Heaven and Earth

Jon Anderson from legendary band "YES" produced this album with Warner Music and sings in two of the tracks, this video was done for one of them: "The 2nd Prey", and it was possible thanks to a generous donation by the Tony Osher Foundation/Productions + Warner Music.

Heaven & Earth was born from a small group of friends that would sing in the campfires of annual reunions at the beach. Later, they all got involved in ecological activities and spiritual gatherings and the circle of friends became bigger and the songs better.

"Councils of Visions" are gatherings of people of different nationalities and spiritual beliefs that have organized giant gatherings to share the knowledge of different ancient and new age traditions, among them: the Red Path of the Native American tribes, the warrior & sacred path of the Pre-Hispanic traditions of America (Olmec Toltec, Mayan, Aztec, etc.), Quartz Nature, Auto-Sustainable Living, Alternative Energy workshops and a mix of practices & wisdom from Buddism, Hinduism and Tai-Chi as well. These "Council Gatherings" became huge, sometimes up to 10,000 people camping on the middle of nowhere with months of proffesional eco-preparation for 2 weeks of Utopian Living (like a "Rainbow Festival" upgraded with conferences and a "Buring Man Festival " organization), and did several giant gatherings and rituals on different energy spots of America including pyramids and sacred chackras of the land all over the continent in which "Cielo y Tierra" participated and also played their music.(check out: Consejo de Visiones, Consejo Birregional, Rainbow Gathering, or Tortuga Island on Google)

Jon Anderson heard "Cielo y Tierra" in one of his mystery magical journeys and got amazed by their music, he offered to bring them to the commercial world of music and produce for them an album, the band agreed as long as their way of working and music would be respected.

"Cielo y Tierra" is: Pedro Vadhar- composition and lyrics & 4 beautiful girls: Estushia-lyrics, guitar and percusions, Angelica, Luana & Mariana-choirs and percusions.

The video was shot in Amatlan de Quetzalcoatl, Morelos Mexico,
(hometown of the "Great Quetzalcoatl" lider and messiah in Pre-Hispanic times) a few miles from the famous pyramid of Tepoztlan and Malinalco piramids.

It is a MusicVideo-Documentary testimony of a real shamanic ritual night, held specially for the video by shamans of 3 different traditions: Hopi, Huichol and Aztec. At first, all 3 shamans rejected the idea and told director Leonardo Bondani that they would never mix their ritual with another tradition and that it had never been done, also that cameras where totally out of the question.
Pedro, the girls and Leonardo asked the elders if it wasn't the time our ancestors had predicted for all traditions to come out of obscurity and be shared with the world at no delay to awaken as much souls as possible before the year 2013.

An all day & night ritual that started with ceremonies for the 4 elements and dances during the evening made the setting for the night chants, drumming and a sweatlodge ceremony in which the sacred tobbaco pipes where lit, and share with the viewer how after hours of singing and dancing, this altered states of mind done in a proper & respectful way conect us all to the sacred world of love & life.

Producer: Tony Osher
Directed by leonardobondani




http://www.youtube.com/lanilila


Binah is the Spere of Saturn, and Saturn is the astrological correspondence to the finitising principle. Saturn condenses, fixes, materializes, restricts. Thus Saturn corresponds to the alchemical idea of saltiness associated with the Great Sea of Binah. But just as "FINITISING" and "FINISHING" both come from the same Latin root, so Saturn, as the representative of that which establishes definite form, is also representative of that which brings things to COMPLETION. This is one of the reasons why Saturn is so often symbolized as an old man with a scythe. In the Qabalah the same thought is intimated by the attribution of Sanctifying Intelligence to the third Sephirah, inasmuch as a saint is a "JUST MAN MADE PERFECT."

(pg. 133) Esoteric Keys to Alchemy by Paul Foster Case

This may end up being a log blog...for my soul serves and searches, and knows the fullness of this harvest is for All My Relations. I must share broadly, and this means and ways creates avenues of illumination for plentiful light-showered travel.

