Friday, November 29, 2013

Dolphin Talk

Copyright 2013

A friend mentioned I should blog this piece. I shared with a few, then thought, yeah, the more people it reaches the better. So here it is:

These words were carefully chosen, not coming from a place of naivety nor flippancy. Human thinking got us here, it is the world we created. My life long experience has been to be blown away by Natures forgiving and regenerating ways. Will it be like this always - who knows, but for now, live in the moment, we will have all the time we need.

Just felt the need to ramble some thoughts after some very long walks along the beach.

I like to take longs walks that reconnect me in some way I can't explain to nomads of old. This means 2 - 4 hours worth of walking, if the body is up for it.

We have long stretches of beach that allow for this in my area. The body is leaned slightly forward from the ankles, the head, shoulders and hips are balanced over each other, much like a good horseback riding position. The breath is long, low and deliberate to draw breath into the deepest part of the lungs. Walking in the sand slows the gait and you can feel the "firing order" of the entire muscle structure to move you forward. I call this meditative walking - it is something my first horse Berni taught me. You do not think, you only allow thoughts to come you, what the Hopi called "having the door at the top of you head open" so you can connect to all around you.

When I do these walks pods of dolphins always show. Sometimes playing with great fervency, sometimes more pensive. The last few walks, they have been pensive. Great pods of them, swimming within feet of the surfers, floating on the surface with their babes. There is no fear, just many beings sharing territory. There is one, for some reason I get the feeling he is male. He bobs his head up and makes eye contact, just a few feet from shore - I get the impression one could walk through the surf to him, hug him and kiss his precious forehead - haven't done that yet - water is too cold for me, but I bet he'd be game :)

While exchanging with this precious brother, I pondered on how these siblings have no choice but to eat what is supplied - Fukushima or not. I asked him, as one does in this ancient language for anything he can share with me regarding. I was flooded with the image/feeling a friend of mine and I often see at a certain restaurant we frequent that over looks the Catalina Channel. There, between the bluffs and Catalina Island huge pods form and feast - the water looks like its boiling. There are hundreds of them, tons of sea birds too joining the feast. Everytime I see this, I give thanks and am flooded with Universal awe, because I know the ones down the ladder (algae, plankton, small fish) are still doing quite well. Claim/acknowledge our destructive side and we immediately begin to defuse it.

I recalled the water experiments of Dr. Emoto. I recalled how when prudent citizens would pray for certain polluted lakes, algae blooms followed and the lakes cleared. The link below has pictures of the molecules of before and after prayer:

There are ancient underwater lakes and ice core samples of such sacred waters - that "remember who they were meant to be". I am sure, since we are made of such recycled elements, we have that spark within us :)

So, aside from precautions we are all prompted to follow, throw a little prayer out for the sacred waters and Her other babies - it will sustain more than the sum of our fears.

Thank you, 

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Phife Makes Five

She was found on the side of the road, in an industrial area, the Sunday after the 4th of July,  a stressful time for many pets.

We traveled a road not intended (yeah right). She met my eyes as we drove by. I told my brother, "we have to turn back".

"Why"? he said.

"Dog lying on the side of the road", I said.

"Dead or alive", he said.

"This one was viable", I said, as others on that road were no longer.

A tiny Chihuahua lay on the side of the road. As I kneeled down next to her, an impressive array of teeth were bared. I would too had I been hurting so bad.

I took off my trusty big shirt and scooped her up. Half way across the road, her display stopped. She sensed trust. A hawk called as we walked away, no doubt holding the space for healing. He could have snapped her up a long time prior.

I ran energy till we got to our destination. She settled. After getting home, her broken right hind leg was set. The front right seemed to have radial nerve damage as the limb seemed elogated and unable to hold weight. A dose of Arnica 1m and she slept like a baby. That eve Symph 200c was given. She would only drink, she told me what kind of food she ate - so I got some. But she chose to fast the first day, her organs had taken a beating, whatever way one chooses to tell themselves of how her injuries occurred. By the second day she chowed down greedily.

You could tell she was a crate dog, the sun was such a friend to her. Her baby teeth retained, though the permament teeth had sprouted. Malnutition, an understatement. Good sun, good food, TLC, in less than a week she attempted to stand. By the second week, she could hobble slowly about the yard, plopping down for pick up when she got winded.

By week 4 she took off her makeshift cast on the right hind herself and the right front bootie to help stablize her leg (Hyper 200c and Ruta 200c did wonders for the "flipper" foot).  Tissue salts completed her healing.

It didn't take long to befriend the existing pack. Goldie the Golden/Shepherd mix is her best ally. It is truely something to see this odd couple play.

Winston, reserved at first, loves to play as well with his new found friend.

ChiDoxie and Quinky love her as well.

Makes for one happy Phife!

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Equine Guided Healing

Copyright 2010

Animal lovers have long known the healing power of animals. Their ability to love unconditionally and be fully present in the moment disables human defenses, melts and opens the heart, erasing the cares of modern life. They are the most phenomenal healers as they do not color their work with ego or agenda and have the ability to bring us back to a very pure and child-like state of being.

