Flower Children Finally Appreciated

The First Wave of Flower Children Paved the Way

 

It is amazing that the first wave of awakening souls in the 20^th century were the flower children. They were trying to make statements without violence.  The gentle rebellion against the status quo was such a reaction against many dark systems.   They were opposing the military/industrial complex and the treatment of minority people.  It would be interesting if the movement and growth could have progressed without the addition of substances.  Adding drugs to this wave of discontent youth only served to dis-empower any true watermark of achievement.  If we, (as I was one of these people) could have just stuck to coffee houses, Socratic discussion, and singing peace songs, oh how sublime. This group was reacting to the robot like attempt at education. It became obvious that we were being programmed and then we get married and buy lots of commercial products, house, car and plan for retirement.  Life is short and we were on a train running us towards someone else’s dream.  True education, Eastern meditation and gurus, and a rebirth of Native American mysticism fueled the fire of our discontent.  It was the scientific community that followed Descartes belief that emotions were unnecessary.  It was flower power that sought to exonerate our emotional beings.  We were emerging and yet being held down by the use of substances that made us even more passive.  Another scary mis guided trek was towards sexual liberation. Sex needed to be liberated and to be discussed, however; there were the slimy pervert’s in raincoats that also benefitted. It was the first attempt at throwing down the gauntlet at the Stepford Plastic People. We threw a wreath of flowers but there was a ripple effect. We were the Gandhi like resistance saying we have had enough.  There was a machine that treated humans like sheep on a conveyor belt but who were they?  We were manipulated to the max and finally wanted to regain some autonomy.  Like the innocents that we were, we had no idea of the giant we shook our fits at.  Long before we were born the wealthy elite had already decided our fate. The wealthy elite have been in power much longer than imaginable and have aligned with a dark agenda that we just call the shadow. The playing field was never even.  If you work hard all your life you will won’t be able to get there.  If you work hard all your life, you will get arthritis from the Fluoride anyway.  You won’t be dancing in your golden years with the man you love: Men more than women will die out early.  About when I was born a decision was made to add Fluoride to drinking water with the understanding it would prevent decay.  We accepted having poison added without control to our fresh drinking water.  My father was a dentist who bought into the biased research that this indeed was true.  When I was watching Obama accept his second term in Chicago, the crowd almost reminded me of those who were at Woodstock in the 60’s.  I saw people united in their vision and dream once again, only much more sober I think.  I think this second wave of young people can carry our dream across the relay line and on into our ever evolving human consciousness.  Keep dreaming about the world you want to live in, because it might be our grandchildren that carry us across that threshold. 

 

Fairy Magic at Findhorn Scotland

Long ago I read a book called 'The Magic of Findhorn'.  I believe it is out of print.  After visiting Findhorn in 1981, I realized the community had changed a great deal from Findhorn early days.  In fact at the time of our visit the community described itself as 'going through growing pains'.  My first reaction was some disappointment because it was not the quaint place where nature divas dance and there were no 40 pound cabbages.  I had envisioned a Shangri-la.  It was far from that. 

I expressed some disappointment and our group facilitator put me to work doing construction on a new building.  He felt that jumping right into this working community would be the best medicine for my initial shock.  At Findhorn everyone works.  The President of Findhorn works.  In fact there are no lowly jobs.  Everyone takes turns, being a janitor scrubbing toilets, to waiting on the tables at dinner time.  'Eileen's guidance' told her:  the so called service jobs were perhaps the most spiritual ones.  Many CEO's lose touch with who they really are by simply walling themselves up in a plush office somewhere.  Also, everyone has a chance to develop leadership by taking the 'group focalizer position' on any given day.  Well, let me back up...what is Findhorn?

Last paragraph I mention Eileen Caddy.  Eileen and Peter Caddy are the founders of Findhorn.  This couple was living on well fare, almost starving in a rundown trailer park.  In Scotland, trailer parks are called caravan parks.  They described themselves as people who were honestly trying to find work, but, nothing was manifesting to them in the way of a job.  They had a few caravan friends in the same boat.  Eileen decided to plant a vegetable garden to sustain them.  The soil was rocky and Findhorn is located on the Moray Firth, North Sea.

The growing season and soil conditions are far from ideal and yet Eileen just knew that the government commodities were not enough: This garden was needed.  During her time digging and weeding in her small garden, Eileen was visited by the 'fairy kingdom' or as she would call them 'nature divas'.  She heard a voice pleading with her to plant some vegetables together and to talk to some struggling plants.  Of-course she thought she had gone mad and over the edge mentally, but it kept happening.  She was also visited by another 'higher order' entity that she called 'my guidance'. 

