I watched this RSA animate video the other day highlighting the ideas of philosopher Roman Krznaric.
I had never heard of Krznaric before and found out that “He is a founding faculty member of The School of Life in London, which offers instruction and inspiration on the important questions of everyday life, and advises organisations including Oxfam and the United Nations on using empathy and conversation to create social change.” according to his website.
I enjoyed the RSA animate not only because of it’s use of ideas inspired from Star Trek (total Trekkie in case you hadn’t noticed) but because it defines and vocalizes something which I have always sort-of suspected and felt but never really put to words myself.
Read any spiritual primer, whether that is anchored in New Age-ism, traditionally based in religion, self-help, psychology and the usual call has always been to “Look within”.
In all honesty, after having to sit in in group therapy sessions while working as a spiritual caregiver in a trauma unit, or hanging out with a bunch of narcissistic yogis, “look within” usually translates into excessive navel-gazing or someone using spirituality to be an out-and-out attention whore. It’s not that I have any discomfort doing so, but somehow, there’s a limit. Go over that limit, and it all suddenly feels heavy, dark, insipid, like you’re wallowing in quick sand, either your’s or someone else’s.
On the other hand, I actually learn far more about myself and the world by getting out there in the world itself. All those little details which makes different cultures and places unique, the kind of stuff you can’t get out of a Lonely Planet travel guide, how you react when you’re confronted with the mysterious “Other”, how you deal with things which are diametrically different from what you’re used to, in my experience has taught me far more about myself than any book from Eckhart Tolle.
The RSA animate cites George Orwell as an example, how he came from a privileged background but went out tramping in order to understand British society and the lives of people living in the margins of society and how it ended up enriching his life in so many ways afterwards, most importantly, in increasing his empathy towards others.
I’m not advocating that people go out and become tramps, but it reminds me of that character Larry Darrel in W. Somerset Maugham’s fantastic book, “The Razor’s Edge”, how Larry turned his back on a life of assured privilege in Chicago to go loaf about the world and find meaning in life that way.
Outrospection also solidifies another argument for me; far too many spiritual “teachers” have cut short the wanderlust of far too many spiritual seekers, claiming that they are trying to escape from their responsibilities, problems and present life, without truly understanding that it may actually be a part of their personhood that they learn best by going out there and doing and exploring (There are many who do use travel as escapism, but it’s not the case for everyone).
I say figure out what resonates best with you, introspection or outrospection and then run with it.
Does your daily commute look like this?
Stuart Wilde wrote a fantastic piece a few days ago on his blog on emotional and spiritual fortitude:
Once you have settled your mind into a quiet acceptance, a reconciliation that says you are happy with what you have and your circumstances right now (even if they are not a good as they could be), and once you are not struggling with circumstances, then a celestial calm descends upon you and that calm will intensify as time progresses. But you have to stand straight etherically and not get sucked into situations that are untenable or emotionally fraught.
– Stuart Wilde
What Stuie is writing about here is about mature acceptance and letting go of things to allow the Universe do it’s own thing, that elusive quality which seems to belong to the realm of wise men and women, a quality which has increasingly become as endangered as the Bengal tiger in our day and age.
Attachment is a real bitch and very often striving to want certain things means that the second you get it, you generally don’t want it anymore or end up ignoring it.
Who hasn’t lusted after someone and years later, in hindsight you realized it would have been a disaster to hook up with them?
What girl hasn’t bugged her mom for a certain doll or dress and the moment she gets it, all it does is gather dust sitting in her closet?
How many people struggle their whole lives to buy a house with a backyard and driveway and never end up enjoying their property? How many empty swimming pools gurgle away idly in suburban backyards?
How many holiday homes sit empty during long summer weekends? How many marriages are there which are the products of intense physical infatuation or obsession but end up becoming relationships of convenience where the partners end up taking each other for granted or worse?
Remember that TV show from the early 1980’s called “Fantasy Island”? People would go to this strange island to have their fantasies fulfilled to only realize in the end that the fantasy was far more preferable to the reality of the situation. “May all your wishes be granted” was considered to be a curse in ancient China and for good reason. It displays an acute and deep understanding of human nature, of how fickle and changeable it is and how transient it’s interests are.
Sometimes when I day dream, I think about what I’d do if I suddenly won the mega millions lottery and was freed from work and could pursue a life of leisure. I’d probably buy a wicked cool apartment in Paris, probably in the 16th arrondissment or Montmartre, with a rooftop garden,
a simple summer cottage in either Stromboli, Patmos or Malta surrounded by lemon and blood orange trees and bougainvillea bushes, near a beach where I can go snorkeling or diving everyday,
…probably go back to school and do graduate work at some fabulous ancient European university like the Sorbonne, Heidelberg or Bologna in disciplines which are interesting in themselves like film studies, religious studies or comparative literature and go on crazy road trips to explore this amazing planet, like getting a sturdy Land Rover with a travel partner and go driving from Amsterdam to India or from Alaska to Argentina or from Istanbul to Vladivostok and take our sweet time doing it.
Maybe learn a few more languages, learn to play the piano, learn to dance the tango, take sailing lessons. A few pugs, yoga and Pilates everyday, maybe a plus-one who could pass for Michael Fassbender’s twin (he can stick around as long as he doesn’t bother me too much).
I’d probably end up giving most of it away or set up a few walk-in clinics built for little girls in places where little girls are having a particularly hard time.
I know, it sounds pretentious but I also know that probably within 3-5 years, I’d be bored stiff and looking around for something else to do. It’s easy to see why the kids of the uber-wealthy and famous usually end up as basket-cases. When you never have to worry about wanting something and things are there for the taking, you’ re naturally going to look for the next big thrill to take away the boredom. Like any serious traveler will tell you, it’s the journey itself which counts, the destination is what keeps you going. The wishing is the best part.
On a more practical level, today is Black Friday. The day where you see the worst in human beings as their inner materialist demon comes out to play. It’s far worse in the States where people go straight from Thanksgiving dinner and head out to Walmart or the mall to huddle in line-ups the whole night long in order to stampede through the store the next morning and stock up on stuff they don’t really need with money they don’t really have. It has unfortunately spilled over into Canada.