Shortcomings of the Spoken Word
Putting silent, sacred connections into words is difficult as language and the human intellect is not yet calibrated to do so effectively. The second stumbling block is words are symbols for things and experiences. Each individual will hear what is said and skew the information according to their life experience. A well intended conversation can take a wrong turn from there. An attempt will be made here to shore up the discrepancies.

The Inception of Equine Guided Healing
Longtime pioneer in this emerging field of healing with horses is Barbara Rector of Adventures in Awareness. Her simple yet profound teachings that incorporate the way of the horse have led many people to reap the benefits working with large herd animals brings. The horse serves as a guide to the ancient rhythm of the earth, that man once had access to, as nomads roamed with large, matriarchal herds. Because of the horse, that wisdom and reverence for life contained within that era now has a chance to seep to new generations.

Restoring Energetic Courtesy
Her concept of “con su permisso” (with your permission) gives horse and human a chance to open the relationship with respect for the talents and limits of both parties. A gift at times, found lacking in the equestrian and modern world, as the will of the ego dictates more often than courtesy.

 In doing healing work, it is customary to obtain the souls permission before proceeding. The same applies to the horse when working in this context. It brings people back to a place of non-verbal, energetic consideration.

As an example, upon entering the horses’ stall space, one should extend a silent intent to connect with the animal. If the animal greets one, the invitation is open to enter the stall. Elementary, but often overlooked, much as one would seek permission to enter the home of another human being.

 The same applies when entering the animal’s personal space. We all have had those folks that for whatever reasons “get in our face” to exchange conversation. One takes a step back, they step in closer. The basic respect of boundaries and personal space, that invisible bubble around you (your energy field) has been defiled and the person doing so has no clue. The very foundation that makes this work so profound is that it will re-establish pure, subtle energetic connections that will make life appear to move magically; and all it boils down to is respecting and acknowledging the state of an individuals’ energy field.  In today’s fast paced society, this common courtesy and silent knowing, is often lost in the haste of modern life.

Restoring Security in an Uncertain World
When one secures an open-hearted, sincere connection with the horse, the foundation is laid for what Barbara calls the “safety agreement”. The safety agreement condenses down to either side voicing concern if ones’ safety or security is sensed to be compromised. While it sounds easy enough, many people have difficultly articulating their basic needs, let alone what one may perceive as threatening. The fear of ridicule and/or the reprisal speaking such a truth may bring causes many to forgo the gift of integrity, and thus build their image from a false platform that will buckle under the tests of life.

Honoring this simple sentiment will allow the human to hear the prayer in the horse’s heart. When the chatter in the humans’ intellect begins to settle, the human begins to sense the prayer in their own heart that has been silenced in the cacophony of modern information. The prayer is to be honored with all our glories and shortcomings and loved enough in a sacred space to grow beyond those limits, just as the horse wants. As the human begins to incorporate these steps into their lives, the base and the crown of the energy field begin to function as they were designed to; rooting (Mother Earth) and enlightening (Father Sky); secure and inspire the individual at the same time.

The gift of learning to “be” evolves as the voice of ego and agenda dissolves. A new acceptance of oneself and other beings helps to pave the way to deeper understanding, compassion and inspiration as individuals navigate the ebb and flow of life. This grants a new sense of strength and empowerment in most individuals, along with the wisdom to use that force with prudence. All this thanks to the power and grace of the horse.

Equine Guided Healing - Putting Ego and Agenda to Rest
 A great disconnect occurred when humans placed themselves above the workings of the universe, putting value in our intellect and contriving, rather than working with the benevolence of the planet and her creatures. By doing so, humans lost step in the celestial dance of the universe, leaving a legacy of a poisoned environment for future generations to inherit. No other being on this planet does this to its offspring.

Humans are part of the cycles of creation and destruction that this universe is predicated upon. When a human learns to make peace with this duality and not think of themselves above this fact, we will almost immediately diffuse the potency of our destructive nature. The energy field becomes rooted in the goodness of Mother Earth, inspired by the omniscience of Father Sky and the heart (the gateway between heaven and earth in Traditional Chinese Medicine) is opened to interpret the will of self, others and the planet with inspirationand wisdom that results in the good for all.

Creating a Sacred Space
When working with large herd animals like horses, it is imperative to provide humans a tool to keep themselves safe as they learn the energetic subtleties of timing and movement that makes skilled horsemanship look like a dance.

This tool has been described as the “safety agreement” by Barbara Rector of Adventures in Awareness. This tool provides a protected environment (sacred space) where both parties feel free to articulate when their safety feels compromised. In Equine Guided Healing, the courtesy is extended to the horse via non-verbal communication and subtle energetic shifts.

The Gifts of an Ego in Balance
The gift your ego brings should be to show you who you are, at any given moment, on any given day. Taking in all the factors that comprise the whole, the environment, the beings involved, the atmosphere; this helps to formulate an inspired course of action that results in the good of all and thereby keeps the ego in check. When this happens, you know who you are (strengths and limitations) and your place in the greater scheme of things. The ego will not have to scream as loud to be acknowledged or attempt to cover some perceived deficiency. As such, as deep sense of well being and being taken care of emanates.

This will change the rhythm of the heartbeats in humans. As the heart opens with the greater goodness of love (love matured, not the enabling, co-dependant version most confuse for love), the horse senses this deep change in the heartbeat and the energy field; thus the horse finds the option of abandoning his wariness of the human predator, putting his trust in humankind.

