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September 17, 2011

Nefertiti ~ Goddess of Fertility

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The Squirrel, the Astronaut & his Daughters

April 12, 2011

Yuri Gagarin, first human to orbit Earth, April 12, 1961

 Once Upon a Time…

 It was only once dawn broke on the icy steppe that the small, shivering crowd could clearly make out the grinning face of Yuri Gagarin. Fifty years, almost to the day, after the Soviet cosmonaut became the first human being to travel into space, an image from the day of the launch had been painted onto the hulking Soyuz rocket, which was being tugged across the plain by an ageing diesel train. As the rocket was winched into its launch position, the face swivelled upright. Alongside it was the word “Poyekali”, or “Let’s go”, Gagarin’s final statement before he was launched into history. [Read more]

Rocky – the flying squirrel

“Rockets are dangerous things, so those who fly them need all the luck they can get,”

To mark the 50th anniversary of Yuri Gagarin becoming the first man in space, his elder daughter Elena gave her first ever interview for Western media about her father to Andrea Rose of the British Council. This is the complete transcriptAndrea Rose: Do you have any memories of April 12, 1961, the day your father was the first man to fly into space?

 Elena Gagarin: No, I was too young, I was only two years old, and don’t have any recollections of the day itself.

 AR: So when was the first time that you knew what your father had achieved?

 EG: Well, it was just a part of my life and growing up. He was always the First Cosmonaut of the World for me, and his whole life was connected with space and space exploration. There wasn’t a before and after for me.

 AR: Did he talk to you as you grew up about taking that first flight?

 EG: No. He talked about it so often, and with so many people, that it seemed to me he was rather tired of talking about it. What he talked about to me was his childhood – about what it was like to grow up in Smolensk, and about the war. His family lived under German occupation for three years, and he talked to us a great deal about that.

Russian cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin turned in to an international icon when he became the first man to travel in to space 50 years ago

June 1, 1960 shows Soviet cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin posing with his wife Valentina and daughter Yelena on the bank of the Klyazma River in central Russian Vladimir region Photo: AFP/GETTY IMAGES

Il Violino Rossi

April 6, 2011

Cesca & Anna, The Red Violin

The Story.. 

Nicolò Bussotti  is a violin maker who is married to Anna Rudolfi, pregnant with their first child. Anna is worried about her own health, as she believes her age may complicate her pregnancy and birth, but Nicolo is confident, saying that he has the best people available when she is due for delivery. Anna sees her servant Cesca  with questions about her child’s future, Cesca uses a form of tarot cards to determine this.

Astronaut Eugene Cernan, Apollo 17 Mission Commander. Last Man on the Moon, Dec 14 1972

Cesca cannot determine the future of someone not born, but she does offer to read Anna’s future instead. Anna chooses five cards, and Cesca’s first card (The Moon) signifies that Anna would live a long life.

Ronald Ryan, last person legally executed in Australia. Hung 3 Feb 1967

Cesca predicts the second card (The hanged man) means disease and suffering for those around Anna.

"Le genie du mal" or The Genius of Evil by Guillaume Geefs, 1848

Cesca’s third card is Il Diavolo (the devil), and she explains that Anna will meet a handsome and intelligent man, that will seduce her “with his talent and worse”.

"The voluntary consent of the human subject is absolutely essential" ` The Nuremberg Code:

Cesca predicts the fourth card (Justice) means tough times ahead, featuring a trial and persecution.

Read it and Weep

The final card (Death) Cesca sees does not predict death, but due to the positioning (the card is seen upside down), she sees it as something else, as a rebirth, where Anna will be pursued by many suitors and that there shall be lots of money involved.


The Shadow of Your Smile….

March 25, 2011

Elisheba Rachel 1959-2011

Anne Revere (Mrs. Brown): What’s the meaning of goodness if there isn’t a little badness to overcome?

Elizabeth Taylor (Velvet Brown): I want it all quickly ’cause I don’t want God to stop and think and wonder if I’m getting more than my share.

Anne Revere (Mrs. Brown):That’ll be a dispute to the end of time, Mr. Brown: whether it’s better to do the right thing for the wrong reason or the wrong thing for the right reason.

