Fear, Writing and the Ganges

coyright2011 Danise Codekas

All is connected...no one thing can change by itself.--Paul Hawken

There are still miracles, shamans, faith, creativity. I have the knowledge that spiritual, psychic, alternative realities and supernatural powers are occurring and influencing us, at all times.

If you seek a deeply creative, powerful and life-changing event that will show you the pathway to your soul, go to those places, in the world, that are still protected and honored by the indigenous peoples and healers, on this planet.

Those, like myself, who constantly seek spirit and understand the power of universal consciousness, as we march toward the end of the Mayan, Aztec, Hopi and Hebrew calendars from 2011-2013, are heading to those places now, like Chimney Rock, NM.

We are burrowing into places that hold the energy of healing on earth, and enable the clearing of mind and body, in order for us to access higher levels of conscious awareness, without the infiltration of negative, world mind sets.

 

When I was in Santa Fe, I met a Hopi jeweler on the square, by the name of Chimney Rock. He made an incredible silver, turquoise and Peruvian, spiny oyster shell ring for me. After being in Chimney Rock, then meeting Chimney Rock, how could I not accept his ring?

It was one of the those meetings, where I knew we were pulled together, in order to jump start, a new part of my journey, maybe his too.

 

 

 

It was an  illuminate moment, for me. Since I do not believe in coincidence, my journeys and encounters are part of my soul search, here on earth. I had to accept his gift, of his art.

My friend, Bonnie, wrote me today and wanted to know how far my book was along. I was baffled and also fearful of appearing Less Than, and my explanation, that the book is still not done, made me realize,   that some part of my path on the journey, to complete it, was still being walked now. Perhaps overcoming fear is part of the lesson. It has been a week of Fear stalking me, via my bank account. It is, also, I realize more than that, alone.

Art is like that, since to assign a time for IT to be done, is to deny my soul’s collaboration with my creation, across a laptop’s screen. It is not going to be done, until the information needed for my soul to complete it arrives, and is acknowledged, and my fear of writing the words, about things, that are private now, has to be let go of for my sake and the book’s completion. 

Sometimes, I create things, like my oil paintings, and hide them from the world. Yes, I oil paint. Painting is unlike anything else, that I do, like dancing, playing music, swimming, or writing.

Another part of the body moves, and the mind throws itself into a super heightened state of awareness. The shapes and colors that arise express me, at the moment of creation. When I look at my creations, completed, I look at something, seeing myself, in a new form. Unexplainable, yet present.

When I was in Calcutta, I felt unlike myself, the first few days, I was there. My second trip there to the Black Hole of India. It is called that by India Nationals because it is their example of the poorest, large city on the sub-continent. It also memorializes the people who died in the Black Hole cell, after the capture of Fort William in 1756.

Then, I went swimming in the Ganges.

A few days later, I found myself in the slums along the river.

As I go through life, I see  a choice to accept  life, as it is, or lie to myself, about what it is not, until I experience my true light, again.

 

Seeing the Victoria Memorial, the juxtaposition of it against the slums, on the same river, brought me back to center, recognizing beauty and grandeur, in the world.

Forgetting the beauty, after feeling the sorrow about those in the slums, beget a realization, that bringing wisdom, bestowing kindness,  and creating beauty in the world, is what we need to do before we leave it behind.

Some bestow it on us, through their art, architecture, music and words, others through their work helping those who are poor, ill, or dying, as this man dying on the streets, in Calcutta.

Take a  walk to Mother Teresa’s Memorial, after,  and get a sense of calmness, again, if you need it. 

I believe it is important to maintain respect for my body. Without it, walking through the world is impossible.

A man, who journeyed with us, in Calcutta, would never eat anything served from street vendors.

Buying fruits from them, he would never do, and he reminded us, of the danger of disease that may be attached to it. We ignored him. There is nothing more enjoyable than a freshly made glass of coconut milk, poured from the hands of a street vendor in Calcutta.

Or, a glass of fresh orange juice, pounded across wooden slats, by a woman who had oranges to offer me, in the sweltering heat. If there is a memory of sweet, orange juice to be carried through my life, it will be the orange juice of Calcutta, by blocking out the fearful lectures of a fellow traveler. 

Sometimes, I forget to be grateful for these things of the earth. The strangers and animals, who spend time with me, on earth’s journey. I am grateful for my experiences and being here, writing this, now.

Perhaps, more than ever, in the ever dwindling Puget Sound daylight, veiled by Japanese , nuclear meltdown sunsets.

If you want to make peace with that which is challenging you, I offer one of my favorite groups: The Center for Non-Violent Communication: https://www.cnvc.org/

One of my favorite people on this planet is Pema Chödrön. I have spent time with her, reading her books, listening to lectures. If you ever have the inclination to go to Nova Scotia, visit Gampo Abbey, her home. http://www.gampoabbey.org/

Should you be so inclined, read her book, Smile at Fear. http://www.shambhala.org/teachers/pema/index.php 

Here is a story, about facing Fear, from her book, When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times.

"Once there was a young warrior. Her teacher told her that she had to do battle with fear. She didn’t want to do that. It seemed too aggressive; it was scary; it seemed unfriendly. But the teacher said she had to do it and gave her the instructions for the battle. The day arrived. The student warrior stood on one side, and fear stood on the other.

The warrior was feeling very small, and fear was looking big and wrathful. They both had their weapons.

The young warrior roused herself and went toward fear, prostrated three times, and asked, "May I have permission to go into battle with you?" Fear said, "Thank you for showing me so much respect that you ask permission."

Then the young warrior said, "How can I defeat you?" Fear replied, "My weapons are that I talk fast, and I get very close to your face.

Then you get completely unnerved, and you do whatever I say. If you don’t do what I tell you, I have no power. You can listen to me, and you can have respect for me. You can even be convinced by me. But if you don’t do what I say, I have no power."

In that way, the student warrior learned how to defeat fear. "
-Pema Chödrön (When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times)

A New Beginning

copyright 2011 Danise Codekas

It has been a hell of a week. Some crazy things happening for me that are causing a bit a stress. Stress forces me to sit down and ponder, for about an hour. Then, get outside for a drive and do something else.

I listened to the Dalai Lama talk about meditation to a group of world class soccer players, and posted it on the blog, a few days ago. It always is a good thing to remember the tools I have, when things start to go awry. It is going to be a challenging month, this April, however, by Easter, my life should be a bit more in balance.

You have the same things going on in your life. Mirror images, we are now, as life’s surprises and the fruits of actions past, catch up. I had to let go of some habits, these past few weeks, and this stemmed from my decision to also begin to question what it is in my life that I really need.

Once the cleansing, cleaning, down sizing mentality begins to take hold, the parts around your life, that you were not looking at, also stand up for acknowledgement, and in my case, I really did not like them doing it.

This is a money issue for me. You know that one, I am sure and if you have engendered balance in that area of your life, then you are a lucky and wise person. I was once like you and then everything changed, in order for me to understand how tenuous life is, and what is it that is really important for me, now.

No, I know some of those things, however, I also realize this is the beginning of even bigger changes for me. It is like a thousand little earthquakes, shaking me up, everyday. Reminding me that change is here and I should just get my coat on, and be ready to move along where the next indicated thing is landing.

I like this quote from an old Tibetan monk of the 8th century: When tragedy comes, if there is something you can do to balance it, then do what you can; however, if it so great, that nothing can be done, then accept it.

My monkey mind races around the room, trying to find a resolution, and the bits and pieces that can help some are there, however, in the end, there are many things that I do not have, so I accept what has to be let go. Why make myself crazy. If I do not have that which is needed, to remedy the situation, I would be foolish to beat my head, and cause more pain and suffering. Accepting it, eases the stress.

My front door faces West-South West and there before me is Japan’s east coast. There are a half million people, tonight, in shelters without their internet provider, their cars, their beds, their tea pots, or their clothes, their houses or stores. Everything they had is gone.

Someday, in the future, they will have a new teapot and a bed, and internet and TV. But now, tonight, with the little they have, they are alive and are going to move forward in the months and years, to come aright, and be well, again.

