11 / Dog Oc
Resolution, yes, I’m seeing,
feeling resolution in my life, experiencing / feeling / remembering avenues
that had been with me through out time, my time, all time, from each life that
I’ve experienced.
When I lived in Ojai
California
, back in the 90’s, I had met an amazing healer, Dr. James
Chappell. I found a paper he had
written, I knew I needed to share this with you, so here it is;
Reconfiguring the Matrix
An excerpt from “Only Sick People Get Sick”
By
Dr. James
Chappell
What is the Matrix and how does one
reconfigure it?
As we act in this play on this stage we call
life, it is quiet apparent, some of us, if not most, have taken our roles or
character too seriously. We have forgotten who we really are, where we actually came from and what our purpose is. We have acted the part of this human
experience for so long, we have bought into the illusion, the act, the play within
the play.
It would not be so alarming if only a few of
us were locked in character. Unfortunately, we literally have millions of us individually and
collectively, creating and writing a script wherein dark drama and horrific
tragedy are ever increasing. This has a
powerful and disheartening consequence.
The existence, this experience we call life,
Is merely a mind energy projection, an illusionary holographic image projected by our Collective Consciousness and
brought into focus by our own choice and control. Our image, be it in
the now or future, is pure manifestation of our own doing. As has been said, “When two or more gather together on
one accord, there it shall be.” Simply,
we are the physical manifestation of the essence of our consciousness. If only one creates a life of pain, suffering, ignorance,
separation, hate, distrust, and darkness, that holographic “reality” appears to be real only for the one
that creates it. Yet, if two or more
focus and project the same script, play or illusion, their “reality” is easily
accepted by others less in control of their own image and thus “buy into” the illusion or lie, perpetuating
it to it’s conclusion.
To best illustrate this point, I wrote
the following metaphor:
“Before I projected into this play and on
this worldly stage, I remember being with Source of all life, the Creator and
Grand Architect of the Multiverses. We
sat for hours, playing and laughing, the Great Collective Mystery and I, loving
and sharing, while in was learning the importance and significance of the
experience yet to come.
It wasn’t to long, especially since there
is not time, that the Source of my identity asked me what I wanted to do beyond
“BE” that which I was. In harmony and as
expected, I said I wanted to act in the play on the stage of life on the sphere
called Earth. I said I wanted to be a
human.
The Infinite Wisdom warned me that if I
were allowed to physically manifest on Earth, I would temporarily forget my
origin, my divinity and my true relationship with The Divine. However, the Source said it would never leave
me, for it would always be there to guide me back when I had had enough of the
“game”. After much thought, I slowly
transformed from my glowing blue figure of energy to a physical being, we call
human.
Upon manifesting, I chose the humans
needed to live out the script I had heretofore written. As cautioned, I lost my memory. I lived as a
human experiencing pain and suffering, disappointment and ridicule, joy and
pleasure. Yet all the while, I still
believed in a Sustainer I couldn’t quite remember.
After years of acting as a human “doing”
I finally came to the realization, the re-discovery, of my origin, my purpose
and destiny. I finally saw the truth
behind the illusion. I realized I was a
“being” playing human and only for the fun of it. And that I was in total control as the actor
AND writer! Additionally, I could
re-focus the projector to “BE” anything I wanted.
I
re-discovered the purpose of life in this dispensation: In the physical sense, I was to merely
express it; To live, love, play, create, procreate and
reincarnate. In the spiritual sense, I
was to finally re-discover my own divinity thereby realizing the truth about my
existence and why I came to be. Additionally, I was to help others re-discover their.”
In Conclusion:
We are vibratory energy, an omni present
electrical field, if you please, with no boundaries, no limits, no beginning or
end. The most definitive word in our
language to describe this harmonious frequency of energy is love. Love is the unseen connecting link of every
energetic field and subsequent projected thought/form manifestation.
