Tucson: The Community...sort of!

I have been here a week and have had the good fortune to fall in with a bunch of old Hippies with stories to tell of their encounters with the icons of the era. Last night, a Ginsberg film debut by two of them and a Q & A afterward that produced an actual post card written by Ginsberg to a friend of the card's keeper. At the event, I also met someone who worked on the Hubble telescope and invented a technology for smelling TV... something that seemed possible and a logical next step in the evolution of entertainment to me as a kid. I got to visit a communal housing setting that makes total sense. Share a bath and the kitchen and have one room that is your private space. Economic and practical. I'm impressed.

No one goes by his given name, which is good as it seems there are only one or two given names among them. Everyone has a second or third name that comes with a fascinating story behind it's selection. Makes me feel less odd with my second name. No one is from here. I have yet to meet a native Tucsonian[?]. Kind of like the land of misfit toys, only one feels less misfitted in the company of so many others of similar nature. An interesting mix of interesting people.

Dear Everyone... I'm Going on Walkabout...

Greetings!
At the behest of my guides I'm off to Tucson and points SW.
Vision questing!
Hoping to hook up with the tribe and get activated.
Feels like my "unit" is being called up for active duty.
If I find the time and an internet connection, will post some of my findings.
All is well, ya know!
We carry on,
Vim

TURTLE WOMAN'S AUTO-WRITINGS - 01/26/08

This is Turtle Woman's latest auto-writing as I received it.
I am posting it here for your information and enlightenment.
As always, use your discernment.
We carry on,
Vimala

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Saturday, 2:05 p.m.

January 26, 2008

Trepidation. Climax. The not-so-holy making another huge power play. Relentless in their pursuit of false power. Much confusion within and on the rise without. The emotional imbalance in the mass consciousness becoming greater and more prevalent. So many crises in so many directions. People totally overwhelmed, freaking out, acting out, breaking down, and literally losing it. The level of going berserk continues to increase. So many simply going insane. No where near its apex. Crisis, crisis, crisis. Be very careful, and keep observant to what is going on around you at all times. Use the Golden Light in conjunction with the Violet Ray to protect yourselves. The earth is about to rumble from all the negative impacts and the stress of it all. The body will revolt.

So many still asleep. Most of them will remain that way. Those who have recently awakened are feeling as though they have just emerged from a fog. They are amazed that they could not see through the obvious and outrageous antics of the dark ones who claim false power. Disaster will pile upon disaster and the deaf, blind, and dumb will still refuse to wake up. Stubborn resistance against the Creator of All That Is. There are only so many times that Creator will knock on your door before walking away when the door is not answered.

Not many roses to be smelled this year. Hard times for many with much loss – life, limb, and external security. The floor will literally drop out from below for those who persist in not awakening. It is their soul choice. Send them Light and move on. No time to waste on grieving over those who refused Creator’s repeated call.

One by one, those of the Vanguard are withdrawing. It is their time to turn their attention inward. It is a time of inner powering up. This is where the attention needs to be. For those who have done their spiritual work and have followed Creator’s directives to implant the Light and bring the teachings of the Great Masters into the daily life of the masses, it is time to attend to Self. Inward and upward is the call being heard now. That which is outside is no longer calling. Their mission is rapidly coming to a close. It’s time for those who are meant to take the Vanguard’s place to step up to the plate of Truth. Your higher initiations are almost complete.

Those of the Vanguard who are not yet heeding the call will soon find the pull so strong they can no longer return their attention to the outside world. What appears to be an attitude of “I’m sorry, you have me confused with someone who cares” is not what it seems… it is simply those of the Vanguard now giving full attention to the Source’s call.

It is necessary you to prepare yourself for your next step... fully empowering yourself again with Creator and Self so that you may finally go to your real home, where your true loved ones await for you. For many of you, your soul mates did not incarnate with you, in order to be a life line on the other side to give you strength, encouragement, and guidance during this difficult journey. It is reunion time. Look forward to it with great joy.

All the love, attention, compassion, assistance, and selfless giving you have contributed in this long, difficult journey now needs to be directed to disconnecting from that which is without and focusing it on that which is within. This is not selfish, callow, or cold, but simply a normal stage of stepping up and stepping away from that which no longer belongs with you. The time to move forward and prepare for moving home has come. The time is passing to be in the center of the storm, but to rise above it. It’s time for a huge moving sale and the few boxes of what needs to be taken are being packed. You will, however, be traveling light… and you will be traveling Light.

Do not mourn what is being left behind… it’s suppose to be left behind. You cannot move up until you release what is holding you down. You cannot advance if you have the brakes on. Hesitation to take automatic right action can have dire results. You can not go forward unless you leave behind that which holds you back… attachments to this, the lowest, densest realm in creation, will result in eons of being stuck in terrible lower creations.

You cannot go home if you insist on clinging to the place that is not your home. And a period of detachment is required to let go without further pain and suffering. Those who do not do what is required to let go will experience what the Masters refer to as “the stings of a thousand scorpion”. There truly is a “ Scorpion King”. Being ripped out of this level of Creation when there is attachment to it is painful indeed. One must be able to let go with speed, joy, ease, comfort, and love, according to Free Will and for the Highest Good.

Looking backward, holding back, will trap you in a hell of your own making beyond imagination – the lesson of Lot’s wife. You don’t hang on to the stage of being a baby when you are becoming a child. You don’t cling to your diaper stage when you’ve become potty trained. Every stage of evolution requires a letting go, a necessary leaving behind. While each soul’s desire determines their destination, the Vanguard’s time to go home is drawing nigh. Not to a “new earth”, but home, true home. It is the next stage for you. And you must leave behind what is not yours to be able to return to your own. To everything there is a season. It is time to change the guard.

“Gee but it’s great to be back home!
Home is where I want to be!
I’ve been on the road so long my friend,
And if you come along
I know you couldn’t disagree
It’s the same old story
Everywhere I go.
I’ve been slandered,
Libeled,
I hear words
I’ve never heard in the bible.
And I’m one step away from a shoe shine.
Two steps away from the county line…..”

Paul Simon 1969

…. the “county line”, the line of demarcation between here and home. Get your traveling shoes shined… you’re two steps away from home… sweet home.

Those souls, however, who need to follow The Mother from this earth to her new home – her new body – the “new earth”, are beginning to leave and follow her now. Those who refuse to acknowledge that her soul departure from this earth has already transpired will soon understand. The “new earth” they have been waiting for cannot be ready for other’s arrival until the Mother’s soul occupies it. How could it? Did you not understand the process? As above so below. The laws of creation, which so many woo-woo new-agers ignore, are always in force. It is misleading, false information which negates the laws and rules of existence within every level of Creation.

As above, so below. Just because we are in a time of great change and we are evolving into a higher being does not mean the basic laws of transmigration have been suspended. It is only a fool that swallows hook line and sinker the myth that the laws of creation have been suspended or are no longer in effect. And if you believe the deliberate misinformation planted by those of dark intent, a sinker it will be for you. Woe be to those who don’t use discernment.

Discernment is only possible through Truth and seeking the Path of the Masters, the metaphysics of the science of the soul. That is where spirit and science meet as One in Universal Truth. That and the journey within through attending to meditation is what gives the ability to discern the Truth from all the hogwash that is sloshing around. Seek and ye shall find.

The Mother’s soul had to leave “here” first before she could be ‘there”, otherwise the “new earth” would simply be an empty shell with no life-force – there would be nothing capable of sustaining the life trying to enter it. The “new earth” can not be alive and ready for its children until the soul of the Mother occupies it. It is she who gives the “new earth” life, not the other way around. The birthing process of a planet is the same as a baby… a soul must enter it before it can live.

The birthing mother’s body must have a soul occupying it first before the baby’s soul can come through. And if there is no soul in the body of the planet, nothing will “birth” onto that planet. As above, so below… so why would that be negated when moving back up?

Something else is taking place “here” in what has become an empty shell.
An illusion of life. But then it always has been, simply with souls trapped in a bad dream. It is only an illusion continuing, a dream continuing from a thought form. Energy moving forward, like a radio wave endlessly moving through space through the eternity of this universe of consciousness. Actually, none of us are here at all. Why are you hanging on to it?

So much shock in the near future. Step above it. Move out of being the center of the storm into being totally above it. More mind-boggling events. Rise above it.

The people cry out in protest from all quarters. Much shifting. Terrible deceptions. Look within and away from the outside projection. Don’t let it entangle you. Send the Light with objective detachment, not on your knees sobbing. There is no less love involved in it, just a lot less strain from over wrought emotion. Remove yourself to your Self and bask in the connection with Source. Otherwise what is coming will shatter your heart many times and render you vulnerable to entrapment by the dark ones.

