Author: CoCreavatars

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Dear Friends, Due to problems with my email marketing service, a great many of you were not receiving these important newsletters about our common future. Therefore I temporarily stopped sending them while I hired a consultant to troubleshoot and fix the problems. This is my first newsletter since June 18. Coincidentally, SpaceX also had problems with its launches and did not send any Starlink satellites into space during that time. The launch of 57 satellites on Friday, August 7, 2020 was SpaceX’s first such launch since June 13. THE CURRENT SITUATION IN SPACESpaceXThe launch of 57 more satellites by SpaceX in the early morning of Friday, August 7, at 1:12 AM EDT, has brought the number of SpaceX’s “Starlink” satellites orbiting in the Earth’s ionosphere up to 595.Although this was the first launch since June 13, SpaceX has not been idle during this time. It has built additional ground stations and has received permission from the Federal Communications Commission to operate (so far) 40 ground stations, scattered throughout the United States. It has signed up customers to begin “beta testing” of the satellites that are already in orbit. Beta testing will occur initially, says SpaceX, with customers who live between 44 and 52 degrees latitude in the northern U.S. and southern Canada. SpaceX plans to begin the testing sometime in September.As I reported in a previous newsletter, SpaceX’s launch of April 22, which brought the number of its satellites up to 420, was accompanied by reports of heart palpitations from far and wide, including from yours truly. I again felt strong heart palpitations that began early in the morning on August 7. Actually I began to experience a feeling of oppression Thursday night about two hours before the launch time. Please contact me if you have been having heart palpitations since Friday’s launch. OneWebOneWeb, which is based in the UK, and which had declared bankruptcy in March, has been bailed out to the tune of one billion dollars by the UK government and Indian telecommunications company Bharti Global. And on May 26, 2020, OneWeb applied to the FCC for permission to compete on an equal footing with SpaceX by launching 47,844 satellites into the ionosphere.Although OneWeb’s offices are in the UK, none of its Directors live there. Its CEO, Adrián Steckel, is Mexican, and the rest of its Directors live in the U.S., Germany, Israel and Mexico. Its major stockholders are Qualcomm (Singapore), SoftBank Group (Japan), and 1110 Ventures (U.S.). AmazonOn July 29, 2020, the FCC granted Amazon’s application to launch 3,236 satellites into the ionosphere. Like the satellites of SpaceX and OneWeb, Amazon’s satellites will operate at millimeter wave frequencies and use phased array technology to cover the Earth with focused beams of radiation enabling customers to access the Internet from anywhere on Earth, on land or ocean.The satellites of SpaceX, OneWeb and Amazon alone, if they are all launched, will total, together, about 92,000 satellites. If you add in Iridium and Globalstar, which are already operating small constellations, and the plans of Facebook, Link, Canadian companies Kepler and Telesat, the China Aerospace Science and Industry Corporation, Russia’s Roscosmos, and other competitors, there could soon be 100,000 satellites orbiting in the ionosphere. “But will you wake for pity’s sake”*The out-of-control satellite industry is one of the stupidest things humankind has ever created. It treats the life-giving envelope of our atmosphere as if we don’t depend on it. It poses an immediate threat to life on Earth, in so many ways.The 100,000 planned 5G satellites, each with a designed lifespan of 5 to 10 years, must be constantly de-orbited and replaced. This means that at least 10,000 satellites will have to be launched every year, forever into the future. If an average of 50 satellites can be launched on each rocket, that’s 200 rocket launches per year, just to maintain the satellites used for cell phones and Internet. And it means the de-orbiting of 10,000 worn out satellites per year, burning them up in the atmosphere and turning them into toxic dust and smoke. And that’s not counting the ever-increasing numbers of weather, research, tracking, monitoring, surveillance, military, and other kinds of satellites and missiles being launched in what will soon be a parade of rockets burning prodigious quantities of fossil fuels, punching holes in our atmosphere on a daily basis, and treating the source of all life as Earth’s largest garbage pit.Martin Ross of the Aerospace Corporation and other researchers have been modeling the effects of daily rocket launches on ozone and global temperatures. Rocket exhaust, depending on the type of fuel used, may contain chlorine and/or oxides of nitrogen, hydrogen, and/or aluminum, all of which destroy ozone. SpaceX’s kerosene-fueled rockets deposit enormous amounts of black soot into the stratosphere, where it accumulates, absorbing solar radiation and warming the stratosphere. The warming of the stratosphere accelerates the chemical reactions that destroy ozone.Most rockets are launched from the northern hemisphere. And the winter and spring of 2020 saw the largest and longest-lasting Arctic ozone hole in history. Ozone-watchers did not know what caused it, but they were not communicating with the scientists who are studying rocket exhaust. Our world is full of specialists, deaf and blind to other specialties, collectively asleep and marching toward oblivion.Atmospheric physicists do not study astronomy. Astronomers do not study electricity. Electricians do not study biology. Medical doctors do not study acupuncture. Doctors of oriental medicine do not study atmospheric physics. But the universe is not fragmented, it is a whole, and our culture has forgotten what that is, to its peril and to the peril of everything alive.The ionosphere is a source of high voltage that controls the electric circuitry of the biosphere and everything in it, including the fine-tuned circuitry of every human, every animal, every tree, and every fish. If we do not immediately stop the destruction of our fragile blanket of electrified air, upon which we depend for growth, healing, and life itself, climate change and ozone destruction may not matter. Beta testing begins in September. NATIONAL MEETING ABOUT SATELLITES, AUGUST 13On Thursday, August 13, 2020, from 7 to 9 PM EDT (2300 to 0100 UTC), Americans for Responsible Technology will host a meeting about the 5G satellites on Zoom that will be simulcast on Facebook. In the first hour, four presenters will speak for 15 minutes each: Ben Levi, technology consultant, will summarize the current satellite situation. Where are we now, and what is forecast over the next few years? Joe Sandri has a law degree and has training and experience in radiofrequency engineering. He will describe how the satellites work. How will a typical 5G transmission use the satellites? What kinds of earth stations will be required?Arthur Firstenberg will talk about the impact of the satellites on people and the environment. How will the electrical environment of the earth be altered by constant transmission of 5G signals? Julian Gresser, attorney, will address what is being done legally to stop this. What right does the FCC or any other agency have to authorize the use of space for private commercial interests? What are the legal and ethical principles involved?The second hour of the meeting will consist of a discussion among the presenters, followed by questions from the online audience, which will include members of the press. Attend by Zoom (limited space).Participants must register in advance: https://us02web.zoom.us/meeting/register/tZwkdeqoqjIiGNx6dqXjti7HrZHqle3LNwrHWatch on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/events/1176845649355076 CORONAVIRUS’S HIDDEN THREATWhen SpaceX begins its beta testing in the northern United States and southern Canada later this summer, the single biggest obstacle to recognizing its effects on humans will be COVID-19. Because no matter how many people sicken or die in that part of the world, it will be blamed on the coronavirus.As I pointed out in a previous newsletter, the pandemic began with 5G. 5G came to Wuhan shortly before the outbreak of COVID-19 there. 5G came to New York City streetlamps shortly before the outbreak of COVID-19 there. COVID-19 deprives the blood of oxygen, while radio waves deprive the cells of oxygen. COVID-19, alone, is just a respiratory virus like the common cold. But together with 5G, it is deadly. To deal with COVID-19 effectively, society must first recognize the harm done to the body by radio waves. 5G is radio waves on steroids.

