Anaconda

Housecleaning Heart Issues

2011-10-27T10:05:00.003+10:00

Having survived a significant heart attack in the past few weeks, due to having a stint put into my coronary artery to the heart, was no small thing in my life! A lot of time in hospital has shown me that it is personal energy draining, that needs to be addressed and put behind me to gather all of my energies for my next years of life. If I ignore doing this, will be at my own peril, and perhaps spell the end of my life as I know it. Hence some things yet to be written, will be with this in mind, and see this as something to also feed into the Collective to complete things needed before entering the next aeon of the evolution of Consciousness itself. I then am being true to reflecting how my path in life is still leading, with harsh events such as this, altering how I now need to pace my life and walk. Gone is the need for the man in me needing to do the hard yards of work, no matter how bored I sometimes may get, living deep in the bush in a sovereign way. Somethings now need to be left to younger nephews, over my need to become the 'indian' before the 'chief' in me can speak. As the 'Wedge-Tailed Eagle/Phoenix (number 7) totem I personify, it is time for me to fly higher than ever before, to the limits of my own understanding, and those of humanity in general, to the point of disappearing from this reality into the one of 'spirit' as can be observed watching the "Eagle" and what he does before the perceptual eye.

My intention is to write back to the very beginning of my blog writing, in more detail. That detail will go into e-Book format that can be downloaded and bought, to support the legacy that will be left behind from such years of writing. These blog series then becomes the tantilising morsel to whet the appetite for a more complete picture that will be worth buying for further thoughts on all subjects included over many years now. Hopefully, this will be done over the next six months, before the change up and hitting of our collective 'infinity points' where a merging of our realities begins to become known to all. Hopefully, these writings will then contribute to such awakening to the larger view that is 'another yourself. It is as a Collective Consciousness that we eventually merge back into, and to tap into this Source before death, maybe the way forward for us to begin to end our concepts of death itself. Modern thought and vernacular are used, beyond any other that can be found via toltec tradition, buddhism, or others (such as David Wilcock's writings) or other indigenous cultures that know the same thing, put into different terms. It is a way of trying to communicate as best I can, in a very limited way, what I have come to see, before it all gets permanently deconstructed upon my death. I have no fear of death, as I have already sat in my own god point within, and stared into infinity and possibilities beyond words. Keeping such a point in mind, allows me to see the still point within, that is ever present and a constant witness of my experience beyond the personal levels.

I hope that my writings over the years, has proved to be instrumental in challenging typical modes of thinking to the beginning of awakening to other levels of the self. Of course, I see that life is to get beyond just a feeling and knowing of just self serving interests, and naricissism to a collective level of being, and tribal voice. I have witnessed this, and know it exists in some indigenous tribes on the planet to this very day. Magic is alive and well, and Mother Nature has begun to dream again, and influence the "Eagle's emanations, and gifts" to us all. No doubt we will all meet on some level in the forever!

~Spiritwind~

Opening to New Sight

2011-06-14T10:16:00.000+10:00

Having been blind for a number of years before having my second chance for sight completed once cataract surgery restored it, gave enough time for me to begin to see things in a different light. There are more than one way of viewing things that blindness begins to open the door to. We instinctively know this, but few get to experience the other ways of viewing life and perspectives. Drugs such as DMT allow one to see the sacred geometry in most everything, along with Acid and other methods to shift the consciousness. But one does not need to take drugs to see other things. Many people do, and a lot of this other seeing, may get lost in childhood when someone informs another that it does not help in the real world to be going around talking to a an invisible friend, for example. I have seen remarkable insight through just reading tea leaves, that is quite accurate and uncanny. Some are clearly more talented at this, than others, as if they peer into another dimension others are not privy to. Others use Tarot, or Runes, or even Iching to aid in perceiving things differently.

The aborigines do not just look at the stars at night, but at the spaces between the stars. Of course, this may not make much sense to those peering at the only matter before their eyes, but what about seeing through feeling? Some, such as the blind, do this very well, and even martial arts seems to provide means to do this should eyesight be lost in battle. What do we see when we look at the clouds morphing before our very eyes every day? They change constantly, and if watched with imagination, it can be like watching a movie unfold. And what does one see in the shadows? Eye's may lurk in them, peering right back, and we are aware of this, but still do not notice for lack of looking into such shadows. More than what may be hiding in shadows is the things shown in shadows, and their form, if imagination and creativity are used to see what they are, that are never thought about nor seen. These are all tools for looking at reality in a different way than we do at present. Gone is just seeing our visible universe just in one way, for there are many ways to perceive things missed along the way. A night person sees things differently than a day person, for there certainly is two crowds in the streets depending on the time of day or night. In the beginning, (even our own) the first dream's were had in the darkness of the womb itself, whether our earth Mother, or blood mother. It only stands to reason that there is a shadow matrix that one has never been introduced to, nor looked at in one's life, where a second world lives inside of the one we all know.

What about the hidden spiritual dimensions the wind or life itself lives in? Can they be seen by eye? Probably not the same way, though they do work simultaneously to the life we know. Unfortunately, we tie too much to reality being just matter, and hard science studying the seen and known, for we never have developed the tools for measuring the breath of life and its hidden intelligence. Yet there is sacred geometry that science is now recognising through studying matter that goes into the “nothing” then reappears after a time, so that they try to map what it says about the “dark matter”. But this is never a satisfying exercise, other than seeing a picture in reverse. We know that the “nothing” has the potential for everything, yet we still are unable to “see” how such a concept actually unfolds. Yet the ancients studied relationship thinking, beyond just logic and reason, and how energy actually flowed. They knew that using themselves as the point in the middle of the circle, which way the wind circled them in a day, so that patterns were known, and what brought what together. Thousands of years went into such study, so that older cultures fit better with the flow of the spirit of country than they do today. That came from seeing that mankind was the crowning glory for being representative to other natural things all around us, and our natural fit in it all, thereby allowing them to know where different thoughts came from and had their origin.

They were also aware of the spirit of the ancestors, and that there were different time scales, along with space and time models, all existing in the one space simultaneously. They even knew the size of the spirits that each matter has inside of themselves that exists on other dimensions beyond sight, and that if we reached such dimensions prematurely with no preparation, that we might be shocked. If we were not humble enough, the spirits were so large as to flatten one to the ground till humility was learnt, or one just did not survive the experience. Giants in our own lands, unseen by us with our regular senses, at least not in the ways to open up hidden ways for knowing of other presences in our midst. We simply do not know how many things interact in our own timeline and levels of being without necessarily being an alien not belonging to here. To speak with others who believe that another realm exists inside of the earth, we might think absurd or crazy, though when I talk with aborigines who went inside the earth to escape the ice-age, and the floods allowed me to glimpse that there are other realms inside our own that we know nothing about, yet they do. To speak of the many levels of perception, and beingness, shows how sloppy we have become in our existence for knowing these things. The first nations people in Australia just say we have become lazy to the point that we rely on high technology to produce what we already can do from inside of ourselves through extra sensory perception. As a well trained massage therapist, it is not hard to imagine that a lot of this is developed through using such abilities. Touch certainly can tell a lot, but this too, is developed over time. And so it is with our world. It is much more than we have ever thought or imagined, and to really hear someone speak of other realms existence in our own, we probably would deem such persons as crazy and fools on a hill!

And developing our sense of feeling perhaps much more than we can imagine, would aid us in the accessing our next level of existence, and new model for mankind more than can be believed. The first nations people whom I live amongst today, can feel if there are diamonds underground, or even things such as gold. Others have the uncanny ability where they can feel precious gems on a river bank speaking to them, so it is not hard for them to find what they know is there, asking for them to find them. Super sensory ability coming through feeling cannot be underestimated. No wonder men in our society were taught to exclude such feelings for the females to figure out, so that we became locked in our own heads, afraid to feel, or simply unable to interpret what they were telling us. Was that society that locked us up, or consciousness itself trying to keep the game going for as long as possible, before awakening? Only you can decide that, though the time has come that if we do not shift our consciousness, we simply will be overwhelmed once different realms begin to move into our perceptions. There is a whole different subtle realm just outside of our own perceptions, and they are there, just because we have become lazy enough not to notice them there! Not so to those who are impeccable warriors keen on keeping our basic humanity intact to how it used to be, and our collective has forgotten. Certainly it does me good to know that there are teachers around, along with Elders, who still know about these hidden realms, and the sacred paths we walk, and the map for which they follow. They are not there just to hold our hands, but to instil in us the necessity of doing the necessary homework to learn what we have always known but forgotten in our very DNA and ancestral wisdoms.

The New Humanity, and New Dreamtime, is already here, and among us; awaiting our discovery of them. To me, the new is simply a return of the old, the end being the beginning! And if this is the case, then the homework is to find out how it used to be back in the beginning. How you do this, is up to you, and suggest that we start with our ancestry that makes up the “who” that we are; for it takes a thousand ancestors to make up our present personage, for what it all represents. So what are we waiting for? The plunge, deep within us all........refresh yourself by diving deep!

~Spiritwind~

Blind Spiritwind

2011-05-03T07:18:00.000+10:00

My operation to finally fix my last eye's cataract, is due in just over a month! It is hoped that this will end the drought where I have not been able to write much, so that I can begin to ramp up towards the 2012 sea change that has already begun. If the link works in the subject line, one will see how the blindness has affected my reading of a newspaper, let alone anything else, so that you understand what I have been going through. Almost over, I appreciate having an audience, and that they can once again get the wisdom of ~Spiritwind~ once I have recovered!

