*…At Your Service…*




Why don’t men understand sexual abuse?
Because they don’t know how to listen. 

Listening is a receptive quality that is usually attributed to females.
The “Yin” factor.

Receptivity has depth; it is in communion with all that is, and can draw from the pools of collective consciousness – depending on how far home you want to go.

This, is a man’s world.

Girls have been conditioned and groomed to be receptive; to be obedient.
To a male-god.
And to allll His representatives:
To the “man of the house”.
To the male-authorities in the community she grew up in – teachers; priests; government; business-men who control the money she’ll someday need to rent a house on stolen land.
– the primary reason prostitution of all sorts even exists.

But Life is Tantra; it is the exchange of yang (penetration) and yin (receptivity), forever.

When women express their natural yang nature, they are silenced by men; beaten into submission; called names; abused; locked-away – and yes: even murdered.
For daring to SPEAK her unscripted mind that does not say the words he wants to hear.

That’s why I write; from behind the safety of my computer screen, where I can express myself without being interrupted. talked-over, silenced, or abused.

Being receptive, I’ve noticed a trend around “men” on the internet, over this HW exposé: men do not understand sexual abuse.
“Why didn’t she DO this?”
“Why didn’t she DO that?”


To “Do” is yang.
She is not allowed to be yang.
She is only allowed to be submissive, obedient, and to act in accordance with his vision: The Male Gaze.

She lives in fear of being murdered.
And that is what men don’t understand about “coercion“; she is afraid.
Fight, flight, FREEZE.
She is threatened, bullied, harassed, manipulated, or held-captive until he gets what he wants.
The hell of staying with him a minute longer is shortened by surrendering sooner.
Playing dead may just save your life.

Not only do these men not understand sexual abuse; they don’t know how to listen when the generous women of the internet take valuable and precious time out of their lives to school them.
Thank you, Ladies! ❤
(And thank you to my bros who know I’m tired, and who understand that men don’t/can’t/won’t listen to women, and who educate the dinosaurs that still live amongst us… I feel excited to be alive to see these subtle changes grace our modern-days; to see the voice of men rising on behalf of women. Without having to ask.)

James Van Der Beek, of Dawson’s Creek fame, knows all too well what it feels like to be sexually harassed by older, powerful men in Hollywood:

“The actor didn’t name names, but he sympathized with women who have been silenced by fear and judgement that often accompanies speaking out against an abuser.

“I understand the unwarranted shame, powerlessness & inability to blow the whistle,” he continued. “There’s a power dynamic that feels impossible to overcome.”

“Along with a link to an article on The Cut about a writer’s experience in a hotel room with a “powerful man, Van Der Beek added, “For anyone judging the women who stayed silent, read this for perspective. Also for anyone brushing off harassment as ‘boys being boys’…What Weinstein is being accused of is criminal.””

“Why was it my responsibility to change the world?” ~ Liz Meriwether


If Hollywood is owned by men, it is their visions, fantasies, stories, and animas that have penetrated our psyches: what we think might be women, might actually be just male-fantasy…
They highjacked the Dreamtime, and implanted it with nightmares.

The actresses who bring these female-characters to life weren’t counting on the one-dimensional perception of mankind through the lens of storytelling – she understands layers, and body-language, and pregnant silences. The average man does not.

But girls usually don’t realize this until they become women.
Sometime around the age of 30 (post-Saturn Return).

On my 30th Birthday, I looked around in horror as I realised:
“Oh my god; I’m older than every man on the planet.”
And I finally understood that “look” I’d seen in the eyes of women older than me.

Now: everyone is different. Generations are different. Times are different.

Joan Collins had to marry her rapist. 😭

Sarah Polley comments this:
“What else are we turning a blind eye to, in all aspects of our lives? What else have we accepted that, somewhere within us, we know is deeply unacceptable? And what now will we do about it?”

Emma Thompson says: “We’ve ALL had these experiences. I spent my 20’s trying to get old men’s tongues out of my throat.”
“This has been part of our world, women’s world, since time immemorial.”

Some girls can totally kick-ass – these might be girls with a strong Mars, or strong Fire-Signs and aspects in their charts.
They fight.
Most girls come from families where the men in their lives treat them like people: they do not yet know they are in for a life of sexual-abuse and assault “out there”.
They’re friendly, equal.
Some girls, have brothers that protect them, or teach them to fight just by growing up together.
Some girls are warned by their fathers to “watch out” for outside men.
These girls are lucky. And so are the boys. Family gives them foundation and context for the world.

Some girls are not so lucky to be born into a Loving family: they are born into abuse.
Sexually abused by their fathers, grandfathers, brothers, uncles, and “family friends”.
Those girls have to grow up in his house.
Be forced to Love him; feel confused.
See him every day.
Pose for family photos.

I know a girl who dated her rapist for two years, after the incident.
Another, for 7 months.

Most of the time, it’s not strangers that rape you: imagine how safe that feels.

So why is Rose in photo with HW, after?
She’s an actress. A professional. At the time of this photo, I believe she was engaged to RR.
Just ‘guessing’… I might surmise her fiancé had assured her he’d “be right there”, “nothing will happen”, “we’re in a public place”. Maybe she felt invincible, that day. Loved.
She mentioned:
“My ex sold our movie to my rapist.”

I can imagine the sting of that betrayal.

Sometimes, it can take a while for a woman to register abuse; or even worse: to be affected by it.
Childhood memories may not surface until an older age.
Maybe the last – or latest – rape or assault is the straw that broke the camel’s back; after 30 years of sexual abuse and assault, see how nice you become.