Those of dark intent want to keep you trapped in the dream with staged events they orchestrate from behind the scenes. Their scriptwriters are not on strike. By removing yourself to the Self, you become the real script writer for All That Is. It is from being here on this level, in the body while accessing the higher realms, that true change for the better is made. Use this – the only real tool you have.

It is the one the Lord of your soul, the Creator of All That Is, gave to you. Those of dark intent are trying to create and stage events which seem to come from the ‘enemy’ but are in fact being orchestrated by themselves behind the curtains. They want to develop and execute strong emotions from horror to develop a “cause” to expand the war and continue their agenda.

Recent events at sea were staged to provoke war by the very government crying “foul!”. Those of dark intent are trying hard to set the stage for more war before elections in the hope that they will feed more fear into the sleeping masses and thereby stay in false power. They are banking on it. Don’t buy into the destructive agenda of the-powers-that-aren’t. Those of dark intent who steal the power of others are desperately trying to hold their position and are involved in much more deception, plotting, and fear-mongering to fool the masses than they ever have before. As they ramp things up again, they are frantically scrambling to cover their tracks and reek more havoc.

And yes, they personally, literally reek, as lies do carry a bad smell which is equal to the level of bad energy. The smell of liars is awful. The more you move up on the evolutionary ladder, the more you are able to See, Know…. and Smell… and you can smell a rat.

Although the dark ones have succeeded in the past, they can only continue to succeed if you give them permission. Know these false provocations for more war are simply staged – self-made threats to achieve the plans that they already had on the table since the beginning. Me thinks they protest too much… such hollow voices blowing wind.

These power mongers of dark intent will kill as many of their own and others as they need to in order to justify an orchestrated “cause” to expand war. Require accountability and fool-proof evidence from those who are trying to entrap you in fear. Their fear mongering is hollow. Give it no value by calling them out in Truth. Will you silently stand by and give those of dark intent the carte blanch they are counting on?

Elections will be stolen. Much corruption in votes. Dirty tricks abound. Freedom will be bought and sold behind the scenes. Nasty surprises in store.

Public outrage. A bright light in danger of being snuffed out. Much Light needs to be sent to those who walk in Truth with courage. But remain free from the drama. Players shifting in the play and the soap opera takes a new turn. There is hope still, but a sacrificial lamb may be laid on the alter. A serious turning of events.

Earth is revolting. Dying throes. Massive shudders. Is a planetary walk-in waiting in the wings? Something lurks nearby. Rising and falling. Splitting apart. Magma flows freely. Smoking and puffing. Lava in an unexpected place. Major shifts. Many changes. Much sorrow and grief. Gnashing of teeth and tearing of hair. Woe, woe. Rise from the center of the storm to above it. Go within. Sit in mediation and prepare your journey Now.

Lightworkers struggle with the impact of these dark energies. For those who see and feel from a heightened perspective, the darkness of the energy is even more difficult. A very materialistic energy is coming in. It will last for a long time, promoting more greed, especially from governments. Mass consciousness in danger of severe backsliding. Ugh. Much progress in mankind can be reversed. A strong energy of governmental backward thinking, oppression of women-minorities- education-freedom. Danger of martial law in many places. Camps. Orwell. Big Brother. Fascist governmental energies. Riots. A turning away from enlightenment. A backward influence for a time to come. Darkness from the past coming forward. Reversal of fortunes and the ramping up of new ones.

The Light is needed more than ever. Intensify the Light, the beautiful Golden Light, without by expanding it within. Now. Without anymore slacking. Go within and do the work needed there. Sit in mediation. Make the time. It’s important. And nothing on this earth feels better than time spent in meditation, so seek your greater field of happiness. Why do you not?

Those who are going through disconnection will hold their own during this extreme new influence, but the many who have neglected their spiritual development will be crushed and broken under this new time. It is so unnecessary. Prepare through your meditation and get two birds with one stone – protection here while completing the journey home. Why deny and delay your greatest desire of your heart and soul – complete bliss, total joy, Oneness again.

Many, many souls leaving during this time. A nuclear holocaust looms heavy on the horizon. The smallest mis-step can be disastrous. Walking a fine line. Will you allow it? The Mother decided not to be a part of this. Thus the timing of her departure. She prepares the new home - a safe, beautiful haven - for those who have chosen to follow her and who are not yet ready to go all the way home. She is “there”, Now, welcoming her children as they begin to arrive.

Do you feel a hollowness? Look and truly see. The trees have lost their aura. The hollowness you feel is this empty projection. You are no longer here. Wake up. You will love where you really are when you wake up. Life is a dream. . . dream. . . dream. Wake up. This dream is not yours.

The tree you see with your physical eyes is growing, but the life force is dissipated. The tree is “there”, but it no longer vibrates with vigorous life force. To the physical eye, it doesn’t look different, but for those who have “the eyes to see”, it might as well be made out of cardboard for the amount of life force it carries now. In Truth, what is keeping this planet going and preventing it from flying apart is the life force emanating from less than a handful of living genuine Masters in combination with the Lightworkers who implant the life giving power Creator’s Golden Light on a daily basis.

Many Blessings. Stand in and use the Golden Light of the Creator’s Christ Power.

All My Relations in Love and Light,

Turtle Woman, Oma

Warning, warning! Be aware. A killer running loose. Driving an older, small 4 door sedan. Dodge? Grayish shade of light blue paint that is “pearlized” or slightly metallic. Tall man…. six foot two to six foot four, attractive devil in disguise. Well built, athletic, brown hair in a short executive-type cut, conservative dress, polite, charming, quiet, almost shy, 30’s. On second or third date takes a drive out to the country and wants to have a “surprise” picnic or walk in the woods. Danger, danger! White bedspread in trunk or back seat. Serial killer. Beware pretty 20’s females with medium length dark hair and five foot four. Nice countryside, where there are a variety of trees, rolling hills, flat lush meadows and fields. Area where there are more overcast days in the weather. Beware. Beware! Don’t walk in the country with someone new – young women keep a friend with you and go out in pairs!

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THE NOBLE SURRENDER

I posted this piece a couple of years ago, but it has been on my mind again lately. We seem to be masters of avoiding, at all cost, looking at ourselves in the mirror and seeing, not our faults, but our own glory... our power... our birthright of happiness.

Our essential nature is happiness. What if the "salvation of the world" lay in us simply allowing ourselves to be just that... happy?

What if the apparent insanity of this 3D world is really a tool we are using to pry our own fingers off of The Dream and realize who we truly are. And the abrasive mind-beatings we are taking lately are simply polishing the doors of our own perception.

"When the doors of our perception are cleansed, man will see all things as they truly are... INFINITE!" --William Blake

The re-post follows.
Enjoy!
Vim


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Let us take time to revisit a great author, Richard Bach, creator of Jonathan Livingston Seagull. This excerpt is from his book Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah. The piece begins with an astonished crowd's reaction to their Master who has just said:

"I quit..."

For a moment the multitude was stricken dumb with astonishment.

And he said unto them, "If a man told God that he wanted most of all to help the suffering world, no matter the price to himself, and God answered and told him what he must do, should the man do as he is told?"

"Of course, Master!" cried the many. "It should be pleasure for him to suffer the tortures of hell itself, should God ask it!"

"No matter what those tortures nor how difficult the task?"

"Honor to be hanged, glory to be nailed to a tree and burned, if so be that God has asked," said they.

"And what would you do," the Master said unto the multitude, "if God spoke directly to your face and said, "I COMMAND THAT YOU BE HAPPY IN THE WORLD, AS LONG AS YOU LIVE!" What would you do then?"

And the Multitude was silent, not a voice, not a sound was heard upon the hillsides, across the valleys where they stood.

And the Master said unto the silence, "In the path of our happiness shall we find the learning for which we have chosen this lifetime. So it is that I have learned this day, and choose to leave you now to walk your own path, as you please."

And he went his way through the crowds and left them, and he returned to the everyday world of men and machines.

COMET HOLMES IN PEGASUS: THE MYTHOLOGICAL & PROPHETIC SIGNIFICANCE

Greetings.

Our ancestors would have considered more than the science of the celestial appearance of Comet Holmes. They would have called it a sign and considered its location and the significance of that location. Comet Holmes appears in the constellation of Pegasus. I have gathered some pertinent ideas regarding Pegasus in mythology and prophecy.

I will draw no specific conclusions except to say that there is a lot of indication in mythology and prophecy that the appearance of Comet Holmes in this particular constellation, is not a random thing. It is significant. These are times of the rising of the new feminine energies, the rebalancing of the masculine and feminine, a time of new consciousness or Christ consciousness coming to us, a time of the return of inspiration and the poets and our release from karma and the necessity of reincarnation.

The appearance of this sign in this particular constellation, mirrors a corresponding arrival within ourselves. As without so within. The skies are talking to us!

