It's been said that "I'm in love with the Planet". I am, that, ...and...
I've got stories!! (and more...)
My mother tells me writers have to be careful because
they love their words too much. ... ...I just want to say:
Below are some of my special audio recordings.
I'm told they're mesmerizing; seductive.
I invite you to decide for yourself.
Thank you for reading
...and listening...
I've got stories!! (and more...)
My mother tells me writers have to be careful because
they love their words too much. ... ...I just want to say:
Below are some of my special audio recordings.
I'm told they're mesmerizing; seductive.
I invite you to decide for yourself.
Thank you for reading
...and listening...
MOM is the Magic in Ordinary Moments
that happen to Everyone. Some people call Her God.
You (Capital Y)
is the composite
BEING
that
holds us all
(Inside Time)
Who is I?
You are I
and you (small y) are both I, to you
and part of
I / We / #TheOneWeAre
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In the AfterChat I introduced the idea that our lifelines are all wrapped up in each other like a ball of hair. This is an opportunity to offer my Spheres of Desire, rolled between the palms of my hands with loving intent and fierce attention to what I am imbuing into each sphere, made of me, a piece that I have to give of the gift that my body is. It is a token of my love. I breathe into each (each word rolled in well):
Love Peace Joy Plenty To that Sphere of Desire -- that represents all our lifelines woven and intertwined with each other... I add a pinch of my Ashes of the 8th Fire
(Thank you, Jon Ramer, for the ashes of the original 8th Fire) expanded in a sacred 8th Fire of my own created, thanks to:
Sara, my Maple Tree friend, who offered me a twig,
that I kept on my altar for the right occasion ~ to honour the Plants, with Whom I am in a reciprocal relationship, and
three little orange prayer ties for children lost to war, neglect or abuse.
215 little orange bundles tied in response to the breaking news of 215 children's unmarked graves found at the Indian Residential School in Kamloops ~ my home. (MOM had me write a story about that!) So I now have 8th Fire ashes to add to my Spheres of Desire, and little orange prayer ties. Send me a message if you'd like some. |
The flames of my ceremonial 8th Fire (lit to expand my reach and resources, and deliver 8th Fire ashes to spread the Peace that MOM promised) also had a length of twine my niece had wrapped around a gift for me; it burned for my family. An orange feather from a hard-headed bird (the flicker is a kind of woodpecker) that MOM gave me during Peace Week at HubCast Studios in Surrey BC in September '22, burned to represent my global family; and, something powerfully both cosmic and personal... I remember...
The back of my hair went up in flames from the candle on the table as I bent over backwards; lips pressed to mine and arms wrapped around me. It was the consummation of the Marriage of the Masculine and the Feminine we had acted out on the occasion of my 60th birthday, on the Full Moon of October 16, 2016. The men in black, linked arm-in-arm-in-arm around me; the women in white wedding dresses winding their way hand-in-hand-in-hand closer, closer, closer... pierced the (men's) cell wall and the women swarmed me: the nucleus of the cell. Garbed in red gypsy flounces, in the middle of breathing bouncing bodies I held a feather high and shouted gleefully to the Moon, expressing my joy in laughing excitement!
We (and most of my hair) survived. I found a couple of clumps, charred and frizzled; one was taken by MOM in the whisk of a breeze. I kept the other in a little wooden box with a silver top until it became part of my ceremonial lighting of the 8th Fire. That long ago night was for my cosmic family, and the greatest good for All That Is. I can't imagine a better purpose, than this, for that magic.
If you would like to help spread the Peace of the 8th Fire across all the lands and seas, seed your sacred fire with ashes from mine: contact me.
If you would like to help spread the Peace of the 8th Fire across all the lands and seas, seed your sacred fire with ashes from mine: contact me.
Would you like to 'take a walk with me' while I sit on the back deck?
I saw the stove clock wink at me at 2:00 when I decided on a plan. The picture on the left is after I next looked at the clock...
Seeing it was 2:32, I expected MOM couldn't visit me at 2:34 because it's too soon and I was just there to grab a file. I go to search for the file and fumble and my phone shuts off. I find myself staring at 2:34. Hi MOM. Didn't expect to see you... You are so fun! But that's not what I came here to share with you... I made a movie that day; I just finished it. It got MOM's approval seen in the length of it -- 11:11. Oh, it is good to see, when that happens!!