People have told me they like me “better, before”.
Well guess what: I liked me, too.
I cannot BELIEVE the amount of abuse I have had to integrate and recover from; instead of having a life.
And every time I think it’s time to start again, I get interrupted by the Darkness of Man.

It takes an army of women to be heard.

And I feel somewhat Heartened by this whole Hollywood catching of a Big Fish…
Hollywood holds the collective-consciousness of the majority of the world.
These brave women have changed something.
– can you believe how long it took for anyone to even bring-up the word: JAIL?!
I hear he plans to “run to Europe” for rehab – before he’s put behind bars, don’t you think?

No-one wants to be renown for being a rape-victim – the shame is extinguishing.
It humiliates you until you shrink.
Hate yourself.
Become removed from the time-stream; never catching up to yourself.
Falling behind.
Becoming brain-damaged and growth-retarded.
Most girls with behavioural problems have suffered abuse, and tried to bury it.
The PSTD destroys your health.

“Have a Worse, Shorter Life

This one’s self-explanatory: Let your hair down, go a little wild, and don’t value your own life because the world doesn’t value it, so what’s the point? Live with the metallic taste of injustice in your throat at all times, die sooner of stress-related illnesses, and thank your lucky stars you won’t live long enough to see your granddaughters go through the same horseshit trauma factory we call Earth!”

(Comedy/Tragedy are the twin-flames of storytelling.)

I have collected my courage from the various women who have spoken-out, over the years: Tara Moss, Pamela Anderson, and all the women in the powerful documentary, “Brave Miss World”, by Linor Abargil.

“Rape is so isolating.” ~ Linor Abargil

The one time I did find my voice, to write a poem about it, was because I had felt what it might feel like for someone to have my back in Love.

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” ~ Lao Tzu

Present Day, I don’t feel so alone now that it’s in the spotlight…

I’m pretty sure women of the world would all much rather be following our dreams, chasing our goals, crafting our inventions, and writing and directing the movies and screenplays that carry the messages we so wanted to tell.
But, we don’t get to have a life.
We have to fight a never-ending war on sexual abuse, while men get to do whatever they want.

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Our lives are interrupted. By male-violence. Injustice. Horror. Shock. Disbelief. And PTSD.
Sometimes, we get murdered; instantly, or slowly.

They say: “Life is what happens when you’re busy making plans.”
When your life is interrupted, and/or darkened, you can see CLEARLY what is wrong with the world.

“You are taking part of someone’s soul. It’s happened to me. It alters the course of your life; it’s altered the course of my life.” ~ Rose McGowan

Mine too, Rose. Mine too.

*~ GROUP-HUG ~* to anyone who has suffered abuse at the hands of men.
I celebrate this moment, where a spotlight has been shone on a collective-shadow.
Thanks to the #RoseArmy and all the women who spoke out, speak up, and won’t shut-up until justice reigns on earth.


Mary Magdalene and The Age of Virgo

  • work in progress.To my dismay, I was searching my facebook page for an article I once wrote, which began: “IN THE NAME OF TANTRA – Jesus is to Mary Magdalene, as Pisces is to Virgo!”…and it had *totally* disappeared without a trace…That’s happened once before, on another page – no note.
    It’s completely frustrating.
    And makes me hate fb; but it’s not like any of us will ever leave… ce12d65edcd0742d0b6e6448dcd06179I planned to write a longer article, someday, on how The Womb was the most valuable resource on earth. How Temples were wombs; the doors shaped like vaginas. How the body is a Temple, and the womb for the soul.
    About how EGYPT was the Age of LEO, with the ghost of Aquarius in the background…
    Maybe I’ll get around to it, soon.
    Until then, enjoy WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE PATRIARCHAL PYRAMID?This article went with my future post:

    The Astrological Ages

    * the link is back! It’s September, 2017, and it has been missing since June, 2016; since I regularly peruse the photos-section to find and share things I’ve written…



    Suddenly, everything has clicked back into place:

    Think, The Astrological Ages;


    Can you see what has been separated?

    Each one, hidden in the other, that duality has torn asunder.

    Virgo is The World; The Form; The Matrix; The Material; The Embodiment; The Manifest.
    Spirit, Embodied.
    The Completion of Creation.

    Pisces is The Infinite.
    Pure, vast, unmanifest, Eternal Consciousness and Light-ness.
    The Spirit. The Union. The Dream.

    In the comments, I’ll include an article I wrote that also touches on the Ages, which is a little different to this awesome article, below.

    In my mind, Egypt is *clearly* The Age of Leo.
    Solar Worship, Gold, Glamour, Gods & Goddesses – etc
    Leo’s Tantra is Aquarius; looking at The Mirror-Age, I see Aquarian Technology; faience; “aliens”; high society; future-vision; attempts at humanitarian influence, and much more.

    (the article below sees Egypt as The Age of Taurus/Scorpio)

    For me, the Age of Taurus is all the Pan-sensual feasting, celebration, and earthiness of The Pagans – The christian-demonised “Horned God”.
    Taurus’ Tantra being Scorpio; sexuality, the occult, the underworld – the very axis of Life-Pleasure *because* of Life-Death.

    Check out this article on The Tantra of The Ages, and see the comments, below, for more:

    In Aramaic, the same word is used for ‘prostitute’, and “most beloved”. MM was the latter. His Tantric Partner.

    She was also intended to be the first ‘pope’ of his teachings – but the madmen stole the role, and defamed her.

    And this song… x

    CREATRIX: 3 parts a Lady, one part ‘other’

    Alex Collier

    Parthenogenesis: the whole story of Jesus is *really* a story about the WOMB.


truth_3Hello, Bees!