I’ve been on the market looking for a decent, but stylish winter coat, one that I can wear a few years and one of my favorite stores, m0851 are having their sample sale this weekend. This is a very high-end retailer and a place which I shop at sparingly, but to their credit , all their stuff is made in Canada and not China, the quality is amazing and their leather goods last for years and with their simple but streamlined designs, don’t go out of fashion quickly. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to at least go and have a look. If I found something, great, if I didn’t, so what?
Doors opened at 9am, I was there at 8:30am and the line-up already went around the block. By the time I got in, it was pandemonium everywhere. There is seriously nothing worse that being jostled and trying to find your way through a store with hundreds of crazed women of all ages, pushing and shoving their way through in order to get a leather bag or wallet. At one point, I just stood at the side and watched people closely. People would take pictures on their iphone and wait for responses from friends to buy or not. I saw one woman with at least 10 giant leather bags hanging from her. People would be checking themselves out in the mirror and buying the most inappropriate styles. No clue. It was a vulgarfest. People looked ugly.
You have to give up on your desire for foppish things, the act of striving and wanting things of little value that cause you to lean forward etherically, all of which destroy the integrity of your power.
Without even rummaging or pushing anyone, I found a perfect coat, hanging in a lonely corner, paid and left. Sometimes all you need to do is put out into the Universe what you really need and then let it go on automatic pilot. Life is a lot easier and far more pleasant when you do stand straight up, and let things come to you instead of you chasing after it all the time. And that could apply to a coat, a house, a lover or your dreams.
Uruguay, like Albania, Turkish Northern Cyprus and Malta strikes me as a great place to retire to and go my mind my own business and retreat from the world (and in case of a WWIII, that’s exactly where I’ll be headed). Great climate, remote beaches (Punta Del Este is where the South American jet set party in December and January), leftist government, friendly and quiet locals, low cost of living.
From what I understand, you can live like a king on $1000 a month while $700 a month with get you by with no discomfort at all. Uruguay also has the best seaside grill restaurant on Earth (badass foodie, Anthony Bourdain raves about Uruguay).
I recently came across an article which many of the alternative news outlets and conspiracy websites have picked up in the last few days, about “The Poorest President in the World”.
He is Uruguayan president, José “Pepe” Mujica, a former guerrilla fighter, turned-flower-farmer who gives away 90% on his income and claims his aging Volkswagen Beetle as his only asset. He’s been shot at 6 times, spent 14 years in prison, two of which were at the bottom of a well. That makes him a true badass. On top of that he recently legalized marijuana in Uruguay. He’s a vegetarian atheist with no kids.
“I’m called ‘the poorest president’, but I don’t feel poor. Poor people are those who only work to try to keep an expensive lifestyle, and always want more and more,” he says. This is a matter of freedom. If you don’t have many possessions then you don’t need to work all your life like a slave to sustain them, and therefore you have more time for yourself,” he says. I may appear to be an eccentric old man… But this is a free choice.”
Mujica, reminds me of another non-materialist, Daniel Suelo aka “The Man Who Quit Money”, a desert freegan who lives in the Utah wilderness near Moab and the subject of the best-seller with the same title.
Guys like this make my head spin, mostly because they are so far removed from the mainstream in their outlook and so pure in their vision that it gives me hope for the human race, that there are still outposts of intelligent, genuine, authentic and original life left on Earth. (Yes, I admit it, I’m a little cynical these days…)
Which leads me to the title of this post…
badass : (US, slang) A person whose extreme attitudes, behavior or appearance are considered admirable.
Being a badass is considered cool these days, and in an attempt to come across as a badass, you now see phonies either trying to buy their badassery or mimic being a badass, like any number of Hollywood starlets trying to revive sagging careers or pop music artists trying to capture their badassery of yesteryear, which has since disappeared.
What guys like Mujica and Suelo show is that being a badass means:
1) Work on a badass mindset.
Think the way you want to think, don’t change your opinions to suit others.
2) Be Brave.
This means saying and doing things which go against the current, even if no one agrees with you or you can be killed for saying it.
3) Don’t let anything or anyone stand in your way.
That also includes the CIA.
4) Stay in the right.
Think and say things which are the morally right things to do and say, don’t give two cents what others think.
5) Be real.
6) Have a no-nonsense style.
Don’t read Vogue or GQ. You won’t find badassery there. Make up your own.
I have to admit this upfront: I am not a fan of Prog(ressive) Rock.
It’s music from the generation before me and it was and is a genre which I never really connected with. I guess if you were in your 20’s during the 1970’s, and “Pink Floyd“, “Emerson, Lake and Palmer”, “Genesis“, “YES”, “The Moody Blues” were on heavy rotation at your local rock radio station then it’s to be expected that would be part of your musical soundscape. Canadian rock band RUSH, would no doubt be a part of that soundscape.
So growing up, I guess you can say that I just lumped RUSH in with the rest of those bands and never really paid much attention to them. That changed one night while watching BookTV, one of those pretentious literature shows where editors from New York and English professors sit down and dissect books and discuss the merits of some obscure title and the works of people like Salman Rushdie or Bruce Chatwin ( I know, I’m weird ).
That night they were discussing musical autobiographies and “Ghost Rider: Travels on the Healing Road” by RUSH’s drummer extraordinaire Neil Peart (not “Purt” but “Pee-urt) suddenly came up. I was extremely surprised and became insanely curious after it was unanimous among this Upper West Side literati set that this was one fantastic and eye-opening read. I would never have guessed that A) they read those kinds of books and B) they even knew who Neil Peart was.
So I rushed over to my local library and got the book and read it cover to cover in a matter of days.
Reader, I was floored. Not only was I floored, I suddenly went out and starting listening to RUSH with a new ear and realized there’s a reason why Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson and Neil Peart are considered musical geniuses among the music geek set.
Neil is also an intensely private man, most of it due to shyness and is someone who really is into the music for the sake of the music. The celebrity aspect of it is something he hates and tries to avoid. That’s a very hard thing to do when you’re part of a legendary rock trio. Still, he managed to escape the limelight and had a family and lived in a cottage deep in the Laurentian mountains, north of Montreal with his wife and daughter.