This messy, challenge, I have created will also be appeased by the realization that I screwed up, and the actions I take to remedy it, will be the best I can come up with, with what I am able to do.

I shall give it my best effort, and know that the universe is a miraculous place, and there are angels and humans and animals that have hearts, who I can turn to, in my dark times. I have great faith in the universal consciousness, for some reason that stems, from the fact, that I am still here, alive, with food, shelter and a mind that has not lost its ability to reason or recognize truth or love.

I was listening to Fox Elipsus sing today, and I posted his song, on the blog earlier, and on my Facebook page. There is a line in his song, Nowhere Left to Run, http://youtu.be/OmBQqLs6cAQ , where he says more people in the world pray to win the lottery every day, then they do for those who are suffering.

In my case, this weekend, I would have to agree. However, after watching his video again, I realized the hubris of my imaginations and prayers. There is no excuse to think that money is the thing that will solve my problems. The only thing that will solve my problems is going out into the world, knowing I will be led to that which is best for my spiritual evolvement.

That is what I am doing here, that is why I came here this lifetime. To evolve into something greater than I was yesterday, or 10 years ago. Wisdom does not come from fear, but from actions taken, which do not stem from fear. That is how we feed a half million people in shelters in Japan. Fearlessly walking into hell and knowing it too shall pass, as we head toward a new beginning.

YouTube - Fox Elipsus - Nowhere Left To Run

YouTube - Fox Elipsus - Nowhere Left To Run

This video from Fox, may cause you a little thought, tonight.
Love his music and he always tries to show us the story behind the music.

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Andrew Bird's one-man orchestra of the imagination | Video on TED.com

Andrew Bird's one-man orchestra of the imagination | Video on TED.com

Speaking with IPL Members

Fresh Vegetables Without Radiation

copyright 2011 by Danise Codekas

Well, it has hit inland here above the Puget Sound, that first dose of radiation from Japan’s Nuclear Reactors. Never thought I’d see the day, since I figured we were too far inland from the Pacific Coast. But I was wrong. So, ridiculously, insanely wrong.

All those radiation monitors along the ring of fire coastline, from Alaska’s Aleutian's to the tips of Baja, are registering heightened levels of radiation. Oh, “THEY” say it is only a minute level of nuclear fallout radiation, equal to a simple x-ray exam. What they fail to mention is my body is getting a 24/7 X-Ray now and will continue to do so until there is no longer any radiation fallout.

No one can tell me when that will be, and if they did pretend to be able to predict that, they would be a bigger fool than me. The only thing anyone on this planet can hope for is that the wind blows another way, away from them, to another country or state. Does anyone realize how delicate the balance of space is, the microbes of life, the life of bees, the skin, flesh and atoms of a human body?

Do you not see how we have screwed up the balance of life, again, by building a nuclear arsenal of reactors on earth, in Japan, so we can turn on the night lites and big screen tv’s? How silent will you stay if the NRC decides to plant a nuclear waste dump or reactor 100 miles away from your home, now?

Do you understand why so many people decided to crawl over high fences and barbed wire in the 70’s, of the nuclear plants and labs? They were right. They are dangerous, unsafe, and destructive of life, and not one of those scientists and electric company executives in Japan, can control or stop the destruction that is being released by their creation, greed, and disdain of the horror released on humans and the environment. They have been paid, and paid well.

Let someone else get radiated. Ha! Sorry, my dears, there is no way to avoid it since it has even made it to the North Pole, now, 12 days after it all began.  Blocking light from the sun and changing the colors of the aurora borealis, the particles of light reflected from the sun, on earth. The radiation particles are blocking light and destroying upper atmospheric light waves.

No rest against the radiation hitting me, here, outside or there, amongst the fresh dandelions and tomatoes and apples, in their baskets, outside Harbor Greens, here in Gig Harbor.

I am watching nuclear reactor radiation drift down on top of my favorite dark red, sweet potatoes, drinking my vanilla latte on the patio, here at Forza Coffee, and I feel like running inside and taking a shower, to get the radiation particles off my skin. Ironic that my favorite coffee place is named after an Italian phrase, Forza di Vita, force of life. Force of life challenged by force death. And so it is.

Do you truly believe that nuclear fallout from Japan is not affecting minute microbes of life, throughout the planet, and beyond? We have destroyed our heritage, once again, by foolishly allowing fear to dictate the building of multiple nuclear reactors above dangerous ground.

The shelf of the continents below the lips of sandy shorelines, throughout the ring of fire, are now the holding platform for nuclear disaster, as earthquake and tidal waves continue to continue. Is no one going to say that we are mad?

Mad, so mad, to continue to buld and operate nuclear reactors built on ground that is known as the ring of fire?

Mad is what future generations will call us, like so many other fallen empires, of the past whose greed dictated their demise at their own hands, because they coveted power. We coveted nuclear power this time around. Our  Hands raised to vote, we chose the emperors, presidents, dictators and queens who agreed, with us that nuclear power would be our self-chosen way of oblivion.

I am sitting here, next to unplanted Japanese pines, awaiting purchase and planting, realizing that their cousins in North Japan have been wiped away in a violent earth conflagration, March 11, and they could be the last remaining connection to health seeds, healthy stock, as the radiation from the self-destructing reactors, destroy their DNA beginnings, on a small island, in the Pacific Ocean.

Millions of years of development, creating these magnificent trees, and their seed lines are being destroyed because a man built a nuclear reactor in their midst, above a dangerous fault line, in a country known for daily earthquake activity. Mad, Mad, Mad Insanity.

And me, I am sitting here in 60 degree weather, gazing at the blue sky and floating clouds, while US Military and UN fly up into the stratosphere to take radiation readings from the effects of this nuclear disaster in Japan.

They have been given the pills at the bases around here, yet us, the populace are sacrificial lambs. Unlike the Japanese govt. who is handing out pills now, to everyone, the US govt. and its Health experts sit and smile and tell us we do not need anyth8ing , right now. It is not dangerous enough, although military and government officials all receive pills. Hmm.

The Hopi were right about how the evil would come from the air, the birds would fall dead from the sky, and darkness would hide the energy of the sun, from earth when the times of change were upon the earth and Man will poison himself, and all those four-footed that walk with him on earth.

Enough of my rambling. My latte is cool and the sun is shining, the trees are showing the new apple blossoms, and my niece and sister have arrived safely in Southern California, with Hercules, the thoroughbred and are enjoying the delights of those So. Cal hills above the sea, above the San Onofre Nuclear Reactor, 25.7 miles to their west.

And, I am excited because I will be there soon, enjoying the splendor of those hills and vistas, and another favorite coffee house in Fallbrook, where perhaps my concern and anger about nuclear fallout will be lessened, because maybe between now and then, a matter of a few weeks, a miracle took place to remove this radiation blight and horror from the earth. A miracle of the cosmos, that has the possibility of giving me, again, fresh, organic, vegetables without radiation.

The Edge of Destruction

copyright 2011 Danise Codekas

9,079 deaths confirmed, 12,782 missing, about 318,213 people living at 2,060 shelters.

The ever rising Japanese body count climbs, which, we all know, from pictures of waves of wood, metal, cars, slammed six kilometers inland, thanks to a wall of water, traveling  the speed of a jet, slammed into their loves, the landfall and nuclear plants, on a fine winter’s day, after a 9.0 earth movement.

Disturbing and realigning 2 earth faults, pushing the rising sun island 8 feet to the west, and unbalancing the earth’s axis, and its course through space, March 11th.

We, still typing, walking, riding our bikes, doing our morning yoga, still breathing, lived through it. While those pulled out to sea, smothered under the waves, will never be found, since we are not looking for them, meters below the sea.

Many humans and animals will never be included in the death count, found, cremated or buried,  for the simple fact they were caught in a tsunami, and carried out to sea, or are quickly decomposing beneath tons of earthquake debris, which will take months to move. Left undisturbed in their violently spawned tombs.

A triad of terror from nature and man: oceanic tsunami, violent earth movement and radioactive cellular, molecular degeneration from foolishly placed nuclear reactors.