This is the motivation of having the horse work with us and not for us. A fine distinction often lost in the fervor of ego, agenda and faulty pre-programming humans can suffer from. When the human reaches this point of sincerity, the horse eagerly joins in. A host of exercises can be executed by horse and human without harm, as each is rooted, inspired and loved in the moment beyond seeming expectations and limitations each has been yoked with through the ages.

A simple exercise that opens great awareness for most people is leading the horse from the right side. It is common to lead a horse from the horse’s left side, as most people are right handed. In doing so, the horse is throwing more weight on the right haunch; it can lead to lameness issues in the long run. It is the beginning of an imbalance started by “comfortable” handling. The right side is association with the masculine, the left side with the feminine.

This right-sided dominance causes most people to innately chose working the horse to the left in a ring (working off our right side), stressing certain tissues in the horse more than others. If the person is asked to work off their left-hand side, most find they are so atrophied; they will struggle to find the strength and balance to move the energy of the horse efficiently and with grace in the weak direction. Our natural tendency is to work off our dominant side. Thereby we transfer our imbalance to the horse. Most people will need to be told to move the horse in the opposite direction, to keep the animal balanced, but more importantly to begin balancing the human.

Most humans find that working from their left side softens not only their actions, but even how their footsteps connect with the ground. It opens their ability to sense the energy of the horse intuitively without having to “keep on eye on the horse”.  This is important as all predators have their eyes facing forward on their faces. Focusing hard with both eyes locks our neck and shoulders, a very “predator” move.

The horse is an animal that is preyed upon (eyes set far apart on their heads, allowing almost a 360 degree field of vision). A hard focused stare sends to the horse a very ancient and disturbing feeling.

Using peripheral vision softens our predatory stance. Learning to “see” with our entire body and energy field connects with the horse much as herd members do. We are learning to work within the ancient hardwiring of the horse when we accomplish this basic shift. The horse willingly dances with us when this simple alteration is incorporated into human behavior.

A New Way to “Be”
In this open and mindful state, the human diffuses the ticking bomb of predatory thought. The opportunity arises to acknowledge the chaos and mess that life can be, and with the help of benevolent equines, humans can choose a less forceful path. This gives integrity a voice and more importantly a chance to be heard and acted upon. It helps humans to control and contrive less, be open to the wisdom of the planet and her other beings and provides a window for ancient prudence to grace new generations.

Pure Communion with all that Surrounds You
 At the close of a session of Equine Guided Healing, it is most common for people to feel at complete ease and peace. Some mention they don’t even know what the feeling is just that it is a very quiet, reflective state. Sad that modern life, for all its conveniences, rips the solid foundation of peace from under our feet.

When this disconnect from the planet and Her life occurs, man is left without the tool of the most ancient language the planet has ever known. The human has just been dis-empowered from the very planet that nurtures all life contained within the blue aura of Her atmosphere.

 Must the Show Go On
This deep peace changes the rhythm of the heartbeat and the energy field. Animals’ sense when this “true” and peaceful state of being is reached. In teaching others to work with animals from an energetic point of view many people with deep seated respect for other life forms act from this place naturally and the miracles just flow. Others whom have been yoked by chains of expectation will try too hard to put on a “show”. If the domestic creature has found its voice and knows how to use it, they will generally reject this coercion and ill use of will.

A show has a preprogrammed agenda and does not lend itself to the ebb and flow of life, creating consequence and crisis. Man has created many versions of such “shows” as they are predictable, teachable and help to feed the ego. This can also be the reason some “trained” wild creatures go “bad” at times. They need to get back to that ebb and flow, creation and destruction programmed into all life in this universe, humans included. The sooner we make peace with this fact, the better we are able to minimize the damage the inflated ego brings. Working from a place of false, assumed superiority will cause inevitable consequence as the “whole” of a situation is not taken into consideration.

Keeping Ancient Wisdom
As moments unfold in working with creatures there are times when one literally has a chance to stretch physical, mental, emotional and spiritual limits. Some people will cloud this process with the voice and intention of their egos and color what can be or kill a new level of wisdom all together by not allowing integrity to lead the way. Often they want someone or something to be the keeper of their conscious all together. Here is where the human errs greatly as that voice should come from deep within you and not someone or something else. Here is where people will get bucked off, bitten, attacked or some other wake up call. This is where one remembers the ancient wisdom of other races that man does not own the earth and needs to be mindful of his intentions with it and the consequences there of. Intention can be woefully tainted by ego, leading with integrity gives voice to ancient, silent wisdom.

The Power of Love to Neutralize a Multitude of Ills
Anything ones loves to do, that absorbs you, will lead you to a "zero" state. This is where the logical mind is quiet and the only apparent thought is "inspiration" (this happens when the energy field is fully open and functioning). Some find this state with meditation, art, flying, animals; there are many paths to the same end.

It is an absolute state of being present and in the moment, very hard for most people to get to, but it can be addictive once people learn to access the state. There is great peace and silent strength in this state. It is the gift of honoring the past in your life and that of your ancestors, without being yoked or colored by it, accepting yourself and others, not yoking them or yourself with expectations or assumptions. This is the place, where the ego has learned to be at rest. It is loving what is and being at peace with it.