In 1997, Peart’s first daughter and then-only child, 19-year-old Selena Taylor, left home and was on her way to study at Queen’s University in Kingston, Ontario. On the way, she was killed in a single-car accident on the TransCanada highway. His common-law wife of 22 years, Jacqueline Taylor, succumbed to cancer only 10 months later in June 1998. Peart, however, maintains that her death was the result of a “broken heart” and called it “a slow suicide by apathy. She just didn’t care.” Peart was a completely broken man and a ghost of his former self.
Peart told his bandmates at Selena’s funeral, “consider me retired.” Peart took a long sabbatical to mourn and reflect, heal and travelled extensively throughout North and Central America on his motorcycle, covering 88,000 km (55,000 mi). After his journey, Peart decided to return to the band. Peart wrote “Ghost Rider” as a chronicle of his geographical and emotional journey. The book is a first person narrative of Peart on the road, on a BMW R1100GS motorcycle, as he tries to put his life back together as he embarked on an extensive road trip across North America.
And put back his life together again, like Humpty Dumpty, he did. Peart literally rode his demons out into the ground. He met and married a beautiful photographer named Carrie Nuttall and he welcomed the birth of a daughter in 2009 at age 57. A second life became possible.
Neil is widely considered the best living rock drummer on Earth. No joke. The Police’s Stewart Copeland, Lars Ulrich of Metallica and Dave Grohl of Foo Fighters/Nirvana fame all grovel at his feet. He is also the main lyricist for RUSH and allusions to the work of Ayn Rand (“Anthem”), Mark Twain (“Tom Sawyer”) and Farley Mowat are in many of their songs.
He is extremely well-read and reads across a variety of disciplines and subjects. A very intellectually curious person, this quality comes out strongly in his writing. Just reading one of his books, generates another reading list of titles based on those cited in his book. He makes them all sound so damn interesting that I want to read them as well. The guy is a genius.
RUSH is playing in Montreal next week and I’m going to the show. I can’t wait. It will be the second time that I’ve seen them live and I can tell you for a group of three guys playing live on stage, their musicality is such that it easily sounds like 7 or 8 musicians are playing instead. Plus the first 10 rows are full of musical geeks air-drumming along with Peart, always an amusing sight to watch.
Peart’s story is really about Hope. Starting over again even when it looks like there is nothing left to live for, that things change all the time, healing is possible, even if the road through it is fraught with dangers, breakdowns, risks and no guarantees. The point is, you have to keep going and you have to keep trying. Renewal and rebirth are possible but only if you’re willing to do the work too. But if you stick with it, the payoffs are gigantic.
There are many, many haunted places in this world. Places where people have either died tragically, leaving behind the energetic footprint of their passing or those places which certain souls, for whatever reason, cannot let go.
Many people who have visited the old Jewish concentration camps have said of the air of sadness and tragedy which surrounds the place, an almost palpable dark grey energy that seems to have permeated the air and soil of the vicinity and contagiously touches anyone who visits.
Then there are other places, where extremely dangerous and potent occult and supernatural acts have taken place, creating a portal or gateway into the astral realms and pretty much inviting them in. That idea of opening up a closet and finding monsters from another dimension waiting to come into our reality as highlighted in that film “Monsters Inc.” was not made up by the writers of that film.
It’s an idea and a reality which has been around for a very long time. Native Americans, Siberian shamans, white wizards and prophets like Mikhael Aivanhov have warned against this sort of thing for centuries. It doesn’t help that writers like H.P Lovecraft, black magicians like Aleister Crowley and works like the Necronomicon took it a step further and literally gave the world the formulae, the rituals and the complete how-to in order to invite such entities into your life. The less said about them the better.
This posting is addressed to serious light workers and earth healers alike. It’s about those places which unfortunately, the portals are still open and need to be closed up, they need to be seriously cleaned out, completely, from top to bottom and front to back. Places, because of the powers which were unleashed there, continue to act as negative openings into the other realm and are astral psychic dumps. By no means is this a comprehensive list, there are thousands of these places the world over, this is just what came to me as the most pressing. In terms of how to clean up, here’s a good beginning.
Boleskine House, Loch Ness, Scotland
Literally nestled near Loch Ness, Scotland, Boleskine House was personally chosen by Aleister Crowley as the perfect location to conduct black ritual. He lived here from 1899-1913 and specifically purchased it in order to perform a ritual found in “The Book of the Sacred Magick of Abra-Melin the Mage”. To perform it, Crowley says,
One must have a house where proper precautions against disturbance can be taken; this being arranged, there is really nothing to do but to aspire with increasing fervor and concentration, for six months, towards the obtaining of the Knowledge and Conversation of the Holy Guardian Angel.
In The Confessions of Aleister Crowley (Chapter 22), he continues:
The first essential is a house in a more or less secluded situation. There should be a door opening to the north from the room of which you make your oratory. Outside this door, you construct a terrace covered with fine river sand. This ends in a “lodge” where the spirits may congregate.
Later purchased by rock guitarist and occult enthusiast, Led Zeppelin’s Jimmy Page (a Crowley apologist who claims that Crowley was a “misunderstood genius”), Page has claimed that the house is haunted by a decapitated head, no doubt a relic which was probably used here in some ritual or other at some point. It might also explain the influence which caused the death of both Robert Plant’s son, Karac, from a mysterious stomach flu and John Bonham’s death. Page sold the house a few years ago and the house has been a residence and guesthouse over the years. Crowley’s followers and those who practice “Thelema” the occult arts attributed to Crowley, still come to the house in droves, much to the chagrin of the locals. Interestingly, some have also speculated that there maybe a relationship between Crowley, his screwed-up ritual and the Loch Ness monster:
From “Who Forted?”
“This kind of strangeness went on for years, leading believers of the mystical and the occult to believe that the house had become a sort of portal, the unfinished ceremony leaving an open gateway to worlds unknown, spreading the activity from beyond the confines of the house itself, and into the surrounding area. It was around this time in 1933 that the Loch Ness Monster began to rear it’s long, reptilian head.
Frederick William Holiday, one of the most well-publicized Loch Ness monster investigators, having published two books dedicated to the search for the creature, made an assessment in the 70′s that the monster acted itself much like a supernatural creature, leading him to re-think his stance on it’s origin. Instead, Holiday postulated that the creature’s apparent self-concealing phenomena was evidence that it could possibly be related to the aftermath of Crowley’s preternatural fuck up.
