In the spirit of enjoying reality through a literarily dappled lense, I've been throwing around the cheery Game of Thrones Stark family jingle 'winter is coming' to so many people around here that it's starting to elicit eye rolls. And winter has most certainly blanketed this snowy little town kept warm with a surprisingly broad music scene, a lot of laughter and let's not forget the huge range of fun things that can be happening when it's snowing! Out of all of the new adventures I'm loving though I have to say that my most favourite thing to do is to take Timber (the family dog) into the woods and hike through fresh powdery snow. The silence feeds me. This is infinitely preferable to hiking over black ice and compounded snow which is a regular occurrence up the big hill I live on top of, and routinely on the twenty minute walk to town I am seen by early morning dog-walkers shunting on my arse again and again as my boots dance like Tom and Jerry on banana peel trying to get a grip. Somehow I don't think I'll be making the cut for the next Disney on Ice spectacular. I really feel for skinny people who fall over a lot because it must hurt. For the most part I've escaped injury and it's funny and slightly inconvenient (arriving to work with mud stains and indiscriminate chunks of matter on my coat).
As most of you know I'm not exactly known for my athletic prowess (unless it's busting interpretive moves on the dance floor), but this climate means I don't sweat like a warthog when I move around and therefore I've been frothing on the hiking, cross country skiing, taboganning, snow-shoeing and a bit of snowboarding too. My sledding skills leave a lot to be desired and in one run through a few neighbours backyards I kind of hit the side of a house. So yeah that was fun. Nothing quite like encouraging your primary school housemates to join you in a bit of backyard tomfoolery and then demonstrate 'doing it wrong'. |And just before colliding with the house I let the five year old jump on my back and accompany me on a crazy carpet (piece of thin plastic that you slide over ice with) as I slid on my belly over a home-made back cracking jump and pelted fifty metres into the white inferno. Aside from bruises and a bit of knuckle skin missing it's all the best fun ever though and on most days it results in the kind of laughing that makes you wee a bit. I'm just learning to snowboard after finding some dusty gear in the shed here, although I haven't tried enough times to be as excited about it as most of my friends here are yet. Once I get past the stage of falling on my face/side/arse/wrists/knees/into ditches/off the chairlift I'll have some more fun stories to share for sure. As a result of all these new activities I've started throwing some laps at the local swimming pool to ease the burn in muscles that have been dormant for generations, and have been taking advantage of the steamroom, sauna and spa with great gusto. And all of this physical activity means that the cold weather isn't a challenging variable at all! The sun might set at four in the afternoon and it doesn't dance on the mountain tops till ten the next morning, but there are other ways to get your happy on! We humans must cease making excuses for accepting, enjoying and being thankful for this present moment. There is always, always a road through any terrain. Hobbits make it through Mordor for a reason and Tolkein was certainly privy to more than just a fanciful world of fantasy and high drama. Perhaps the thing I love the most about fantasy novels is that the protagonist's journey to heroism is a tale of our own potential and magic if we let it be so. Adversity exists in the physical dimension because we have forgotten our own magnificence and we must dredge it up now to create the reality in which all beings shall thrive.
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Which brings me to my current challenge. (Disclaimer: The 'fairy magic pyjama flowing dolphin unicorn' dialogue begins now, so tap out if you like).In the last month it has been made readily apparent to me in a myriad ways that I have difficulties in manifesting in this physical dimension all of the energetic threads that my being is comprised of. There is a huge chunk of my potential just not quite making it through to the physical. The only blockage that exists is the one created in the mind through various mechanisms. Without further adieu, allow me to break open my head and examine a series of extremely fortunate events that brought this glaringly into view.