Mickey Rooney (Mi Taylor): Some day you’ll learn that greatness is only the seizing of opportunity – clutching with your bare hands ’til the knuckles show white.
 ~ Memorable quotes, National Velvet 1944


The Petal Path

March 7, 2011

Shower of roses

Image Credit: Rickshaw Diaries

A Hall Pass

 Therese, the great mystic, fell asleep frequently at prayer. She was embarrassed by her inability to remain awake during her hours in chapel with the religious community. Finally, in perhaps her most charming and accurate characterization of the “little way,” she noted that, just as parents love their children as much while asleep as awake, so God loved her even though she often slept during the time for prayers.


 Further Reading:

Society of the Little Flower: Spreading Devotion to St Therese of Lisieux


Love, Serve, Remember: Rum Dumb

February 27, 2011

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One can only wonder what the barefoot beach kids of Maui must think of the old guy in the wheelchair with the white hair, the sparkle in his eye, and the funny name – Ram Dass.

They should ask their grandparents.

At age 79, the former Harvard psychology professor, former LSD experimenter and pioneering teacher of Eastern ways to Western minds is just one of the folks you’re liable to run into at The Studio Maui in the Haiku Marketplace. He has been a Maui resident since 2004, after a stroke curtailed his travels as an internationally renowned spiritual teacher, and he found the climate here to be good for his health.

“Maui has healing properties for my body,” he recently explained at the other end of a Skype interview. He was in his comfortably cluttered home, suitably attired for the occasion in an aloha shirt. “I think I feel content in Maui. And that contentment is a precursor, a causative effect for spiritual peace.”

As opposed to other gurus you’re liable to encounter in Haiku, he’s a real one.

In his younger days, he was one of the iconic figures blazing a trail through a time and state of mind now known as “the ’60s.” Now remembered as a revolution in American culture and consciousness, he summed up the era’s mindset with the title of his landmark book – “Remember, Be Here Now.”

His face now shows the years, but also glows with Maui sunshine, often breaking into an almost childlike smile.

“Now I am who I am now,” he says. “I don’t go anywhere else. I’m an island boy.”

To mark the 40th anniversary of “Be Here Now,” his publisher, Harper One, is re-releasing the groundbreaking work with all the latest features, like an e-book version.

That’s what used to be known as a long strange trip from the work’s origins as a 12-by-12-inch corrugated box of transcriptions of talks he had given at the Lama Foundation outside Taos, N.M. They were printed on brown paper and bound with twine. A recording of chanting was included in the package, sent out in 1970 by the Lama Foundation for free to those who had sent a postcard requesting them.

The first run was 1,000 copies. After being turned into a book, it has sold 2 million copies more.

The anniversary also marks publication of what might be called a companion volume – or perhaps, a chronicle of evolution, 40 years in the making.

Co-authored with Rameshwar Das, its title is “Be Love Now.”

You might say it took four decades to get from “Here” to “Love.” For Ram Dass, the journey can be measured more accurately in inches – from his head, to his heart.

Flashback to the the early 1960s. His name was still Richard Alpert then, the third son of a prominent Boston Jewish family. An ambitious psychology professor who had gotten his doctorate at Stanford, taught at Berkeley and done research with Yale, his promising career at Harvard University came to an abrupt end after he began collaborating with a Harvard associate named Timothy Leary. The pair were dismissed from the university in 1963, after conducting unauthorized research into hallucinogenic drugs, including a new synthetic derivative called LSD.

They continued their experiments for the next few years at a mansion in upstate New York in the company of creative artists, many of whom would be etched into our memories in Andy Warhol-style images from those fast-changing times.

But as Leary gained immortality as the poster boy for the motto “Tune in, turn on, drop out,” Alpert’s interests gravitated in a more spiritual direction.

Influenced by Hindu teachings and a developing ethic of service, he traveled to India in 1967, where he met the man who was to become his guru, Neem Karoli Baba, or as his devotees called him, Maharaj-ji.

Former Professor Alpert returned from this first Indian trip with the new name his teacher had given him – Ram Dass. The name denoted a servant of the mythical Lord Rama. He also returned as a man on a mission of education and service based in Hinduism and other Eastern religious teachings and yoga practices.