Till then, not much in the way of writing, even if there always is a lot of thinking and living still going on. All changing soon enough...........

Flying high still,
~Spiritwind~

Imitating New Technology

2011-01-03T16:47:00.000+10:00

If indeed we had the powers that earlier man had, when sorcery and magic reigned, then we would not need to try and identify with today's modern technology. The technology only does what man was capable of doing, long before we collectively sought the easy way to do the same things. Men communicated via telepathy, not mobile phones, and they visited each other in night time dreams. All hours then, were productive, and it did not matter whether we paid bills or not, for the abilities to be there. Unfortunately, our gifts were laid to rest via the war on witchcraft over many centuries, so that we would not get up to the kinds of speed once enjoyed by indigenous cultures worldwide. Suppression of natural abilities, supplanted by new technology that precluded need to develop out our own powers. So in this way, the new technology today, is not nearly as efficient, nor as effective, as our ancestors used to enjoy. They knew how to activate their powers, even having language for gifts; for example, flying!

If we are to allow these things to come back, then one needs to know what gifts one possesses. I have been to marvellous healers in my time, ones who could touch me, and I would get a resounding shock from the experience, or with a Grand Master of Qi Gong, to be treated, without being touched at all! So I have seen what abilities can be had, far and beyond any modern technology of today. I may be modern and up to date with what we are playing with on the field, but not so blind as to ignore what we used to have, in the past. I do not think we are ahead of where past ancestors used to be. On the contrary. I think we are behind where they were at, and that over time, these natural abilities when not developed, ebbed away to just stories from the past.

There is no reason why we cannot imitate, or use technology to develop our own psychic abilities, as I did years ago, just using a biofeedback machine. Duplicating our thoughts along certain channels certainly can have repeating results that are measureable. I have seen this. However, we must remember that the best technology can do, is to reinforce our own presuppositions, so it is up to us to seek to be as open as possible, rather than narrow in what is possible. It is creatively up to each person to try out many ways to develop one's own abilities. Over the many years, I have tried to be creative in my healing abilities, and spoke with my clients who were willing to experiment as much as myself. It uncovered a lot of angles that previously were not even looked at. Each person being innovative and as creative as need be to develop the latent abilities lying within.

If there is nothing to lose by trying, and everything to gain if successful, then why not try? That is a saying I have heard and kept for many decades now, for it has truth to it. It is really up to you, to discover your own abilities, and what you can do with them. Enjoy the trying out of new things............

~Spiritwind~

Keeping Modern

2010-12-18T22:18:00.000+10:00

With the advent of the notebook, the iPad, and the iPhone, I see it was time to exercise the option that google gave me. That is the ability to have the text set to be able to be read by readers, or smart phones that now access the net. This has been done for this blogger series, so that it can be read at your leisure. I am also considering the option of making an app that can handle a special writing every day by me, that will tune into the spirit of the moment each day for the message I see given in that day to me. That is only my perception, but by past standards, it seemed to be right on the money, if Michael St. Clair's feedback to me was on target. I appreciated his moral support as I wrote my early blogs, and he has positioned himself no doubt, in a way that suits his own dreaming for the future.

Going bush for six months walkabouts like the gold old aborigines did traditionally here in Australia, is about as long as I can handle in the modern day, and living as a westerner. For me, it is going back into the bush, and like the musical video, "return to innocence" showed everything going backwards; makes me feel! Going back to the bush has not been easy and by body protested strongly. The hardest part was always overcoming the initial inertia, and have taken some nasty hits from spirit that told me "to get a move on" that it was time to get another chapter going right now!

So to find the balance between my spirit and even the technology available, and living inside of my means, has been challenging, but creative. Looking like an eagle at the latest technology developments, and seeing where the possibilities might lie. Such as seeing the cloud coming for a long time, and having a 64 bit computer that a serious programmer could write software that was dedicated to individuals wanting certain design features they could not get with a 32 bit base.Seeing that mirrored in the sky for a "cloud" opens up the possibility that we could for example, have mobiles that access our own local bank with local currency. Having currency that does not depend on anything outside of a local area, without the same restrictions, if done such as one's own bank that others used for the same purposes, would assure that no-one around us would go hungry or in need of work, and would ensure stable bartering and trade.

Or if we had a retail outlet to make ourselves a living, having an app that reads barcodes; or develop weight sensitive paper that could show instant inventory in a store via electronic means so that good apps were written just suiting a small retail store, with instant totals every day. In the past that would have taken a month before one built up the courage to do stock taking for yet another month. Instant in the world of computers if done right with the right software. And if the right apps were in place, for a smartphone to become a business development manager to be able to assess what has been sold in the field and on the shelf as opposed to what was bought last month, and the turn around times, and what was selling and what was not. All at the push of a button, along with invoicing, etc. Easier business all around if done with the small man in mind to make his life a little easier. It sure would take the guess work out of things!

Lots of ideas springing from what is, and visioning of what is possible with what is; simply talking about it! If I have had the idea for something, someone else has had it too, you can count on it. Whoever does something with some cutting edge ideas, are sometimes the ones who are smart enough to get their rewards, whether or not we agree with them or not e.g. Bill Gates (cant say his latest idea for depopulation via vaccinations, is smart though!)

As the Bunjalung Eagle, I do get to survey with eyes and ears, to what is happening in my world. It then is my job to inform the caretaker of this "nation" as to what I objectively am seeing, and what position we are taking for ourselves in a New Dreaming way, with the backdrop of the system passing away. Taking the best, and living in a compromised way as one goes, easing the way for the new. Never easy, and smart to always do inventory. And looking to see what infrustructure is in place to handle what, no matter what the situation. Seeing the possibilities and potentials beyond the realities.

As an Elder, it is also my job to endeavour to stay abreast of developments even if it is getting harder for me to get into deep process with the technologies, pushing the human influence further from its own planning of the machine. Separation of matter and spirit, that is nothing new, just a modern version of it. Making wise choices around it all, for the benefit of the maximum people and not just myself. Thinking for the communities interest and not just my own. Seeing where the point of action is in the moment for advancement for any flavour of the month, and seeing how people react to different things providing the window to be where the action is. Allowing spirit to run with the ball, and leaving the possibility of scoring with spirit.

This way, a welding of spirit while playing with matter, may mean being in the right place at the right time, many times. I have to get used to this, as being the way of spirit. My spirit, leading me to seek a better world for me and you, all of the time.

It is after all, what makes it all worth while sometimes.

~Spiritwind~

No-one Is Above Another

2010-12-15T08:00:00.000+10:00

There has been too much talking down, due to not enough talking up by the masses! Is this because we all assent to just being slaves in this life to a system arranged for us by others? Or are we awakening to our own sovereign rights to be responsible people first to country that gives us tools to play with to learn lessons with? Are we now old enough to grow up, and move beyond just bigger toys for bigger boys? What then are we to learn beyond going for the new flavour of the month, and keeping up with the neighbours?

Perhaps it might be a good thing for each of us to realize that there is no-one better than another, and that in the grand scheme of things, we are all part of a Oneness that is inter related. We might see that everything in nature and humanity is our brother and sister, and to not feel like things have to be told to us, or others, and that we each can have our own dreams with country that can be left undisturbed due to its sacredness to each individual. We can see when we look at guru's, and monks who have had a lifetime of teachings and learnings that it all comes from deep processes done over long periods of time. However, each and everyone of us can do likewise should we choose. And we do not have to play by the rules! Who says we have to do it someone else's way? That then becomes just talking down to another, saying my way is better than your way! I try and avoid that, and choose to challenge thought to open to other possibilities within the self lying deep inside each person for their own answers and dreams.

Everyone has their own gifts, magic, and abilities. We do not need to be like others, but need only to nurture what is special about ourselves, with all the love we can show ourselves. By sharing what we are special at and done with love, then what is reflected back is exponential love shown in gratitude in the sharing of specialness! It is after all, the difference we are looking for, and what it is we leave behind us when we go. We do wish to make a difference don't we? And at the end of our lives, we can reflect and see what difference we actually have made, not in the things we have acquired, but in the things we have given away! That shows the difference we leave behind, and our distinctive mark for all to see.

So we all sit at this round table of the globe! It does not matter if it is at the roof of the world on the top of a mountain, or deep in the ocean travelling in a submarine! It still is a circle on the globe, and we are the circle of life with no-one we need to specifically look up to for our directions. We are after all, big boys and girls now, that hopefully are beginning to learn what a true man and woman actually looks like over the odd mentors that are now in a system fast passing away! We can make a difference by beginning to take our own responsibility in our own lives, for its direction, dreams and visions, and in what we think on a continuing basis. If we do serve a petty tyrant, then we can do it and learn all about humility, and how to take the rough and the tough of life, and come out still smiling if the lessons have been well learnt. Sometimes we have to learn valuable lessons so that we can turn around and know what we do and don't want to do, when it comes time for us to do things for ourselves.

In the days ahead as we begin to move back to tribal values, these things need to be remembered, and that each person needs to be valued for what they have and present to us at our round table or circle, whether around a fire, or the position we place ourselves in. Hopefully, we learn the lesson that all are equal, with no-one above another, and that we can achieve things for ourselves to realize our own dreams. Are we ready to do this? Then begin with love, and end with love, and by so doing, allowing it to stretch across time where it will last.

~Spiritwind~

Mother passed on..........

