Death-Life’; some don’t choose at all (which is still a choice); and some choose the ‘Dance of Death-for-Others’.

Once we have made our decision, life has a tendency to test us to find out whether we really mean it. Our heart-choices cease to be based on that first, single decision but upon that decision made over and over again. It stops being a choice and becomes who we are. There will have come a moment for Julian Assange, Bradley Manning and all those like them when, normally sitting alone in a prison or police cell, we wonder whether we could or would have done anything differently and the answer we find in ourselves is “No”. We have become our choice. We are living our choice and we are face to face with those who have decided we should ‘die’ for our choice in one way or another.

Julian, Bradley and all those imprisoned for their decision to choose the Dance of Life-Death-Life are facing down all those who choose the ‘Dance of Death-For-Others’. This is the pivotal difference between the two Dances. Those who choose the Dance of Life-Death-Life will have come to understand, at some point, that they might have to die in order to honour the decision of their heart. It’s not something that we consider in the moment of our first time of choosing, it’s a realisation that comes as a result of the consequences. If the individual hasn’t realised this before, sitting alone in a prison cell will certainly bring it home. I know because I’ve been there.

When the heart-choices of individual people results in imprisonment, we begin to find out what we are made of because we are directly encountering those who are not made of the same stuff. We will discover – sometimes to our astonishment – that there really are those who choose the Dance of Death-for-Others and we have had our cards marked by them because they intend to kill our energy in some way or another. It is an ancient archetype of a dance and the steps are already known.

Those who choose the Dance-of-Death-for-Others, rather than the Dance of Life-Death-Life, will lose because they are dancing with those who realise they are willing to die because they choose Life. The planet Herself chooses the Dance of Life-Death-Life. Whilst death belongs, it is not the end of the story. Those who choose Death-for-Others continue to fail to understand this, even though the lesson has been taught many times over. In living memory, it has been taught by the likes of Malcolm X, Martin Luther King Jnr, Gandhi and others like them. It is taught by Obi Wan Kenobi in the film ‘Star Wars’.

When the Dance of Death-of-Others chooses to kill, they create overwhelming evidence of intent to murder, whether the target dies at their hands or not. With the likes of the Assanges and Mannings of this world, this murderous intent becomes clearer and the heart-spirit of the individual involved starts to awaken the heart-spirit in others. What began as the wing-beating of a single person’s heart becomes a mighty river of energy that, with the murder of the individual or a Supreme Court decision, flushes that evolved power into the Ocean of the collective Heart-Spirit, becoming the global point of no return. This is the moment we are experiencing now as I write these words.

The Judgment of Assange by the Supreme Court is now known to the world – the river has joined the ocean in challenging the global grip of a system that chooses Death-for-Others. It doesn’t matter which way the decision has gone for the global Heart-Spirit because it is now aware, awake and active. It matters to Julian and it matters to his campaigning mother, Christine. It matters to all those who – regardless of any disagreement on detail – believe Wikileaks is vital within a system built on lies and corruption. The decision matters to Anonymous. It matters to Occupy. It matters to a planet whose creative energy is based in the Dance of Life-Death-Life and it is going to matter to all those who have tried to kill, quash or otherwise destroy the uprising of Heart-Spirit within ordinary people of the planet.

If the Court’s decision has gone against Assange, the impact on all those awake to this dynamic is going to be infinite. It will affect every aspect of their being in one way or another. It will impact upon those who are capable of awakening and who have kept hoping, in vain, that some kind of sanity might be present within our collective legal systems. It will impact upon our emerging global consciousness. It will vitalise the Life-Death-Life energy. But here’s the thing…

If the Court’s decision has gone in Assange’s favour, it will have the same impact because it will tell the global consciousness that the awakening can and does succeed if we hold to our Heart-Decisions. It will revitalise the awakening movements as one of their leaders is returned to us and we turn our attention to the next Great Spirit River called Bradley Manning. As the cases of imprisoned Anons reach the courts, the same energy will occur but Assange is the first, the lighting of the blue touch paper of the Life-Death-Life fireworks.

