The Ripple Effect...

...eternally creating through intent...returning to us that which we believe.

Backyard Fog

Woke up to a magical landscape this morning

and the frog still keeps time,

bound by a sacred calling to manifest the rain.

Distant thunder beings respond,

reminding me of the power of intent.

Possum Noises

There's possums in our roof...it's only at night that we hear them...anonymous creatures making their presence felt...

The trees never looked so good.

The dead trees on our front verge... 

against a heart warming sky

transport me to another world...

My favourite time of day...

...when the sun is low and the light creates mystery, wonder and awe.
Cloud people dance in this light...whilst a solitary frog keeps time well into the night...

By the side of the road

Often reflect on the irony that there seems to be more vegetation alongside our roads- that have cut a swath of destruction through the landscape - than anywhere else in this countryside. 

I find it remarkable that man continues to have little regard for that which remains...what was once a flourishing roadside habitat has been mowed down to make way for power lines...the farmer got a new fence out of it - bonus.

Magical beings have appeared

...all around the house, greeting me at every turn.
They seem to arrive in waves

each group with their own resplendent robes

lightly sprinkled with golden star dust...

what was it that Don Juan said about the dust?

 
Love the being looking back at us...

Coming Home

There's a lot be said for returning home.

Pondering the journey back to my country - the place of my birth - the place of my ancestors.

It dawned on me, like it has before, that the place I resisted the most has turned out to be the perfect place for me to be - Reflecting on the inner and outer parallels - physically returning home has coincided with the return to following a path with heart.

Had a dream not so long ago - one where you know that you are in another reality - felt like we were on another planet - someone told me to lie down in the water...as I lay there I realised that it was a flowing river of light that washed through every particle of my being...it felt like I was home.

Thank you Spirit...love this life that you give...what an adventure...we are Blessed indeed.

Holy Dog Shit

God I love you Hannah Lily... fellow traveller

- this photo captures your message about everything being holy -

we learn through the contrast to come to the fullness of our being 

got to love the shit...

Resurrection...

...that's how it feels going out to this place. 
A renewal
an adventure.
Thank you

Neo caught a mouse

...he's only now starting to get the hang of it - catching mice has been a challenge for this cat - I'd walked inside to quickly catch a realisation - much like Carlos...having to write everything down -and saw him with his prey. Feels like a good omen...that I'm getting the hang of stalking myself.

Reading 'The Eagle's Gift' at the moment and am up to the part where Carlos meets Hermelinda, Carmela and Vicente - Hermelinda tells Carlos that 'one has to be utterly humble and carry nothing to defend, not even one's person; that one's person should be protected, but not defended.

This had been the topic of conversation with Stephen last night - reflecting on the Buddhist practice of being detached- felt spirit teaching me.
Realising that I defend myself a lot and do not make connections with people as a result...there is nothing to defend...we are all one in spirit...all seeking the totality of ourselves - the resurrection - happy Easter to all

Turtle Nation

Silent sentinels of sacred spaces forgotten by man.
I read somewhere that the turtle's magic unites Heaven and Earth - when I sit and listen - they bless me with their presence...

Reflections on Carlos Casteneda

Don Juan says that the human being is divided in two.

The right side, the tonal, encompasses everything the intellect can conceive of - the state of normal awareness where the first attention prevails -

The left side, the nagual, is the realm of indescribable features - a realm impossible to contain in words and is comprehended by the total body - thus its resistance to conceptualisation ... experienced as heightened awareness - the site of the second attention - where one can grasp the meaning of things with precision and directness.

The task of remembering is the task of joining our two sides, of reconciling these two distinct forms of perception into a unified whole. It is the task of consolidating oneself by arranging intensity into a linear sequence.

As a child I had incredible faculty for remembering due to an intense level of awareness that could use the whole body to record life as it went along. Recall moments of experience as a baby - remember being fully aware in a babies body - and the desperation that came with an inability to communicate this awareness.

Could replay conversations, or details of events, both visually and audibly at will - just like replaying a movie.

Dreaming felt like another existence - another movie - where I could will myself to dream whatsoever I focused on - had the necessary attention to direct those dreams...

Would experience De-ja-vu a lot - knowing what the person was going to say next and what my response to that was going to be...

Was able to grasp concepts in an instant - Everything came easily to me- There was something in me that just knew how to do things- whatever I chose to...

Remember - about age six- the moment I realised that I just new how to read...

Felt an incredible sense of power in this body and at times felt like there was nothing that this body could not do.

Had a burning desire to know the Truth...to learn, to grow into awareness.

As a child had absolute Faith in the innate power to create - limitlessly.

Somehow that faith has been covered over by limiting beliefs and find myself on the journey back home - to the totality of oneself - JOY

Regeneration Beyond the Boundaries

Spiral of Creation
Photo by Cecille Williams

Prayer for the Earth
Photo by Cecille Williams

Contact
Photo by Cecille Williams

'Regeneration Beyond the Boundaries'

This salt pan lies on the other side of the road from Police Pools Reserve. (Twonkwillingup-Noongar name for the place, meaning a place to sit and listen).

Questioning the notions of ownership and division

Reflecting on the regeneration of the environment 

and the parallel journey 

of inner transformation and regeneration.

Humanities' notions of separation and boundaries are brought into question,
as the eternal spiral of creation carries us on a journey of remembering...
we are one in Spirit.

It is said that Twonkwillingup would resound with the chorus of frogs at night-
in the time before settlement.
The turtles remain as silent sentinels,
dreaming abundance of life to return.
It pays to sit and listen.

Scorched Earth Policy

When will we learn...?
Breaks my heart to think that people still believe clearing the land is an option.
These trees are all that remain...but for how long?
How can a bare paddock be more profitable than the majesty of the natural bush?

I grew up on a farm that had been ravaged by clearing -
my father was one of hundreds of farmers who were forced to clear a large percentage of the land as part of the Government's conditional purchase policy.

He spent twenty years replanting trees to combat salinity as a result of clearing the natural vegetation.

Wadjella Yorga

that means white woman in Noongar language...

white on the outside maybe

...no separation

One Spirit

one connection to the land

love this Earth