 I will jump ahead to tell you that a local news team from Inverness, Scotland received word that Findhorn had a bit of fairy magic going on.  The news flash was:  They are growing roses in the snow, 40 pound cabbages, and they are able to feed the caravan park (now) with the abundant vegetable produce of that garden.  There was indeed magic.  Over the next 10 years, people would visit, but they were put right to work in the garden.  Working in the garden was the happiest place of all...and some of these visitors were those bank presidents and CEOs who would normally not want to dirty their hands.  The flowers were vivid in color and fragrance and almost sang songs if they could.  The vegetables became plump and the most delicious, flavorful produce any had ever eaten.  Yes, Findhorn was the buzz word now around Scotland and England, And in a short time...the world.

What happened?  Is there a curse that comes with fame and fortune?  Eileen and Peter moved into the fast lane.  They jet hopped continents and had doors open to them never imaginable.  Eileen was the 'mother figure' to the community.  When problems would crop up for those now in charge of the gardens, and building construction, and preschool and child care, and weaving cotton clothing, and performing folk dances, and various other community endeavors, who to call:  Eileen.  She would find a quiet spot and go within.  Eileen's guidance would instruct the community on how to solve various problems.  Sounds perfect so far and it was until one day it stopped.  'The Guidance' told Eileen to retire from this role.  It was now time for others to tune into their own guidance. 

Oh, yes, there was a huge collective moan and groan.  This community changed from being 'magical' to having to work on more mundane and less glamorous facts of community life.  Egos flared, human pettiness set in, there were now troubles in a once idyllic community.  But it had to happen.  This community had to 'find its own legs'.

Well, when did I arrive at Findhorn.  I was there about 2 years after Eileen stopped giving the community guidance.  And no it was not at all what I had imagined.  I was confronted with some hard realities there.

And towards the end of my stay I felt like Dorothy clicking her heels and saying 'there's no place like home'.

It took years to realize what I learned and experienced at Findhorn.  I learned quite a bit about communities. My guidance is telling me I am to be part of a community like Findhorn one day...and to help create and start it.  Sometimes we fly around the world in search of a truth, only to realize it was in our own back yard all the while.

We just don't see it.  And with Findhorn: That above statement is how I felt for a while.  Then I realized another truth:  I collected lots of sharp pebbles in my shoe while at Findhorn, only now I see them as gold nuggets.  There was magic there after all. I think I brought home a wee fairy too.

The End...but no...

I decided to add a bit to my Findhorn story. I was remembering some other interesting details. I was elected to work in the kitchen and it was wonderful.  All the kitchen machinery, like a mill and dough mixer had names.  There was a bus called Daphne.  The metal beings have their own devas and appreciate higher thought as well.  Lunch was a buffet and probably easy in that all the salad greens were brought out and I made a large quart of dressing.  It was vegetarian fare except for eggs.  The hens were happy and well cared for.  When hens stopped laying they were retired and allowed to live out their life.  That was very kind of Findhorn as usually they are killed.  There were goats for cheese and milk and I suspect they were treated with respect as well. We began our day standing in a circle with the kitchen supervisor who would be the "focalizer" for the day.  We asked for harmony and blessings as we prepared food.  I did not notice any tension as is common with kitchen staff sometimes.  That is significant because we had an international kitchen.  The supervisor was from Spain and spoke little English,  People from around the globe came to Findhorn.  They brought their own culture to the cooking and enhanced the variety for everyone.  

It was odd that this trip was also serving as a honeymoon of sorts.  My new husband and I had not taken a real vacation or holiday as many newly weds do.  It was not a romantic experience for us.  We found ourselves attracted to other people.  I developed a crush on someone and even after returning home continued to dream about him.  My then husband also was very attracted to a young Swedish lady.  It might have contributed to our divorce in some ways.  I don't want to blame Findhorn for that.  It is always a choice people make.  The guides for our group said that this happens to all couples at Findhorn.  The emphasis is on personal growth and transformation.  A couple might be holding each other in a stagnant pattern.  Looking back, I believe we should have been able to reconcile our relationship but we really did not.  From Findhorn on, our partnership became a friendship only.  A few years later we did separate.  I have done all kinds of soul searching about this and finally believe that separating was the outcome for us.  Perhaps the only one that could have happened.  I still have a great deal of love for my ex but realize there were vast differences in our world view and path.  There is only one way we could have made it...to take giant leaps forward in our cosmic understanding and awareness.  Somethings just take time.  