This worker’s death was not caused by hot weather, as was reported by the mediaInstead of acknowledging the harm from radio waves, society is tearing its fabric apart by instituting measures that are protecting no one and are instead sickening and killing people. I will mention just one of those measures here: facial masks.As a person who went to medical school, I was shocked when I read Neil Orr’s study, published in 1981 in the Annals of the Royal College of Surgeons of England. Dr. Orr was a surgeon in the Severalls Surgical Unit in Colchester. And for six months, from March through August 1980, the surgeons and staff in that unit decided to see what would happen if they did not wear masks during surgeries. They wore no masks for six months, and compared the rate of surgical wound infections from March through August 1980 with the rate of wound infections from March through August of the previous four years. And they discovered, to their amazement, that when nobody wore masks during surgeries, the rate of wound infections was less than half what it was when everyone wore masks. Their conclusion: “It would appear that minimum contamination can best be achieved by not wearing a mask at all” and that wearing a mask during surgery “is a standard procedure that could be abandoned.”I was so amazed that I scoured the medical literature, sure that this was a fluke and that newer studies must show the utility of masks in preventing the spread of disease. But to my surprise the medical literature for the past forty-five years has been consistent: masks are useless in preventing the spread of disease and, if anything, are unsanitary objects that themselves spread bacteria and viruses.Ritter et al., in 1975, found that “the wearing of a surgical face mask had no effect upon the overall operating room environmental contamination.”Ha’eri and Wiley, in 1980, applied human albumin microspheres to the interior of surgical masks in 20 operations. At the end of each operation, wound washings were examined under the microscope. “Particle contamination of the wound was demonstrated in all experiments.”Laslett and Sabin, in 1989, found that caps and masks were not necessary during cardiac catheterization. “No infections were found in any patient, regardless of whether a cap or mask was used,” they wrote. Sjøl and Kelbaek came to the same conclusion in 2002.In Tunevall’s 1991 study, a general surgical team wore no masks in half of their surgeries for two years. After 1,537 operations performed with masks, the wound infection rate was 4.7%, while after 1,551 operations performed without masks, the wound infection rate was only 3.5%.A review by Skinner and Sutton in 2001 concluded that “The evidence for discontinuing the use of surgical face masks would appear to be stronger than the evidence available to support their continued use.”Lahme et al., in 2001, wrote that “surgical face masks worn by patients during regional anaesthesia, did not reduce the concentration of airborne bacteria over the operation field in our study. Thus they are dispensable.”Figueiredo et al., in 2001, reported that in five years of doing peritoneal dialysis without masks, rates of peritonitis in their unit were no different than rates in hospitals where masks were worn.Bahli did a systematic literature review in 2009 and found that “no significant difference in the incidence of postoperative wound infection was observed between masks groups and groups operated with no masks.”Surgeons at the Karolinska Institute in Sweden, recognizing the lack of evidence supporting the use of masks, ceased requiring them in 2010 for anesthesiologists and other non-scrubbed personnel in the operating room. “Our decision to no longer require routine surgical masks for personnel not scrubbed for surgery is a departure from common practice. But the evidence to support this practice does not exist,” wrote Dr. Eva Sellden.Webster et al., in 2010, reported on obstetric, gynecological, general, orthopaedic, breast and urological surgeries performed on 827 patients. All non-scrubbed staff wore masks in half the surgeries, and none of the non-scrubbed staff wore masks in half the surgeries. Surgical site infections occurred in 11.5% of the Mask group, and in only 9.0% of the No Mask group.Lipp and Edwards reviewed the surgical literature in 2014 and found “no statistically significant difference in infection rates between the masked and unmasked group in any of the trials.” Vincent and Edwards updated this review in 2016 and the conclusion was the same.Carøe, in a 2014 review based on four studies and 6,006 patients, wrote that “none of the four studies found a difference in the number of post-operative infections whether you used a surgical mask or not.”Salassa and Swiontkowski, in 2014, investigated the necessity of scrubs, masks and head coverings in the operating room and concluded that “there is no evidence that these measures reduce the prevalence of surgical site infection.”Da Zhou et al., reviewing the literature in 2015, concluded that “there is a lack of substantial evidence to support claims that facemasks protect either patient or surgeon from infectious contamination.”Schools in China are now prohibiting students from wearing masks while exercising. Why? Because it was killing them. It was depriving them of oxygen and it was killing them. At least three children died during Physical Education classes — two of them while running on their school’s track while wearing a mask. And a 26-year-old man suffered a collapsed lung after running two and a half miles while wearing a mask.Mandating masks has not kept death rates down anywhere. The 20 U.S. states that have never ordered people to wear face masks indoors and out have dramatically lower COVID-19 death rates than the 30 states that have mandated masks. Most of the no-mask states have COVID-19 death rates below 20 per 100,000 population, and none have a death rate higher than 55. All 13 states that have death rates higher 55 are states that have required the wearing of masks in all public places. It has not protected them.“We are living in an atmosphere of permanent illness, of meaningless separation,” writes Benjamin Cherry in the Summer 2020 issue of New View magazine. A separation that is destroying lives, souls, and nature. _____________ * from Christopher Fry, A Sleep of Prisoners, 1951.Arthur FirstenbergAugust 11, 2020

A strong clear message came.

“you need to know this” and it continued..

“The old white men (they were very adamant about that phrase) who created this virus truly believed it would solve the problem. They have made a big mistake! They are misguided. Their egos have led them to the wrong conclusion. They sincerely believe that the solution to our problems is to reduce the population of the earth by 2/3. They are misguided. The solution is to change the hearts and minds not simply reduce the numbers. We must ask the earth and all of nature to help clean up this mistake and then we must carry on to help evolve the minds and hearts of the people.”

My medicine name is EagleHeart because I can find a place in my heart for all beings. The emotion of forgiveness swept over me as I understood that these misguided and powerful men (what a diabolical combination) have done / are doing what they believe will ultimately be for the good. I can feel how separated they are.

From Shamans Without Borders, July 27, 2020

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GMA’s note: these Mongolians shamans are fifty or so in number and have been offering ceremonies to cut off the tail of the BLACK DRAGON misusing its powers over both USA and South America.  August 25, 2020, they are hosting the FIRE CEREMONY that is closure to this container!