Nature and man-made triumvirate of terror combo, with one-third of the event, preventable, caused by multi-national power companies, and  greedy politicians, who promised the nuclear reactors can survive a 7.0 earthquake, foolishly constructing them atop an area of known, moving tectonic plates.

Obama, Japanese emperors,  and power company directors, all lying, swearing it is safe energy, safe ground, and in the face of this massive destructive radiation event, Obama states the US will move forward to construct even more of these human nuclear threats.

The hubris of their actions will, one day, cause more death and destruction, as earthquakes and tsunamis grow in size, as they have over the past 15 years.

California senators began hearings + testimony, today, from various nuclear energy experts and plant officials, on safety and disaster preparedness plans, for Southern California's San Onofre plant, below Fallbrook, 60 miles north of San Diego,  and the Diablo Canyon nuclear facility, near San Luis Obispo. The politicians and nuclear plant builders aren’t prophets, so they cannot predict what will happen. We all sense,  one day the earth will shake and waves will claim the dirt hills and beaches, as it has for millions of years.

A 2008 NRC report revealed that battery powering safety systems at San Onofre had not worked for four years. Hmm, do you think there are any more “systems” that are not working in the The San Onofre plant, located near the Rose Canyon Fault, Elsinore Fault, Newport Inglewood Fault, and San Clemente Fault? Concerns about seismic safety have plagued San Onofre for decades. In Southern California, there are an estimated 10,000 earthquakes per year.

I was on the freeway, the Saturday morning in 2009, after the Indonesian earthquake and tsunami event, during a Tsunami warning, driving by the San Onofre Nuclear Plant, heading down to  Oceanside,California. It was frightening, for a moment, when I saw the nuclear reactor,  a few hundred yards away from the Jeep.

I will be heading down to Temecula, Ca., visiting my niece, who is  working with her thoroughbred, Hercules, training for her riding events. She and my sister, with horses in tow, are driving there now, from Gig Harbor.

The ranch is 25.7 miles away from the nuclear reactor. My plan is to stay in Fallbrook, when I go down. My car will have a three day emergency food supply, a bottle of potassium iodide pills, a sangean emergency radio, and Joe Bonamassa, flicking my R&B strings, with his sexy guitar. This was one of my favorite concerts in London, with Joe and Eric Clapton:  http://youtu.be/VEEfDdJyxPY

Love Fallbrook and Lake Elsinore, and the beaches which are an easy ride from Fallbrook. Looking forward to a favorite coffee house, in the early morning, and spending some time around the barbeque grill, at sunset, with some old friends, and their avocados, at their place in the hills.

Future. I plan a trip, that is going to happen in my future, and think about those who lost theirs, a few days ago, on Japanese beaches and hillsides, as they watched the edge of destruction slamming in.

If you want to see how close you are to one of the reactors, here’s the link from Mother Jones, created from the NRC’s documentation.

http://bit.ly/ihJrhE .

Joe Bonamassa - Further on up the Road (Featuring Eric Clapton) - Live a...

Women and Grace

Copyright2011 Danise Codekas

Women are trying so hard to balance things now. Our personal, spiritual, and career lives are intertwined and stretching all the time.

Bodies' health, bills, cleaning house, keeping and making friends, communicating with family and mostly, just, dreaming about what the next indicated step is part of our journey. Finances, lovers and dreams are part of our crescendo.

I have a lot of things going that are challenges. Reducing, reviewing and re-purposing years' worth of papers, manuscripts and music, for instance. 

I wrote a lot of music over the years, and when I bought my new, handmade electric guitar from the incredible designers in Mexico, I began writing music again. 

The Roland Electric piano and software I have is making it easy to record, edit and put down digital recordings of these songs, written over the years. 

When I lived in San Fran and Santa Barbara, I met, dated and hung out with a lot of musicians, recording studio owners and record producers. I also sailed a lot. So, two passions of mine were equally satisfied over the years. I took classical guitar lessons from Sophocles Pappas when I lived on Dupont Circle in D.C.

Writing music has also come naturally to me, ever since I took piano and classical guitar lessons. I hated reading music and practicing, over and over again, the songs of my teachers.

So, I began writing my music and words that arose out the vast unconscious, which we all draw upon for our creations. It was easy. Let alone the intense, travel logged life I lead and led, writing music drew from the experiences, and tell my story in a different way than writing books or blogs do now.

When I lived in San Francisco, I spent a lot of time in clubs, or walking the street late at night, gathering posters off walls and telephone poles of the bands playing around town. One of my boyfriends rented large abandoned buildings, for the night, south of Market, and would put together musical extravaganzas, where hundreds of people would show up, pay 20$ and dance the night away.

Byron became well known in the music underground, and even more so famous in the LA music producer milieu. He was the connect between bands and agents, or bands and producers, but mainly between musicians and new fans. 

I saw the best and worst of what a music life could be for someone, on their way up or on their way down. I met assholes and prophets, clear-sighted stars and stars who were so in love with themselves, that their ego's destroyed relationships and connections.

The one thing that impressed me were the musicians who practiced, wrote, and lived their passion. There are some who simply had the genius for playing and writing, but not the desire to live the demanding musician's life.

There has never been a time in my life when music was not a part of it. Never a time when listening to someone strumming out their heart strings, or me, trying to put together some chords, that I was unhappy with the gift of music. All types or musicians and singers, in a lot of different countries, in many unusual and remarkable voices, has moved and inspired me. Dancing was always the inevitable response to those sounds, over the years.

Yes, women have a lot of decisions to make about all the possibilities in our lives. 

The International Day of Women says a lot about us. Is there an international Day of Men, also? There should be, since they make up the balance to female energy. The Yin and Yang for creation can only be with both acknowledged and respected.

Holding, this perfect guitar, in my hands, made by two Mexican brother savants, makes me forget everything going on in my paradoxical life, other than what comes from the strumming, creating,  and words coming into my consciousness, for the music. Writing and playing music, on the guitar, piano, organ or harmonica, is  a musical massage for my brain and heart. 

I cannot explain it except that I know, like writing, painting, and photography, in my moments of creation, all that exists is me and the creating.How do I exist in a world of such incredible amazements, without bowing to the power which sustains me? 

Once, when meeting Marianne Williamson, she said something that helped me realize the power of the gifts and passions, I carry around in my heart, and frustrations,I experience, when my art, writing or music does not feel as if it is complete in expressing my awareness. 

"There is often hidden power in the times when nothing seems to be happening at all. The times when the material world takes less precedence are times when the holy has time to breathe."

We all have been breathing for a long time. Sometimes, when doing my Yoga, I forget about my body. Forget I am a cellular form and feel part of that which is beyond human understanding. When I have that same experience, writing or playing music, I am in the flow of that at-one-ment with all that is. 

Those are the times, when I bounce back into my body, I realize, that what I have just written or played is the finest part of me, the part which came about from the past, and which will remain true and good into eternity. 

Women and Life are ever changing. Nothing which comes of anger or hatred is uplifting for the rest of the human race. As much as the arguments and lack of communication exists between men and women, there is always a way to bridge the other side, without ego, and with love and compassion. Trying to make someone love you, regard you, respect you is foolish. Retribution, revenge and hatred drain everyone on the planet. 

Nurturing your soul does not arise from others' lives, lips or ideas, if your heart is not ready to accept who you are and what your purpose on earth is now. Acting from that purpose, jumping into the life you want to live can only come from a sense of what you wish to give to the world. What you want to share which can help, heal and uplift others, on this planet. 

There are women and men who have caused me pain, anger and excruciating painful circumstance. There are situations which I have lashed out against over time and in my writings. I cannot apologize for those feelings however I can grow from them and realize I called those experiences into my life in order to evolve. 

Hopefully, each day, I pray, to evolve into a more compassionate woman. A woman without guile, with more perception of the pain I see in the world, and able to diminish its necessity on the planet. Today is a better day than yesterday and if, you cannot say that tomorrow, you must look into your heart and touch that part which is still fearful so others can experience the grace of your being.