Findhorn maintained that Arizona's Arcosanti was a sister community.  I will post a You Tube video to show you the community.  Soleri believes in being frugal.  He has a wonderful design for a community that is only 2% built since its inception in the 1960's.  We are fans anyway, inspite of the very slow pace.  My son had an internship there.  If they are to move more rapidly, we think create a wonderful environment for the interns who are free labor. That means spend some money on air conditioning for the summer months and maybe reduce the fees.  In the 1980's  Peter Caddy visited Phoenix and I was at a gathering with him and some other Highlanders.  It was an amazing synthesis of men in kilts and us Arizona culture...not red neck, and not native American...just our own style here.  The Scottish Highlanders were a men's choral group and they were so talented.  Arcosanti just needs a money infusion of some type.  They have built a swimming pool, green house, community cafe and kitchen,  some guest house lodging, a chicken coop, and slowly now it it a small community of about 60 year round residents.  I do applaud Findhorn for carpe diem attitude.  They got their community to thrive in a relatively short time.  Soleri needs to have the same guidance Eileen had.  Anyone wanting to do something like this: Arcosanti/Findhorn...please email me:  angel_bell@msn.com

Arcosanti Link: You Tube

As I continue to have more vivid recall...I will return and update.  The original post was very nut shell and skinny in details.  It is a good over view.  And it has taken years to remember all the emotional and personal challenges I faced when there.  Life was asking me to grow.  

Happy Scorpio Solar Eclipse Day

 

 My Life Script on This Scorpio Solar Eclipse

On November 13th, 2012, a Total Solar Eclipse is occurring in the House of
Scorpio.  New beginnings and powerful changes are manifesting right now. It made me wish to rewrite all the things I don’t like into likes.  We call that reframing in the psychology business.   The things that used to cause pain and discomfort might be a blessing in disguise.  I am rotating this around and making it open up to possibilities.  I don’t like the choking feeling of fear and perhaps my worst experience is any type of self loathing. (Lack of Chips) I call it the not enough chips theory.  Some kids are dealt a healthy hand of self esteem chips.  All it really takes to get a big healthy bag of chips is an affirming environment.  A mom who allows you to see yourself as capable and lovable and is a big fan of yours helps. Family that affirms you and also allows you to be free to explore and grow is also ideal. This chip theory belongs to social worker Charlie Applestein. He assessed "problem kids" in the juvenile detention centers and worked with them. They really needed to be build up and a lot of self worth needed to be constructed.  If you family sends you to school with a big bag of self worth and healthy attitudes the school bully shrinks around you.  The critical coach maybe gets one of your chips now and then, but you have plenty more.  The same bully and coach may flatten a kid with no or few chips. It only really takes one secure care taker to achieve this. There are stories of single moms who are able to raise above all the challenges and be supportive enough that their children make the “right” choices in life.  The kids make some positive and healthy decisions for themselves.  Some kids are born into abuse and do not get that bag of chips.  It is harder to see yourself as a winner later on.  I truly see this Eclipse as a brilliant time to get a whole new bag of chips and polish up the ones I have.  I am going for chip fever…or maybe moon rocks.  I am cashing in my moon rocks tonight. These are Scorpio moon rocks and they make a lasting trade.  I am flowing on a moon beam to my dream current.  No one is pushing my dream and I don’t need anyone’s approval in the creation of my dream.  All life has value and all people have value. I am not here to measure them or to compare myself to anyone else.  This is my construct. Sometimes if I don’t have what I really want I can figure out what I will feel like when I get there.  If I make it to my destination how happy will I feel?  Ok. I am going to feel that way skipping all the way to my destination.  Why wait? I like staying busy but if I decide to be lazy, I think that is good.  I am trying to balance the pace of my life.  I will never totally “retire” I like making money in various ways. I love to travel and meet people.  I hope nothing stands in my way with travel.  I love my emotions and they are the rich pallet for my life.  I honor all emotions as a gage telling me how close I am to my true self. Even if I were totally handicapped as long as I can feel and have the awareness that I do, I count that as being nearly perfect in every way.  If I never lose all the weight I carry, I accept that and I will be in the virtual place of appreciating the skin I am in and be happy with my physical self.  I dream of owning a home once again.  It seems like a big dream and one that I think will manifest.  I don’t have to wait until I have a home to feel at home.  I am a child of this world and somehow I will be at home on earth. My mind is the key to enjoying this life.  It takes some determination and focus to decide that nothing will get me down or make me a prisoner.  Even if someone is in prison, they have a window within to escape.  I used to think it would take lots of money to see the kind of home and life I would like to have.  I don’t believe that money would build what I really wish for anymore.  Money might help in many ways but it fall short in other ways.  It is all moon money right now. I have a virtual fortune of chips and I am using them to create a big dream.  The one thing money can’t buy is playmates. I hope there are others like me out there to enjoy and have fun with.  I want real relationships where I am fully present and I convey that more non verbally than with words.  I say it with my eyes and my smiles and there is lots of telepathic talk going on because it is more authentic communication.  There is no price tag for that sort of connection in life.  It is priceless.  Today I spend my bag of chips. I invest in all the dreams I hold.  I think…hold on to your hat Nancy…there is a big wind brewing up beneath me. 