“We are all together to do this healing work together!”

Opportunity: what has been the vibrational shift that you all have been experiencing as GMA root shamanic lineage offers these ceremonies to clear the air fuelled by misunderstanding and creation of virus that is manmade with intention to CULL the human tribe on earth rather than to change the hearts and minds of our souls?

Offer your observations to: cocreavatar.editors@gmail.com with love and appreciation!

By Alex Garver

the pendulum swings
from 'White is good' to 'White is bad'
and back again
the crowd cheering and jeering in jest


rhythmic oscillations of duality
hypnotize me into
a trance of separation
that flattens fractal dimensions
into cookie-cutout identities
so simple and sweet my holy longing
is hijacked in addiction


chips of histories, bittersweet
trails of tears, frozen streaks
stain the land
that would sustain me


who was pained
and who awakens
in the morning light
with warm skin
and peppery cacao?


what perceptions pin reality
like a tiger caught beneath a fallen tree?


may I,
dare we,
walk free?


like a dancing leaf—
apparent personality
fed and moved by cosmic breath,
still grounded
exhaling into the Earth.


perhaps it is time we learn
with humility
how the melting glacier's
death gives birth
to the sun's shimmerings
on an alpine lake.


my prayer
today and for this age
is to not judge others
by the color of their skin
by the shape of their identity
not even by their awareness
or lack thereof


I forgive us our flailing grabs at love
our entitled wounds demanding address
our inconsiderate raping
of women and Earth
our domination and killing
of innocent people
because I know the pain
who writes the script
and the lonely actor who loses himself
for the sake of adoration


I too have killed for love.
I have mistaken sex for worthiness.
I have manipulated the vulnerable and
abused my power to prevent
lack and aloneness
from annihilating myself.


And I also sense the end of this story
the dark void might dissolve myself
but it is no end that is not also the beginning
the very thing I most feared
is what I have most sought
in eons of disconnection and confusion
fear in its repulsion and desire in its outflow
point the way through opposites
craving and aversion
arise from the same still point
of mind.


sit still my child
and know you are Go
unknowable perhaps
but knowing unknowing
allows knowing of all


in accepting our trials
and my old karmic tries for Self
I do not condone or allow
others to harm myself or my friends
I stand, I fight, I cry, I sing
for truth for freedom for presence for love


life after life I swim for the shore
not just for myself but for all of my selves
for you, your mother, and our child
interlocking, interweaving forms filled with love
like Mozart's notes, different and connected,
downloaded, bit by bit, like a Zip drive
from the source of all things.


I know not who I am
or who you are
And yet I know
who we are not.
I am not deceived
nor so intoxicated
with form
to lose awareness of play
arising from spacious nothing
Nor am I so enamored with my own religion
that I cease to enjoy the ecstatic flow of mystery
in and through the world.


I hope to join you again
one day under a starry sky
or in song around a campfire
or tending to the wounds of war


It matters not so much where or when we meet
or on which dusty road we fall in love
I only hope we remember
our connection
inherent in the One
who dreams...

Alex Garver
:: Contributing Author ::
Alex has a degree in psychology, survived a kundalini awakening, and ordained as a Buddhist monk in Thailand. He now uses Alchemical Hypnotherapy to help people recognize patterns, transmute fear, and live joyously from the heart.

Website: alexgarver.com 

Email: alexgarver@gmail.com

By Nikki Cole

What is Leadership? How do we show up to be leaders in our community, for our kids and for ourselves?

Detached, distracted, and unavailable conversations are happening more and more. The ability to truly be present with one another seems to be such a hard job.

 When we do the work for ourselves, we do the work for our family and then some! 

 I bought a bus to minimize and downsize, re-evaluate spaces, and travel to different waters leaving less traces. Carrying with me puppets, stories, and movement. This has opened my eyes and heart to see this value more than ever for ourselves and our future generations.

Leadership.

“Leadership is not about a title or a designation. It’s about impact, influence and inspiration. Impact involves getting results, influence is about spreading the passion you have”

                                                                                                                                               ~ Robin Sharma

The summer of 2019 began with bright neon lights, PVC pipe, material, music, water and of course Puppets! I was on my Kootenay Puppet Power tour! Setting out to new places in the Columbia Basin with three Sinixt stories inter woven into a magical presentation. I found each session to be new and explorational. Each community has a story of their own that wanted to be heard, shared, and experienced. Emphasizing on our local indigenous cultures and traditions was very enlightening and disheartening. Language and teachings are being hidden away in the hearts of our elders that have been restricted by social politics, that I really do not understand. Our future has bright curious eyes, with open hearts and playfulness. This younger generation has a real hard time paying attention unless its fully engaging with all OUR hearts. The remembering in my soul’s walk became a source of inspiration. I was reminded to do the work within. That the more I sit with all the feelings, all the sensations, without judgment, the more clarity I would have. The more I would show up for the communities and their children and the elders that leant their time and stories.  I have been listening. Have you? There is a new way to communicate these days. Yes, it can involve zoom, google docs, drop box, Facebook, Instagram all the things…. however, what its main component needs to be,

 Presence~

This is the light WE want to shine out. This is the leadership we are rising into. It is being able to stop the multi tasking, the constant busy monkey mind, the inner and outer distractions so we can be the change to change our future. The future that needs to hear the stories of our elders, the language of the traditional people, the songs of our tribes, and the ancient ceremonies to be practiced. The future that wants to be listened to fully, with complete and utter undivided attention. To be understood, recognized, and valued for what we are, right here, and right now.

If we can shine our lights on healthy presence within our bodies, truly we nourish and detoxify becoming beacons of radiance and illuminating the LIGHT ON LEADERSHIP.

Thank you, Sat Nam, and Namaste. To all my relations. oh ho

To view some of my own personal puppetry work, or to make a donation to the offerings I give please visit my site and send a message so I can send you a personal puppet telegram @ https://movewithnikki.org/

Or find me on facebook @ https://www.facebook.com/movewithnikki.org

Long ago and far away, GMA K, before she was a GMA, met a tall, lanky, blonde blue-eyed athletic sister of many teachings, who noted: SCHOOL is truly a kaleidoscope!

In another turning point, when GMA K, still not yet a GMA, was living and journeying in Ajjijic, Jalisco, Mexico, she met a young, battle-weary Peace Corps facilitator, just returned from Bosnia, Croatia and 3 years amidst the remains of a religious war that took revenge upon the women.

This courageous soul noted: The first thing we did when we moved into a battle-scarred and ripped to shreds area, was to gather survivors, say, WE NEED TO BUILD A PARK FOR THE CHILDREN, and then, to gather resources, recycled from shrapnelled homes.
Life, these days is such a kaleidoscope, is it not? With one turn of the dial on this tube of papery shiny gems, cut into geometric forms of so many colours, our perception of our lived experience changes.  This is our current SCHOOL!

