Thursday 25 June 2009

THOUGHT FOR THE DAY

1/ The reason we have time is - so that everything doesn't happen at once.
Attrib. Alb Einstein.

2/ If at first you don't succeed... then sky-diving's not for you.
Attrib. Arfa Smiff

3/ Clarity is more powerful than any medicine.
Kuthumi (Lal Singh) "Wonderful ... that was one of my better moments. Glad you liked that, Esme."

4/ Simplicity is clarity's best friend.
Kuthumi

Friday 12 June 2009

CREATOR'S PLAYGROUND

I recently did an interview with Marisa Calvi who lives in Australia. We met in Cyberspace: it makes world wide travelling so easy! We both have more than a passing interest 'New Energy'. What's that? I'll make some attempt to communicate that in my own way - but you could say it IS communication - being 'in touch' in a very immediate and you might say intimate sense, of touching - depth of feeling - touching into other realities - expanded realities. Expanded consciousness. To take a quote from Tobias, (who's Tobias?) ... we long ago placed these New Energy tools in place for us to use at exactly the time we find ourselves in right Now... "But we had the wisdom to place these tools without even knowing what they were; without knowing exactly what had to be done but knowing that it could be done; without having to manipulate or manufacture a certain tool or a certain system or structure, but to know that at this time when we came to this place on the path that those tools would appear and they would be appropriate and they would be of the New Energy not of the Old."

"...would appear, and would be appropriate .." so I think that's at the heart of it. It's about meeting the challenge, whatever the nature of the thing may be, writing a poem, speaking in front of a live audience, meeting sudden illness or bereavement, financial crisis, but meeting it in the moment, directly from 'the source', which is linking to ones own direct pipeline to interdimentional wisdom - an inner knowing which comes from a place beyond 3 D, dualistic thinking.

I met Marisa on the Shaumbra Creations section of the Crimson Circle Newsletter for February 2009 which was hosting a review/presentation of my 'This Strange and Precious Thing.' She had also recently written a book - a very interesting book - a channelled book. (She tells the story much better than I can, so you can follow her link http://www.newenergywriting.com/ and click on her June 2009 Newsletter which will take you to my interview, and thence to the rest of her website for more about her book.) It is the story of an Egyptian Pharaoh as told by himself - a personal and sensitive account which, unusually for anything told in a first person voice from those distant times, takes us empathetically and respectfully into the world of the feminine experience.

Thursday 4 June 2009

ALKANTARA REVISITED.

No, I haven't flown right back, it's just that more images are coming in. And not just images in the form of photos, but mind images - remembrances, vivid pictures in my mind, colours streaming in, sunbursts, scents, echoes of conversations had turning into new discussions I might have in the future, or food for thought about things I might write about later.

There's a story I could write around the conversation I had with Rosa and our host Abdel concerning characters in a book and a very strange piece of synchronicity about a strangely gifted tortoise called Cassiopeia.... but that's for another time. But for now, this, taken by Mark, is Sandhya and me just before boarding the plane home.


And this (right) is us tripping out amid the fluorescent bougainvillea again.

Now, this. This image below, when I first saw it at a smaller scale with the figure on the left seeming to merge into the background, I took it at first for some local Moroccan lady and wondered when I was shot. Obviously not when I was present. When I enlarged it I realised with some surprise that the lady in question was myself at the carpet emporium!

It was, of course, from the guided tour we all three of us took that day we went round the Medina.









Another image, (below right) taken by Mark when I was back at Alkantara luxuriating in the shade by the pool no doubt, is quite astonishing, I think. I'm not sure where it was. It may have been at the Riad itself, or somewhere they visited on their own, but it reminds me of the pose of certain goddesses carved on the outside of ancient Indian temples. Yet it has that beauty, delicacy and magical quality which comes with the play of light and shade of Islamic art.

INTERLUDE




Oh to be in England!
After all that exotic Moroccan colour, and after the shock of that wet, cold grey/green return from Fez in early May, Spring has sprung at last - not only sprung, but leapt into full summer heat. Wonderful! The birds sang their hearts out for a while, but now they're becoming drowsily quiet - except for the cawling and cackling of the corvus family. No, not the noisy neighbours, but crows and jackdaws and such. But if you listen hard you can still catch the sweet twitterings of green and goldfinches and a few swifts on the wing.
Our colours might be more subdued, (and these photos don't do them justice, but try just clicking onto one,) but there's nothing like the sounds and scents of an English garden.