One reason energy configures within this Collective Consciousness/dot Matrix, is to fully realize
and experience the feelings and emotions of the oneness of Love. In this Matrix, it is the projected energy
field that holds the physical dots called body together. Metaphorically, our mind/energy projection
sets the stage in which we act the part we are to play within the script we
wrote and continue to write for the fun and experience of it.
As I have said in the
California
Sun many times, “Dis-harmony leads to dis-ease.” Spiritually speaking, vibratory chaos;
dis-harmony or energy-in-motion {emotion} blocks, causes
dysfunctionality within the dot Matrix body or auric field as scientifically
documented by Dr.
Val
erie Hunt in her video, “The Human Energy Field & Health.” Therefore, since we are truly in control, we
can figure or reconfigure our projected physical image and environment at whim,
but only if we realize our own divinity, our origin and purpose.
Together, through the realization of our
conscious power and knowledge of how our thought create our termed “reality”,
this civilization can “Be” whatever we
choose it to be; a loving, honest, pure, respectful and free existence for our
expression and our children’s children joy or a dark, traumatic, infected,
corrupt, despicable planet. The choice
is truly ours. . .
12/ Monkey Chuen
Before turning my computer
on, sitting, thoughts, what is purging through me? The vision of ground covered with leaves, a
huge rake hovering, glooming down onto the pile, where to start? I’m that pile of leaves, the rake is clearing
out all the ‘stuff’ that had accumulated from the beginning of time, it’s not
comfortable, there’s sweet pouring down from the work it takes to clear the
land, { metaphor for ‘me’ } I know this
is the only way for all of this to take place. I know this because I’ve chosen this path, I’ve written ‘This’ script. So of course I wouldn’t complain. When I hear
people complain, I giggle, write a new script if you don’t
like the one you’re in, and in the mean time, accept the one you’ve
written.
We are a funny lot, truly
funny. What a hoot.
NO GOAL, SAVE ONE
written by Eric C. Wyndham
9-19-99
At this stage in my life, I have no agenda, no goals,
as it were.
I am not interested in furthering my institutional
education.
I am still trying to unlearn the litany of
misinformation gained
Heretofore in our state controlled and certified
schools.
I am not striving for a better career. Even though money plays
a part in
this existence, it does not rule my life.
I may want much, buy my “needs” are simple. And my wants,
thank God, are ever changing.
I am not hormonally driven to seek out and conquer
sexual experience.
Although I am not celibate, I reserve intimate
relationships for
tender,
loving romance, not impersonal sex. I
have also come to
recognize meaningful conversation with time spent
together in harmony, as spiritual foreplay to true intimacy.
I no longer seek God for I have seen Her face and this face is reflected
In my eyes. I have discovered the purpose of my life both
physically and
Spiritually. This purpose is to joyfully express life and
assuredly claim my
own divinity in every breath I take. I
realize when one sees me,
They see that which sent me.
I am not trying to get to “Heaven” for as Jesus said,
“Heaven is within you”.
I have long ago accepted this and live accordingly.
But if I had to state a goal, it would be easy; My goal is to out love everyone!
Please don’t misunderstand. It is not for noble cause I love, rather for
pure selfishness. For as I receive and
transmit our Creators gift of Love, I get to keep the original copy. I get to “feel” the pleasure and privilege of
Loving.
Can you imagine? Love, manifested in form, projecting Love to itself for it’s own joy and
pleasure?
I do ………………….
This line, Please don’t
misunderstand. It is not for noble cause
I love, rather for pure selfishness.
When I hug, this is how I feel, to write this for me, it would read,
“Please don’t misunderstand. It is not for noble cause I hug, rather for
pure selfishness.” For as I receive and
transmit our Creators gift of this hug, I get to keep the original copy. I get to “feel” the pleasure and privilege of hugging.
7 / Storm 1/ 1/ 07
Being present to the energy being
presented to me this past week, a week where my enthusiasm about moving had me be
blind sided.
Wanting to
move to
Cottonwood
, being in the hub of this precious
town.