Anne, My Red Headed Gyspy Friend

Anne Vassar, My Gypsy Mentor

Anne Vassar

 I was 15 and my parents were divorcing the year I met Anne.  Prior to the divorce my mother would have never sought out a psychic.  Although, she had grown up Baptist and did not strictly adhere to the doctrines of that faith, seeking out a psychic would be uncharacteristic.  My mother had new female friends who came over and drank with her.  Usually mom did not drink and have a house full of girl friends over.  Life was chaotic for me, everything seemed upside down. When these female friends were sharing stories about paranormal events, I did hear a story from my Mom's lips about her own psychic experience.  Mom had a best friend that committed suicide 5 years ago.  The friend , Carolyn, kept coming to my mother every night and pleading with her.  Carolyn wanted my mother to call her family and "tell them I'm not dead".  My mother felt panicked over calling this grieving family and telling them that Carolyn is not really dead.  Her fear of ridicule got the best of her and she never made that phone call.  Although Mom's new friends laughed and picked up the mood,  I felt myself becoming the parent sometimes and worrying about my Mom’s behavior.  Several of her new single friends had been to Anne for a “fortune telling” session.  They were very convinced my mother should also consult Anne.  Mom agreed and I was allowed to go with her.  After that first meeting I formed a very close bond with my new mentor.  

 We walked into Anne’s modest one bedroom apartment.  I was a bit scared by her appearance. I saw a rather petite older women with dyed red hair. She looked like a pirate with a black patch over one eye and the other eye seemed to look right through me. She softened a bit when she smiled.  Due to glaucoma, one of Anne's eyes had turned brown and the other one was bright blue, and so she wore a patch a good deal of the time.  She was a  loving and wise grandmother trying to live on social security,   She had been born to an Irish Catholic family but had done her own searching and deciding before settling down to marriage and her own family.  Anne had traveled the world.  She had stories of living with the gypsies in Europe.  I could imagine a young Anne with her long locks of curly red hair and sparkling blue eyes dancing around a camp fire with a tambourine.  She taught me how to read a regular deck of playing cards.  I was quite good at it.  For me, it was like a duck to water, and soon I was doing readings for all my high school friends.  We all enjoyed the card readings until something spooky happened.  I was reading for one young lady (Lacy) when I felt overtaken with grief for her best friend, Vicki.  I saw several spades (swords) surrounding a young page (Joker).  The face of that face card changed to Vicki’s face.  I blinked and it transformed back to an ordinary face card.   Then I learned another horrible truth about the selfish side of human nature.  The friend of Vicki’s (Lacy) was very indignant and complained, “this is supposed to be about me”.  My mouth flew open in utter amazement.  Here I was doing readings for free and for fun.  I was beside myself with concern over Vicki and could not lose the feeling that something dreadful was about to happen to her.  Lacy continued with her rant, “well you did not say that to Susan, you did not give her bad news”.  It is true that the friend before Lacy, Susan, had a wonderful reading.  Again the cards seemed to shift.  I drew an ace of diamonds and it turned into a vision of a black mustang car with a red bow on top of it.  I also saw a certificate.  I told Susan that soon she would receive a certificate and a black Mustang.  Susan giggled and jumped around the room.  She was graduating from high school in a few months and she had been dropping hints to her parents about wanting a Mustang.  The year of the auto would be 1969.  Susan was a year ahead of me, apparently, in High School.  I had been reading for friends for about a year and now people I did not know were seeking me out.  I was upset about that sort of fake Fame.  None of these people knew I was even alive before I started doing readings.  All of these factors made me want to throw away the gift of insight that was emerging.  To make things even worse, Vicki almost died from spiral meningitis.  She was in the hospital for many weeks and when she returned to school she was in a wheel chair.  Vicki went from being pretty and popular to someone almost no one spoke to accept for me.  I was realizing some hard and fast truths about being psychic and about the “shallowness” of others.  Anne was helpful in explaining the down side of doing psychic work and basically it was a lesson in values.  Being psychic and being a “good person” are two different things.  Anne did not want me losing myself to the dark side of the craft.  Every time I left her small abode, she would say "vaya con dios".  I believe that meant “Go with God” in Spanish.  She was teaching me about “God” in a way the Baptist church could never portray.  She was reaching deep inside with caring and empathy.  She was not even aware of my “sins” or that I even needed forgiveness.  She saw my possibilities.  That is what makes her unique in my development.  I am sure she is gone to the other side. 

