Centerville Estates*~

Thanks to the Watchers...who live in the trees,

Who swim with the fishes and buzz with the bees, who fly with the birds, without any words...like how butterflys dance and are free*~

(Before the wedding I was walking along the pathway to the spot where Andre' and Kathy's ceremony took place)

The video is a wee bit shakey...so use your imagination.

This place Rocks Ishi Nation!

http://www.centervilleestate.com/

Colour*~*~

There is
much magic
to be found in colour.











In ancient times alchemists designed stained glass windows. Guarded secrets, these formulas for colouring glass were. Light shining through colour would enhance the view of all who gazed upon the beauty.

Awesome.

I live for light ....and love for colourful reflections.

070707=21=3 Ruach Hakodesh

Hot summer time in the city of Chico on this day July 7, 2007:

I visited our local "Children's Park" seeking to experience, and view, the festivities around this sustainable Al Gore event. Our town is devoted. Ever present are stalwart activists. Blessed BE!

Arriving to hear Sherrie Quaman singing original songs with a voice clear and words spoken articulately, I smiled, and sat peace~filled. I watched as Nicole danced in the shade of the old Bidwell oaks, reminding me of Earthdancer days. Happy.

I was surprised to find an empty tent with one metal folding chair. Was it waiting for someone?

Deciding the shade was tempting I seized the opportunity to sit in peace, listening.

Making sure to wear dark glasses I hid the swollen teary eyes I carried this day.

Needing a people fix, and a bike ride, ...I joined in community refrain as the inner child wished for a magical potion to take away tears, even though at times they are necessary.

It is for greater learning that I now, for the first time in mature history, arise into the crows nest for vantage.

A lonely boat...floats....and thoughts sent forth on random rafts meet starry sea of sky.

Flight.

HARMONY*~ ANDRE' AND KATHY's double happiness!!!

Blessings to you, beautiful two*~

Joining together as you do is a demonstration of creation, a great elation, your solution in evolution and magic in the beauty of your combined love.

Mama Lila smiles, and lets the earth receive a little tear. My dear, son so far away....You know I smile and think about you....each day.

Love, bliss and eternal comfort be yours!!

Hallelujah!

Jeff Buckley moved me from the moment I first purchased and listened to his album, Grace, from Melody Records, Chico. I bought it used, for a few "bucks".

I couldn't put the album down...and played it for hours, days, & months. That was 9 years ago.


Today NPR did a little review of the late Jeff Buckley...and I thought, "hey, perhaps I'll find something of his on YouTube." Alas. Jeff died 10 years ago...drowning in a Memphis swimming pool. His father, Tim Buckley was a recording artist also. I have his vinyl album Goodbye and Hello. Tim Buckley, like his son died at a very young age.

May their souls rest in peace.

Here is one of Jeff's recordings of Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah".

I Never asked to be Your Mountain....Tim Buckley

So awesome to find Tim online. YouTube is my friend. :-) Listened to Hello and Goodbye... favorite album of high school days, 1971-4. I would love to find title song somewhere online. ??

THE LIFE AND PHILOSOPHY OF AKHENATEN, KING OF EGYPT

Roughly fourteen hundred years before Christ, at the time Egypt was at the height of her power, King Akhnaton ruled over that great country for a few years.

Akhnaton was born in Thebes, in about 1395 B.C.1 in a world already as old, as civilised and as sophisticated as our own. And he was the son of the greatest monarch of that world; the last offspring, in direct descent, of a long and glorious line of warriors over-loaded with the spoils of conquest; the heir of an empire that stretched, in modern words, from the Sudan to the borders of Armenia, and of a culture more than four thousand years old.

He was a thinker; he was an artist; he was a saint--the world’s first rationalist, and the oldest Prince of Peace. Through the visible disk of the Sun--Aton--he worshipped "the Energy within the Disk"--the ultimate Reality which men of all creeds still seek, knowingly or unknowingly, under a thousand names and through a thousand paths. And he styled himself as the Son of that unseen, everlasting Source of all life. "Thou art in my heart," he said in one of his hymns, "and no one knoweth Thee save I, Thy Son." And his words, long forgotten, have come down to us, recorded upon the walls of a nobleman’s tomb--these amazing words in what is perhaps the earliest poem which can be ascribed with certainty to any particular author: "I, Thy Son. . . ."


When he was a child, the famous Pyramids of Gizeh were nearly as ancient as the Roman remains in England are today, and the first empire-builder of whom we know something definite--Sargon of Agade--was already as remote in time as Nebuchadnezzar is now.2 And beyond the glories of which the oldest monuments bore witness, and beyond the mighty shadows of half-forgotten heroes and king-gods lost in the midst of legend, a still remoter antiquity, with its immemorial art and wisdom, extended over centuries, down to the dim beginnings of the Neolithic Age, and further still. Crete and the Ægean Isles had flourished for over two thousand years, and Babylonia and Elam for several millenniums more, while, unaware of each other and of the rest of mankind, distant India and China counted long centuries of polished life.