Many come to these shared moments, battle-weary, returning from karmic familial and ancestral soils bloodstained and wreaking with revenge, tired of the wars that our genetics withstood.

WE NEED A PARK FOR THE CHILDREN!

Temperatures are cooler now, so the rage of our tormented ancestral thoughts is cooling as well.  Our sky dharma minds are expanding, relaxing, once more we as two-leggeds, are normalizing that which is truly violent.  That lense of past living pain keeps us stuck in the kaleidoscope of fear that this will replicate itself in our children.  There are pockets within the soul bodies of earthlings full of traumas that have not yet been emptied fully, down to the ZERO POINT!

Today, I sat within another SPHERE, that of a PARK FOR THE CHILDREN.  There beyond my chosen picnic table, stand five deciduous trees, four rooted into a verdant hillock, guardians of a neon blue play structure, mostly of metal and heavy-duty plastic.  The structure has woven into the forms, light sage limey green metal poles.  All stands upon a dark blue outdoor carpeted tarmac.

IT is the size of 4 large living rooms, or family rooms and feels as though it, in and of itself, is a  SPHERE!

Or it might be an imaginal EARTH SPACE SHIP specifically cocreated FOR THE CHILDREN!
To my left, as my peripheral vision softens, there is a tan wooden roofed playhouse, 5 feet off the tarmac.  Waiting, inviting children to climb and enter into it.  The exit opposite the blue metal spiral stairs is that brilliant dark blue, heavy plastic, SLIDE down onto the tarmac of life.

In the central place of THE PARK FOR THE CHILDREN, stand two circular engaging structures. Both invite partnership.  One could stand on the 2-foot diameter platform and move into a circular cycle, and it is so much more FUN to share the platform with another CHILD and agree to move in a certain direction.  The KALEIDOSCOPE changes in the hands, hearts, eyes of the two and lived experience changes.
It makes my GMA heart chuckle!

This afternoon, I witnessed both an 18-month-old girl toddler screeching her way down to earth on that slide, followed by her youthful, quietly excited mama.  Her hips fit snuggly into the slides embrace as her daughter child squealed with delight!

No shushing, no silencing, rather a joining within the sphere of sounds of FUN!
The metal whirligig invites singular riders and then, there seems to be a shift of the KALEIDOSCOPE, and suddenly another rider appears! Whoosh, the circular orbit takes hold and great spirit moves them into a collaborative mystery tour, both touched by that agreement.

There are taller, higher structures architected with FUN in mind and heart.  At one point in this nebulous time, 2 about 10-year-old boy-men arrive and decide to take on that taller structure. 

That mutual agreement gifts them with exuberant permission to discover what more is possible.  Soon, that taller with soft sage lime green oval structure between them for hands to hold on as the circular platform tilts and twirls, is fully engaged by curiosity and surprise and that tempting experience: Let’s wonder how fast and furiously we can twirl on this?  YAHOO!

The oppositional forces are at work, and they each have to lean in and lean out synchronizing so that curiosity is satisfied.  What a stomach chuckling expression this is for GMA to witness and feel into.

The swirling magic stops and my lense turns to the putty grey holed structure, wondering what is its purpose and who will reveal this to me.  No one during my 3 hours at the PARK FOR THE CHILDREN steps into that inquiry so I am left with: Perhaps another time!
Suddenly, to my left, there is a robust visionary with white running shoes, long blue black t-shirt untucked into loose dark sweatpants revealing HER KALEIDOSCOPE INNER SCHOOL!  Seated and stretching her hamstrings on earth, there is an aura of seeing, feeling, knowing what she wants her body to experience.  Standing up swiftly, the performance unfolds, beginning with a fluid backbend.  Her body arches backward and then flips into standing.  The one move births another and she cartwheels with ease.  Standing in star pose, there is a thoughtful pass and she of the acrobatic school, wiggles and squeals, thrusting her body into a no-handed flip.  WOW, mom, who did you birth here?
Dark hair ponytailed, her life force beams into each movement, and just as though she is in front of her team, an audience, with an invisible coach estimating some measure of next steps, this beauty of 12 years or so, bounces in those white runners, crossing the lawn, over the blue tarmac, and throws her body into a circular rope woven basket swing, completely satisfied!

Her voice singingly reaches high pitches almost as though she calls to her slightly older sister.  This one comes running as well, from another direction, throws her body on the woven basket swing occupying the space left for her by her sister Acrobatta!
Life is swinging back and forth with two sistars in agreement to share and to care and to have FUN!

Relief emanates from each of the multiply aged children as the stories spread by adults and projected into the KALEIDOSCOPE SCHOOL lense dissolve in the vibrations of JOY and INNOCENCE.

Just as I sense and enjoy this field of love, to my right emerges a papa running alongside his 7 -8-year-old young man son.  He is white runnered as well and truly loves this parallel creation.  Even when the boy mansion falls upon the receptive brown soil grass greened, papa kicks up one leg over his son’s body and with some kind of telepathic messaging, encourages the resurrection without demanding without commanding.  Just knowing, that there will be an arising.  And, of course, there is.

The parallel chase of wind and breath and bodies of papa and son continues beyond the play structure….. dissolving from my KALEIDOSCOPE’s lense.
This playing ground, this children’s park, this designed and devoted infrastructure funded by those who laugh and sing and play themselves, is a reprieve from what traumatized adults perpetuate on the screens of televisions, in news broadcasts, on computerized social media, and GMA inquires: At what cost?

No one here on this lawn of love, no one is invested in such violence of time-space of children, inner and outer.  Naked to the vibrancy of the body’s movements, these inhabitants have chosen the KALEIDOSCOPE SCHOOL and shifted their lenses to agree to releasing judgments, letting go of arguments, stopping complaining, and blaming and shaming.  These ones are the UPLIFTMENT of great spirits gifts: to explore and to discover as PLAYFUL ones, what now is possible.

Children of colours, adults of creeds, grandparents of various capacities, folks with dogs, adults reading cell phones, then adults letting those go, this CHILDRENS PARK, is a refuge for those to come to their common senses. To feel the winds, listen to BC Ferries horns coming and going over to Quadra Island, dancing, shouting, sharing, daring to resist the temptation to fall prey to those who falsely believe that they know more and are dominating the airwaves.

This is revolutionary, evolutionary, alchemy of PLAYFULNESS and who knows what kind of transformation arises from these past 3 hours of GMA Kaariina’s observations.
Chuckles shift the belly’s weights, laughter lifts up the veils of oppression from the heart centers, kiteflying raises the bar as the wind truly must be tended to in order to attain lift-off.

Relief shines through every effort to let go of the HUACHA, those heavy energies, and to re-enter the enlightened realm of innocence. To be freed in such a short period of time from karmic residues and traumatized even frozen fears about the future, this is a MIRACLE CHILDRENS PARK today.