Strangely enough, the first recorded appearance of the Loch Ness Monster coincides with the beginning of the end of Crowley’s legacy.”
Clinton Road, West Milford, New Jersey
Thanks to “Weird NJ” magazine, which regularly highlights Clinton Road, this long, lonely 10 mile stretch running through the New Jersey Pine Barrens and isolated forests has achieved quite a notorious reputation over the years. A single blog post does no justice to the amount of material and personal testimonies related to this road. The Lenape tribes called the area around the Pine Barrens “Popuessing”, meaning “place of the dragon”. Swedish explorers later named it “Drake Kill”, “drake” being a Swedish word for dragon, and “kill” meaning channel or arm of the sea (river, stream, etc.).
Scores of people have sighted Satanists and Ku Klux Klan groups performing ritual in these woods over the years. A haunted bridge, phantom trucks, sightings of strange, unclassified creatures, the New Jersey Devil, a dumping ground for bodies by the Mob and Mafia, Clinton Road has some sort of story related to it. Practically everyone who has driven down this road, even in broad daylight, all cite the same thing: a deep feeling of foreboding which seems to increase with each passing second, to the point that many become terrified for no clear reason and automatically turn around and high-tail it out of there.
After looking at the area under Google Earth, it easy to see why crazy groups come here to perform bizarre rituals. There is absolutely nothing here, just miles and miles of uninterrupted forest. If you’re looking for secrecy, this place has loads of it. No doubt all those rituals over the years must have left a diabolical energetic footprint. People who have left their cars during the day to walk around, also cited another curious quality of this place: absolutely no sound. Not even normal forest sounds, like the chirping of birds or the hum of insects. Silence can have different qualities as well. Some silences are golden and rich and voluptuous, like lying on a hammock in the summer and dozing off under a tree or walking into a venerable library. Others have a disturbing, creepy quality about them, almost like an audio dead zone and the feeling that you’re being watched. Practically everyone who has traveled Clinton Road has experienced the latter.
Skinwalker Ranch, Ballard, Utah
Just about everyone from Jeff Rense to Jordan Maxwell has at one point or another, brought up and discussed Skinwalker Ranch, a creepy-as-hell part of remote North-East Utah. Just name your topic: UFOs, glowing orbs, cryptozoology, Native American curses, Sasquatch, shape-shifters, mutilated animals, the disappearance of animals and people alike, the list of weird, unexplained and often terrifying phenomena here now lists itself in the hundreds.
According to Wikipedia: “In some Native American legends, a skin-walker is a person with the supernatural ability to turn into any animal he or she desires, though it is not necessary, most of them wear a pelt of the animal, to be able to transform. Similar lore can be found in cultures throughout the world and is often referred to as shapeshifting by anthropologists”
The ranch property has been declared as off-limits to tribal members because it lies in the path of the skinwalker. Even today, Utes refuse to set foot on what they see as accursed land. But the tribe doesn’t necessarily believe that the skinwalker lives on the ranch. Retired teacher and UFO researcher Junior Hicks says his friends in the Ute tribe believe the skinwalker presence in the Uinta Basin extends back at least 15 generations. The Utes, described by historians as a fierce and warlike people, were sometimes aligned with the Navajo against common enemies during the 1800’s. But the alliance didn’t last. When the Utes first acquired horses from the Spanish, they enthusiastically embraced the Spanish example by engaging in the slave trade. They reportedly abducted Navajo and other Indians and sold them in New Mexico slave markets. According to Hicks, the Utes believe the Navajo put a curse on their tribe in retribution for many perceived transgressions. And ever since that time, Hicks was told, the skinwalker has plagued the Ute people and anyone else who decides to live at Skinwalker Ranch.
In the past few days, some Hollywood production team set up shop in my neighborhood for a film shoot. They’ve basically taken a traditionally blue-collar Irish and French Canadian neighborhood which is fast undergoing gentrification and have tried transforming it into Bensonhurst, Brooklyn, New York.
This past weekend, a friend and I escaped Montreal and the NASCAR hordes descending upon it by fleeing to the mountains. Literally.
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Soul food: cuisine consists of a selection of foods traditional for African Americans. It is closely related to the cuisine of the Southern United States. The descriptive terminology may have originated in the mid-1960s, when soul was a common definer used to describe African-American culture (for example, soul music).
As some of you might have surmised by now, I do carry an interest in the supernatural. I do think that there are benevolent and malevolent forces as work in this Uni-Verse, which exist alongside with us but we cannot quantify them yet (i.e see, touch, hear), only because the mathematics and physics for recording such entities is not quite there yet. Maybe in time we’ll get there. If we ever do, I’m willing to bet that it’ll be the Russians who do it first. They’re quite open-minded about scientifically researching these sorts of things.
For whatever reason, there seems to be “centers” of such activity where people still practice the forbidden and black arts. I’ve never had a run-in with such persons nor do I wish to, but I have heard of stories among some of my friends. Stories of brides from these regions who marry into wealthy families in distant cities, never gets along with anyone in the new family, and one by one, people in the groom’s family mysteriously and suddenly die off and the bride is finally left with the house and all the money and then returns back to her people after the husband finally passes on.
There are many places around the world where the country folk still speak in whispers of either fear or awe about certain individuals and their powers. I don’t know all of these places and I’m sure there are dozens of them in places like Africa and Haiti alone, which have strong traditions of vodou and Santeria. These places are usually rural in nature and the people are superstitious. Perhaps it has something to do with living closer to the elements and being less in contact with 16-lane freeways, shopping malls, Cheez Whiz, and psycho-therapists.
Le Berry(or Berri), France
The legends around Berry go back to medieval France as early as 1275. We have all heard about the Spanish Inquisition but other parts of Europe were also subject to inquisition including France, the Netherlands, Germany and Italy. The trials of the inquisition led to some being banned from the area or worse yet – beheadings.
The Inquisition was responsible for a witch-hunt which resulted from the torture of several accused witches, who in turn confessed the identities of other supposed witches… charging them guilty. The accused were then forced to walk down the street in clothing associated with heretics, where they were then burned alive. The Inquisition also had a habit of tricking people into other confessions by promising that if they co-operated, they would be set free. Many cases were built upon gossip and he said/she said. Accusations brought up by neighbors were sometimes enough to get you burned.