Firstly, in the witching hours of the 12th of November, I had an Out of Body Experience (OOBE) where I visited the kitchen of a house I lived in a few years ago with much loved friends. It was extremely vivid and the first thing I did when I arrived in the kitchen was to give Ray a big hug because I haven't seen him in ages. When an OOBE is that technicoloured it tends to wake me up because I start trying to bilocate and send my physical body through the ethers as well (I know it's possible and it's one of my life goals to actualise this feat so I can travel the world without a passport and without contributing to carbon crunching plane rides everywhere, and also so I can connect with loved ones whenever the hell I feel like it). So I woke up, went to the toilet and settled back to bed with the intent to continue what had been a rather fantastic sleep up till then. Sleep didn't come, and instead the familiar anaesthetising sensations accompanying an extra terrestrial visitation started to come down on me. I'm sure it's different for everyone, but these experiences for me commonly begin with a series of whirring and clicking sounds, accompanied by an inability to move my body and sensations of strong energy being projected to my solar plexus, heart and head. This time I found myself on an operating table with my limbs restrained by liquidy metallic straps which are hard to describe with words but they didn't hurt. I was given an injection in my left arm, along with a telepathic message that it was good to see me again. None of this hurt. For anyone out there who hasn't experienced a telepathic conversation yet, it feels at first kind of like something pushing at the sides of your mind, which once you let it in is received as a message in a vision or in a feeling. Well that's how it works for me. For the most part it seems that it would be very difficult to lie about intent in a telepathic conversation because the connection between beings is so strong in this state that you see into the other being to a level where you can discern their reasons for wanting to communicate with you in the first place. In any case I wasn't too worried about being on the operating table or having an injection. My head was pushed up by a liquidy strap and I could only see the wall behind me; all I saw of these beings was one large shadow of a long limbed and talon-like hand. I quickly remembered that I had been having trouble with one of my teeth, which partially cracked off in Guatemala the month before. Being on an operating table and all I asked the talon-handy critters if they wouldn't mind taking a look at and possibly healing my tooth. Almost immediately my vision was filled with sparks as the sound of high frequency drilling emanated from my mouth along with some weird silvery liquid. I heard some kind of grunty language which I understood on a telepathic level and although I forget the general gist of it, it was humourous banter regarding the current prevailing opinions about extra-terrestrial involvement or lack thereof on planet Earth. And then I was back in bed and wide awake and rubbing my arm which was throbbing. My tooth felt fine although it was still jagged and most definitely still gone. I returned to the land of nod and recorded as many details as I could remember in my visitation journal when I woke up at a more reasonable hour the next day.
I feel like adding here that many times during this experience my perception was flipping between the physical reality of lying in my bed, and the physical reality of lying on an operating table. I could smell, feel, hear, taste and see in both places and both felt as real as the other. This is quite the discombobulating experience for anyone who is still of the belief that they are merely a physical body having a linear and singular physical experience. Which is why I think most people block from their perception the multi-dimensional levels of existence we occupy. This goes for myself too. There is certainly much more to reality than I am currently privy to.
At two in the afternoon the following day, while I was hiking with Timber in the woods, I noticed that a little bit of tooth had appeared in my gum where previously there was nothing. Needless to say I was quite excited about this development! Over the next couple of weeks it seemed like not much else was happening and I kind of forgot about the whole thing. Then I ate a rice krispee at work and I think a bit more tooth cracked off although I never found it (probably swallowed it). Definitely time to see a dentist in the physical dimension! I scored a deep filling and got to wondering about what the hell was up with that visitation and the tiny nub of tooth that came out of it. More on this soon.
Another visitation of note occurred on the 1st of December at 5am, just after the time that I required a visit to the bathroom. At first, I felt the gentle pushing sensation against the edges of my consciousness...I guess it's a polite telepathic door knock because there are certainly other ways to steamroll through one's consciousness so I'm grateful to the door knocking peoples out there! After opening the energetic door so to speak, my vision was flooded with images of artworks that I had created in some other place/time/dimension/now but not here. I was admiring these works one by one, when slowly the works all turned into the same image of a shy looking thin white hairless being peeking out from behind an image of a purple spiral galaxy. Everything in the image was purple in hue apart from the being which was white not in the Caucasian sense, but milk white. As I got comfortable looking at the image of the strange being and its energy which seemed warm and well-meaning, I found myself simultaneously occupying physical space in my bed and physical space aboard a small craft with a view to heavenly purple galaxy lands. What a pleasure!
As I sat beside this shy white being with the kindest eyes I've seen in a long time, the being started sending me rapid fire dynamic 3D images that rotated through all the spatial planes that I'm capable of perceiving. The images appeared to be blueprints for electronic equipment that you would find aboard spacecraft, combined with organic elements from turtles and birds. For example, there was an image of a craft that mimicked the movement and form of a turtle, and created propulsion whirlpools in the space around it through turbine-looking contraptions that were not running on any sort of fuel and rather seemed to be utilised to receive energy from the surrounds. As from that poor explanation you've probably guessed that I'm not an engineer, mechanic or mechanically minded being in the slightest. I was more mesmerised by the beautiful colours and forms that were so different to anything I've seen before and so streamlined, sleek and very obviously environmentally friendly. I get the impression I'm going to recall and draw these images someday, and I certainly hope other people are receiving these inputs so that we can begin to travel freely without eating the insides of planet Earth.