Egypt, Fame and Emoluments

copyright2011 Danise Codekas

“The charm of fame is so great that we like every object to which it is attached, even death”.--Blaise Pascal

 

There seems to be a lot going on in the world, that I am hooked into, these past few weeks. I find my interest in world issues fans and wanes during the year. Sometimes I do not turn on a TV for weeks, and then, the remote finds itself imbedded in my palm, and I lose touch with my manuscripts, daily chores and philosophical minuets.

Looking back, my attention to world events began one morning, a few weeks ago, when a reporter was standing in Cairo with the backdrop of a great pyramid, behind him. Whatever was going on, at that moment, did not matter, as it was the Egyptologist in me that was mesmerized by the TV screen.

The shadows of hundreds of humans,running through the streets, and tanks lining up in front of the National Museum took form and substance, as the realization that a human rights uprising was occurring in Egypt, and it was the Egyptians this time, not the Hebrew race, of thousands of years ago, seeking to run into the Red Sea, with Pharaoh's  armies in chase across that ancient coastal lagoon, the Lake of Tanis.

It was mesmerizing to watch as country, after Arabic country, threw off the yokes of ancient control, as the people wailed, for freedom, as if to say, “let our people go”, once again.

 

 

It had a lot to do with many no longer desiring to suffer silently for the right to be treated with respect, dignity and the freedom to discuss publicly, whatever they had been threatened against speaking about, in the past. The voices rose, as those of the old guard and secret police were challenged by brave people, willing to sacrifice life, in order to gain freedoms.

Once the unrest began, it spread like flood water, across the Arabic world. Those in control can only head for their off-shore banking centers and secure their ill gotten gains, if they are smart, before the international community begins to take action against them.

These  hands that fed them for so long, the oil mega-corps and defense industries, of foreign nations, now have to appear to be disgusted by the actions, of their paid dictators, who co-conspired in oil trading and Suez Canal barters, so all parties would benefit, at the hands of dictatorial enslavement of their populations.

The graves hiding horrors of torture, and the death of thousands of voices, screaming for equality and freedom of the press, are being marched upon by the protestors, and the same politicians and CEO’s of oil oligarchies, who remained silent with their bankers, in order to gain the trillions of dollars from oil and military equipment sales, and strategic bases for military,  secured for world dominant control, within the Arabic countries’ borders.

Protecting the masses, from evil world dominators, maintaining a balance of power, in the Middle East, with the help of democratic, world countries, made sense for a while, at the end of World War II; at the end of the Gulf War; at the end of the Iraq War.

At the expense, of those murdered, tortured or threatened to not fight the dictators, to not speak of the things, not right in their countries, because writing the truth about these dictators and the companies and armies which supported them would cause financial failures sooner for the dictators and the international arms cartels.

How many trillions they all made at the expense of murder, silenced bodies and raped citizens? It is a joke, to see sons of Libya’s leader pay American singers millions of dollars for a few songs at their parties. The fact that singers, like Mariah Carey, Beyonce, Usher, and Furtado, decided to refund their millions in fees, to the Gaddafi family, is a little too much, too late. Some of them are donating it to charities, however, they already knew that Muatassim’s father, was a dictator and a murderer, that night they sang at those  parties, didn’t they?

Please, the only reason their  million dollar fee’s are returned or recycled is because of  world opinion, recognizing the rape of Libya, and its resources. The sons of its leader,  are unconscionable, in their acts of hubris and murder, toward humanity.

They partied and were associated with them, and now they want to pretend they knew nothing about Libya, Gaddafi the father, and what a suppression, the Gaddafi regime created through the demoralizing and destruction of hope, for Libya’s citizens. The reason they are returning their fees is because the loss of record sales, public outrage, bad press. Perhaps now stars should be  required to go “green” in choosing their venues and who writes their pay checks.

The British press is having a field day about the US superstars who feigned an, “I didn’t know he was a murderer, and his sons, lynch men” apologetic mewling. We knew for a long time Libya sent in the terrorists, that brought down the Lockerbie Pan Am flight  #102 in 1988 and ordered the death of 243 passengers.

Carey, Usher, Beyoncé and Furtado all skipped off the stage with millions in emoluments (paychecks) for entertaining the terrorists, who probably attended the Gaddafi boys’ parties. No excuse, absolutely none, will I accept from any of these greedy, American performers.They know who Gaddafi was, is and where the blood money came for their payrolls.  They entertained the murderers of those 243 passengers.

Mariah Carey knew who Gaddafi is and I am sure she consulted attorneys and advisors before taking the Gaddafi payment. Like she does not have the internet, an agent, and a whole company of publicists who know exactly what Libya and Gaddafi represent.

I am so tired of these stars climbing on the backs of international and national political movements, who are trying to be recognized, legitimately, like the gay marriage movement.

Artists, like Brad Pitt, Angelina Jolie, Jason Mraz and Tristan Prettyman, are now standing on the backs, of the gay rights organizations’ efforts, hoping to attain more ticket and record sales, by their claims of, “We aren’t getting married until the gays can have legally recognized marriages, too.”

What fools, these performers must think we are now.The sickness that pervades political chameleons also  pervades, the artists of our day. Nothing new, there. Right?

What a mockery of the gay marriage issue and the infamy, legal losses, injustices and cruelties suffered by gays to obtain the right to marriage, that these stars make and use those abuses suffered by gays, to further their own publicity avariciousness now.

If you don’t marry, Brad, you cannot help the gays politically? What, Mariah, if you did not sing songs, for a million dollars,for the Gaddafi terrorist brothers, no one else would hire you?

These stars do it for the press and fame, they get, and their acts are based on a lack of courage and a  fear of commitment. Spineless and unable to stand up at the altar, craven and fearful to take the lead and denounce and deny a homicidal dictator, and his son’s invitations, to perform at their parties.These are the artists the world worships now?

Disgusting, to say the least, and these hetero-sexual stars make a mockery of those people who do marry, bravely, and are able to take part in humanitarian efforts, to help the gay-rights agenda along. They pretend to align with the suffering and  the same discriminations and prejudice, as gay’s do, by declaring they are standing side-by-side with gays. This gets them a wonderful new audience and higher ticket sales, and maybe even an invitation to an Elton John party or two.

And these movie stars and singers,  can not support the gay-marriage rights cause married?

They just don’t want to marry, argue over their pre-nups, and they have found a way to not marry their fiancé, by bastardizing the gay-rights marriage agenda by their lack of courage and their desire for media attention.

My take on it is that they, in some small part of their heart, are still waiting for the real love of their life to show up. 

How much more powerful is it for a married hetero-sexual couple to walk alongside gay protesters, than it is for a famous star, to mock the institution of marriage? Why even get engaged if you were never planning on marrying. If you are famous, why wouldn’t your voice carry weight in the world? No, you just had to make the issue personal, and truly it was never personal because you are not gay.

I am not gay, either, however, if I were engaged to be marry, I would make sure, to make sure my husband and I let everyone know we supported their rights and walk right along side of them in protest until these laws are changed.

No apologies on my ruminating, today, just something to write about while my furnace is being repaired.

“Fame has also this great drawback, that if we pursue it, we must direct our lives so as to please the fancy of men.” --Baruch Spinoza

Joshua Bell and Awadagin Pratt Perform at the White House: 6 of 8

Awadagin Pratt Performs at the White House: 2 of 8

Time

(copyright2011, Danise Codekas)

Rome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar. -- George Eliot

"Bella, Bella". How often I heard those words uttered from the lips of the ancestors, of those ancient Romans. Maybe it was my titian hair, or perhaps I just looked good. When I think about the people who walked past me, sitting in a cafe, who all looked as if they were privileged to live in the amazing Roma, I realized, I could never hope to attain the status of roman citizen, and I smiled. There is something about them that screams: we conquered the world and we live in the most incredible, amazing city.

I love to nightwalk. Sometimes, leaving my hotel after 2am, I walked without crowds pressing in, or buses and cabs crowding my viewfinder.

The distractions of day disappear.

There is something magical and profound at night, in Rome. A silence that defies abrupt speech and demands homage to magnificence. To defile that with conversation or guidebooks, demands restitution to the emperors, artists and popes, who created a city of awe inspiring power and beauty.