Smiles mirror decisions and more delightful nuances dance in the airstream around this miniEARTHSHIP called CHILDREN PARK.  No one leaves that tarmac of dark blue outdoor carpet untouched. We are all immersed in a KALEIDOSCOPE SCHOOL and we have each shifted the lense with this as an outcome!  Our breathing has deepened, there is more restfulness, I do not hear crying infants whose needs are not met.  The wounds are not driving this movie, we are COCREATORS.

I do not know who decided to create this PARK FOR CHILDREN.  I thank them deeply today with all of my heart.  I do know the exhausted Peace Corps facilitator’s testimonial was that even in the midst of wartorn towns and battered women’s lives, the call to ACTION needs to be for the CHILDREN.  What more relaxing, all-inclusive way to complete this action and to shift frequencies than to come and PLAY TOGETHER.

Eachof us chooses to be here, transformed, transmutated, even transfigured as our egos need to step down and be composted.  Chuckles release the 15 year old boyman hanging from the horizontal bars, self consciously swinging and when he walks away, he knows that he has surpassed or remembered what he is now capable of. Adult butts slide down the longer neon indigo blue slide, reminding us: No one cares here! Just let go!

On these fulling moon nights and sunlit skied days, let us join as ONE in this SCHOOL of CHILDREN and PLAY together.  These frequencies are healthy prayers for those struggling with smokefilled lungs in California, in so many states.  This joy spreads into the aftermath of Hurricane Laura’s fury through Louisiana and southwards.  To be one of the ones who collaborates and discovers the bliss of having a bestie on that whirligig, well we are the ones who teach by our demonstration, adults still struggling to be better than.  Swinging in the ropestrung basket chair with ones sistar is an echo of healing for sistars who hurt one another.

Harvesting these gems is such an incredibly enriching time for GMA.  I ask of us all now: What is reality?  How do we come to cocreate such lived experiences with so much contrast: the darkness of madmen believing that they have power over our CHILDRENS PARKS? Or the enlightenment of fathers whose love for their infants, toddlers, kids, and young emerging men, is self-evident.

We, today, came as a collective together and chose to have FUN, to witness, and to note how folks and families are enjoying themselves.  We chose to share this earth, this creative juiciness, this laughter, the air, the waters within our bodies, with five deciduous trees on the hillock beyond as our standing witnesses.  In this microcosmic vision, we became the CHANGE we want to experience in the world.  Who, then, has power over our moments, our futures?

Another long ago and faraway time, I sat with a black and brown tan hound dog named Maharishi, on the floor of Most Venerable Namgyal Rinpoche, Dharma Centre of Canada.  Amongst 30 year practitioners of Tibetan Buddhism, it never occurred to me that this is wrong or bad.  I sat with a dog and wanted to curl up between its legs. Namgyal offered: “Be ye as a child and ye shall enter the Kingdom of Heaven.”

All judgments ceased and an aura of YES this is life, pervaded that time and space.
May this be so for each of us on earth now. This earth is a PARK FOR CHILDREN to remember to PLAYin our cosmic KALEIDOSCOPE SCHOOL!
Unmasked, chuckling, smiling through and through for each of us on this Scorpion full moon, facing these challenges with a dissolving unstoppable JOY!

For all relations

The 50 feet tall Sitka Spruce spirits chuckle quietly as I once more pack up my camp and prepare to move onwards into this great Mystery.  Slall berries are ripened upon their bushes surrounding Site 10 at Kei Kai Wei Campground, Quadra Island, British Columbia, Canada.

Raven has been my predawn awakener with robin red breast bobbing along the well trod earth during the breakfast preparations, easefully discovering my apple cores, tips of green beans,tossed purposefully amidst the green shrubs, with intentions to seed this earth after I leave.

My focus is multifold as I begin the naturally orderly process:discern as to what I really truly need now;give away that which no longer serves purpose joyously; envision the blueprint of the space in the back of my Pearl Rav4; then consciously pack!

It comes with years of travelling with the Bundle,and years of happily chosen ways of camping for 4-5 months most years.The benefits of service as a nomad!

Packing stretches my capacities not only for discernment, but also for higher levels of visual spatial skills, and with much lifting, engages my muscles in that heave HO!

My Rav4, Pearl, becomes a vehicle for great spirit to move onwards, and like a travelling Ba Gua, the fengshui trainings begin to easefully take hold.  Everything has its complimentary aspects and everything, once organically decided with what where,slips into place and space.

It takes time as well, to restfully set about this migrational way again.No rushing, no neurotic worry of getting there or will I forget anything.Nomads trust that once we resource what we need and have chosen,we have exactly what we need.  In my experiences, likely more than I need and thus, there is opportunity to be generous and to give away.

The reverse is also true.  When I came to Quadra, the mystery revealed that I was to camp at Wei Wai Kei and Rav4 contents did not include cooking pots nor a bucket in which to wash dishes.  Mid June,I stopped by the local Cove general store and asked for each:2 generous women jumped into the conversation: ‘Folks did not take these two small camping pots in our give away! Here you are!”Similarly for the bucket: ” Is this what you need?” Removing its nails and screws as contents, it became part of my itinerary for $5!
Packing up reminds my heart of such charitable natures and I feel blessed.All that I need is already given to me. 

Nothing is ever wasted, simply recycled.  I touch each item at different times in my travels, and kinesiologically assess: Is this a YES to keep and it serves,or a NO to give away as I was given to with joy!

The MAPPING of Rav4, Pearl, is very clearly laid out before I move objects.Like the Ba Gua in Feng Shui protocols, everything has a space for a specific reason.The big blue bin of pots pans dishes cooking requirements go into the center, like the Tao of Health, food preparation and eating fulfills my souls needs to stay healthful on the road.

The blue bin of clothes is aligned with seasons and temperatures, heavier clothing now on the bottom, layered with lighter tshirts, shorts, two skirts on top.When weathers shift and I discover a need, or an occasion arises, it is to THRIFT shoppes that GMA goes! And when that is fulfilled, to a THRIFT shoppe, I return!

Two propane stoves are tucked wisely into a blue recycled freezer bag,and due to lessons learned, honored with the space behind the Toyota spare tire, dutifully covered with protection.

Lanterns and art supplies, enlightening in unique ways, are stashed in a large African woven colored basket.  While all camping equipment is laid flat beneath again layered.  First the rays from my Finnish lineage for the bottom of tents, the bamboo collapsible table, the two tarps,and finally the Mountain Equipment Coop sage green bag with larger tent and poles, then the World Famous bag with my smaller evergreen tent! Bungie cords are my delight and tuck into a cloth bag between the propane stoves and art supplied basket.
Rituals and ceremonies are the raison d’etre of my being so 2 baskets again from the sisters of Africa, are dedicated: one for cacao complete with white garb and golden cups for service, another for larger circles,feted with a large embedded with turquoise and coral beads staff,smudge bowls and sage, palo santos, my obsidian pipe and tobacco in the thirteen moon leather pouch.