There was so much juice when
I received the key to the house on the 27th,
This house is over a hundred
years old, it had been brought down from Jerome, {Jerome is an old copper
mining town} 27th, getting stuff that had been left in the house
out, clearing space.
28th, we worked on
removing a wall, by doing so, we increased the living space by 8 ft.
Gary
created a beam that would go the length of the living
room, being this was a bearing wall. While Gary and Ayande worked on the beam, I was taking six layers of
wall paper off the kitchen walls. Exposing exquisite wood, the wood was in
perfect condition, being it had been covered for the past 100 years.
I couldn’t get warm, I had four layers of clothes, and my jacket. Normally
my body temperature runs warm, so this was out of my norm.
Gary
asked if I were ok, being he knows that he’s the one
that runs colder then I. we worked on the house until dark. So after 9 hrs, we left, knowing we would
start early the next day, and the other part was having Spirit alone for so
many hours, and now we have Maxie.
29th, the beam got put
into place, the kitchen was looking
good, still needing much work. I lined
the shelves in the bathroom, {for a small house, the bathroom was big, with a
claw foot tub} scrubbing the tub, and the kitchen sink, the stains were ancient.
The gas man showed up, yeah, heat, I was looking
forward to having heat.
Nothing was up to code,
NOTHING, it could take weeks, or months to get the house to code, the floors
were uneven, it felt as though I were walking on a ship. Cleaning up the rubble from the wall all the paper in
the kitchen, we left at
6 pm
. again, Spirit and Maxie were alone in the
house, Spirit is so used to having me or Gary be there, and I had told him I
would be back early, I’m a person of my word, even to Spirit, the discomfort
that runs through my body when I’m not my word, wow, there are times when it
feels as though there’s a rod up my spine.
Stepping over the threshold
on the Peacock Ranch house, I said, “thank you God for heat, thank you God for
hot water.” I’ve heard the expression,
“chilled to the bone.” Now I know what
that means, I was frozen to the bone, walking into the bathroom, turning the
hot water on, the voice asked, “What do you do when you’re cold?” answer, “Get out of
the cold.”
I knew in that moment that
this house in
Cottonwood
didn’t want me to live in it. The cold left my body as soon as this clarity
came.
“
Gary
, I can’t live in that house.” Telling him the question and answer that
showed itself to me, he looked at me, “I’m ok with this.”
We had transferred the phone
to
Cottonwood
, we hadn’t brought much over there, amazing, when
ever I would look around, I wasn’t drawn to pack, all the signals were clear, it was my desire to make this move that had me continue
until there was a brighter light of clarity that had me change directions.
30th, Called Fred, he has
a pick up truck, asking him to meet me over there to bring the eight boxes we
had brought, and being the phone was
there, I called Claudette, {we rent this cottage from her} sharing my process
with her, all of it, she hadn’t rented this, yet, {what a surprise} saying we wanted to stay for at least another
month, not a problem.
I called John, {the owner of
the
Cottonwood
house} left a message that I would be here until
11. the night
before have a plethora of words that I was going to say to John, when he
arrived, I greeted him with my happy smile, he asked how I was, fantastic,
“We’re not going to move in.” “Ok, I
didn’t think you would like it here.”
Fred’s truck was packed,
Gary
had to return a few things to Home Depot, we were
meeting back HOME.
We don’t have a phone, not
until Tuesday, interesting not to have a phone.
31st. quiet day,
nice, after days of physical labor, my body was grateful to have this down
time, and to catch up on my correspondence, I hadn’t checked my email in four
days.
1 / 1 / ’07 GRACE ‘N’ EASE
Dream, walking along a path,
looking down, all the bulbs were popping up out of the ground, spring was in
the air, the trees were beginning their new cycle. I
have a new dream book, called “I HAD THE STRANSEST DREAM”
Written by Kelly Sullivan Walden…. She’s a
personal friend, part of our family, we call her Goddess Kelly, you can get
her book on line.