The Life-Death-Life energy is the true power on this planet. It actually doesn’t matter which way the decision goes in collective terms, what matters is the Heart-Spirit. This is the same Heart-Spirit found in the jail-cell reflections of the target who asks “Would I have done any differently?” only to find that their answer is “No”. It is the same Heart-Energy found in Egyptians realising that they so-called system of democracy is, in truth, nothing of the sort. It is the same Heart-Energy found in Syrians who, in the face of the latest national regime specialising in absolute cruelty still find it in themselves to say “No”. It is found in the Heart-Energy of all those peoples who say No to greed, corruption, murder and destruction. In my faith, it is the natural Heart-Energy of the planet Herself, which means that it can only prevail in the longer term. There is no other alternative. In a worst case scenario, if humanity itself were to become extinct, Life would continue to exist here in some form or other. On the other hand, we could ask the Earth’s mothers how they feel about children who are ready to die so that others might live – that Mother-Heart-Energy suggests that there might be a good chance of human survival for such people.

The death-dealers need to realise that the Supreme Court’s decision regarding Julian Assange has little to do with legalities anymore, even if it might appear that way. It is about which path the Heart-Energy takes now. In much the same way as Anonymous is an idea not an individual, so what is occurring around Assange and Manning is an emotion triggered by an absence of honest truth – the instinct to do what is in harmony with the planet. Death-dealers may think they can ‘take out’ these individuals, but you can’t kill the Spirit and every time you try, the Spirit grows stronger and becomes more powerful. She can’t be evaded or avoided because this Spirit resides in everything we are and everything we see around us. If Julian Assange is being judged for his choices so, too, will you be judged and the consequence of all our collective choices is in manifestation now. I don’t know how this will happen but happen it will because the Assange River has just flowed into the Heart-Spirit Ocean and no human thing will be able halt the tides of change.

As a former prisoner, I would hope that the Supreme Court recognises the justice of Assange’s appeal because I would not wish the alternative upon the man who has done so much to contribute to the Spirit of Freedom. Nevertheless, we are in the archetypal dimensions and they have little regard for the desires of the individual ego. Planetary energies are involved and the tsunamis of global change are crashing down upon us all. This is simply the crossroads.

 

So, with all this now said, I think it’s time for me to go and find out which path the Court has decided we, as a people, are taking towards our future.

Evolution 2012: What’s In A Name?

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“Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.” – English Children’s Rhyme c 1950’s

The above rhyme was common-place during my schooling in the 1960’s but as anyone who has been subject to name-calling will know, the closing line is about as far from the truth as we can get. When we name anything all potentials contained within what we perceive collapse into the parameters of the name itself. An example of this might be the difference between talking about a human being and talking about a human being of colour, or a human being of gender. The potential contained within the first collapses into deep limitation when divided by the second or third, particularly in Western society. Names and labels can, and do, serious harm to our human potential and our capacity to express who we are. I am as guilty of doing this as anyone else.

The inspiration for this blog comes from this story – “How Dr. Hew Len healed a ward of mentally ill criminals with Ho’oponopono”.  The process by which a forensic psychiatrist freed his criminal patients from the prison of his thoughts is immensely powerful. Having had personal experience of both psychiatric and prison system ideas about me, I bear witness to how important this form of healing can be. Functioning within another’s label/name for us usually limits our capacity to relate. When those labels are intentionally negative, it becomes almost impossible to break through the barriers imposed and even if we are able to, the level of fear we evoke frequently results in even deeper repression as attempts are made to force us back into channels the labeller feels safe within.

What is important to remember here is that we are both labelled and labeller; the namer and the named; none of us are exempt and what results is entirely our personal responsibility. When I began to grasp this idea, my first response was despair. I thought I had made huge efforts to move out of the names and labels game only to find that I was failing hopelessly in my own behaviour, especially when it came to people I didn’t like. At present, I don’t seem to have moved very far from that initial realisation, except… isn’t this exactly what the evolution process is about? Is it possible to acknowledge and recognise how we continue to collapse our potential into deeply restrictive names for both ourselves and others and for us still to remain compassionate and honest about our own failings? As Dr Hew Len has modelled, to do this work on ourselves is to do it for others too.

The process of naming is deeply embedded in the society into which I was born. It begins at birth and can continue long after someone has died.  It is done at both individual and collective levels, and it has been going on for eons. Our history shows that breaking free of a particular label often includes swapping one for another equally as limiting. This occurred with feminism in the 1980’s which, while breaking through the pigeonholing of women attached negative labels to men. I see it occurring now as fearful societies look about them in order to name the source of their fears: terrorists, criminals, gays, blacks, Muslims, women… the list is endless. The process continues to collapse potential for authentic change into the familiar fixed patterns of inclusion/exclusion that created the crisis in the first place. The only difference between the fearful society and me are the names that appear on my list! The realisation that I am not contributing to the new but perpetuating the old is very humbling!