Once the ego, respect and integrity marry and merge with Devine inspiration limits we have been yoked with since childhood shatter and the world is our own without the need to contrive, coerce and manipulate life to suit our whims. It frees the heart to play all the notes therein, and the wisdom of when to play those notes. We feel and live the holographic interconnection of all the lives we love and touch. It does cause your footsteps to follow in grace and blows all the rules away for the greatest good.

This was an original state of being when people were nomadic. It harmonizes well with all life and the planet. It keeps one safe as it increases awareness. When humans are in this state of stillness, we will feel what the land needs, what we need, indeed, what all life needs, because the fray of extraneous noise is silenced, and there is only pure communion with what surrounds you. This is a state of being where the land can heal you, you heal the land and the glow goes both ways. It is way of being the spoken word is not yet capable of expressing. When words fail, we are there.


Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Synchronizing With the Land

Copyright 2013

It’s been 30 years since I graduated high school. I never thought I’d be back, but here I am, walking the old pastures of Narbonne High School as I did back then.

Imagine my surprise when I saw all the glorious old healing herbs my mother taught me about as we walked Mr. Brown’s field, growing up in Lomita.

The land changed drastically since then. Modern herbicides and homogenized, mono-cultured agriculture does not foster these “grandma herbs” as I lovingly refer to them. Weeds they are called. Culled and demeaned like witches of old, for simply knowing the wondrously serendipitous ways of healing, as only nature can.

Herbs like Mallow, known for its affinity to heal respiratory issues, the thyroid, malignancies of the throat and so much more.

Plantain (2 varieties), heals the skin, leg ulcers, Nettles, Shepherds Purse, Wood Sorrel and more, a plethora of fine healing herbs for bees and other pollinators to spread their healing joy, a most necessary base for the foundation, the soil of healing.

Some of the young folks volunteering to reclaim the garden helped to harvest the herbs. It was a good exchange of how school has changed from back in my day to their present experience. The horses loved the find these gracious young folks helped to harvest. It takes a good amount of foliage to keep such large creatures tuned. The find was truly a treasure.

These plants once grew in abundance around homes, the plant often growing where the beings were in need of the plants’ healing potential. That innate wisdom only the Great Mother Earth can provide all her offspring.

I have enjoyed the great fortune of spending decades with my beloved horses on trails in deep canyons where wildlife, flora and fauna can be observed. In silent osmosis, I witnessed the innate wisdom creatures of all sizes and shapes, exhibit when the seasons change, the individuality of seeking out the plants they need, where these plants choose to grow best and how they grow in cycles of abundant rain, verses drought. This was a 30+ year education that no university offers. Luckily The Great Mother is still the best teacher to those students that observe and absorb Her wisdom, at no charge.

In recent years the use of Roundup herbicide makes these healing friends of old a distant memory, a weed to be destroyed. The honor of old self- sufficient healing ways obliterated. As these plants gently cleanse the major organs of liver, kidney, lungs and spleen, “dis-ease” is kept to a minimum. This is the original “self-medication”, the true prevention of disease as opposed to the overpriced and disempowering modern version of medicating and surgical means of intervention, suppressing and firmly rooting “dis-ease”.

Once Roundup is sprayed, it is recommended that livestock not graze that land for a period of 4 years. Think about this, a great deal of humanity eats tons of conventionally grown produce sprayed with this poison (this doesn’t even include the GMO damage). If CAFO produced meats are included in the diet, the human is at the end of a very toxic food chain, compounding chronic illness that abounds.

The following photographs chronicle land changes as Roundup is sprayed to abate “weeds”. The first growing season following the application of Roundup results in a bloom of “superweeds”. They grow abhorrently large with a vengeance, in segregated bunches. Perhaps this is natures way of combating the toxin, just as sage is generally the first plant to grow after wildfires (ash has its own healing properties), these plants may somehow try to initiate healing of the land, time alone will tell.

Superweeds growing.

If the Roundup is again used to combat these plants, the growing season that follows begins to show sterilized soil. Acres and acres of barren land, void of pollinators and everything further up the food chain (including humans) that depend on this basic foundation of sustenance, the soil and her bounty.

Barren land where repeated spraying occurred, note the "weeds" still grow closer to the creek below.

As many farmers and gardeners move towards holistic land management, riparian buffers are part of the landscape. These are areas of farmland that are allowed to return to their “wild state”, weeds, or healing plants, depending on perspective, are allowed to flourish as the land slopes toward watershed areas for the purpose of leaching farming chemicals, before they reach the waterways.

These areas are important as they not only help to insure a cleaner water supply, but also allow the land to remember her ways. The soil organisms, the healing herbs that are so vital to the health of pollinators and most likely so much more that we will never truly understand. The also serve as corridors for wildlife.

The significance of this has merit in backyard gardens as well. Though it may not be in the direct path of a waterway, such an “original” blueprint for the garden will provide that innate wisdom of what is needed for healing in the form of soil organisms, healing plants and an honor for what was, to serve as a bridge to what will and can be. The old ways should not be forgotten, for to this day they are still able to unravel the sterilized, homogenized damage modern life has brought to living beings.

