Sunday, December 14, 2008
In the Synchronicity of Life where I am...
All is perfect, whole and complete... and life goes on and on or around and around or again and again. Or does it just stop somewhere at no predetermined spot? I think not... I know not... I may even be a frayed knot, but what the heck, I'll give you a peck and from Lena's meeting in Switzerland, which I shall never forget or remember, because I wasn't actually there, I give you the only English from this Swiss Crystal Child, with love Donnerstag 25.10.07 What is luck? What is love? Where is luck? Where is love? It’s in a job It’s in richness It’s in being free It’s in having a familiy It’s in having a partner It’s in having sex It’s in being beautiful It’s in being successful It’s in being healthy No It’s in me I am love I am luck I am paradise We are looking the whole life for happiness. We are looking everywhere. We are running around, try to catch the perfect partner. We are working so hard, trying to be successful trying to get rich…. But it is so near. It’s in us. Everything is in us. I am paradise I am my dream It’s nowhere outside It’s in me I am paradise I am my dream ~ When I attended the Dynamics of Personal Leadership course, held at JHIsaacs in Cape Town in the late 80's, we unanimously came to the conclusion that the most suitable acronym for LUCK would be Labour Under Correct Knowledge. Love on the other hand, I knew would be a bit trickier. In almost every high school diary I wrote and rewrote an affirmation (didn't know about them in those days) that fascinated me. It goes as follows: Love is a feeling hard to explain, it tickles the heart and fucks up the brain. Oh boy, did that lead to some manifestation of a rather tricky kind! However, it's mind over matter - you don't mind and I don't matter, or vice versa. Perhaps when we mind, we matter? What do you think? I am my dream, are you?
Location:
Gansbaai, 7220, South Africa
Above and BeBlonde - the Call of Duty
You know, there I was walking up Queen Victoria Street with Van, when all of a sudden, there was an Almighty splash...
Ok, now you know I'm only joking, but the truth of the matter is my needs are always met. I regularly forget this, and that's probably because I keep falling through the time-warp. When I manage to collect up my energy from wherever I have left it and get back into present time, hey presto, it all comes back to me.
Anyway, so there was Van, standing on the stoep of his technology office, at 7 Queen Victoria Street, wondering how on earth he was going to manage to assist this blonde damsel, in distress about her lack of a water hose and connection gadget.
The well-oiled gears of his mind clicked, almost audibly, into gear, rummaged through the filing cabinets of his mind... click cd:\ home://swimming pool/carstens.html click-click.
D'you know who might be able to help you? Cassie Carstens, he's usually not in town, but I've got his number...
And then, VOILA! There Cassie appeared, walking towards Van, bang on time. Van almost fell over and when he regained his balance and lifted his jaw off the sidewalk, he asked Cassie, quite nonchalantly, if he might help me with my hose gadget dilemma.
Sure, says Cassie, I'll drop it off just now.
Half a litre of caffeine and 5 cigarettes later, Van saunters back up Queen Vic from his corner on the steop at the Stanford Gallery Art Cafe. The blonde damsel, sill laughing at his jokes, is no longer distressed and he is, for now anyway, King of Stanford.
The aforementioned hose and gadget are proudly loaded into the blonde's farm bakkie and Van stands there, transfixed, as the blonde smiles and waves goodbye.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Mystic Knot
OK, I surrender already, again! I have been really busy with Stanford Birding and popped onto my pc to check emails again. I have 207 unread emails just in my Astrology folder - well, to be honest, there just hasn't been time for indulging in that sort of mind game. To cut a long story short, I noticed some new stuff about feng shui and it's spot on stuff. This is my Mystic Knot.
I thought of putting it onto my healing blog, but somehow got distracted and thought it time to post something here. I had to have a giggle to myself when I noticed the last entry was exactly a year ago. The planets must be coming into alignment or something. Anyway, all I want to do now is go sit with Sir and watch TV and serve up my toad-in-the-hole!
Perhaps if I got my Facebook Faerie to sprinkle some magic love dust, who knows what kind of alchemy may manifest??
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
After Reiki II with Rita Baptista
"Don't piss on me you fucking bastard,"she screamed mentally when the rain suddently seemed to purposefully be blown directly on top of her head as she was sitting on the step outside the kitchen back door next to the dog bowls under the awning avoiding the rain. Simultaneously she was giving the impression that it was a dual purpose curse she felt she could get away with on the grounds that it was directed towards both her Allan in Heaven and The Almighty. Neither of them were really there with her and she felt so alone, there was noone else to talk to.
Feeling a little guilty now, she crept back inside 'Bonnybrae' to see if her sister and her sister's boyfriend may be feeling a little more sociable. A quick peek into the lounge area found them canoodling on the floor, obviously thoroughly enjoying each others' company and not the least bit interested in entertaining or interacting with her in any way. She thought to herself that this seemed pretty mean as it was, after all, the first time she had met her sister's new boyfriend. He had a good first name, Bruce, so she reckoned it couldn't all be bad.