2010-07-28T20:26:00.000+10:00

In my mind, I no longer have a physical mother to turn and talk to, seeking advice or solace, so that I now must see her in the universals where all mothers are seen in life. Mother Country, and the way she feeds me, and cares for my physical body, is the first and foremost, where my love goes. Love for country is the reason I still wish to flow with her, with my own life's energy making my life worthwhile still, even though mother died just a week ago.

As I drove into the country to grieve my loss, I could not help but notice the blue and red parrots flying around me, though they were in two's over just one bird. It is winter in Australia, and certainly not spring, for two birds to be courting each other just yet. It did seem to indicate to me, via the totems, of which I saw many during my short foray into the bush, that my mother had found her companion again, on the next level, and nature was merely showing this on a level I could understand. It was nice to see, and put it side by side the grief I felt for the day. It also showed me how best I could place her in nature, to show how I can still hold her dear to my heart, for the short stay I have left in life, before I too, join the mob on the other side, for a great party indeed!

If I have trouble in important decisions for myself, I just feel my mother's and father's presence, and the things they would have me consider before such a decision is reached. I am glad to have ancestors on the other side to aid in the increasingly difficult decisions elders are faced with, to make. It always is good to connect with one's own ancestors and DNA in order to seek out the best answers to every problem.

So in some ways, my mother has moved into a position of more strength in the guidance of my thoughts, in the remaining years I have left to learn my lessons well. Seeking to be the good warrior, means then, that I will always respect and love my ancestors, as if they were still here!

~Spiritwind~

My Mother

2010-05-30T19:42:00.001+10:00

Grand-dad, my mothers father, died before she was born. Mum was born September 25th, 1925 in the Port Of Spain Hospital, Trinidad in the West Indies. Grand-dad never got to see his youngest Kong before he passed away. Later, following my grand-dad's death, my grandma, had a nervous breakdown, and mum had to be raised by her four brothers and five sisters, later they adopted another younger member of the famous King family. Two of them began to work to earn the money to keep the rest of the family going, and mother got the education the older brothers were proud to give the youngest of them all. Of course, mum wrote that she hated being the sister that was doted on, and did not like the second generation gap that existed from being in such a large family. She felt that her elder brothers and sisters were much brighter and smarter than her, and was proud of her sister Edith who went on to win a silver medal of honour for her nursing prowess.

Of course, mother never knew about having a bad life, and was raised as good as could have been expected for the twenties in Trinidad, where my mother did her high school with Oxford university in Rngland, so knew only English and Church of England ways. She was raised by servants, and never knew what good parenting was other than by being raised by a tribe. She does remark about being quite a silent child, and dad told her that her shyness was what attracted her to him over the women that he felt rushed by. She was not interested in his singing career and his already marriage to his music. However, she says that his conversion to christianity, and Seventh Day Adventism, changed his life, and was the foundation for a long and happy marriage of fifty eight years. So she got married young, and was the first war bride chinese ever allowed into Australia, after the second world war. She had lived in Trinidad for her first 20 years. For her next seventeen years, where she gave birth to her three sons. She then moved and lived in New Zealand for the next eleven years. Finally, they chose to live in Canada for the remainder of their lived, beginning in Toronto, and ending in Vancouver.

Her sons grew up in Australia and New Zealand; with Clem ending in England for further studies; which he never left once he arrived. Ben their second, chose to follow them to Canada and remainded most of their lives to the end, Warner choosing to live in Canada for three years, before returning to Australia. Mum and dad holiday'd with Clem in England as often as they could, and would take further trips to Europe to the Seventh Day Adventist's General Conference, which was a highlight visit for my father, for the way he idealized the church he followed. They also visited back to Australia a few more times before dad died, and was found with Ben working down the west coast of USA and Canada with him for 3 months; a highlight and wonderful time together. They lived in Toronto beginning in 1972. Not long after being there, the refugee crisis arrived, when Idi Amin from Uganda began a genocide of his own people, putting out of his country all of the richest men who would fill the planes just to get away from the brutality. The same with many boat people. The world knows little about the survival of some wonderful people who through no fault of their own, have to flee their countries. So mum and dad single handedly helped to clothe and give a blanket to 20,000 refugees from 50 nations. With some 200+ children who were separated from their own parents, who went to Britain, and the kids to Canada, mum and dad became mum and dad to them. If some of them were to find out that this "Mother" who aided them in their first steps towards a new life, some of them no doubt would do anything to help her in her plight in the hospital today.

So superstar that my mother is, even though not the world's best mum's from not having had fathering and mothering herself; she is now an 84 year old with medium dementia, hanging on for dear life with her strongest of spirits. She is in true Cinderella land full time now, and enjoying herself immensely! The last time she saw my older brother she called him, "bubblg-gum!" We all burst a smile as to her intentional humour........

She also has five grand children, three great grand-daughters, and one great grandsons as her own extended family.

I wish anyone receiving this, to send a card to Mother Carmen Cook, in the 5A Ward of the Princess Alexandria Hospital in South Brisbane, Queensland, Australia. It surely is an un-noticed media event, due to news these days being mainly the bad over the good. Well my mothers story turns all that upside down, and is a good story no matter how it is told. She has enjoyed a good life, and is in no pain as she gradually loses her feelings.........

Goodnight with my love to mother dearest from her always loving son.....

Visionaries Needed

2010-03-25T15:00:00.002+10:00

Creative thinkers around new technologies need to begin to put their thoughts to paper that have long been held back. To all those indigenous cultures worldwide with their knowledge of bush medicines previously held back due to the sacredness of the ageless wise applications of many country based medicines, should also begin to put all of their ducks in a row. It is not too long to go, for the new dawning of a new day for all of humanity to burst forth onto the world stage. Those who have run the show up to now, have not been able to show us these technologies for they have been a threat to them for decades, hence the with-holding of great technologies to date. This system of with-holding in order to keep dinosaur technology in front of us, in order to keep control, has already begun to change. The contractions of a new birth process have begun, and they will not be painless to anyone on the planet, whether rich or poor. However, the upside of it all, is that we all will see as the dust begins to settle, that the homework I am now calling for, will be ready to spring into action, whether magnet motors, or thought creation as time progresses.

I have said all along, that the best days are still ahead of us all, and that we all have chosen to come to this time in history to observe the fireworks and the dawning of a new age and new Dreamtime. May the games begin........

~Spiritwind~

Links for my writings.

2010-02-20T07:56:00.002+10:00

This will be an insertion showing the various blogs and trains of thought I have developed over the many years now, with admittedly some overlap between areas. When asking Sandra who has read all of the writings in their totality, of how I could condense them to the best to publish one book, she advised me that the series goes together in its entirety. Various parts she was able to link in her own mind, and if this is the case, then it will be done in its entirety. Here then are my various blogs;

http://theanaconda.blogspot.com is this site; which captures more of my personal journey and history. It reflects more of Australian and Canadian influence, over the years I spent in New Zealand, with nary a mention of that period in my life. Not to say that New Zealand has not played a meaningful part in my life. It was N.Z. that gave me my english skills developed enough to be able to write these blogs, and communicate ideas as clearly as I am able. The beauty of N.Z. is legendary, though it has not had the same magical impact on my psyche as Australia has had, or the lasting memories that Canada left me with. It did however, influence me greatly, and while not speaking of N.Z. perhaps that is because it is a well kept secret, and one of the beauty spots of the world that I lived in for my youth and young adult life.

http://spiritwinddreaming.blogspot.com is the blog that speaks of coming from our best sides, and feeding the side of ourselves we wish to see in our every day. Not to say that everyone has that ambition, as I found out when with my 16 year old aborigine friend in Western Australia in the Kimberley's five years ago now, whose dream was to commit suicide which he succeeded in doing six months after I had left........No I have come to see; painful though that has been, that we all have a various mix of dreams, not all of them necessarily balanced, but all our own homework, no matter the path chosen. I just choose in this series to come from my best side.

http://thespiritwind.blogspot.com is the site I have written more extensively on, which is our universal need to "Move The Consciousness" if we indeed are to survive the coming changes. Some may be developed enough in their own consciousness that death will be defeated in our lifetime for such folks. Will I be one of those? If I do not manifest the ideal body for myself in the transition, it is unlikely I will choose to take the tiring and ageing body into the forever. I will choose more likely to come back as my creation where I can be a humble creator directing Spirit with Intention, to bring the best to all.

http://thewindstill.blogspot.com is the counterpoint to myself. My self doubting and personal issues are sometimes allowed to be shown here. So as not to make a political statement of any kind, I take care in what is written as personal issues to me. I do not give a big treatment, for I openly state that we get what we feed, so just give enough counter-spin to show how human I am, and to show that idealisms don't live in the real world of living. Windstill is opposite in meaning, to Spiritwind. One moves, the other is paradoxically still.......

http://thebecomingone.blogspot.com speaks of how we can identify with the divinity within us all, and how that may look if we have to speak from that place. Stepping up to the plate, and digging the teeth into deeper issues of the forever dream. If our consciousness is to survive into forever, then it is forever that we need to dream about for our consciousness to rise to that level of being. That is the only way in my humble opinion, for our present small dreams to survive to that level, if love is the underlying matrix.