Timelessness is what Rome requires of the heart. I enter Rome with a view to finding that subject, as millions have before me across the millennia. The same feeling when I look across the ocean or into the stars.

                                                                                                                            Sitting on marble stones, at the Temple of Venus, I realize who has walked on them. The emperors, poets, writers, musicians, sculptors, kings and martyrs, whose pleasure of seeing it as it was, without destruction, without blemish, was a lucky day, for them. If they only knew what we gaze at now with form imagined, and wonder and wish it could be as it was then.

Love is like that if it is true love, isn't it? Wishing it could be as it was once before. How many women see a man, as being the One, only to realize,now, after time, he is something less than what he was, in that moment of want?

Many women will pursue a man, they think as being the one, and many re-capture him, however, there will always be a little less of him, after time: a little less of what he was in the past, since time has changed him, through those experiences he had when she was gone. She will miss who he has become, because in her pursuit of him again, she chases the old dream and not the reality of who he is now.

When the relationship begins to disintegrate, slowly, like Rome, she blames him for becoming something he was not, when she first took up with him. And yet, all along, like Rome, he was changing across time, when she was not standing before him.

I know a woman who has re-captured the One, years after their break up. She talks about her wisdom of knowing he was the one, and that she did everything she could to re-capture him. He proposed after taking a long journey, away from her, to fight his demons, his inner voice, telling him that he did not want to marry her, she is not the real one, however to face loneliness again, to seek the woman he was meant to be with, who is still out there, was too much of a challenge. So, he handed over his freedom and engagement ring to her, because she seemed to be enough, for now.

The hoopla over the engagement has a sour, tinted taste for many, and he, one day, will be unable to live with his knowledge that she is not the One. Whether he has the courage to leave her, will be telling, as another relationship continues, on earth, with one desiring the other, more. She is not the one for him.

Yet, his fear of what the world will say, if he left her, is more frightening than living with a woman who is not, nor can she ever be, his one great love. He knows she is out there, and for the rest of time, as long as he is tied to this woman, he will search and wonder. She is on a high now, of giving discourses on love and rambling on about her engagement ring.

Hearing her say how she decided to pull all the 'guns out' and pursue him and capture him, like prey, is nauseating, in the least. She tired him out and wore him down. He is, now, too tired to break through the web of her dysfunctional care giving and seductive sexual ways. He is still looking and hoping for that one, great love, since she is not it, nor can he ever do anything to make her the One.

It is a tale, that many have heard before, and looking at the pillage of Rome,  the old seductive beauty and magnificence, carries with it a hint that it was not strong enough to sustain the changes of the heart of mankind.

It is the result of ancient beliefs and hopes, forgotten, when mirrored in the seductive powers, of those who abandoned the hopes of freedom and true wisdom. Rome lies at our feet, quietly breathing its last.

ROMANticism must have its roots in Rome. It must, I thought, as I gazed upon the Tiber, washing away the refuse of the present, and burying the ancient tears and secrets of the past. 

Reflecting the memories of millions, who hope for release from life's sorrows and defeats.

Refreshing, anew, the dreams possible of a lifetime, and channeling our desire to abandon present fears and pursue life's dreams. I am sad for this man because he is a man with a dear and kind heart, yet, I know karma is a bitch, and sometimes not doing the right thing is the choice that is made ,in order to silence the loneliness and fear in our hearts.

I hope there comes a time when light can flood his heart and soul again and standing, alone, can see the wonder, power and love that is his for the taking. I hope he finds his true love, one day. I hope we all are given that gift this lifetime.

 

 

 

 

As Yehuda Berg writes: "we are prisoners of other people's perceptions of us... Others are bound and gagged inside our marriages... We're held in bondage by our reactive whims and egocentric desires.

All these emotions, born of ego, constantly control and imprison us. This is the oldest master-slave relationship in Creation.But through awareness that we are enslaved to our ego, we can grasp the key that unlocks the chains and attaint the greatest freedom people can know.

Timeless Rome influences many things inside me and brings me to a place of clarity and joy, peace and understanding, and acceptance of my life and no regrets. I know this could be the last breath I take. I know my time on earth can be eliminated in the next second.

I also know that a man's quest to find his one true love will persist, even though, this lifetime he is putting up the barriers that will protect him from opening his soul to his one true mate. I also know that time is immaterial and nonexistent as is Rome. All actions matters and eventually life delivers what we truly want, we just may have to be reborn to receive it.

"Time is the distance between cause and effect.Time is the separation between action and reaction.Time is the space between activity and repercussion, and the divide between crime and consequence." -Yehuda Berg

It Is Here On Earth

(copyright2010) by Danise Codekas

Not sure what is going on for all of you, now. Seems some are flying all over the place or else burrowing in, for the winter, and awaiting the universe to respond to calls for assistance and guidance.

There have been some shut downs of all communication, with a few friends and family members, in the past few weeks, and I could blame this all on Mercury, being in Retrograde mode, however, I think it is a little bit more emotional and intense, for us all, than just blaming it on Mercury.

When Mercury is Retrograde, or appears to move back across its direct path, re-crossing the heavens, it is signaling that we need to re-look, re-think, and re-read, any actions, invitations, proposals or commitments about to be made, while it is in reverse/holding pattern mode, and halt in making life-changing decisions, that include other people's karma, intertwining forever with ours.

A lot of people got married or proposed marriage, during this time period, and that is because the energy leading up to Mercury going Direct, is one in which our mind is working furiously to decide something of importance, and then, unable to sit in silence, we find it necessary to move quickly, take an unplanned trip across the planet, for instance, in order to keep the illusion, which we will use, to make a life changing decision. Movement and travel is what you do NOT want to do when Mercury is Retrograde.

You need to sit with the truth that is trying to erupt from your soul, which is generally your soul saying this is something you do NOT want to do. But, you listen to ego, and charge out wildly, grabbing car and truck keys, buying an airplane ticket and whisking off into the hinterland, hoping your soul will become silence as you are amused by the things of earth, rather those of heaven and your soul.

Mercury is screaming at us to re-think, and even, let go of the old karmic ties, we are still ensnarled in, that we are using to make another un-satisfying decision, a karmic retrograde to our development, causing us to repeat old karma, with an old love, return to an old city, or ignore our real mission, deny a true love, because we are afraid to walk the path alone, for a while, until we can finally accept our true love, work or mission, even though it seems insane, to all around you.

It is best to wait at least 9 days, after Mercury goes direct, before signing the document, offering the engagement ring or putting the house on the market. 9 is the "god" number, and is always mentioned in archaic, ancient works used by cabbalists, astronomers, astrologers, shamans and monk-warrior societies who were the keepers of truth, for ancient cultures.

The number 9 represents wholeness and 108, when added together equals 9. 108 represents the whole of existence. Interestingly, if you multiply 9 times ANY number, the answer is always 9 when you add the numbers together. 1x9=9. 2x9=18. 1+8=9. 285x9=2565( 2+5+6+5=18, 1+8=9).

9 represents wholeness or God.The 9 planets travelling through the 12 signs constitutes the whole of existence. 9 x 12 = 108.

The universe is made up of 108 elements according to ancient texts.The diameter of the Sun is 108 times the diameter of the earth. It is the Triple Triad - Completion; fulfillment; attainment; beginning and the end; the whole number; a celestial and angelic number - the Earthly Paradise.

It is the number of the circumference, its division into 90 degrees and into 360 for the entire circumference. 2, for instance represents 2 dimensional reality, 3 signifies, 3 dimensional reality. My  birthdate is 9/9, so, hence, the life I have chosen and the lecture.

In any case, a lot of people got tied up in communication and electronic breakdowns, as experienced with the inability for the planes and airports to function, during the snowstorms, floods and fires, these past weeks. A total breakdown for billions of people, around the world.

Hope you maintained balance and were able to manage your frustration at the events, which involved balancing your energy, these past few weeks.