Oh YES, just remembered that beneath the lantern and art supplies, dwell my crystals for gridding on full moons and at earth locations calling for such mandalas!  How could I have forgotten these living ancestors!

Pillows and two blankets, one from Bolivia and another from Mexico,top the clothing blue bin, while the rolled up mats and 2 sleeping bag stuck in right behind.  Truth is I have no view from the passenger side back!

The front seat of the passenger way is for my beautifully invested samsonite travelling office, replete with computer and various headsets and wires to plug intolife somewhere!  My current 6 projects are now spread out over this floor of the lodge in which I am retreating to write and to bathe in antarctic salted water!They along with pens and antidotes to emfs live in the samsonite roll it around airports and over gravelly paths bag!
Packing up is such a celebration of all the ways that this universe gives to us.At the foot of my passenger seat, is my overnight nontoxic healthy loving self caring back pack, bought in Liberia, Costa Rica!  Layered from bottom up,products are purchased only after reading all labels and being assured of their DO NO HARMness.  Thanks to our mother’s training, I always include clean underwear, and to our father, a cloth handkerchief ,and for sweat lodges, a red bandana!

The vertical path in the back of Pearl, Rav4, is for walking sticks found on beaches, two poles for steeper pitched hikes,the circle talking stick, and a bow calling for its string.My incredibly durable yoga mat travels there as well,a giving experience of years of practices, 5 traditions of Om, asanas and the blessings and corrections of many teachers!
Packing up and moving on is such a satisfying experience,with companions of books: Julia Cameron’ Vein of Gold,Mark Woolyn’s It Did not Start With You, and newly,Defiant Spirits: Canadian Art of the group of Seven.Each has a dedicated journal for me to write as I digest the consciousness of authors, artists, respond to inquiries of family constellations, releasing by my sacred fires,the ancestral traumas and then create anew.  Wounds into wonders.

These are the days of wonder, my loves. A wondering when these masked faces will reveal what lives beneath them.  Days when the inquiry serves a greater mystery:when will we dance together rather than distance from each other.When will our defiant spirits arise from beneath these outwardly thrust fears of illness and death and say: I fearlessly hug you and hold you with my love and kindness.

These are the times, so puuurfect for discerning what it is that we in our hearts desire for our future world, what are our values, what is our stance as we choose to seed for future generations from our NOW.

These are such enriching and completely generous times on earth,for couples and for families, though facing thresholds, to sever ties from that which no longer serves.  Rather than feeding hungry ghosts with our creative juices for the sake of some justified ends.
As we enter into these years of Aquarius, the water bearer,we are called to blessing our tears, our waters, our teas,the herbs of our forest floors, the gifts from organic gardens,we are called to pray with thanks for trees, for winged ones,for the sounds of the oceans waves outside my window right now.

For this fulling moon of August, the first of three times to harvest!
Genetically, my beloveds, we have packed up and migrated for generations for many reasons.  There are echoes of how to and why running through our bloodlines.And yet, when rising to meet the calling now, as I rest assured that all of my needs are already met, that there is generosity in this world,that there is more than enough for all beings.  In these moments,in these very simple movements, we move heaven on earth and clear a path for those yet to come.

Welcome , beloveds, to the harvests gleaned from packing up,moving onwards, knowing that we are fulfilling purposes, and that we attract that which we need.
These are the days of wonder. The days of the dance of divinity. These are the days we were born for. These are the days we trust.

For all of our relations

By Kaariina Saarinen, Turquoise Heart
Interviewed by Hayley Shannon & Miku Lenentine
Edited by Miku Lenentine 

These are the times of the prophecies.  In many indigenous cultures that have maintained sovereignty and their root teachings are anchored, there exists Councils of Elders without borders, who see beyond what is arising now.  There are beings in these Councils who see TIMELINES in which a narrative unfolds because there are a majority who believe in injustice, in victimization, rather than cocreation and the Sacred Laws.

Where the Elders are respected within villages when women are held as midwives and sacred holders of the future of those cultures, prophecies have been told, as though a greater mastery can see in the crystal ball of humanity’s future, or through the bones and see what narrative is being played out.  In other indigenous tribes, the coca leaves are put down and read.

It seems to be a time of revelations from oracular readings of newly experienced tarot cards, to ancient systems of understanding the options of this particular ethical and elemental crisis. In the Columbian Kogi teachings, women are sacred and earth is a sacred site held within women’s bodies. I was given a Hopi ring to hold yesterday, that looked like a Vagina.

The holder of this precious ring noted that she had held it for quite a while.  It was from Hopi Land, Arizona and the Four Corners.  She said it was gifted to her and she had kept it in the original ring box. And I feel like that is synonymous with what this time is all about. This time is about the worth of a women’s vagina. This is about the return to the Goddess. It is a time for the cosmic sistarhood to emerge with self-respect, with acceptance of the responsibilities for Thirteen Moons of Teachings, the calendar of the divine YIN or Feminine.

Like my friend, we have kept these precious rings of personal power in original BOXES (voice boxes), for far too long.  We have not returned to the original lands from which Turquoise and Coral arises.  We have forgotten and remain stunted in our cocreative growth and development.

“This time is about the worth of a women’s vagina.
This is about the return to the Goddess.
It is a time for the cosmic sistarhood to emerge with self-respect…”

The Hopi Prophecy speaks of this time as a River of All Lifetimes, when we are to be conscientious about our choices and jump into that FLOWING River with awareness, that we are moving through, and it is moving through, lifetimes.  These are not personal emotions, beliefs, thoughts, sensations, experiences.  These are from our Ancestral Lifetimes!

We are called NOT to take these personally, rather to cook these seeds of stars, dance and move the blooming of these expressions of Creator, and release the Ancestral traumas! Song, dance, movement, sounds, shaking the medicines until the overlayer of trauma is done!

In this Hopi Prophecy, we say that the River is moving swiftly now, that the time of Lone Wolves is over.  Time to gather with tribe and do the work of surrender into HER together. She is moving swiftly and taking us all to HER mouth so that we speak from and for HER as HER instrument.  From these waters, we shall emerge together, birthed anew, well aware that there are larger waters, great lakes, seas, oceans that we shall now enter together and yet singularly strong in our willingness to surrender to ebbs and tides, to lunar cycles of the divine Feminine!

Our calendars have changed from solar powered, church invigorated to the Goddess of alchemical blood times and great mysteries.  This is not a passive time to despair nor a time to be aggressive and protest.  It is a time of great solutions of collective cocreativity!

This is not the time of Me Too. This movement rose up. Women needed to speak and have a podium to speak of the sexual abuse, the loss of safety within homes and in neighborhoods. It is a crime to silence women and not let this disrespect of the Goddess, of the future culture holders, be told with the brotherhood being held responsible.