Those are the blogs for this series. I have also written blogs under the totem name I have been given for the Bunjalung, and my sovereign name is Myban (pronounced; mi-BARN) which is the Bunjalung Wedge Tailed Eagle; the Warp and Woof of reality itself; the Eagle that Carlos Casteneda writes about that holds all awareness at the end of the day! I have one blog still running, that can be accessed; http://dreamtimewalkabouts.blogspot.com

I doubt that this will be the last series written on by me, as the wisdom one has still yet to be written speaking well aimed words to sum up life itself. That has still to be written, and will take years of thinking about still. Whether it will appear or not, waits to be seen, but it is hoped the dream will last long enough so that it does come to be. That is my personal ambition, along with getting what has been written to press for a wider audience and to those who have not been able to access the net or the series of writings.

There has been thousands who have read the writings over the years, and to those following, I owe my humble thanks, for I doubted that I was even writing in the best way. I never thought this would turn into an art form, but there you have it, for all to read! This post will be copied and pasted into my whole writings so that no matter which one accessed, this index will be there on them all......

To many happy hours of reading........

Love to all,

~Spiritwind~

Inwards or Outwards

2009-01-31T14:04:00.004+10:00

The rhythm of switching between our thought going inward or outward makes the choice to change directions, difficult to make. We can only do one or the other at the same time. The pressure that has had society driving us inward is now forcing change for us. To me, this is the cycle between these two opposites, as one leads to the other eventually, like the yin turns into yang. I am certain that I have just gone full circle from inwards to now seeking the outward journey.

The schools, our homes, our offices, our malls; is a seeming addiction to the architecture of the square that has us all trapped in our mind to believe in box thinking and living. Multi-dimensional square thinking from square living with logic and reason being our own guiding thinking to justify such behaviour.

In this inward journey, we have learnt the art of keeping a journal, writing a blog; if we wish to leave some kind of legacy of being. What we write about in a generalized way, is a make believe world of illusion and fantasy. We even get to eat our choice of flavoured buttered popcorn while sitting in our own favourite box office seat at home. In this seat, we are fed a luxurious empty diet of made to taste food, while we sell out on the little boy's dream of adventure, in order to play life through a set game that is interactive with capitalism.

Trapped in a prison in our own minds, we perhaps have come to inherit this by the inevitable of ending up in a prison if conformity is not followed. So we play the game by the rules, and stay in one box of thinking to play our various games. We have all kinds of rules to follow and sports, with rules for every game, and we get addicted to a routine and running by a clock. Yes, we have out dream and image too. The ancestral connections within us all, seem to be kicking in, with end result of a tribal voice that can emerge. A dance towards the deepest inner realizations from going deeply within. From cross checking everything, and creating double the defence mechanisms, no-one goes into that inner world of our hallowed minds. Micro sorcery to the max, and enjoying it! We get to know ourselves to be gods of our own domain. Our own limits is our own imagination perhaps is the only thing that limits the dream. Everyone has or is happy with certain aspects of the self, for we tell ourselves that we are so. Surrounding ourselves with the people who agree with us, gets the support we all seek with our supporters and friends.

Our work, our individual specialized language of our chosen fields, our homes, mobile phones, net, mobility and diversity of intellectually protected rights to our own inherit part of ownership of the system. We have target marketed ourselves to create the "who that we want to be". We made the current flavour of the millennium of going inwards, with the image of the successful person in an outward world. Playing the game of life has its rewards of the bigger boy with his bigger toys!

Sooner or later, we must justify to ourselves the reason why we must conform to the world and its laws, as our very own reason for existence. There is nothing real in any of it, only the value we have placed on it. The rest of it is societies make believe story allowed to be imposed on us in order to play the game of living in a false world. The inner world of our imagination collectively gone wild, keeping the mind full of trivia, we have forgotten who it is we are.

We are gods manifest, and we give all our power away. We each have cellular memory, DNA memories, and even ancestral memories. We have probed that deeply within, that our inner god has begun to awaken. Unfortunately, it looks for what is real in an imaginary world made through our own micro sorcery. Personally, methinks the whole thing is sorcery done by ourselves to ourselves. Being a participant in our own play has meant some modifications to the script. By ourselves playing the parts.

The realization to go outwards began for me when I pulled apart the matrix of the games we all play. Playing the full gamut of life and tasting it all; has shown me myself.b I began to experiment with healing and travelled from traditional to alternative to shamanic, to indigenous. Yes, I even experimented with entheogens, religion and philosophy, and mysticism. I put together my own dreams then dis-assembled them many times. All my dreams in this life, were realized as I danced them out.

The relationship with country never left me since I was born. It always was my first love, even before my own mother in my mind taking refuge in nature, not my mothers arms. My first memories were of Mother Nature and my first love was of her. I always loved to explore the country I lived in, along with walking it. My anger and pain came from becoming separated from 'my early farm' when very young, and never being able to find that 'energy' again when we moved away.

I never stopped exploring country wherever I ended up living; either in Australia, New Zealand, or Canada. I tried to go bush in all of these countries when I could. I introduced some fun elements of exploring with my own children, whether hills in Kamloops, skiing, or exploring mountain streams in the Kananaskis Mountain range of the Rockies. I did try and align them to have their own relationship to Mother Earth.

Once the connection with aborigines in Australia was made just over a decade ago now, my whole world perspective began to change. After 29 years spent in Canada, I returned to Australia with eyes wide open. A new education bargain on the back of having to deal personally with the consequences that these people have had to bear due to ancestors coming to know them and then stealing their land after fragmenting their families in every which way, from genocide to stolen kids taken elsewhere to live. Horrible consequences beyond the pale of this writing. That my relationship withstood the ravages of grog talk, is amazing as I look back over the last decade.

As I have lived and become more and more a part of the goori family in the Bunjalung, it has begun to dawn just how interconnected country is with culture. As the country has come to know me where I now reside, she has begun to teach me, and talk to me in her own way, giving me thoughts as I walk the land with a 'conscious Mother'. I know it is "She" and that She is gradually opening the door for my outward journey to go further. She has begun to show me what is truly real for me in learning to be grounded into the conscious country and to listen real carefully to her voice. She is showing me how blended culture is with country with the goori's who think and talk for her, and intimately know her flows of energy.

When I am exploring like a big boy, the country in the last month, it was in an aware and awake way. I knew the thoughts that formed in my mind were from the country, for I allowed them to come in my mind, and to flow through me as if my own. Country speaking through the flow of my own thoughts coming from just walking the country. It was neat for me to realize that country did not need an interpreter or translator, and that she could teach as directly as "She" did. I made the realization that just from walking country, that was as conscious as myself, and that hard wired communication could be had.

Much of my realizations in the bush come from my questioning my own outward journey compared to the journey had from going within. It is only through my own wrestling with my own inner alignment back to the reality of country herself. With the culture and folk lore the stories bring, for this part of the world, a whole new perspective on my own country is gradually coming forward.

I am writing the outward journey compared to the inner one that I am used to, to being a circle over a square. The circle of learning that exists around me in the bush or from the horizon to horizon reality of country showing herself to me, compared to the boxed thinking that I am used to from societal conditioning. It is learning from a circle over a square outer reality, and seeing the mirror of the outer reflecting my own inner world. It is the identifying my own misalignment's, with the reality of what I have been finding out in country 'herself'. With the culture and folk lore the stories bring, for this part of the world, a whole new perspective on my own country, is gradually coming forward. It is learning to put things back into a flow of natural energy coming from nature herself, over the artificial world of laws that take away from such natural flow.

The flow goes from inner to outer and from outer to inner, and the comparisons between the two in a self reflecting way. It is learning to be gods of our own domain admittedly from being in diapers or nappies, the right way. In relationship with country herself so that our own DNA can re-align to the natural flow of energy from the outer world of nature. By walking it, and allowing such healing to occur, I open myself to the truth of the Oneness of everything so that true magic is allowed to be seeded into my very soul. It is thereby an opening to new perspectives and possibilities of what can be found in a very real way of what is, and always 'will be'.

I get to see the inner and the outer, and how well the alignment has been adjusted. It is taking the fixed view for a more fluid one, so that by giving myself permission to be flexible, allowing country to be the same to me. Allowing fixed nature of things to become fluid again. Allowing my own choice to reflect the best of myself over the worst. It is allowing myself to move beyond my own judgements and controls to move to a higher level beyond our own dualities. As we learn this collectively, our 'god' like consciousness becomes activated for tribal voice and tribal mind to begin to reappear through universal imagery reflected both to our inner world from a true outer reality. It then changes the square thinking to a flowing circle. That is the message to me for the moment in my New Dreamtime world I have now begun.

~Spiritwind~

Bye, Pop Monaghan

2008-12-09T12:44:00.006+10:00

He came to the house just wishing to have a drink, and sleep. Every member of the family tried to talk to him, but he became incoherent, and everyone thought it just the drink. Lewis told him to lie down and have a rest, which he made him comfortable to do, as he always does. Next day, he did not look good to me, and I wondered how he had fared with the mosquitoes outside through the night. After a days sleep, he was attempted to be roused from sleep, but no-one could rouse him, so an ambulance was called. After many tests, he was admitted to the intensive care unit.

During this phase, Lewis and I were in the garage where he had slept, and a King Parrot (green wings, and red breast) came and sat on the clothes line. When Lewis held up his hand towards the parrot, the parrot (female) flew around his hand, into the shed, and onto a clothes line that was above where pop had laid. Here the bird eye'd the garage, and after half a minute, flew out the same way it had come in.