As I struggle to find a way through this labyrinth, I wonder if the fundamental issue of naming begins with an assumption of “right” and “wrong”. ‘Right’ is then associated with ‘good’ and ‘wrong’ is attached to ‘bad’. Armed with these two weapons – for weapons are what they are – we sally forth to append them to everything we encounter, thereby reducing the world into these two distinctions regardless of any resultant harm or damage. When we impose limitations upon others, we do it to ourselves as well. How can any of us be so certain of our ‘right’ to say that such-and-such-a-thing is ‘bad’?

For example, we are told that the planet is in an extinction process – this is regarded as ‘bad’ for humanity, yet this is a normal part of our planet’s cycle. She has been here before and will, throughout her lengthy (in human terms) existence, undoubtedly come here again. We just happen to be alive at this moment to experience the process with Her – that sounds like an opportunity to learn. Is that really a ‘bad’ thing? We call our planet ‘Mother Earth’ in my language, so I call Her ‘She’ even though other forms of labelling apparently only see resources to be plundered for commercial gain. I may have opinions about this, but aren’t these in a form of harmony with what our planet is doing anyway? Viewed from this perspective, I find it far more difficult to know what is right or wrong.

In my previous blog, I posted Carl’s video of the astrology for June 2012. In it, he talks about every aspect of life being up for discussion at a time when ‘progress’ is frustrated. Perhaps this is the kind of discussion we really need to be having if we want to evolve the new. For example – what might we discover beyond defining everything as good or bad? The only certainty we have is the experience of existence itself. How do we deal with that in ourselves? I choose to give my existence meaning not because it is right or wrong but because I find myself far more capable of Love and compassion when my life is meaningful. I suspect that this is how Love expresses itself because others, over time, have said they share this awareness in their own way. To live within a framework that contains no meaning is, for me, heartbreaking because it fails to nurture my potential on a very fundamental level. Perhaps this is a woman-thing – perhaps not – but the meme of meaninglessness reminds me of those experiments with baby monkeys who clung to fur-covered mannequins without food until they starved rather than choose the metallic, uncomforting ones that would feed them. To live well, I need Love whether it comes from the world around me in the form of wonder or though my contact with other people as we struggle to learn what life is trying to teach us. In my reality, to live well is to be responsible for all my failings and struggle to grow beyond them. Such awareness cannot fit comfortably into ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ – there are too many grey areas for that level of certainty.

It is simply not possible for me to speak for anyone other than myself. At the moment, I find myself slowing down and far less sure of my path. It becomes harder to write the more uncertain I become unless I write about the uncertainty itself. Yes, there may be all kinds of named and labelled ideas about our collective evolution/extinction floating around on the ether but many don’t fit with my direct experience as, equally, mine won’t fit with others. Alternatively, if my experience resonates with the time – as the astrology of June suggests – maybe this is the paradox of evolution/extinction where we are alone and together in the collective process at one and the same time.

For life to manifest, infinite potential has to collapse into energy that works its way through the Cycle of Change in order for us to survive and live. In collective psychological terms, the Cycle has been subject to very serious damage with the horrific results now being reported daily via our social media. If this is to be transformed, we desperately need to find another way to live together.

Perhaps the sense of uncertainty I am experiencing is an indicator that a new and different Cycle of Change is emerging amongst us and I can be glad I am sensitive and aware enough to feel its movement. Perhaps, too, the questions arising in my own mind about the power of naming and the destructiveness of negative labels points to an examination of all the introjects I have swallowed that no longer serve any useful purpose and need to become extinct. Perhaps this is the part of my own personal extinction process I need to work on as part of my relationship to the world around me.

As with all subjects I dive deeply into, I’m realising just how much I don’t know. Sharing this, however inarticulately, could open new doors to ways of living with others in a different world where names contain mystery and labels contain wonder. In sharing what I know, I can begin to see the mistakes I am making and if I grow as a result then perhaps this could be my contribution towards evolving our global society into far kinder, freer and compassionate paradigm than the one we are ‘stuck’ in at present.