The town of Berrichonne, has a famous witchcraft museum located on an ancient farm dating to the XIX century.
Witchcraft is part of everyday life in Berrichonne even now. Country witches still practice here though most of the magic seems to be of the healing, love potion variety and not the human sacrifice type, thankfully.
Mayong, Assam – India
From time immemorial, the Mayong region of Assam has been famous for supernatural stories. It is said that people came here from far and wide to learn black magic and the villages and tribal communities in this area still deeply believe in this stuff. Much of it has to do with illiteracy but no doubt the history of the region still affects the people here.
In its heyday the magic of Mayong was feared world over so much so that the word magic became synonymous with Mayong, however no one knows exactly how magic entered this land. Ferdinand Ossendowski in his book, “Men, Beasts and Gods” relates that the Gypsies originally got their magic from the underground city of Shambala/Agartha and brought it up to the world but because they misused it, were kicked out. Was Assam their first stop?
Although many ancient scriptures have described Mayong as the place of black magic and tantricism, it still doesn’t have a well documented history. Even now, the people of Mayong are followers of these folk beliefs. For solving their day-to-day problems they still depend on “magic” and their indigenous herbs. According to some stories centuries ago, it was believed that by reciting certain mantras, human beings were shape shifted into animals, some mantras turned bullets into nothing and others hypnotized tigers. Distance healing by cutting only a handful of plants while chanting some secret word, chanting mantras to attract the amorous attention of someone in particular, mantras to move immovable objects and mantras to actually fly were all part of the scene.
However today these feats are unheard of, for in order to achieve such a high level of ability one needs to go through a lot of patience, dedication, hard work, meditation, and study to practice magic. And of course many of these superstitious beliefs collapse under scientific scrutiny. You can still see some tricks which may make you do a double-take like fortune-telling via korris (sea shells) , palmistry, future prediction via a piece of broken glass. A few household at Rojamayong and Buramayong still posses some of the manuscripts and practice it in a lesser form. Even the few who may be practicing it are reluctant to reveal anything.
Those old sorcerers never wrote anything down, the teachings of black magic passed orally from generation to generation. However, even up until a few years ago, human sacrifice was still happening among tribal peoples in the Brahmaputra valley region.
Here is an excellent article on why some of this so-called “black magic” needs to be eradicated. This one is pretty good too.
The history of the Hatay province is a rich but confused one. These days with the fighting going on in neighboring Syria, literally next door, it makes it a difficult place to visit and yet this is one region of Turkey I have yet to explore and am itching to do so with a fine-toothed comb.
Practically anyone who was someone in history came marching through this area at some point or other, including the ancient Assyrians, Phoenicians, Romans, Greeks, Alexander the Great, St. Paul, St.Peter, Eleanor of Aquitaine, Richard the Lionheart, the Knights Templar, Crusaders on their way to Jerusalem, Ottoman Turks, the French, the British and Laurence of Arabia. With ancient churches, and ruins of temples, fortresses and castles littered about the countryside, this area is a true paradise to lovers of history and myth. Modern day Antakya sits on top of the ruins of ancient Antioch. Iskenderun is very close by to the ancient port city Alexandretta, established by guess who?
The region is known within Turkey for spells, hermits, sages and miracles. When I was living in Turkey, a few of my students from this area told me of a famous holy man, a “hoca” (ho-ja), I can’t remember his name and I’m not even sure if he is alive anymore but apparently he had only to look at your name on a piece of paper and it would be enough to ensure that neither snakes nor scorpions would ever bite you in your life. This area also seems to have a high concentration of children being born with immediate past-life memory. The Turkish form of black magic is called “Muska” and usually involves Arabic verses of the Koran written backwards and being left in secret or hidden in places to negatively affect certain people.
Personally, I’m of the persuasion that it’s best to leave things we don’t understand fully alone. While I am all for investigation and inquiry, there’s also the question of karma and blow back, which is why I think spell-casting is bad news in general. I don’t see anything wrong with praying or meditating and inviting for some insight on our own journeys but manipulating these forces, usually for selfish, self-centered ends, is normally a recipe for disaster.
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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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 re-absorbing 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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Istanbul is one of those cities you have to visit at least once in your life to believe.
Before it was called Istanbul, it was known as Constantinople.
Before Constantinople, it was known as Byzantium.
It straddles two continents and has witnessed the Roman, Eastern Roman and Ottoman Empires come and go. The city is as old as time itself, and with each successive layer of history, seems to reinvent itself and continues to live. It’s a hot, decadant, sexy, ancient, intellectual, city all rolled up in one. Where ancient Greek Orthodoxy and Islam sit together, if at times, unsteadily.Where East and West truly meet and you can’t walk 5 feet in any direction without stumbbling on a place or thing of historical importance.
With sprawling palaces and harems, ancient Orthodox churches, towering mosques, Roman ruins, the Bosphorus splitting the European and Asian sides, and some sites of the city embedded in classical Greek myth, you can spend weeks in Istanbul and never get bored. There is an insane amount to see and do, eat and experience, discover and digest much like New York, Paris or Buenos Aires.
By far, my favorite spot in Istanbul is the Aya Sophia.
It was first built as a cathedral to Sophia and was the seat of power for the Eastern Roman Empire. While St. Peter’s in Rome was dedicated to the clergy and the Pope, the Aya Sophia was for the people, the size meant ot make visitors contemplate the greatness of their Source. While St.Peter’s drips with marble and statues and bishops and cardinals in jewel-encrusted robes, the Aya Sophia retains her sense of grandeur and regality, even laid bare. A mute testament to her longevity and strength. Built well over 1000 years ago, having suffered several earthquakes and having it’s gigantic dome crashing down a few times, she’s a little rough around the edges and worn down these days. But the sense of history, the atmospheric mood, the majestic but sad ghosts and the dormant, sleeping energy of the place cannot even be compared to a place as plastic and contrived as St.Peter’s.
In some ways the differences between the Aya Sophia and St.Peter’s is equally contrasted in the theology of the Catholic, Protestant and subsequent churches. St.Peter’s is consecrated for the Divine Father while the Aya Sophia is for the Divine Mother.