Lewis recognized the parrot as the totem of Grandmother, and told his wife to go to the hospital immediately, as it was a call from the Dreamtime. During that period, Pop died in hospital, never regaining consciousness. I had been present for the whole thing, including the visit by the Parrot. At the time when pop was just lying there, I did have the feeling that everything had gone pretty fluid in my being and perception, and I balanced out inside of myself at the time, but noted the feeling of fluidity present. That came back to me in hindsight, along with the putting together in my mind around the parrot, and a goori telling me that totems generally came to take people 'home' to the Dreamtime. I witnessed it all, though before he died, had spoken privately to Lewis wife, telling her that perhaps I could bring her dad back, but would he really want that(?) The request never went beyond the suggestion, but these are the accurate facts surrounding the gentle death of a fine warrior and loving husband, and father to a lot of people who truly loved him. No doubt he will be missed, as we only have one father in life, and this he was to children and grandchildren who were proud of him, and he of them.

Having slept in pop's family home, and my being part of the family for the year, has given me insight into the love that flows in the family, and the willingness of pop and his wife to always be there for the grandchildren to come and stay whenever they wished. As we come up to the funeral, I am sure that everyone will agree, that his life had the flow of love always around, and that he will be loved into the Dreamtime, and the forever. Farewell pop, know that you were loved, and were love. I am sure the Bunjalung will turn out for the funeral, and expect to see the largest tribute.

Since his passing, much cleansing has taken place with good rain falls, and thunderstorms throughout the Bunjalung. No doubt he has peered into this theatre already viewing the end of his welcomed life here. Farewell pop...........

Myban

The Very First Walk Back To Eden

2008-02-20T10:19:00.001+10:00

A world historic walk back to the original Garden of Eden, is planned through the Bunjalung Jugan Week to be held in the middle of June, 2008. Bunjalung Walker will lead those answering the invitation to the world, at that time. Walker is in the unique position to have been invited to join us from the Dreamtime during our lifetime, in order that this happens for the very first time in recorded history, since the myth of man having being shut out of such a garden back in the beginning. In many traditions and beliefs, that place might be called, heaven, paradise, the Dreamtime, the Kingdom, yet perhaps they are all one and the same. Maybe we might best describe it as our spiritual side with opened spiritual eyes in a physical place that can take us back to the spiritual beginning.

What we might find there, is any dead ancestors or favourite dead animals that we might wish to reconnect with. Or we might have more interest in the original tree of life(?) or a plant person intent on bringing new seed back, from a plant that has already disappeared off the earth plane and become extinct. Or we might wish to know the stories of how the energy is in certain places on the earth, and the ancestor stories from the Dreamtime that actually made it so. Each person might have different expectations and questions, and to each, different manifestations may take place. (As I believe that the original tree of life was Cannabis, and having some of the top cannabis scientists as personal friends, I can see the value of such a plant, and would love to bring back some original seed for cataloguing and re-seeding as heritage seed.) Others beside me, might be more involved in the anthropology of how certain plants became known to do various things.

If some of the countries politicians came on the walk, what difference would it make? I think that the change will be that dramatic, that the area would be seen as sacred; with the gates to heavens door, being well and truly taken care of, way beyond anything done before. Here we have a race (Australian Aborigines) who say that they go back to before time began, where the world questions this to possible migration patterns they may have taken from south east asia. I do not know why we simply cannot take their word for it, for we have no other race to disprove their position on this. This walk certainly would prove the truth of the matter. I am sure some answers to questions will go a long way, for not only do I think we can go back, but I also think that we can go forward to see what reactions in our world, our actions will make. We will be able to see the folly of our ways, and what it will take to heal the planet as we now know it. No need for scientific studies, once the walk of walks has been done.

Say you come along on this invited walk; what kind of questions would you like to have answered? If you could come, then the planning would need to begin now, for the trip is planned in the middle of June, in Bunjalung Country in the northern rivers district of NSW, here in Australia. The country begins about 500 miles north of Sydney, and is actually a part of Brisbane, or the south bank of the Logan River, and south, which takes in the Gold Coast of Queensland. The cost that will be levied, is $50 for those living in Bunjalung and $500 for those outside of its borders. That will include the festivities of Bunjalung Week, one bush tucker meal a day, and the walk of walks into the mystical mountain that only Bunjalung Walker can lead us on. A whole week of celebrations that is a giant Welcome to Country! I will be there, and expect it to be one of the highlight of my life, and perhaps the reason for being here at this time. Come and join me, and let’s dance and have some fun together! There will be plenty of love to go around in every way, and will begin a new love wave that is the logical conclusion to the love movement of the sixties. Of course it is hard to imagine, but if our thought is given in a visionary way beyond what is seen, maybe our mind’s eye can imagine it. That just takes practice in dreaming. I am sure such lessons will be enhanced during the Dreaming Walkabouts.

This could well be the mythical 144,000 making their ascension, into heaven, but according to Bunjalung Walker, in his country there are rock paintings that predict the awakening of Australians after the Blood Red Moon. He is determined to fulfil this prophecy according to his people. A journey to Shamballa? Maybe some will view this as such, yet to me, it simply will be the fulfilment of my soul’s desire to become one with all there is. I urge the reader to examine your own heart, and see if it is ready enough to come and join us on this walk. Are you ready for such a dream of your own to come true? Maybe it may be why Australia dodges the cataclysmic changes predicted my Gordon Scallion due to awakening to the Sacred aspects of life. Why leave it just to Australians to enjoy, when the invitation is for the world to come along too?

Bunjalung Walker doesn’t look at your religious beliefs or doctrines. He is colour blind, as well as tolerant of any religious beliefs, no matter what that might be. His spiritual journey is based on country, and not something from a book. Culture here, reflects the country, and the unconditional love that flows through what little of paradise still remains here. The animals and birds are found to be much friendlier here, than elsewhere, with many parrots prepared to eat out of a persons hand, in Bunjalung country. It is clear to see, that there still is original connections back to the very beginning, that have been fostered in the culture to last till the end.

This will be a great 40th anniversary celebration (of the sixties hippies) of that time, to take that to a new level, and finally have the opportunity of going to the other side of the rainbow. Plan on joining us here, for a week of high spiritual and sacred adventure, that will change the world’s focus and soul, forever! I certainly hope so, and by going on such a journey, short circuit other social policies that are mere bandages for a sick world. A new beginning, and a New Dreamtime is the thought for the day, and is up to us to fulfil.

~Spiritwind~

Musings on the Run

2008-01-25T09:57:00.000+10:00

Apart from my humdrum existence that is the same as everyone else’s, where I battle my own demons, and need to be careful not to feed my emotional volcano, I wonder sometimes whether there is a place for dreaming. This part is always idealistic, and to some people, perhaps even disillusioned, but have proved to myself that if a dream is held firmly enough, then at least it manifests in some form, even if the whole dream goes sideways in the process. So it is always a learning experience for me, and to allow myself to be fully human, warts and all. To forgive the parts of myself I judge, and to see above the mundane for the lessons, is always challenging, so as to avoid the whacks in the side of the head that too often come along. I feel as though I am getting too old for those, but realize that if someone chooses to dance with Spirit, then it is like dancing on a knife edge, so crucial some decisions become one way or the other.

We are living in a time where the sacred is already peaking through the clouds of our reality in the sacred geometry that is there for the aware to see. I watched in awe with the Bunjulung warrior, Lewis, as the clouds formed images before our eyes, in the night sky. I am sure the Dreamtime was having a direct conversation with his mind at some level, and was glad to be present with him for this awesome display in the heavens. I am also grateful that some of the things done with Lewis, were happy and joyous times, with little clouds in my consciousness other than my own doubts and fears. It is time to begin the deconstruction of my reality, as what has manifest to me, is two places to live; one deep in the bush, and one that is half in the bush. Both of these places I now see as being half-way houses to my dream of learning bush survival skills with Lewis, and perhaps the launching pad into such a domain, and from there to the spirit of the country to manifest, opening up the Dreamtime and other dimensions.

It has taken time and hardship for me to get there, with a final whack in the side of the head for my procrastination to get on with the job, so I know that I now must plough forward into the unknown with full trust in the dance with Spirit, and with Love itself. It will be good to be in the bush without a TV or media to cloud my mind to what is, and for me to put my truth into the context of country itself, where Lewis will be able to guide me the best way from the thousands of years of learning from the ancestors. I am sure he lives through some of their eyes, so powerful is his knowledge and wisdom for a young man. Getting into the meat of the dream, stops me from getting too critical and caught up with petty tyrants of my own making. This set of circumstances gets me away from my patterning, and conditioning, environment, and beliefs. Allows time for a pleasant deconstruction of what is real in my own mind, to allow the flow of what is new to slowly emerge. It is time for me to allow it all to flow in Spirit, and for Spirit to begin to make known its own country above our own.

My Nexus for the beginning of this phase, has just passed, and was quite the kick for me, and perhaps somewhat not welcomed, nor wanted, though the signs were there for me to see. I chose not to see it, and to try and carry on with my normal life stuck away in my “cave” that I had placed myself for a few years. Progress was always made, but perhaps not as swiftly as I could have moved. Spirit has sure booted me into gear, telling me it is time for the actions described above. The beginning of change is on me, and it is exciting, with full adventure and fun staring me full in the face! I am far more confident of dancing with Spirit in an aware and awake way, than sitting still waiting for the nudge from it that it is time to dance. From no dance to full dance, just because “it” said that now is the time. For me, the dance now is with no fear, only the flow of unconditional love spiralling to new heights of wonder and happiness. It is nice to have the ultimate dream manifesting before me, being glad to be alive for the stupendous changes facing us all. Allowing the images to register, and to interpret them rightly, is perhaps the challenge my mind faces. Perhaps I will only work those out from deconstructing the past, and learning what the new brings in its messages. Or just maybe it will be new dimensions to the old, and maybe both old and new merging. Whatever the outcome, it certainly will not be a jaded been there before routine, but one that will “blow” my mind, of that I am certain!

