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A short entry today announcing the latest video of the Labyrinth’s journey. I have met many wonderful people and have been honored to shared in each personal experience.

During these experiences I have discovered in subtle ways the unseen power of labyrinths. As an “energetic light substation” the more people walking it in a specific location amplifies the energy of the intentions of prayers and blessings: “to surrender all that is not in my highest good” (walking in) and “to claim and integrate the wholeness of the new potential within and without” (walking out).

On Saturday, September 17th I will have the Labyrinth at the Rejuvenation Festival in Mendocino, CA.

The next audio in the series “Storing the Past….Clearing the Future” will be on Spiritual Baggage. Hopefully ready for next week!

Until then………..Blessings!

(once again YouTube has done something strange with the first image, working on fixing it!)

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Who inspires you? Is there anyone who has touch you in such a way that you are lost for words!

People generally answer this question with the names of someone famous, powerful, has lots of money, or perhaps a teacher or relative that touched their lives early on. My father’s (now 89 and still creatively working) creativity and perseverance has inspired me, although I do know that at times in his life he has not been a nice person, so to speak. There are not really a lot or actually anyone I could name that I would “like to be or emulate!” There are those who do great work yet it is the unnamed or little known and quiet beings that inspire me. I was inspired by the peasants I met in the several “slave camps” on sugar cane plantations in Haiti and Dominican Republic. When leaving one camp, a woman carried a huge branch of bananas out to our bus and in her mix of Haitian Creole repeated ‘merci, merci, (thank you, thank you!) No, I was thanking her and the village for their gift of open spirit!

In such less than ideal situations their spiritual joy and strength and the bright colors in their art glistened through only to magnify the lack of spiritual joy and strength exhibited by most of the members of the group I was traveling with. Material wealth, which is relative, does not translate into the higher realms by any stretch of the imagination. Today more than ever!

Re-igniting Creative Force

In the past couple of weeks my world has been one of seeing and feeling my re-igniting creative force within theater, dance and inspiring people. And it would seem that each experience came effortlessly into happening.

It started with the last minute decision to go to a “one man show – Gross, Mystical” by Eliot Fintushel on the poems and writings of Walt Whitman’s  Leaves of Grass. He did an incredible performance not only bringing Whitman’s words to life but also his playing instruments such as a hurdy-gurdy, waterphone, sruti, and bulbul tarang. The small audience present was gifted by such talent!

The following night, Sunday, was picnicking with a friend in the park before watching a slightly more modern version (Costume wise) of Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing. Even though there were not a huge amount of people in the audience, the actors did a wonderful performance and audience participation provided many light hearted moments.

My out of practice body got to move and swing on the dance floor. My friend Paul is a former improv dancer so it was fun going between venues of improv/ecstatic dance and what seemed the more sedate remembering of a room full of 40-70 year olds dancing to a band of well worn turns. Michael Boliver and his sax added a nice blend into the mix. I laughed at myself as well as others!

The creative flow again continued at a wonderful celebration for the new book by a truly amazing theater couple who have been married/performed together for 50 years. Conrad Bishop and Elizabeth Fuller of the Independent Eye, Visionary Theatre read from their book. I was so touched and amazed at their story, life dedication to their craft, creative power and expression, their humility, sense of humor and truth. As I listened my tears freely flowed as I could so identify with what they had endured, created, had rejected, lost, won and all the while kept going…..I laughed at their stories of travels and situations that I could also identify with. Most of all I felt a pain of understanding when they shared performing for an audience of 3, a creation that had taken months and months to evolve and put out. At one point it was read (paraphrasing) “we know we will never be famous or will ever make a lot of money….we create because that is what we have to do!” Their book is “Co-Creation – Fifty Year in the Making.

Another gathering I attended last Saturday was in Guerneville at the Center for Sacred Studies. This was an afternoon of conversation with Grandmother Flordemayo, President/Member of the International Council of Thirteen Indigenous Grandmothers. Amid a generous gathering she shared some of her plant medicine and wisdom and stories of her own journey and her very personal connection to the ancient mystery of the Crystal Skulls. To learn about these thirteen grandmothers watch the wonderful film on their journey to create world peace.

Re-igniting Creative Force is taking me back to the time I was creating/hosting a television program and writing for Conscious-Awakening Theatre as well as my connection to quite a few people who are now making major moves in their lives. Some across the country, others to distant lands.

The topic is STORAGE and POSSESSIONS. And moving always brings it up to face directly. Paying for storage is paying rent or a mortgage on the past! Possessions possess us! Money can also mean “Material Obligations Neutralize Evolving Yourself!” From Awakening and Igniting Ecstasy In-Formation…New Twists on Money, Power, Sex and Death”

Writings, video, exercises, consultations and seminars will take you through many journeys to come to terms with, raise above and even let go of the obsessive possession of Possessions!

Don’t be scared…..I’ll be gentle……I have been where you are and know the pit falls and the great release is a gift!