My Mormon ancestors know I reach to them in celestial heaven. Having not been brought up with anything more than "churchianity"... social catholics we were, I've found Nature to be the grounds of worship that brings most fruitful abundance, and towards this Earth I've often humbled. A Child has returned to pick up a shovel and heave some soul, exposing worms. The work never ceases, though it pleases not only I, but All My relations. Great Spirit furthurs each breath with wanton..and desire is what keeps the ember alive, for a future fire.

Today a soror on the Path of Qabala, and fellow non-Mormon on the Mormon Mystic yahoogroup shared some light bits to chew. I love Chrys...and she's powerful significant in my life. A fellow of B.O.T.A., and newly accepted into Co-Masonry, her sincerity and love enhance this life. From Chrys this morning:



"The Egyptians believed that human beings were the "seeds" for stars. It was believed that
human beings were walking, talking, thinking, conscious "starstuff". And indeed that is what
we are. Our bodies are made from interstellar dust, which is the remains of ancient dead
stars, cosmic debris and galactic particles. Throughout the course of our history on this
planet, dust and water miraculously created animated star matter."

http://www.alchemylab.com/ka.htm

This reminds me of Thelema, and also, Mormon doctrine of God(dess)es.

Love and L.V.X., yep...that was from Chrys, and thinking of muses, and getting into a position of sharing music again. I'm thrilled to have re-connected with a former bard friend who will be coaching me again soon, towards releasing some new tunes. We all need muses it's true..yes! So it's into the wood shed she goes.

Sid Meister...thanks buddy. It'll be awesome to work witch ya again. Remember Redding Civic Auditorium? There I backed on Rhythm guitar whilst you competed for your second flatpicking championship. For some reason, Whiskey Before Breakfast became my least liked song from the past. Hehe. So's it goes. Methinks to get the picken licks chopped up again.

Sid Lewis:

http://www.jamming101.com
http://www.acousticcollege.com
http://www.crazygrass.com

"Let imagination lead, reality will follow"
- Michael Hedges

Listen to and watch the great M H !!

I remember when we had our picture taken with Michael Hedges, rest his soul!! We invited him to the Blue Nile, after the concert at Cedar Grove..and he said he was going to come over for a massage!! We gathered an interesting crowd of Hedges enthusiasts...hehe...we all were waiting with eagerness. To no avail. Now Michael sings in my mind often, I carry his heart with me... Rest in Peace brother.

~*PRESENCE*~

A CIRCLE DANCE

Petals of the Lotus are Many..The Flower is One
Teachers and Religions are Many...The Truth is ONE..
Lakes and Rivers are many...The Ocean is ONE..

You are my Father, you are my Brother, you are my Lover and you are my friend. You're the Beginning, You are the Center...and you are BEYOND the END..

And I love you so, you help me to see.
To see You in Me..is to see we are FREE..
I'm in you and you're in me.

We are a circle within a Circle with no Beginning and never Ending*~

"When we are looking through our magical glasses, we can learn to
realize that there is only energy in a primordial form. But the full leap in
consciousness occurs when we realize that the one who is looking
through the glasses, and indeed the glasses themselves, are the same as what is
being seen - it is all energy, or all love; the subject is identical with the
object. We realize that there is no separation between what is being
seen and the 'who' that is seeing. This is the ultimate and deepest meaning
of Presence.

At first we may think that we 'experience' Presence, but that
is a dualistic mindset that will eventually be transcended. One may say: 'I
had a wonderful experience today; I experienced Presence!' However the
statement betrays the fact that the speaker is using dualistic language - there
is a subject, 'I,' and an object, 'Presence.' This is a deluded experience.
The student has missed the point. When we fully realize the all-consuming
nature of Presence, we release our sense of self and all of its encumbrances.
This is the point of liberation: there is only Presence, the oneness. Thus,
the actual experience might be stated, 'Presence is all there is,' or,
'This is it'."

- David A. Cooper (Ecstatic Kabbalah)

And, for the brave at heart...take heed of the message...When the Chips are DOWN...we can always dance!!!

Life is short.
Break the rules;
Forgive quickly;
Kiss slowly;
Love truly;
Laugh uncontrollably;
And never regret anything that made you smile.


Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here, we should dance!!