Sophia is also known as Divine Wisdom according to the Orthodox Church. Some psychics and mystics have gone so far to say that Sophia is the Holy Ghost or Holy Spirit of Trinity. Which to me, makes complete sense. Any daft person can tell you that in order for creation of any sort to take place, there HAS TO BE a Male and Female principle at work together. Whether it’s flowers, bees, babies or the Universe.
While this idea is very well-developed in India where they worship the lingam and the yoni in temples, or with North American Native tribes with their teachings around the pipe ceremony, with the pipe bowl and the stem. Unfortunately, the Abrahamic tradition completely dropped the ball on this one.
True, the Kabbalist Jews worship Shekinah, that female part of G-d or Chokhmah, which is wisdom. The Russian Orthodox church have developed very advanced teachings and theology around Sophia, called Sophiology. Sofia also infiltrated Islam as “Wisdom” and is a very popular name for little girls in places like Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran and the Middle East. These inclinations were always either suppressed by the formal religious authorities or eradicated completely as heretical.
Not any more.
Sophia is about the heart. The Father is about the mind. It is about people waking up, people feeling angry and taking to the streets demanding change. Anger in the grand scheme of things is related to passion. The heart is waking up, feelings are finally coming out. She is everywhere, hidden, waiting, watching and understanding. She is waking up. I heard her call back in 1999 when I prayed to her one night and suddenly found myself in Turkey and in Istanbul 6 months later and stayed on for 3 years, marking the beginning of my spiritual journey. All the prophecies point to the new upcoming era as the era of the Divine Feminine. It is also what the Hopi Elder told me.
I don’t mean that in the Wicca, long hoop-skirt wearing, let’s-all-pray-to-the-Earth-Mother-and-be-raw-food-vegans sense. This doesn’t mean ragging on men. This doesn’t mean elevating women at the expense of men.
It means we stand side-by-side now, not gazing at one another but looking outwards together. Equal in worth, different in essence. Partners, comrades, allies, twins, giving and receiving, strengths and weaknesses complementing each other effortlessly, in mutual reciprocity.
You think it’s a dream?
Wait and see.
2 videos with Paul Skorpen, a long-time student of Daskalos, talking about the new Sophia energy
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Back in 1999, I moved to Turkey and spent several years living and working there. It was a fantastic experience and completely opened me up to experiences around reading landscape energy, finding places which are still off the radar screen and discovering the excitement of how real growth can sometimes happen in the most unlikely of places.
I’ll blog more about some of these places later but for today I’d like to share an experience I had at the ancient Roman city of Ephesus. The ruins of Ephesus itself are quite impressive and if you’ve never gone, it is well worth a visit.
Outside of Ephesus, you have a small town called Selçuk (pronounced Sell-chook), which has all the hotel, hostels and bus connections which pretty much services the local tourist industry for Ephesus and area. Selçuk has the ruins of a very interesting basilica, namely The Basilica of St, John the Divine (or John the Beloved, depending on what church you belong to).
This John, (and not John the Baptist) is the alleged writer of the Book of Revelations or the Apocalypse. You know the one. The part of the Bible which talks about the Seven Horsemen of the Apocalypse, plagues, the Whore of Babylon, and all sorts of weird and wonderful symbols and codes which people have tried to interpret for centuries especially around “The End of the World” but have never really understood what it’s all about (I like mystics who manage to dupe so-called experts like Popes and theologians).
Local Orthodox and Coptic Christian legend holds that as Jesus was dying on the cross, he gave John, his brother the charge of looking after their mother, Mary. Both lived out their lives well into old age and died at Ephesus. The House of the Virgin Mary is also nearby, at the top of Nightingale Mountain. I had an experience there too but will write about that another time.
John is said to be buried here. While the exact site of the tomb was not clear. St. John’s supposed grave was marked by a memorial and enclosed by a church of modest proportions in the 4th century. In the 6th century, Emperor Justinian (527-65 AD) believed that a tomb dating from the 300s was John’s, so he built a magnificent church on the site dedicated to the saint. It is the remains of that church that can be visited today. Most of it is rubble now, because of Turkey’s numerous earthquakes through the centuries as well as the Turkish conquest of the area later on.
It was December 31, 1999, The Big Millennium. People were freaking out over Y2K, celebrations and fireworks were out in full force at all the major cities around the world.
I spent most of that afternoon here, by John’s grave. The place was deserted, no summer tourists, no Christian pilgrims, no one, it was utterly empty, I had the entire site to myself. The old caretaker was practically asleep at the gate but very kindly let me in and said that they would be closing early today but if I wanted to stay longer, I was free to do so. I suppose that means I was the very last person to visit his grave for that millennium.
After exploring the site, I perched myself on the step-like ruins overlooking the grave and got my journal out to write about my impressions. This is what came to me.
“It’s been almost exactly 2000 years since you’ve been here. What were once mighty cities, now lie in dust and rubble, what were once shrines, now lie in ruin. The transience of this world is all to clear to me now, and indeed only love is eternal.
The world has gotten worse since you last walked these eternal hills, I sometimes wish the Apocalypse would take place if only because there is so much purification which needs to take place…one by one, the prophets voices have been lost over time…people have forgotten their souls, they’ve become too clever, everyone always wants a shortcut…love, compassion, truth and forgiveness have left man. Brother kills brother, daughters turn on their mothers, people don’t know where they come from anymore. Rudeness, hate and greed rule all. Perhaps the world is not all that different from your time and there truly is nothing new under the Sun, we just treat our problems differently…The empires have changed hands, in your time, it was the Romans which persecuted you. Now it’s the Americans which see to it that everything beautiful and pure is automatically uglified and put to sale. They are so young, stupid and arrogant! They have no shame or humility anymore. It seems that those things are now out of fashion…The voices of the old prophets need to be heard again.
Everything in this world comes to an end eventually, doesn’t it? Empires, realms, kingdoms and leagues, all of it disappears, human lives come and go as the wind comes and goes at will. What is the meaning of it all? At the heart of it? I finally understand that the only antidote to transience is Love. Love finally is the “glue” which holds this universe together, Love is what keeps the dance between electrons, neutrons and protons going. Love is the force which dictates Her will on the planets, stars and galaxies. Love is finally the only thing that truly is eternal, placing your bets on anything else will always fail. This world as we know it will pass too one day, what we think are powerful countries and empires today , one day will expire also. What we think are important today, money, power and fame, will one day be rendered meaningless.