The following is an excerpt from a very worthwhile read from the late, great father of Agrohomeopathy, Viakunthanath Kaviraj in his article “Symbiotic Relationships”:

“Societies of plants seek each other, but they also seek man, because like attracts like – what is in the same vibration of consciousness will invariably seek each other and find them too. The domestication of plants is a logical outcome of man collecting himself around wild grains, which he then began to grow to feed ever-more mouths. Just as grains grow around man, man grows around grains.

It is also often said that the weed that grows abundantly in the garden of a sick man will be his medicine, from which we can learn that plants are attracted by similarities in consciousness and mentality for their favourite places of growth. A little anecdote from my case-books will illustrate this perfectly

I once had a Scottish friend, who had relations with one of the biggest dope dealers in the vicinity. This man was a rough type, who drank whiskey like water and smoked joints like a chimney. He was rough in the mouth and had the raspiest voice I ever heard. He had a problem – he had an eczema that itched him no end. Could I help him?

Sure, why not? Better than the priest who condemns the sinner, the doctor treats friend and foe – he does not ask how one make one’s income. He asks what type of work he does. When the answer is import export, the doctor may know exactly what is meant. On arrival at the man’s house I saw the yard was overgrown with nettles. I said nothing, but went inside, where the roughneck was drinking whiskey and trying to order his wife around. The living room was huge and a fire burning in the open fireplace, to which the host had stretched his feet and was busily scratching himself voluptuously. His wife asked what I could do for him. So I told her he should get a flogging with nettles, to get rid of his itch. At that he pulled out a gun and told me he’d shoot off my head if I so much as even thought about it. I told him I had a present for him and handed him a few bottles of Glenfiddich, his favourite malt. So we fed him so drunk, he passed out and slid from his crapaud on the floor and was unconscious. Then we went into the garden wearing rubber gloves and cut many bunches of nettles. These we brought inside, then stripped the fellow and flogged him with the nettles till he was swollen and red. We covered him with a blanket and let him get out of his booze. Then I left for the night with my friend to his place and the next day back home.

The next day he called and even his voice was smoother. He had lost the desire to brag and swear and told me his skin was as smooth as a baby’s. If I could come by to get my pay. I told him I did not require to have my head blown off with a big sawn-off shotgun. He told me it was a joke and please come – he is embarrassed by his threat and needs to show his gratitude. Even his wife had asked me to come by. I told him I would be back in six weeks. When I came back, I visited him again. The garden was almost free of nettles. I asked him whether he had cut them down. “No” he says, they had gone by themselves. He had two more flogs by his wife and then by the second time they were almost gone. His wife told me he was much nicer and softer now and his business was booming. Even she had changed, and was much more relaxed. That consciousness left the man and the nettles left with it.”

I dearly love this story, confirming the full circle wisdom my mother impressed me with. It is a strange and wondrous trust that something much wiser than us governs. A very basic and valid clue as to what is needed for healing before one even knows the beings in the areas where one is called. Is modern man willing to listen and honor the wisdom the land holds?

 Who’s up for an herbal class?

Monday, February 18, 2013

The Lady in the Window

Copyright 2013

The Lady in the window speaks to me, 
The Corn Maiden of long ago seeks to be free.

She walked this place before the Tongva came,
The Peoples of the Earth She bestowed her Blessings upon.

Reconciliation now is sought,
Land and lives should no longer be sold or bought.

Honor and love the ground on which you stand,
It is your sacred Mother whose ancient fragments strengthen your stand.

The land still heals,
though Modern Man poisons Her so.

The rooted plants still bring soundness,
from the depths below.

Humble your hearts, abundance you squandered.
The Sacred Mother always forgave your blunders.

She silently waits,
for your birthright to take,
the time has come to wake.

Sunday, January 27, 2013


Copyright 2013

The past few blogs have been an experiment of some sorts. A stretching of boundaries, inspired by the elusive, reclusive muse that told me take my hand off my mouth and just say it, scribe the stars she says. They have been written for those of advanced healing arts, the feedback has been enjoyable, some found answers, some found the void, so I will stretch those paradigms a bit further. This is not about some canned answer an infantile race is use to being spoon fed, it’s about waking up, owning your power, taking responsibility and harnessing your life’s education into your own way.

I am nobody special, born under formidable circumstance to say the least, an accident, that wasn’t, so to speak.

I have chosen mentors carefully; those that do not sugar coat, but give the raw, bare bones truth of what I need to know to hone my chosen arts. Those permitted dark admittance of humanity in wards and war, and can tell of depths humanity sinks to in despair and of cruel torture that is disguised as “cure” at times. These are the souls that have something to teach me. Teachings from gurus sequestered from the blood and guts of humanity ring untrue. Much has been handed down verbally. Etched in the corners of my mind, coming forth when need, heeded as needed. There is a tremendous letting go in what these folks have taught me, freedom to break the limits of human delusion (no matter how enlightened some fancy themselves to be). Thank you.

We live in interesting times, since days of old, humanity has always asked for a sign, an answer, never realizing they hold the key all along. We start with the Message of the Hopi Elders, for I believe the ancients offer the lynchpin all have within their grasp. Modern man, for all his good intent, is too miasmicly burdened, incongruent and unaware of how well he lies to himself to lend much to heed to. Solace, peace and truth, for me, has always been found in the natural world.