Feeling ignored and rather lost, she pottered around the house, content to find her own way. Then she found the telephone. She picked it up hoping to find someone on the other side to talk to. She thought, here I am, the lines of commuication to God are wide open, surely there is someone out there who wants to ask some questions? She put the phone back into its cradle and stared at it for ages, yet still it didn't ring. In her state of mind she had no idea who she could or should phone, but the need to talk was overwhelming.
Having only a few hours before finished the last day of the Reiki II course in Plumstead, Rita became the obvious choice to call. Surprisingly, Rita was at the other end of the telephone although Philippa did not get the reaction she felt one could expect upon hearing such awesome news about open lines of communication with God. Time seemed to waver in thin air until Deborah wandered in and found her huddled over the telephone with no-one on the other end of the line.
Real communication between the sisters had ceased to exist and taking her upstairs to a double-bedded bedroom was all Deborah could do to sort out her sister who was in the way of her passion-filled evening. On the way Philippa found a music cd entitled 'River Dance' which sent a bolt of 'aah, yes this is it' feeling through her and she immediately asked if she could borrow the compact disc, thinking that because it is 'n the family' it must surely be no problem.
"No, I dont think so, but you can ask Bruce" was the reply from Deborah who later confirmed that that was indeed the case. She felt devastated that they didn't realise the importance of the River connection and how she obviously needed to uplift herself with what could only possibly be music or songs that were divinely inspired and meant for her in that moment.
With the wind taken out of her sails, she allowed her sister to direct her into the upstairs bedroom which to her, seemed to be cold and unloved. The lack of comforting and nurturing was reflected in the starkly decorated bedroom with the wooden two-door cupboard.
Confusion, sadness and the feelings of abandonment ran through her mind and body and she reluctantly accepted her fate and climbed onto the bed and under the bedding they had provided.
Darkness and shadows abounded. The overwhelming presence of a giant penis, like a shadow, cast its darkness diagonally accross the full height of the double cupboard. She could not make sense of this dark, shadowy energy, other than to acklnowledge it's awfully powerful presence. She felt afraid with her lack of understanding, but simply wondered to herself what it was all about and slowly but surely seemed to drift off into a rather unconscious state of sleep.
Feeling a little guilty now, she crept back inside 'Bonnybrae' to see if her sister and her sister's boyfriend may be feeling a little more sociable. A quick peek into the lounge area found them canoodling on the floor, obviously thoroughly enjoying each others' company and not the least bit interested in entertaining or interacting with her in any way. She thought to herself that this seemed pretty mean as it was, after all, the first time she had met her sister's new boyfriend. He had a good first name, Bruce, so she reckoned it couldn't all be bad.
Feeling ignored and rather lost, she pottered around the house, content to find her own way. Then she found the telephone. She picked it up hoping to find someone on the other side to talk to. She thought, here I am, the lines of commuication to God are wide open, surely there is someone out there who wants to ask some questions? She put the phone back into its cradle and stared at it for ages, yet still it didn't ring. In her state of mind she had no idea who she could or should phone, but the need to talk was overwhelming.
Having only a few hours before finished the last day of the Reiki II course in Plumstead, Rita became the obvious choice to call. Surprisingly, Rita was at the other end of the telephone although Philippa did not get the reaction she felt one could expect upon hearing such awesome news about open lines of communication with God. Time seemed to waver in thin air until Deborah wandered in and found her huddled over the telephone with no-one on the other end of the line.
Real communication between the sisters had ceased to exist and taking her upstairs to a double-bedded bedroom was all Deborah could do to sort out her sister who was in the way of her passion-filled evening. On the way Philippa found a music cd entitled 'River Dance' which sent a bolt of 'aah, yes this is it' feeling through her and she immediately asked if she could borrow the compact disc, thinking that because it is 'n the family' it must surely be no problem.
"No, I dont think so, but you can ask Bruce" was the reply from Deborah who later confirmed that that was indeed the case. She felt devastated that they didn't realise the importance of the River connection and how she obviously needed to uplift herself with what could only possibly be music or songs that were divinely inspired and meant for her in that moment.
With the wind taken out of her sails, she allowed her sister to direct her into the upstairs bedroom which to her, seemed to be cold and unloved. The lack of comforting and nurturing was reflected in the starkly decorated bedroom with the wooden two-door cupboard.
Confusion, sadness and the feelings of abandonment ran through her mind and body and she reluctantly accepted her fate and climbed onto the bed and under the bedding they had provided.
Darkness and shadows abounded. The overwhelming presence of a giant penis, like a shadow, cast its darkness diagonally accross the full height of the double cupboard. She could not make sense of this dark, shadowy energy, other than to acklnowledge it's awfully powerful presence. She felt afraid with her lack of understanding, but simply wondered to herself what it was all about and slowly but surely seemed to drift off into a rather unconscious state of sleep.
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