Monday, July 13, 2020

Four days of Quiet

Living up in the Amatole Mountains in the Eastern Cape, we often encounter nature in a more personal and rather intimate fashion than I have experienced in more urban environments. For the last four days we did not have any electricity, though we do have running water fed from a nearby stream. Consequently, I am behind in some important near-term goals that could positively impact my future, and thus I cannot spend as much time describing this morning thoughts as I would have. There are also some interesting jewels of thoughts that arose during my four day Sabbatical during which I was reading a book of Chassidic tales, mixed with a deep dive into the some of the underlying mathematics and thus philosophical ideas at the base of fractals and the Mandelbrot set. Fascinating stuff.

But, to remain present for now, the thought this morning was regarding the feeling of sitting last night, once again, in the shadowy flickering lights of candles and firelight, unwashed and silent. The night sky clear and full of twinkling stars, deep darkness whispering all around. I was still, but waiting. And this morning, with electricity coursing through our home, revelling in the feeling of hot water cleansing me after four days, and thought of all those who are cannot wash when they need to, and how it is to live under that duress.

I am humbled and grateful for the blessing that I have in my life, and my prayers and thoughts go out to those who do not have this blessing of water, and comfort.

We say prayers and blessing for the sunlight and the moon, the seas and the water that sustains us, the food that nourishes and the love that surrounds us. But we do not bless the light that comes from this power that we have named electricity. It is, in fact, a "greater" light than that that has come from the sound. Some say it is ancient sunlight. It provides us power, and at present, we can no longer survive without it. 

Once the lights came on again, what did strike me was the difference in the electrical light versus the firelight. The former radiated its light outwards, illuminating all in its path, whereas the latter, fire light, was much more seductive in its interplay of dark and light, and drew one in to its flitting center.

Have a wonderful day.

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Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Radio inteview with Lyn Spirit Eagle

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Morning Thought

Every morning while luxuriating in the incredible privilege of having heated water running over my body, a "thought" enters my mind. It generally crystalises enough to enable me to capture it. For we all know how many thoughts, ideas, concepts, are like wisps, misty fingers almost touching for a moment, like the promise of a caress - for a moment there, and then gone... forever. Whereas our feelings are more like that of reacting to the touch of someone - whether liked or not, attractive or not, allowed or not.

What is a thought anyways? How do we even manage to think thoughts? Even dreaming up such a mechanism is amazing. Scientists spend their time collecting data, and trying to find the "thing" that thinks. Is it the brain, or the electrical synapses? Those that delve into such things are becoming quite esoteric, talking about Bose-Einstein condensates, and other such amazing concepts to try and explain this incredible event.

The outstanding event is not that we think at all - for we assume that many more evolved animals both on sea and on land, are able to think. Even, perhaps, the awareness that we think, and exist, might not be special, for animals might be able to do that too.

No... the actual element that differentiates us, is not that we think, or are aware that we exist, but of death, and the time that stretches from your birth to your death. (tombstone with date picture). That time in which we create a narrative that runs parallel with your actual life, and has a big part in determining who you will be (if a youth) and who you are (once mature).

This morning my thoughts were around the Covid-19 pandemic raging in this time as I was considering a journey to the closest major city - East London. The images of entering this world of masks and crazy responses to the spread of a flu flitted through my mind. Imaging interacting with this world, and like a worm retreating from an unpleasantness, so I felt myself retracting. As long as I can keep away from the Covid-19 infection, I will. And it is not the virus I am afraid of, but the people's reaction to the threat of viral infection is scaring me. It has that brutish, reactive, thoughtless feeling like a mob preparing for a rampage. At this point, it is still just small breakouts, like little flames. The conflagration is yet to come.

What if we declared a Covid free zone where we lived? I mean, one in which we just live normally, and accept the fact that we have a flu moving through our village, and it may infect a certain number of people, and some may even die. But we need to deal with those who are in need, and the rest of us need to continue living our lives and supporting and sustaining one another.

For I can promise you one thing, that the aftermath of this pandemic will be catastrophic. We can already see that the world we will emerge into, will not be the same as the one we have left behind. Even if it is only with masks, and disinfectant, and plastic shields, that we will be living with now, that will not be what the "end game" will be. With the amount of power politics in the world. With men (and women) with egos massive enough to believe that they can make rational decision for millions  - an absurdity which we have bought into as well as we continue to vote for people to hold such positions of power over us.

Either we believe that our government and governing bodies have the ability to sort out this mess, or we don't. If the former, then wait and see. If the latter, then we need to get off our butts and start organising ourselves out of this mess before it is too late - otherwise we are going to descend into the same sort of quagmire as Zimbabwe - an economic mess with a dictatorial overlords ruling over everyone and luxuriating in the spoils of their lifestyles.

I did not think it was going to end up here, but once again, my call is to organise ourselves into a self-sustaining network of communities.  Let's call it the Tree of Life Network.

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Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Gamma Rays & God

Gamma Rays

As you can see, this visible band is quite small in relation to the rest of the EMF spectrum. And though we are now much more familiar and aufe with most of the spectrum, the gamma rays are still quite mysterious, even more so since we have been listening and looking for these rays in the cosmos too. This brings me to the interesting phenomenon of the two "fermi bubbles" as they are called on the "vertical axis" of the milky way.