Until next time……

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There is blue sky again this morning after many days of rain during the past week. During my exploring of the back roads around these valleys I have marveled at the beauty of the early fall season….acre upon acre of rich green vines are now turning through the spectrum of green, red, gold and browns, colors flowing and waving like flags in the wind across the land. So far I haven’t taken any pictures, perhaps I will today!

These photos are of a house I visited high on a mountain (relative to the area) outside of Guerneville. I was checking out a cabin to possible live in…which was not going to work out but the main house was quite unusual!

It hit me several days ago that Starting Over is what is happening in my life once again…starting from scratch in a new location, not knowing anyone or really why I should even attempt such a task, yet the march goes on.

I have done it so many times now you would think it was no big deal, that each time it gets easier, knowing the pit falls would help one avoid them. Not so!

Not so! Am I just a slow learner! Well, if that’s the case, stay put! This could easily be a response from so many I know…but it’s not that simple, at least in this stage of my life. I need to preface the above by saying that for nearly twenty five years I was very stable; my marriages, fifteen years and nine years are proof of commitment to my children, the relationships, the obligations of normal life, careers and all the trimmings.

Turning the corner into Year 2000 and the years up until now have shaken the fabric of life, for everyone, everywhere, not just in this country. The very fact that time has speeded up is proof. Yes, we still have 24 hours in a day yet now with the shifts in frequency/vibration and rotation of Planet Earth that time has been condensed into the equivalent of about 16 hours. To learn more on this scientific fact research Schumann Resonance. This is only one piece within the big universal picture and it is also a reason why you run out of time during the day!

A plus of starting over is that one does not (hopefully) become so stagnant and oblivious to how life moves around. It is easy to ignore and avoid anything, even everything because it’s familiar. We forget to see with fresh eyes, as with new lenses in old frames. Don’t get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with familiar, with the comfort, depth, friendships, love, joy, support and trials along the way….I miss them but when my time in a place is complete it becomes clear. Work and business opportunities close down, friendships and relationships fall apart, the phone does not ring as it use to and nothing new opens up…the energy slowly ebbs away. This is only true for me; you may have a completely different experience!

My earlier blog entries have shared the journey since leaving Mt Shasta. October the 10th was the first time I set foot in Sebastopol. It was a Sunday and the farmer’s market was in full swing on the plaza in the center of town. Dancers and musician from the Pomo Tribe were presenting their songs and dances and something in the energy “tugged at my heart”. Last Sunday was the third time of finding myself back here and as three times are a charm…I’m still here and learning what the area has to offer and gift to me in the way of people, learning, experiences and with a bit of luck maybe even romance! One is never too old to dream!

I had forgotten about these photos of a very mystical glade found while walking one morning. It was at the end of a street surrounded by woods, orchards and vineyards. Outside the perimeter all was wild and over grown.Inside this large circular  space all was manicured yet untouched for what appeared to be many, many years. The cabin was tiny, you see the kitchen sink, what appeared to be a worktable for perhaps packing fruit/apples and two guard/entry posts mattered with Spanish moss and pots on top. There was such a strong sense of spirit presence, an eerier feeling reminiscent of a southern plantation. The photos even emit a smokey look, quite different from the pictures taken in another garden before and after visiting here.  The old truck just waits in silence!






A hermit at heart, it is so easy for me to hide away from the world but in the 5-D world we are evolving to, community connecting is what is called for and so the hermit can only be satisfied with short terms of hiding. The rest of the time it is to find, join and evolve community in new and sometimes uncharted ways. Yet, at this writing I do not have a clear, explainable view of what  the 5-D world will or should look like….that’s is part of the current mystery!

Once again the companionship of animals and the grounded energy of working in gardens from time to time helps clear my head to explore the creative community established here. This has translated into finding and participating with a small group of really good writers on Tuesday morning and joining Satsung that night,  kundalini yoga on Thursday.  Wednesday night was another first….stand up comedy! A small, friendly group of locals gathered to hear improve comedy…there were three men who “did their thing”, all quite different, funny and courageous. After breaking the ice with a light introduction and lightly touching on the forbidden topics of money, power, sex and death….I told a story of the “comedy of circumstances surrounding my mother and my step-father’s ashes….it’s one of those times “you just had to be there!” Will I do it again…not sure!

I did a radio interview on last Monday, Tuesday was offered an office space to do private sessions, with space to teach and share the power of sound of the singing crystal bowls and conduct sacred fire and song medicine circles in “honor” of those who have passed to the other worlds. Last Friday night was music at a local venue with Bob and a friend of his, and Saturday morning there was a contact improv dance gathering in Santa Rosa (10 miles away) and art and dinner with new friends in the evening, a free art class today, Monday morning and in the afternoon a little instruction on playing my native flute from a woman I met recently met.

And to push the hermit out just a little further, on November 13th I am participating in a Wellness Fair…mini sessions of intuitive readings, soul songs, playing crystal bowls and energy alignments.

I’m exhausted just re-reading what I have written! Perhaps I need to get off the merry-go-round…..oh no that would mean I would have to listen quietly to myself….be present….surrender to the unknown that all the activity has covered up….or just hit the save button, close the lid of the laptop and go have dinner…..clarity will again come in sleep!

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