Some things to think about.
Vim

--------- IN MYTHOLOGY, Pegasus was/is:

* Name means “Springs of Ocean”

*Emissary between heaven and earth

*The Winged horse

*Appears upside down in the sky, rising from the ocean with half still submerged

*Symbol of the sacred king's or hero's journey to heaven

*An image of death and apotheosis [deification/exaltation]

*Born of feminine energies, of matriarchal origins

*Born of the blood of medusa mixed with sea water

*Offspring of the moon-goddess embodiment of female wisdom

*Represents divine inspiration and was the muse of poets

*The four stars make up the Square of Pegasus which was considered the gate to paradise for souls who escaped the necessity of reincarnation.

*Was ridden by Bellerophon when he slew the Chimaera [the modern word means “illusory fancy”], but did not allow Bellerophon to approach the gods of Olympus.

*Thereafter he received his permanent place in the heavens… a white feather fell to earth when he was placed there.

*Became the “Thundering Horse of Jove”, carrier of the Divine Lightning.

*Represented the Sun in Aryan tradition.

SOURCES: http://www.pegasusproducts.com/myth.html http://www.magicstables.com/ThePegasusMyth.html

---------THE WINGED HORSE IN PROPHECY:

*In prophecy, Pegasus is an ancient sign of the new consciousness which will arrive on a white horse.

*The ancient Christians made a connection between Pegasus constellation (winged horse) with the Apocalypse White Horse which carries the Word of God Who begins to cut down His enemies with His sword.

*The ancient sign of the new millennium and new consciousness.

*Pegasus is a symbol of the time of new consciousness which will bring forth a whole new civilization.

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PEGASUS, ZEUS AND JESUS

We have shown the connection between Pegasus and the human brain and also between Pegasus and the practice of meditation. The Muses were born of a union between Zeus, and Mnemosyne. Mnemosyne is the Goddess of Memory.

Zeus would ride on the back of Pegasus and hurl lightening bolts across the skies. This of course simply means that enlightenment comes from God or Zeus.

The white horse of the heavens is Pegasus and the Book of Revelation tells us that Jesus will return on a white horse. Thus both Zeus and Jesus ride on Pegasus.

And Pegasus the white horse is the hippocampus of the brain or the place of memory which allows us to understand the 2nd coming of Jesus as a renewal of the mind , a new consciousness.
Not only does the Bible say that Jesus returns on the white horse (which is Pegasus, the horse of Zeus) but it also quotes Jesus as saying that the return of the Son of Man would be as "lightening from east to west Enlightenment from the right hemisphere to the left.

Jesus and Zeus are one and the same, both creations of the Greek mind of mythology to bring us to an, understanding of ourselves and the cosmos in which we live.

SOURCE: http://www.hiddenmeanings.com/pegasus.html

---------MODERN IDEAS OF PEGASUS:

*Carl Jung talks of Pegasus: "At the end of this cosmic age Vishnu will change into a white horse and create a new world. This refers to Pegasus, who ushers in the Aquarian Age." [Letters, Vol. II, p. 607]

*Symbolizes life energy

*Aquarius, whose energies rule the New Age, falls under the constellation of Pegasus

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"Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens." - Carl G. Jung

"There is no light without shadow and no psychic wholeness without imperfection." - Carl G. Jung Psychological Reflections, 281

“The kingdom of heaven is within.” -St. Luke 17:21

So Where Did I Go???

I am always amused to wander around the bloggersphere and find so many abandoned blogs. Where does everybody go? And here I am guilty of the the same thing.

I'm still online but have been spending my time over at Flickr.com. I've been taking pictures and they seem to be satisfying the need of speech. I often feel that everything that could possibly be said has been said already. Maybe the players are wearing different costumes but it's all the same, same, same... I've heard that at some point in our evolution, we will cease speaking and just KNOW each other through some hidden part of ourselves. It's already happening in many ways.

Anyways, I am letting my photos speak for me for the moment, and so I will fix you up with the link here:

This link will put you at my front page:
VIMSPLACE: Flickr HOME

And this one will link you to the sets:
VIMSPLACE: Flickr SETS

The sets page is probably the best way to see all of what I am up to. All of my photos are for sale. If something strikes your fancy, please let me know and we'll work out some sort of exchange.

I hope you are all doing well in these crazy times. They are crazy for a reason. We are using the craze to show us that we are more than all the craziness combined. We've been looking for us and are soon to be found.

Take care,
Vim

Holding the World
photo by Vimala

NO ESCAPE and NOTHING TO ESCAPE FROM...

There is no way that you can position yourself in life and not still be 'in life.'
Sadness is limitation...this life.
Happiness is still this life.
It is ALL still this life.
Limitation.
Nothing lasts.
You can position yourself in happiness but you are still here...human...maya.
It's all still NOT us as we truly are...limitless...eternal
We've got to figure this out.
And when we DO figure this out, we'll still be here in all our restricted human 'glory.'
For some reason we've chosen this way.
I guess divinity is insane!
Nothing will help.
Learn this and be free.
How does knowing we're 'trapped for the duration' help us or free us.
Because we know our efforts to get out are pointless.
So we stop trying to get out and enjoy our captivity.
Is this it?
Is this the key?
Sisyphus?
Rolling his stupid rock up the stupid hill over and over again?
What a fool!
I always say, get the heck off the hill.
Let the rock roll.
Leave it there.
Go do something real which is nothing.
---Vimala

Alphabet of Thoughts II

As soon as I can.

Bet on the blue horse.

Come and get it.

Don't sweat the thunderstorms.

Even the old die young.

Forever young.

Go to the river.

Help is still on the way.

Is anybody out there?

Just a minute.

Knock Knock

Let me in.

Make it up.

Nobody knows.

Often is good enough.

Polish the silver.

Quarrymen rock.

Resonate.

Suffocate.

Toothache.

Underhanded.

Verily, verily, I say unto you.

West is best.

Xhonorated.

Yammer, yammer.

Zen.

Alphabet of Thoughts I

Attachment causes all the problems.

Belief is a limitation.

Cancer is a disease of the soul.

Don't do what I do.

Everybody hurts.

For God's sake, breathe.

God IS one of us.

Help is on the way.

Is there a doctor in the house.

Just a few more minutes.

Keep believing... what?

Let's begin.

Make money.

Not on my watch you won't.

Open the door.

Point me in the right direction.

Question everything.

Right is wrong.

So what!

That's what I said.

Under and over.

Very good.

Wrong is right.

Xactly.

Yes.

Z end.

TURTLE WOMAN's AUTO-WRITINGS...

FYI!

Use your discernment and by all means....

ENJOY!

Vim

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Turtle Woman’s Automatic Writings

Monday, 6:36 a.m.

February 19, 2007

Such good is flowing in. The doors are finally opening and that which we have awaited is finally manifesting. Joy inside. Lovely joy just springs up at the most unexpected times.

The Vanguard has done their work. It is time for them to step back and breathe fresh air. What they have come to do has mostly been done with only residuals to be completed. It is their time for rest. The seeds were planted long ago. What was planted has matured and is about to come to fruition.

The paths widen between those who made their choices to live in the Light or be in darkness. You can not change the path for another. Each individual’s Free Will has sealed their fate. Those who have chosen to awaken and move into the Light will keep progressing upwards with greater speed as the doors open. It will become easier and easier for those who have matched the higher vibrations. The doors will slam shut and lock against those who have refused to awaken or who have abused power or chosen the paths of darkness. Their lives will continue to unravel and they will be miffed.

The dark ones are panicking as the doors start to slam shut in their faces. They slander, lash out against, and attack those who walk in Truth and the Light. They continue to use lies and side-long maneuvering to try to destroy those who stand in Truth and the Light. They disempower themselves through spite and viciousness. They give away their own power simply by not standing in Truth. They do not see they are not walking in beauty as long as they are in service to self. They hide behind arrogance. They are afraid now, as their misuse of power breaks apart their very foundations. The fall from being in service to self is long and hard. They scream and moan in the Light. They are in dire need of the healing of Grace.

The situation for those who walk in the Light will only continue to improve, no matter how much the dark ones launch offensives against them. The power of the Light is greater than that of the dark, and the dark can never win the battles it launches… it can only make the Light work more and for the Lightworkers to come together more to stand as One with Creator. The more the dark ones launch attacks, the more unified the Light becomes. We give them thanks for this!

The on going improvement in the well being and lives of the Lightworkers, the Tribe of 12 x 12, does not mean that challenges and problems will disappear. It means that they will simply pass through and beyond these things quickly. The solutions come quicker and faster. The negative situations will be more intense but will not “stick”. The Lightworkers have become Teflon. Nothing hard, negative, or permanently burnt sticks – everything washes clean easily. The doors to solutions are wide open. Old stuff is clearing out rapidly. That which is dark does not settle, but simply glances off, for it is ricocheting off the Creator’s Golden Light.