 Good Bye Anne

Gone but not forgotten.  The last time I saw her, she was disappointed.  I introduced her to the man I was engaged to.  I must have been about 20 years old.  She looked at me with a sad expression.  I got the message telepathically “he is not the right one”.  Unfortunately I married him anyway.  She was absolutely correct in her last assessment.  I am so grateful to have such a learned wise friend and mentor in my life for 5 years.  What a difference she made!  Nothing would be the same in my life today without her as a tutor.  They say God works through us, we are his hands, and voice, and, when needed, His/Her Hugs in the lives of others.

Weight Loss by Meditation and Dreaming?

What if I lost weight by meditating  and dreaming about it?

                         my tanned body in Hawaii summer '13

I have heard that it works.   The advice ranges from eating healthy and being more in tune with what your body needs instead of wants to visualizing the food is your friend.  It is mentioned that meditation can raise your base line metabolism.  Each meditation session can show you a life style change that will fit with your current situation.  In spite of what you have tried before, (I have tried them all), you will make it from here and do so within your budget.

All three of those factors can make meditating an easy fix for taking off some pounds.

I am going to keep a journal this month of November to see how much weight I lost in one month.

I just stepped on a scale yesterday.  I cannot share that number with you out of personal reasons but I can do the math and report how much I lost around the 5^th of December. 

This last week I got that panicked feeling when I stepped on the scale.  Then I began to do the same old routine.  Beat myself up and vow to never eat another cookie or drink another Coke.  Then I wanted to join Weight Watchers again.  They do have an on line program as well.  Then I drove past a neighborhood gym and wanted to walk in and join.  By the way, none of these ideas are wrong by themselves, I just know my history with all of this.  It does work for a while.  I mentioned in a recent post that I had lost the same 20 pounds over and over again.  The yoyo dieter syndrome is pretty bad with me.  I was reading an article about the thyroid and I have had low scores over the course of my life.  This time I prefer natural iodine and I am going to pick some of it up at the health food store today.

If I am adding iodine daily, walking, drinking more water, and just eating better, without an actual program, will that be enough?  My guess is this:  No, I need to meditate as well.  Keeping my soul in a happy and prosperous place is the most important factor.  I wrote about seeking the kingdom of God first and all things then come to you.  Did you ever think that weight loss and balanced eating would be those things that will come more easily when your soul is where it should be…within the light and joyful “kingdom” within? 

And here is another problem with this:  It is not very empirical or scientific with all the variables.  I mean it could be just the walking everyday and drinking more water that makes a difference.  It might be the Iodine addition or just slight changes in my diet that create a subtraction in pounds over the next 30 days. I have vowed to walk at least 10 minutes and do 10 crunches a day.  That is not a great deal of extra movement, but I hate to admit, I must start there.  I am not in the best shape.  I quit smoking 5 months ago.  Believe me, I am so thrilled, but I have managed some of the change by allowing myself to eat what I want.  I put on some weight and have not taken it off.  The extra pounds make me sluggish and it is actually difficult to walk very far.   My lungs are improving in capacity which gives me great hope that this meager beginning will be just the start of better days.

 I have tried many things in the past and some things did work and others did not.  Once when I was madly in love with someone, I joined weight watchers and took off about 30 pounds over the course of several months.  Once he was not flirting with me any longer, I quit weight watchers.  I have learned that none of this depends on another person or organization.  Support might help in some ways, but, for me it must come from deep within me to really last.  One thing that did last and worked well was my membership to Naturally Women’s Health Spa until they closed their doors.  I did notice the greatest consistent improvement from doing water aerobics every day. 