Learning respect and appreciation for everything around us, seems to be the lesson facing me right now, including the teaching others not to step on my toes, if they do not want me to forcibly remove them off my space. I do not wish to judge myself for doing something too harshly or rashly, as most things have been measured beforehand, and the consequences fully known from any action on anyone’s side. Seeing the inner workings of what caused action/reaction, without finger pointing, is always the challenge to an aware person, without need of deepening any crisis point faced. This nexus I just went through, was disturbing to me, and all those around me, radiating out even into my community, yet still small potatoes in comparison to what happens in the street each day. Enough to say that the Spirit is now moving when it comes to myself, and that results from the flow will be seen as the dream begins to unfold as it should. There appears to be higher consciousness at work, and me at my most human and un-knowing way, trying to make sense of it all.

It is welcome to Spirit time, and hold the judgements!

With fresh and renewed love,
~Spiritwind~

Walkabout with an aborigine chieftain

2007-10-31T10:48:00.000+10:00

Last week, I left my volunteer work to find Lewis Walker, the Bunjulung Spiritual Guardian in town. The next day had aborigines pouring into my village when they heard that Lewis was present, from the top of their country, to the furthest reaches. Lewis stayed at my place as my invited guest, and the next day, we took off for his place in Grafton. Being a bounty of knowledge, one only asks so much before becoming overwhelmed with the abundance of information that Lewis possesses. Before he was born, there were sacred ceremonies held on him as a growing baby in his mothers womb, and once born, he was painted with a special sacred plant of the aborigines which was not allowed to be washed off f0r a period of three months. Following this, he was laid and placed with ants. They never entered his mouth, eyes, or ears, and one can only conjecture, left to one's imagination!

So Lewis grew up in the bush, learning many aborigine languages, with him finally being exposed to english in his early teen years. I thought that this was pretty good for a guy who is just 37-39 age group, to be grown up in the bush. He took me back to his grandma's land where he grew up, and I soon realized that Lewis had grown up between dimensions around things we know nothing about. Like CS Lewis books, the Narnia series where someone walked through a wardrobe to another dimension, spending years there, yet none on this dimension, Lewis also has done that in his "second world" that only certain aborigines seem priviledged to know about. Lewis told me that he went into the bush for 2 hours, yet on another dimension, he was gone for 9 years. That is like going into the bush, and coming back knowing everything in a 2 hour period. I doubt that this can be beaten anywhere on the planet, let alone find something similar!

So when we went last week into the bush, we went to do turtle hunting. Having been a lifetime vegetarian, I approached the whole thing with trepidation, as I was not a willing subject. First, the river had big stones as its foundation, and I struggled just to move, let alone try to work out which was a boulder, and which one was a turtle. Lewis told me to lay into the river, and move forward like a crocodile, which I was able to do in a much less stressed way. Finally, when Lewis had caught half a dozen turtles, we went to the bank of the river, and lit a fire. On the way, Lewis had me hold a turtle, still alive; to connect with its spirit before it lost its life. I gave permission for the critter to piggyback my own consciousness, and treated it with love and compassion, knowing its end was nigh.

After preparing the turtle, and washing of intestines, Lewis cooked it all on the fire, and gave me most of the animal to eat. I found the meat to be not that unpalatable for a vegetarian, though will not be seeking to eat turtle again, anytime soon. Immediately following this, I felt an energy shift that enabled me to experience the turtle totem and dreamtime. I felt stronger, and my neck felt like a turtle's neck. Having never had this meat (or a meal of any meat before) I was sensitive enough to know the difference it caused in my system, and the feelings resulting from the experience. As it was a sacred experience, I did not have a problem eating this sacrificed morsel and thank the turtle for the experience it has given me.

What next? Maybe goanna, or kangaroo, but I do not know, and that is completely up to the Bunjulung Custodian who gave me permission and guidance to do by his side, what few get to experience in their lives, here in Australia. Of course, I look forward to learning more about plants than animals, but understand their need to hunt for meat living in the bush. For the mere fact that Lewis had done that for one third of his life, is a demonstration that this is still happening in spite of western civilization, here in Australia. Lewis pointed out to me, where I could find tribes living in the mountains. That, I keep close to my heart, and do not think it knowledge to be shared, for fear of their lives being interfered with. Of course I look forward to going deeper into the bush, and maybe another dimension into the Dreamtime itself. Time will tell, and the close walk that I get to share with Lewis.

Bunjulung Jugan was the first land in the world, and the first aborigines were Bunjulung. Going further, all aborigine law was an outgrowth of the Bunjulng way, and its way is the way of Love, for thousands of years since creation. They can tell me the very nature of creation and its infrustructure in a very advanced way, for time is not as we think it to be. They have had the very best scientists in the world, along with top sorcerers and clever men, still alive and well to this very day. All that I can say, is that the land itself exudes love and a grand feeling for sharing in its bounty. I look forward to more excursions soon..................

~Spiritwind~

Pacing Myself

2007-08-30T11:45:00.000+10:00

In the day to day world where I must make each step with a goal in mind, multi-tasking becomes a way of life, where many things are begin in each moment. By doing several things at once, there is new life given to ideas that have a chance to come to fruition beyond just daydreaming about them. I have spoken about a local dream for my own community where I live, that is gradually taking shape. The infrastructure is in place, and after one month of new management, looks like we have what it takes to make a go of things in our local community and area. The focus is back on us as individuals for homework, and immediate development, over thinking in global terms. Back to the village, and local tribe type situation is called for, as the global system shows more and more, the cracks that will be its demise.

To that end, our community technology centre (CTC) has a Local Energy Trading System (LETS) that has been going for a dozen years, and is seeking to get a new lease on life as trading based on money begins to look sick in this credit crunch time. The CTC is also functioning as a local cottage industry incubator, that is not focussed on any big dreams of making anyone into a millionaire, but functioning more in the way of putting peoples gifts and talents on display in a business kind of way, for trading in whatever way they choose. While things for the greedy are beginning to look grim, to those on the ground focussed on where the rubber meets the ground, it still has health for the visions being applied towards health on many levels, both individually, the earth, and the future.

While it is true that our virtual world is very real, it is also true that it sometimes is not very grounded in the reality of present moments in a functioning world. However, having said that, it must also be remarked that this virtual world does indeed train us up to begin to visualize and create visions and dreams that have long been forgotten in the modern world. We have gotten used to others doing things for us, to the detriment of learning to do things for ourselves, so that there are many around who are quite target marketed, but not many who are good wearing any and every hat that has come their way. That seems to be in a lost few, due to the target marketing of our day and age, where each person has sought to find their way. Wearing different hats is something that a virtual world allows us to try on for size, and where our strengths, gifts, and ideas like to go. The net in this regard, is a godsend, as it is awakening people faster than anything the past has offered, due to lack of real contact with others on a similar path. Those problems are now gone, and our world is one where time is already diverging into a Multi-verse of visions and actions.

That is no different to what we find each day in say, my world of the CTC, with a visitor beside me while I write this, who is writing his email in Japanese, while in our other room, developmental ideas continue to progress. Much happens that makes the world go round in our moments, and how well we can multi-task, determines how well any dream begins to come true. They all can come true, first in our minds, then in the real world, through a step by step process everyone has to go through. If done with love, it is still a great place to do our homework in our lives, and a great place to have fun, smell some roses along the way, and aid others in the processs of living!

We do make that difference, if done in love............

~Spiritwind~

Repeating the warm memories

2007-08-11T15:43:00.000+10:00

Childhood produced an adventure a day, with enough repetition to make putting it all together, more or less a continual game that continued into adulthood. Facing constant change lessened anxiety and fear for what the morrow brought, and instead, a colourful daydreaming emerged that even teachers sometimes had trouble breaking me out of. There was enough difference in the adventures however, to always keep life interesting, and what became to rote and boring, simply was avoided and not played with for very long at all. A certain arrogance emerged from such a setting, for I thought that I need not put up with anything much that I did not wish to feed into, and was my way of avoidance for what life was bringing to my door.

Instead, life had to give my lessons on the run, over learning them from the same environment or bunch of people seen day after day. The only ones I saw a lot of, was my own family, which was tenuous at the best of times due to the different stresses on our family that was present, to the ones growing up in one location all of the time. By age seventeen, I had left home, as had my older brother, and my younger brother followed a year later when he had just turned fifteen. If there was any return for any of us, it was only for a short term beyond this, though mum and dad always tried to make us feel at home, no matter where in the world they chose to move to and live. Dad had begun his nomadic life early, for he had emigrated to Australia when just four, and it took him till his young man years before he made it back to England working on a cargo ship, to get back to close to where he was living as a child.

After his voice training and time spent with the RAF, he somehow acquired the desire to travel on the back of his dynamic operatic tenor voice. I never paid that much attention when young, to when dad was in his prime for his voice, and when I was twelve years old, he had already moved beyond those prime years, when I began to accompany him for a decade. We were a good team, and I loved to just sit and play new songs all of the time, picking the ones I knew he would like, and getting accolades if indeed he did choose the ones I liked. Over time, however, I gained my own appreciation for my own kinds of sounds that were different to what dad sang, and more suited to the instruments I was playing at the time. I spent years on the piano, then over many years, got to experience most of the electric organs that the different churches were buying. Growing with technology was challenging, though I did manage to keep up with the latest and best of the electronic organs of my day. I loved to play them to their limits, and if it made the whole place shake, then the better I liked it. I liked lots of bass, and liked to have every finger of my hands playing a note, multiplied through the organ, made for grand listening and playing.

