Social Self Defense

The social hug can sometimes be an opportunity for the vampires in our midst. It takes perception and finesse to avoid them without fracturing the social edifice. My sensors are awake to a deep perception of all people for each of them teaches me their special human lesson. Some lessons I wish I did not have to learn but I do because it means making my way safely through field of land mines called society. I can truly understand only my own path. No one is living their life because of me, either for me or against me. Many many people, however, are both unaware of the true nature of our reality or of the necessity to protect and nurture the light of their soul. It is necessary to consciously claim your soul. It is not a given. I know I am the only one responsible for myself. It is on me to resolve all facets of the Jewel of my Being (a good teacher calls it a spiritual logo) in order to properly matriculate from incarnation in the physical world. Right now is my best…
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How do we learn what we learn: Ignorance is not bliss!

I’m not sure I can remember when I first heard “Ignorance is not bliss”. It is certain that it is as true today as it was that long ago when. Turns out I can blog here about some of the different changes that have come to me again and yet again. When I was thirty something, a particularly good teacher said it like this “There are three realms of knowledge. The first is what you know that you know.” “You know how to drive a car.” “The second realm of knowledge is what you know you do not know.” “You do not know how to fix the car.” “Then there is the third – and by far the largest realm of knowledge. That is the realm that you do not know that you do not know.” “It’s okay not to know but what does not work is not to know that you do not know. It is the height of arrogance to pretend that you know everything.” “Only when you know that you do not know, are you teachable” Ignorance is not bliss. Well it may not be so blissful to learn what you wish you di…
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GRANDMOTHER: Who is she anyway?

My next birthday is only 78. It could easily be said that I might be sitting in the sun in some tropic clime sipping a little lemon and mineral water. But that is not my present reality. I am in Vancouver in Canada. It’s a world class city with all the perks and all the gruesome realities living side by side up the streets and down the back alleys. Vancouver is old enough a city that when the forest that was here was clear cut to make space for streets and buildings, when it began to grow in its own fashion; in many places around the city, behind the buildings and back yards, where the muddy tracks were paved, the alleys have survived to this day. All that’s needed is to check out some of your favorite TV programs to see them used as locations. I live way down town on the east side in what is the ‘lower city’, the ghetto of poverty, seedy hotels and littered streets as a kind of anomaly: I’m an old lady trolling the streets in an electric powered chair. I am an age now…
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The Last Post

Dear Friends, Compadres, Cohorts, Companions, all Pilgrims on the Path, Warrior Sisters; One and All This is the Last Post. I do not now know today what the outcome is to be but what must be is that I pull back and allow what will be.  My life is fast approaching its final days. The money that I have is dwindling very quickly. I cannot create any income here. Although my writing is original and my ideas and plans for books are very worthy, my writing career will take many months to realize a return. Every day I wake in the morning to pray and to offer the Great Ones who are near my gratitude and thankfulness for having been able to accumulate both knowledge and wisdom, to have endured and been raised by the ostracisms, ridicule and hardships of my time here to understand eternal truth. I am blessed and spiritually fulfilled. I can heartfully return to the celestial worlds. I am only about a month from the end of days. Should there be anything of me that is worth som…
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Raising my sights, raising myself to manifest the Ecuador project

July 20 , 2015 Raising my sights, raising myself to manifest the Ecuador project. These have been times of crisis and I acknowledge that I have, for a while at least, made myself their victim. Sure, it is possible for me to talk myself into it because that day in the sheeting rain in Costa Rica when I was feeling physically plain lousy and could not see clearly the road ahead of me, it was needed at the moment to respond to overwhelming circumstances. And I did: when the cop showed up, I talked myself and, a stranger, my landowner benefactor to allow an old lady to sleep it off in the driveway. It allowed me to go on later with the rest of the tank of gas to the next destination. It showed me where and how to get on my computer to communicate my plight to the world where there was assistance to be found. All the while I was safe and never in any kind of danger. That’s always always how it works. There is always a way. I can thank myself for all the work I have be…
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Day to Day on the Road

Day to Day on the Road Willy Nelson has a famous song. It was a wonderful liberation to be on the road again. And then it was Mexico for more than 3000 miles; onward through Central America, Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica and now Panama on the Pan-American Highway another over 1000 miles: December to the end of May. Apart from all that driving: think that I am always at home in the great Red Bear, the name I have given to this 1 ton Ford Club Wagon. What on earth am I doing and how am I able to sustain myself? What has it really taken me personally to make it so far? Many of you cannot imagine life without something from the medicine cabinet but I am using only my two hands and a comprehensive system of meridian therapy I have practiced as a kind of yoga since 1971. When I awaken, I often also perform Health Regenerations Exercises which came from a book about healing sports injuries by a young martial artist. When I move my energies aro…
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Watch and listen for the synchronicity

July 15, 2015 Watch and listen for the synchronicity Those who believe only in the material world call it coincidence: things that happen together: co – together and incidents – happenings, events, etc. It’s also been called serendipity, a word coined by Horace Walpole in 1754 after reading an Arabic fairy tale about the Three Princes of Serendip, fortunate fellows, indeed, who were told to have made discoveries of wonderful things by ‘accident,’ and who subsequently jumped up and down in their princely attire joyfully celebrating their good fortune. Our understanding has grown over the past 40 years or so concerning the implications of the quantum worlds but because our brains race along at 10 – 28 Hz, we cannot see beyond what we are looking at and it all looks quite solid. So we have come to learn that ‘coincidence’ and ‘serendipity’ are events that were already in motion only to come unexpectedly for us into the material world. Now some call it blind luck …
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Unremarkable persons in quite ordinary lives