Want to help the project spread around the world, or find and create spaces closer to you?

At its inception, someone decided to post a series of ads on gumtree (Australia’s version of Craigslist) seeking unused and degraded land for growing food forests to feed people for free.

The responses were so positive and generous, that the idea spread, taking on a life of its own; from people offering unused land to grow food and shelter, to inviting people to help out or join their already established communities, to co-creating entirely new ones!

I heard about this project, and decided to devote my Love to helping it get ON and IN the ground!

I built a website to help you find each other; it has a forum where you can discuss what you might have to offer to Love…

How YOU can help, is by spreading the word about the website by posting ads for unused or available land in your local media forums, like community papers, craigslist, gumtree in your area, social media, relevant communities, and anything else you can think of!
If you can figure out how to reclaim Crown Land for public and community use – do let us know.
In Victoria, alone, there are plenty of vacant houses just waiting to be stolen by the banks (see comments for links) … let’s see if we can’t keep them for the community.

You can also help by communicating with your local grocers, markets, and co-ops, and by opening up discussion on how to best serve the world.

You can create little Love-cards to pollinate your world with, like what I made, here:
Colour-print them on some card, cut, and hand them out at festivals, co-ops, schools, breakfast bars, or vendor stores. 🙂


Print me!


Ritual of Letting Go

“Things aren’t the way they should be.
Things are the way the are.”
~ Unknown

In the Southern Hemisphere, we are fading into the Longest Night.
The Longest Night holds the secrets of the eternal velvet blackness, whose star-speckled truth is often blinded by the activity of the single sun.

But this is Christmas.
And it has a spirit…
An evergreen tree would be brought inside, to remind everyone that not everything dies in Winter.
And we’d all stay warm, together, close, and sharing.
Intimacy: that Invisible Light.
We would return to the Womb of Life, where we all began, for nourishment, “time-out”, and rebirth.

Any fears we find in the stillness and shadows of that deep inner-space, or that we find obscuring the glittering hope of infinite stars, are projections of our scarred psyche.
Individual, or collective – depending on your reach.

This is the place of dreams.

Or of nightmares.

We colour it, we seed it, like painters.

The Soul Shrinker

The Soul Shrinker
“OK, so not the prettiest card in the deck, but believe it or not, a long time ago, the Soul Shrinker was very beautiful – but every wicked, mean, nasty or unnecessarily critical thing that we humans say, or even think, cause him to become more ugly. Every time we are unconditionally loving and kind, he becomes less ugly. Obviously, we have a long way to go.”
~ Read more: http://faeryforestmagic.blogspot.com.au/2011/05/faery-message-for-saturday-14th-may.html

Look to the changing of the seasons, and look to the moon.
Look to the rising and the setting of the sun.
Feel the Rhythm of Life turning in you.

The Winter Solstice is the deepest in-breath.
The day after tomorrow, we breathe out.

So take this time to commune with the Dreamtime, and meet The Alchemist who dwells in the centre of the Earth, whose portals are the caves, and the hollows in the trees.
The one who grinds bones to ashes, to dust, to black oil… hand over your everything and she’ll make you medicine.
This is:
“Crone Lhamo”

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Lhamo; Tibetan for “Goddess”
“Do not be satisfied with a superficial approach, look deeper.
Do not fear your own inner knowing.
Crone Lhamo requires total authenticity.
Time to release a lot of baggage you have been carrying for a very long time.
Time to release disease.
Time to cut away all that is no longer needed.
Get down to the basic bones of the situation.
The Crone’s cauldron is just the place to recycle it. She can take it all in her dark brew and just suck all the negativity out of it and turn it into……
Time to release your whole idea of who you are and jump into the unknown. 
And not just the unknown, but a dark and spooky one at that.
Time to re-examine our group projections.
Our projections of good and evil and all those archetypes we take for granted…”

Enter the Cave of Lhamo for Ritual and Medicine…: http://www.thealchemyofholism.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/61Crone.pdf


Create a “List of Loss“.
From Loved Ones
To Dreams
To Values
to saudade…

Sometimes, things are taken from us
Sometimes, we let things go.
Sometimes, we are the ones who take things away…

You may put your List in an envelope, and address it to Crone Lhamo, if you wish.
You can post it in the mail (haha)
Or: you can Light a Fire – a portal to her stash of ashes – and you can deliver it to her Cauldron of Alchemy, that way.

Return it all to the void from which it was born.
Nothing was ever really “yours”
– except you.

Meditate upon this:


you can change ‘god’ to Lhamo, if you wish. 😉


Assuming you are working with Flame (and not the post office)
Find that flame within you that never dies
That which is you, yours.
That which has never been touched.

Become One with that flame for a while.
Immerse yourself in yourself.
Get to know your true, inextinguishable power.

Gather your strength, and purity.

Imagine it growing bigger and bigger
Consuming your Heart
Consuming your Body
Until you Glow
Let it burn away the outer shell of muck that the world has projected upon you, that has made your Soul Shrink.

with warmth.


* * * VIBES * * *
If you like them, then:
(feel the “Mm” in the bridge of your nose)



The first one is Ganesh, who unblocks all your chakras and portals and makes you clean and clear – ready for fine-tuning, like the Instrument of Peace and Change that you are.
The second one is Kali Ma, with the Red Tongue. She takes yukky things away.