It will be interesting to see how this month goes.  I will be honest with all about the end numbers.  

Tuesday December 4th

Ok: I am celebrating some small success in how I feel.  Overall more energetic and I have grasp some behavioral changes.  I am avoiding the result of the scale as my only measurement.  I gained 2 pounds.  Yes, the Holidays and Thanksgiving it partly to blame.  This was a difficult month trying to transition to a better life style. I am going to continue this next month in a similar way but I am doing a few things differently.  I watched a documentary on You Tube called "why thin people stay thin".  These people can eat anything and they were doing an experiment to try and gain weight. They could not even gain weight.  When they started eating more calories their metabolism would increase.  The participants liked sports and walking, however they were asked to refrain from working out and walking too.  

My idea is to continue to feel better, move more, walk more.  I was able to do this by parking far away from the store and places I go so that I would spend at least 2 or 3 minutes walking each way.  I am rearranging my small living space to include a place to do Yoga, and I am keeping track of what I eat daily. There are some minor changes in diet and I am going to use Truvia instead of sugar in coffee. I would like to eat less diary and that includes cheese.  Without obsessing about my weight and feeling any angst, I will continue to add and do a bit more.  I think this first month was a trial run.  I see the silver lining in all this and I am going to keep on pushing through to see maybe a two pound loss on January 5th.  That is my goal, 2 pounds a month and that equals 24 a year.  Hey I did not get fat over night.  There is a great deal of evidence that slow weight loss will stay off and the body will hardly notice the shift.  Even if your body is carrying too much weight, it tries to remain the same.  There is a medical term for that: Homeostasis.  The body resists sudden changes.  It does not react well to severe diet restrictions and goes into a panic starvation mode and tries to lower your metabolism to conserve body fat.  Wow. Our bodies just do not get what we would like to do.  It takes lots of love and patience to correct a body weight issue.  I am in it for the long haul.  

See you in January, ya'all. Happy New Year in advance.  

Man of the Hour, Alex Collier

This is my nut shell version of some of the talks he has given:

 

The first time I heard Alex I tingled inside and all my truth barometers were ringing.  I had a warm feeling listening to his words and I realized I had received some of the same information.  I also have this experience with other leader/teachers like Nick Bunick.  Often times these are reluctant leaders who have asked, why me?  I realize that they are all coming to the surface during 2012.  Even I feel requested to be a leader of sorts.  During these uncertain times it is easy for people to get lost and to panic.  In fact that is exactly what the evil powers want you to feel, fear and depression.  It is so much easier to heard the masses when they are weak and don’t know that they are powerful beyond imagination.  Yes powerful.  You must invite the bad people and events into your life because you have free will.  Usually we are tricked.  Alien races will say, oh, I see you are washing away in a flood; well, we can help you if you wish to sign an agreement. There have been many agreements according to Alex with the reptilian races and they are considered to be the bullies of the universe. They feed off our fear and they are amused with us.  They also eat people and must do so while that person is alive.  Our hormones offer a rush to them.  Alex was telling us that they have royalty in their system.  The reptiles with wings and very long tails are royalty.  They have a warrior class and a worker class.  They do not bond in romance as we do and many human emotions are beyond them.  Originally they came here for fresh water and gold.  This planet offered many resources.  Earth was rather bare until it was taraformed by the Andromedans.  Andromedans create “Edens” on planets.  Edens are domed biospheres that grow everything they need to eat while visiting an alien planet.  Many life forms were brought to earth fully formed and they adapted.  Humans did not originate here, and we were seeded as well.  When the reptilians came they did some dumbing down of our race with genetic tinkering.  They wanted us to be subservient.  The group of aliens that probably built the pyramids really enjoyed being treated as gods.  Alex yes it is wrong to manipulate us that way and we need to rebuilt our self awareness.  Humans are actually descended from royalty.  We are the off spring of a magnificent human type race called the Lyra.  Lyrans are called so referring to the Constellation Lyra.   There have been star wars in our solar system and in other parts of the known universe.  Humanoids have been at the edge of existence and extinction due to wars with beings that exists on helium instead of oxygen and other more aggressive types of races such as the reptilian races.  The history that Alex presents is fascinating and I am in awe.  The important part is what lies ahead.  We are being asked to envision the kind of earth and society we wish to live in.  The Andromedans do not use money and they cannot understand why we must pay rent to live on a planet we were born on.  Believe me I have experienced low rent districts and slum lords before and I agree that at least modest abodes should be available much like health insurance.  There are some things that just must be in place for families such as safe and clean shelter.  Those who can afford the castle on the hill, then by all means move to Beverly Hills.  Neale Donald Walsch used to say we have the income scale all wrong.  Those who take care of children and the elderly should earn much more that the ball players.  The social workers, healers, counselors, nurses, care takers, teachers and farmers all should reap a much more substantial income.  The CEO’s in plush offices might seem important but perhaps they got there the wrong way.  Sometimes it is a blood fest to the top.   Alex mentions that type of reptile behavior is unusual for humans.  What is happening is walk in reptiles.  They use the body of a three year old child and kill them very slowly and then take over the body and revive them.  This has gone on for generations with some blood lines that are considered royal.  They look human until they experience human emotions they can’t handle and then they revert back to scales for a moment. There are hybrids among us.  