Those who have walked their talk in Truth are fully protected. The dark simply can not touch them, although it is trying hard. Those who walk in Truth with Creator and stand in the Light have become “bullet proof” from any real harm from the dark side. The dark ones are attacking more and more, yet those who walk in the Light with Creator simply can no longer be harmed. The protection is fully activated, above and below. This is not by chance but the result of the years of hard work put into raising the vibrations, within and without. If you have done your spiritual work, you are fully protected, no matter what the circumstances that present themselves.

Our friends in higher places are literally placing themselves between us and all threats. They still need to be invited to assist, so call on them several times a day. Give them carte blanche to work on your behalf for the Highest Good and according to Free Will. They will then be able to take care of situations instantaneously. That which needs to come to you now for your Highest Good is coming in full force. This time of intense challenge is short in duration and will turn around quickly in the not so distant future. Blessings from on high indeed. Walk in Knowing your path of Truth and Light is true and safe. Empower yourself, your Self and your Golden Light family above by giving them permission to act positively on your behalf, benefit, and Highest Good at all times.

Embrace this beautiful, challenging time we have entered. The darkness may have stepped up their activity, throwing everything they have at the Light, but they only waste their time and energy. This difficult vamping up and revving up of intense energy means your power in the Light for success for the Highest Good according to Free Will has vamped and revved up too.

This time of the greatest yin/yang means success is at your doorstep and the door is open. Invite it in. It means the time of reaping and harvest has come and that which each and every soul has set their mind to is manifesting. The gulf between those who reap great rewards and those who fall into their own pit are great indeed. Each soul will now start manifesting exactly what they have devoted their energies to. Your best dreams are finally arriving at your door.

Take this time and fully utilize it for your Greatest Good. Let the universe, the world, the life you’ve always wanted come into full manifestation. Give permission for your heart’s desires to be fully realized for Now on. The past, the darkness is vanishing from you from this point on as you continue to rise with the vibrations and become again the fully realized Light Being that you are.

The veil is so thin between you and your Self now. The surges of pure joy you are beginning to experience are your full connections to Self with no barriers. As these surges of joy increase in time and duration, you will suddenly come to the point where you will realize you’ve been standing at One in Self and Creator all along. You need never look back again. The veils will be fully gone. You will suddenly be home again in a nano second. And you will suddenly realize you’ve never actually been gone. It will be like suddenly awakening from a bad dream - because that is exactly what it is. You are not really here. You are “there” – and you always have been…

And until the moment you are fully aware that you are “there”, that you are home again, your journey from this point on will simply, exponentially, get better and better. You will manifest exactly what you want – not someone else’s version of what they have told you it will be – improving your life with each step forward and upward.

It is time to turn it all over to those loved ones above who remained at home as our lifelines. It is time to give them permission to act on our behalf, for our Highest Good and according to Free Will. It is time to give them permission to reel us in and help bring us home. And as long as we walk in beauty, which is in Truth and the Creator’s Golden Light, the journey will only get better and better, the vibrations rising higher and higher, the manifestations easier and purer. And, viola!, we will be suddenly home in the loving embrace of our heart’s and soul’s desires. Give our loved ones above permission now to help us in these final times in the Highest Good.

The Mother has already, like Elvis, “left the building”. She moved up and beyond into higher vibration. She has left 3D earth behind. She’s been gone since this past summer. Many have not realized it yet, as her “time” and our “time” do not reside in the same “time”. Slowly, the evidence of her soul departure will become quite evident. She has moved on into her higher vibrational Light body. For many months, some of the Vanguard have felt this “hollowness”. Some have felt the deep silence within the planet in her absence. The Mother had been silent for many months in preparation for her departure and now she is gone. The oceans of this world have started to die and the decay will continue to accelerate and spread more rapidly. The trees are losing their auras. There will be more mass animal die offs. The time has come to follow Mother’s example and rise with the vibrations with no resistance to hanging on to anything of the past.

Make each new nano second of your Now the next step up, manifesting each joy, each heart’s desire of the Highest Good, each deep soul longing as you go. All you have, all you’ve ever had is the very moment you are in. Now. Make that moment your very best. Your Now. Embrace it in the Golden Light of the Creator. Your Self, Creator, and home are here Now.

Reap your reward for service well done – for service to others instead of service to self. It is time for the second wave of Lightworkers to take over.

Thank you Vanguard for bringing higher consciousness into the mainstream, for standing in the Light for the Highest Good of All. Thank you for raising the vibrations by being the lightning rod for the Creator’s Light by both maintaining your connection with Self and Creator through meditation and by implanting the Light. Thank you for being the Voice and providing the physical vocal cords to make the call to Awaken and Be! Thank you for the honor you have bestowed on the Mother Earth and All Her Relations. Thank you, Vanguard, for the great sacrifice you have made to be here Now, to suffer through the lower vibrations for this great mission of upliftment and quantum advancement for All of Creation. Thank you for giving freely of yourself without violating Universal Law by having a hand out for payment or monetary reward for your work. Your time has come to rest and to reap the true rewards you have earned on high from Creator. It is time for all your dreams to come true. Bless you one and all. Home is so very near. The veil is so very thin. The rest is now out of our hands. Each will manifest their own.

Good job. Godspeed. Our personal joy begins. Blessings one and all!

Standing in the Golden Light of the Christ Power and the Violet Ray,

All My Relations in Love and Light,

Turtle Woman, Oma

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The FUTURE: And The Beat Goes On...

I have been re-reading predictions made for years past and am not too amazed to find that many did not come true as predicted, while predictions that general trends would continue DID. It is tricky business to predict the future. Even wise astrologers remind us that "we are more than our stars." We have choice and good sense to guide us through the times. That being said, I will jump into the predictive fray here with my take on the coming year:

#1 Birth-Life-Death will go on as before, but SOME of us will quit fighting it.

#2 Love will keep happening, though some of us will find it in new and unusual places.

#3 Likewise, many of us will find happiness in new and unusual places, by giving up on our old definitions.

#4 Some of us will take Nemesis' advice and see more of our life's happenings with gratitude.

#5 As a result our lives will smooth out from within.

#6 Old and useless aspects of our lives will continue to fall away.

#7 We will let some friends go, but we will find new ones that are better suited to who we are becoming.

#8 Some of us will finally travel while others will finally get to stay home.

#9 The grass will continue to grow and we will continue to mow ;-)

#10 Some of the well will get sick, some of the sick will get well.

#11 Angels or a facsimile of such will continue to watch over us.

#12 Renovation of the world will continue and we'll quit fighting THAT too.

#13 Many will upgrade and be happy about it.

#14 Many will downsize and be equally happy about it.

#15 Ideas and thoughts will flourish but some of us will take them less to heart as we continue to learn to think for ourselves.

#16 Healthy dis-ILLUSION-ment will continue as we rely less and less on what we BELIEVE and rely instead on what we KNOW.

#17 Many will FIND themselves, unless, of course they LOSE themselves.

#18 We will continue to beat loudly on the doors of our own souls in an effort to wake ourselves up and some of us will succeed.

#19 Some will quit looking for the answers where they AREN'T.

#20 Many will FIND The Answer where it IS.

All in all, I think we're gonna be OK. And we will meet back here again in a year and compare notes and find that we are making it through the changes as well as can be expected. Some of us will even thrive. So HAPPY NEW YEAR to everyone and may your year bring you all good things for the BEST kind of world we can construct.
Everything's OK.
The Beat Goes On...
Vim

"To All of You That Know What's Happening..."

"MAINTAIN!"

--Micky Dolenz, 1967

WHITE BUFFALO CALF KILLED BY LIGHTNING...

I have just learned of the death of Miracle's Second Chance, the white buffalo calf born recently in Janesville, WI. My gut feeling is that this tragic death is somehow related to the beginnings of the purifications mentioned in my previous post.

The calf was born during a severe lightning storm and has gone out the same way. Lightning denotes purification in the Native American tradition. It is more an uprighting of the upside down than anything. Correcting, yet disorienting.

Listen with your hearts and all will be well.

All blessings to you on this harrowing, yet fascinating journey,
Vimala

LINK to the story: http://www.gazetteextra.com/whitebuffalo112706.asp

THE FIFTH DAY OF THE GALACTIC UNDERWORLD BEGINS...