(*these are phonetic)


Remember that only what is empty can be filled.
Remember that all the leaves must go, before Spring can bloom.
Remember the acorn that transforms into an oak, only by being completely shattered.
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
~ Anais Nin

To remind you of your blooming, work with flowers.
Anoint your Heart with Rose oil or water, or some flower you like.
If you’re lucky enough to have a bath, bathe in it.
Add salt, and Lavender: both dissolve negative energy and cleanse the auric field ~ the colour violet.
If you don’t have a bath, make a magical solution, and anoint yourself with it; from the tip of your head to the tips of your toes.
The temples, behind the ears, between the eyes, down the throat, and keep going…
Remember what it feels like to *~ Bloom ~*
As you touch each space, imagine it bursting open, sloughing off the old, and bursting forth new light…

*~ Bloom ~*

*~ Bloom ~*


Create a circle.
Out of stones, or cushions, or stand or sit in a hula-hoop.
This is the circle that represents no beginning, and no end; time out of time.
This gives you an idea of boundaries, yet also of our sameness; our personal space, to which we are all entitled.
Allowing only what we want in that space, and filling that circle with our self, our radiance, our expression.
Feel all cords and connections being burned away in the Light of your Radiance and Power, and falling outside the circle, retracting to whom they came from, or seeping into the earth, or withering like a severed umbilical cord.
Letting go of what once nourished you, and tuning into that flame that you are of The Great Bonfire.

This Solstice, there is a Global Prayer happening: essentially, it’s about praying for people who don’t know spirit, to know spirit.
Those who don’t know Spirit, go around stealing energy from others, and consuming everything in their wake.
So sit in your Spirit Circle, let go of any contracts/energy cords to which you were not party.
Any old Soul Contracts – just let go.
You can make new ones; for now, it’s too confusing and chaotic…
Just let it all go.
Become One.
And pray for everyone to know The One.

We are all connected.
Everything matters.


Believe in the power of ordinary people who like to dress up as superheroes.


Throw out all the dead things; dead flowers, empty packets, used tealight shells, junk mail – anything you can find with dead energy.
Clear your space, and offer it up the trash portal – another secret entrance the the Cave of Lhamo.
So you want to be conscious of waste, and discard it gratefully.
Into the cauldron we go…


Clear your Heart

“Stop insisting on clearing your head — clear your fucking heart instead.”
~ Charles Bukowski

Everyone is in there; some like thorns, some deeper than others, some like an ice-pick, a dagger, or an axe.
People are constantly starting things they don’t finish.
Some find the passcode, unlock the safe, and run away with the jewels…
Some turn your Heart to a Harp, and play it like you’ve never heard it sing before ~ or will again.
And you knock on your chest; no harp, only thuds.

But you know what?
That’s ok.
Clearing the Heart is a big job, but first of all, remember that it’s YOUR Love.
No one made you any more or less Loving.
It was you, the whole time.
It’s your Heart, the core of you, and it met people, and it Loved them.

The biggest problem, is that so many people are so disconnected from their Hearts, they weren’t even aware of the conversation it was having with yours.
They’re all up in their head, trying to be in control, and make practical decisions about what they would like in life.
– this is such a big topic, all of its own; I couldn’t possibly cover it in just this section.
The truth is, people don’t know how to be Soul Mates.
They approach relationships like a contract, and usually, LOVE is far from being involved.
There’s a warmth, an attraction, a partnership.
But Soul is usually locked in the safe.
And you *know* a person who has known REAL Love; the two of you could be in Love in an instant, because you both carry it around in your Hearts.
It is the silent smile, shared.
Everyone else just has a résumé, and a compatibility shopping list.
There is one other kind of Love-er: The Warden.

So first of all, we’re going to breathe into the Heart, and feel for any fractures.
We are going to listen, and we are going to talk.
Because the Heart is a Unicorn.
It’s a rare and magical creature with a bio-luminescence all of its own.
It sends out homing signals to those who speak its particular language.
– it doesn’t use English.

So, I can’t really say much more about it; nothing compares to what I could tell you with a hug.
If you want some intensive help to Clear your fucking Heart, then utilise this, and adapt it accordingly: for example, replace ‘mind’, with ‘heart’, and use your thoughts to sort out your feelings.
Feel things.
You could draw a Heart Mandala, and hear what it really has to say, face to face…
Creativity is the fire, that flame of inextinguishable you…

And don’t be mean to your Heart – it’s clearly been through enough.

And keep an eye out for Love-Beams and Unique Superpowers.

And keep an eye out for Love-Beams and Unique Superpowers.


Return to Sender
When Love wants to pour forth healing, potential, growth, expansion, and all sorts of untold magic, and the recipient for whom it was intended does not wish to receive it, it’s then that we must return that Love to sender.
Or burn forever with longing, and aim.

Divine Love comes from The Source.
That Bonfire of which we are flames.
Divine Love has plans for us all.

But there is also, free will.
First, Love is a gift.
Second, it is a choice.

So if we can’t let it out, it must go back in…
Commune with your Radiance, and Return unfulfilled Love to Sender.


Can you find it; that moment?

Can you isolate it?

What went wrong, and when did it happen?

I think I’ve figured it out – for me, at least.

Born from perfection, filled with vision and the essence of myself, and then thrown down here, in the dungeon of human debris, into Kali Ma’s Cremation Ground: you can’t save what does not want to be saved (and before you misinterpret “salvation” – everybody needs saving. There is danger everywhere).

To meet myself (you; the namaste; the humans; the rest of my oneness), and realise its addiction to self-destruction, and attachment to ‘ego’: the temporary life, and temporary identity. Who were you before you were named?
Who were you before you were renamed?

That is why, the so-called “enlightened ones” move away, to remote locations, move away, to mountain tops, move away, to the land of silence and “no-thought”, where they don’t have to listen to any of those nonversations – from their mind, nor the mind of others – nor engage in the false importance of pop music and celebrity politicians: Maya and The Matrix

Which is all fine and good… do whatever you want with your enlightenment, but what happens when the sprawl reaches the peace of the temples and holy lands?

