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A Celtic Toast.. for the day after!

February 15, 2017

Here’s a toast to all of those we love, adore, and have “togetherness” with.. for the things we have shared, do share, and that are waiting in the wings..

It’s not just one day, or a commercial, or a DNA explosion that is time-stamped to go off on just Valentine’s Day.. I salute that we are on a path together, and the lessons we are all learning..

Who Am I?

They say..

meditate, encourage,

inspire the change.. believe

Birth your inner body’s soul

..which is eternal energy,

sustain, serenity, endure…

Never give up!

Have a voice!

Know that you are adored.. green energy out to you all..
Much love,

The Reverberation: 1974

February 4, 2017

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Yesterday, I posted a salute to Former White House counsel John W. Dean as a commendation for his ground – stood and held – in 1973, against participation in the Watergate affair.  As mentioned in Merriam-Webster’s, “Word of the Day” his word “calamity” on “Twitter” was trending, but their word that day was imprecate.  The humor was not lost, nor its subliminal illusion!   A new president is now seated in power, and the North American continent will see what reverberations will come to fruition.  The public tweets, as does the 45th president.  You can follow John Dean’s tweets @JohnWDean.

The air resonated that summer of 1974 with the rumbling undertones of impeachmentThe US military were on both sides of the Atlantic with those discussions.  While historical figures, such as John Dean, were in the camera’s public eye, as part of the White House’s foists, the stone had already been cast into the pond of ordinary lives, and waves were already rippling outward.

I had just turned 18 that summer, when “Uncle Phil”, our host, got the call one Sunday, late in July of 1974, to head into London immediately.  He was my high school friend’s cousin; and for some reason he felt ill-equipped in the art of babysitting two teenagers; however, he was in fact a phenomenal, and gracious host, along with his Dad, “Uncle Stan”.  He was with Her Royal Majesty’s fleet in Portsmouth, and dedicated to his career.  My friend and I had spent a couple of weeks in the hospitality of these two admirable Anglo-Saxons, with day excursions out to New Forest, Hampshire, and London.  But.. on this day we were gathered and placed in the car for the ride to London’s Thames and Putney’s neighbourhood.

I don’t recall now if we had planned to visit London that day, but the unexpected call had become the foible in the plans.  Orders were called out, and we were suddenly bundled into the car for London.  The car was ushered through the military gatehouse and into the compound, with minimal questioning.  Uncle Phil was not questioned about the two teenage kids in tow.  The day’s journey changed slightly, when we were handed off to a spritely young American officer, not much older than ourselves.  A young dapper, and energetic American soldier was bestowed and ordered to babysit (us) the teenage girls.. I don’t recall seeing his style cramped with us as his new charges!  We were two young Canadian kids, the Americans were already there, and the Brits were hosting the affair!  Uncle Phil moved quickly into a designated area of the grounds for his sudden meeting, and we were guided and moved along to a more social outdoor lawn and gathering, as entourages.

The conversation flowed, as he was gifted at entertaining his audience…which were now junior officers, and a small presence of civilians.. but we were all in an inner circle..!!  He quipped,“I think by the time I get home this weekend, I may have a new boss.” At the time it went over our heads!!  He was cajoled by a young British officer, in a tete-a-tete of military foibles, but held his ground well against the light and verbal taunting.  The British officer, upon realizing that the bantering wasn’t gaining any ground, finally  turned sharply on his heel and gibed,“Don’t forget, we sent our unwanted to rule your kind!”  Our American officer just shrugged his shoulders at us, and said something to the effect that maybe he didn’t like being outgunned by a Yankee per se!!  The meeting went “well”, and we were on our way again within a few hours.  Funny what you remember, and put into your chest of ponderings!

Such are the ripples of these times .. and affairs!

As one, who believes in reincarnation, I am enchanted with the idea.. the notion.. and abstract.. of a return visit by one spoiled brat and once King Henry VIII, who brought down the monopoly of Catholicism, with the aide of a highly organized statesman, named Thomas Cromwell.  Will we see a repeat in history, only with a subject line in capitalism?