He has continued that mission ever since.

He wrote of his experiences in “Remember, Be Here Now,” that would become a grail in an era when Western minds were awakening to new sunrises in the East.

“I came off my first visit to India and wrote that book,” he recalled. “During the first visit with my guru, he performed a miracle from my point of view as a psychologist. He told me what I had been thinking the night before, from 20 miles away. We couldn’t do that in psychology. That blew my mind.”

As a therapist, researcher and explorer of altered states of consciousness, he was amazed by the mental feat. It would take some time before he recalled the rest of what happened during the first encounter.

“He was right above me and I was sitting on the grass. I thought, he must know everything in my head. I thought, oh my gosh, this was really bad. I was embarrassed. But when I looked up into his eyes, what I got was unconditional love. He was loving for me. That was the first time I had ever experienced unconditional love.

“In ‘Be Here Now,‘ I was wowed by that reading of my mind. But I had forgotten this wow.”

He had his return plane ticket in his pocket, but instead, remained in India, soaking in the new teachings. “I stayed for six months. I said, this is home this is home this is home. It was home for my heart, because he was giving me that love.”

Returning to the West, over the next decades Ram Dass spread his new awareness through his teachings and writings. He also put it into action in organizations like the Hanuman Foundation, devoted to social, cultural and environmental programs; and the Seva Foundation, an international health organization whose programs included restoring eyesight to nearly 3 million cataract patients around the world.

Since his stroke, his speech is slower. In his presence, when he is asked a question, you feel like you can actually see the gears turning, slowly, behind the tanned forehead. When asked a question, he pauses for a long time before answering in measured phrases.

His sense of humor is still intact.

“He used to be the master of the one-liner,” observes Wavy Gravy, Ram Dass’ activist friend from the ’60s, in the forward to “Be Love Now.”

“Now he’s the master of the ocean liner.”

On Maui, Ram Dass appears intermittently at educational gatherings known as “satsang ” at The Studio Maui. He conducted two such sessions in October.

At The Studio Maui, his audience includes many students and practitioners of yoga and other forms of meditation.

The new book is full of lessons Ram Dass learned from Maharaj-ji, grounded in Hindu teachings and mythology like the epic “Ramayana.” But as much as it is a guidebook in the evolution of Ram Dass’ faith, it is also a magical tale, full of Indian gurus and holy figures performing miracles as though they were everyday household chores. The sense of wonder at reading of these feats is tempered by another goal of the belief system: overcoming the ego. By fully embracing the concept of “nothing special,” everything becomes special.

For long stretches, the book reads like Alice in a cosmic wonderland. Amidst descriptions of Indian gurus performing inexplicable acts, wondering what’s “real” on so many different levels just adds to the fun for the reader.

But what he teaches requires no specialized knowledge to understand.

He says his new book “describes these saintly beings in India. They all express love toward their devotees and that’s very much part of the book.

“But if we want ourselves to love, we have to move our identity from this (he points to his forehead), the ego, to what what is called the real self (pointing to the region of his heart.)

“That’s the big ‘if.’ First of all, we have to focus on our center – our heart space. As you find your identity with your spiritual heart down there, you are in a plane of consciousness that you weren’t in before. From that vantage point, the world will look lovable.”

It’s been a long time since Ram Dass advocated pharmaceutical paths toward mind expansion.

“I recommend walking the walk,” he told a recent satsang audience. “The psychedelics are the Western way they’re quick, easy, but there’s no satisfaction.”

And it’s not long before they leave you wanting more.

But he’s also the first to acknowledge that had it not been for his early drug experimentation, he would never have gone to India, and never would have found the path he’s on now.

Similarly, were it not for his health setbacks, he might never have gotten to his new home on Maui. After a debilitating stroke in 1997, he struggled over the next years to regain his speech and body function. In the fall of 2004, he followed exhausting travels to India and Singapore by conducting a spiritual retreat on Maui.

“At the end of the retreat he developed a high fever and at the emergency room on Maui was diagnosed with an acute urinary infection that had migrated to his kidneys and into his bloodstream,” according to the foreword in “Be Love Now.”