Message from the Hopi Elders:

You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour.
Now you must go back and tell people that THIS is the hour.
And there are things to be considered:
Where are you living?
What are you doing?
What are your relationships?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?
Know your garden.
It is time to speak your truth.
Create your community.
Be good to each other.
And do not look outside yourself for the leader.
This could be a good time!
There is a river flowing now very fast.
It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid.
They will try to hold onto the shore.
They will feel they are being torn apart, and they will suffer greatly.
Know the river has its destination.
The elders say we must let go of the shore,
Push off into the river.
Keep our eyes open,
And our heads above the water.
See who is in there with you and celebrate.
At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally,
Least of all ourselves.
For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey
Comes to a halt.
The time of the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves!
Banish the word struggle from your attitude and vocabulary.
All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the One's we've been waiting for.

The Elders
Oraibi, Arizona
Hopi Nation

Threading Dynamics

The work of Dr. Gabor Mate threads the needle through interesting connections most “doctors” fail to correlate.

In ancient cultures, substances deemed “addictive” were used in ceremonial circumstance without abuse or addiction. Tobacco, Marijuana, Peyote and other herbs had their place in opening realms in a sacred manner, without creating dependency. So what changed?

Modern man, please try and listen on a level most are not equipped to hear, I do not advocate drug use. Many can reach other realms without the use of said substances. I am including this because shrouded addiction is so prevalent in our society. Humans make choices through their skewed pinhole opinions, fear and despair, rather than ancient, rooted knowing. While many advocate the use of said substances, most do not  realize how these plants have been hybrid/adulterated to pander to modern mans need to escape himself, to keep lying to himself.

The crux of addiction is an ailing part of a humans’ soul, hinging as humans using their bodies to express what is wrong in the society they are part of; all is a reflection. Ancient man used these herbs to find himself (remembering who you were meant to be); modern man prostitutes the honor of these plants, by losing himself, making himself a prime target for manipulation. In doing so, the substance is nothing more than another layer of compensating suppression. This ancient truth is of great importance to know for anyone wishing to move past dependency, be it alcohol, substance, electronic or whatever the human replaces the peace of Oneness with.

Dr. Mate notes that as capitalist societies rose, addictions rose; the soul losing something of great worth when materialism becomes paramount. This speaks volumes to those in the energetic healing arts.

What becomes more of a slight of hand is when the addiction is prescribed and cloaked as “medicine”.

A disemboweled, floundering humanity seeks relief from a dazzling, high-tech institutions (electronics have their own addictive effects on our energy fields), facts and figures corral their already overwhelmed and exhausted intellect, psychotropic drugs flood the populace. The power of self healing is delegated to others, with consequence.

Working in the healing arts with those ready to move past dependency gives perspicacity to ancestral, familial, miasmic, cultural and so much more that influences the current condition in any individual. This knowing is sharpened when working with generations within familial lines. It is never the one thing humans wish it to be, it is a vast web of dynamic influence that converges to seek reconciliation. Most will be at a level (lack of awareness) where they cannot hear, let alone act upon the truth if it is sung to them. Some beings can clear this esoteric fog quickly; some will take years to do so.

 It should be no surprise we are in a time when it is easier for individuals to wean off of street drugs, than prescription medication. New classes of prescriptions medication disrupt the bodies ability not only to uptake certain minerals (which in and of itself leads to many silent chronic, wasting illness), but many also have an effect of how the brain receives information; brings a whole new meaning to messing with your head. This is the reality my work leads me to untangle.

Destabilizing Structure

For decades now the food supply has been destabilized. Chemical fertilizers have disrupted the body’s availability and ability to uptake minerals. Depleted soils and heavy metal contamination lead the body to replace need minerals with the closest, unsuitable replacement. The body does what it can with what it is given. Lead replaces calcium, magnesium and zinc. Arsenic in place of copper, mercury fills the roll of selenium, fluoride, also fills the void. Most of these metals will disrupt the balance calcium, magnesium and phosphorous in the body, weakening bones. These metals also wreak havoc with the endocrine system. As these chemical fertilizers accelerate plant growth, young ladies menstruate earlier, body’s age faster. These heavy metals destroy the thyroids ability to govern metabolism. These subtle disruptions often do not show up on tests, but initiate chronic, slow progressing illness adding to the lack of awareness.

Bodies tend to pack on weight much differently than decades past. In horses diagnosed as “Cushings” there are predicable pads of fat that develop. Belly fat in humans predominates. Add the GMO factor to what the chemicals have started and the above has been exasperated ten fold.

While some claim new and improved tests are leading to better diagnosis, the fact remains that one did not see this type of body decomposition pre-GMO. The up and coming health professionals of today learn of such things as being the “norm”, not having account of how life use to be pre-poisoned food. This leaves a huge void that will be filled with more pills, more chemicals and generally creates a dependency on a medical system outside of self, to keep functioning. No need to wonder why the only industry left in America is blocks and blocks of medical buildings. A system of slow slaughter is fully functional. Its roots firmly anchored in dead, plastic food, a spoiled and addicted populace duped into killing itself, paying outlandish insurance premiums, which now all seemed doomed to sign up for, though the elitists at the top of the food chain exempt themselves. Wake and smell the hypocrisy.