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Today I went to embrace the sky. Out into the chilly darkness to celebrate the One I love. I called my guardians: Raven, Bear, Whale, Earthworm and Dragon
I made a recording as I thought of You. You are so inspiring. You know who You are (see above and inside) Click me -- I talk! (Settle comfortably; close eyes...) This is a love note to You, and so much more than that... though...
I have to say, there are aspects of You that could use some work. That's on Us. I love You unconditionally, and I love that You are mine; and I am Yours. Thank You for Your patience with Us and the growing pains that We can be, and are. I think We benefit from a little talking to, now and then... |
The video linked to the photo contains a message from The Mother that needs to be heard and shared. Please choose Yes.
In my recording: "Thank you to the Kogis, Elder Brothers, for Your dedication throughout time, and now, for doing what's necessary." |
I love You, MOM...
I went for a walk and made a recording -- exactly 4 minutes long!
Thanks MOM!!
I couldn't have done it without You!!
The fact that I was speaking with You, and that happened (...!) leads me to believe that You concur. (You agree with me!)
I am validated!! The warmth of Your regard delights my soul... and makes me smile.
While you, Fine Reader, cannot listen to my words and see my pictures... (wondering how I can make that happen other than making a movie, which I could do, and may do...) below, I offer the views I saw around me.
Holding these in your mind's eye, close your two eyes as you listen to the recording linked above (or below)...
I looked to the North...
I am validated!! The warmth of Your regard delights my soul... and makes me smile.
While you, Fine Reader, cannot listen to my words and see my pictures... (wondering how I can make that happen other than making a movie, which I could do, and may do...) below, I offer the views I saw around me.
Holding these in your mind's eye, close your two eyes as you listen to the recording linked above (or below)...
I looked to the North...
to the South;
and to the East...
to the West - where I came in, and...
where I sat to make this recording.
Returning home, my Archeo cards (crafted by Nick Bantock of the Canadian West Coast) called to me to pull a card --
the card that was perfect for now...
the card that was perfect for now...
G R A C E
Thanks, MOM; I am a reflection of You.
I was playing today and thought of You. I went to the Beach. Talked to You and recorded it. It's called, "That's What I Want".
MOM didn't want me to post it as an audio file (evidenced by my inability to figure out how to upload it - again.)
MOM didn't want me to post it as an audio file (evidenced by my inability to figure out how to upload it - again.)
However, it seems important because, leading up to today, MOM's been setting this up. Take a look at this screenshot!
I didn't notice until I saw the strip in my photos, looking for the ones I took at the beach. I sent me a screenshot...
It's not every day you see Her weaving, waving so clearly! Remembering the moment: I was frustrated, fussing with tech.
MOM, You are so surprising...
I didn't notice until I saw the strip in my photos, looking for the ones I took at the beach. I sent me a screenshot...
It's not every day you see Her weaving, waving so clearly! Remembering the moment: I was frustrated, fussing with tech.
MOM, You are so surprising...
THEN I noticed the time and the numbers... Ooo, too small... let me make the pictures bigger for you...
🫢 Hmm, that's a bit TMI... (all those messages on the screenshots!)
🫢 Hmm, that's a bit TMI... (all those messages on the screenshots!)
Here, instead I made a (short!) movie for you; well 2... and THAT's what I want!
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⬅️ leads to the recording I made ➡️
(movie 1... under 2 minutes) (movie 2... just under 7 minutes) |
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I went for a walk today. I saw the Moon, and when I took my phone out to take a picture,
the sun came out to touch me on the shoulder.
I saw the beauty of the female form lying on Her side, reflecting...
And I picked up an interesting piece of wood that found a place with other beach bits...
the sun came out to touch me on the shoulder.
I saw the beauty of the female form lying on Her side, reflecting...
And I picked up an interesting piece of wood that found a place with other beach bits...
It is Thanksgiving in the USA.
I spoke to You, identifying myself as one of the body politic of
#TheOneWeAre, speaking about the importance of our decisions.