Cromwell was a level-headed and logical thinker, with a background in the legal world, not papacy.  Was he placating his master, or feeding an obsession?  He may have been a prodigy, mesmerized by the world of organized constitutional legislation… and as such, one who was obsessed to feed his habit!  He pumped the likes of legislation through Parliament, that was not equated again until the 20th Century.  He was a logical, methodical, and unemotional in his execution as Secretary and Advisor.  He held an acute perception of the times he lived in, as well as a steadfast and uncanny ability to focus on the task at hand.  He may have been a loyal statesman, who believed the rumination of his King, along with the ideologies, the dogma, and desire to erode the power-base held in Rome.  It is debated that he may have agreed with King Henry, and therefore shared in ambitions to embrace Henry’s goals. He became Henry’s right-hand man, and this placed him in history’s continuum to unleash his skills, toward a constitutional change.. something desired by “boss and crown”.  The debate as to where his heart really lay, still goes on.. in History 201!

Has Trump found his “Cromwell”?  I wish to submit this thought to you as another card.. do we have Henry VIII on the power-seat again, and does he have his “Cromwell”?

George Orwell’s 1984″ is hitting the great reads list again..  In 1948-1950, Winston Smith’s job was to “fabricate fact” and create “alternative facts”. The book ends in the loss of the hope of/from the proletarians.. with the slippery slope downward ..  to brainwashed, robotized citizens.. with “Winston Smith awaiting his bullet in the back by big brother”.  The “two-minute” hate show is still alive today .. with the likes of “lock her up”, “down with big brother”.. in pursuit of a better life for all of us  ..“populous politics funnels hatred”.. comments shared today by academics Jean Seaton and John Sutherland with Eleanor Wachtel. England, America, Canada.. we are still engaged in this debate.. psychic residue and tapings for future readers to participate in..within our continuum!

playford-rise-in-sway-hants-001-032  Then, a young adult, watching the issues of our times!

As the camera – with all of today’s technology, tools, software and programs, and networks – becomes utilized, there will be too many clicks escaping the action of suppression, elimination, etc… But there will be open margins for connection, for social networking, for merging, etc.  Just ask our First Nation people about their experience with immigration and crowd control, when it came to the throng of 1000’s at the shoreline!

As one who was in front of my grandfather’s camera as a baby on up, it was the natural tool to pick up as I grew; and once embarked on my own path of art studies, it was a natural enigma to work with..  Photography – for me –  when combined with a love of history, engages my mind, and the want to move the body to be in the places where one can learn more.. This life has already dropped me into coincidences.. and issues of our time!  Click away my fellow populous – they can’t be everywhere.. for mentoring skills please consult our First Nations, and this time place a decent honorarium their way!

In solidarity to..

a:ho!

Love to all who stand their ground.. and to those who wish to stand

Are U6T+?

December 30, 2016

[Put on Bon Jovi’s, “It’s My Life”, while reading this.. add some audio sense to the sight-line of this musing!!] Dedicated to those who stand their ground..

We.. may be a game-changer to the generations that follow us – we will not be sliding downhill in polyester, unless its components provide an upgrade to thermal outer-wear.. or we are in a test market for the latest and thinnest water-resistant, rain-resistant, wind-resistant clothing to keep up with those minimalists, who travel.. ever so lightly!! Dupont is a company that creates, develops, and markets new synthetics to a global market.  They are just down the road, and on the shores of Lake Ontario, just beyond the source of the St. Lawrence River.  I mention them, in passing, because they were synonymous with “polyester” in my youth.. you’re not going to stick that “stuff’ on me when I get older!!?! polyester, or blue hair dye?..

We are the baby-boomers.. we are the weight of the world’s demographic activists, mold-breakers, outliers (although they have been around since the dawn of humanoid activity..really!!!), mavens, and musicians with a synthetic engineering edge.. we dance on a dime to different tunes.. we are registered on different broadbands.. and I hope we will be the ones to push the next biggest thing since the Internet… and that is the beginning of a “merging“…!

Let me tell you what that word means to me…

Merging thought and activity with our own humanoid-kind..

Merging our kind with all that live on Mother Earth, Amerin..

Merging our kind with Home”, and its elements… and not being afraid to accept that we are not the dominant species “here” or at Home.. that’s a big one.. because the “fear” element, and its control elements..are really getting in the way of human progress!

Recognizing that we as a species have a collective memory, which we share with each other, both to retrieve memories… and to converse with others in our present; to move along our development, and our evolution.  I’m not a specialist, but I am sure there are those who tinker with this stuff in a formal setting… as the military certainly do .. they call it “remote viewing”.. move the mind outside the body to a trajectory, or a longitude/latitude, to view the current movement in its quadrant..then get back to the body’s base-camp with the mind’s report!!

