“A lot of men and women have chosen the profession of clairvoyant or medium because they were incapable of doing anything else! They live just anyhow, they exercise no self-discipline, and they call themselves clairvoyants! And this is what so many people do: on the strengths of a couple of lucky presentiments or one or two premonitory dreams, they set themselves up as clairvoyants or channelers. I don’t deny they may have a smattering of psychic gifts and faculties but they certainly have an abundance of cunning and impudence. They have understood that human beings need to be reassured and flattered and they tell them what they want to hear.
Monthly Archives: June 2012
Two weekends ago, I left Montreal and the stupid F1 madness and accompanying vulgarian circus and went to Toronto instead to attend a sweat lodge, conducted by a good friend, a Sun Dancer, who will shortly be leaving Turtle Island (North America) and taking the teachings of the lodge with him to Albion (the Druidic name for Britain) as he starts a new phase of his journey to build a community there around the lodge teachings.
The thing with sweat lodges, the Native teachings always say to watch the 4 days and 4 nights after doing a lodge, to watch your dreams, animal medicines which show up in the form of animals which may cross your path since they carry messages, to monitor your intuition and so forth. It’s always an interesting and introspective time. Since the lodge, I’ve been visited by an eagle, a skunk and a frog and have been dutifully looking up the meanings of those medicines and totems and how they apply to me specifically. It’s different for each person and it’s different each time you do a lodge (If any of you are interested to know more about Animal Medicines and totems, Ted Andrew’s book “Animal Speak” as well as Jamie Sams “Medicine Cards” are a good beginning. There are also lots of resources online.)
In the last few days, as I have been observing the craziness which has been happening in London with the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee and the upcoming ZION Olympics, I can’t help but side with the many conspiracy theorists around the world, that *something* off is going to go down in London this summer.
Some people are saying a false-flag alien invasion (Spock, where are you when we need you?) , others are saying that some sort of fake terrorist thing will happen, hurting many. I don’t know. All I get is a dark feeling when I think about London this summer. What I also find interesting is that apparently many tourists have also picked up on the negative Olympic vibe. Tourists bookings into the UK this summer have gone down because many people don’t want to be around the Olympics craziness.
Good luck to everyone who decides to accept their “mission”
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I was always a sucker for fairy tales and fantasy, particularly for the works of C.S Lewis’ “Chronicles of Narnia”, Madeleine L’Engle’s “A Wrinkle in Time” and the works of Roald Dahl.
Most of my childhood was marked by the reading of the works of George MacDonald, Hans Christian Andersen, Oscar Wilde, Andrew Lang, the brothers Grimm, the 1001 Arabian Nights and the stories of Howard Pyle.
As I got older, I got into the works of Tolkien, Alan Garner, Michael Ende and David Eddings. (These days, I admit I am completely hooked on the HBO series “Game of Thrones”, based on George R.R Martin’s “A song of Ice and Fire” series of books)
Tales of magical creatures, far-off distant and ancient lands, high adventure, supernatural beings, supernatural powers, bad witches, wise wizards, benevolent kings and queens, powerful warlocks, sage-like wise country healers, magical objects, fighting good vs. evil. Many of the stories had strong morals behind them and were meant to impart teachings to children. You have to remember, many of these stories came about in an age where neither multiplex cinemas, cable TV nor video games existed (and given how low the quality of the majority of these programs and films are these days, not to mention the subliminal messages they often carry, maybe a move back to the good old days of reading and story-telling might be wise just about now…)
I know in recent years there has been a backlash against fairy tales among uber-politically correct parents and within academic circles, particularly in light of feminist studies, gender roles and racial stereotypes. I mean playing the damsel in distress and waiting around for a guy to come around and “save” you like in “Sleeping Beauty”, “Cinderella” or “Rapunzel”… not very proactive in my opinion (The modern day equivalent is waiting for a guy to call you for a date). Teaching girls to play “softer” and “weaker” than boys, not a good idea either, methinks.
It’s true these stories are often a reflection of the society they came out of, namely the Dark Ages of Europe, the 1000 years of lost European history after Rome fell to the barbarians or during the Golden Age of the Islamic Caliphate as in the case of the 1001 Arabian Nights. Still, despite all of that, I can still recall that magical feeling and sense of wonder I had when I read Lewis’ Narnia books for the first time or when I read Dahl’s “James and the Giant Peach” (I was very happy when the giant peach rolled over and squashed the two nasty aunts) or as I looked over the beautiful pictures and drawings of Howard Pyle’s work and marveled at the beauty of his characters.