He was confined to Maui Memorial Hospital for a month. When he was finally released, “he was weak and further travel was out of the question,” writes co-author Das.

His finances were in the same condition as his health. Supporters, led by Maui resident and best-selling author Wayne Dyer, rallied to his aid. A quote from Dyer and words from spiritual authors Thich Nhat Hanh, Krishna Das, Marianne Williamson and Deepak Chopra adorn the jacket of Ram Dass’ new book. All acknowledge him as their teacher or inspiration.

Now Maui provides his therapy.

“He stays very in tune,” says Mike Crall, a volunteer with Ram Dass’ Love Service Remember foundation. “He reads The Maui News, he goes to movies, he goes to cultural events.”

At a recent Dhavani concert produced by Crall, featuring Maui’s master of Odissi dance, Sarala Dandekar, and musicians Ty Burhoe and Steve Oda, Ram Dass was a beaming member of the audience.

The Haiku holy man swims in a pool three times a week. Crall also takes him to Kamaole I Beach in Kihei once a week. It’s the county’s only beach with special accessibility for the handicapped.

“He swims out to the buoy, and says, ‘Oh, boy, oh, boy, oh, boy!” says Crall.

Carousel Horses

Image Credit: All Hallows Guild

“Physical health is concerned with the body,” explains Ram Dass. “I am using the body. The body is sort of like a space suit for this plane of consciousness. I am in my body, but an analogy in India says the body is a chariot. The ego is the chariot driver, and the soul is the guy riding in the chariot. It’s his chariot – he tells the ego where he wants to go.

“The horses are the desires,” he adds with a laugh.

Prior to his stroke, Ram Dass addressed issues of aging and death, both in his life and in his book “Still Here.”

On the subject of death, he sees a stark contrast between the Western view and what he observed in India.

“There they have a healthy reaction to death, because death is part of life for them. They have multigenerations living together. They will bring the bodies in the street – they don’t hide them in bags and hearses and things like that.”

While death is a source of great fear in our culture, he speaks of it with equanimity.

“From my travels in India, I have found reincarnation is a fact,” he says firmly. “In our lives, each individual life is an incarnation, a chapter of our history. The ego identifies with this incarnation, while the soul has come from incarnations in the past. Souls don’t get so anxious about death, because they have gone through it.”

But life keeps revealing itself to him in unexpected ways. While he was writing “Be Love Now,” Ram Dass learned he had a son, now 53, and a 15-year-old granddaughter.

Sharing this revelation with his satsang audience, he joked about not having had to deal with changing diapers or college costs.

“But to find you have a son when you’re 79, it has a little surprise to it,” he says. His new family lives on the Mainland, but they’ve been out to get acquainted.

“I wasn’t looking forward to family involvement. But I found that having this son, who is a really nice guy, made me re-evaluate.”

Best of all, his new family had no idea of his fame – who he was, or had been.

“They were good Christians,” he told his satsang audience.

Ironically, in light of the unconditional love he advocates and pursues, it often turns out that the hardest people to share it with are those closest to you – family members, your parents, your kids, your spouse.

His book describes his return from India, clad in his new robes and new identity, being quickly ushered into the car at the airport by his disapproving father.

“He called me ‘Rum Dumb’ my brother called me worse.”

It wasn’t until his father was in his 90s and Ram Dass was caring for him that this changed. After training others to deal with dying people, he realized, “I had to work on myself in that situation. I was a soul, and there was my father. I could hardly believe it, there was my father, a soul. There was my father reacting in a spiritual way. That wasn’t the guy I had grown up with.”

So bringing unconditional love home, to the people you live with day in, day out, remains a greater challenge than spreading it around the world.

“I think you know them too well,” he says. “You know their personality, you know their ego, and you are relating to them as ego to ego, which is certainly hard.

“If you want to change that, you have to work on yourself, so that you are in your soul. Your wife and your kids, any of these people my father – you would see them as souls. I’d say you have to change where your ‘I’ is.”

The man who summed up a generation telling them, “Remember, Be Here Now,” is still offering advice for the new times he’s living in.

