This 2012-thing

The doom-sayers are shouting their gloom and doom from pulpits, temple steps and street corners about the world coming to its end on 21 December 2012. It happens to be the Winter Solstice and it also happens to be the end of a cycle but it really doesn’t mean that the world is about to crash into oblivion.

What it actually means is that we are witnessing the birthing of a new cycle – a rejuvenation of our planet. According to scientists who make it their business to research these things, planet Earth goes through a 5,125-year cycle and we are – right now – in the final year of that cycle. The poles won’t reverse, the meteors won’t land and on the morning of the 22nd of December 2012, we should wake up to a new beginning. It is the day on which the earth starts tilting the other way as a new season begins … just like all the years of its existence.

This year has seen tremendous upheaval right across the globe. I think if there was a starting point, it must’ve been the earthquake causing that devastating tidal wave across Japan’s north-east. Although that happened in March 2011, I still feel it was the wake-up call of Mother Earth telling us to behave or else … Since then, we have seen massive slaughter of brother on brother, father on son and the females didn’t escape either. And still it goes on. Children, animals and all those who cannot fend for themselves are suffering. What are we up to?

Now, there are lots of people who would class me as a bit weird. They are not wrong!

However, there are others who think like me and we feel that we should try and stem the tide of this world-wide tsunami of violence and suffering. As I’m writing this, the Birth 2012 Activation Week is underway. If you are one of ‘us’ then go to http://www.birth2012activation.com/program and join in the preparation for the biggest global gathering, when we are all going to activate the Peace Process. Yes, it’s a lot of work but on the 21st /22nd we are going to pour INTENT into as many pain points on this earth as possible – INTENT to still the guns, INTENT to still the hearts and minds of those who are on the killing fields, INTENT to stop this madness.

Can we really continue to sit back and let others make the decisions for us? Isn’t it time we DO something? Sitting in meditation for some 48 hours is perhaps not very active, but if you know anything about meditation, you might think otherwise. And that is not all we are going to do.

What we need to do on those two dates (and long before and after!) is to form the thought of peace in our minds, bring deep emotion into that thought from our gut and with great passion from our hearts send out that desire for peace into the world.

In our everyday existence, we could bring calm and harmony by employing those simple principles. If we could ‘marry’ our minds and our gut-feelings (intuition) and bring that marriage into our hearts to share with others, this world would be a better place. And that lesson comes from a scientist who ‘married’ his science with spirituality and is now doing extraordinary work for the good of mankind. His name is Gregg Braden – google him.

Where am I going with this? I’m hoping it makes you think outside the box. I’m hoping the process brings you closer to your God, whatever you may call him/her. My God is neither … and both. My God lives in my heart, giving me a clear answer to the question : Who am I?

I would like to share this poem with you – it is ageless:

DESIDERATA – Max Ehrmann (c.1920)
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection.

Neither be cynical about love, for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is perennial as the grass.

Take kindly to the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the Universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the Universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

>>>o0o<<<
There really are only two emotions from which all others spring : Love and Fear.
May your God go with you, as Dave Allen used to say.
Namasté!

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In denial … no more

People kept on telling me that one needs to grieve. I kept on telling people that I didn’t need to grieve; I needed to celebrate.

There are so very many things that I need to be grateful for, but most of all (right now) is the fact that I had the honour to have known, loved and lived with one of the most remarkable people in the Universe. Over the last month-and-a-bit, I’ve discovered this fact again and again and again. Each time I was looking for a piece of information, a file, a business card or an old email … there they were, exactly where he had put them.

Slowly the wheel of life turns and one gets to the point where things need to be dealt with such as banks, insurance, investments and all that boring stuff. Other things needed to be put away, sorted, given to charity, given to friends, cataloging those antiques and updating the photographic library. I’ve started doing all of that stuff but then I realised it was time to start putting the house in order. The kitchen, in particular, has been (still is!) in need of a really deep clean but I had to start somewhere. And I did – with one cupboard!

The wheelchair and the rolling walker have been sitting out on the back patio for three days and I just couldn’t bring myself to deal with them. This morning I decided it was time to stop being such a wimp. First though, I had to get all the other stuff out of the storeroom in order to put the big items in right at the back. And that’s when it happened.

As I pushed the wheelchair into place against the far wall I suddenly couldn’t breathe. Every breath I took ended in a sob … well, I’m not going to go there any more. And please be assured that I’m not writing this to ask for any sympathy – you have given me that already, in buckets! More to be grateful for.

The reason I’m relating this is simply to acknowledge the fact that I’m human after all. Since Donald passed on, I have not been able to cry and I’ve almost come to see myself as that automaton that just needed its batteries changed every now and again. Well, I’m relieved to have come to the opposite conclusion! There is life in this old heart after all. In fact, so much life that my heart is (virtually) bursting with excitement.

Which brings me to a small announcement : As soon as I’m really cleaned up and sorted, I’ll be starting on my next novel. There is a lovely germ of an idea percolating on the back burner. Let me just give you a small taster here: CERN in Switzerland has lost out – I found the God Particle!

And just before I forget : Paphos – my hometown – has won the 2017 Culture Capital of Europe nomination. Wow! There is work to be done here …

And on that note, I shall bid you a fond farewell – until next time.

SPEAK TO ME OF JOY

Yesterday is a memory – tomorrow a dream.

Yesterday was the commemoration of my birth day. Today I have found my dharma – my (new) purpose in life : to put my attention on my intention to be the best artist I could be.

Every dream is like a seed, waiting to be fertilized so that it may sprout and grow into what it was intended to be. Today I plant my seed in a new field of all possibilities so that it may sprout and manifest my dreams.

Two days ago I had no dreams, no desires. I was a vacuum hanging in limbo, neither coming nor going. I was numb, showing the world a face that they were familiar with. My dharma has been single-mindedly devoting my life to that of my husband, seeing to his every need, his every desire, dovetailing with his shifting moods and trying to help him find his joy.

Suddenly, that dharma is non-existent. Suddenly, there is only space and time and a place – according to Einstein, all non-existent anyway. Thus, a vacuum – a black hole – a nothingness that wasn’t really there … became my state of mind.

But, this morning, as I was listening in silence, there it was.
The purpose.
The desire.
The dream.

That field of all possibilities suddenly glittered in front of me – a new day had dawned. So, in order to start manifesting my dreams, I need to tend that field – plough it, till it, sow my seeds and watch what grows. Then I need to weed them, water them and feed them … I’m a farmer’s daughter after all.

We shall speak no more of sadness; we shall speak no more of pain
There is a new day dawning to which I’m laying claim

Speak to me of new beginnings; speak to me of joy
The boat has found its harbour,
Throw the rope around the buoy.