Anyway, this is what Spring
is; “Dreams of
spring represent new life, young love, starting over, a beginners’ mind, and
innocence. You are inspired as you are realizing that you have a new lease on
life.” Well well, what a surprise!
Each new year, for the past
20 years or so, I would have a word that became my guiding force through out
the year, this year, its more then a
single word, GRACE ‘N’ EASE . . . . . yes, grace ‘n’ ease.
Feels good, content.
This 5th Day, will
end on the 19th November,2007 our collective ‘light’ energy could emerge with such velocity, that
there will many who will be so afraid, they will hang onto the shore, and as
the Hopi say, they will suffer greatly. As long as we stay clear, knowing what our purpose is, knowing that what
we’re here for is to create OUR NEW WORLD, be aware there could be many more
whom will be leaving, as Ian spoke about, his statement, “They wouldn’t like where we are going anyway.”
LOVE IS YOUR FOUNDATION
Carry it with you, it’s your badge of honor.
Blessings to all, as we know
one another, we know who we are, we know why we’ve come, we’re in the lead
wagon. Being a pioneer is the choice you made.
DON’T TRUST THE
MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN !
The Illusion is set in place
The
Yellow Brick Road
will lead you to no where
Unless your wide wake,
heart exposed, eyes open
Follow your intuition, you are your own guide
I believe that the way out of
‘this’ illusion’ is to recognize that you’ve been in it. While sinking in quick sand, there’s no
illusion, you are sinking, you can feel it pulling you
under. The illusion set by ‘the few’
created an insidious program for all of us, slowly they’ve hand fed us,
repeating the same fraise over and over until it becomes your truth, WMD, bring our troops in, protect the
america’s.
Until we recognize that we
are on ONE planet, and we are ONE, this continued separation will remain.
There’s enough of everything
on our beautiful Mother Earth, for every man, women and child, the only reason
for hunger is; greed, power, manipulation.
To stop this insidiousness,
we, the collective ‘we’ must stand in ‘the’ truth, this truth is knowing that
we are ONE, the boarders that are spoken about, well, show me, show me where the boarder are, SHOW ME, I want to see
them with my own eyes.
The man behind the curtain
can not be seen, he / they would NEVER expose themselves, Bush is THE puppet, you know this,
we’ve come this far, we’ve come to our own understanding of what’s ‘True’ and
what the illusion is, we’re not allowing them to gather us, have us bay as the
sheep they want us to be, submit to their lies.
DON’T BE THE NAIL STANDING OUT, IT WILL BE THE FIRST THAT
GETS HAMMERED IN
Until we stand out collectively, knowing who we are,
‘Light beings’
Galactic Citizens
We’ve witnessed what had happened to those who spoke the
truth, without them we would still be in the stone age.
Dr. Martin Luther King, the Kennedy’s, Malcolm X, the list goes on, you know them
all.
Ian spoke truth’s, where is
now? All over the world, his voice is
being heard,
David Icke, being threatened won’t stop him, even
the treats are an illusion.
Bryon Katie says;
“The only time we suffer is when we believe a thought
that argues with what is. All the stress
that we feel is caused by arguing with what is.”
Was Bush,
elected, or SELECTED?
No one in their ‘right’ mind
would elect a moron to run our country.
Seems to me that all those
who reside in their left mind are the one’s who want to continue the
charade.
The Ego mind, E ~ edging G ~ od O ~ out
The ego is so full of itself that it can’t see beyond it’s nose.
Thinking it could never, NEVER be stopped.
Lagging
behind the crowd, following the pack of ‘sheep’, being lead to the ‘slaughter’
house. Ok what’s next?
YOU’RE NOT IN KANSIS ANY MORE DOROTHY !
Remember when Dorothy threw the bucket of liquid on the
wicked witch,
What happened? She
melted. Weather it was fear that brought
her the courage to stand up to ‘The wicked witch’ or personal power, ultimately
the result come to be, standing up for oneself, knowing that who you are is a
gift, and the gift from ‘source’ is the ultimate gift.