And another noteworthy happening from this visitation - I was inking out a sketch for an art concept later that day and using the new staedler pens I purchased a couple of days before. The purple pen was missing. I had cleaned my room at about 11pm the night before this occurrence, and distinctly recall seeing all pens in their rightful penbox including the purple pen. Said purple pen appeared two days later right in the middle of my room, just chilling out on the floor as if it had been there the whole time. Which it hadn't. Because it's a purple pen and when one is looking all over the house for a purple pen it tends to be readily visible since it's purple and all.
I've had a few other visitations in this last month as well. In many of these experiences, I can feel adjustments being made to my cranium as well as energy projected into my body. It all usually feels pretty amazing. I also have the occasional visitation from reptilians and I know they receive a lot of bad press in the ET-accepting community which is totes racist. There are dark aspects to all manifestations of universal energy although it's good to remember that at the core of everything is love. Arduous experiences are usually the things that teach us the most about ourselves and allow us to grow after all. Unless of course we freak out, get caught up in the fear and then damage ourselves with our perceptions of this magnificent universe that we are and are a valid expression of. Just as reptilians are a valid expression. One visitation I had this month was with a rather short squat reptilian who was teaching my Dad and I a form of telepathy which is a bit more pushy than the door-knocking variety and involves a more direct projection of images directly into another's mind without navigating the rippling edges of their consciousness. Towards the end of the class this reptilian was putting one finger between my eyebrows and an entire universe of information would just blast out into my mind. I woke up from this visitation feeling completely retarded and thankfully didn't have any urgent errands to run during the day. I have to say that if they taught things like that at university I'd probably still be there instead of avoiding its institutional indoctrination like the plague.
Why would these beings bother teaching a couple of human meatbags their preferred modes of communication?
Because we are not from here. Because we are all enjoying an experience on planet Earth this time around but it doesn't mean that we have all been here forever, although we have certainly been forever. Forever is a long time and it seems legitimate that many beings would like to change it up and enjoy a wide range of experiences on offer throughout the universe. I've certainly been a reptilian before. One can't receive so many visitations from a group of beings without their having some form of personal invested interest. Familial interest, relatively speaking etc etc. I've met my reptilian parents a few times and they are awesome. Does my Dad on planet Earth remember this visitation in particular? Not sure to be honest, I kind of forgot to tell him about it as one does when daily life is also happening on top of all this stuff. Irrespective of whether we acknowledge the full wondrousness of all this universe has to offer or not, however, it still exists. Television channels are still running when you turn the television off. Tune in or drop out, it's all a choice and I suppose you'd only bother to tune into these sorts of things if it seemed to be of benefit to you.
I have a lot of friends who are interested in all things sciency and if they are still reading right now (hi fellow nerds!) some of them may have some explanations lined up to explain away my experiences. My neural synapses are particularly receptive to dimethyltryptamine that is released during sleep and therefore I 'trip balls' a lot and see things that don't actually exist. I am 'suffering' from delusions. If any of this was truly happening surely I would have taken a photo by now. If intelligent life did exist in the universe they are so far away that it would be impossible for them to travel the distance in a lifetime. I have heard it all and more and to be honest it's pretty arrogant of humans to perpetually assume that the current level of technology available on planet Earth is the cutting edge technology in the universe. That if we haven't thought of a way then no other life form possibly could. I'm not sure when or how we started to think like this but I believe it has something to do with the way that we communicate with spoken and written language. Both of which are the kinds of tools you rely upon when you have forgotten how to open the channels of telepathy which would connect you with not only all the beings on planet Earth but in the receptive universe too. It tickles me to think that the very thing we champion as our greatest triumph (the mind) is the very thing that is running this planet into the dust. The double edged sword mentioned in the bible, perchance. I'm no Christian but there are words of truth salted through the bible that make a whole lot of sense.