I am a little late posting this but the period of the Mayan calendar referred to here will last for 360 days, so it is still relative. Though the external world may fall apart, we will finally get our inner sh*t together which is no small thing. Congratulations ahead of time! Ride the wind, Vimala

"The 5th Day is a period of “Light.” In fact the brightest period of “light in the entire cycle. In a plants life this is when new chemicals are produced that carry the message to form buds. In human history, it was this section when Art was invented, the message of Jesus moved over the earth, Mr. Einstein discovered the theory of relativity and America with the victory of WWI rose to world power." --Ian Xel Lungold

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ARTICLE:
We are currently approaching the beginning of the Fifth day of the Galactic Underworld, November 24, 2006 and most people have experienced how things have heated up since the midpoint of the current night, May 27, 2006. In fact, the evolution of consciousness is fundamentally driven by the Light of future Heavens and Underworlds and so we are already now being influenced by it both in the form of world events and personal experiences.

In each of the Underworlds the Fifth day is the era of the breakthrough of the phenomena of that particular Underworld and from this we may have certain expectations of what is to come. The overall purpose of the current Galactic Underworld is to bring a balance between East and West as well as between the left rational and the right intuitive brain hemispheres.

In short, as it will mean a significant downfall of western dominance in the world it will allow for the coming together of the cultures of the East and the West. Very likely, it will generate a downfall of the American dollar and ensuing altered economic relationships in the world.

It also seems as if the days are the periods that bring the most earth changes and natural catastrophes and this will very likely also mark the coming day, November 24, 2006 – November 19, 2007. It simply seems as if when human beings are regaining their inner wholeness their control of the external world as a consequence is lost and the Fifth day is exactly such a period, which will create the conditions for such inner unity and wholeness.

Part of the development of this inner wholeness will come from a major step forward in the development of our intuition which essentially is mediated by the right brain half that is now about to be strengthened. In fact, without the development of this intuition we will not be able to use the increasingly shorter windows of opportunity that in different ways will be presented to us.

What there is to do is to fully accept and embrace the very significant energy shift that is now brought by the beginning of the Fifth day and I recommend people everywhere to celebrate on November 23-24 the arrival of the energy of Quetzalcoatl as part of the Breakthrough Celebration (www.breakthroughcelebration.com).

The Fifth day energy of the Galactic Underworld means that its manifestations will truly break through into the world and after this it will become apparent to everyone that we will never again return to the stable materialist mind set of the lower Planetary Underworld. We must welcome the shift that is now taking place in the global energy field and the opportunity it gives us to create balance between East and West, rationality and intuition and man and woman.

For most people the Breakthrough Energy of the Fifth day will be the most powerful transformative energy that they experienced as part of the divine plan. Let us celebrate and prepare together and above all be conscious of the changes that we may now expect based on the Mayan calendar.

Carl Johan Calleman, 11 Chicchan, 7.16.5 of the Galactic Underworld (October 19, 2006) Lelystad, Netherlands cjcalleman@swipnet.se

FACING OUR FEARS...

This post is in response to the No-Eyes Prophecies published by Mary Summer Rain [see excerpt below].
It is basically a list of events that are occurring in the world, mostly political upheaval and earth changes.
The list concludes with an abrupt resolution of the turbulent conditions we see around us.
I wonder about it's cause...

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The thing I wonder about it the LEAP that must occur between the last two stages listed.
What happens to shift everything.
I know that the Controllers/Masters of the present system... their power rests squarely on the backs of the people.
And that our ignorance and oppression keeps us in our place.

Something must happen within the psyche's of the people for this leap to take place.
I think it may have something to do with Fear and our rising above Fear.

Much of what we do and accept, we do and accept out of fear of consequences.
Some of the bravest people I know are ones who have gotten to the point where they say "what more can they do to me?" or "I've got nothing to lose..." people who no longer resist the fates but go at it full bore...people who look their fears in the face and then move past them.

This is happening.
In our daily lives and in the greater world.
Things are being unmasked.
We are more Knowing about in the workings of the inner and outer worlds.
Our heart rates are slowing down and we are more sure of ourselves.

There is a Native tribe that teaches its children that when they are having a nightmare... like being pursued in a dream... if they will turn around and go INTO the thing that is pursing them, the thing will disappear and where it was, they would find a treasure.

The treasure of that last stage... Phoenix flying free... may hinge on just that sort of process.
If we will look at the whole thing, our fears within and the fears without... if we will stop and face them with all openness and perhaps even innocence, then just perhaps, we will find the peace on earth that so many of us anticipate.

Just some thoughts,
Vim

“Crouching/Massive Revolts & Government Turnaround -- Taxation refusals, war resistance, policy disagreements within government body, major upheavals within governments.

“Flying Free/Rise of the Age of Peace --- Total equality among people, discontinuance of all meat ingestion, construction reforms, cessation of most severe natural disasters, pollution-free energy innovations by way of the Earth’s magnetic field, rise of the Indian nation through widespread adaptation of its Ways of natural living and deep human philosophy.”

LOST BY SEARCHING

I have spent the past year and a half chasing the wind, looking for my life, and hitting the proverbial brick wall at every turn... sort of. And I have come to the conclusion that whatever it is that we are all looking for, no matter the form, perhaps it just plain doesn't exist. And that MAY be because what we are looking for isn't lost at all, but only appears to be lost BECAUSE we perceive it to be OUT there somewhere, when actually it is right here in our own back yards, under our noses and in our own selves. What if it is the very ACT of searching that creates the loss of the searched-for thing?
I submitted myself to a soul-retrieval session this past week. One of those bizarre things people do, going out and fetching up lost parts of our souls that got stuck in the netherworlds during the miriad of life traumas we humans seem so hell-bent on enduring. We found four of these pieces. All associated with traumatic deaths and losses of loved ones as well as disappointments. I am now a sewn up Frankenstein of person, stitched together, trying to re-member how to be whole again.

R.I.P. Jimi Hendrix

The following tribute to fallen rock icon Jimi Hendrix, was written Al Aronowitz, the Blacklisted Journalist on the 26th anniversary of Jimi's death. It remains a poignant tribute to one of the greatest rock guitarists and spiritual transmitters of our time. It is posted here in it's entirety ten years later on this memorable day. To see the original click here...

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REMEMBERING JIMI: FADED FLOWERS

[In my opinion, Jimi Hendrix was the greatest guitar innovator the world has ever known. Too bad he pushed himself with drugs too far too soon. Jimi Hendrix was a friend of mine and I first wrote FADED FLOWERS in the mournful months following Jimi's funeral. I offer FADED FLOWERS here once again to memorialize Jimi on the occasion of the 26th anniversary of Jimi's death on September 18, 1970.]

I had to talk Miles into going to Jimi's funeral with me. What the hell, I told him, it was only a few days before he had to be out on the Coast anyway and besides, there'd be a lot of press there and the exposure would be good for him.

"I don't like funerals," he rasped. "Sheet! I didn't even go to my mother's funeral."

In the end, he made the plane, Miles, with his hairdresser, Vinnie, and Jacki, a beautiful fox he had picked up out of the crowd at LaGuardia Airport one day.

"She had just come off a plane getting into the city," he explained when he introduced her to me, "and I was catching a plane to fly out on a gig. I saw her on the other side of the lobby and I called her over and told her to get on the plane with me, and she did."

* * *

They buried Jimi Hendrix in the bright afternoon in a hilltop cemetery amid the sobs of people who hadn't really known him for years or who had never known him. It was a cloudless day. Several hundred kids watched from behind the ropes. Seattle had never understood Jimi, and now it had to open its earth for him...

* * *

Miles and Jimi hadn't known each other too long, but in the short time they did they had gotten pretty tight. Jimi was one of those kids who had grown up worshipping Miles as Miles kept getting younger. Which black kid who loved music had never heard of Miles Davis? For as long as Jimi could remember, Miles had been a legend to him, and it was only when he felt secure enough as a legend himself that he came to sit at Miles' feet and ask Miles to record an album with him. Miles said shit, he'd be happy to do the album but he wanted $50,000 for it. For that much of his soul, he wanted that much money. Like when Sidney Poitier tried to hype Miles into doing the sound track for some movie, he told Miles not to worry about the money because the movie would make Miles famous.

"Man," Miles answered, "I'm already famous!

Miles was a big influence on Jimi. Miles is a teacher, but Miles learned something from Jimi, too. Miles learned something about rhythms and something about phrasing and something about the rock and roll lifestyle. It was Jimi who became the final inspiration to move Miles to renounce the classical forms of jazz, many of them created by Miles himself, and to start playing the rock halls. Miles knew how to stay as young as any kid. What Miles wanted to find out was how come a kid like Jimi could make fifty thousand dollars in one night when Miles still couldn't make ten thousand.

* * *

It had been nine years since Jimi left the vast green valleys that had sent him off in search of a home he could not find and now his remains were back amid the airplane factories, the strip mine quarries, the salmon canneries, the steel mills and the breweries that had tried to trap him and keep him...