The meaning of life is finally to be an instrument of Love, that’s all we can do, that’s all we are asked to do. And we are tested on this daily. Our interactions with people, our thoughts, our words, our gestures, are constant trials to decide which path we want to follow. Do we choose Love or do we choose fear? The old Chinese and Asian philosophers were right all along in dictating humility and humbleness. The only way to allow the dance of the universe to continue unhindered and unimpeded is to finally step aside, forget your ego, forget your personality (not your individuality), know damn well what your place is in The Big Picture and quietly, step aside. The Universe knows what it is doing far better than we ever will, this is why Eastern spirituality has always extolled the virtues of detachment. Detachment does not mean becoming cold and unaffected to the ills of this world. Rather, detachment means to be an informed spectator of the laws of the Universe at work. Everything in excess will always lead us to harm except for pure, detached, unpossessive Love. Passion, if taken too far, can become obsession and jealousy. Rather, passion must be sublimated and transmuted into unrestricted, unpossessive love which leads to true bliss.
The secret to life is to fall in love with Existence itself, to fall in love with the clear light of day, the clouds, the sky, the rain, the Sun, the cold, the heat, the wind and the stars , to love every fragment of every atom that falls in front of you, and once you can do this, you will have come into you own, you will have become a source of your own love, the seeking stops and the answers to all your questions appear. You will have finally become all that there is, no more and no less.
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Iceland literally straddles two continental plates and sits atop the mid-Atlantic Rift. This gives this island an unusual amount of energy coming straight from the center of the Earth, in the form of earthquakes, volcanoes, geysers, hot springs and the like. (Did you know that the old Vikings in order to fool people named Greenland as Greenland and Iceland as Iceland when in fact Iceland is actually very green and Greenland is nothing but ice, rock and water? Gotta hand it to them…)
But what really makes a place at the end of the day are the people and Icelanders are a high-frequency group, probably no doubt because of the amount of raw, clean earth energy they are exposed to. Practically everyone here believes in the invisible world and show due respect, that might explain why despite the amount of “destructive” natural forces here, people here seem very level-headed and take everything in stride. Iceland, like most of Scandinavia is also one of the most socially progressive countries on Earth. The world’s oldest university and parliament, many women in leadership positions and a highly educated and literate country which produces 100 000 new titles per year for a population of only 317 000, this country of staggering natural beauty and very little bloodshed in it’s history has something to teach everyone.
6) Altai and Ural Mountains – Russia
The beloved mystic, Edgar Cayce predicted that Russia was destined to be the most spiritual country on Earth and I have no reason to doubt it. While Western scientists continue to mock subjects like ESP and telepathy, the Russian and former Soviet scientists were always open to the possibility of researching these topics in a scientific fashion and continue to do so. The success of the “Ringing Cedars” books by Vladimir Megre (now 9 books in total) all over the world, whether you believe in them or not, only shows how truly hungry the world still is for guidance in living with harmony with nature, based on the teachings of Anastasia.
Furthermore, Russia has always had a strong tradition of mystics like Nicholas Roerich, and the Russian Orthodox Church were among those to establish the teachings of Sophiology, the study of Sophia, as in Mother Sophia, Wisdom, the feminine side to the Holy Spirit as written about in the works of Vladimir Solovyov, Pavel Florensky,Nikolai Berdyaev, and Sergei Bulgakov whose book Sophia: The Wisdom of God is in many ways the apotheosis of Sophiology. With shamans in Siberia, all the way to Mongolia, a shared and sacred friendship with India, a strong belief in Shambala and a resurgence in spiritual groups and renewed interest in the spiritual history and heritage of pagan Russia, more and more European new thinkers, clairvoyants and Truthers are moving to these areas in rural Russia.
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Continuing on with the series….
3) Chiloé Island, Chile – The Other Fairy Isle
Chiloé is rich in folkloric belief and it runs strong here. The island’s mythology is full of stories populated by strange trolls, sea monsters, eerie ghost ships, sorcerers and sirens. This rich mythology is a mark of Chiloé’s singular history, not unlike Western Ireland or the Isle of Iona in Scotland. An island off the coast of Chile, Chiloé has always been marked by isolation, rich and verdant flora and fauna, a temperate climate, and dollhouse-like, colorful Jesuit wooden churches, of which only 9 are left and are considered UNESCO World Heritage sites now.
Energetically, this is virgin territory, with the veils between our dimension the higher ones still quite thin. The land is still clean. The people are still kind and many believe in the Old Ways and show deference to the other forms of life we share this world with, both seen and unseen. More recently the New York Times has declared Chiloé to be one of the new must-visit places in the world. Go before everyone else does and ruins it.
4) Vilcabamba, Ecuador – The Valley of Longevity
A valley at the foot of the sacred Mandango, the Sleeping Incan, whose presence is said to protect the area from earthquakes and other natural disasters.
According to Wikipedia: Located in a historical and scenic valley, it is a common destination for tourists, in part because it is widely believed that its inhabitants grow to a very old age. Locals assert that it is not uncommon to see a person reach 100 years of age and it is claimed that many have gotten to 120, even up to 135, which would make it an area with the oldest inhabitants in the world. It is often called the Valley of Longevity.
The reasons for this claimed longevity are not very clear. French studies have shown that the diet and lifestyle of the inhabitants may be a factor. Dr. Richard Laurnce Millingtob Synge, a Nobel Chemistry Prize winner and the man who discovered amino acids, claims that there are remarkable medicinal qualities to be found in the plant-life in certain places near the Equator …. with the valley of Vilcabamba being one of these areas. Due to scientific chemical assay techniques, analysis has now shown that the fruit, roots and herbs of this particular Equatorial sub-area offer some of the strongest anti-oxidant protection in the world. In 1973, Dr. Alexander Leaf of Harvard Medical School introduced these remarkable people to the world for the first time in his cover story for National Geographic Magazine.