Alex is asking us to look at the values we hold and decide which human conditions and values should be carried forward and which ones should be left behind?  I think children hold some of those answers for us.  Watch children play for a while and you will have some of the snap shots of what our best features are.  Keep dreaming about the future for it is upon us and our Alien Ancestors have returned to help foster in this new age.  They won’t do the work for us, but, they are available to mentor if we need help and ask.  In my next post, I will share my vision of “the Jetson’s.  I have witnessed future cities and they are fantastic. 

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 or go here:  www.alexcollier.org

 

The Glowing Embers of My Camp Fire Girl Days

The Glowing Embers of  My Camp Fire Girls Days

I am dedicating this to Janet Jones, My best Friend and Her Mother Pat Jones, Our Campfire Girl troop Leader.  Pat did an amazing job and bridged an important gap in my pre teen years.  My hat or Indian head band, is tipped to honor people who really made a profound difference in my life.

Thank You is such a puny expression for so much dedication and wisdom.

 My own mother was a leader of our Blue Bird troop and later I joined another troop in Phoenix as a Campfire Girl.  Our school offered both Girl Scouts and Camp Fire Girl affiliations and after school programs.  I am realizing in trying to re-create the nostalgia that I wish I had kept those beads and ceremonial gowns.  Camp Fire Girls was formed in 1910 by a several people who had a summer camp in the forest for girls only.  I believe they should have left it a girl’s only organization.  Since 1975 they have allowed boys to join and the name has changed to Camp Fire USA. 

I believe the younger ones who are known as Blue Birds could certainly be co-ed but even then perhaps it is not a good idea.  I believe that all Camp Fire Girls should receive a sort of Debutant Party at age 16.  After age 16 they are no longer known as Camp Fire Girls.  They need another name that suggests they are now fully emerged as females and there is a rite of passage for that. They have blossomed into remarkable women who can now hold the standard for the younger ones.  It would be desirable for some of the young women to mentor younger sisters as camp counselors. That is the way I remember Camp Fire Girl Camp. We had 17 and 18 year old counselors that were really “cool”.  I believe that females need their own sphere of development and at a certain age there is a preference to be with one’s own sex.  We as girls 8-15 are a work in progress.  We need the assurance that we are not alone with all the transformation we endure.  It is a private club so to speak.  Nature seems to be unveiling our end result at the rate of one small petal at a time and on a need to know basis.  We are evolving and there is mystery and creation in this sacred process.  It is not just hormonal and physical change. Yes, those changes are present and none of us can halt Mother Nature on her triumphant march.  There are psychological changes, and cognitive changes, that perhaps only peers of same sex can relate too.

There is so much gratitude for the organization and the friends I had that I can barely express it.  I want to present a gold medallion to our Camp Fire Girl leader, Mrs. Jones.  She created the best group experience I will ever know.  There are not enough words to thank her and I often wish I could reach all the group members and share poignant memories from our troop.  I was looking on line for some history and found that things have changed and so dramatically. 

I remember the ceremony where we all received our “Indian” gowns.  These were a brown cotton simple dress, but we added buck skin vests and fringe to them.  During the summer ritual ceremonies we used our Indian Names, wore our gowns and head bands with a feather, and received various colored beads for “good works” that we had done.  All things big and small were recognized.  Doing a book report as an individual, to going to sing at convalescent homes (as a group) are some examples of personal goals and group community service that were recognized with beads.  Camp Wamatochic was a place we went for a few weeks in the summer.  It was the absolute best experience.  We either had a group cabin or a group teepee.  The days were full of activities and we slept like logs at night.  I remember being slightly homesick at times and it was nice to get mail.  It is amazing that any of us girl friends would be homesick, but, I guess that comes with the age of being 10 to 12 years old.