Between dad and I, we had a library full of music, though as I began to move more myself, as I reached my own adult years, I began to note that it became too hard to cart all of the things around with me, that I grew up with, and gradually, I allowed this to change, losing much along the way, and whole wall full of books. What used to take a big truck to move me, I paired back to just my two trusty suitcases, and as I have aged further, have seen the advantage of travelling and living just from a backpack. Now that I have traced a full circle to almost where I started, I realize that the ideal for a nomad, was either the swaggy I got to know when in my childhood, or the aborigines who literally can walk away from it all. I too, have reached the point where no materialism can hold me, or keep my over a barrel. No money, thing, or control is allowed unless I wish it. Wouldn’t a magical creature want it this way?

~Spiritwind~

Backdrop for Learning

2007-07-11T09:55:00.000+10:00

With the writing of my family background, it is no surprise to find that this was the backdrop for my life as a nomad, and adventurer. Neither is it a coincidence that my dad was a clergyman, and that I came from a religious background from which spirituality came to a head, once religion was seen for what it is. That was a means to an end for spirituality, and once seen, was allowed to drop away, and acknowledged for the role it played as a foundational tool along the way. I made the decision to not replace one religion with another, even though I did appreciate the community in which I was raised. That too, was allowed to go, and it has only been of late in Nimbin, where I have found a community that is tolerant no matter how bad the abuse that is clearly seen by all. I see this place as an interesting microcosm where "love" is played out, and more often than not, is only found after working through 'using and abusing' for not knowing any better way to proceed.

Although on one level, there is no time, for our bodies, there is a point in the "moment" where the dream is still being dreamt out. As we are in the midst of the Beginning of the New Dreamtime, it is not assumed that there is a particular outcome. I do look and ponder at the Universals which sometimes appear to be generalisations to those wishing to pick fault with my line of thinking, yet to me, that is semantics due to our different understandings of different wording strung together. That perhaps is no different than two people choosing to take a debating position around anything said, so that slow progress is indeed the outcome. I do not choose to allow such frustration of not being able to communicate my ideas well enough for another to pick fault with, to slow down the conclusions I reach each and every day. I do get some comments I may not agree with, but allow them to stand, due to the fact that each person is allowed their say. Such is the nature of reality, and for some people, I may appear as a devil, and to others a guru. Each is allowed their own picture, and is dependant on their own perspective. This also allows me to be tolerant of others views, even if opposing my own.

From the interaction of life on my own, and understanding how things have worked for me, I am able to piece together from the peace where I balance out from inside; then the result is the fountain from which my own wisdom rises. I also take advisement as to my repetitive wording in my blogs, and wish to state to any readers, that I get to know myself better by thinking out loud, which is how the blogs run. They are my thoughts, and though my might put them sometimes in the wrong context that is misunderstood, and should perhaps talk more from my own perspective, rather than saying "You" or making the context more personal, I allow the reader to separate out those things that they might find useful for themselves, and those things that issue is taken. I cannot make friends with everyone, and I struggle with concepts often. I am no-one's guru but my own, and follow no other person or thought. If in the process I am able to think outside of the box enough to challenge the reader as to his/her own thinking, then I have succeeded in evoking a shift in consciousness.

This whole series has been a learning and a homework over many years of travel and thought. I have enjoyed the process and journey, and leave what little I am able to write behind as a legacy. To finish off about my culture to which I owe my background, I have the following observation to add. There are many cultures around the world that honour their ancestors when doing sacred rites. These cultures "know" that they are still present in their consciousness, even if long ago they have left this plane of existence. And so it will be with these writings, for I will not be here for long, as life is so short. It is up to me to make my mark now, and in pure consciousness, when revisiting the seeds of what I have sown in this life, be able to revisit and "look" in via a variety of perspectives, at the result of the writings that I leave on behalf of my own family where they have not been able to write on behalf of the others. (Thanks dad, for your legacy to me, for example!)

And so it is with all of us, and all the more reason for us to pause and reflect as to what it is we choose to leave behind that will positively make a difference in the world both now, and in the future, and in retrospect. If love, it will build and grow, and if just a pleasant romp in the park, then perhaps it will be no more than a bug living his life over a few days. It really is up to us, and nothing should worry us at all about any level of control other than our own. So make love your path to wander and sow, and wild flowers of joy will grow and blossom as a result...........enjoy your life, and have fun!

~Spiritwind~

(Second part)

2007-07-07T14:06:00.000+10:00

My parents after the war, emmigrated back to Australia. My mother was the first chinese war bride to be allowed into Australia when they settled in Adelaide, South Australia. My eldest brother was born there (Clement Theodore), and at that time, dad made the decision to quit opera singing, and become a minister of religion. He let go of his Church of England beliefs to become a Seventh Day Adventist, and from that day on, the house became vegetarian. Travelling to Cooranbong, in the Central Coast of NSW, where the church had their university and factory to make the famous Australian Weetbix, my father attended theological college. It was during this time that I was born (Benjamin Laurence) in Kurri Kurri, the closest hospital to the school. I have written about this place earlier in this blog.

Before my dad was able to complete his studies, they decided to put him to work as a singing evangelist throughout the churches reaches in the south seas. The first moves took us into south west NSW into the Riverina area, where we began to travel to all of the small towns through the early 1950s. My younger brother was born in Wagga Wagga (Warner Owen) after moving into the region. It seemed like a constant moving experience, for as long as I can remember due to my dad being a human singing canary that people simply could not get enough of. So began a life that has had me live in hundreds of places in three countries, with stories that could be told from them all. Experience and adventure was the name of the game to me as a child. By the time I was beginning to climb up in primary school, we moved to Sydney, where I began music (keyboard) training with Trinity College of Music in England, and Royal School of Music. By the age of 12, I had begun to accompany my father in his singing, and became his main accompanist for a decade beyond this.

By age 17, I had left home, though went back one more year before turning twenty, after living in New Zealand for several years, where all of the high school was done. During our teen years, my parents went through the floods downstream of Warragamba Dam when they had to release the water, back in the early 60s, where we found ourselves in a civil defense position. They continued with their interest in this field in NZ, and when they emmigrated to Canada, worked to clothe 20,000 people from 50 nationalities around the world, single-handedly. They worked tirelessly from 7 in the morning till late at night, for years, and had hundreds of children who called them "mum and dad" due to their having been separated from their own parents sent to other destinations. At this time, United Nations sent in a film crew to film the operation, and the Premier of the Province wrote a letter saying that it was a model for work between church and state.

A true superstar, my dad retired in Vancouver, BC, in Canada; until his death on Feb 28th, 2002. Mum continues to live in the Lower Mainland of BC, and presently lives in an old folks home there.

~Spiritwind~

William Percy Cook

2007-07-05T14:49:00.000+10:00

Was born on January 21st 1921, in Aldershot, England. He came from the Baldwin family of Ireland, though he told me that we have german and celtic roots. He had a twin sister who died at birth, and dad was so small when born, that he had to be wrapped in cotton wool. He survived, and was one of the last children of a big family. They emmigrated out to Adelaide in Australia, when he was only four years old, where he grew up by the seaside of Semiphore through the great depression years. Life was not easy for dad through that time, and he rarely talked about it without some painful look on his face about its severity. He simply did not wish to talk about it. So nothing about dad's childhood I know about, other than he had to have tin on the bottom of his shoes, and had to sit and eat even the fat of the meat at the table.

Dad was born with an exceptional singing voice, and won most competitions he ever entered in the city of Adelaide till they actually banned him from going into further competitions due to his winning them all. Even identifying classical music on the ABC from just a few bars being played, he could do better than anyone else. Where he gained such knowledge of classical music, had to have been learnt in his childhood, for he certainly knew most anything played by the ABC as I grew up, whether heavy or light classical.

The trade that dad learned, was to be a fitter and turner, and all his life long, he enjoyed tinkering with things, just to fix them, or find a way to make it work. I am sure from the work he did as a young man, that he damaged his eyesight, so that he always had glasses from that point on, that were like magnifying glasses, so hard were they to see through!

When dad was old enough, he applied for a job to work on a carrier ship to work his way back to England, the place of his birth. When he arrived, he had precious little with him, but dad learnt to be a survivor in those days, with the help of having lived through the depression of the thirties.

Voice training took place in England beyond that which he had in Adelaide, and when the war broke out, dad joined the RAF in England, but was stationed in South America as a radio operator. He knew his morse code well, and never forgot the dit-dit-dahs for the rest of his days. During this time, dad did the opera circuit of South America, and gained letters of introduction to the top music conductors of his day, namely, Toscanini, and Toruso. Enrico Caruso's personal physician presented dad in South America, with Caruso's personal Sword, so impressed with dad's singing he was. He also had Winnifred Atwell accompany him when he was in Trinidad, though told me she could not do handle classical music, and true to form, she turned to her famous honky tonk playing that she was known for.

In Trindad, dad met mum, who was eighteen at the time, and not interested in him. So dad dated her sister, so that she became jealous, and got in the back door that way. From what I know, he was engaged to an English girl, to be married; but when dad gained mum as his girlfriend, he dropped his engagement, and married mum in Trinidad. My mother is 100% chinese, though my ancestors left China in the boxer revolution, so no culture was left by the time my mother was born.

