Ozorian Moon

a kid was unconcious under that tree, on the lighting platform used in some of the gigs, the stewards / security were getting someone to take him away as there had already been a death, although i suspect heat exhaustion which is slightly understandable, anyway this kid was struggling with his trip, to come around again, so i did energy work with him, at the base of the mighty trance tree, and slowly, as i mimed to his friend, wait one minute, stop trying to rouse him awake, stop shaking him from his sleep, let me, so i did and he did wake up almost naturally at the slightly gentler behest of his friend and so i kissed my finger tips and blessed the sky before blowing it to him and wandering by that was the magic of ozora to be a medicine man for forty thousand people and how, raise the energy of the dance floor, see a guy in a wheelchair, someone on crutches, an ankle in bandages that was a guy dancing within an hour and healed to dare to try to climb the hill his friends were camped on, it went on and got crazier than that and the gifts kept coming back i was loved for what i did when i stood alone and was not generally approached, as if in polite reverence of my role, as that sane looking guy doing crazy looking things, what are you seeing? one of them said... its not that, its what im feeling, was my reply, i pictured the entire festy in my third eye, as id seen it from the sky, in a little plane, circling, gazing idly by, so i died a little there, the me that would have been scared at all to do my job, work my arse off, leave others in our little family and go and do what is required,, go where im needed, where im guided to go, it was easy and felt so right that i could understand how come i met the female healer on the last night, the fourth such person that ive accidentally on purpose run into as my destiny unfolds, but yeah, and yay, and yah way it was a hoot, a full moon extravaganza from the night we left to the day we returned, hungary was beautiful and humbling and their hospitality out of this world and into the next and coming from a place of such open heartedness, such real love, such a people, thanks it was fun and stuff, i danced my ass off too, and got broken and fixed, and opened my heart up and got it shattered into enough pieces to send energy to everyone there in the glittering ozorian sun

now its all coming back to me

i make mistakes so you dont have to
that's why i share places ive been to
spaces ive explored people seen to
be so much more than they knew
at first they were only just a few
now more than ever who do
who are living the dream
literally becoming lucid
in this one and awake
in the other states of
reality called eternal
life and thats why
it's all coming
back to us
now ;)
<3
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2nd bit of chat

2nd excerpt from "conversations with goddess". So this was written today, but if you are reading this tomorrow, I wrote it yesterday. That time stuff is a funny thing. Seems to have a mind of its own. Some times are fast, some times are slow, some times are hard times, some good, some party times for the living or the dead, old times, new times, cider o'clock, time for a cigarette, or a brew. A long time can feel no time at all when we're not marking it, when we're focussed on what we're doing, lost in it, lost in time, falling through space, showing every one in the world a different face. The many faced goddess has so much variety, I see the men, the women, the young and the elderly. So many individual souls, no doubt intimately connected, the lucky sods, to one another, through love, empathy which is love, patience which is love, honesty which is love, charity which is love, to give to one is to give to all... Ask Kevin Bacon he knows there are only a few degrees of separation between us and right now it feels like it's boiling over.
It seems more chaotic, but it's just more of the same, and more of the original idea too. More healers and lovers of all sorts, those who love to make art, music, ceramics, clothes. Jewellery in particular, where naturally beautiful materials are used to fuse the earth and divine inspiration, tie those two up in celtic knots made of handwoven string, handmade means so much more than any other thing, that was once the thought that counts. Afterall it is, the thought that counts... Check em out. See what you think and challenge that, see who thinks those thoughts, see what they really are about everything, everyone, be the one you, who, says, "ok guys and girls, I'm in charge now, it's my bad if i do something now but ya know what? It's my good too, every little thing I do, it's in the details, the goddess is you know. I fancy feeling good, like all of the time, so I'm going to take the credit for my wins and losses, i'm getting rid of the horrible bosses within and without. Doing good things make me feel gooder than anything else does that i do so that's what i'm going to do for all the me's and at least every single one of you, that i meet, that i greet, that i know.
Nice ideas turned into nice things i can make or do for people. And by association the world, hey kev? We can make a difference, no matter how small, we have to try. keep on doing what we're doing, not get tempted to lower our selves to any one elses level. Let others reach rock bottom as we did only to find that it's the beginning of the most rewarding mountain to climb in this place! Too get there, to see the view, from your one and only face... Love love love love