The Burn

The Heart of Thich Quang Duc Remained. It literally did not burn. Superpowers…

Can you abandon reality for your individual peace, and leave the rest of your self (oneness) to its own lessons of awakening, in its own time?

I cannot.
It’s getting darker, here; imbalanced.
I am going down with this ship.

It takes a real saint to stay.

For me, I was born in a city, a sprawling metropolis of consumerism and anonymity; it used to be friendly, and small, but it’s changed. It’s less organic.
And I was born enlightened.
But I didn’t remember until after my Kundalini Rose, and sent me spiralling into others – none who remembered.
Until I found myself reflected in one who did remember.
And we both knew, without a doubt, that there was no more searching to be made.
We had stopped each other in the mirror.

For example, without context, how can anyone know who or what they are?
If I AM a Shaman, how would I know?
Would there even be a word for me?
Would I be labelled by others based on their perceptions of interacting with me?
Or would I have to meet “another myself” and wait for the chemical reaction of recognition and knowing.
If we said exactly the same things, at exactly the same moments, and knew exactly the same things…

But you’ll notice, it’s still not safe to say things like that:”Haha – lol – enlightened?! What an ego!”, “But you don’t look enlightened?  Where is your ceremonial garb? Where are your superpowers?!”
– believe me, I have looked for them.
They included downloading skills and knowledge directly into my self (and this was before I knew what “downloading” was. I knew that school was a waste of time. Slow learning? Pfft)
They included altering my appearance.
They included an impenetrable shield, and serious kung fu.
There was levitation, and healing, and so much more…

And through dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered, I sought to reclaim what I had lost upon entering this new body, and holding sacred all I did remember.

And, of course, it all sounded like science fiction – until I encountered others who remembered. Or others who spoke of such things. That’s when I knew I hadn’t made them up.

The most controversial memory I have, is that when I was born, I knew there was something wrong with reincarnation.
But here, reincarnation is still a debatable topic as it is! We cannot even discuss the concept of it being flawed if it may or may not even exist…
So I had no one to talk to about that – ever – until I heard it spoken by Andrew Bartzis (unclear on his agenda or behaviour), and my favourite Alien, Airl (everything she says makes so much sense that I am forced to believe in her; she is one of the only ones speaking about the secret things I knew). Plus: I believe in me. And I have frighteningly little in common with the majority of people on Earth. I found myself reflected, only, in Alan Watts, and Hindu Teachings. You can read all about me, here.

Alan Watts is a great example of accessible divinity.
Study, Practice, Teaching, Experience, and Enlightenment – while still smoking cigarettes, having a drink, and making babies.
Because he existed in a modern, metropolitan context.

My own favourite, “people’s guru” that I shared the company of, was an ex-heroin junkie, and I’d bring him a pack of cigarettes and a can of coke when I’d visit. He was the holiest one I had ever met.

But there are many cultures, with many great wise people, who were never separated from divinity. From Africa, to Ireland, Scotland, Australia, Aotearoa, and The Amazon.
Separation had not been artificially introduced, and was not a ‘thing’.
There were many temples, and many great wise leaders ~ it was their job, and they were born to be. Just as one was born to be a mother. Or one was born to be a protector, or a Medicine Person. There was, and still is, an ORGANIC order.

One common misconception about enlightenment, is that it only happens to great sages and mystics in India, who worship at the feet of tradition.
Or great Zen Masters, with great discipline, who have silenced the mind and attained ~ *Living Peace*

The majority of, who in these tales, are men.
We know only their ways, journeys, and wisdom.

Being an enlightened female, in history, and in this day and age, is different to being an enlightened male.
Woman is sensuality, embodiment, spontaneity, and aliveness.
She is Dakini or Shakti.
She has many names, and none.
She is not like enlightened men.
His is a mind-control.
Hers is a freedom.

Very few enlightened women are visible in history, and today; and the ones who are, dress plainly to show a detachment from the material world.

But while you are matter, you are material.
One can merge into the ashram, into the group, and dissolve all sense of individuality to be part of the group mind – if you want to.

However, the only FEMALE role-model of enlightenment that we have today, in this modern world, is AMMA.
And what does she do?

She hugs your body.
She hugs you while you are here.
Because: you matter.
And you forgot.

Another common misconception about enlightenment, is COMPARISON.
Comparing Ramana Maharshi to Amma, or Alan Watts to Osho confuses the unique quality of what enlightenment actually is: it’s a revelation, a remembering, a reunion. An Activation. No two teachers – or huggers – alike.
Not all of us are smiling.
Having a great time.
“In Permanant Bliss”

Sometimes, Enlightenment just finds you.
But mostly, it is guided by teachers, gurus, and sages from Hindu or Buddhist traditions. They kept the teachings, while others had theirs burned and murdered.

I was born to be in a Temple – but they were all burned down before I came; I had to come, just to rebuild them. For I am not the only one born for temples… “WE” have come (and were always here) to make Divinity accessible, again. Someone spread some awful rumour that it belonged only to THE Son of “God” -just the one. 😉
Base Humanity can ascend and transcend the limits of the temporary human personality – but you may have noticed that the “Ascension Movement” was hijacked by duality wars, psychic pollution, and mass confusion akin to religious fervour.

My ceremonies have evaporated with my culture, my people, and our teachings – I wear a Uniform of Black; for mourning… or because blackness used to mean something else. I am a lone, here. Alone, all-one. On loan.