I just recently took a jaunt down to the field of gamma rays. In the total range of electro-magnetic frequencies, our focus is generally on the visible part of the specturm and its immediate neighbours - infrared and ultra-violet, and further into radio waves, microwaves and even x-rays (which are actually a low-frequency form of gamma rays).

Mysterious objects at the edge of the electromagnetic spectrum

However, a much less explored area is that of gamma rays, which are the high-energy frequencies that occur at t he "top" of the EMF spectrum. The ones we were aware of, until recently, were all produced by a change in the nucleus, thus we find them in the explosion and creation of stars and cosmic events of that nature. Then recently we found that the earth emits gamma rays, though we are unaware of a source, plus there are many gamma rays in the cosmos (almost 1/3) that we have no idea of what is producing them, and finally these two strange bubbles that we have detected around the milky way. 

One of the strangenesses here is that it resembles one of the higher, d-orbitals of the atoms.   

Click here for a picture of all the d-orbitals
Another interesting fact is that the earth is being bombarded with these high-energy gamma rays, and it is the atmosphere, acting like a skin, that protects us from these "destructive" rays.

But all of this investigation was prompted by an interesting article I which I titled "Gamma Rays & God", a version of which can be found on Joe Lanyadoo's website, "", from which the original article was taken - unfortunately I could not locate it again on the website. But Joe is the one who came up with the idea, and although it is at times a stretch, he tenders a very interesting hypothesis, and that is that the telepathic communication from "God" or the angels, is transmitted in images, and the He (God) uses the gamma rays to communicate with us (and possibly other species as well). Now, before you rush away saying what rubbish, hear me out for a moment.

Gamma rays are the highest frequency electro-magnetic waves that we are aware of. If God was from a realm of existence that was of a "higher" or more subtle frequency, one which we are unable to sense, then it would make sense that if there was any part of that subtle frequency that we would be able to sense, it must be in the higher frequencies. One could propose that gamma rays are the lower or more dense "spiritual" energy that exists in the universe.

And we have become "objectively" aware of these waves. That is a huge jump in consciousness.

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Monday, September 3, 2018

What? How? Why?

An inspiring video by Simon Sinek. He speaks of the golden circle, consisting of three concentric circles. The outer circle represents the "What", the inner, the "How", and the center circle, the "Why"... Some interesting ideas to think about.

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Monday, May 9, 2016

Songs of Joy

The mystery of death.

On the one hand the purveyor of all evil in this world, the signifier of all impurity. 

Yet only by overcoming death can we enter into the mystical realm. It is a hero’s journey, in which we have to pass through the valley of death, and emerge, with faith, and G!d at your side. Only by encountering the energy of death, and overcoming it by choosing life, by finding what means more to you than death.

Thus I ask, “What is that?”

Songs of Joy

Within the fluid harmonies
That form the music of the spheres,
You searched for me
And, having found me,
You knew me.

With the harmonies all around,
You search for me
And you know me

Whatever path I walk
You enclothe me
You already know
All my ways.

When I descend
And when I rise,
You know me.
You understand my thoughts
Before I think them.

As the energy from behind,
And in front, You try me.
Cloaked in your Divine Web,
You laid Your hand on me
Such knowing is too much,
Too wonderful. It is so high,
I cannot attain it.

Where can I not be in Your presence?
Where are You not?

If I ascend to the heavens,
Or make my bed in the earth
You are there.

Were I to have had the wings of the morning
Or dwelt in the depths of the ocean,
I would still be held by your hand.

Even the darkness
cannot hide
from You.
Night shines like day,
For the darkness
And the light
Are both the same
to You

When I was enshrouded
In Darkness
And it covered me
Then even the Dark
Will be as light
Around me.

You laid the tracks
Of my life,
Just as I emerged
From the womb of
my mother.

I am fear-
fully and
Your works are
so awesome.

My soul knows very well

I will praise You
And lift my voice and body
In songs of Joy.
               Yehuda – inspired by Psalm CXXXIX

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Friday, May 24, 2013

And What of Shamans?

Capable of Causing eclipses by Swallowing the Sun

Shamanism has blossomed these past years and rightly so, as it is very needed on our Earth at this time. But what of the shamans? How do we know who is real, who is true? As I have walked this path, I have come across many shamans, shamans from indigenous cultures who may have been great healers but have taken advantage of the energy of others, shamans who are not initiated into any particular culture, but they are impeccable in their work. Some shamans are full of ego, some have incredible gifts and talents, and some are just for show. There are techno shamans, ceremonialists, shamans who live in wildness, and some work quietly at home. Many are good healers, and some are better teachers. There are shamans who will not be called shaman, preferring another name, and some who do not care what others call them. We all have the archetypal shaman healer inside us, but not everyone is called to work this way on the outside, to totally BE that very Nature.

To do this requires fortitude and many years of training with teachers. This is an imperative action. I am very grateful to my teacher...forever, as she has helped me grow into myself, and she has blessed me with the energy of her lineage, filling me to this day.

Shamans are wounded healers, humans, everyone has been through trauma and pain. It is this experience and wisdom that helps them expand and connect with the one who needs their help and assistance. But here is the caveat, it is essential that they continue to do their own work too, it is absolutely necessary that they clean out their own thoughts, their own inner landscapes and continue to clear their non desirable patterns. Otherwise they run the risk of falsity, of over empathy, and thus holding a clients energy down instead of releasing it.

As shamans, we are here in human bodies, and the more I do this shaman work, the more human I become. I am honored.

much love,
Lyn Spirit Eagle.

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