In 1981, the Ecuadorian government hired medical journalist Dr. Morton Walker to study these people in depth. In his book, “The Secret to a Youthful Long Life”, Dr. Walker reported that his research showed the mineral rich water that the Vilcabambans drank was key to their long lives and health. Laboratory analysis of the Vilcabamba water determined that the unique balance of enriched colloidal minerals in the local drinking water was ideal for promoting optimum human health. Medical researchers have confirmed that the retinas of 100 year-old residents are often comparable with those of 45 year-old city-dwellers.Others suggest that the climate in the region, which is reasonably steady without much variation, or the mineral content of its drinking water is particularly healthful and explains the advanced age of its inhabitants.”
Read: NO FLOURIDATED WATER HERE. The purity of the local resources like water, farming soil and climatic conditions are a reflection of it’s energetic frequency and the frequency of this valley is very high. With more and more people moving here by the year because of cheap real estate, organic locally grown food, excellent climate, friendly locals and low crime rate, Vilcabamba is rapidly becoming the New Hawaii.
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So we all know about these power points around the world, usually spots where a high concentration of ley lines intersect and spots where the Illuminatii and Powers That Be (PTB) usually perform rituals and ceremony to emit vast amounts of negative energy into the Earth energy grid, which then in turn keeps most of us enslaved. I won’t go into the nitty-gritty of these ceremonies but suffice to say that researchers like David Icke have written, talked and documented it enough that you can easily find information about it at his website or various YouTube videos.
From personal experience, after having visited some of these “hot spots” I can say that the energy at most of these so-called spiritual places is absolutely ugly now. Machu Picchu is a New Age circus as is Mount Shasta, California and Sedona, Arizona. It seems every other recently-divorced suburban housewife suddenly “finds” herself and decides to become some Wiccan High Priestess or wants to follow a shamanistic path and inevitably sets up shop at these places and then offers you the same path. For a fee of course…
Having been to these places, the tourist energy and the financial energy has completley ruined and drained these places, and I mean totally. I literally felt sick at Machu Picchu (and it wasn’t altitude sickness either), walking through Mount Shasta town, every second shop had a violet/purple storefront and had pictures of angels and tarot card decks on display in their front windows. The main drag of Sedona, AZ was lined with smallish strip-malls, every other establishment was offering Vortex tours or yoga retreats, none of it came cheap either. In fact, I found Sedona to be full of New Age – Republicans, with the worst possible qualities of both groups. People who essentially use the New Age movement and human potential movement to fill their coffers and line their pockets even more. It’s very unfortunate since these places do possess great natural beauty.
At the same time, I have experienced beautiful, lovely energies in many places around the world which are completely off the beaten path and do not figure largely in these movements….yet. Places where the energy is extremely pure, powerful and largely dormant for now.
It is common knowledge that the poles are now shifting. YouTube has tons of videos about this. It would then follow reason that the Earth grid and the associated ley lines would also be shifting. For me anyway, it would explain why these so-called power points felt empty to me and why other places, while not well-known, were simply brimming over with positive, powerful energy.
Here’s my list of some of these “new” power centers:
1) Cappadocia, Turkey – The Land of the Fairy Chimneys
A place still steeped in history and spiritual energy, of fantastic rock formations, lovely valleys, underground cities from the beginning of civilization. Cappadocia was home to the ancient Hittites, a parallel civilization to the ancient Egyptians. We still know very little about them. They built the underground cities of Derinkuyu and Kaymakli. I spent 3 years in Turkey and much time in this area and still barely scratched the surface of this other-worldly place. They say there are even more undiscovered underground cities in the area and Turkish government are keeping many of them secret. These places were built literally thousands of years ago and is as strong and intact today as the day they were built.
On top of that, you have the amazing landscape of Cappadocia itself. Even walking through the magical valleys, every rock-scape, every view, will say something to you and speak to you differently. If you listen closely, Mother Nature will speak to you directly here. It’s not a coincidence that the early Church fathers, like Basil the Great and Gregory of Nyssa as well as hermits like St.Simeon and ancient Greek Hermetic mages like Apollonius of Tyana set up shop here. The hermits of Cappadocia distanced themselves from the world by cutting into fairy chimneys, the phallic and strange rock formations of the area, rather than living on top of columns. They hollowed out the chimneys from bottom to top creating rooms at 10-15m high. Their spiritual imprint and those energies of centuries of monks, sages, holy men and hermits meditating in caves and remote valleys is still there and undisturbed.
Welcome Truth Seekers, Light Workers, Earth Healers, UFO enthusiasts, spiritual pilgrims, and all!
This will be a blog about a lot of different things but primarily focusing on how the energetic changes are affecting all of us, the world, the planet, our psyches, or feelings and our observations of what is happening in the world leading up to the BIG DAY of December 21, 2012 and long afterwards. (Yes, I think the world will continue, but how that world will look like, I’m still not sure. We’re due for a change but I don’t think it will all happen in one day.Thoughts?)
In the course of my postings, I will, of course be adding my own twist and outlook on things as well as my other pet passions, namely energetic travel, the new energy centers emerging around the world as the old paradigm closes. I will also discuss articles I find around the web related to this shift, symptoms which are showing up in the mainstream culture, news, film, music, politics.
Lest you think that this is another New Age blog, I will not be discussing angels, chakra colonics, St.Germaine or things that other New Age writers like Deepak Chopra, Wayne Dyer, Eckhart Tolle, Oprah Winfrey or be pushing their wares like $3000 weekend retreats to Bali. No way.
In fact truth be told, I actually have no patience for those types or people who follow such writers and the fake sense of spirituality they sell. They often are selling what people want to hear and it is my firm belief and experience that real spirituality isn’t worth a hill of beans if it doesn’t involve you facing yourself and your fears head on.
My experience with much in the New Age movement is that people get fixated on a certain book, a certain teacher or method, like Drunvalo Melchizidek, or the Native sweat lodge, or yoga or becoming a vegan and think that will solve their problems when in fact , those things are distractions and are actually blocking these individuals from really seeing themselves with clear glassess and understanding where their issues lie and then actively doing something about it. At worst, it is spiritual laziness and at best, a money-making process for these “teachers” and cults of personality.
You won’t find that here. What you will find instead is analysis, thoughts and even criticism . Some of these aformentioned teachings and teachers are not really helping people but making some of these individuals rich instead and I don’t think that is cool or kosher.
So, hope you join me on this ride and share your own processes as we journey together as a human tribe into this next phase of our trip into the great unknown (I’m excited, aren’t you?)!
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