Adaptation? I hear that word echoing…
Only if you want to kill things that are different.
Adaptation into an inorganic being, obsessed with its temporary life: Transhumanism.
Neon Robots.
And by “neon”, I mean EGO
Do you really want to live that much?

2000px-Transhumanism_h+.svgBeing that I remember that reincarnation is flawed, I suspect that others remember too. Hence the desire for immortality and transhumanistic thought.

Being that I remember altering my physical form, I suspect others do, too; hence the popularity of plastic surgery, and transhumanistic thought.

But the more I notice, the more I see many mixed agendas on this planet; I see cults of different star systems.
And of course, I don’t mind; it’s exciting… UNLESS IT HURTS ANOTHER.

Death is Wrong!

Death is Wrong!

And people ARE hurting at the hands of some agendas

Once upon a time, we thought like this:
“We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors. We borrow it from our children.”

THIS SOLSTICE, which is FOUR DAYS AWAY at the time of printing, Chief Arvol makes a request:

10411770_985444781489590_3242286981988672177_n“Mitakuye Oyasin (all my relations),
On this June 21st, 2015 we as the Spiritual People, from the guidance of Great Spirit, will light our sacred fire of 20 years.

My heart is heavy as I share my feelings with each and every one of you; it feels as though humanity has gone too far. It was shown in a dream long ago, that we would come to a time in this global community, we would have to unite at our Sacred Sites once again to bring back healing. Many Nations would stand shoulder to shoulder in the Sacred Hoop. The future of our children’s health and wellbeing is dependent on our efforts. They need every person’s prayer from the Global Community.

We are sincerely asking prayers for the People that are spiritually disconnected who are making decisions that only last in their life time of survival for profit off Mother Earth. Mother Earth is the source of life not a resource. Many Sacred Sites have been abused and controlled by People who do not know Spirit.

In our prophecies when earth and climate change begins to disrupt the natural cycle of survival and life, the animals would warn with their sacred color white. This will be a sign of what is called the Crossroads; either be faced with chaos, disasters and witness tears from our relatives eyes or we can unite spiritually in this Global Community – All Nations, All Faiths, One Prayer.

We must regain the respect and honor back for the Sacred Sites and Sacred Places of worship. Long ago, wars left these places and people of prayer alone, today they are being destroyed. I know that many People feel the same as I do.

This has been a long journey of many tests and hardship at times. If it were not for the People that believed in spirit of the white animals we would have never come this far. We ran and rode horse back carrying that sacred message for the health and well being of Mother Earth and all her creation. We did our best. I would like to acknowledge all those who heard the call and sponsored the event of June 21st to grow on their continent and honor their local Sacred Site.

This year many will travel again to their sacred places. This year we will honor my Hunka (adopted) Father Dave Chief for instructing RED (Red Earth Descendants) to pray since 1996 at their Sacred Site. I ask the Global community to pray with us, whether it is a church, temple, synagogue, mosque or where ever the spirit may guide to pray with us on this day.

In a sacred hoop of life where there is no ending and beginning,
Onipiktec’a (that we shall live),

Nac’a (Traditional Leader -Chief) Arvol Looking Horse, 19th Generation Keeper of the Sacred White Buffalo Calf Pipe Bundle”

“Do not spare yourself in the work which you must accomplish.” ~ Hazrat Inayat Khan

 Who says I must?
My Divinity.

Mitakuye Oyasin
In La’kech

Does “Namaste” mean anything to you?



It used to be liberation of the mind from Maya… simply, from the ego of the self, and the ego of others.

But now – for whatever reason – it is about more than just that: it is about liberation from a global agenda, as well.

Liberation from The Matrix – which was created within Maya.
A lie on top of a lie.

(Maya is not a ‘lie’ like you might think; it’s not ‘evil’, it was meant to be fun… Maya is the canvas… No canvas, no picture! No form, no party.)

The lie was created by egos that take everything so seriously; “THIS is reality: I am your god, you are my slave.” – and other egos believe it.

If they are allowed to destroy, enslave, and rape, why are we not allowed to create, liberate, and protect?

If they are allowed to say No, why are we not allowed to say NO, back!

Maya has many interpretations, but it is more than a word; Maya is the Dancing Canvas. It is everything that you think is real, that is really just a show.
If you can be *in* the show, *and* watching the show “at the same time”, you have become awakened; enlightened; liberated from Maya.
Non-participation is not necessary, while you are here.
Peace on the Mountain is a life-style choice.
But you are where you are; you have awakened where you are.

The Matrix is the Labyrinth of Confusion: Maya Central!

Again; be in the Matrix, but not of it.
“It’s all fun and games until someone loses an eye…” (Illuminati joke)

But now, this game is hurting people. It was already hard to remember we were just visiting, but now, our reality has been hijacked, and the controls put in place are deliberately designed to prevent us from Oak-ing… (Dear Acorn…)

Now, who, or what, is this control?


That’s right; the good ol’ Wizard of Oz.




In this little ditty, hides all the ingredients for creation: The “Do”, and the “Be” of existence.

To DO is Yang: To Take Action.
To BE is Yin: Surrender to Reception.

It is a common, linear, 3D habit to divide Yin and Yang in two – but they’re really One: yinyang, yangyin.
They *dance*


It is also quite a popular and common theory, to claim that Doing is better than Being – or, in some cases, that Being is more noble and purposeful than just brainlessly Doing.

Ideally, they *should* be dancing…

According to this theory, Doing is productive, and Being is lazy.

Yet Being is a state of receiving one’s True Nature and Purpose. To Be who you were born to Be – without the force of the false personality, or pressures from the imbalanced society.