“The message is that God is within you,” he concludes. “You have to go inside.”

~ Article found at Maui News, Nov 14 2010

Image Credit: RefrigeratorDoorWisdom

Further Reading:

Ram – The 60’s aren’t dead. Fragments of  the psychedelic message are everywhere around us – in politics, in art, everywhere.”

The 5 Stages of the Soul: charting spiritual passages that shape our lives – Harry R. Moody & David L. Carroll
Negative feelings or emotions are useless in themselves. Negative attitudes can become positive if one realizes that it is not actions or deeds in themselves that have value, but rather the way one feels. This is not to say actions can be independent of feelings. Harmful actions breed negativity.

 In general, a positive attitude brings more favorable results and as long as you can be objective, your circumstances will not make you anxious or depressed. You have the power to remove negative feelings and replace them with positive ones.


The Bees Knees

February 11, 2011

Illustrated here is a basic and powerful Jin Shin Jyutsu® self-help tool for Panic or Anxiety Attacks.

If a panic attack is particularly strong then I would go to SEL 1 on the inside of the knee (see the diagram). SEL 1 is THE place to hold in emergencies – keeps you BREATHING, and helps ease nausea and vomiting.
Safety Energy Lock 1 is called The Prime Mover. It is found on the inside (medial side) of the knees. It connects extreme heights with extreme depths and harmonises us from head to toe because it helps the descending energy (which moves down the front) and the ascending energy (which moves up the back). If you want to change your life, hold SEL 1 every day for an hour.

There is an energy site on the outside of the wrist which is SEL 17 – it came into the universe meaning Reproductive Energy (as in generating new energy). Hold SEL 17 in emergencies to balance the nervous system. It is great to alleviate anxiety and panic attacks; also good as a smelling salt if you feel faint.

SEL 17 is also great instead of that Chocolate need in the middle of the afternoon when one needs a quick energy boost – it’s a quick reviver!

Also helps with the development of intuition, and alleviates chest congestion.

Found at Flows for Life: self help holds using an Ancient Healing Art


Seven Daughters of Eve

February 8, 2011

Everyone in the same clan is a direct maternal descendant of one of the below clan mothers and carries her DNA within every cell of their body. . The clan mothers were not the only people alive at the time, of course, but they were the only ones to have direct maternal descendants living right through to the present day. …

THE EUROPEAN CLANS – The Seven Daughters of Eve

Cattleya Dowiana Orchids Tattoo

The clan of Ursula
(Latin for she-bear)

is the oldest of the seven native European clans. It was founded around 45,000 years ago by the first modern humans, Homo sapiens, as they established themselves in Europe. Today, about 11% of modern Europeans are the direct maternal descendants of Ursula. They come from all parts of Europe, but the clan is particularly well represented in western Britain and Scandinavia.

The name Orchid comes from the Greek word for testicles.

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The clan of Xenia
(Greek for hospitable)
is the second oldest of the seven native European clans. It was founded 25,000 years ago by the second wave of modern humans, Homo sapiens, who established themselves in Europe, just prior to the coldest part of the last Ice Age. Today around 7% of native Europeans are in the clan of Xenia. Within the clan, three distinct branches fan out over Europe. One is still largely confined to Eastern Europe while the other two have spread further to the West into central Europe and as far as France and Britain. About 1% of Native Americans are also in the clan of Xenia.


Boat orchids

Image Credit: Queanbeyan Nursery

The clan of Helena
(Greek for light)
is by far the largest and most successful of the seven native clans with 41% of Europeans belonging to one of its many branches. It began 20,000 years ago with the birth of Helena somewhere in the valleys of the Dordogne and the Vezere, in south-central France. The clan is widespread throughout all parts of Europe, but reaches its highest frequency among the Basque people of northern Spain and southern France.

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The clan of Velda
(Scandinavian for ruler)
is the smallest of the seven clans containing only about 4% of native Europeans. Velda lived 17,000 years ago in the limestone hills of Cantabria in northwest Spain. Her descendants are found nowadays mainly in western and northern Europe and are surprisingly frequent among the Saami people of Finland and Northern Norway.