Mother Mary
said;
“You are the
miracle you have been seeking
you are the Heart you want to find
you are God’s gift to the world
you have been created as Divine
you are my heart, I am yours
there is nothing between the two, you are my beloved child
my gift to you . . . . . . is you !”
WHO ARE
THE FEW THAT ARE RUNNING THE WORLD ?
David Icke said;
“The plan to microchip everyone at birth is designed
to externally suppress our ability to receive beyond the body – the box –
because once we open our minds to greater possibility the power of the body
programs is immediately diminished.”
This is why visionaries have always poised a treat and
deemed dangerous. The authority’s won’t have you changing others minds for the
sake of freedom. some ten million ‘witched’ were burned, stoned, for the sake
of keeping power under the ‘one’ authority, if you didn’t have a substantial explanation for your words, for knowing
how to cure another, to fix a broken bone, then you were deemed a witch.
The blood line won’t be broken ! or will it? To date, we’ve allowed ‘them’ to rule ‘OUR’
world, it’s time to stand tall, to stand as we’ve never stood before.
As our collective gathers, we’re the ones that have a say
in our lives. It’s all choice, how do you want
your world to be? What do you want, how
do you want to live. What is your interpretation
of freedom?
This is what the dictionary says;
“1. Quality or
state of being free; as
a. Liberation from slavery, imprisonment, or restraint. b. Exemption from necessity, in choice and
actions; as the freedom of the will. c. Frankness;
outspokenness. 2. A privilege”. . .
So, where’s your freedom? Where’s your quality of life? Can
this way of life continue? Not a
Chinamens change in hell, not now, not the way we had been living, without us
stepping up to the plate, having our voices being heard, we can expect the same
ol’ same ol’. . . Personally, this is
not the way of our
New World
. Our
New
World
is about FREEDOM. no worries about someone, big brother looking over our shoulder, listening to our
conversations, tapping into our private lives.
“The true wealth of a human being is the good he
performs in the world. Beauty is
eternity Looking at itself in the mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror.”
Khalil
Gibran
Bliss
And the condor said to the Eagle:
Oh,
how I love my time~worn trail of polished earth, hardened by shuffled step,
From
garden wall to the sweet water spring,
A
daily ritual that pleases the soul.
Oh
the bench I made, no sturdier found,
I
sit for hours smelling wild flowers and watching
Sparrows,
wing on wind, fly to and home again.
Oh,
how I love my mind to soar in my secret place.
To
take the time to commune with Him that sent me
For
purpose I long ago achieved.
My
just reward lies here with nature, in harmony.
Let
the world spin at full speed, throwing those not
one with it to the universe.
I
will spend my days here in my beloved meadow,
Never
regretting a day in the life of this thing called me.
With
no regret of life in total, I am all that was, is and will
be. I am the sum total. And only the Grand Architect
Knows
why I’ve come this way.
Find
your meadow, wear your trail and
Regret
not your life.
A
moment in time. A
chance to be . . .
For
this is Bliss, you see.
From one who
Shares the wind . . . I am,
Eric C Wyndham
1993
3 / Crocodile
My beloved sister in
Hawaii
had a severe heart attack. . .
For two week I hadn’t been
able to reach her, there were times
when her phone was turned off, I was having a panic
attack, feeling
totally helpless, she’s at the other side of the ocean.
I knew she hadn’t left her
physical body, yet, not hearing from her,
my mind was working over time, at the end of the second
week of silence
she wrote, this is when I heard about her challenge. Knowing she wouldn’t
go to the hospital, she would handle her needs at home,
her husband had
been given strict instructions, “under any circumstances,
do not take me to
the hospital!”
It’s been another two weeks,
no communication.
A week ago today, 9/ Jaguar, Source
gave me instructions.
“You’ve been using her as
your crutch, you are whole and complete,
there’s no-thing outside of you, nothing, you have all the answers within.”
Watching my
body relax for the first time in three weeks. Not even realizing how tense I had been, the rode ran
the full length on my spine.