And so my challenge at this point is to do with fully manifesting in the physical dimension all of the threads of my being and the potentials that come with this. For example, my art is nice but it's not transmitting fully the information which I would like to bring through to the consciousness of all who view it. The sacred geometry course I took when I first moved to Nelson certainly made that clear. I felt like I had dropped a heroic dose of acid for days after that amazing course, which for me is always a sign that a massive energetic blockage has been worked through and information can finally come flooding in like it has been trying to for so long. So anyone out there who is interested in sacred geometry, if Ari Lazer from the Travelling Alchemists Outreach Society ever comes to town be sure to get involved and receive the downloads.
Also, with my tooth issue, I've come to think that I can't just be relying on visitations to fix any problems I'm creating for myself on the physical dimension. Sure, these beings can teach me ways to deal with problems and can perhaps catalyse physical changes for me to show me the way forward, but they're not going to change my nappies for me. With the tooth that cracked off and eventually needed a filling, I know that current scientific dialogues are of the school of thought where teeth can't grow back like that. Placing these kinds of physical limitations upon collective consciousness doesn't sit well with me and I still believe it can be done. My failure this month is not substantial proof to me that efforts in this direction will always be a failure. In all other instances my body has been a pretty wonderful barometer for what areas of life I need to work on and the tooth is no different. So far as I can tell it seems to be to do with processing and digesting life and making decisions in the physical dimension. Certainly I've been floating around fairly aimlessly for the last year and it's time to lay down some goals for the coming times and to get solid! I'd be the first to admit I float around in other dimensions a lot of the time to the detriment of the physical. It's been good to hang out with the kids I live with a lot in the snow because kids are always in their bodies and they are teaching me a lot!
So as the darkest day of the year draws near I get ready to dance for the next couple of nights in celebration of this winter solstice - dancing is the best way I can think of so far to process and to shake off residual energies from all physical and non-physical experiences. Winter solstice seemed like a good time to reflect on this recently acknowledged challenge of remaining in and bringing through my full potential to this reality. To help me remember that this is what I'm focussing on (because I am pretty dreamy and like to wander a lot, not just across planet Earth) I wrote myself some goals! That's something I haven't done since I was a teen and I'm not sure why. Anyway in the interests of unblocking myself, I'm writing these goals here too because words are a spell...
I effervesce with the most radiance, joy and health, and I consistently feel the best ever.
I consistently complete the best ever artworks which heal and awaken every being who views them, and am perpetually inspired and motivated to increase the beauty of this magnificent universe.
I am an awesome superhero and am using my superpowers to save the best planet ever.
I channel the best body movements ever for my body and I move into the greatest states of flexibility, strength and vitality ever.
I write and illustrate the greatest children's books ever, and millions of beings are inspired to be the greatest beings ever because they read these books.
I am beyond overflowing with abundance in all areas of life - health, love, laughter, art, music and all the best things ever.
I choose to have the best day ever today :)
I use the saying 'the best ever' a lot. This is not because I want to be better than anyone else. We can all be the best ever simultaneously, how awesome is that! When I say I want to write the best children's books ever it is in conjunction with all the other best children's authors ever! Doctor Seuss is the best children's author ever. Lewis Carroll is also the best children's author ever. You feel what I'm throwing down here.
Oh yeah I should mention that working at the ski hill is heaps of fun too, since I spend forty hours a week up there. The team I work with is awesome, the kitchen vibe is awesome and all the people who come off the hill totally buzzed from laying tracks down the mountains make my day the best day ever with their drunk-happy smiles. Drunk off happiness that is.
To infinity and beyond my beautiful friends. Happy winter solstice, and may the next year be the best one ever!!