* * *

Steve Paul was on the plane, Steve, the underground entrepreneur who had once run the Scene at 46th Street and Eighth Avenue, New York's most outrageous cellar rock club. Steve, host to the stars, had become a friend and confidant of Jimi's through the long, hangout nights at the club, where Jimi used to get so drunk and drugged, he couldn't stand up any more, and still he'd get onstage and jam till dawn. Steve was on the plane with guitar star Johnny Winter, the Albino Whisper, a tender, quiet, bashful sweetheart until he starts picking those Texas roadhouse blues. Steve and Johnny were married in the music business sense. Steve was Johnny's manager, guiding him to the big-time, Mr. Yokel and Mr. Brash.

And then there was John Hammond Jr., who had hired Jimi to play in his band in the Village way back when. It was while Jimi was playing with Johnny Hammond in the Cafe Au Go Go, that Chas Chandler and Michael Jeffrey first laid eyes on the spectacle of Jimi wasting a guitar. Chas was a big star then, one of the Animals. Mike was the Animals' manager. It was from Johnny Hammond's band that they lured Jimi away to England to become the Worlds' Next Superact.

* * *

Jimi had become one of the greatest stars ever to make music, one of the sweetest poets ever to make the language dance. But back in Seattle all they could bury was the memory of a little black kid who used to play on his father's two-stringed ukulele...

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On the plane it was like a party. It was a party. We were all Jimi's invited guests, flying First Class according to his wishes as expressed by Mike Jeffrey, Jimi's manager, in collaboration with Mike Goldstein, Jimi's press agent. We seat-hopped all the way to Seattle, with the two Johnnies getting off on getting to know about each other and me tap-dancing between Steve and Miles, the Black Prince, who was holding court at the table past the airliner's galley. I guess the real reason I talked Miles into coming was because I loved him, too. I wanted his companionship. When we got to Seattle, Steve, the two Johnnies and I went to the Hilton Inn at the airport, a motel, where Jimi was paying for our rooms. Miles grabbed a limo to the Washington Plaza, the brand new glass, steel and granite showpiece in the center of town, where he checked Vinnie, Jacki and himself into a luxury suite. He said he'd pay for his own rooms.

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At the Dunlap Baptist Church on broad Rainier Avenue in south Seattle, Mrs. Freddie Mae Gautier, a woman Jimi knew well enough to call Mom, presided at the services. She read from Jimi's liner notes on the Buddy Miles album, "Expressway to Your Skull":

"The express had made the bend, he is coming on down the tracks, shaking steady, shaking funk, shaking feelings, shaking life...the conductor says as they climb aboard, small we are going to the electric church, the express took them away and they lived and heard happily and funkily ever after and---uh---excuse me but I think I hear my train coming." ...

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At the motel, our party from the New York plane was amalgamated into a bigger party. There had been other planes from L.A. and London and even Barry Fay, Jimi's promoter in Denver, had jetted in for the mourning. All of Jimi's sidemen were there, all the roadies and managers who had ridden his express, all the little people along the way, like myself, who had given Jimi whatever breaks they could, the flagmen of his career. Even Nancy, Mike Jeffrey's ex old lady, who loved to draw. Jimi hadn't passed her by either. In the end, he wrote her letters. His first album after he died had her drawing of him on the cover.

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In the pews were rock stars Johnny Winter, John Hammond Jr. There were also Mitch Mitchell and Noel Redding, both of whom had played with Jimi in the Jimi Hendrix Experience. Drummer Buddy Miles, who also had played with Jimi, collapsed at the coffin when it was opened for the invited guests to pay their last respects. Inside the coffin, Jimi looked waxen and unreal...

* * *

Jimi wouldn't have loved the party so much as the idea of it, hosting a bacchanal on is own grave. I mean there was plenty of feasting, drinking, smoking, rapping, snorting and picking, with most of the musicians sitting in with the local rock group in the night club downstairs. But none of the girls took off any clothes in public and even the craziest of the English contingent kept their manners zipped up. Steve Paul and I had a good time day-dreaming about Miles and Johnny Winter touring together. Otherwise, we were less than the pirates we would have been if Jimi had been there, Jimi, the eternal swashbuckling buccaneer, with his plumed hats and ferocious presence, and I sometimes could even imagine a sword hanging from his wide leather belt. Not that the party was lame; but what was missing was Jimi. The biggest excitement came out of a rumor spread by Press Agent Goldstein to the effect that Paul McCartney was going to show up, due any second. The rumor turned out to be so effectively planted that the next day one of the wire service reporters sent a story out to the world saying that Beatle Paul did indeed attend the funeral.

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Outside the church there was a crowd of 200, including reporters, photographers, and TV crews. A half dozen police cars were parked across the street. A dozen police motorcycles were waiting around the corner. Twenty-four limousines lined the curb...

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In Jimi's absence, Mike Jeffrey played host. For Mike, this consisted mainly of sitting in a booth in the coffee shop so people who recognized his power could come over and pay their respects. Of course, aside from his power there was very little to recognize in Mike. I mean he certainly didn't stand out in a crowd, and, unless he was trying to hustle you, you'd have trouble detecting any personal dynamism from his direction. People who talk about him say geniality did not come easily to Mike except for profit. Me, I found Mike easy enough. His problem was that he suffered from an occupational hazard among music business managers known as eclipse. When you're managing a star, the bigger your star grows, the bigger the shadow he casts over you. The Mike I knew constantly seemed surprised by his success, except when he was safely within his own small circle of hand-picked friends. Mike learned early that when you're a star, nothing you say is wrong. Mike, on the other hand, would rather say nothing than say something wrong. If this made him a cold fish, it also made him a better shark. Being invisible helped Mike become a hit manager. But what he wanted most was to be recognized. At the Hilton coffee shop, everybody took a turn coming over to his booth. The party was for Jimi but it was Mike's party. Still suffering from eclipse, he presided over the festivities without ever getting in the way of them. Even beaming, he dimmed his light with the cloak in which he was most comfortable: anonymity. To turn Jimi's funeral into a circus was to Mike's advantage because he had a legend to maintain for profit. Jimi still had an album or two in the can and maybe a movie. Jimi was dead but he was still product. I never doubted Mike knew what he was doing. For him the party at the Hilton may have been his finest moment. A year or so later he went down in an airliner that fell into the sea off the coast of Spain.

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Alongside the coffin were a dozen floral sprays, including one six-foot white and lavender guitar made up with velvet strings. The family had chosen Dunlap Baptist Church because Jimi's nine-year old stepsister, Janie, was a parishioner there. Janie, in fact, was the only member of Jimi's family who went to church...

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In the morning I took a cab into the center of the city to meet Miles in his suite at the Washington Plaza. Miles always travels First Class. He had sent Vinnie on ahead to the Hendrix house in south Seattle to fix up the family's hair-dos for the funeral. Miles will give you his last buck, too, if he cares for you. We sat and had breakfast and then Miles dawdled as he dressed. He was almost ready by the time the chauffeur got back from taking Vinnie to the Hendrix house. On the ride there, we talked about how Seattle runs at a pace 20 years behind New York; it felt as if we were back in the '50s, maybe even the '40s. It was a comfortable town, but you could see where it could get boring. At Jimi's father's house, a small, gray, one-family home in a mixed residential district, I couldn't keep track of all the members of the family I was introduced to. Jimi's father looked just like Jimi. And Devon was there. Devon, one of the most gorgeous women I had ever seen. Devon was one of Jimi's girl friends. dressed in black with a black veil over her face.

"Are you playing the merry widow already?" Miles asked her.

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James Marshall Hendrix was born in Seattle on November 27, 1942, to James Allen and Lucille Jetter Hendrix. Mrs. Gautier read from the church podium: "His mother preceded him in death...Jimi, as he later became known to all his fans, felt that his hometown did not afford him the outlet to express himself with his musical ability....

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Devon was the closest thing Jimi had to an old lady. He left her a widow's pension in his will. She was one of the most beautiful and sensuous of the groupies and one of the most successful, too. I first met her in the '60s when she was hanging out with I forget which superstar, but whenever a rock hero came to New York, the chances were you'd find Devon in his hotel room. They used to recommend her to one another. Her sex was overwhelming. Somebody once told me she was a teacher and I used to wonder of what. In all the times Devon and I talked to each other, we never really got to know what either one of us was all about. We would just gossip. It got to be amazing how her relationship with Jimi survived. She could never totally belong to anybody, just as Jimi couldn't, but somehow they came to depend on each other. I saw her a few times after Jimi died. She had so spectacular a face and body that she could have charged money just for people to look at her. She was hard not to notice and not to love. I was writing my POP SCENE column for the New York Post in those days and she kept asking me, "When are you going to write a column about me?" And I kept saying to her, "When are you going to do something?" I think it was in March of 1972 that she took an OD and died.