 Restorative justice circles, Witnesses of violence, compassionate communications trainings, all are vital to a reconstitutionalization of humanity in a significantly REHUMANIZING way.

Through the lenses of prophecy, we can listen to Don Cirillo, Wandering Wolf of the Guatemalan Mayan Highlands offering consistently: these are the times of Mas Grande Purificado!  We are detoxiftying our minds, hearts, bodies and souls to enliven a new purpose for incarnation on earth!

YES, Black Lives Matter, All Lives Matter, and specifically, Black Women’s Lives Matter. Out of the Vagina of Women, out of that V, have come men like George Floyd,  men like Martin Luther King Jr.,  Harry Belafonte and Sidney Poitier. MEN who broke through the racial barriers into a white man’s world view!  MEN who had dreams and spoke eloquently of the need for people to have visions! These are times of Mas Grande Purificado, and what we as humans choose to focus on, we become!

The Sacred Laws of honouring and respecting THE MOTHER, loving and appreciating the midwifery of a new earth paradigm on Pachamama right here and now, is culling a huge portion of humanity from the greater tribe.  Those who have been compromised, those who have been hurt and remain in those sets of circumstances because not ENOUGH of US have stepped up to the unified FIELD of our own awareness and cleared our own karmic debts.  ON behalf of all of our Ancestors.

‘YES, Black Lives Matter, All Lives Matter, and specifically,
Black Women’s Lives Matter!’ 

 My precious warrior goddess daughter mated with a Jamaican brother of the Maroon lineage, and birthed two young men both integrating her tall blonde blue-eyed heritage as well as his dark eyes, hair and strength.  My Bundle and these prophecies are the commitment I carry so that these young men are the true Rainbow warriors that was foretold long ago!  I do this inner work and outer expression, this cocreative effort to alchemize our lineages womb wounds so that they and our blue-eyed blonde-haired granddaughter can KNOW that we are doing something to end these violences and divisivenesses!

So my return to the way of council is really about circling up. It is about bringing small and large groups back to remembering that the Prophesy says the Rainbow Warriors would gather again. We are all colors cultures and creeds. We are holding our unique culture in our healing hands. Not from the Mind and the mouth. From the brain that has been impressed by the trauma of women who have been abused and conceived women out of abuse. But out of the hearts of humanity. Where humanity can unify through the body of one woman, the EARTH herself, Pachamama.  These incredible unifying times resurrect the culture of wisdom in Women for us to complete our own rites of passage to return fully and holistically back to all of this universe as WOMBS for the future of humanity and our true wild nature. These ways of council, these circle ways are here not just for youth, but also for people who call themselves senior citizens. These ones are the Elders in the making, requiring youth to listen to the stories, their heartfelt experiences, to grieve with them, for they are all of US!
We are recovering and reclaiming the deep part of our being as rebellious. We find that to be radical yields this fierce willingness to say to those still bound by fear and funded by that obedience: why do you believe that? Is that really the truth? Why have you given your power away to an external authority called God, looking like a father, for generations and generations and generations? Why have you maintained the iconography of a crucified son, black, brown, yellow or white and fail to realize the impact of such imaging?  We have crucified our sons,  in so many ways as women and mothers have been identifying as a Lady of Good Sorrows. A woman of great grief, a woman without her own rudder down in that swiftly flowing River of all Lifetimes.

We are no longer identifying with external authority. Putting away childish things and beliefs, including dissolving our adolescent need for idols, we detach from immature and rather blind obedience and emerge without shoulds, musts, have tos, and fear of punishment,

 The identification of functions for our youth and for seniors is absolutely crucial. We are in need of changing our identity. Put on another perspective, another set of lenses through which to view that which exists in the MIRROR of our lives.

Identity is a choice point for humanity.  To identify as an Elder, as a wisdom keeper, as a storyteller, as a keeper of the pipe of peace determines my stance and how I walk on earth.  The times of victim are over.  These are the moments of cocreactivity according to Sacred Laws! All is born of woman and woman is sacred.

“I chose to be a Lady of the Mountains, a Lady of the Lakes,
a Lady of the Canoe and paddle my own canoe.” 

I chose to be a Lady of the Mountains, a Lady of the Lakes, a Lady of the Canoe and paddle my own canoe. Thirteen sistars pilgrimaged on boats on Lake Titicaca in Bolivia in 2014, women who moved from the Isla de La Sol to the Isla de La Luna.  Those young women and older women came to offer the Despacho  invited by Juan Gabriel and Maestra Martina in order  to clear up the identity that we have taken on.

These Rites of Passage, these rituals are designed by Ancestral Cultures to release and to dissolve that which we have surreptitiously taken on as identity. It is not the core, it is not the authenticity of who we are. It is not the value that we need to give to ourselves or to our Mother Lineages, our sistars, our daughters, our granddaughters and beyond.

The atmospheric and societal context of planet earth  is going through huge contractions. It is going through a karmic dispensation for our Ancestors, our Elders, our Medicine Tribes have dispensed this karma to you, to your genealogy, to your family tree because you are going to end these cycles. You are going to break the curses. You are going to break these silences of shame and guilt and end the lies of separation from  our wild nature , our true selves and our purpose on planet earth.

We could have reincarnated on Saturn and the 9 moons, we could have gone out there and stayed on Uranus, or Mars or Venus, we could have stayed on Chiron or stayed in another constellation, but WE CHOSE to come to planet earth for this time THROUGH OUR MOTHERs WOMBS as instruments for this gifting!

 So in the teaching of prophecy , we say you are the ones. You are the ones! You chose to do this work at this time. There is nothing else you need to do but break apart the matrix that says you are identified by an external authority, whether it is white, black, brown, yellow, red and beyond.. This external authority is going down. These matrices are dissolving.

Like a spider’s web, if we push strongly enough together, against the web, we are no longer caught like little flies. We can break this warp and weft we have unconsciously and consciously woven for we are the weavers and the woven ones. Through the Internet, this worldwide web, we are actually in confrontation right now. We are confronting the authorities about what can be allowed on the Internet. These authorities were young people once, who had a very idealistic and possibly quite a naïve stance about the future, but who succumbed to the temptation of money, that symbolizes for a short time longer, personal power and recognition that was missing in families.  The RIVER OF ALL LIFETIMES is flowing swiftly now. Time to be vigilant about our choices and with whom do we weave with what purpose.                                                     

Within this TIMELINE JUMPING we could call re-identification, we emerge as agent provocateurs. We provoke conversation that counts. We are direct and pierce through the illusion and delusion mirrored in our relationships that we are separate from our true nature. The Real People in Australian Indigenous Cultures have been maintaining this  as The Crystal Dreamtime for Eons, and Eons, and Eons. It is a CALLING for the return to these ancient ways. The beyond that. I am not sure how long it will take, but I know it has begun. I know it began before I was born in 1948. I know it was held by teachers in secret until TIMES LIKE THESE!

