Taking Steps

It is 5 June 2009 here in Jville Kiwi Land and I have just turned on the GOM player and am being served up Bedroom Eyes by Kate Ceberano, one of the classiest Aussie chanteuses ever - a sort of Vanessa Mae of the Outback. I hope she will forgive me for that!

Back into the labyrinthine intricacies of Spider Grandmother's world wide web. I have to warn you carefully and I offer my best counsel - It is a jungle out there.

I am online reading Sananda's I AM THE WAY. Please let me share:

It is said that I am the way, and it is so! None can come save by me for I am the keeper of the gate and the guard at the door, and I guard my secrets well. The time has come when the Earth shall move out into a new placement; she shall have a new orbit and a new sun, and a new moon. She shall then be given into resting before being again given unto peopling and a time of beginning again. She shall be restored unto newness and those who will be sent shall be a new people, and they shall know that which is of the Father. There shall be a new Garden and there shall be the Father's kingdom upon the Earth. There shall be the one who will reign supreme, yet man shall work as "one" in harmony, peace and love. Ah yes, there shall be peace. Each man shall be peace unto himself, and he shall be as the keeper of the peace for all. He shall be as the lawgiver and the keeper thereof, for he shall know that which is ethical and he shall abide thereby. There shall be none among man which shall covet another's possessions, nor shall they be given to know hatred.

'IT IS ESTABLISHED THAT THE NEW KINGDOM SHALL BE ESTABLISHED UPON THE "LOTUS" WHICH NOW LIES WITHIN THE BED OF THE PLACE KNOWN AS THE PACIFIC (THE SEA OF PEACE). THERE ARE PORTIONS OF THIS MOTHER COUNTRY WHICH HAS NEVER BEEN SUNKEN BENEATH THE TIDES AND WHICH WILL BLOSSOM IN GLORY AND NEWNESS.

Sananda continues: There will be a time of peace and harmony, and it shall reign for the cycle which shall last for twelve thousand years. Again, she shall be in a new cycle which shall bring in another order. Ye have moved forward into her second year [Ed. note: now the 22nd year] in the manner of the present "timing". Ye would now be at approximate three hundred seventeen of thy second year of measurement. So be it! For the ending/beginning are the scribes recording for the history is being written as we write upon the pages. These things coming forth upon thy physical senses shall be as tragedy at the time; yet considering that which is eternal, there must be no "fear" for there is naught such as beginning of ending.+ The ending of an experience and the beginning anew; what would there be to cause "fear"? I guide of thine way; simply use great wisdom in thy course choice."

I am always blown away by such words of wisdom. The web is enmeshed in all levels of wisdom. It is as the Akashic Records have opened. In the above passage Sananda highlights the role of the Pacific region in the coming Earth changes. I couldn't help but think that He was referring to New Zealand - our beautiful Aotearoa - as being the remnant of the Mother Country that 'shall blossom in glory and newness'.

Sananda's words of wisdom are so beautiful and I have painted a picture in honour of them (see above).

The fun part of a Blogger's existence begins here. I am off to Picasa via the net to retrieve the picture from my Picasa web Albums. All those megapixels are going to be crushed up, spat along a wire, air, etc and dragged into the box where I am typing right now! Sort of blows your mind. It (the pic) ended up at the head of this article, and you know what, right at this moment I couldn't give a damn as I am craving coffee! The draft autosaves in the Edit Post box so I know I can walk away for a minute, return, and resume in that moment alone. I need some music so I minimise the screen to get to the GOM selections.

Oh, I admit it I am just trying to grok this reality. Armchair quantum realists with the vaguest understanding of Godel's proof and Bode's law will understand. Spooky action at a distance...

The coffee is Greggs Granulated cheapest brand. It tastes good.

Looking for some Nimba, a local Wellingtonian West African Ensemble and Troupe. I developed a love for the djembe when I wrote for Lonely Planet in West Africa and Andy, a guy from my Friday night job, plays in this West African band. Come across the Twelve Girls Band from China. Well worth a look on Youtube. (They play the most incredible range of instruments, most of which we have never seen.)

Time to post and get on with 3-D reality; it is a realm where my defects of character really come to the fore.

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As a self-styled poet painter I have to live up to the poet tag and I forgot to put this in my last post. Here is an offering, not yet burnt.

THE ROSE GARDEN

A rose by any other name
…is a rose - just the same…

Rose Marie, quite contrary
Blood-red sister Rosemary
Wondrous sight
At sixty dollars a dozen

The rose garden
Circular and abundant
Cleverly separated
Bodies from souls
Hearts were emptied,
Leaving gaping holes

The King cried
”My kingdom for a rose”
He was guillotined as rose petals fell.
His last words echoed in this dell.
‘Where is my Jane Austen?
Where is my Shakespeare?
”Where is my Maggie Barry of the bright red hair?”

Drunvalo Melchizedek
Dissected a rose
With meticulous intent
And discovered a truth
Never meant:
Crimson ascents
Spectacular descents
The holy unspeakable name of God
…couldn’t describe the beauty of a rose.

In the beginning was the Word
The flower of life -
An infinite majesty in the guise of a rose
The petals shake
In intoxicated frenzy
Scenting the perfumed breath of life

The sun rose as
Strawberry Ice
Golden Delight of Sierra Glow,
Icebergs, Mon Cheri
Veritable Coronas of exploding superstars
Ingrid Bergman shared
This hallowed ground with Parkdirektor Riggers

Champagne on Ice darling!
From Remuera to the Regensberg
As Anna Zinkeisen and Mrs Herbert Stephens
Sang Blue Moon and Red Rhapsody
And Songs of Michelango, Erotica and Sympathie

And Nancy Hayward
All westward and way less
Called “Coconut Ice, please, waiter
It’s for Mrs Majorie le Grice.

Just Joey or Forever Amber
It’s majick of the Vienna Woods
Exotic goods bound for Amsterdam
Peter Frankenfeld
Suffered from amnesia
And forgot, not surprisingly
His neighbour’s name
Floribunda Kordes Friesia

Katherine Mansfield made Ripples
At the Moulin Rouge
Dancing oranges and lemons
The Racy Lady on a Fragrant Cloud
Sang a duet to an appreciative crowd
Old masters from Maria Callas to
Claude Monet
Sang or painted their way
To a Sweet Juliet, Dark Lady, a Mary Rose or a Galway Bay

Warm wishes Madame President
I see you are now resident
In our rose garden
Here you will see
Birthday presents
Flowers for a shroud
Pavarotti’s over there
Not far from the Land of the Long White Cloud

Compassion
Reflections
Dreaming
Special Occasions
School Girl and Leaping Salmon
The wedding rose
Lest we forget and last but not least
Peace!

Flower of life from the ashes rise
Phoenix rising, desert rose
Roses everywhere to see
In this garden free
Breeze-free at the base of the wishing tree

Inanga Wiremu 2007 Wellington Botanic Gardens