As most of you know I'm not exactly known for my athletic prowess (unless it's busting interpretive moves on the dance floor), but this climate means I don't sweat like a warthog when I move around and therefore I've been frothing on the hiking, cross country skiing, taboganning, snow-shoeing and a bit of snowboarding too. My sledding skills leave a lot to be desired and in one run through a few neighbours backyards I kind of hit the side of a house. So yeah that was fun. Nothing quite like encouraging your primary school housemates to join you in a bit of backyard tomfoolery and then demonstrate 'doing it wrong'. |And just before colliding with the house I let the five year old jump on my back and accompany me on a crazy carpet (piece of thin plastic that you slide over ice with) as I slid on my belly over a home-made back cracking jump and pelted fifty metres into the white inferno. Aside from bruises and a bit of knuckle skin missing it's all the best fun ever though and on most days it results in the kind of laughing that makes you wee a bit. I'm just learning to snowboard after finding some dusty gear in the shed here, although I haven't tried enough times to be as excited about it as most of my friends here are yet. Once I get past the stage of falling on my face/side/arse/wrists/knees/into ditches/off the chairlift I'll have some more fun stories to share for sure. As a result of all these new activities I've started throwing some laps at the local swimming pool to ease the burn in muscles that have been dormant for generations, and have been taking advantage of the steamroom, sauna and spa with great gusto. And all of this physical activity means that the cold weather isn't a challenging variable at all! The sun might set at four in the afternoon and it doesn't dance on the mountain tops till ten the next morning, but there are other ways to get your happy on! We humans must cease making excuses for accepting, enjoying and being thankful for this present moment. There is always, always a road through any terrain. Hobbits make it through Mordor for a reason and Tolkein was certainly privy to more than just a fanciful world of fantasy and high drama. Perhaps the thing I love the most about fantasy novels is that the protagonist's journey to heroism is a tale of our own potential and magic if we let it be so. Adversity exists in the physical dimension because we have forgotten our own magnificence and we must dredge it up now to create the reality in which all beings shall thrive.
Timber is confused yet like Jesus walks on water anyway, and I look like I'm taking a dump.
Between the woods and frozen lake...
Snowshoeing with workmates Tegan and Shayna, both legends.
Tegan falls over in the snow because snowshoes are a bit awkward at first.
The morning view where I work. Whitewater ski resort is pretty!
snow blossoms in my yard.
All houses in town have beautiful icicles decorating them. Way prettier than plastic baubles.
When the temperature falls below zero Timber's whiskers freeze over.
My thrift-store snow pants required some galaxies on them before they were deemed ready to clothe a space weasel,
I spent a lot of tie this month checking out my planetary aspects, which required that I paint my star chart. Computer generated versions are not galactic enough!!
Beginnings of a sacred geometry inspired piece
A visitation-inspired turtle I gifted to a new friend for her birthday.
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My current totem pole. Because we don't all have to be eagles or dolphins. Every animal is here for a reason and everyone trying to resonate with the energy of a lion or an eagle or a dolphin has contributed to the homogenised way we perceive reality as a collective. Feel free to tune into the strengths of the fruit bat or the cicada or summink else, kiddliwinks. We are all king of the jungle in some way or other. Every animal has its strengths and they're all necessary.
Timber deals me a tough hand from Crowley's Thoth deck.
Mountain bike trails are great fun to hike and fall over on. I fell over on this bridge twenty seconds after taking this photo...there is part of the bridge that tilts down as you go over it. My body tilted all the way to the floor. Yeah! Nailed it!
Tree pizzas.
What do you say about this road, Robert Frost?
Water is a mysterious and magnificent molecule and I am in love with it.
Anja and Jess are great pals and I'm lucky to be surrounded by so many amazing people here in Nelson!!
Ice hockey is a cross between WWF wrestling and Disney on Ice. Whacking one another with sticks is encouraged. I am confused by all this yet also amused and entertained.
We baked cookies for all the neighbours!
We ate a lot of cookies and got a sugar rush
Don't pretend you didn't eat any cookies Liam!
Wake up, look outside bedroom window, observe bald eagle just chilling out in the tree. Cool.
More sacred geoms
Concept for a planned piece of faun epicness
I love bees a lot. It would be awesome if bees stayed on the planet. I have this theory that all that manifests in the physical begins at the thought and heart level. I love you bees and I think you belong in my world and I draw you to honour your magnificence.
I love you too, Pangolins. You belong in my world and I absorb your DNA strands into my consciousness for infinity and send all the spectrum of healing energies into your existence, that all of humanity might love and honour you too.
Sam the cosmic racing snail suddenly remembers that he is eternal love consciousness having a physical experience in a snail meatbag for a short while. All are friends not faux. Sam endeavours from that moment forth to spiral love inwards and outwards in all directions of time and space because all is inexplicably linked to him and it is magnificent. The end...is the beginning...etc
Which brings me to my current challenge. (Disclaimer: The 'fairy magic pyjama flowing dolphin unicorn' dialogue begins now, so tap out if you like).In the last month it has been made readily apparent to me in a myriad ways that I have difficulties in manifesting in this physical dimension all of the energetic threads that my being is comprised of. There is a huge chunk of my potential just not quite making it through to the physical. The only blockage that exists is the one created in the mind through various mechanisms. Without further adieu, allow me to break open my head and examine a series of extremely fortunate events that brought this glaringly into view.