kundalini tahini hawaii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

kundalini awakening part one two and three well that's my asshole er root chakra well and truly torn a new one and my crown tingles occasionally and so from the ground up i expect my heart to open even more and feel more connected and true so i can say that this is old and this is new and just and beautiful

old today

the mystics of old and the mystics today represent a true heritage not the lies of history, not the murder of our people all over the world in the name of civilisation. Civilisation, are we really civilised? Are we connected? Are we compassionate? As people, as nations, the world, is it a compassionate place to live for most? Why not? Because the money men and women have us in slavery to currency. Because we all have to accept their greed or the world would never be the same? We don't want it to be, we NEED it to change, drastically. You all need to accept the bitter truth that we've poisoned the world and ourselves with it and we are at fault for this. I have seen how mesmerising the television is since i gave it up so long ago, like so many things as they leave me, finding them unecessary for true happiness, true health and the wealth of knowing i have friends, am loved, feel love all around me, everywhere but in the hearts and minds of us humans

want you to know, I'm a rainbow too

i have no idea if your gay, lesbian or straight possibly because that is of no interest to me, it makes no difference how different you feel because of others reactions to who you really are, i treat people as i find them and am doing my best to leave ignorance and judgement and gossip behind and when i see two people together, well they're together to me, whatever that means really. I wonder with such a huge deficit in my skills socially whether i will ever understand your relationships enough to have one of my own again, in the meantime i'm just happy that you're happy and hopeful of the changes in my own life continuing. I'm grateful to anyone willing to befriend me as it takes a long time for me to see you in that role but only because i struggle not to be too open if that's possible and too closed at the same time, i don't know if you like me more than friends because to me that's the only thing there is, friendships that go beyond short term alliances, connections that span lifetimes, loving each other as friends do for now, forever +

bring me your wounded healers

sorry but i seek out pain and shame and all those energies you and i would rather

not talk about but have felt and dealt with in one way or another,they're an 

emotional clarity that was leaving me and you when we forgot who...

WE ARE! So be your own rising star and setting moon and,

remember that there is no spoon and jump for joy, girl,

boy because this life is only getting better and

better although im highlighting every bad

habit, every fail of mine and shining

a vicious loving flame of truth

into all the darkest little

places, losing the

second faces

to be as

one

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all i said was that i thought one of those overnight gypsy villages was an innapropriate erection