Heed the Hopi Elders and be your own leader.

Humanity addicted to electronics; walking dead. A wondrous natural world slowly evaporating, most so dumbed down, they can’t see it slipping away. Oh what is lost when the feet lose the song of the ley lines.

Heavy metals ringing a new song through our bones, vaccines delivering newly encoded messages into DNA, trigger finger electronics, most don’t have to learn to shoot from the hip when joining armed services, they are already hardwired to kill. Miasmicly, culturally, so cleverly packaged no one, not even their parents, aware enough to say no and stop buying into the damage done. Humanity becomes a product, our youth, harnessed drones.

A government of bullies tells others not to use chemical weapons on their own, while poisoning the US populace with GMOs and chem-trails. Killing and war seems this governments’ only answer. Though miasmicly and chemically watered down, what child doesn’t feel the incongruence ringing through the collective? When no one hears the silent scream, the exploding angst of youth calls our heed.

For decades young people have died on gang infested streets. Media makes no mention of them, what is it about these children no one cared? Now when babes a plenty lose their lives, humanity cries and asks God why? This is the delusional, veiled pinhole most see life through, failed awareness that would make the human race ring more true. As long as the pinhole perspective needs are met, they won’t care what brothers and sisters of other races sweat. Genocides of ages ago, of many races, depended on this failing of the human spirit.

Indigenous peoples once populated the land in the tens of millions. Slow, systematically slaughtered, they number now somewhere around 250,000; the blueprint of this genocide used by many governments around the world. How many are willing to open their eyes and see the tainted thread strung through eternity?

Corral the people, remove their babes, and strike the ancient language from singing. Soon they die out and the next generation of syco/syphilitics can do what they want, raping humanity and the land as time strings along.

How many parents now lament, of increased aggression when to pre-school their child is sent? Dead, plastic food, the sacred babes, thrown to the world; a mindless population dances to its own panic driven fear. Stop.

For some this planet has not felt safe to bring life into for decades, we cried with Iron Eyes Cody was his beloved river turned to sludge. Something inside us told us to stop, something more mindful must crop.

For this we may have been called many names, teased in school and thought of by some family members as lame. Still the ley lines call we heed, there is no wrong or right answer, only that which unties the knot in your gut and calls the next purpose to fruition.

The schooling system for most isn’t easy. For those deemed less than normal the journey is yet more queasy. For the bully must always his ego gloat, a weakness covered by stepping on another bloak. Too many now cloaked in psychotropic drugs, can no longer suck it down and suppress. Their terror and anger with gunshots expressed.

The government puts on a lame show of caring. Aspergers has been removed from the list of those with autism that receive aid. Many of these individuals have incredible intellect; they find it hard to live with the “dumbed down”. Adolescence proves to be a stressful time, so many labels, so many meds, a soul coming into its own, yoked with consequence and opinions and fears of others, anger grows, truth unacknowledged and unreconciled explodes.

The bandaid on a gunshot wound. It’s the best this miasmicaly burdened culture can do. Another human pissing contest ensues, who knows best? Ban guns, more committees, more liberties lost, more of a bad show. Laws fail to inspire integrity. If this were so we’d be the most serene society ever. Why is no one threading the dynamics of dead food, harried parents, children thrown to strangers for care, violent media to name a few influencing for decades? Why is the human so blind to the raw gut truth waiting for reconciliation in the subconscious?

A host of healing ways exist to quell the destructive, homicidal, suicidal, unfeeling miasms that fuel this vicious pace. Work with horses, gardens, returning to nature, homeopathy and more have their place. These kids shine when authoritarian confrontation gets out of their face and reconnect with the silent grace of natures embrace.  

A wise suggestive voice from behind, a deep and core listening to bridge the divides; it works with all troubled beings, it quells the screaming violence and starts the flow of healing tears. These young people of today are incredible humans with great consequence left for them to deal with. On the other side of their rage is just another soul, wanting acknowledgement to their birthright, to live, chase dreams and not be a commodity for someone else’s expectation.

There is no right or wrong answer here, all do the best they can, with what they are given. The huge swath of death, suicide and holocaust should cause those with eyes open to take heed, but most are too stuck in delusion to dare see such truth. The ancients have said, there are many people, but few human beings. Perfect peace reigns when nature intervenes on our behalf.

Heed the Silent Song

I have always heard the death song about a year before beloved beings passes. There is no gift, that does not carry within it curse. Untie the knot of dichotomy, find the Stillpoint, then you will find what you need. It is a very hard awareness of being in the moment.

I felt this call a year before my mother passed. I was 13 years old, always felt a bit of a freak, sometimes treated as so for not “fitting in”. Nature has always been my solace, the Great Mother always understood me, even the years I did not understand myself.

The way is always made. Parents and schools, feeling the burdening, unsung crush of over population (as we deem it), thrusts children into pressured schedules; “you don’t understand” they say. Perhaps it is the pressure cooker life led, that causes “them” not to understand. The power in saying “no” liberates those yoked with the miasmic tendency to exploitation. Slowing down, taking time sounds so cliché, but humanity has long lost its sense of sacred. If we are as evolved as we claim to be, children getting shot need not be our wake up call. Life is short, and judging by our tendency to consume poison at an addictive rate, bound to get shorter. Humanity is but a spoiled, egotistical infant compared to the other nations we share this incredibly gorgeous planet with.