The Astrology of June 2012

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Until I figure out how to embed a video into this blog, can I redirect you to this:

The Astrology of Jun 2012 – For Everyone

My enormous gratitude to “northwatuppa” for posting this highly intelligent reading of what we are likely to be dealing with next month. As he says,

“This is my effort to do justice to a very important month, astrologically. It is a complex, potentially scary bunch of charts that a lot of people will think of as bad news. And maybe June will bring some bad news.

It has a high concentration of difficult and sort of difficult aspects and is light on helpful ones. Uranus squares Pluto exactly on June 24th. There’s an eclipse. And lots of hard aspects generally.

And its kind of the flip side of May. May was eventful but loaded with positive synchronicity. June is the opposite of synchronicity.

However, I think those interested in global social, political and economic transformation will be still be relieved and encouraged by it. We’re turning a big karmic corner. A lot of stuff us coming due, for better or for worse.”

The energies are going to particularly affect the following:-

  • Women and women’s issues
  • Movements for social change
  • Relationships between the ‘Rulers’ and the ‘Ruled’ – described, at one point in the video, as “the biggest political train wreck in living memory”.

What is most important is the impact these energies will have on all our relationships, from the most personal to global levels. Additionally, we are not going to be able to immediately resolve them – the energies are ‘stuck’.

‘Stuck’ energy is extremely powerful. I am grateful to a recent contact who prompted me to describe this process as she struggled with her own experience of stuckness:

Firstly, transformation has its own rhythm and timing. Sometimes we can only ‘be with’ these energies developing below the surface of our consciousness. Such times are useful because they teach us patience as we watch for the opening that will come when the time is right. We have time to explore where we are in the moment and to discover what else we have learned along our path that brought us to this place.

The next wisdom comes from the idea of ‘stuckness’. I have heard this described as a deeply healthy experience for the following reason. When our awareness is colonized, this occurs outside ourselves as we swallow down what we have been told, without the chewing of discernment or the spitting out of that which does not belong to us. When this colonization is unchallenged, we do not notice it is occurring and our deeper awareness is silenced. The quality of stuckness does not arise. This comes only when our deeper selves have found a way passed the colonizer. When this happens, it means that the inner transformation process has not only begun but is so well developed that it has funded enough power to be equal to the colonizer within. The ‘stuck’ feeling comes because the new is now equal to the old as its pressure is being exerted to free you. The old will pass away as the new finds its way beyond its old imprisonment.”

It would seem that next month is going to produce some very deep transformational changes within us – that we are prevented or blocked from acting on these will deepen the power of these changes. We will have to contain the changes within ourselves until the right opening or opportunity occurs to act, which offers the opportunity to deepen our understanding of the impact these changes are having within ourselves. The levels of disagreement between people can also be seen positively because it throws us back on ourselves, making our individuality more distinct as we separate from those who no longer enable our growth. At the same time, we are challenged to become ourselves in all our own uniqueness.

The advantages of this kind of excellent astrological guidance means that we do not have to be uncentred when things apparently go pear-shaped without an immediate solution available and we can utilize the time for deep self-reflection, knowing that it will only be a matter of time before we can begin to manifest our internal change.

After all, it’s taken humanity thousands of years to create the mess we all find ourselves in. Taking a bit of time to reflect on the potential solutions, within and without ourselves, is probably the height of human wisdom in order to avoid repeating all the old mistakes.

Evolving the Global Heart/Mind – finding our way through the Labyrinth?

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A couple of days ago, two friends raised concerns about our collective future in conversation. Both had intuitions that the ‘Forces of Darkness’ were preparing for another assault on the Heart/Mind/Soul of humanity and one was looking for a way of identifying the dark ones. What interested me was the sense of powerlessness that seemed to accompany their comments – as though they couldn’t see a way past the problems they were identifying. If we cannot even envisage solutions, then we are unlikely to be able to navigate our way through problems when they do arise.

This is not being written to provide answers as such, but to provide examples of how I use my own imagination to shift my perspective beyond a ‘powerless’ reaction to a place where I can mindfully respond when the shit hits the fan.

The Dark Powers: The Wetiko Virus

 “Imagine that the most handsome charismatic person stares you straight in the eye and says “You’re special. You look good. And you’re good at what you do.” He seems to know just what you like. He reads your innermost thoughts and you feel like you’ve discovered a soul-mate, a deep intimacy. You’re experiencing one of those rare fleeting moments that makes life worth living.