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“Like a spider’s web, if we push strongly enough together, against the web,
we are no longer caught like little flies. We can break this warp and weft we have unconsciously and consciously woven for we are the weavers and the woven ones.” 

Once upon a time in my life, I met a Grandfather, Michael Stern, who has since passed over. He was one of the twelve who carried the White Buffalo Pipe. He developed a curriculum  for Indigenous children to come into the school system with their own way of learning in Manitoba!  He was brilliant in translating what the world needed from these gifted children and bridging that language of pictographs and sacred sounds for all beings to benefit!  We need to appreciate that the human brain is plastic or flexible in its nature, that for our Ancient Ones, it is used according to location, place, weather, climate, seasons and the wilderness.  The indigenous brain doesn’t work in the ways of English as a system of languaging the wild four leggeds, or the winged and finned ones. If we go to the Inuit in Northern Canada and ask what is the word for Love,  there area100 words for love. What is the word for snow? 150 words for snow given location and weather.

The English language is a limitation and thus, those humans who only know English as the vehicle for expressing lived experiences live limited experiences and from that context, judge others!

 To sit in the vast presencing of Strathcona Mountains, to swim in the rising and falling of the waves of the Pacific Ocean, to ride the surf on just one simple board, to climb the cliffs with grappling hooks and toehoelds that seem impossible to attain, humanity is  wild  and called to return to HER, this Pachamama and her forests, everglades, her jungles and her creature teachers.  SHE, after our birth mothers, is our Greater Mother, and even Greater is the Cosmic Mother of this universe.

 The prophecies say that these are the times we have been waiting for and that we are the ONES! In such expansions, we can see know and hold the earth as a pebble on the shores of the sands of universal time.  We can re imagine Pachamama as a small turquois bubble with pure water sustaining all life upon HER. By entering fully in this age and stage of Grande Purificado, we are called to mature as HOLDERS OF THE VISION that feeds the souls of humanity and rewilds its heart!  By shifting our focus and setting a new course with our own paddles on these seas of change, we can be fierce in the faith of our efforts that we will reach LOVE and serve enlightened ways to the future: for seven generations to come.

These young ones are watching us, absorbing what we are focusing on and what our priorities are!  Their curriculum for attainment is divined by how we live these prophetic times.  We are IT and we can navigate this with our heart compasses TOGETHER!

I am so glad that we have this time together. May you laugh, may you sing, may you sound, may you dance. May you remember the Spirit is free within you. May it move you. May you know that you are the air, the fire, the water, the earth itself, and that you are space. Hold space. Occupy it fully. Give your gifts. Be the genius you are meant to be. The gene of the eye of all of us. And say your prayers daily and become that prayer and intention and inspire others!

We are all working with the Spirit.

For All of Our Relations
Namaste
Shalom

By Karen Lynn Gordon

Dearest Gma,

Greetings to you from the Samanea Nature Sanctuary and Farm, where the rainy season moved in a few days ago and everything is lush-ing out! All shades of green everywhere, birds signing, monkeys swinging, bare feet squishing, hens clucking, and rivers singing. Oh how I loved reading your biography and delighting both in the DO-ings of your life but also the BE-ing.

I am finding that I am deep in sabbatical land.  After I guided a full-moon fast for Milagros and myself in April, I made a a HUGE severance 2 weeks later on the new moon –  I closed Revive Healing Arts. It was huge, an enormous leap of faith. Plus, 10 years of my professional life and  identity created to hold that container – put to rest. I declared to myself and my community that I would be offline and rejuvenating for the next 2-3 months on my farm, hands and feet in the dirt. Now that the rains have come – trees will soon start being planted here, too! 

So, I find that I am only near my computer once every week or two to catch up because my days are currently filled with farm and nature sanctuary chores, and homeschooling Chris. All of my energy is in one place – my ometeyotl – and I am relishing not being pulled in a variety of directions, across landscapes. Everything I desire and what my life loves is right here – my home, my land, Chris, my stream, my animals (Sally + 2 kittens + 3 hens), my medicinal plant gardens, my vegetable garden, my fruit orchards and my native trees. I have also begun planting medicine plants here – on Mother’s Day 🙂

I sense I have been strengthening my energy body and signature because I am almost exclusively in direct contact with the natural world. I haven’t felt this healthy, clear, or grounded in by BEing in a very long time.

During my fast, the name of my new educational organization rose to the surface . . .I’ve been waiting for 2 years to see and feet it all the way! 

“The Center for Sacred Ecology.“

During this time of sabbatical I have committed to living in ceremony, going with the flow of my days, listening, and responding to the call of Spirit. Getting to know the clear yeses and no’s of my heart even more. Grateful for an abundance of organic food sprouting out of this land, and the pure oxygen to keep me moving. Daily QiGong to keep me supple . We have been selling the most incredible greens from our gardens and lemons from our trees, and gifting much too, and everything feels in order. We have exactly what we need to live – nothing more, nothing less. All needs are met.

Since my first fast on my land during the April full moon,  many others have asked to receive the medicine of the 4-day, 4-night wilderness quest. After checking in with Spirit, the land and my heart, I sat down and committed with a YES. I recorded 5+ hours of preparatory workshops for fasters prior to arrival,  and have designed a  basic 7-day on-site program . . . . with complete ease.

Milagros is my assistant, and helps on the “arrival day” with the fasters as we more fully prepare them to cross the threshold the next day, and she comes back on their last day when we sit in story council and witness the medicine which they have committed to carrying home and into their communities. My School of Lost Borders training and work has finally matured to bear fruit – almost completely by surprise. Planned by Spirit in the back room 🙂  My heart is full, as I sit in the seat of my vocation.

I have just ushered my 2nd group across the threshold today. My arrow is aligned and aimed clearly, and it feels good and right to be holding this space while I live upon this land which is SO happy to receive wilderness questers. So grateful to share this with Milagros and watch her grow and blossom. Humbly, I continue to learn this medicine by living it and experimenting, and I continue to Live by learning.

Eventually when Costa Rica’s borders open again I will welcome international fasters here, as part of a longer program, but for now my offering is local and national – after this current fast, just one fast per month until it gets far too rainy to comfortably continue, likely September.

I hope all is well with you in the far north, where I hope spring is a riot of color and that you have enough freedom to move about despite quarantine restrictions. I see there is quite a lot of movement with CoCreavatars, and I wish all of the best for the building of the team and vision. I am in full ally-ship from here in Costa Rica, unable to be present on Zoom calls but  here / there in Spirit, holding this middle space from the land of the quetzal, jaguar and hummingbird.

Sending lush cloud forest vibrations to you dear Anam Cara, and many blessings for your life.

I love you,

I love us.

Thank you.

Karen