C.S Lewis was a Christian apologist and a professor of medieval studies and the Narnia books were a retelling crucial chapters within the Bible:
1) Magician’s nephew—> Genesis and Creation—-> Venus
2) The Lion, the With and the Wardrobe—> The Crucifixion and Resurrection–>Jupiter
3) The Horse and His Boy—> Exodus, the story of Moses—> Mercury
4) Prince Caspian—-> David and Goliath—Mars
5) The Voyage of the Dawn Treader—–>The Spiritual life—The Sun
6) The Silver Chair—> Earthly distractions vs a Spiritual path—> Moon
7) The Last Battle—> the Book of Revelations, the Apocalypse—> Saturn
But there was a certain magical “X-factor”, which had generations of readers stumped until recently. Oxford don, Michael Ward figured out that C.S Lewis used astrology as well and imbued the books with very strong astrological symbolism and medieval cosmology. You can read all about it at his blog Planet Narnia:
I recall in “Voyage of the Dawn Treader” how Eustace was such an asshole and then became a dragon and how it was through his sacrifice and realization of what a jerk he had been, that he finally changed his ways and became un-dragoned and then went on to become a decent person.
Hans Christian Andersen’s tale, “The Snow Queen” was made into a BBC special in the 1970′s which I still recall watching on TV around Christmas. His moral of the evil mirror is more than apt in today’s world of plastic faces and surgically enhanced bodies and the ugliness within.
Oscar Wilde’s tale of “The Selfish Giant” and animator Gerald Potterton’s retelling of it (Potterton was the main animator for the Beatles’ “Yellow Submarine” feature) makes me wonder why more animators and educators don’t teach their children these kinds of values like the value of sharing and how you only end up hurting yourself by being selfish.
Andersen’s tale of “The Little Mermaid” (another Potterton production) and the unhappy ending taught me that no guy is worth hurting yourself over, that you have to love, accept and respect yourself first, a lesson that I think many girls need to hear.
So don’t dismiss those old stories, there’s still some gold in them.
In ancient times courts employed fools and by the Middle Ages the jester was a familiar figure. In Renaissance times, aristocratic households in Britain employed licensed fools or jesters, who sometimes dressed as other servants were dressed, but generally wore a motley (i.e. parti-coloured) coat, hood with ass’s (i.e. donkey) ears or a red-flannel coxcomb and bells. Regarded as pets or mascots, they served not simply to amuse but to criticise their master or mistress and their guests.
Court jesters have long disappeared but these days it’s more intelligent comedians who have taken their place instead. They usually hold up the mirror of reality out towards us and make fun of the neuroses they see around in our world. I personally think they serve a very important role since they remind many of us not to get too high on our high horse and with a few intelligent jabs are able to deflate to most inflated of egos. The world needs more of them.
There are many really bad comedians and I don’t need to list them. You see their movies playing at your local multi-plex practically every other month. They usually operate on immature bathroom humor or simple gag jokes. The more blander comedians eventually get their own TV shows on network channels.
Then there are excellent ones like Louis CK, Ricky Gervais, or Russell Peters who have a specific angle, whether it’s relationships or having hilarious immigrant parents…
And then, you have Bill Hicks and George Carlin.
A great comedian is able to transmit very uncomfortable truths in a funny way. They make you look at any subject from a completely new angle. They are allowed to approach subjects which many of us normally never would be permitted to do and name names and call a spade a spade. If you’re acting like an asshole, they are allowed to call you an asshole and they are able to prove it in an often, very funny way. They can get away with it because their humor allows them to get away with it, just like the royal jesters of old, who were even allowed to insult kings. It not only requires intelligence, but also insight and a dash of bravery even for speaking uncomfortable truths. That was also, at times, in the job description of the prophet.
However with the case of Hicks and Carlin, you have comedy which has gone beyond comedy to the point of wisdom. They saw and understood human nature and existence at it’s deepest level in our present civilization, to such a degree that I am, in some ways, not surprised that Hicks ended up dying young and Carlin became cynical and bitter beyond belief in his old age. Carlin was nobody’s fool but instead made fools of everyone else. Hicks was able to hit the jugular every single time.
I could go on and on about how amazing these two are but I won’t. Instead I’ll leave a few of my favorite clips of them and you can go and YouTube the hell out of them both. Or not. Truth comes in all shapes and sizes and can be found in all sorts of unlikely places so listen closely….
Have nothing to do with the fruitless deeds of darkness, but rather expose them – Ephesians 5:11
So I guess, everyone in the world now knows what is happening in Montreal.
It started with student protests which have spread like wildfire across this country and around the world. The sound of pots and pans banging can be heard nightly in the neighborhoods of Montreal. While the corporate-sponsored media and their “commentators” cry foul, the majority of working class and middle class Quebecois are in solidarity with the students.
And now this weekend, the much-anticipated F1 rolls into Montreal.
The talented crew of hackers over at Anonymous have specifically targeted the F1 for several reasons.
Numero uno: F1 bosses Bernie Ecclestone and Flavio Briatore went ahead with the F1 in Bahrain despite massive public outcry to NOT go ahead with it given the amount of bloodshed on the streets there. Normal Bahrainis have been protesting against their corrupt sheikhs and emirs and the human rights abuses they suffer daily but can’t do fuck-all given that these sheikhs and emirs are the very enablers who allow the Americans to keep their third largest naval fleet anchored in Bahrain. The sheikhs can be paid off and have the F1 come to town and hang out with anorexic models and high-end call girls instead while they wallow in their champagne dreams and caviar wishes, right?