To Do is Solar.
To Be is Lunar.

The trick is, to combine the two into a Life-Flow ~ To receive oneself, and ACT upon it. To act – To Do – from the forced, false self, is to imprint upon the canvas of the world with ego, and temporary, short-sighted vision.
To Be, without Action, is to make no imprint, at all.

To Do, with ego, is to deprive creation of your purpose for BEing here.

In this dance, hides, also: The Lover, and The Loved.

Yang is DOing. Everybody wants you when you’re busy. Because they can’t have you, can’t catch you.
Yin is the BEing; The Lover… receiving all the Beauty and Grace of The DOer.

Yet, one who does, and does not know why, becomes startled in the mirror of the one who watches – receives – and is uncomfortably reminded of their Being – whom they are likely to have forgotten. Or worse: whom they avoid.

The Lover, on the other hand, is so good at Being – but no one turns around from their Doing. All the Beautiful things the Lover has Witnessed eventually grow to have no outlet, though they reach; The Lover and The Loved belong to one another, but without The Dance, The Sun never witnesses the Wisdom of The Moon…

They are the reflection of each other; on whom does the Sun shine, if there is no body? No container?

If you want someone to Love you, you *have* to turn around.

(and around, and around, and around… *~@~*)

The Art of Life is in our ability to Do-be-do-be-do…

TRIBAL DANCE WORKSHOP: “The Love Dance with Ourselves” *Guest Post by Rebecca Cook*

Sacred Sexuality ~ The Love Dance with Ourselves
by Rebecca Cook

We are Sacred Sexual beings, we were created this way. To make manifest our greatest and highest selves. To be the best we can be … which has nothing to do with being in a relationship … or having sex. It means, as a woman, to honor the sacred feminine within, the Sacred Goddess within our deepest internal space, and whatever that means for us personally. You may choose to be in a sexual relationship, or you may choose not to. There is no right or wrong to any type of relationship. Whatever you choose and what is your own intent is that which we all need to be aware of.

Being clear of your own intentions towards yourself, and your choices, empowered as a woman to do your own thing, whatever that is, and  being clear on your intent towards others, your partner , or loved ones. Allowing yourself to be who you are in your highest form…. And being aware that that can change at times too. And that’s ok.

Who am I ….

what do I stand for…

what is my purpose on the world,

I recognize that I create my own happiness, my own highest good. And the good of all my loved ones, for our tribe, for the good of all humanity. We all want this, surely?

Allow unfoldment in your life, not control, gentle unfoldment, acceptance of your own truth and how that expands.

Being totally honest with yourself is the way to higher consciousness, unfolding as a rose, from bud to fullest flower.

Your feminine power is a well of delicious beauty and wholeness, ready for you to activate and dive into, without fear. The fire at the base chakra of your being, is the Kundalini rising, and as a whole the power of all women is being felt in the world for our healing qualities. The time of honoring the Goddess, the great Mother, is now ~ And the feminine force of the great SHI in all of us. Long before Christianity, the Great Goddess was revered:
”A Woman Warrior was honored and valued, member of the tribe, as all Women were, as an aspect of the Great Mother.” ~ Lynne Sinclair Wood… I love that  that … “As all women were….”

The sacred and ancient expression of dance, is both sensual, and sexual, tuning in to the beat of the music, the beat of the divine, the heart beat of the Mother Earth, and the Wildness of Father Sky..… Creation itself~~~ is sexual ~ How can it not be? Male and Female ~ The God and The Goddess … Shiva and Shakti …. Celebrate who you are as a sexual and  sensual being~~~ with and in no fear ~ only Love.

 In Ancient times, the Women danced for other women purely as an expression of Femininity and their own empowerment ~~ don’t we women love to dance…  some sensual drum beats, fine music, and we women start to move … and get it on … this happens in all cultures across the world … for the pure joy of it …this is how we honor the feminine force sometimes without even realizing it.

So realize and release this joy, with intent, and honor your Sacred sexuality with the Tribal Dance.


Dance, when you’re broken open;
Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off;
Dance in the middle of the fighting;
Dance in your blood;
Dance, when you’re perfectly free.


Rebecca Cook~

The Language of Love


Every One is Loving you in their own way – whether you notice or not.

What is your “Love Language”?
Learn to speak them all, and watch your relationships *~ Bloom ~* evergreen, all around you!


Important to note, is that depending on one’s “Love Style” certain unkindnesses will not phase one, while those same unkindnesses will destroy another.

According to Gary Chapman, here are the 5 Love Languages:


Actions don’t always speak louder than words. If this is your love language, unsolicited compliments mean the world to you. Hearing the words, “I love you,” are important—hearing the reasons behind that love sends your spirits skyward. Insults can leave you shattered and are not easily forgotten. You thrive on hearing kind and encouraging words that build you up.

Can helping with homework really be an expression of love? Absolutely! Anything you do to ease the burden of responsibilities weighing on an “Acts of Service” person will speak volumes. The words he or she most wants to hear: “Let me do that for you.” Laziness, broken commitments, and making more work for them tell speakers of this language their feelings don’t matter. When others serve you out of love (and not obligation), you feel truly valued and loved.

Don’t mistake this love language for materialism; the receiver of gifts thrives on the love, thoughtfulness, and effort behind the gift. If you speak this language, the perfect gift or gesture shows that you are known, you are cared for, and you are prized above whatever was sacrificed to bring the gift to you. A missed birthday or a hasty, thoughtless gift would be disastrous—so would the absence of everyday gestures. Gifts are heartfelt symbols to you of someone else’s love and affection for you.