These paradigm shifts are
intense, the only avenue I take is to allow what ever there is to work it’s way through.
Knowing I’m being given more
than I can handle, being I’m not the one to handle any of it, Source/God is
always here, always guiding, protecting, honoring, loving. Being the willow, the willow bends with the
breeze, never ridged, relaxed in its position. where the oak, the
stubborn oak, the one that holds itself unbending, the one that cracks, falls,
stubborn.
The willow is soft,
malleable. Given I am always at choice, I choose the willow.
Having friends ask me, “what
are you going to do now?”
Tilting my
head, wondering what language their speaking.
I’m not going any where, my entire being is in THIS moment.
Where else is there, from my
perspective, there’s no past, no
future, there’s only this moment, anything else is an
illusion.
I have my moments of sadness,
after all this body is my ‘temple’,
To honor and protect at all
costs.
Speaking with Ian daily, he’s
my comfort, lying in bed at night, that’s
When I feel him, my body vibrates, I know he’s here with me.
Our Mayan Majix family
continues to grow, this too brings enormous
comfort to my soul.
Gary and I are staying on at
the ‘Peacock Ranch’, this is my sanctuary,
I’m so grateful. My beloved Spirit loves it here, he’s
thriving, acting
like a puppy, running through the fields, romping, playing
with Maxie,
what more would I ask for?
Mike, {our Magic Man that
almost single handily} continues to give us
up to date info from around the world. I say, almost, being Scott found
Mike, they have been creating
more majix then ever.
Alex, {Ian’s son} and I have
communicated a few times vie email.
He’s told me he’s doing well, I’ve sent him a few things that I knew
Ian wanted him to have. I’ve invited him to come visit, in the spring
when it is the most spectacular time here. Hopefully he
will take me
up on my invitation. In case you’re wondering, he’s 18.
I have a prayer request for
our sister. That she regains her straight.
My fantasy and hers is for us
to be able to ‘play’, be little girls in the
Sand Box of life.
Being grateful for one’s
health is the only avenue to travel. Without
your health, what have you got?
26th Jan. ‘07
We would be celebrating Ian’s
58th birthday. Even though
he’s not in his physical body, I am celebrating the life he lives.
Here lies his legacy, one
that is being followed on a daily basses by
Mayan Majix
family all over the world.
I thank you, Ian thanks you, he is filled with gratitude, mondo appreciation. His dream
has become a reality. All he wanted was for those who were awake to awaken on a
grander scale from the illusion that had been set forth by ‘the powers’ that
be.
Ian’s beacon will continue to
shine, where there was once darkness a gust on intense light prevails.
While living in
Venice Beach
California
, back in the ‘80s, walking amongst people whom I
referred to as, ‘The Walking Dead’
We’re walking a new path,
creating newly each moment. Being in the lead wagon is truly the most exciting,
we are the guides, those that are following entrusted their lives with us.
The ancient
paradigm where all ending occurred by destruction is no longer part of our
equation. We’ve awakened from a slumber that started
some
16 +
billion years ago.
This piece came to me today,
{no mistakes} I didn’t write this:
“The life of a warrior cannot possible be cold and lonely
and without feelings,” {don Genaro} said, “because it is based on his
affection, his devotion, his dedication to his beloved. And who, you may ask, is his beloved? I will show you now.” {he spins above the
ground} . . . “This is the predilection of two warriors,” {don Juan} said. “This earth, this world. For a warrior there can be no greater love . . . Only if one loves this earth with unbending
passion can one release one’s sadness,” don Juan said. “A warrior is always joyful because his love
is unalterable and his beloved, the earth, embraces him and bestows upon him
inconceivable gifts. The sadness belongs
only to those who hate the very thing that gives shelter to their beings.” Don Juan again caressed the ground with
tenderness. “This lovely being, which is
alive to the last recesses and understands every feeling, soothed me, it cured
me of my pains, and finally when I had fully understood my love for it, it taught me freedom.”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
M
Y B E L O V E D
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