Number Two: Anonymous have sided with the students in a huge way. They have hacked into the F1 site and have been able to keep it down consistently. Buyer Beware. Anyone who buys a race ticket online and submits their credit card information is exposing themselves to Anonymous and they will mess your online finances royally. These guys don’t joke around. They were able to track down a cop who pepper-sprayed protesters at last fall’s Occupy Wall Street,gathering, based on a blurry snap-snot of him and found out his name, his home address, social security number, names of his kids and his wife, which bank he used and literally went into his accounts, depleted everything and screwed up all his information at all the utilities companies he had service contracts with. It got so bad, this cop had a nervous breakdown and had to go on long-term disability leave.
Massive protests against the F1 are planned this weekend and they have targeted any and all gatherings which are not open to the public. It should be very amusing to watch the protesters and their accompanying cacophony of pots and pans stroll along St.Laurent Boulevard and the downtown core where billionaires like Richard Branson and Guy Laliberte, their entourages, their hanger-ons and dozens of high class escorts stay holed up in posh restaurants who have a minimum $500 bottle-opening fee in order to just book a table for that weekend only.
That’s just the F1, but another darker, more sinister note has also hit Montreal and it ain’t a coincidence it happened at this particular time either.
No doubt many of you must have heard of the Body Parts Killer?
29 year old Luka Rocco Magnotta, a sometime transgender/model/porn-star with quite the checkered past which included killing kittens, videotaping the killings and then posting them online at various gore sites. I won’t go into what he did or has done since there are thousands of articles online about this sicko. This one is a pretty good article which gives you an overview of the story.
He was finally arrested in Berlin a few days ago at an internet cafe. He’s a narcissist and like all narcissists can’t get enough about reading about himself. Apparently he would go to this internet cafe to read all the news items online about himself when an employee recognized him and flagged down a passing police car. He’s now awaiting extradition to Canada and says he is “fearful of his own safety in the German prison”. (Good I say. There is still some honor left among thieves. Pedophiles and animal torturers are usually the ones who get beaten up or even killed within the prison by other inmates very quickly which is why they are locked up far from others.)
(His victim Jun Lin, a Concordia University student worked at a convenience store that I had gone into several times. While I don’t recall being served by him, it’s still an unsettling feeling that someone who I might have been served by, had to die in such a grisly and public way.)
A few things I would like to draw attention to.
The student protests, fighting for the good for all, a rare Venusian transit, a gathering of the international elite to “play” and a ritualistic killing all taking place at around the same time, in the same city.
2) Ritualistic Killing
Hacking of body parts and cannibalism were involved. ‘Nuff said.
3) Please do the math folks.
I know many people don’t like to look at truths which might creep them out but something has come alive in Montreal in recent months and weeks and no doubt the forces of darkness gave been attracted to the light.
Nothing is coincidence. Nothing. Even Chaos Theory suggests a connection between apparent random events.
I’m asking all persons who read this blog, who may not even believe in this stuff to please open your eyes and minds a little wider and ask a few more penetrating questions when you are around “the beautiful people” or when you hear about these types of killings.
What else is happening in your area?
Big celebrations? Gathering of “important” people”?
What’s happening on the natural calendar (i.e equinox, solstice, full moon, eclipse etc.)?
Watch them closely. Don’t pay any attention to what they look like. This Luka person proves that appearances can be very deceiving. Watch what they SAY and DO. What’s your gut trying to tell you when you are in that environment? Don’t listen to the brain-chatter. How are you feeling?
In the age of plastic surgery, detecting the Devil has gotten a lot harder, that’s for sure….
Think with your heart and feel with your mind.
Los Angeles – The Ceremony
The hill is now off limits to the public but even then, 2 days earlier when I went on a reconnaissance mission at night to scope it out, I noticed two tents near the base and homeless people living there. I didn’t see anyone come out but I could hear coughing. LA is also a police state, police helicopters buzzing overhead constantly. It’s not so bad at night because you can duck into the bushes but during the day, forget it, anyone can see you. The hill itself is strangely shaped and extremely steep, I had to walk around the base to the back and climb up another hill before I could get up that hill. The view from the top is beautiful; all of LA is laid out in front of you.
In the very early hours of 11:11:11, I left the hotel at 2:30am. Since that particular hill is now private property and being picked up by the LAPD is not my idea of fun, I went to the hill behind the cross since it is connected to it and did the ceremony there. I prayed for a long time and I burned sage, cedar and sweet grass, offered tobacco (the 4 holy plants according to the Native medicine wheel)and left a food offering of raisin cakes, pomegranates, beer and grapes (items holy to Osiris). I was done by 4am.
Initially I thought I would stay until 11:11am but after the sun rose it was clear, it would not be safe for me to stay there in broad daylight. So I stayed until 7am and watched the sun come up slowly over the Hollywood Hills. The whole time I stayed, I continued to meditate and pray, for men to be whole again finally, for Twins to find each other, for love to finally guide this earth, and especially this city since this city influences so much on this earth. No bolt of lightening came and hit me or aliens or anything, but I did feel something very peaceful come over me. I felt a shift and it’s been with me ever since, I’m finding that’s very hard for me to stay angry these days. I left and went back to my room, showered and slept the rest of the morning, right through 11:11am.