I began the walk through my memories when asked a simple question. That question was:  How did I begin my training as a psychic or medium?  I remember our leader, Mrs. Jones, was ahead of her time on some subjects.  She read to us about psychic development and emotional awareness.  She was an avid reader and very creative and intelligent.  She became aware of some literature from articles she read in Reader’s Digest.  Many explorations of the occult and the paranormal were brought up in some of our back yard camp over’s on the weekends.   I became very curious about the occult and began to read and explore on my own.  I also was starting to open more intuitively especially my clairnoyant abilities as a teen age girl.  In every culture it seems there is wisdom sought from a virgin.  I believe that at age 15 I was not only a virgin but my chakras were fully open.  There is a window of time when you hit the highest point and I do think that is prior to the full maturing of a female. Quite accidentally all things came together for my personal development.

They say there are no accidents.  I agree.  The universe brougth teachers to me as this was my life path.  In my next several posts I have other teachers to talk about.  Some I have not thought about in years and I am happy to write about them.

In closing, my heart is full of the best memories and if I could wave a magic wand, it would be to deliver the same enchantment to all young ladies.  We were so very lucky back in the 60’s to have the all girl version of a good organization.

Haunted by Herne the Hunter

Haunted by Herne the Hunter

 

There is an old tale goes that Herne the Hunter,
Some time a keeper here in Windsor Forest,
Doth all the winter-time, at still midnight,
Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns;
And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle,
And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a chain
In a most hideous and dreadful manner.
You have heard of such a spirit, and well you know
The superstitious idle-headed eld
Receiv'd, and did deliver to our age,
This tale of Herne the Hunter for a truth.

Shakespeare

The Horned God Herne, also known as Cernunnos in Celtic Literature, has long been a fascination of mine.  I did not seek out the early experiences with the God of the Forrest. I will tell my tale of our first meeting, but first some background. In the Celtic religion of Hinduism, Cernunnos is known as Rudra, or again a part man part animal deity who resides as Lord of the Animals in the wilderness.  Sanskrit is the oldest of all Celtic languages.  We can trace most Celtic tribe migration by the off springing tongues that are, in part, Sanskrit. In all mythologies of the Horned One, he is cast out from the pantheon of Gods and dwells alone.  In some legend’s he hangs himself from an Oak Tree.  Odin of Norse mythology also rode a black steed on a wild hunt and was not a good omen or portend.  There is an Island, between Norway and Iceland, where every nine years the Vikings met for a sacred rite.  One Viking was chosen by lottery to be hung.  Each nine years a sacrifice was made to Odin, or God of the Gallows.  Of-course then there are the satyrs of Greek myth such as Pan. All these animal gods are considered rather spooky and out there on the social fringe.  That is probably why the early Christian Church chose the goat man with horns to represent the devil.  We can’t be sure where all the superstitions came from but I find it interesting that most pagan traditions have similar “gods”.  They say that God has a thousand names and faces and that appears to be true of the Thunder Gods, Indra, Zeus and Thor as well as all the hundreds of names for the Horned One.  The concepts are similar and seem to be varied in appearance and perhaps the duties performed. 

          I was a bit drunk one night many moons ago.  In fact I might have been about age 20.  I had left a party in favor of solitude.  The full moon was calling me and I walked through a park at night.  I sat on a bench and then realized the tree was talking to me.  This was amazing and dream like.  The tree told me it was “God” and it did appear to be full of wisdom.  I can barely remember the message I received because there was a rustling and a saw a man approach.  I was not scared as I might have been.  I knew it was an out of body experience.  He was half human and half furry animal.  I did not see any horns but he was very handsome and smelled like herbs and flowers and fresh mowed grass. He was accompanied by fairy orbs of light.  I felt great power and vitality coming from him.  In a way it was like being recognized by nature and realizing you are welcome and protected.  It seems that the wild creatures have never been a problem for me.  I can’t remember ever being bitten or threatened with fangs when walking in a forest alone at night.  Sometimes it seems the spirit of the Oak is trying to tell me something if I would slow down for a bit and sit beneath it.   There are messages all around me if I chose to hear and then appreciate them.    

Wishing all a good Samhain!  Or Halloween!  There is a night when the veil is thin between two worlds.