..Merge.. collective memory with our physical thoughts, our physical emotions.. in order to communicate/converse with each other as one unit.. scary to some, I am sure!! Put the legacy of “The Law of Oneness” back on the table.. in these merging times of regrowth: of nationalism, objectifying others, and a lack of distribution of (human)wealth.  For those who are comfortable communing with spirit, and “Home” base, we could be merging the higher order of knowledge, communication, and developing non-linear evolution… where might that take us?! Baby-boomers are just the crew to take on this adventure, this experiment.. don’t ya think!?

After all, we are the next to leave the planet; why not set up some communication projects to circumvent that post-expiration date!  We are a part of the continuum, part of earth’s collective legacy…  we are beginning to leave the planet now ..as it were.. what are we leaving behind for our future generations?! .for those who will take over the reins?!..what are we leaving behind for our minimalists?!  For millennia, our First Nations have referred to critical thinking, action, and strategy as crucial to leaving behind the best in wellness for the next 7 generations.. that 100% consensus-building has not yet hit a trajectory mark in our Euro-centrist dogma.  They too..by the way.. are leaving!

As an added tidbit.. to those of us, who are registered as multiple births, we have long since had our own 3D language…  at some point.. at the beginning of our lives, we realized these singlets around us didn’t and still don’t have the same language!!  No fuss!  Take it with a wry smile!!  After all it is the journey that is the ride!

….As Bon Jovi says..it’s my life.. it’s now or never; and I’m not going to live forever..   My heart is like an open highway. Like Frankie said I did it my way.  I just wanna live while I’m alive.. it’s my life.

An old Ohio Buckeye living in Leesburg VA

This old Ohio guy is currently living in Virginia.. it didn’t walk there on its own legs..don’t think it was a vacation, or getting lost on a crossroad somewhere.. perhaps it was careening inside someone’s pocket… just waiting for a pit-stop, seed-stop, etc.

It isn’t just standing around either.. it is a bulletin board of sorts for humanoids in the area..that key was well embedded.. all work and no play make Jack a very dull boy! Gotta love the human spirit!  I throw this gauntlet to you my friend.. Luv and light on your journeys ❤

What If?

October 8, 2016

Step into someone else’s world, dance in their light, and engage with their perspectives… it begins connection!  We don’t do enough to connect genuinely to one another, anymore it seems!  We are a herding species, and yet we seem to place more energy dealing with “fear” and its factors.. rather spending money to fed the expectations we have built, of its presence in our everyday lives.  Why do we do that?

So let me tell you about this “What If”  button.

It’s a really neat button!   It starts the ball rolling… it begins a connection!  Recently I subscribed to an online dating site, of a well branded service.  You have a questionnaire to fill out, and must have a legal status to allow a potential relationship to grow, without complications.  If you are dead straight with yourself as you respond to these questions, you will find that the profiles of potential partners, loaded to your page, are most likely to be people who are right-fitted with your character and your aspirations.

Sounds easy enough, but many of us are absorbed in a construct of porcelain images – ageless and perfect – a mire of impossibilities, where we think the only foot to place forward is that perfect non-offensive, likeable by all, and without flaw of character…  flumadiddle, even the politicians can’t pull that one off, with or without taxpayer’s money!!  If you are brave, you will post a reasonable likeness of your current image… and I might add…the gals will love you for it!

I have noticed that some respondents are more comfortable with virtual-dating.  If that is agreeable between the two parties, then the technology of computer networks, iPads, android phones,  all with the customized voice and data services added to your connection, will make your ride similar to having artificial intelligence, as a replacement for a humanoid mate.  Of course, on the plus side.. it doesn’t lend to risk of separation of assets, or the tearing of hearts, at its closure.  You simply advise you are moving onward.. or worse, you simply don’t respond anymore.. or at worst, you terminate and block your dialogue.  This is a virtual world and simulation environment.  You are in control, with no further risk to your business communities, to your reputation, or family members, or anyone who prefers your presence in their world.. as a single entity.

Hitting that button has allowed me to wander “outside the box”; it is something that designers do with instinct, or with many layers of hard knocks over the millennia (my beliefs include reincarnation).  We have let go of the shoreline, and are enjoying the current’s ride, giving up a little of that control… that safety zone.. to see where we land next.  Think positively.. because it might just be the ride of your lifetime, and bring you to people and places you would not have otherwise engaged upon… that you would have never meet had you clung to your old ways.. your shoreline!