Later that day, I saw a poster which advertised that the 13 Crystal Skulls were in Los Angeles that same day. I went and saw them and realized they were not only holding information but transmitting it also and reabsorbing new information from those they were coming into contact with. Again more coincidences.
Walking along Hollywood Boulevard and walking by the Egyptian Theatre, I saw that there would be a screening of “Wings of Desire” and “Far Away, so Close” with uber-director extraordinaire Wim Wenders in attendance. Both films are about Twins. (Avoid at all costs, the Hollywood American “remake” called “City of Angels” with Meg Ryan and Nicholas Cage, it’s a piece of garbage in contrast to Wender’s poetic original.)
That night I drove out to Santa Monica and ended up chatting with Wenders and asked him about it and basically got him to admit as much. It’s a sign. Wenders is no sloutch either. He’s won the Palme D’or at the Cannes Film Festival and is considered one of the best living directors in the world.
What followed was one of the most sublime and surreal evenings of my life. Wenders was taking questions from the audience in between the two films but the moderator only allowed like 3 questions. Wenders then suggested an intermission so that people could go to the loo or buy popcorn or whatever before the next film started. So during the intermission a few people approached Wenders directly to ask him questions, like I did. Wenders has the air of a foppish, absent minded but kindly professor about him with a very dry sense of humour. He was very patient with everyone around him but most of the questions/comments were of the “I love your work, can I have a picture with you?” variety. Finally I got my turn:
Me: I love this film for a variety of reasons, but to me it mostly speaks of duality and dual elements coming together to form Unity and at the heart of it, it’s really a love story
Black and White vs. Color
East vs. West
Masculine vs. Feminine
Spiritual vs. Material
The Observed vs the Observer
Faith vs. Reason
The mythologist Joseph Campbell once said that the search for true love is really a search for the missing half and it goes back to Plato’s Symposium and has been replicated over and over again in myth, song, books and film. You had mentioned earlier when you started filming this work, in some ways it was the blind leading the blind and you didn’t have any clear idea of where you wanted to go with this….do you think in some way those ideas informed your work?
Wenders: (looooong silence, looks off into space, then looks at me directly)…you know…I never really thought of it in that way until you just put it the way you did….probably not consciously but now in hindsight, most definitely subconsciously. …I had read Plato’s Symposium when I was a philosophy student and I was also deeply influenced by the poet Rilke’s work…. So yes I’m sure of it now.
Some girl in the line: (in a snarky voice) What poet?
Me: (looking at her) Rainier Maria Rilke. (girl looks confused) (I look back at Wenders, he’s smiling and gives me a small wink, we both realize she doesn’t get it. Wenders asked for my name. I gave it and he stood up out of his chair and shook my hand. We end up chatting away for awhile)
The cosmos had confirmed that I had done the right thing.I did my job.
Post-script: Recently I found out pornographic film production may stop completely in Los Angeles. The mayor has signed a new law forcing porn stars to wear protection for HIV prevention and now that film industry is threatening to leave the San Fernando Valley and relocate to Las Vegas.
That ceremony happened on November 11, 2011. Nine months of gestation, nine months of waiting will bring us to July 11, 2012. Already revolutionary ideas and movements have sprung up around the world, not long after I had the first dream and more since that ceremony took place with those 14 medicines for all of Osiris’ 14 pieces.
As I write tis post, the Venus transit is taking place overhead, the last one until 2117. As some astrologers have pointed out, this transit is about purging the old. Incineration of the old ideas and old programs. The old egocentric, immature, hedonistic, puerile version of love, the old cliches of love, the old ideas of coupledom and that the new and higher octaves of love need to come into play. Love based on community, love based on selflessness, love based on service, love based on sacrifice, the love of growth and true equality.
I am not so arrogant as to think that my dreams or actions and ceremony might have shifted something etherically in the cosmos and therefore all these changes are happening the world over. I still cannot block out the words of Grandfather Martin, that magic happens with ceremony, when the intention is right and when we realize we need to step aside or help facilitate the Universe do it’s thing with small gestures like pure prayer, meditation and ceremony. Those relics, those medicines and those prayers and blessings which went into them have a job to do. To anyone who reads these posts in their entirety, I only ask if you can also put out your prayers and wishes out to those artifacts, to allow them to continue to do their job for all of us.
Part 1 – From the beginning
Part II- The build-up
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Preparation and Build-up
Denver itself is nothing special. What I liked was that the Rocky Mountains are right there against the city skyline but other than that, it’s not all that different than any other city in North America. Colorado is a very, very wealthy state. Lots of military installations everywhere, Masonic symbolism everywhere especially in that crazy airport and the Air Force base is there as well as NORAD. I got a creepy feeling the whole time I was driving in the city.