Firstly, in the witching hours of the 12th of November, I had an Out of Body Experience (OOBE) where I visited the kitchen of a house I lived in a few years ago with much loved friends. It was extremely vivid and the first thing I did when I arrived in the kitchen was to give Ray a big hug because I haven't seen him in ages. When an OOBE is that technicoloured it tends to wake me up because I start trying to bilocate and send my physical body through the ethers as well (I know it's possible and it's one of my life goals to actualise this feat so I can travel the world without a passport and without contributing to carbon crunching plane rides everywhere, and also so I can connect with loved ones whenever the hell I feel like it). So I woke up, went to the toilet and settled back to bed with the intent to continue what had been a rather fantastic sleep up till then. Sleep didn't come, and instead the familiar anaesthetising sensations accompanying an extra terrestrial visitation started to come down on me. I'm sure it's different for everyone, but these experiences for me commonly begin with a series of whirring and clicking sounds, accompanied by an inability to move my body and sensations of strong energy being projected to my solar plexus, heart and head. This time I found myself on an operating table with my limbs restrained by liquidy metallic straps which are hard to describe with words but they didn't hurt. I was given an injection in my left arm, along with a telepathic message that it was good to see me again. None of this hurt. For anyone out there who hasn't experienced a telepathic conversation yet, it feels at first kind of like something pushing at the sides of your mind, which once you let it in is received as a message in a vision or in a feeling. Well that's how it works for me. For the most part it seems that it would be very difficult to lie about intent in a telepathic conversation because the connection between beings is so strong in this state that you see into the other being to a level where you can discern their reasons for wanting to communicate with you in the first place. In any case I wasn't too worried about being on the operating table or having an injection. My head was pushed up by a liquidy strap and I could only see the wall behind me; all I saw of these beings was one large shadow of a long limbed and talon-like hand. I quickly remembered that I had been having trouble with one of my teeth, which partially cracked off in Guatemala the month before. Being on an operating table and all I asked the talon-handy critters if they wouldn't mind taking a look at and possibly healing my tooth. Almost immediately my vision was filled with sparks as the sound of high frequency drilling emanated from my mouth along with some weird silvery liquid. I heard some kind of grunty language which I understood on a telepathic level and although I forget the general gist of it, it was humourous banter regarding the current prevailing opinions about extra-terrestrial involvement or lack thereof on planet Earth. And then I was back in bed and wide awake and rubbing my arm which was throbbing. My tooth felt fine although it was still jagged and most definitely still gone. I returned to the land of nod and recorded as many details as I could remember in my visitation journal when I woke up at a more reasonable hour the next day.
I feel like adding here that many times during this experience my perception was flipping between the physical reality of lying in my bed, and the physical reality of lying on an operating table. I could smell, feel, hear, taste and see in both places and both felt as real as the other. This is quite the discombobulating experience for anyone who is still of the belief that they are merely a physical body having a linear and singular physical experience. Which is why I think most people block from their perception the multi-dimensional levels of existence we occupy. This goes for myself too. There is certainly much more to reality than I am currently privy to.
At two in the afternoon the following day, while I was hiking with Timber in the woods, I noticed that a little bit of tooth had appeared in my gum where previously there was nothing. Needless to say I was quite excited about this development! Over the next couple of weeks it seemed like not much else was happening and I kind of forgot about the whole thing. Then I ate a rice krispee at work and I think a bit more tooth cracked off although I never found it (probably swallowed it). Definitely time to see a dentist in the physical dimension! I scored a deep filling and got to wondering about what the hell was up with that visitation and the tiny nub of tooth that came out of it. More on this soon.
Another visitation of note occurred on the 1st of December at 5am, just after the time that I required a visit to the bathroom. At first, I felt the gentle pushing sensation against the edges of my consciousness...I guess it's a polite telepathic door knock because there are certainly other ways to steamroll through one's consciousness so I'm grateful to the door knocking peoples out there! After opening the energetic door so to speak, my vision was flooded with images of artworks that I had created in some other place/time/dimension/now but not here. I was admiring these works one by one, when slowly the works all turned into the same image of a shy looking thin white hairless being peeking out from behind an image of a purple spiral galaxy. Everything in the image was purple in hue apart from the being which was white not in the Caucasian sense, but milk white. As I got comfortable looking at the image of the strange being and its energy which seemed warm and well-meaning, I found myself simultaneously occupying physical space in my bed and physical space aboard a small craft with a view to heavenly purple galaxy lands. What a pleasure!