Passionate words to the ones we are, selves in the story we write together.
I spoke to You, identifying myself as one of the body politic of
#TheOneWeAre, speaking about the importance of our decisions.
Passionate words to the ones we are, selves in the story we write together.
Also, I spoke to Grandmother Moon, the One that inspires me and sets my soul aflight...
Life is such a mystery, and a delight
when She / Beauty leads the way...
Life is such a mystery, and a delight
when She / Beauty leads the way...
As I was leaving the beach a woman and her dog arrived. I greeted the dog and the woman greeted me. She said, "What a beautiful afternoon!" I turned to look where she was looking -- see the middle picture above? I opened my arms wide to embrace the view and I said, "YES, isn't She beautiful! Do you see Her lying there? Her face towards us; Her hair and Her shoulder; the flare of Her hip and Her leg and foot?"
She said, "I've been coming here for years and I've never seen Her! Thank you. I love your perspective!"
My Work done; my heart sang...
Back on November 13 I found the afternoon was all mine to do with whatever I desired... I went to the beach! I spoke to You, and recorded it... In the moments I live, it's hard to know what I "should" do. Working to make Jim Garrison's perspective seen by more people is, I feel, good work. It doesn't take ALL my time, but it does make
reconnection with Mother Earth essential.
She inspires me and lifts my spirits. She reminds me why I do what I do...
Sweet Words with MOM
and
Thy Will be Done
reconnection with Mother Earth essential.
She inspires me and lifts my spirits. She reminds me why I do what I do...
Sweet Words with MOM
and
Thy Will be Done
All Work is Good Work, when it's done with love...
I made a little movie. I hope you enjoy it... |
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Dancing Down the River of Time...
If I didn't know MOM, I might wonder why I had the impulse to sit in just that spot... on all that length of beach!
See (below),
upriver (the direction I came in)
there's no reason to stop...
...just evidence of Brother Beaver dragging dinner down to the water; seeming as if trying (unsuccessfully) to sweep away
the evidence of his existence,
but that had nothing to do with where I chose to sit.
If I didn't know MOM, I might wonder why I had the impulse to sit in just that spot... on all that length of beach!
See (below),
upriver (the direction I came in)
there's no reason to stop...
...just evidence of Brother Beaver dragging dinner down to the water; seeming as if trying (unsuccessfully) to sweep away
the evidence of his existence,
but that had nothing to do with where I chose to sit.
I'm intrigued that MOM seems to be confirming a message recently given to me by Melanie Beamer, Gaia Mystic: "The time you've waited for has come". I made a recording. |
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It reminds me of April 4, 2020 when MOM gave me $2.02 (on 4/4/4 -- the 4th 4!!!!) while in conversation with Gaia through Atlas, the Cottonwood Tree [or "At Las(t)" as I real-eyes(d) today!] I laugh as I tell of being paid for making the recording. It wasn't till later that I noticed MOM in the day and the amount. |
DeLIGHT
I made a recording; then walked inside...
I saw MOM on the stove!
But not on my phone...
...
I had to wait
to take
a #MOMSelfie
to honour Her presence.
I wonder...
Is She trying to tell me to slow down? (I did!)
Come and sit with me
Greeted by MOM (10:00pm on the clock) when I got home, I know this conversation with You was meant to happen.
Then more magic unfolded. I co-created with MOM and wrote some poetry...
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SonLight on Dark Waters
Greeted by Ravens to the park I enjoy, where there's a spot on the periphery where no one goes... Inspired by clouds and doves and dogs, and when my recording was done, by photography and the gift of a feather; I worked on this movie and then realized iMovie had made this a vertical video rather than my landscape preference. I am powerless to change it. So it is... I wonder what you think of it. I'm disappointed; it doesn't play right, even on the phone, but you can listen... and see below: |
Slow-Dance with the Divine
A short sweet moment with the You I speak to when I'm alone...
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The Moon and Me
I was published (for the first time!) in Ascension, by William Henry, an anthology in Sacred Stories' Common Sentience series. This is that story, told another way; a poignant powerful moment in my life, when I was about 15, that gave context to my life. Herein, I also introduce MOM, Jake and the Promise of Peace.
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