Cripple Creek, Colorado
Cripple Creek is indeed a beautiful area, very rural and very remote, the gold mining operation in next door Victor have resumed and the way some of the mountains are now bare is very very sad. Cripple Creek really is not much nowadays, a bit of a disappointment. The casinos have completely ruined it. Lots of day-trippers from Colorado Springs or Denver who come in to play the slot machines and then leave. Not a lot of people living there anymore. The old hotels are now casinos, it’s all really tacky and loud. Not much of the money however is being put back into the town. It is an economically depressed part of Colorado despite the gold underneath them. Beautiful Victorian houses and mansions sitting neglected, abandoned and dilapidated. There’s just no money there. Artists come and go. They can’t develop any skiing because the snow doesn’t stay long enough. But if you get out of Cripple Creek and investigate other parts of Teller County, it is a very beautiful and great place to visit. I think LG did “dress” it up a bit. I mean it’s a great place if you want to be left alone and based on what Ruth told me, LG would get people bugging her all the time, like some of these “knowflakes” types, someone even showed up at her doorstep while she was still in her bathrobe and demanded a reading! Many of her fans somehow felt entitled to LG and her time. My impression of the locals is that they are actually a bit red-neckish.
Even then, there is still gold underneath those mountains, the sunny mornings and the clear blue skies and air are absolutely breathtaking, driving around Teller County is indeed a beautiful place. And the snowcapped mountains in the distance does lend an air of exoticism to the valley. Easy to see why she called it a microcosm Tibet. One thing I did notice was that many of the mountains there are pyramidal in shape, not jagged like the Himalayas or rounded like the Appalachians, but with a distinct pyramid in shape. I kept seeing them everywhere. Who knows what’s underneath some of those valleys and mountains, but one thing LG got right, you DO get the sense there is some secret lurking in that area. I just don’t know what exactly. You do feel something in the air there.
I ended up staying at the Cripple Creek Motel for most of the time and after looking at the Last Dollar Inn (LG’s old house which is now an Inn) and after speaking to Ruth (Ruth Cook was one of LG’s best friends), I cancelled my stay at the Last Dollar Inn. I had a look in and it’s red velvet everywhere. I got a creepy vibe from the place, even standing at the door. I also didn’t see a point to staying there given that I got into LG’s other house on Hayden Street.
I went and had a look at the house on Hayden Street. The one with the indoor pool and St.Francis chapel. The place is deserted now and when I went out back to take some picture, I found that the back door had been jammed open. Someone had busted the lock a long time ago. The timing of the whole thing was too strange so I took it as a sign, I went in and took pictures and here they are. The house on Hayden Street is a beautiful piece of property, my guess is that there are no buyers which is why it’s been abandoned for so long. Why would you buy a multi-million dollar home which also needs a few hundred thousand dollars worth of work and upkeep in a tiny village in the middle of nowhere? I don’t think there are many buyers with that criteria. That house is totally abandoned now and has been since she died and will probably take millions to bring it back to what it was. Water damage everywhere. Even then, the energy there was much cleaner and nicer, you can see LG’s touch everywhere. Fireplaces in practically all the rooms. Someone had even left flowers at her chapel where she has a stained glass of St.Francis and another one of Mary Magdalene. I went back there a few times and “talked” to LG and explained what the ceremony was about and what I wanted to do in LA. I don’t know why, but I felt protected in that house.
I went to the Last Dollar Inn and despite it showing up as “booked” solid online, I saw no one there. Looking into the windows and walking around, I didn’t see anyone staying there or running the place. I think the owners only show up if someone is there. Anyway, looking into the windows, I didn’t have a good feeling about the place. And it turned out my intuition was right after speaking to Ruth. The new owners bought the place in 1995 and literally want nothing to do with LG and her story, unlike the previous owner who Ruth told me as a great guy. They got rid of a lot of LG’s furniture and antiques which were there when LG lived there, hardly anything of the original is there anymore, besides name only. When I peeped in it was all crushed red velvet sofas and tacky paintings. It looked more like a bordello.
Ruth Cook was one of LG’s best friends, Ruth who-rhymed-with-Truth (so help you God) I drove down to Colorado Springs and met her at her home which she shares with her family. She was a very gracious and welcoming lady and pointed out to me that she’s been contacted by 100s of LG’s readers over the years but I was the only one she’s allowed into her home mostly because of the letter I sent her years ago and the follow-up phone calls since then. She said LG would have liked me. Quoting Ruth, “She would have liked your attitude”.
And meeting with her and hearing her stories about LG was indeed an eye-opener. LG was a very generous, but a very difficult woman to be around for long periods of time. Very demanding and at times even delusional. Much of LG’s writing was artistic licence. She almost had a split personality, one side of her was very benevolent, and generous to a fault and full of wisdom and was able to tap into some of these wonderful sources of inspiration, but there was another part of her which was very difficult. She was a diva and expected to have people serve her day and night, hand and foot. She was extremely demanding and from what Ruth told me, would have been happy to see Ruth leave her husband and kids to become her full time personal assistant. Ruth and Lowell Cook basically raised LG’s kids, because LG was hardly ever in Cripple Creek during the 70′s while they were teens. She was always off to NYC or LA. She just could not accept death. She was forever promising people percentages from sales of her books and many many people around her took advantage of her. Very few ever stood up to her (like Ruth). Her enablers would basically say what LG wanted to hear, including these detectives and whatnot who helped “search” for Sally. They knew LG was in denial and used it to their advantage to line their pockets.