As I sat beside this shy white being with the kindest eyes I've seen in a long time, the being started sending me rapid fire dynamic 3D images that rotated through all the spatial planes that I'm capable of perceiving. The images appeared to be blueprints for electronic equipment that you would find aboard spacecraft, combined with organic elements from turtles and birds. For example, there was an image of a craft that mimicked the movement and form of a turtle, and created propulsion whirlpools in the space around it through turbine-looking contraptions that were not running on any sort of fuel and rather seemed to be utilised to receive energy from the surrounds. As from that poor explanation you've probably guessed that I'm not an engineer, mechanic or mechanically minded being in the slightest. I was more mesmerised by the beautiful colours and forms that were so different to anything I've seen before and so streamlined, sleek and very obviously environmentally friendly. I get the impression I'm going to recall and draw these images someday, and I certainly hope other people are receiving these inputs so that we can begin to travel freely without eating the insides of planet Earth.
And another noteworthy happening from this visitation - I was inking out a sketch for an art concept later that day and using the new staedler pens I purchased a couple of days before. The purple pen was missing. I had cleaned my room at about 11pm the night before this occurrence, and distinctly recall seeing all pens in their rightful penbox including the purple pen. Said purple pen appeared two days later right in the middle of my room, just chilling out on the floor as if it had been there the whole time. Which it hadn't. Because it's a purple pen and when one is looking all over the house for a purple pen it tends to be readily visible since it's purple and all.
I've had a few other visitations in this last month as well. In many of these experiences, I can feel adjustments being made to my cranium as well as energy projected into my body. It all usually feels pretty amazing. I also have the occasional visitation from reptilians and I know they receive a lot of bad press in the ET-accepting community which is totes racist. There are dark aspects to all manifestations of universal energy although it's good to remember that at the core of everything is love. Arduous experiences are usually the things that teach us the most about ourselves and allow us to grow after all. Unless of course we freak out, get caught up in the fear and then damage ourselves with our perceptions of this magnificent universe that we are and are a valid expression of. Just as reptilians are a valid expression. One visitation I had this month was with a rather short squat reptilian who was teaching my Dad and I a form of telepathy which is a bit more pushy than the door-knocking variety and involves a more direct projection of images directly into another's mind without navigating the rippling edges of their consciousness. Towards the end of the class this reptilian was putting one finger between my eyebrows and an entire universe of information would just blast out into my mind. I woke up from this visitation feeling completely retarded and thankfully didn't have any urgent errands to run during the day. I have to say that if they taught things like that at university I'd probably still be there instead of avoiding its institutional indoctrination like the plague.
Why would these beings bother teaching a couple of human meatbags their preferred modes of communication?
Because we are not from here. Because we are all enjoying an experience on planet Earth this time around but it doesn't mean that we have all been here forever, although we have certainly been forever. Forever is a long time and it seems legitimate that many beings would like to change it up and enjoy a wide range of experiences on offer throughout the universe. I've certainly been a reptilian before. One can't receive so many visitations from a group of beings without their having some form of personal invested interest. Familial interest, relatively speaking etc etc. I've met my reptilian parents a few times and they are awesome. Does my Dad on planet Earth remember this visitation in particular? Not sure to be honest, I kind of forgot to tell him about it as one does when daily life is also happening on top of all this stuff. Irrespective of whether we acknowledge the full wondrousness of all this universe has to offer or not, however, it still exists. Television channels are still running when you turn the television off. Tune in or drop out, it's all a choice and I suppose you'd only bother to tune into these sorts of things if it seemed to be of benefit to you.