July 15, 2015 Unremarkable persons in quite ordinary lives What does it take for unremarkable persons in quite ordinary lives to find our true calling, to join with our soul companions and to meet our destiny? In days past, I attended goddess ceremonials originally sponsored by Starhawk in the San Francisco Bay area of northern California. During the later parts of the evening’s festivities, a whole room, maybe 100 of us, decorated and costumed women were led through a spiral dance. It goes like this: our priestess takes the hand of one woman in the room and all of us join hands behind her as she continues around the room dancing into smaller and smaller circles until at the smaller point she turns outward in the opposite direction leading the line now formed dancing behind her until the whole of it unrolls once again. When we arrive again to our places, we shout, cheer joyfully and dance in our places then make merry together feasting on the exotic meals we each…
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On My Birthday

On my birthday Actually I have had only one birth-day. That was July 5, 1939 in Wells, British Columbia, a tiny gold mining town in the north central mountains of the province. It was a tiny hospital as well with 2 beds and, I’ve been told, an old German woman who was the only nurse. Whoever she was that woman saved my life. Every other July 5th that has come around has been technically a  ‘re-birthday’, an anniversary of that first advent day. I have now come upon the 76th re-birthday which means that today begins my 77th walk around the sun. I think it is interesting that we get to hitch a ride on a planet to make the trip in only 365 rotations of the earth on her axis. Neat trick! The neatest trick is what we do with all that walking. “Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so shall you become. Your vision is the promise of what shall one day be; your ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil.” – James Allen “Let us dream a new dream together b…
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An Observation of Latin Culture

June 22, 2015 An Observation of Latin Culture One of the purposes of the drive through Mexico and now in Central America on my way to South America is to immerse myself in the Latin culture. By this I really mean that it was not about taking the drive to visit the piles of rocks called cathedrals or Mayan pyramids, rather to closely watch and observe the people just doing what people are doing as they live, in the cities, in the truck stops, in the mercado, along the beaches and in their villages along the highways and byways of the countries I have driven a little over 5000 miles through. First thing I really noticed is that many of these people are very strong physically without the benefit of a local gym or any kind of attention to superfoods or good nutrition: just working their lives makes them really strong. The older ones that look like me with my wrinkled face and loose muscles are in fact easily 10 to 20 years younger than I am: they weather as much as they ma…
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Crossroads on the Road Less Traveled

May 16, 2015 Crossroads on the Road Less Traveled The main highways everywhere I have ever been have, all of them, green signs with white lettering and numbers proclaiming the directions and the next landmark on the way. In cities and towns across North America, there are, signs at the corners of the streets as well. Even in Mexico and Central America the green and white theme persists. I notice these things, well, you know that now! Over all these traveling years I have seen many Main Streets, Front Streets, Avenues A, B and C; there are Washington Boulevards in large cities and small bergs. Some places have highway numbers extending from, through and onward. The phenomenon is pervasive and interestingly, there is a quite small collection of names of first choice, maybe no more than 20 altogether. Largest cities have the most different names always added to the small collection of favorites which are presidents, the famous, the local heroes and heroines, the famili…
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The dichotomy: Main Street evening parade, lively and solemn

May 12, 2015 The dichotomy: Main Street evening parade, lively and solemn First thing I noticed was the Policia in their black and white car, blinking red on the top, leading a parade of many people, some carrying luminaria, handmade paper lanterns on tall sticks extended above their heads. The drums were in the distance with a unique, and it seems, a distinct Panamanian beat. All together the parade excitement lasted about an hour as it made its way past where I am parked in front of the hostel. There were easily 300 people of the village families young, older, women and men all quiet, behaved somehow and unmistakenly celebratory. Soon, the first contingent of drummers, the same high school boys I saw coming the other way before dark, over took us, the deeper and louder drummers were still further down the street. Along with them were the lines of brass, long straight, probably traditional horns sounding their repeating call by the changes in the mouths and tongues…
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Memory Foam

May 1, 2015 Memory Foam Have we all heard about memory foam? I bought a piece for my bed in the van and I am not so sure with all the lumpy stuff that I have underneath that it does much good. Well, maybe this piece will do something a little better. On my travels, it was obvious to choose what to write about so this is about some of those things that made life especially sweet. Ice. The tropics are hot and humid day and often at night except if I am parked at some sort of altitude, then it cools by around midnight. Ice becomes a sought after relief for the lukewarm water bottle. But the very best is: iced coffee! In Guaymas, Mexico I found an especially charming coffee franchise called: Caffenio. It was a quite charming drive through with a patio set up in front with wrought iron tables and chairs, tall posts with lights for the early nights before closing time about 9 pm and a well cared for agave and small palm garden. People were sitting around when I drove thro…
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Daring and resourceful camo-drest driver of a van!

April  30, 2015 Daring and resourceful camo-drest driver of a van! I have a general ploy that I have used many times to simply save my ass. “Even this must be funny,” is where I am most likely to go. It’s a personal tribute to a master comedian, Jules White, who used to say,  ”It’s all non-stop comedy.” He was, of course, talking first about himself. So here I sit in El Valle, Panama, in the big old red van right on the highway in front of the Bodhi hostel. The valley is quite interesting and may even be unique in the world: a village built in the valley crater of a sleeping volcano that once was full of water, draining some thousands of years ago, attracting indigenous Panamanian Indians to the spot equal perhaps in the thousands of years when they first settled. And I have arrived on their scene, unsung, unseen and thankfully just ignored especially as I am a large Ford van in the Japanese driving town right up front on their big road. I am in deep trouble. Oh, th…
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