As for Brewer, they were only together for a few months. She was still married to Sam Goodman at the time, but their marriage had evolved more into a friendship. Bill Snyder had long died in the 50′s. She married Sam but it was always more friendly than anything else. According to Ruth, the passion and sexual excitement was never really there, but she found that with Brewer. Brewer left her because he just could take her bossiness and demands any more. There was like a 25 year difference between them in age. Ruth liked him, Jill and Michael liked him, but Sally and William were a bit indifferent towards him. He didn’t leave LG because of the other woman, he left her because she was just to difficult for him to live with after a while. Here is a sketch of Robert Brewer.
Ruth had a box full of letters LG had sent her over the years including newspaper articles about Sally and a pencil sketch Jill did of Brewer. She’s been sitting on them for 40 years and her kids don’t want them and neither do LG’s kids, so she gave them to me. It’s a sad story. There were letters to her various lawyers stating percentages of her books she wanted to give to so and so. Charles Muses got 15%, Steve McQueen and Ali McGraw were to get a few thousand dollars, 1% was supposed to go to her kids. Some of her anagrams of her name and with Brewer were also just as sad to look at. She was a lonely lady grasping at straws trying to find meaning in something that did not work out and with results she refused to accept. Ruth even gave me a copy of the program from LG’s funeral. LG couldn’t accept death, she couldn’t accept things not going her way. There’s a lesson here somewhere which I still need to figure out.
After examining her manuscripts and hearing Ruth’s stories, a large part of Goorbez was artistic liscence, made up including some of those conversations within the book towards the end. Linda *wanted* to see Bill in Robert since she was unfillfilled and unhappy in her marriage to Sam. She drove Bill away after the death of Melissa, their first daughter, he wanted to come closer to her including sexually as a way to bond and heal over the death weeks after it happened and LG wouldn’t have it, in her mind how dare he even think about sex at such a time, when he should be at the gravesite beating his chest and sobbing his eyes out everyday. In the end she regretted driving him out and eventually losing him. She ended up doing the exact same thing 20 years later with Brewer.
I did tell Ruth about the ceremony and what LG thought was beneath that cross in LA. She was behind me 100% and Ruth even said she would stay up and try to connect with me while I was on that hill. I told her I was on the way to Hopiland and that I would ask Martin to bless the medicines. Really, she’s a wonderful lady.
Don’t get me wrong, LG did a lot of good too, she enormously helped a lot in the spiritual consciousness of the planet with her books becoming bestsellers. She did a lot with things like offering up the purple plates, the sense of hope she gave people and her generousity which unfortunately was her undoing. If anything, it’s her own humanness which makes her writing so accessible and likable because you feel that she understands where we’re all coming from. But like light going through glass and being filtered, a lot of her channeled material was also filtered through the prism of her personality and the impossible task at hand is figuring out what was inspired from an otherworldy source and what was much more earthly in inspiration. Even Ruth was stumped in some spots there and perhaps no one will know and maybe we’re not really meant to know. I understand why her kids now deliberately live in obscurity and want nothing to do with their mother’s legacy anymore. They got sick of the lies and opportunists and just want to remember their mom as Mom.
Hopi Elder, Grandfather Martin
Went to Hopiland and connected with Grandfather Martin and his daughter Jo Anne. I put the artifacts out in front of him along with the medicine mix and a chart drawing of what everything represented as a medicine wheel. He took one look at the chart and because it looked like a medicine where, he immediately understood what I was doing. He stood up and blessed all the medicines in the Hopi language, I didn’t understand a word, and he also gave me medicine to use in the ceremony, to add to the medicine mix. When he stood up to bless the medicines, everyone else in the room did also (they were all Hopi), including a visiting Japanese Shinto monk. While he was praying and chanting over the medicines, some people even started to cry. He also did something rather significant. Martin reversed the polarity and the emphasis has been switched. What was big and had primary importance as the phallus, is now smaller and will have secondary importance. What was small and had secondary importance as the heart is now bigger and will have primary importance.
Afterwards, his daughter Jo Anne invited me to join them for lunch and I spent a few hours with him asking questions and he’s verified quite a bit. The ancient Egyptians were in the Americas once, they did not leave anything behind but they were here. The inner earth is hollow and those dwellers will only come up to teach us when we are ready, when we learn to forgive. Twins are very real.
Part III coming up, LA and the ceremony….
and from the beginning, Part I
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Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after
It has been a very strange, exciting and exhilarating past few days and weeks in Montreal as I watch people taking to the streets in record numbers, old structures crumbling before our very eyes, old assumptions flying out the window, total strangers talking to each other like old friends. Like “Alice in Wonderland”, the world has turned inside out, upside down in the most fantastic way.
Aquarius, the 11th sign in the zodiac is the Water Bearer, pouring out the waters of knowledge and wisdom out to humanity from his urn and doesn’t care who gets wet, rich or poor, male or female, young or old. The much heralded Age of Aquarius is setting up her tent poles outside before she sets up shop. It’s official: we are now headed into uncharted territory and anything and everything can and most likely, will happen.