Green cymbidiums

The clan of Tara
(Gaelic for rocky hill)
includes slightly fewer than 10% of modern Europeans. Its many branches are widely distributed throughout southern and western Europe with particularly high concentrations in Ireland and the west of Britain. Tara herself lived 17,000 years ago in the northwest of Italy among the hills of Tuscany and along the estuary of the river Arno.

Orchids and White Vase

The clan of Katrine
(Greek for pure)
is a medium sized clan with 10% of Europeans among its membership. Katrine herself lived 15,000 years ago in the wooded plains of northeast Italy, now flooded by the Adriatic, and among the southern foothills of the Alps. Her descendants are still there in numbers, but have also spread throughout central and northern Europe.

Persian Gold cymbidium

Image Credit: Casa de las Orquideas

The clan of Jasmine
(Persian for flower)
is the second largest of the seven European clans after Helena and is the only one to have its origins outside Europe. Jasmine and her descendants, who now make up 12% of Europeans, were among the first farmers and brought the agricultural revolution to Europe from the Middle East around 8,500 years ago.


The clan of Ulrike
(German for Mistress of All)
is not among the original “Seven Daughters of Eve” clans, but with just under 2% of Europeans among its members, it has a claim to being included among the numerically important clans. Ulrike lived about 18,000 years ago in the cold refuges of the Ukraine at the northern limits of human habitation. Though Ulrike’s descendants are nowhere common, the clan is found today mainly in the east and north of Europe with particularly high concentrations in Scandinavia and the Baltic states.


B108: A Chip off the Old Block

January 31, 2011

Aura-Soma Archangel Jeremiel

B108 – Mid-tone Turquoise/ Mid-tone Olive
Born – 14th December 2010 12:04 UK time

The connection with Vicky Wall.
Deborah, the Warrior Queen and the Bee Goddess
Jeremiel has providence over the bees

Read more here Aura-Soma Net


First Chapters: The River Wife

January 22, 2011

Rock Island Bend, Franklin River, Tasmania

As the sun crests the dark line of land, I wake and step from the river, and that in itself is what is called magic.

We have always lived here. We have been here since the lakes began. We have brought the rivers to the oceans since the world was cold. We are bound by a spell so old there may be none left who are caught by it, except for me. My father once said that any story of a place was a story of sadness because everything changed. So a story of belonging would always be a story of losing.

One Mile Billabong, Badger Bates

I have walked beside the river all my life and listened to its music. I have climbed to the reaches where rivers are born and I have swum in all the lakes that rest in the hands of these mountains. I have watched lakes filled with sky, hurried by wind, hidden by mist, whispering in rain. Lakes that overflowed into one great river that slipped away from the mountains. The river ran, sometimes quiet and filled with light, sometimes shouting through rapids, growing as it tumbled down into the deep of forest, spilling over outcrop and boulder and around the roots of trees, swept into moss banks, glinting under the watchful gaze of trees, hastening over shallows until it reached the greatest lake, which stretched further than I could see by day. From there the flow of water became a broad penumbral river that moved through folded hills and cast its tributaries across the land.

Rainbow at Dove Lake, Cradle Mountain, Tasmania

Water is a message. It is a truth that asks nothing, a story older than people and older than mountains, a holder and deliverer of memories beyond time. It runs away and never back and it takes with it everything we are.

One day, when spring had taken the earth to her breast and warmed it, love lay down by the river. He slept in a blue shirt and through the afternoon he did not stir but dreamed with the river’s song beside him. When we woke he saw me.

Love was not the pattern of leaves and the texture of bark, it was not the underbelly of river or the way of fish, though all that was here was part of it. Love was the passing of the sky across a face, it was the arc of conversation, the thought of forever, the yearning to go on and never back, the desire to be something other than I was. I see him standing there in farewell and my breath hurries to me, the day falling away behind him, the sky about this shoulders. I never thought to ask what belonging was, nor how I might be free of it, until I loved Wilson James.

Lune River Agate, Tasmania

This is a story of a river and the making of stories and the nature of love. Some would say that any story of water is always a story of magic, and others would say any story of love was the same. And being a love story it begins with a broken heart.

~ first chapter, The River Wife by Heather Rose, 2009