In Quality Time, nothing says “I love you” like full, undivided attention. Being there for this type of person is critical, but really being there—with the TV off, fork and knife down, and all chores and tasks on standby—makes you feel truly special and loved. Distractions, postponed activities, or the failure to listen can be especially hurtful. Whether itʼs spending uninterrupted time talking with someone else or doing activities together, you deepen your connection with others through sharing time.

A person whose primary language is Physical Touch is, not surprisingly, very touchy. Hugs, pats on the back, and thoughtful touches on the arm—they can all be ways to show excitement, concern, care, and love. Physical presence and accessibility are crucial, while neglect or abuse can be unforgivable and destructive. Appropriate and timely touches communicate warmth, safety, and love to you.
Personal: My LL’s are equal PRESENCE and AFFECTION.
I cannot imagine a better way to Celebrate Life!
REALLY *HERE* – with You!

Also, my presence, and time, *is* my gift – my Life, an Act of Service.

(“Gifts” and “Words” do not *transmit* Love to me. However, I am aware that people are Loving me in their own way, so I embrace it all – hu am I to be the dam in Love’s River? I Love to communicate in ANY language I can discover, at all.)

I was once in a relationship (? <~ monoship?) with a Beast.
He was extremely verbally abusive, a bully, and a stoner (Absence is a killer for a person of Presence… running away, being distracted, out of it, non-communicative – are all offensive to Presence).

Luckily for me, his “words” did not scar me, because that is my non-Love Language.
Just the repelling nature of his character was enough.
His next girlfriend was not so lucky, with her Loving Words…
he also added violence to that mix, and his very existence offended me. (on a side note, in his ugliness, I saw my beauty, and I got a first-hand look at just how bad the human condition was upon the Earth.)

As a person of Affection, things like rape, violence, and physical abuse are devastating, and practically unforgivable.
Even coldness, hurts.
Anything harsh on the sensory being.

-we are all so delicate in Love.

For a person of words, and gifts, nasty words, meanness,  and the ‘taking back of gifts’, or  taking of material possessions hurts (hmm… now I know why my Mum was always harping on about that camera incident… her main language is “Gifts”).

I’d be talking to my Mum, and she’d be writing a thesis, or something. Distracted (according to me), and keeps asking me to do the dishes – for my Mum, Service, and Gifts are her language; she’d be giving me a million cute things I don’t want, that I’d keep just because she gave them to me, and they emanated with her Love -but I just want conversation and hugs!

Eventually when I saw the way that we Expressed Love, differently, existence became clear!

In true fashion to a person of Service, making more work for her – existing; having dinner, using a plate, or -yeah, just existing, was like, really annoying for her!

My sister, on the other hand, is like Words, Gifts, and Service. Can’t stand hugging. It was a bit shit for me to grow up with people that don’t speak my language, but hey – we Live.

As I’m sure it was shit for them to just have me “hanging around” with my presence, when they are hungry for precious, thoughtful words, or personalised, meaningful gifts and service.

*~ Here I am! ~* I’d say with bated, open arms…

Lol – families.

(on a side note, in the same degree of Virgo, is my Saturn, sister’s Mercury, Mum’s Moon, and Dad’s Sun. As soon as I learned that, I was like: what an awfully harsh, cold, constrictive child I must have felt to my Mum’s soft Moon.
And my sister must have felt her freedom of expression extremely silenced by the patriarchal rule of my Saturn. I had to learn to speak softer to them.
Dad, on the other hand, found me to be more of a Teacher to him.)

Family dynamics are fascinating.
Please share your stories, below, if you feel like it – you know how I Love “Quality Time”!

*~ Service is the Highest Act of Love ~*
*~ Service is the Highest Act of Love ~*
*~ Service is the Highest Act of Love ~*

It is Transcendent.
To Serve from Love – not slavery.

– In my case, it’s more of a “give you what you need – not what you want”; I’m transformational, that way 😉
I’m not afraid of a little Tuff Love.

Take your own Love for a test-drive, here:
(the quiz is kind of… inefficient, but hey – who doesn’t Love a quiz!?)

Just a thought…: Chaos and Harmony

Chaos is blind, but Harmony thinks it beautiful... "Chaos at the Heart of Orion" ~ Hubble/NASA

Chaos is blind, but Harmony thinks it beautiful… “Chaos at the Heart of Orion” ~ Hubble/NASA

(circa August 7, 2010)
Life is about the oscillating choice between these two primal forces.

One is free to choose – Chaos or Harmony?

Choosing both is probably the neutral point of non-dualists, who sit amidst the constant bubbling and erupting energy of these creative primal forces; who are in constant relationship.

Choosing Harmony is not denying Chaos – it is ‘choosing’ Harmony.

The way I see it, Chaos’ default destination is Harmony; and the path of Chaos denies Harmony.

Everything in This Universe that has at once been chaotic, has eventually settled into Harmony (if not, it is inert, arrested, or in the process of aligning…)

So, one can choose the path of learning this – and continue to oscillate between faith and separation – or, one can choose Harmony with absolute faith, and just go with the flow… and learn to ride the alignment wave… and admit Chaos. I would reiterate the historical point: “Follow your Bliss”.

Again, I bring it back to “…there is only illumination and ignorance…” (Thank you for that one, Shirley MacLaine – and Guides!). They are in constant relationship, for ignorance receives illumination. Reception is the opportunity for the growth of expansion – is this not the aim of This Universe?

I would say that ‘choosing’ Harmony leads to Illumination; and Chaos, eventually, leads to Harmony.

So, just a thought… what say you – my Divine Counterparts?

*…In La’kesh…*