(End of first part)
~Spiritwind~

My Culture

2007-06-26T08:06:00.000+10:00

In this series, I have with admiration looked at the long culture of the aborigines and the wealth of information available to those seeking knowledge from their stories within stories. I have not focussed in the problems they have faced, either in modern times, or ancient ones, for it is obvious that even the totemic ancestors had their problems in their fluid state.

We all have to come to a place from our reading where decisions are made for the self, arising from what is addressed on the inside of us all. To do so means not accepting another's culture over our own, and means that we take responsibility for the interaction of our own set of learnings and how they interact with the culture we might find ourselves in. It is this point in history, where everything that is past or future seems to answer to, for it is the present reality, shaped by our culture, and culmination of the ancestors living through our genes, DNA and spirits.

My culture only goes back to what I remember in my life. Having lived a nomadic life without a single place I can look back to as home, the same can be said of people. So the only history I have to go by, is the knowledge of my own father and mother, and that is about all. Hence my writing does reflect this fluidity without base, that dances around the stage of life wearing one hat or another, or moving out of one chapter into another. So at this point, I wish to write a little history of my own family, as it is this that sets the warp and woof of my life and writings.

As my dad was the superstar of the family, the story will begin with him, then move to my mum, and events in their life, and a glimpse into my own personal history. As with the aborigines, the emphasis is not placed on the negative programmes that are glitches to us all, but on the positive aspects where my memories like to dwell. So I begin to write again, but this time, from an ever increasing personal level. Blogs are great to write about such things, for we all can identify with each others stories, for we all have the receptors for everything else that exists in our Oneness. After all, I am just another Yourself, seen through my own individual mind and feelings as a human male. Only though knowing oneself does one come to a place where all labels can be transcended, above polarities and judgement, and back towards the dynamic of undifferentiated states.

It is time to begin to look at those aspects of ourselves. Our history is showing this in our level of beginning for example to study stem cells, which are cells in undifferentiated states before they decide whether they are going to be brain cells, kidney cells, bone cells, etc. And so it is with life. Now it is time for me to write about an individual life given to me through my own parents, and spirit itself.....................Enjoy the read in the following days,

~Spiritwind~

Planning The Celebrations

2007-01-19T07:13:00.000+10:00

Bunjulung Nation via one of their tribes will be signing the papers that give acknowledgement of the traditional ownership of the land to the aborigines along with the shared custody of the parks on the New South Wales border. The total land they will now have joint custodianship totalling 6000 sq kms in the biggest deal the aborigines have been able to engineer in Australia to date. In celebration of the changes, a Bunjulung Nations Dance Troupe will tour Woodstock this year, with myself (it is really Spirit that will get the credit as it develops, as we become more aware of it) co-ordinating the event on their behalf at the Troupe's request. This is now official, and one will need to stay tuned to this blog site to see the developments along these lines for the story that is emerging, and the New Dreamtime that Has Begun! Maybe it will be Dreamtime take 2, or Dreamtime 2. This Dreamtime beginning though, we all will participate in eventually. Hopefully this will be the spark that gets the fire going in everyone, to see what is possible, and to begin a new model based on Unconditional Love, which is the Bunjulung Nations philosophy.

Woodstock was founded as Americas colony of the arts in 1902 from a couple of comunes. Woodstock became known and has in actual fact been an alternative community for over 100 years. This has been known to the world through the legendary Aquarius arts festival in August 1969. This festival itself did not take place in Woodstock but actually in Bethel some 50 miles from Woodstock.

Before Nimbin the centre for alternatives in northern NSW was Mullumbimby. A gathering to a sharing alternatives was organised/co-ordinated through the Australian Union of Students.(AUS) that was first to take place in Mullumbimby that the residents objected to. The Aquarius festival eventually took place May 1973 in Nimbin. Since 1973 Aquarius festival Nimbin has been branded as the Alternative capital of Australia.

It is time to return to sacred values, and to move things to a higher level where our own egos can no longer take the credit for the changes, and for us to genuinely see that we ARE spirit having an individual human experience that has awoken to this fact. Making the adjustments from seeing things just from a materialistic and physical body is a challenge, but if we remember to ground our energies to Mother Earth, then we can lessen the possibilities of our spirits dancing too much fantasies and illusions. It is important for us to keep the dream going for our reconnection from our fractionated existence, back to Mother for healing and want of regeneration stretching into infinity. Earth can then be given permission by us to return to the paradise that she has been all along, with new dimensions added.

I encourage each person reading this blog to begin to see that their are positive and viable alternatives that plan on things moving forward and that you will be on the cutting edge to bring this to the forefront. As this is Spirit time for this to happen, watch for the signs for each person to seize on the way through the maze of their paths towards personal power that shows how each may be imbued with Spirit power in the days to come.

The celebrations are almost at the door.......................

Three cheers,

~Spiritwind~

State Government Finally Admits

2007-01-05T07:16:00.000+10:00

The Bundjulung Nation is divided into a variety of aborigine tribes, but one of them scored big in the past few days. The mob I have been associated with, have finally received acknowledgement that the aborigines are the traditional owners of the land, and 19 parks have been now given joint sharing responsibility with this particular tribe of the Bundjulung Nation. Covering the equivalent of 6000 sq kms in area, this is a significant development in the history of making peace in this part of Australia, with the aborigines.

I am sure there will be much celebration from the news, now that the world has been told, that a state government finally has said that they are the traditional owners of the land, and actively done something to mark such a position. This sets the stage for the Bundjulung Nation to finally begin to shift things to their sacred spaces, and certainly will be interesting as to their developments over the next little while.

I will be meeting with some of the top people in this new regime of things to find out what is happening from their perspective and report back any significant developments where we all will be shifted due to their own changes. This country after all, as far as aborigines are concerned, the first place in the world to get the sun on the first day, and every day since.

Kudos to those having laboured so hard for this to happen, and cheers to the tribe for the victory obtained. With Unconditional Love as their philosophy, the developments from here will truly be interesting.

~Spiritwind~

2006-07-30T07:56:00.000+10:00

My Sacred Mountain

2006-07-26T14:57:00.000+10:00

Sitting on top of what I call, my sacred mountain produced some interesting insights. Firstly, as this is the place that the aborigines call “The Very First” place that Father Spirit touched matter, had me thinking that this was a place where some stupendous energy came into the earth, over coming out of it, as found in Bunjulung Country (to the north of Kurri Kurri), and its huge caldera (the largest extinct volcano in the world). At the top of this mountain, it was pretty clear that there was another huge caldera of about 100 mile diameter, and that Mount Tumblebee sat right in the middle of this phenomena. Rather than energy coming out, whatever struck the earth here, went quite deep to produce pure carbon and some of the finest coal in the world, that BHP mined up until quite recently. Mount Tumblebee seems to be the middle of such an event, where the earth rose from the impact of whatever hit the earth.

The earth itself is not that fertile by appearance, even though it seems to be the heartland for one of the richest valleys (Hunter Valley) for wine production in Australia and the world. On top of the mountain the earth is a rainbow of colours from yellow, red, and grey, to shades of blue, and in one rock, speckled with green. The gum trees thus growing out of the top of the mountain have the same pink as the earth appearing in the trunk, mixed with just the right mix of grey, with the bark having a beautifully dappled appearance that would make beautiful art if one tried to reproduce its natural state. The birds at the top of the mountain are midgets, and one would be surprised to find out that there are many moths in Australia that would dwarf such tiny birds.

My bodily feelings was that the energy of this spot, was in perfect balance with my own, and I just rested my energy into that of Mother to allow a healing feeling to balance me out to that from where I was born. It felt so good to feel perfectly aligned to such an energy, that I just knew this to be my energetic Mother Earth from where my beginnings lay. As I sat and meditated, the energy of the spot seemed to pulse the centre of my head, and whether this sounds strange or not, inner light balanced with outer light in my minds eye. I chose not to stay in this state to explore where it might take me, due to this being a flying visit to “my” mountain behind the hospital where I had been born, nearly 56 years ago, with no building between the hospital and Mount Tumblebee in that period of time.

I observed quartz rock, conglomerate rock that brought numerous other rocks into oneness, and strange rocks that seem to have been weathered with time. Below the mountain we witnessed an open cut operation that clearly had signs of coal in the soil showing, which is a well known place to find coal perhaps for a hundred miles around and even down. I do not know what kind of impact that would have created such pure carbon, and doubt that a volcano would have that left from an eruption. More knowledgeable people could better inform me of the possibilities of what this might represent, but it was clear that Mt Tumblebee sat smack dab in the middle of a huge caldera resembling that of the extinct volcano in the Bunjulung Nation. The ring of mountains surrounding this place was curiously similar in looks to the mountains I am used to around Mt Woolumbin. A trig station sits on top of the Mountain to show that it is the highest point around.

A magical spot to me, and one that I identified to my very soul, I left after taking my shoes off, and stood on what to me was sacred land. This marked for me, the beginning of a sacred journey that will lead me into the Main Event for which I feel born to be participating in. Accompanying me, was a top Australian athletic woman who I felt was ready to see the beginnings of new unfoldment for both myself and herself in the days to come. My Dreamtime continues to unfold as it should, in flowing love for life and Mankind. Such experiences will be treasured all of the days of my life.

~Spiritwind~