Hitting that button has also made me realize that I live the most gracefully, and the most in sync with others who are a part of the “creative class“… My daughter Rachael, my mother, my brother, and sister-in-law are living kindred spirits who express visually; and my other brother, my twin and brother-in-law, and my sister Daph all express their creativeness through witty engagement of pen on paper… and occasionally as the unexpected oracle at an evening’s soiree!  Dinner is always more engaging when two or more start swinging their metaphors at one another… which then sometimes leads to a cross-hatching and layering of more than one topic blending over another!  They are unexpected, they erupt suddenly, and are over and gone as quickly.  The one who connects to me will not be afraid of these intimacies of human connection… I prefer to watch life from outside of our box and our old ways.gan-erin-matt-daff-2015-011

We are all slowly moving down our own paths toward transitioning back to spirit.  We can step with urgency into those more unusual paths of human experiences… as those of us already engaged with our creative classes do …. or we can remain in the safety nets of the old ways!!  One way or another it is your ride and your “What If?” button.

I throw this gauntlet to you my friend… Luv and light on your journeys 

 

Birthday Ode to a Great Old Soul

August 7, 2012

I send this thought and wish for you on your 25th Birthday Matt. As of 12:30 am August 4th twenty-five years ago, you became Matt, and incarnated with those of us in Earth School. I have been so honoured to have been chosen, by you, to be your Mom, for this incarnation, and honoured again that our Great Mother gave you to me, to be my son, for the time that you were able to be with us on this Mother Earth. Now you have gone home to the Spirit World, I have had to hand you back to our Great Mother. I have done so, but I miss you terribly. This is selfish of me – I know this – as I too have lessons to learn, and must remain longer. I know we are not here long – any of us – when we are compared to an infinite continuum. We can only wish to strive for and achieve the life lessons we were sent here to learn and to develop.

An Elder told me a long time ago that you would never die of high blood pressure, or a heart attack, because one of your gifts was that you could let go; you could treat situations like water off a duck’s back! You would let life’s situations roll off your back, if you had to. You did! You have done so! So I pay my homage to you Matt.

At some point we must close the akashic records on this file. I take comfort in knowing that as humans we do not know all there is to know, and that as you have had lives in the past, you will have lives in the future. I would love to have a glimpse of where you will go and what you will do next, as you are such an old soul. I wonder at times, if you even had to come over; that you were sent here to make our lives and lessons easier – that would be so like you – the you I have known as Matt.

Know that I will never stop hunting for the truth – for your honour, and for the peace of mind of those left behind. I will be honoured to hunt for you! And I will not stop until I find those who killed you. Touche coupe – Sioux style! That and perhaps a little dance with the borealis – Celtic style! And when they have been named, it will be up to your brothers to decide what to do with that insight. Like other stories in the news, the military police are up to 4 versions now of what happened to you. They dishonour your family in the military when they can’t keep their story straight, and they dishonour your blood family. They hide their paperwork from all of us! They can’t even tell us the time of your death. The Medical Examiner had you down as approximately 6′, 170 lbs, green eyes and blonde hair. Who the hell did they pick up to play as you Matt? She didn’t even show up on the Base the day they found you dead (forgot her measuring tape, and apparently couldn’t borrow one) – took a look at you the next day on the 14th, and couldn’t even estimate a time of death – wtf?!. Who could ever forget your infectious smile, your steel grey blue eyes, your beautiful light brown hair; that you were bulking out at over 200 lbs, stood 6’5″, and you were still growing. The boys in our family don’t slow down in growth until 25 years in. What might you have become? They don’t know; they don’t care; too incompetent to figure it out??? Or have they been silenced by a “who you know” and not a “what you know”? They call it a military investigation, and then seal the lips of your brothers. Only your brothers will know what they can live with… chivalry, perhaps an artform of the past… courage, perhaps an artform of the past… both are not well paid… just an observation!

As for your home brothers, they took you out that night with them, in their hearts, and celebrated, that they too knew you, loved you, and maybe will have earth time with you again. They love you and cherish you… and sadly, at some point, we will all have to let you go onward with your journey.

I will always cherish and love the time that you spent with me, as my son. To be continued!

… luv and light on your journeys…