Other great souls have had disciples to preach their message, martyrs to bear testimony to their greatness in torture and death, missionaries to carry their name and domination to the limits of the earth; they have had commentators, admirers, detractors--philosophers, poets, artists--to keep their memory alive century after century. But Akhnaton’s fate was different. He had no sooner died than the fervour of his followers seems to have been spent out. Within a few years, his name was anathematised, his new city pulled down stone by stone, his remains profaned and his memory systematically destroyed, without, apparently, a single cry of protest on the part of any of those eighty thousand1 or more who had, in their zeal, left Thebes with him, thirteen years before. Ever since then, until a part of his foreign correspondence and fragments of his hymns were brought to light, some fifty years ago, there was not a man on earth who knew of his existence. (!!)

Akhnaton, in his love of truth, seems to have deliberately stripped himself of all the mystery that had helped his fathers to appear as gods in the eyes of their prostrate people. He was of unconventional manners and of kindly approach. His divinity was not the showy privilege of a Sun-born king, or of a prophet, asserted by external signs, but rather the innermost perfection of a man whose heart, will and understanding were in complete harmony with the eternal laws of life; of a man who had fulfilled man’s divine purpose as naturally as others drift away from it. He felt therefore no need of ascertaining it by a fastidious pomp, any more than by strange renunciations. There was no excess in him; nothing that the vulgar eye could look upon as "striking," nothing that popular enthusiasm could catch hold of and magnify. He wrought no extraordinary deeds, as other teachers are said to have done. The only wonder of which he spoke was the everlasting miracle of order and of fertility--the rhythm of day and night, the growth of a bird or of a baby.

And to this very day, notwithstanding the genuine admiration of a learned few for his rational religion, there are hardly any people in the world whose daily life he fills with his presence. ('Twould the Torah bearers recognize Mos!)



http://members.tripod.com/~neuro_net/asonfgod.htm

A 12 year old speaks at UN

"President and the Press."

Thats right, old JFK says everything thats happening now is basically...well... unamerican...

SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW

Making Mundane Beautiful

Kalachakra Mandala

"War will continue until every human heart becomes a peace and justice center"...Anon

And when just one heart is at war there is war. Though it may be a silent cold & lonely war, it still affects the environment.

Teaching peace is noble. But how DO we teach peace? That question often has me baffled, whilst pondering life's lessons. This wonderful Life has it's variety of teachers. They add to the stew pot the best (and sometimes the worst) of their collective knowledge. Tracking over half a century now, a few brilliant teachers come to mind. Some stand out as profound practictioners of peace.

As a youth I decided to practice the style of Peace that the Bible stories taught. Catholic, for certain, these stories brought not only inspiration, they were artfully penned with color plated pictures, contained in large bound books. Once, I peeked inside to see how heaven was.

I'm feeling a lot smarter now. It's good to see the revelation, "All the world is a stage".

Teachers, like actors, "bring to life" the past. Those parochial school teachers did a so-so job of bringing Jesus' life to the classroom. It was enough to inspire the growth of nubby wings on this lil' gal. Fortunately the message did nothing to thwart a good many Babylon adventures.

"Do what thou wilst, and harm none. Love is the whole of the Law."

In making the mundane beautiful by taking junk and turning it into substance, we become self sustaining...in a spiraling way. It's like we are freecyling through our own UNI~verse as a brilliant and simple deduction. Revealing it's perpetual rhythm, harmony, frequency, and periodicity...it beckons us towards greater personal comfort and peace. It is like the tetragrammaton, Yod Heh Vav Heh...and un-nameable at best.

"It" brings only what is focused upon into the center, to be blended, and understood as...

...the peace that passeth all understanding.

And the point I'm making ..??

Know thyself,
Distractions happen....
Be Happy for YOU are Loved!!

Become a visible, walking/talking, Peace and Justice Center!!

"The Tibetan word for mandala is "kilkhor" which means "centre of the circle with exteriors walls and surrounding environment." Mandalas may be created with precious jewels, flowers, dyed rice, coloured stones, or coloured sand. Sand, traditionally made from crushed precious stones, is considered the most efficacious materials because of the precious substances involved and the great skill required to create the mandalas' exquisite details. Since each grain of sand is charged with the blessings of the ritual process, the entire sand mandala embodies a vast store of spiritual energy."

Which Wolf Will WE FEED?

Michael wrote:

> No matter how terrible the situation seems - I am sure, there are many> ways to change it.

A Fool answers:

Exactly. There are as many ways to change it as there are people who view the situation. Each can contribute in a unique way.
The degree of change is dependent on how much attention it is given. When the energy of attention is focussed on beneficial change, rather than pushing against those who are creating the situation the desired change occurs more rapidly.

