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A Comment on the Earth Changes

More Reflections on the Economic Meltdown

Reflections on Regulators and the Looming Economic Meltdown

In Response to the disbandment of the Scorpions

Can the Tarot Contain Contemporary Consciousness?

Response to "We are prepared to die for Zuma"

Reflections on Past Life Regressions

The Psychopathic Nature of HIV

Zenophobia and Prophecy

Interesting Times...

We certainly live in interesting times. Watching the earth changes is exciting and sometimes scary.

No one can deny that the weather is more extreme. In August, a heat dome covered a million square miles in the USA, following what Global Disaster Watch* called a snowalypse and Noah-like floods, not to mention the tornados that ripped over the same continent. Then there was Hurricane Irene, and now they are shoveling snow. Closer to home, Harrismith was blanketed in 6cm of snow as temperatures plummeted, tornadoes ripped through Gauteng, and my horses have a stream running through their paddock. This was following years of severe water restrictions. Whether the responsibility is ours or just the way of things are on planet earth at this point in the cosmic weave of the universe, the world we are facing is very different to the one we have been living in on more and more levels.

[August 2001]

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OLDER BLOGS IN THE BOX

"Breeders" and Prejudice

The Long Journey

Silke Golden Hawk Comes into her Own

The Ironies

Uganda Returns to the Dark Ages

Being Sexed, Gendered and Orientated

Challenging the Challengers of the Constitution

The Irony of the Castor Semenya Event

Global Disaster Watch: Google it; it has links to a website with a map of the week's earthquakes and another to solar streams coming in as the Sun activates an 11-year cycle, which may prove to be the mother of all cycles. It offers solid and credible facts about various earth changes.

Dreams and a Future Revisted...

A question I am often asked is the precognitive value of dreams, their ability to forecast the future. I can say with assurance that some do, but unfortunately, all too often, one does not realize it is a precognitive dream until the events unfold in the same way as did the metaphor.
        Until recently, I was part of a menagerie of three dogs, three cats, and two horses. Tiggy, after 18-plus years let me know what was left of her nine lives could be sacrificed: she was ready to leave, so I did the 'right' thing. Then early in May, I dreamed the following:

It is either Tiggy or Smokey who is walking along the ground as if her neck is broken; she looks like a tortoise. I pick her up, and her stomach is raw; when I look closely, it looks like a car or truck rode over her. I can see the tread from the tires etched into her skin. I become frantic, looking for a vet, but I cannot find one. My mother is around, but she is no help at all; she does not know where the Vets are. I begin searching for my car, but I cannot find that either.

        At the time of the dream, I interpreted it to mean Tiggy had finally made her way into the next world. I wondered why it had taken so long. It also crossed my mind that Smokey might be in danger of being tramped by a vehicle.
        Instead, a full Moon cycle after, it was Dixie Darling, a blonde wisp of a dog that did not sniff long enough on whatever she had been sniffing at on the side of the road and was collected by a car. It was Dixie who had a tyre tread etched into her stomach, a broken pelvis and possibly back, and no feeling in her legs. It is also true I could not find a vet on that Sunday evening because the after-hours number was not kicking in after the recording. As I was leaving to find a vet who practises from his residence, the assistant arrived to feed the infirm four-legged and feathered creatures in hospital.
        Yet again, I was put in the position of choosing to let go of a creature I love because I loved her so much. Rest in peace Dixie Darling....

[August 2011]

In a very short time, a great deal has occurred to indicate a global shift in consciousness.
Dominique Stauss, leader of the IMF, and media mogul Rupert Murdoch have been called to account. More than a few leaders of in Southern Europe have been forced to step down, and Totalitarian governments in Tunisia, Egypt, Lybia, and now Syria are being violently overthrown.

Human beings freak about how hostile the earth has become to our presence: earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanoes, tornadoes, and drenching rain or drought. Yet, on a microscale, human beings are doing the same to a countless number of creatures on a daily basis; we frack, bulldoze, dig, weedeat, rape and pillage in an effort to reorganize the world for our convenience. Try being a spider when the weedeater comes past or a frog hiding in the cool long grass.

Another national defining moment...

There are defining moments in every nation's history; decisions are made by those who believe they govern us that set the consciousness of a nation in a particular direction. I think I have commented before about my concern about the Dalai Lama being refused a visa, not once, but now twice, and the implications of that decision for this nation being ready to step into the New World, never mind leading the way. I once had high hopes for this nation.
        The maturity with which the nation as a whole dealt with the transformation after 1994 earned us a resounding "Yes for the universe. However, yet again, the ANC since contemplates taking a step that upholds the darkness from which humanity is supposed to be emerging: The government intends enforcing a law that allows those in power to hide what is really going down from its own citizens. The law would leave those in power unaccountable to the people they propose to lead--those, in fact, who voted them in.
        What the ANC does not realize is that secrets turn into poison, toxic sludge that kills those who hold those secrets. Even worse, the ANC is resisting the global shift in consciousness, the shift toward openness and empowerment: liberation from deception, lies, and enslavement. Secrets can only survive in the dark; the Light will expose what is hidden there to scrutiny.
        In the new energy, those who persist in upholding institutions that choose to keep secrets, who operate based on fearbe they governments, banks or media empires, will be called to account and crumble.

[December 2011]

As a novice rider, I am in the process of backing my own recently graduated filly into a horse I am able to ride. A friend of mine says, "Green and green produce black and blue, which may well be true. In the process of backing her thus far, she bucked me off. It gave me an opportunity to appreciate the miraculous way the body heals. She also tore the muscle off the pelvis of someone who called himself an experienced rider when she did her stomp and dance routine. I realized that to a mare, the position of the rider is much like a stallion mounting her, and mares kick the stuffing out of stallions before they earn that chance. A mare must be wooed; one cannot just mount and kick ass without introducing oneself first.
The considered opinion was I should trade my M'Lady for a 12-year-old gelding who had worked through his shit. I cried for four days. I wondered if it was true that one either breaks a horse's spirit or the horse breaks the rider. I looked having someone who "knows what they are doing back M'Lady at the equivalent of a horse boot camp. I set firmer boundaries: You want your apples and carrots: Earn it!
At this very point of despair, by a serendipitous turn of good fortune for which I can only assume my Celestial Friends are responsible, I met a young man who had grown up helping his father back horses. In the space of three weeks, "Green and Green are walking and trotting (with the very odd canter) around the lunge ring learning each other's rhythms. So thank you, Alexander Mitchley, for making the miracle of M'Lady Miracle possible. The alternatives for her were just too terribly sad to contemplate.

[January 2011]