This is a time period, when the past will arise to seduce you into believing your choices are connected to a 'Magnificator', i.e., someone or something which magnifies your fear, suppresses needs of your heart, and gets you to fall into your deepest dream of connection to them, perhaps someone who is not your soul mate,for instance, because, they also are afraid to be alone.

A lot of people proposed marriage, decided to have a child, not change, when their soul whispered a truth, because they could not walk forward, into the new consciousness, which required supreme balance, unswerving courage, and release from the past, and in so doing, missed the one who is meant for them, in this cosmic renewal we are traveling through now, to 2012.

Holding onto the old, outmoded past relationships, and believing it is your destiny, is a way to disrupt the evolvement of humankind, and will continue to cause rifts, in the evolution of new, higher levels of consciousness, and you will still question your choices because it is not what you need; it is what you know.

Sex with a familiar person, fearing you are going to be alone, has led many of you, in this past month, to run back to those, who no longer serve your development, but satisfy your need for safety, even if they will smother your creativity and ability to be with a more powerful, righteous and aware human.

It is time to align every aspect of your life, not based on fear of being alone, or based on their illusions of a happy life, and deification of you, or your fear of dying without any progeny, or your seeking acceptance, in the eyes of your tribe/families, as now being responsible, because you got engaged or will now become a wife or husband. You return to the imbalanced male-female paradigm, again.

You pretend to love, yet you are not with the real love of your life. You have lost hope, and are grabbing a life line, that is being held out by old, outmoded beliefs. Those who seek to keep you in place, by fear, and debased societal controls, applaud your decision to stay, in the web, of their fears.

Perhaps, it is time to trust that you will be with the one who is meant for you and you will not be swayed, on your life's mission.

They are on this planet, now, to assist your development of higher consciousness,  and every movement you make in fear, away from them, you lie to yourself and the one who is with you, that you know is not really the one.

There is a question in your mind, which is why you had to run from them for a while, and silence your soul, in order for your ego-mind to control the situation, again. You cannot fool yourself.

Many are now able to see sadness in your eyes, and know, a lesser road was chosen and travelled by you. We are all on this journey together, and the wise ones are saying goodbye, to that which no longer serves them.

They are dismantling their lives, while friends and family shake their heads denouncing it as foolishness and childish. They, like the Hebrews, are packing up their belongings, and crossing into the unknown, knowing the voice inside will guide them to the right place, person and circumstance.

They choose to defy the old ways and know if they continue to believe the lies and promises of others, they will cease to exist in their own hearts.

I, and maybe you,are aware of our power and there is nothing to lose, except the suffering of the past. We are reaching for the unknown, the incredible, the joy of that which was always meant for us, because we listen to our hearts and have faith our heaven, it is here, on earth. We are spiritual beings having an earthly paradise experience.

Spirit

Copyright 2010 Danise Codekas

"The goal of life is spiritual empowerment-to learn to use the power of our souls in acts of creation guided by divine instruction...Your soul is a cosmic force that creates through every breath you take. The goal is to become conscious of what you are doing with your breath, the quality of your thoughts, your emotions, and what you believe to be true about life. Breath, thought, emotions and ideas are your vessels of power. "-Carolyn Myss, Defy Gravity.

What is it about this time of year that brings out the true spirit, true self in our interactions with others? Some say it is the Winter Solstice combined with a full lunar eclipse that brought in the energy to transform our clouded ideas of self into wiser knowledge about who we are, what we don't/do want, and where we need to be and with whom, doing things we do/don't want to do.

Disruptions in my life occurred, almost daily, and others' lives. There was no doubt in my mind that a lot of it had to do with unrealistic expectations we put on our own bodies and energy systems, and the quintessential need to slow down, relax and think about life, which so many ignore, during this time of Great Expectations and Presents.

Presence should be the main focus. Being present to your needs, your bodies cries for help, for rest, and tuning in to what the world is experiencing on a monumental scale.

There are a lot of people flying around with unrealistic expectations of the weather, of the ability of others, to provide them comfort and seamless transportation systems, and shelter when all indications show that the snow is coming, the planes will be cancelled or delayed, and the airports can be closed.

Did they not look out the window or listen to weather reports before they walked out the door? No, many did not.

I hear from friends who left for Hawaii without looking to see that Hawaii would be rain soaked for a few weeks. Friends in London, traveling to India, sat for days at the airport waiting for their flight, complaining every day in their blog, about the fact that no one seemed to be listening to their complaints and fulfilling their needs.

I watched telecasts from Arkansas with families worried about why the media has not spread the word that they are experiencing earthquake swarms daily, http://bit.ly/fKHMVR, being caused possibly by Gas Companies injecting salt into the earth.

The So. Cal mud slides and floods have ravaged areas to such an extent, that nothing will be the same again in many communities. When listening to the appeals on TV, today, from homeowners who escaped with their lives, minutes before water and mud, filled homes with 4-6ft. walls of mud, the same expression was said again and again: "It's all gone, all our stuff, and we've lost everything and we had no insurance".

Yesterday, when SKYPE went down, the anger erupting across blogs and messaging services was truly astounding. There was vitriolic frustrations, around the world, being mimicked, in every language, on the SKYPE Twitter page. Truly, what are people going to do if a solar flare finally hits earth, and the Internet goes down? What did we do before the internet? I think I used the phone and drove over to people's houses to hang out.

Watching Jon Stewart's parodies about the lack of respect, by Congress, to shelve the 9/11 Responders Health Care Bill, finally brought Congress to their seats, and the vote was passed. The Unemployment Extension bill will put funds into millions of people's pockets, so they can have food on the table next week, for the first time in a month.

Some are already living in their cars, somewhere near you, because the money comes too late to satisfy banks, landlords and credit card companies.

After watching the news report video, on CNN today, of a car repossession employee, breaking into a woman's home, to get the keys to the car, as she is on the phone with 911, reporting the break-in, while she and her children are in their bedrooms, upstairs, frightened, the over-reaching insanity of the greed level, the desire for 'our stuff' level, over-whelmed me, for a few minutes.

Who have we become? What happened to these people who have lost all sense of propriety, respect for their fellow human beings?

Yes, I know this has been going on since Cain first killed Abel. Jealousy, greed, disrespect of human life, and control of others seems to be something that erupts, into consciousness, when we forget that sometimes the world is not going to provide those things for us, that we need, at the time we need them. Sometimes, we have to be patient and put our heads down, and do our work and hope for the best, while doing our best to walk softly on the earth.

Sometimes, we just have to do nothing, and let the winds of change swirl around us, as we let the energy needed to transform our lives come to us, whisper guidance to us, and do its thing.

When the transformation is in place, we will know it, and if we ignore it, ignore the hints to move, wait, go, stay, remain silent, speak now, then that which is meant for us, will not arise, and we will sit in muddy, existential moroseness, until we begin to trust, work and prepare for the next indicated thing in our lives.

As we head into 2012, the time of transformation, revelation and the end of outmoded ways of being, we have to understand, we are experiencing the same insights, at a cellular and cosmic level.

We are all heading to the same place, on the same planet and whether or not you want to trust, or even make an acquaintance of the Mayan and Hopi prophecies, the end of the Vedic, Jewish calendars, the Navajo end of times predictions, you have to at least admit something, of great proportion is occurring to mass consciousness, reflected in your daily interactions, communications and the ground you stand on.

We are separating from those who no longer support us, on our life's mission. We are walking away from towns and cities, seeking a place that will be safe, for us, in the future. We are ending relationships with people who do not fit into our lifestyle, or do not support us with their self-aggrandizing ways. I am blessing them and letting them go, in my life, now.

We are seeing the truth about ourselves, and as it is occurring, we see that our old lives, friends, family, places, work, and healing methods, are no longer palatable and compatible, for the change in consciousness, that is taking place inside our hearts, now.

These changes are so obvious to me, in my own life, that in the past 3 weeks, I have begun saying goodbye, to people, that no longer align with my work and mind-set now. It is not difficult. The heart and soul know that the purpose, which they served, that mirrored an old part of me, is now no longer needed. I see who I am now, and know what I have to do. My old skin is shed.