People who want to maintain the status quo and who benefit the most from the current system, are completely terrified and are doing their best to kill these citizen-directed protests movements. Not only in Quebec, but the Occupy movement worldwide and the protests against a neo-liberal monetary agenda in places like Greece, Spain and Ireland. The world population is spilling out into the streets and it’s wonderful, a sign that people are still alive and can think and feel and are willing to fight back peacefully if need be for what they think is right and just. For far too long, people have remained silent, hiding in their cubicles. Head down, mouth shut.
Most of this started in large part to the Arab Spring last year in January 2011, where Tunisians and Egyptians were able to oust dictators who displayed nothing but contempt for their citizens for far too long. It was an inspiring video in Egypt which went viral by a petite Egyptian girl named Asma Mahfouz which finally broke the camel’s back and sent the populace of Cairo into Tahrir Square. What happened in Tunisia and Egypt had a domino effect and inspired the rest of the planet. So, it would seem that ancient civilization of Egypt is still the vanguard. Things have a tendency to start in Egypt and then peter down to the rest of the world, and that includes civilizations and now revolutions.
I had an astrological reading last year with Ellias Lonsdale, who practices star genesis astrology, a form of astrology which takes the entire cosmos into account, not just the planets. He said while the civilization we have now has it’s roots and anchors in the European Renaissance, the culture of the future will have it’s roots in ancient Egypt.
In January 2011, shortly before the the Arab Spring went into bloom, I had an ongoing email conversation with my best email/internet pen pal and soul sister on the other side of the world. We were discussing what we would do about November 11, 2011, the big 11:11:11 date which many forward thinkers have been talking about for years now. (If you don’t know about 11:11:11, Google it, there are tons of interpretations and meanings out there). For the two of us, 11 represents the energy of Twin souls, like Isis and Osiris. I had a vague idea of maybe taking the day off from work and doing a ceremony honoring the date and time somewhere out in the countryside in nature, far from the city, in an energetically “clean” spot but not much else. (Remember this spot, because I will come back here).
We became friends back in 1997 because of the works of the late astrologer Linda Goodman (LG), having influenced both of us greatly. Considered by many, the mother of the New Age movement, her books “Star Signs’, “Sun Signs” and “Love Signs” were the only astrological books to top the New York Times Best Seller’s list and continue to sell well nearly 40 years later. A jet-set, bicoastal astrologer, LG did charts for her many friends and acquaintances which also included actors Steve McQueen, Ally McGraw, President John F. Kennedy and his brother Robert F. Kennedy. In her later years before she died in 1995, channeled a lot of information regarding Twins, the 14 missing pieces of Osiris, the unification of Twins, and it came out in her magnum opus, “Gooberz”. Some of it was hinted at in her other book “Star Signs”. Gooberz was channeled in 1970 and was not published until 1989.
“Gooberz” is not a normal book. It is an experience, and as you read it, it becomes a part of your story, or you become a part of it. (Remeber Sebastian reading the book in “The Neverending Story” and becoming a part of it? Same thing.) It is a very strange book with a life of it’s own, the verses are layered with coded meaning and each time you read it, you’ll discover something. Every person who reads Gooberz has an individual experience of it. This is not for those who are not ready for it or whose beliefs are lukewarm. The book goes into the whole Osiris/Isis myth, the 14 pieces, Twin Souls vs. Twin Selves vs. Twin Flames and also, the mystery of Soul Pieces.
LG’s life is a novel in itself. Most of it is still unclear, with stories she deliberately planted (including falsifying her real birth date and swearing her father into secrecy because she felt a persona’s natal chart was a powerful instrument to decode someone and in the wrong hands could do much harm). Stories of her missing daughter, her alleged familial connection to President Abraham Lincoln (she even got President Ronald Reagan to listen to her), articles on her in “People” magazine, her strange encounters with gurus and wise men, her tumultuous relationship with her Twin Soul, Robert A. Brewer as portrayed in “Gooberz” all add to the mystery. There’s even an entire website devoted to LG and her work, trying to separate truth from fiction. (Personally, I can’t stand that site. Between the New Age-speak, the pink layout, people who somehow think that sitting on a purple plate automatically makes you Enlightened (never mind the Buddhist monks who devote their entire lives towards that endeavor) , people who do nothing but speak in hearts, smiley faces and high-fiving each other all the time, and people all “claiming” LG, I feel nauseous there).
Adding to the confusion and mystique, since LG passed over in 1995, her estate has been a mess, with far too many parties trying to claim a piece of the Linda Goodman pie. The ones who got completely left out are her 4 children. Hanger-ons, parasites, people claiming to have known her, people claiming to have LG’s blessing to continue LG’s work using her name, unscrupulous publishing corporate types. The list of who wants the LG brand and name attached to their own goes on and on and on forever now.
People’s enthusiasm for LG’s work is understandable. This blogpost gives you an idea as to why LG’s words resonated with millions around the world.
On a more personal note, LG’s books were my spiritual primers, and proved to be excellent foundations which led me toward heavier material and formed the basis of my understanding of what I learned later on, around the world.