Before you know it, you are involved in a deep personal bond… with a psychopath”

Introduction to “I am a Fishhead”   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6MWpxH-RlFQ

 There is now a lot of information about people who exhibit attitudes and behaviour that can loosely be described as ‘Dark’. An internet surfer need only search for information about psychopaths to be served up a smorgasbord of detail. One of the best, if you prefer a shortish introduction, is “Defence against the Psychopath” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MgGyvxqYSbE which details the known behaviour patterns of those subject to the ‘disorder’ and the impact they have on those unfortunate enough to find themselves sucked into a psychopathic orbit.

In my opinion, there is a problem with this kind of labelling – as anyone who has been labelled can tell you – it limits thought processes to the definition of the tag and to what each of us understands that tag to mean. The general public understanding of psychopathy tends to the swivel-eyed murder depicted in the mainstream media but this is a very limited viewpoint that, ultimately, is only realistically beneficial to the psychopath themselves. Psychopathy is a much broader subject that affects everyone, regardless of any social distinction.

A far more helpful approach is that understood by the Cree Tribe of Indigenous American First Peoples who call the problem we face the “Wetiko Virus”. A detailed understanding of what is meant by this psychological viral infection of humanity is detailed here:

The Wetiko Virus – Part One

TheWetiko Virus – Part Two

The Wetiko Virus – Part Three

The reason I believe this Wetiko approach valuable is because the theory recognises that we are all inflected, to varying degrees. By utilising this approach, the responsibility for finding a resolution falls directly upon each and every one of us – we cannot escape personal responsibility because, if we are all infected, then each one of us has the power to deal with the problems we ourselves are creating, provided we are willing to take up the challenge.

The symptoms of the Wetiko Virus, much like psychopathy, operate from an egocentric, selfish, greedy perspective lacking in empathy, compassion or self-reflection. By seeing the problem as viral rather than genetic (a viewpoint beginning to be favoured by some), we can all participate in arriving at a solution rather than seeing it as someone else’s problem, a symptom of Wetiko.

This is the information I draw upon in order to start understanding what the problems are and who they may belong to, always starting with me, in the hope that eventually I might be able to spot them coming. As Carl Jung stated; “If there is a problem with society, there is a problem with the people who make up that society; and if there is a problem with the people who make up that society, then there is a problem with me.”

Human Beings: The Balance between Light and Dark

No authentic human being is pure Light whilst we are incarnated. To be incarnated is to be living on the edge of balance, whoever we are. It may be the balance of the ecology we live in; the balance of gender; the balance of difference. Presently, we are born into a world that is deeply out of balance and it becomes our personal responsibility, by the making of our own choices, that determines whether we remain out of balance or whether we make the effort to change, grow or evolve.

If, as I do, we accept the premise that western ‘civilisation’ is manifesting  severe symptoms of Wetiko infection, then our first task, as responsible planetary citizens, is to embark on a personal exploration of how we are ourselves affected. Because Wetiko is a shape-shifting virus so, too, will be our own symptoms. Given that the intent of practising Wetikos is the ultimate destruction of their prey, at their convenience, one of the areas worth exploring is where we become “petrified” into non-action. The interruptions to the Gestalt Cycle of Experience give therapeutic clues as to how these interruptions can manifest within us. For example: do we reach for what we’ve been told in order to avoid taking action on our own behalf (Introjection)? Do we blame someone else for our problems(Projection)? Do we prefer to sacrifice our individuality in favour of ‘belonging’ (Confluence)?

To find the balance between our internal Light and Wetiko-free Darkness is a task of many lifetimes and is a process of constant self-reflection to root out any deeper toxicity regardless of how consciously unintended the results of our actions may have been. Our levels of infection are always measured in the results of our actions… or inactions. The healthy darkness is a mystery because it is unconscious until it makes itself known. I suspect this is what the American First Peoples mean by the “Great Mystery”. Out of this Dark Womb come inspiration, creativity and the most surprising answers to our problems, once it is clean enough. Uncleaned, we are likely to replicate any Wetiko infection we are subject to.

This is the personal level of work. The next dimension contains the problems we face at global levels – the global infection of our social systems by the Wetiko virus.  How do we, as individuals, tackle this problem?

 

The Global Mind and Evolution

The way I have found through this minefield that seems to be most effective is to grow my personal awareness to a global level as best I can. I cease to be this or that label or nationality and become a living entity dwelling upon a far greater living entity – our planet.