Doing it, well, that is easy, since I cannot stop from moving forward. I am sure many of you, feel the same way. You just know what has to be done, and it is happening at such a fast rate, like two comets passing by one another in deep space. It is like a Hi and Goodbye now, without any pain, with gentleness and unplugging in cosmic orderliness.

We all are seeing the truth about one another, in a way never experienced, and lines are being drawn, your tribe is coming into being, and your lives are moving toward experiences of such amazing incredulousness, at their perfection, their rightness for you, there is also a small shout of joy erupting from your hearts and souls.

So, in this time of transition and transformation, in this accelerated movement to clarity, drawing the lines between truth and non-truth, meeting the ones who are on the same conscious awareness level as you, I bid you Good Tidings of Joy and Hope.

We are all experiencing it and you can connect by walking outside at night and staring at the heavens, you can feel it as you gaze across the fields of snow, you can hear it in the rushing rivers of your mind, and you can touch it, as you walk across the earth. It is new energy, it is a conscious, wise energy, and it is so palatable across our skin, and in our hearts, I no longer doubt its presence.

I once had the great pleasure of spending time with Thomas Banyacya, the Hopi Messenger who appeared before the United Nations, to deliver the warning from the Hopi people. Here is an explanation of the Hopi Prophecy: Hopi Prophecy and here is the context of Banyacya's speech to the UN on December 10, 1992 (Banyacya's Speech to UN  ):

My name is Banyacya of the Wolf, Fox and Coyote Clan and I am a member of the Hopi sovereign nation. Hopi in our language means a peaceful, kind, gentle, truthful people. The traditional Hopi follows the spiritual path that was given to us by Massau'u the Great Spirit. We made a sacred covenant to follow his life plan at all times, which includes the responsibility of taking care of this land and life for his divine purpose. We have never made treaties with any foreign nation, including the United States, but for many centuries we have honored this sacred agreement. Our goals are not to gain political control, monetary wealth nor military power, but rather to pray and to promote the welfare of all living beings and to preserve the world in a natural way. We still have our ancient sacred stone tablets and spiritual religious societies which are the foundations of the Hopi way of life. Our history says our white brother should have retained those same sacred objects and spiritual foundations.

In 1948, all traditional Hopi spiritual leaders met and spoke of things I felt strongly were of great importance to all people. They selected four interpreters to carry their message of which I am the only one still living today. At the time, I was given a sacred prayer feather by the spiritual leaders. I made a commitment to carry the Hopi message of peace and deliver warnings from prophesies known since the time the previous world was destroyed by flood and our ancestors came to this land.

My mission was to open the doors of this Great House of Mica to native peoples. The Elders said to knock four times and this commitment was fulfilled when I delivered a letter and the sacred prayer feather I had been given to John Washburn in the Secretary General's office in October, 1991. I am bringing part of the Hopi message to you here today. We have only ten minutes to speak and time is late so I am making my statement short.

At the meeting in 1948, Hopi leaders 80, 90 and even 100 years old explained that the creator made the first world in perfect balance where humans spoke one language, but humans turned away from moral and spiritual principles. They misused their spiritual powers for selfish purposes. They did not follow nature's rules. Eventually the world was destroyed by sinking of land and separation of land by what you would call major earthquakes. Many died and only a small handful survived.

Then this handful of peaceful people came into the second world. They repeated their mistakes and the world was destroyed by freezing which you call the great Ice Age.

The few survivors entered the third world. That world lasted a long time and as in previous worlds, the people spoke one language. The people invented many machines and conveniences of high technology, some of which have not yet been seen in this age. They even had spiritual powers that they used for good. They gradually turned away from natural laws and pursued only material things and finally only gambled while they ridiculed spiritual principles. No one stopped them from this course and the world was destroyed by the great flood that many nations still recall in their ancient history or in their religions.

The Elders said again only small groups escaped and came to this fourth world where we now live. Our world is in terrible shape again even though the Great Spirit gave us different languages and sent us to four corners of the world and told us to take care the the Earth and all that is in it.

This Hopi ceremonial rattle represents Mother Earth. The line running around it is a time line and indicates that we are in the final days of the prophecy. What have you, as individuals, as nations and as the world body been doing to to take care of this Earth? In the Earth today, humans poison their own food, water and air with pollution. Many of us, including children, are left to starve. Many wars are still being fought. Greed and concern for material things is a common disease.

In this western hemisphere, our homeland, many original native people are landless, homeless, starving and have no medical help.

The Hopi knew humans would develop many powerful technologies that would be abused. In this century, we have seen the First World War and the Second World War in which the predicted gourd of ashes, which you call the atomic bomb, fell from the sky with great destruction. Many thousands of people were destroyed in Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

For many years there has been great fear and danger of World War Three. The Hopi believe the Persian Gulf War was the beginning of World War Three but it was stopped and the worst weapons of destruction were not used. This is now a time to weigh the choices for our future. We do have a choice. If you, the nations of this Earth, create another great war, the Hopi believe we humans will burn ourselves to death with ashes. That's why the spiritual Elders stress strongly that the United Nations fully open the door for native spiritual leaders as soon as possible.

Nature itself does not speak with a voice that we can easily understand. Neither can the animals and birds we are threatening with extinction talk to us. Who in this world can speak for nature and the spiritual energy that creates and flows through all life? In every continent are human beings who are like you but who have not separated themselves from the land and from nature. It is through their voice that Nature can speak to us. You have heard those voices and many messages from the four corners of the world today. I have studied comparative religion and I think in your own nations and cultures you have knowledge of the consequences of living out of balance with nature and spirit. The native peoples of the world have seen and spoken to you about the destruction of their lives and homelands, the ruination of nature and the desecration of their sacred sites. It is time the United Nations used its rules to investigate these occurrences and stop them now.

The Four Corners area of the Hopi is bordered by four sacred mountains. The spiritual center within is a sacred site our prophecies say will have special purpose in the future for mankind to survive and now should be left in its natural state. All nations must protect this spiritual center.

The Hopi and all original native people hold the land in balance by prayer, fasting and performing ceremonies. Our spiritual Elders still hold the land in the Western Hemisphere in balance for all living beings, including humans. No one should be relocated from their sacred homelands in this Western Hemisphere or anywhere in the world. Acts of forced relocation, such as Public Law 93-531 in the United States, must be repealed.

The United Nations stands on our native homeland. The United Nations talks about human rights, equality and justice and yet the native people have never had a real opportunity to speak to this assembly since its establishment until today. It should be the mission of your nations and this assembly to use your power and rules to examine and work to cure the damage people have done to this Earth and to each other. Hopi Elders know that was your mission and they wait to see whether you will act on it now.

Nature, the First People and the spirit of our ancestors are giving you loud warnings. Today, December 10, 1992, you see increasing floods, more damaging hurricanes, hail storms, climate changes and earthquakes as our prophesies said would come. Even animals and birds are warning us with strange change in their behavior such as the beaching of whales. Why do animals act like they know about the earth's problems and most humans act like they know nothing? If we humans do not wake up to the warnings, the great purification will come to destroy this world just as the previous worlds were destroyed.

(Thomas and Oren Lyons held up a picture of a large rock drawing in Hopiland)

This rock drawing shows part of the Hopi prophecy. There are two paths. The first with technology but separate from natural and spiritual law leads to these jagged lines representing chaos. The lower path is one that remains in harmony with natural law. Here we see a line that represents a choice like a bridge joining the paths. If we return to spiritual harmony and live from our hearts, we can experience a paradise in this world. If we continue only on this upper path, we will come to destruction.

Its up to all of us, as children of Mother Earth, to clean up this mess before it's too late.

The Elders request that during this International Year for the Worlds Indigenous Peoples, the United Nations keep that door open for spiritual leaders from the four corners of the world to come to speak to you for more than a few minutes as soon as possible. The Elders also request that eight investigative teams visit the native areas of the world to observe and tell the truth about what is being done and stop these nations from moving in this self- destructive direction.

If any of you leaders want to learn more about the spiritual vision and power of the Elders, I invite you to come out to Hopiland and sit down with our real spiritual leaders in their sacred Kivas where they will reveal the ancient secrets of survival and balance.