I received this great mail from a friend...(>waving to ya buddy<)*...Randy spends most of his time in a wheel chair, CP keeps 'em from dancing on his toes..but oh..how the spirit knows to Waltz. xoxo

And, just thinking about abundance happening...Love, sex, Moonblood, sunshine, starshine...extacy, living full and drinking of the nectar..as jubliant recipients filling and fueling, gracefully spilling... thinking ceases and experiencing becomes the thesis of our Living.

My Return to Innocence...

When sitting at the control panel...KZFR...circa 1992-6,
I played Enigma...often. Jeffrey, a man of furs and frolic..
was my muse at the time...giving much reflection, and
direction, about something that we all encounter...

the brain and it's ability to function wholly.

So..thinking of falling feathers, of great loves from 12 years ago...and of those musical Zephyr days...playing the tunes , I bow to the inner child.



HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams

W.B. Yeats


"Return To Innocence" Enigma..from Cross of Changes

That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself
The return to innocence
Love - Devotion
Feeling - Emotion
Love - Devotion
Feeling - Emotion
Don't be afraid to be weak
Don't be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart my friend
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence
If you want, then start to laugh
If you must, then start to cry
Be yourself don't hide
Just believe in destiny
Don't care what people say
Just follow your own way
Don't give up and use the chance
To return to innocence
That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself
The return to innocence
Don't care what people say
Follow just your own way Follow just your own way
Don't give up, don't give up
To return, to return to innocence.
If you want then laugh
If you must then cry
Be yourself don't hide
Just believe in destiny.

On a raft out to sea...Monkey Queen finds immortality..

"The next day,the Monkey Queen set out on a raft to travel across the sea. After travelling for many years, she still had not learned the way to immortality."

(written for Julian 12 years ago...)

Heart a'fire,
I sing this song..
The depth of feeling
no diver reached.

Though I seek
to immerse myself
in these unchartered seas,

my trembling body ashore
begins to release
the necessary fear to take the risk
to Swim or Sink.

I let my heart unfurl
and feel the winds
that change and blow
the gusty sails.

Where the course will lead
I do believe is such a mystery.
My mind, it stretches to know
a place that's still unseen.

The children beckon me
to throw away my maps,
forget the storms and,
dance in the rain.

I hear their music,
smiling at their songs..
I, too, remember...an age of innocence and trust...

Where all that is
is where it is...

And....That is Where it Belongs!!

Tonight I cried...for I lost a part of myself In Lakech...

There Are Delicacies
by Earle Birney

there are delicacies in you
like the hearts of watches
there are wheels that turn
on the tips of rubies
& tiny intricate locks
i need your help
to contrive keys
there is so little time
even for the finest
of watches

Love is letting go of fear....

We let you go Julio...it's now your time to fly...

When leaves turn brown ,
& the grasses bend down low,
come and visit our Blue Nile Home,
for we know this too is our own little death.

Take us to heaven if you will,
for in this time of life we seeks to know dimensions
far beyond , and above this world.

Science 101...Cordyceps and Ants *~ WOW!

Cordyceps is a genus of ascomycete fungi that includes thousands of species. The species that parasitizes the vegetable caterpillar — Cordyceps sinensis is the most famous of these, having long been considered a precious ingredient in Chinese traditional medicines.

All Cordyceps species are parasitic, mainly on insects and other arthropods (they are thus entomopathogenic fungi); a few are parasitic on other fungi like the subterranean, truffle-like Elaphomyces. The mycelium invades and eventually replaces the host tissue, while the elongated fruiting body (stroma) may be cylindrical, branched, or of complex shape. The stroma bears many small, flask-shaped perithecia that contain the asci. These in turn contain the thread-like ascospores, which usually break into fragments and are presumably infective.

The genus has a worldwide distribution and most species have been described from Asia (notably China, Japan, Korea and Thailand). The genus has many anamorphs (asexual states), of which Beauveria (possibly including Beauveria bassiana), Metarhizium, and Isaria) are the better known, since these have been used in biological control of insect pests. Cordyceps species are particularly abundant and diverse in humid temperate and tropical forests.

AND...from and Ants point of View...!!!

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.