I have a lot of friends who are interested in all things sciency and if they are still reading right now (hi fellow nerds!) some of them may have some explanations lined up to explain away my experiences. My neural synapses are particularly receptive to dimethyltryptamine that is released during sleep and therefore I 'trip balls' a lot and see things that don't actually exist. I am 'suffering' from delusions. If any of this was truly happening surely I would have taken a photo by now. If intelligent life did exist in the universe they are so far away that it would be impossible for them to travel the distance in a lifetime. I have heard it all and more and to be honest it's pretty arrogant of humans to perpetually assume that the current level of technology available on planet Earth is the cutting edge technology in the universe. That if we haven't thought of a way then no other life form possibly could. I'm not sure when or how we started to think like this but I believe it has something to do with the way that we communicate with spoken and written language. Both of which are the kinds of tools you rely upon when you have forgotten how to open the channels of telepathy which would connect you with not only all the beings on planet Earth but in the receptive universe too. It tickles me to think that the very thing we champion as our greatest triumph (the mind) is the very thing that is running this planet into the dust. The double edged sword mentioned in the bible, perchance. I'm no Christian but there are words of truth salted through the bible that make a whole lot of sense.
And so my challenge at this point is to do with fully manifesting in the physical dimension all of the threads of my being and the potentials that come with this. For example, my art is nice but it's not transmitting fully the information which I would like to bring through to the consciousness of all who view it. The sacred geometry course I took when I first moved to Nelson certainly made that clear. I felt like I had dropped a heroic dose of acid for days after that amazing course, which for me is always a sign that a massive energetic blockage has been worked through and information can finally come flooding in like it has been trying to for so long. So anyone out there who is interested in sacred geometry, if Ari Lazer from the Travelling Alchemists Outreach Society ever comes to town be sure to get involved and receive the downloads.
Also, with my tooth issue, I've come to think that I can't just be relying on visitations to fix any problems I'm creating for myself on the physical dimension. Sure, these beings can teach me ways to deal with problems and can perhaps catalyse physical changes for me to show me the way forward, but they're not going to change my nappies for me. With the tooth that cracked off and eventually needed a filling, I know that current scientific dialogues are of the school of thought where teeth can't grow back like that. Placing these kinds of physical limitations upon collective consciousness doesn't sit well with me and I still believe it can be done. My failure this month is not substantial proof to me that efforts in this direction will always be a failure. In all other instances my body has been a pretty wonderful barometer for what areas of life I need to work on and the tooth is no different. So far as I can tell it seems to be to do with processing and digesting life and making decisions in the physical dimension. Certainly I've been floating around fairly aimlessly for the last year and it's time to lay down some goals for the coming times and to get solid! I'd be the first to admit I float around in other dimensions a lot of the time to the detriment of the physical. It's been good to hang out with the kids I live with a lot in the snow because kids are always in their bodies and they are teaching me a lot!
So as the darkest day of the year draws near I get ready to dance for the next couple of nights in celebration of this winter solstice - dancing is the best way I can think of so far to process and to shake off residual energies from all physical and non-physical experiences. Winter solstice seemed like a good time to reflect on this recently acknowledged challenge of remaining in and bringing through my full potential to this reality. To help me remember that this is what I'm focussing on (because I am pretty dreamy and like to wander a lot, not just across planet Earth) I wrote myself some goals! That's something I haven't done since I was a teen and I'm not sure why. Anyway in the interests of unblocking myself, I'm writing these goals here too because words are a spell...
I effervesce with the most radiance, joy and health, and I consistently feel the best ever.
I consistently complete the best ever artworks which heal and awaken every being who views them, and am perpetually inspired and motivated to increase the beauty of this magnificent universe.
I am an awesome superhero and am using my superpowers to save the best planet ever.
I channel the best body movements ever for my body and I move into the greatest states of flexibility, strength and vitality ever.
I write and illustrate the greatest children's books ever, and millions of beings are inspired to be the greatest beings ever because they read these books.
I am beyond overflowing with abundance in all areas of life - health, love, laughter, art, music and all the best things ever.
I choose to have the best day ever today :)
I use the saying 'the best ever' a lot. This is not because I want to be better than anyone else. We can all be the best ever simultaneously, how awesome is that! When I say I want to write the best children's books ever it is in conjunction with all the other best children's authors ever! Doctor Seuss is the best children's author ever. Lewis Carroll is also the best children's author ever. You feel what I'm throwing down here.
Oh yeah I should mention that working at the ski hill is heaps of fun too, since I spend forty hours a week up there. The team I work with is awesome, the kitchen vibe is awesome and all the people who come off the hill totally buzzed from laying tracks down the mountains make my day the best day ever with their drunk-happy smiles. Drunk off happiness that is.
To infinity and beyond my beautiful friends. Happy winter solstice, and may the next year be the best one ever!!