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On the podium Mrs. Gautier read from a poem sent anonymously by a student at Garfield High School, where Jimi had been kicked out for sassing a teacher who had become annoyed because he was holding hands with a white girl. "So long, our Jimi," Mrs. Gautier recited. "You answered the questions we never dared to ask, painted them in colorful circles and threw them at the world...they never touched the ground but soared up to the clouds..."

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After Jimi's funeral, I went to Monterey for the pop festival and then spent some time with Miles in San Francisco, where he was working in a club. I was backstage at Winterland with the Grateful Dead and the Jefferson Airplane when word came that Janis had been discovered dead in her motel room in L.A. I didn't know what it all meant then and I still don't know, but even as I write this there's a moth beating itself to death on the electric bulb of my lamp. And in a little plastic cup on my desk near my typewriter there are two dried out flowers, faded blue, from Jimi Hendrix's graveside. ##

MIRACLE's SECOND CHANCE: New White Buffalo Calf Born in Janesville, Wisconsin...

This is pretty cool.
Thought I'd share the joyous news!
We are blessed and not forgotten!
Vimala
FYI: GALLERY BLOG LINK TO LAST YEAR's JUNE 2005 BIRTH... LIGHTNING!

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MIRACLES's SECOND CHANCE: New White Buffalo Calf Born in Janesville, Wisconsin

By Stephanie M. Schwartz, Freelance Writer Member, Native American Journalists Association (NAJA) September 10, 2006 Brighton, Colorado Stephanie M. Schwartz

To see pictures, visit http://www.whitebuffalomiracle2.homestead.com

Miracle, the female Sacred White Buffalo Calf, was born on the small familyfarm of Dave, Valerie, and Corey Heider near Janesville, Wisconsin during the morning of August 20, 1994. Not an albino, she wasconsidered to be the first white buffalo calf born since 1933. An incredibly rare event.

See Miracle's Website: http://www.whitebuffalomiracle.homestead.com
Furthermore, she was perceived as an extremely sacred traditional symbol to many American Indian and Canadian First Nations tribes across the continent. The Lakota, Dakota, and Nakota Nations (known collectively as the Sioux) were considered Miracle's primary spiritual guardians and she played a pivotal role in the fulfillment of their most revered prophecies.

Tragically, and unexpectedly, Miracle died of natural causes on September 19, 2004.
However, on August 25, 2006, another extraordinary miracle occurred on the Heider family farm. During or shortly after a severe lightning storm, another white buffalo calf, this time a male, was born in the early morning hours to the Heider herd. Like Miracle, he is not an albino.

Named by Valerie Heider, "Miracle's Second Chance" is a lively, captivating, confident calf who seems to be fully aware of its special role. Mrs. Heider says she picked this name because the calf exhibits so many of the same behaviors that the original Miracle did as a calf and also because, "He looks a lot like her, too."

Even further, the herd clearly is aware of the calf's unique similarity. The Heiders relate that the herd treats Miracle's Second Chance exactly like it did Miracle by keeping him in the center of the herd, the most protected position. Additionally, the other mother buffalos step in and keep their own calves from being too rough with him.

Amazingly, Miracle's Second Chance is not from any genetic line connected to the original Miracle. He was born to a Grand Champion buffalo mother purchased in Missouri by the Heiders not long ago to strengthen and diversify their herd. The sire, an unruly and dangerous 10 month old bull, was sent to slaughter before the calf was born. There are two other buffalo on the Heider farm which are currently pregnant by this bull.

The original Miracle turned four colors by the time she was six months old (white, black, yellow, red) before finally settling into a red and brown coloration as an adult. She had begun to lighten again but her death interrupted any further color changes. No one will ever know if she would have gone back to her original white.
Will Miracle's Second Chance turn colors or stay white? No one knows. Only time will tell.

Surprisingly, since Miracle's birth in 1994, a number of white buffalo calves have been born across the country. Some were albino (not considered a true "white buffalo" per the traditional stories) and many of these did not survive. Others were not pure buffalo, reportedly a crossed-mix of buffalo and Charolais cattle or yak or other bovine. There still remain a few legitimate white buffalo calves alive today and now this new calf can be added to that list.

Although not American Indian, the Heider family came to view Miracle as a special gift which belonged to the hearts of all people. Furthermore, the land on which their farm sits has always been considered highly sacred by the region's Native American Nations, a fact respected by the Heider family.

Commercialization of Miracle was never allowed. At large financial and personal cost to themselves, the Heiders opened their Wisconsin farm to thousands of visitors, free of charge, seven days a week so that people could visit Miracle at the pasture fence. To a vast number of people of all races around the world, she came to symbolize hope and renewal for humanity and for harmony between all cultures. And while the number of visitors to the Heider farm had slowed drastically since her death, people still came to pay their respects at Miracle's grave, to honor her life and message.

Now, many will come to the Heider Farm again, to see this new white buffalo calf, Miracle's Second Chance. Even though being male means he doesn't literally fulfill the Lakota prophecies, his sex does not diminish his sacredness to the indigenous Nations. From all cultures, some people will come in reverence and prayer; others will come to do traditional ceremony while still others will come simply out of respectful curiosity. But whatever the motivation, it is quite certain they will come.

Visitors bring logistical difficulties for the Heider family. Since Miracle's death, they have plowed the parking area and turned it into a corn field. Additionally, with the passing of Mrs. Heider's parents and some of their volunteers moving away, no one may be available to open the littlemuseum/farm product shop or to accompany visitors to the pasture. Valerie spends most days at the local farmers' market selling their farm products and buffalo meat while her husband works for the Rock County Highway Department. All in all, this means the farm is no longer open all the time, at least right now.

Furthermore, after dedicating 10 years to Miracle and her visitors, the Heiders had hoped to resume some kind of normalcy to their lives and family. The shock of this birth has brought them understandably mixed emotions ranging from envisioning their lives evaporating again to a solid awe and respect at the incredible miracle and responsibility of it all.

As the difficulties sort themselves out, as they most certainly will with time, little Miracle's Second Chance remains a strong, healthy, obviously happy and rambunctious calf who delights in cavorting around the pasture and trying to play with the older calves. Oblivious to the issues surrounding him, he simply lives in the moment and brings smiles and memories to everyone who sees him. And awe. Miracle's Second Chance.

To see pictures of Miracle's Second Chance on the internet, visit http://www.whitebuffalomiracle2.homestead.com
To visit Miracle's Second Chance in Janesville Wisconsin, call Valerie and David Heider at (608) 752-2224
Stephanie M. Schwartz, Freelance Writer, may be reached at SilvrDrach@gmail.com

The Wisdom of Giving Up...

Life is absurd, when one truly thinks about it. I'm not sure on this, but maybe this is why people will often get WELL once they have given up and allowed themselves to die. When they realize they are dying and there is no choice and they resign themselves to it/accept it/allow it in, even welcome the inevitable, then the body sometimes spontaneously heals.

Death is the last enemy, they say. It is conquered, perhaps, by no longer being afraid of it. I like this. Maybe death is the symbolic representation of the opposites we experience all the time. Life and death. We are choosing always to live. All of survival is about staying alive. We are obsessed by it.

But what if we consider the alternative to life… or Death… and make friends with it. Admit to ourselves that death is sure to come and may come in an hour or so. Then we are truly free to live. Because rather than surviving and trying to survive, we are able to act in true harmony with ourselves. Our energies are freed up to put into other things. Let death be our companion. Our friend. MY friend. Merge with it and be fearless. Merge with it and be FREE.

AUGUST BLUES

I wanted to post this yesterday but couldn't get online.
But here it is in honor of August and the blues she brings.
It was written by a New York POST writer who brought the sixties to life for the man on the street.
He is also author of the best-selling memoir of his life with "BOB DYLAN AND THE BEATLES."
His name was Al, and he was my friend...
Vim

ENJOY!

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AUGUST BLUES

by

Al Aronowitz
…who passed away on August 1, 2005
at 6:22 in the morning…
Ya made it Al!!!


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August is the month when wars start. It is when the water dries up and the spirit begins to wither. Insomniacs pull down their shades and lock themselves in their rooms in August. Lifelong friends have fistfights. People feel like they're going to burst. Sometimes they do.

World War I started in August, or just about. The Austro-Hungarian Army began bombarding Belgrade on July 29, 1914, not quite August, but then August sometimes begins early. World War II didn't quite start in August either. A German pocket battleship anchored alongside the harbor fortifications while on a good will call to the Polish port of Gdynia let loose with a broadside at dawn of Sept.1, 1939, but then August sometimes lasts for weeks after you've ripped it off the calendar. It drags on and on like some kind of insanity that can only be snapped away by the first crisp shock of autumn.