A gem within a gem; something worth digging through the muck and mire for; the term lightworker never did a thing for me. Most destined for such work will have a period where self seeks to escape the looming work calling them. Modern society labels these babes with a host of diagnosis. Generally a severe health crisis of some sort seals the fate. What is choice when every cell of your being knows what needs to be done? It stems ancestrally, it jumps time lines into the future. Skating possibilities, knowing the consequence each will make way before its appointed time. Consequence knows, there is no blessing that doesn’t carry some sort of curse, all for the sake of equilibrium.

It happened that day, long ago, when I saw in my mothers’ eyes, her time of leaving was soon to be. She always had a great deal of faith in me. It always baffled me the choices she gave me freedom to. Great autonomy she entrusted. The youngest of eight, there was a lot on my plate. The accident is often born under the most formidable of circumstance, the one that shouldn’t be, the one that may be born a bit goofy. Who are you to judge? Silence is the best tool a human can use when wisdom fails. The circumstance is just the beginning of boomeranging worldly travails such children will be yoked with. They often carry the burden of clearing familial/cultural lines.

Some say we chose our circumstance; another theory shifting burden when humanity cries why. Perhaps, we are pushed. We are but a spoke in the wheel, we don’t/won’t know everything.

Forceps birth, a dented head, I know I live best in the autonomy my mother gave me, no rules, lid off the box, sides down, everything else humans mouth, heaven, hell, karma, reincarnation, law of attraction, blah, blah, blah, just another limit, a canned answer emitted by the infant so willing to poison itself, white noise. More than ever, I need nature’s synchronic song, while it still plays.

The silent planets that dance in the night, the song the birds sing that compliment the breeze. The spirit herd gathers, in reserved stance. A year ago, all sang of welcoming another Windwalker home.

Winter is always a time of waning energy. The sun feebly shines; ancestral strength stored in the kidneys runs out. Those of advanced age feel nature’s pangs in their bones.

Our dear Noble Man, the adopted horse. His aging frailness began singing the out of tune note that would ring him home. The herd heard and co-operates, such is the nature of horse. Curtailing trail excursions, being there for our soon to depart friend. It is a gift not having the ego driven opinion of others clouding what needs to be done, just being in the moment and letting the animals tell of what is best to be perfected. Let go.

Noble Man was keenly attuned to details. The greeting ceremony, the lessons of subtle connection he imparted on those lucky enough to be endowed with his gallantry. He often called to those who lacked social grace, and reminded them the substance and closing of saying adieu. Some never took the time to know the depth of his unassuming being. This always stung his core.

We take for granted how frail such a large invincible beast is on the inside. The crushing weight of human deadness kills the mightiest of hearts. No one wants to believe, when at deaths door the final note is sung. Human delusion spins their wants, life force can be stretched so far beyond what one thought, but in the end the heart always stops and sets the last fading beat to usher those that walk the wind home.

He put his head on my shoulder, a final horse hug good by and his soul slipped from his body to join the spirit herd waiting near by. Nature lives in service to itself, without malice.

“All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration” The Hopi Elders beckon. The time for Modern Mans lies coming to an end. Our ways of comfort have weakened the vital force greatly. Even the wild ones come to those with listen and ask the gap be bridged; life from the highest mountains to lowest being asking modern man to conclude our greed.

Automated slaughter houses spilling rivers of blood to feed disconnected masses. Laws forbidding documentation of what occurs in factory farms put in place by politicians. The sacred lessons of prey and predator prostituted, as only a human could.

This is not meant to inspire guilt, but to make you think and quell hypocrisy. Some clamor to save one species from slaughter, while stuffing faces with ground flesh of another. What makes a preferred specie exempt, and another worthy of holocaust? We selectively choose blindness to what we do to one another, every other being on this planet is at risk of our selective righteousness.

How many have had predatory pets share a “kill” as an offering of thanksgiving? How was the pet treated for sharing ancient skills with a beloved? Stretch this a bit further to working with wild predators, what if they bestow such a gift? What would you make of that?

And what of the Mongols whose vast herds have no fences, yet the beasts stay unto the final day of sacrifice? No one understands the circle of life better than the animals. There is no right or wrong answer here either; nothing to prove, no pissing contest to engage in, no pinhole opinion to impose on another as well. For at the core of any knot is self hate for what self imagines themselves to be, but is not. When self can come to terms with that, the whole being rings truer in action, the need for empty words discontinues. A new way of being comes to play, less is more and the congruency that emanates will do more to foster concord than any law can inspire. Words will cut to the chase, offend some, liberate others. To thy own self be true, then the whole will fare much better.

Only then, will you know where your water comes from, as water springing forth from sacred rock reveals itself. You will know your garden and from this your community will nourish because the circle has been established back to love of the land (something that goes way beyond patriotism, roots self and respect for others), self, family and community.

You will be in the right relationships, because you have learned the courage to speak your truth. Your whole life has prepared you for this moment. There have been no wasted lessons; you have all that you need. You don’t need a canned answer, you had it all along. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration. There is a river flowing now very fast. Go with it.