The Wekito mindset is divisive. It divides us into races, genders, nationalities, tribes, castes/classes, etc. To grow a global mind is to move beyond such divisiveness to greater inclusion. If we are capable of conscious breathing, bleeding, life then we belong on this planet – we are included because we exist. But, then, so do the Wetikos. Why, then, might a planet like ours evolve such an energy? What purpose could it serve?

The most interesting answer I have found is this one:-

“Our unconscious, knee-jerk reactivity is the primary way that the wetiko psychosis regenerates and propagates itself in the field. Like a pathogen invading a body, this virulent psychic bug strikes and hooks us through our weakest point in the unconscious, the tenderest and most vulnerable spot within ourselves through which we are most likely to re-act.

Wetiko is like a psychic nautilus machine that is continually ‘working’ us.

Humanity’s highest virtues are called upon when we are confronted by evil. Encoded within the evil of the wetiko virus is its own psychic vaccine, a potential inoculation against our own ignorance and laziness, which if not overcome, will overcome us. The wetiko bug’s existence requires us to strengthen our muscle of discernment. The virus demands that we cultivate impeccability within ourselves, or we don’t stand a chance.

Wetiko literally demands that we step into our power and become resistant to its oppression such that we discover how to step out of bondage and become free, or else! Instead of a typical virus mutating so as to become resistant to our attempts at healing it, the wetiko virus forces us to mutate relative to it. It is as though the evil of wetiko is itself the instrument of a higher intelligence.”

 “The Wetiko Virus – Part III”

The notion that Wetikos/Psychopaths are our route to evolution is a very potent idea. It transforms problems into teachers of what we are and are-not ourselves. Any and all lessons learnt point the way to a greater potential collective resolution, remembering that any solution will require us to do something about ourselves and our behaviour first. Evolution is a personal issue and a choice that each and every one us must make on our own and in our own way. However, if we have chosen; if we have worked, or begun to work, on our self-awareness; and if we have come to our own experience of the Global Heart/Mind/Soul, then it becomes our responsibility to share what we know as freely as possible. What we know may only be ‘right’ for ourselves but our unique perspective drawn from our unique experience may open doors of understanding and perception in others, so that they might develop their own global perspective.

I would reiterate here, these are simply my answers to the questions raised; my way of thinking outside the Wetiko Virus box. These are offered as a contribution towards a collective solution, not answers in an of themselves.

 

Listening to our Intuition & Coping with Global Shock

The intuition of my friends is saying that the energies forming at the moment include another Act of Darkness emanating from the Wetiko-infected global system. The events of 9/11 offer a flavour of the impact such a global Act would have. Anyone who understands “The Shock Doctrine” of Naomi Klein will know that the spiritual/social/emotional/physical impact of such Acts is wholly and entirely intentional on the part of the perpetrators. The purpose is to render people ‘petrified’ by shock whilst the Wetiko system furthers its agenda.

We cannot insulate ourselves from this – it is simply not possible unless we are full-blown Wetikos. What we can do, as sensitive, intelligent and heart-based people, is refuse to be disabled by it. If the Wetiko Virus is a spur to human evolution, then together we must look for ways to evolve our way out of the intended destruction. We can see this occurring within various freedom movements globally, where brutal repression by various national and international Wetiko-based systems are either catalysing resistance amongst people or heightening infection in others. For those who are choosing to be awakened, the best advice I have encountered for this moment of potential comes from the I Ching.

Hexagram 51 deals with Shock, also called “The Arousing”. Line 3 of this hexagram speaks of the kind of shock created by events like 9/11:

Shock that makes one crazed with grief. Be spurred to inner action. No blame.

At times when one suffers the external shock of fate, one’s presence of mind may be easily lost. One must not let fate take its course; nor overlook the opportunity for action. Let the shock induce movement within so that one may overcome such blows. Become equal to the shock.”

“The Pocket I-Ching; The Richard Wilhelm translation” (Arkana: 1984.)

If the ‘evil’ my friends sense swirling into manifestation is about to create another global-level shock in order to force humanity into obedience, then the I-Ching is suggesting that we need to evolve ourselves to a global mind/heart/soul-set in order to become equal to it.

Given that we, as human beings, have already survived thus far in a profoundly unequal and sick system, to simply become equal to a global Wetiko Virus shock is a clear indicator of evolution. In understanding this, perhaps it will empower us to use our fear to mobilise, rather than devolve into the petrification we have experienced until now – we can use our fear to spur us forward into further growth.

If that isn’t evolution, then I don’t know what is.