The sailing ships used to get becalmed in August. August is when dogs go mad. American Nazi Party leader George Lincoln Rockwell was assassinated by one of his own subordinates in August. This is the month when the sale of tranquilizers goes up. Corporate executives get their heads chopped off. Groups break up. Organizations fizzle out. August is when you start seeing things. The stars fall in August. You wake to days with the feeling you've already lived through them. People pass out in the street and on airplanes. The moon talks to you. August is the month of visions.

My father died in August. It was years ago. We were all standing around him when he gasped his last breath, emaciated on a bed of cancer. My three sisters and I each kissed him on the face and cried. I do not mean to say that August has cornered the market on tragedy. You can have fun in August; people die all year around. Shall I tell you about the other night in Central Park, the sky lit by a sliver of moon, the weather air-conditioned by the first cool, abortive breath of the fall? August may end early this year.

On the park drive, bikers stood around in knots, talking about good times, holding onto their handlebars like nannies gossiping while little kids tugged at their hands. It was a better place to meet than at some bar. Outside the Schaefer Music Festival at the Wolfman Rink, couples were stretched out on the grass, some on blankets. Others walked hand-in-hand. Bootleggers hawked albums like dealers selling drugs at some pop festival. There were pretzel pushcarts and ices pushcarts and a quiet carnival feeling of the kind of romance you see in pictures of some park in Paris on a gay, colorful night.

Inside the rink, the dusk darkened slowly while Carly Simon sang her hits in her skyscraper voice, as big and strong as her New York City. Backstage, promoter Don Delsener was all dressed up for a Friar's Club meeting. Ron had been hit early by August. The last week in July, one of his security men had been stabbed to death at Ron's Who concert at Forest Hills. A day or so later, one of the backstage crew at Madison Square Garden had fallen to his death while hanging rigging for Ron's Steve Stills show. Ron himself had fallen sick the night of the show, put to bed by an inner ear infection. August is when unexplainable fevers come. Nagging aches and mysterious pains visit your body. August has to be suffered.

The night was gentle. There was no strain. I laughed out loud when David Steinberg told about how God put a fly in Jezebel's head to buzz as a punishment every time she lusted after a man. Jezebel liked the buzzing. The first girl I ever made it with was born in August. We used to break up just in time for her birthday every year. August is when the ocean dizzies you. August is when you find yourself drowning in your own head.

I went broke and lost my house in August some five years ago. It was almost August when Charles Whitman climbed to the top of the University of Texas tower and shot down forty-nine people, killing seventeen, sniping at random through the ramparts. August is when Mount Vesuvius buried Pompeii. The first atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima in August. August is when Congress passed the Gulf of Tonkin Resolution. Women turn into witches in August. I remember once I refused to buy a flower from an old lady selling them in the Nite Owl on Third Street. I was managing a group called The Myddle Class then, and they were on stage. The old lady gave me dirty look and our sound system immediately went dead.

I suppose it has to do with the sun and the heat and the planets and the stars. Brian Epstein died in August. So did Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin, although their August stretched through an Indian summer. It's no accident the Jewish new year begins then. August sometimes lasts until the sound of the ram's horn. People move in September. School starts. Somehow the pulse revives. People begin to think about lighting the fires for winter. Finally, August lets go like the leaves from the trees.
And the weirdness ends.

END

-AL ARONOWITZ*

Krishnamurti on WAR:

War is the spectacular and bloody projection of our everyday life, is it not? War is merely an outward expression of our inward state, an enlargement of our daily action. It is more spectacular, more bloody, more destructive, but it is the collective result of our individual activities. Therefore, you and I are responsible for war and what can we do to stop it?

Obviously the ever-impending war cannot be stopped by you and me, because it is already in movement; it is already taking place, though at present chiefly on the psychological level. As it is already in movement, it cannot be stopped - the issues are too many, too great, and are already committed.

But you and I, seeing that the house is on fire, can understand the causes of that fire, can go away from it and build in a new place with different materials that are not combustible, that will not produce other wars. That is all that we can do. You and I can see what creates wars, and if we are interested in stopping wars, then we can begin to transform ourselves, who are the causes of war.

An American lady came to see me a couple of years ago, during the war. She said she had lost her son in Italy and that she had another son aged sixteen whom she wanted to save; so we talked the thing over. I suggested to her that to save her son she had to cease to be an American; she had to cease to be greedy, cease piling up wealth, seeking power, domination, and be morally simple - not merely simple in clothes, in outward things, but simple in her thoughts and feelings, in her relationships.

She said, "That is too much. You are asking far too much. I cannot do it, because circumstances are too powerful for me to alter". Therefore she was responsible for the destruction of her son.

Circumstances can be controlled by us, because we have created the circumstances. Society is the product of relationship, of yours and mine together. If we change in our relationship, society changes; merely to rely on legislation, on compulsion, for the transformation of outward society, while remaining inwardly corrupt, while continuing inwardly to seek power, position, domination, is to destroy the outward, however carefully and scientifically built.

That which is inward is always overcoming the outward. What causes war - religious, political or economic? Obviously belief, either in nationalism, in an ideology, or in a particular dogma. If we had no belief but goodwill, love and consideration between us, then there would be no wars.

But we are fed on beliefs, ideas and dogmas and therefore we breed discontent. The present crisis is of an exceptional nature and we as human beings must either pursue the path of constant conflict and continuous wars, which are the result of our everyday action, or else see the causes of war and turn our back upon them.

Obviously what causes war is the desire for power, position, prestige, money; also the disease called nationalism, the worship of a flag; and the disease of organized religion, the worship of a dogma. All these are the causes of war; if you as an individual belong to any of the organized religions, if you are greedy for power, if you are envious, you are bound to produce a society which will result in destruction.

So again it depends upon you and not on the leaders - not on so-called statesmen and all the rest of them. It depends upon you and me but we do not seem to realize that. If once we really felt the responsibility of our own actions, how quickly we could bring to an end all these wars, this appalling misery!

But you see, we are indifferent. We have three meals a day, we have our jobs, we have our bank accounts, big or little, and we say, "For God's sake, don't disturb us, leave us alone". The higher up we are, the more we want security, permanency, tranquillity, the more we want to be left alone, to maintain things fixed as they are; but they cannot be maintained as they are, because there is nothing to maintain. Everything is disintegrating. We do not want to face these things, we do not want to face the fact that you and I are responsible for wars.

You and I may talk about peace, have conferences, sit round a table and discuss, but inwardly, psychologically, we want power, posit1on, we are motivated by greed. We intrigue, we are nationalistic, we are bound by beliefs, by dogmas, for which we are willing to die and destroy each other. Do you think such men, you and I, can have peace in the world?

To have peace, we must be peaceful; to live peacefully means not to create antagonism. Peace is not an ideal. To me, an ideal is merely an escape, an avoidance of what is, a contradiction of what is. An ideal prevents direct action upon what is.

To have peace, we will have to love, we will have to begin not to live an ideal life but to see things as they are and act upon them, transform them. As long as each one of us is seeking psychological security, the physiological security we need - food, clothing and shelter - is destroyed. We are seeking psychological security, which does not exist; and we seek it, if we can, through power, through position, through titles, names - all of which is destroying physical security. This is an obvious fact, if you look at it.

To bring about peace in the world, to stop all wars, there must be a revolution in the individual, in you and me. Economic revolution without this inward revolution is meaningless, for hunger is the result of the maladjustment of economic conditions produced by our psychological states - greed, envy, ill will and possessiveness.

To put an end to sorrow, to hunger, to war, there must be a psychological revolution and few of us are willing to face that. We will discuss peace, plan legislation, create new leagues, the United Nations and so on and on; but we will not win peace because we will not give up our position, our authority, our money, our properties, our stupid lives.

To rely on others is utterly futile; others cannot bring us peace. No leader is going to give us peace, no government, no army, no country. What will bring peace is inward transformation which will lead to outward action. Inward transformation is not isolation, is not a withdrawal from outward action. On the contrary, there can be right action only when there is right thinking and there is no right thinking when there is no self-knowledge. Without knowing yourself, there is no peace.

To put an end to outward war, you must begin to put an end to war in yourself. Some of you will nod your heads and say, "I agree", and go outside and do exactly the same as you have been doing for the last ten or twenty years. Your agreement is merely verbal and has no significance, for the world's miseries and wars are not going to be stopped by your casual assent.

They will be stopped only when you realize the danger, when you realize your responsibility, when you do not leave it to somebody else. If you realize the suffering, if you see the urgency of immediate action and do not postpone, then you will transform yourself; peace will come only when you yourself are peaceful, when you yourself are at peace with your neighbour.

Taken from:
THE FIRST AND LAST FREEDOM
by Jiddu Krishnamurti