Linda and the Cross at Cahuenga in LA
The myth of Osiris and Isis weighed heavily on LG and she was convinced that Osiris’s missing 14th piece, that his phallus is actually buried in a chamber deep inside a hill in Los Angeles, underneath the Cross of Cahuenga, right next to 101 Freeway. You can read about it here:
It separates Hollywood to the south, from the San Fernando Valley to the north. I also examined the hill and the area around the cross on Google Earth. That hill and cross is literally the dividing line between Hollywood and the San Fernando Valley . This is the funny part, we know what Hollywood is all about, but what I find interesting is that the San Fernando Valley is literally ground zero for pornographic film production for the global market; it’s the hub for it.
And here’s the key (I think), here you have the best and the worst of human sexuality concentrated in two places, literally on both sides of that hill. One side, the Hollywood side, makes films which may at times show us and inspire us with the best that true, selfless love can heal, show or teach us and not necessarily in a romantic context. Think of films like “The English Patient”, “To Kill a Mockingbird”, “The Shawshank Redemption” etc. On the other side of the hill, you have the San Fernando Valley , which shows us love and sexuality in its most depraved and basest form.
Last January, near the beginning, I was having a hard time and decided to make some prayer tobacco ties. I did not think about how many but just focused on making them with intent and prayer. I ended up with 14 (please note this number for later) I went out by the riverside and tied these tobacco ties to trees and such near the water so that the Spirits would see them. A few days after that, the protests in Egypt started.
A few days later, I was chatting with my friend about what we would do for 11:11:11.
That night I had a dream that maybe we were to put 14 artifacts into the ground, to represent the 14 cut pieces of Osiris, for 11:11:11 to “heal” Osiris near that hill in Hollywood, to aid all Twins to find each as quickly as possible at this stage of Earth’s history. That if we put Osiris “back together again” on an etheric level, isn’t that a beginning and maybe may go a long way towards the real putting back together and healing?
I had a mind to bury the 14 pieces somewhere near that hill, along with a bit of cornmeal (Osiris and the flooding of the Nile are associated with corn) and tobacco (the holy plant for the Natives) and 12 other medicines (14 pieces, 14 medicines). In terms of timing, I had an idea that the morning of 11/11/11, that we would go out at dawn and do the burying, so that it would be in place for the 11:11am activation.
The more I thought about it , it became like a jigsaw puzzle which came together. According to the myths, Isis could only find 13 pieces since the 14th piece was eaten by fish in the Nile (hence why Egyptian priests were forbidden from eating fish) and how she had an Immaculate Conception of her own (she’s a goddess after all, maybe the lesson here is that if love is true and pure enough then miracles can happen).
It’s also funny how Hollywood and actors and actresses have taken the role of modern day gods and goddesses, that’s not a coincidence either. We may not talk about or worship Zeus and Hera, or Osiris and Isis or Odin and Freya anymore, but instead focus on Angelina and Brad or Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton or any number of Hollywood couples. It’s Hollywood which has captured the world imagination and attention the way the old deities used to. They’ve taken that role now. Wouldn’t something like that only be possible if the relic of an ancient god is just close enough to influence that development?
In “Gooberz” LG makes numerous references to the 14 cut pieces of Osiris, and that when the 14 pieces are put back together again, this will help more and more Twins find each other which will then go a long way towards the further enlightenment of this planet and the upcoming earth changes. Long story short, LG was convinced that Osiris’s 14th pieces was buried in a hill in Hollywood, underneath the Hollywood cross. She spent a lot of time and money investigating that hill with geologists and the like yet after she died, all those reports suddenly vanished.
The connections to it and Hollywood ad the film industry isn’t a coincidence as well as some of the others I mentioned. I did find out bad bay Errol Flynn was also a resident of Mulholland Drive once upon a time as was Dennis Hopper. I meditated on it a bit more and it makes sense now. Think about these men for a second: like Errol Flynn, Marlon Brando, Warren Beatty, Jack Nicholson and Dennis Hopper, all legendary lotharios, but all men in general in the film industry, all living on Mulholland Drive which is literally next to that Hollywood Hill with the Cross.
Usually it’s about sex, power and money and there’s usually an addiction to one or all and usually at a huge abuse or cost to women. People who are constantly seeking either attention or self-affirmation through sex are usually making up for a huge inadequacy in themselves, they are compensating for something that is lacking and the only way they know how to make up for it is by pursuing sex, power etc.,some piece in them is missing or broken.
Perhaps it’s not so much Osiris’ “real” phallus here (or maybe it is) – but in order for balance to be restored for twins, between the sexes, for respect and integrity to come back in the interactions between men and women, for sex to be restored back to something sacred between two people who love and respect one another, the Cosmic Phallus or the Spiritual Phallus or however you want to look at it, has to be restored on the spiritual level before it can be manifested physically? Thinking out loud.
The cross was initially put up to honor Christine Wetherill Stevenson, a decendant of one of the Mayflower families, who built the Ford Theater . She was also a practicing Theosophist. Not very much is known about her but she seemed to run in very strange circles.
Part II will highlight the ceremony and what actually went down.
Part III is what happened afterwards.
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