What are we, ... really.

I've come through an amazing few months of intense busyness.

On the face of it I've been plugging away, using my knowledge and insight, my talent and ability to produce 'work' that other people find valuable. This is all good. Below, inside, where the blood flows. synapses snap and the sparkles are hidden, there's been a lot going on.

Seems we're all trying to find out what we are here for, who we are, what we 'need to do', 'how to' get ahead, avoid this or that, get this or that, accomplish, succeed, survive, thrive. And some of us just want a day with a decent pot of tea and some grass to walk on.

Being an Aquarian I do love to source Knowledge and be the source for anyone else.
Being a Rat I love to accumulate and look after my family as I perceive 'family' to be. Rats are pretty sociable.
If I was to psycho analyse (oh heaven forbid) myself, with regard to what I know of these celestial associations, I may intimate that my need for information and the subsequent storing of it, 'hoarding' would be more correct, is directly related to the birth connections of the galaxy I am in.

Thinking more on that I'd expect my Mind to trip into the scientific aspects of 'life on earth' and reason that we are the only known conscious life form around these parts...and what is it about Earth that is special enough to hold us so lovingly in her arms?, so far in space, so cold 'outside' and yet here we are, warm in her embrace. "A powerful Force of Love is keeping us here" said Daniel Vitalis in his latest talk about Water and its significance on this planet, and its molecular make up that is present throughout 'space' as we know it. ("It's Life, Jim..." etc) He gave a good summary of the miracle of our existence, all associated with Water. It made me ponder the effort I put into 'the business', and the connections to quite desperate people that come from those associations.

And so it goes round. The swing from hoping fervently that life is not as futile as I feel it to be, to great euphoria and blissful contentment from just viewing a leaf outside. I think I'm feeling resonances from other people's disappointment, despondency, lack of direction and such. It doesn't feel like it comes from me...I don't 'like' that way of thinking, and it seems like my head is getting invaded with sentences and phrases of utter helplessness. I get angry and I rail at it. That kind of defeatest talk gets my blood going, makes my eyes water and my heart sore too. I have the guiltiest feeling of considerable elistism too. I despise a weakness, a perceived weakness, but, I despise it in myself just as fervently as I do in others. I guess that's where the compassion grows from. One day I hope it takes over.

I wrote in my diary today 'Do you act like the foods you eat' thinking I'll do a blogpost about factory food and processing etc for HTC..., but what I think I meant was, 'Do I resonate what I consume?'
Has this scryingfest of the last few months made me resonate a frequency of doubt and solution searching? is there a layer of fear in this kind of behaviour? do I even want to do it anymore??

Happy 2011,.. whoopee.
Looking forward to Clarity, Integrity, Release and Abundance in Beautiful Forms.
:)
Life's good really. Life's great actually. Beautiful children, connections to great people, loving family, stimulation, ascension :) and all the things that make a life 'go on'.

Levitation and talking to animals

Had another dream involving levitation last night again. And it was connected to old tribal ways and speaking to the spirit of animals telepathically. It was about getting used to trusting in a talent that not everyone has, and reveling in the 'wow' of being able to do stuff other people can't do yet. (as opposed to feeling 'guilty' or 'superior')  :)

I'd 'try' to float and it wouldn't work, but if I just kind of jumped up and 'sat' into the air, it was as if I was sitting on an 'air chair' and it floated me about all over the place. We (me and the tribal dudes I was with..they were kind of Moari and American Indian mixtures) levitated a kangaroo, a big grand daddy kangaroo, and the tribal shaman dude and the old woman of the tribe were showing me how to connect to the kangaroo's spirit and assure it that it was ok, and we would take care of it. Very interesting.

This is the kind of landscape we were in...its from Sedona, Arizona, USA.

Then I jumped on my 'air chair' and scooted around, enjoying the sensations.

I don't remember much more about it, but the whole levitation vibe is way wonderful :)

Ascension and Untapped Potential

On Thursday morning I woke up from a dream about 'ascending'.
I had the word 'Ascension' in my Mind over and over again during the morning after waking, and then 'untapped potential' began to repeat for a while...

The dream was about me constructing a house, down in a shallow valley, a forest dell kind of place. The people I was working for some 'corporate types' who were concerned about having a building that would stand up to some kind of 'super storm', and were pointing out 'this and that' and asking about specifications of building materials, and construction systems etc...I remember being somewhat bewildered about their exacerbated sense of concern for the 'safety' of this building. I pointed out its favourable location, the quality materials used, and the expertise of the people working for them. I notice a friend / person supporting me off to the left side, but they are not 'in focus'.

Then in a flash, I'm in the loungeroom of my parents house, which my Father built, and I'm giving my presentation speech reclining on a cushion on the loungeroom floor. All very professional. (ahem..!) I say something like "Look, my dad built this house and its been through three cyclones and hasn't even lost the roof. This part of the house was actually built as the garage and its still here..." So I feel I was trying to convey that the structure I build is worth its weight in value due partly to my genetic gift of construction...who knows. Dreams are great like that.

While this presentation is occurring, the light outside has gone 'funny'. The sky has gone silvery grey and is the clouds are literally a constant stream of flying cloud, like strata cumulus at great speed. So fast it looks like liquid cloud, which is kind of funny because it looks like silver and light. I think to myself, 'Oh, so this is 2012, alright...'
then...
WHOOOOMP! a huge blast of subsound hits and I see some people glowing, or more to the point, around them there is an outline of glowing light, and they are now hovering. I notice how green the trees are outside through the window, and strangely this is what I focus on ... not the hovering glowing people. I see the cloud sky, silver and shimmering and backlit with glowing light, streaming across the sky like messages flashing across a screen at great speed. The people who are hovering don't seem in pain, and thats a good thing. They look a little bewildered, taken off guard and 'lost'.

Then another WHOOOMP! and I really 'feel' it this time. Physically I feel it lift me up. I'm glowing now, I've got the outline of light, and the friend / guy I'm with in the dream is now in focus. He's concerned about me and he hovers over my way, arm outstretched, palm open, offering ... offering what? what could possibly help? I'm not scared, I'm not upset, I'm not panicking. What could I possibly DO that would change this amazing thing that's going on? Nothing. I float, I hover, I glow and slowly I start to ascend. A few other people are also ascending. Others are just floating and hovering about below, not moving upwards.

I look up to the streaming cloud message of silver and light and move upwards. I notice the guy / friend and I are holding hands. We have connected, but its neither good nor bad, it just is. I find I'm enjoying this sensation of floating and being weightless and directed. Something else has taken over and for once I'm not in charge of what's going to happen...to me or anyone else. That feels like.......being free for the first time in ages. Like a child.



Bubba woke me up seconds later (perhaps) demanding 'booooobeeeeee'. And I'm back in my life, obligated, loving, directing, assisting.