I hope that all members of this assembly that know the spiritual way will not just talk about it, but in order to have real peace and harmony, will follow what it says across the United Nations wall: "They will beat their swords into plowshares and study war no more." Lets, together, do that now!

One With The Road

Where Are We Now? Why Are We Going? What Will We Find?

 

There are some places near us that we never explore. Not due to lack of curiosity. Only that we are nesters, as many humans tend to become after living in an area that is as familiar, as the wolf's range area.

This week I am heading down to Corvallis, Oregon to speak to some researchers at Oregon State University, check out  jobs there, and to visit my niece, who is in the Equine Sciences Program. She and her thoroughbred, Hercules, live there and she is heading to Ireland, to the National Stud School, for her Master's Program, in the not too distant future.

The great thing about Corvallis is it is a great, little college town, and I have never been there. It is a 4 hour drive south, from my little city above the Puget Sound, and since it is also Christmas shopping time, the wineries of the area may be able to supply me with a few well-intentioned gifts, for those of my adult friends and family, who definitely need to celebrate this holiday season.

Her invitation to me to spend time with her, brightened up what could prove to be a very, wet, rainy week, here in the South Sound.

She lives a pleasant co-ed's walk from the campus, which meanders through coffee shops, bookstores and great, organic restaurants. She needs a car to get to Herc's stall and riding arena, since she is up there in the ranks, among NW and US Eventing circles, with many ribbons hanging on her walls and Herc's stall.

Riding and jumping have been her thing, since she was about 10, and she was also the youngest thoroughbred trainer at Emerald Downs, in Auburn, WA., before heading off to college, a few years ago.

She knows horses and bloodlines, and is consulted by buyers,  and has been studying to be a thoroughbred breeder, who will have the great advantage of traveling around Europe and the Mid-East, to breeding farms owned by Kings, Queens and Sheiks during her studies, overseas. What a charmed life for a young woman who is also smart and knows how to jump a horse over a 5 ft. high fence.

Thinking of places I have wandered into in my travels, brought up the memory of a place outside Oceanside, CA., which the gas guy in Fallbrook, CA., told me about, a few months ago, when I was lost up in the hills above the Pacific Ocean, trying to get to Rancho Santa Fe.

If you are ever wandering around the hills, between Oceanside and Fallbrook, turn your car southeast and head for the California Wolf Center, Tall Pine Rd & K Q Ranch Rd, in Julian, CA., and pay 185.00 for a personal tour with one of the staff members, to spend time with the wolves. It is an incredible experience. Here is the link: California Wolf Center

Their gift shop, which ships for Christmas, has some amazing things that animal lovers will smile about when they open the package. They support the Center's work and conservation efforts. They train vets and conservations, from around the world, a few times a year, about the wolves, and the have an annual Wolf Week, usually in the Fall, when you get a great opportunity to spend time with wild animals, who seem so familiar as progenitors of dogs, and are very incredible sentient beings.

However, onward to the Willamette Valley, Benton County, Oregon home to some of the best wineries and organic farms and restaurants in the US. http://bit.ly/dHo2SF

I have two friends who are on a 5 acre ranchette there and will spend time with them, toasting the new lives we have created in the past few years, and introduce my niece to them, since they do have an enclosed riding area and no current horses in residence.

There are many reasons to take to the road when the urge strikes. Most people go from point A to B, without much diversion into the nether areas, past the speed signs, and miles of empty vistas.

I like to be a little more adventurous, and always find the most intense self-conversations going on, between my ego and true self, when lost on the road, metaphorically mirroring the state of mind I had when departing from point A, and clearing out the questions of my life as one gas tank after the other is filled along the way.

During the trip, the destination becomes less of a care, as new people, road signs and weather systems force me off my path, and onto unknown, terra firma. It is always a surprise, a challenge, or an opportunity to see if I can deal with the world, without any of my back up support at home.

It is traveling without a home, without a safe haven, and only the name and address of that night's eco-friendly hotel, or, at least, a quiet top floor, with a view, provides the dreams of my future.

I shall enjoy a glass of The Grand Cuvee Pinot Noir 2006 from Belle Vallee Cellars,   with my niece, one evening. It is a little expensive for a college student, with large boarding fees and vet exams, for a 1500 lb thoroughbred, however the $42.00 bottle always goes well with some of the Willamette valley's finest goat cheese, wrapped in Dill.

This little piece of heaven on earth, the Willamette Valley, is hailed, by visitors and wine connoisseurs,  as a wine region that rivals Burgundy, France, in production of premium wines such as Pinot Noir, Pinot Gris, Chardonnay and Gewürztraminer.

I know Gewürztraminer is not your favorite wine, or for that matter, may never have read the word, on a printed page, or wine label before, but believe me, as a woman who has some French DNA, in her veins, it is a little bit of liquid heaven for someone like me, who loves white wines, to be with someone who can actually pick a great Gewürztraminer, let alone pick the right bread, cheese and Spanish tapas to go with it. That man, with that palate, gets something special in his Christmas stocking, if I ever find him. Rare palate and man, indeed!

Gewûrz means "spicy" in German. It is the main characteristic of Gewurztraminer. Traminer means "coming from Tramin", a small city in the south Tyrol, where the grape originated. 

The wine is delicious, fruity and with strong aromas, a very perfumed and flowery bouquet. Riesling is sweeter and better suited for drinking with lobster tail and garlic smothered mussels. Just warning you, incase you are a Riesling fanatic.

Gewurztraminer is a thick and rich wine, and is better with sauerkraut, sausages and an Alsatian cheese, such as Munster, with curry seasoned dishes, Chinese and Mexican cooking.

I  love to drink it with a piece of chocolate cheese cake, slathered with dollops of whipped crème with cinnamon, and shaved Swiss, hazelnut chocolate bits. And some of the best Gewürztraminer vines have been planted, harvested, and bottled just a few hours south of this girl's driveway.

When I was in San Francisco over Thanksgiving, I headed down to John Walker's Wine Shop on Sutter, which is somewhere I spent a lot of time when living in SF, years ago. I get excited when I walk in the door and look across the rows and rows of shiny bottles, and soon to be discovered new varieties. If you ever have some time on your hands, wander in, and enjoy the history of the oldest wine shop in SF, starting back in 1933. Here is a picture of John Walker, Wine Merchant.

I also went to the Wine Club and tasted their Chardonnays'  bouquets, over TG weekend.

It is a pleasant thing for a single woman, who likes great food and wine, to do, when traveling alone. Adds a little zest to a day of meeting friends, gazing into shop windows, and needing a little down time from the busy city streets.

For a small tasting fee. you can taste and talk wine, and maybe encounter some handsome, erudite men, who are out buying wines for their next homemade dinner, for some woman they are trying to impress into their bed chamber's mysteries. A man who knows foods and wine, and actually understands what it takes to make them, is a good guy to know. You will always be well dined and intrigued.

The other place I will be heading for some of the best cake and honey on the planet is the Trappist Abbey in 9200 NE Abbey Road | PO Box 97 | Lafayette, OR 97127, located  in the foothills of the Willamette Valley, on 1,358 acres.

The monks and nuns are famous for their Creamed Honey, and Fruit and Nut Cakes.

 

 

Check out the www.Trappistbakery.com and here is the link: http://bit.ly/fERq7c .

Your purchase helps supports the 32 monks .

The original monks arrived from Pecos, New Mexico, decades ago, and turned these acres into a wonderful, holy, organic wonder. They finally got a church built and dedicated in 2007, and are still hoping for a pipe organ, so they are looking for a benefactor. Check them out and do order some of their delicacies. You will be happy.

So, how did I start this blog today? Oh, I was Christmas shopping on line and realized some of the best Christmas and Hanukah presents will be found on my road trip coming up this week.

I will also get to spend a few hours in the research library, at the University, and meet with some people who might even have some job leads for me, since I am looking for a new mission in my field of technical writing, and they are developing a lot of new software programs, in the area.

I could also work at a winery and write their marketing materials. Anything can happen, while you are on the road. The great thing is you never have to worry about something happening. It always does.