Which wolf wins? The one you feed.

Here Comes the Heavy

Ready for the ride of your life...Open that parachute, Open your Mind!!

The PARK on Park....Avenue, that is

Here we are, Lila, Rich, and Beau....the chocolate labrador.... in a photo taken by our friend and Beau's master, Jeff Greening. I could write journals about "The Park on Park"...but will keep it down to a REaders Digest version for whatever it's worth. It was a beautiful Saturday, 2-17-07. We took a leisurly stroll through Chico's newest park. The three of us know and appreciate the magic that allowed the aquisition of this property. It has been a year and a half since we hosted , "Music at the Park", to create interest in the purchase of this parcel, (and...to persuade Maureen Kirk to change her "NO" vote to a "Yes...") . There was great satisfaction in seeing how much trash and debris had been cleared from the homeless camps. Hopefully the park will soon be open to the public.

Formerly a hog ranch, back in Chico's early days, the Thomasson family recently sold this parcel to the City of Chico. We know it was meant to be. Great Spirit saw to it.

Give thanks.

A new bicycle path will come soon...or so the little birdie said. ( How 'tweet it tiz.)

Madwagon lil gears up for Candalmas

she is her own thrill



Dancing dreams awake
while rearranging the furniture of this life... she muses

enough to laugh

An ordinary girl in an un-ordinary world

of Activating Excellerating Radiating Rays...


......thinking upon the Blessed Brigid, triple *3* goddess feasting..

honoured by the Crone, whose glossy maiden hair weaves around rose red rafters..

looking upon us...from her ancient ayin

Wafting long after the delete button is clicked.

~*Come to Egypt*~

http://www.pyramidcam.com/
I'm there..we're here...Everywhere Is.

Is Is

She

BLUE NILE REFLECTIONS...GRANDMA PAULINE'S BARDOS

Sisters One and all... (OKAY.. bruddas too...)

Awake she IS! The Divine Feminine has returned. The table is set...she is hungry for truth.

Soon...in a couple of new moons...We will celebrate her Wedding!! This is the show we've been waiting for. And, we are creating it!!!

Happy New Year!!


This coming year of Ding Hai, (yin fire pig), marks a 60 year cycle...and is also a Golden Boar Year marking a 600 year cycle.

(We have a Boar/Pig/Hai year every 12 years differentianted by one of 5 elements in either a yin or yang state. )

Have located an informative site:

http://english.seoul.go.kr/today/infocus/specialreport/1239293_5093.php

The article provides much on the significance of the coming Year!
A short quote concerning the year..

"And to top it off, 2007 is no ordinary Year of the Golden Pig. When further calculations are made using the principles of Ying and Yang, the year is a special kind of Golden Pig year that occurs only once every 600 years! For adherents of the science of divination, this makes it an extremely fortuitous time to pop out a little one."

This feels like a year to birth the divine femINine into her next level of perfection.





Bless you dear one! :-)

We are opening up to the sweet surrender of the luminous love-light

of the ONE!!

You are eternal, sister of manzanita, pine and corn...olive and earth, sky and sea.

Lila is out each day...no hermit yet...though it's a lovely thought.

Parents across town are now our prime focus.

Living with almost no dinero..!!

Most all our fun these days is free...

Burning very little fossel fuel... !!! Teeny tiny footprint according to those online calculators.

Just watched "The Future of Food". Focalizing on the immanance of seeds.

Also just rented "An Inconvienient Truth". Personally am feeling in equalibrium with Mother Nature..It's a great movie...stirring and evocative.

Creativity is soaring in this approaching cycle of the Golden Boar....Chinese New Year coming Feb 18th. A 600 year cycle of Yin..Mother Divine Feminine !

Always in heart connection with the larger family...but much work now required of the small family...hearth and home.

Happiness

Am realizing that which is available through global exchange.

Drinking deeply this great possibility.

We are what we create...

In L.V.X.,

lila

BBC's video series, Himalaya, covered an episode on Bhutan which I've recently viewed. Such a peaceful kingdom!!.

http://www.kingdomofbhutan.com/

Attilla:
There is a place in the world where the King (establishment, The Temple) is truly interested in the well-being of the nation: Bhutan. They measure the country's success in a kind of a Happiness Factor... You can't really go there - even as a tourist, visa is not easy to obtain and only the "stay in the country" fee is hundreds of dollars per day. They don't really want visitors... :-)

TEMPLE

One day, long ago, I heard a whisper urging the tending of the temple...Seeing the many accumulations and sensing the even greater and ever more microcosmic aspect of "dust", this one began a cleaning.



The cobwebs of this temple tell the truth..

Shake them down into my hair

And let me mingle in the dust dingy air of my misgivings.

And as the veil disintegrates, at my command,

I see the CIRCLE,

Eyes born of every pore .

The light is bright ....

....I AM learning.