I just walked home with a few pints onboard and a smoke too, wending my way merrily, actually slightly terrified, high anxiety, slightly nervous, then calm again as i check my breath and it's slow and steady again, making my way a little longer than i ought to have done by moving unsteadily across the road surface as it really gets dark. Someone's coming, I hear the strange sound of a vehicle being driven erratically, I get the feeling I should dart into the side, into this gateway that I know is there, hide for a second or two and then carry on towards home. Entering the woods, I've left the semi safe openess of the lane through fields and now I'm on the bad surfaced section where my feet have to be careful where they go, moving down the hill, into the bottom, where the beeches are old and have giant snakes wrapped around them towards the top of the trunks. Etchings in the back face of initials f.m. 4 p.d. god save the duke. I can't see a fucking thing in this bitter darkness, the overwhelming fear that was beginning at the start of the journey, when i saw a shadow behind me and looked round under the streetlights to see nothing and no-one, I'm only taking into this situation what i have on me, no car, no weapons, but my wits and my tendency to relax in a crisis, or freeze up.
But that was then and this is now and i worked on that panic reaction, where I would realise my stomach was out and not doing anything, then breathe in and go aha, so that's breathing, so self concious was i, of eating in public, of speaking in public, of being in public, cities made me ill the first time i went there, bristol and leaflets, I'm a country boy and this sort of thing is unreasonable and toxic and get me out of here, and then I'm back in the woods, but on the road, i keep on veering to the right and symbolically that means i still have a big bias towards the left brain, controlling the right side, i need to look left and right if im going to cross the crossroads safely every time, stop, look and fucking listen boy, the goddess said and so I did, every time she nagged me, erm reminded me lovingly i ought to say, I did so, I changed every bad habit, as much as a woman should have no designs to make something of a man beyond loving friendship so that you both do whatever it was that you were meant to do in this world, whether that's to be together or not, forever or just this moment, this day, what's that about? Make it count, make it feel like it's gonna last forever by seeing how many moments there are when you stop adding them up and start counting them down, how much longer have you left to do something with your life? Do it, whatever it is! Do iT!
SO I did it, i held my hands out, as though in a gesture of christ, i almost hate to say it, but that's what it looks like and i'm no j.b.h. i'm not him, he's me, or at least his energy, and it's yours, and it's theirs, and everyones really, not just me. So I walked on, hands held out, if someone wants to hurt me they can, the shamanic nature of this spiritual encounter is real, this is a spirit walk, a time to see how much is spirit, everything, yes, we know that, but i get to see the spirit of the road, my eyesight becoming slightly better, as though green screen on a night vision scope, some definition at least to the darkness, and i welcome the spirits around me, and use the mantra love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, building a walk of love around me, in love bricks, section by section, in groups of eight, not infinity which is equal when drawn, an eight tends to have a smaller top half, then more and more seemingly swarm around me, realising i've blown the tension by interjecting at the wrong moment, my old curse is going, maybe but then i walk on still, seeing the indistinct shapes of hundreds of ghostly outlines, slipping back and forth around the extent of my vision but i know there's loads of them behind me too, they're everywhere and i am sending them love, that is it, whatever you bring me, it's love from me or nowt. You know that it's time to go to the love, be with the love that never dies. Go now.
SO I figured I should do it, keep my promises, the totally secret ones, not the ones i made when I was a kid that i broke, with the help of a shaman, who took someone in a terrible state and made it worse for a while, of course, much, much, much worse, but only because the final outcome, given freedom of will, would be this, I've met three shamans now, three healers, three wise people. Now I'm the wise one, the good one, the trying to,no, doing things differently one, the one who actually believes in heaven and hell and it's here and it's there, and it's every fucking where, and everything and we're it. holy shit, indeed mother goddess, holy shit, holy shizzle, give my love to brizzle and everyfink thanks heart emoticon + smile emoticon This is an excerpt from the book im writing called 'conversations with goddess'
if you're interested in this idea, liked this bit please let me know as i am going to publish and am looking for an editor, someone to help me get a good deal, not amazon / kindle, somewhere that grows by word of mouth not advertising and by allowing me to have printed copies to give away as i really think it's a gift to ask someone to read your shit, it's a challenge to put it out there, but it's only practise. So that's it really, thanks for listening all these years, you all rock

oh you can just go to heaven!

when i was alive before i was born i chose this suicide mission knowing the odds were stacked against me that i would realise who i was and what i was supposed to be doing before the whole thing was over, only this time it's forever because it's on its way out of favour, there is too much energy looking for reparation or redemption so in this hellish and heavenly place more like a holiday resort than a prison reform school as it ought to be thought of, so if we remember we can change things

doctor who?

take a seat or lay down whatever is most comfortable for you, so what is troubling you at the moment? So what if you could remember what you felt like before this, then feel how it would be to feel like that again in the future, from tomorrow even, let's go for gold, feeling golden together in that moment we are and then you take that feeling into your new tomorrow, it could be the best day you've had in years and then you see what the next day is like, given that any could be your last one, it makes sense to see how the next and the next play out, who knows but you?

but mother how could you forsake me?

only you can forsake goddess or god
it doesnt work the other way around
the divine is awaiting your call to
apologise and begin again
so make that call ask
and you shall
receive
love
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