Dragons

July 14th, 2017

Why do I have dragons in my backyard? There is a twelve foot tall metal dragon who looks down on us from the hill up the hill from our fence that is humorously designed to keep bears out. She is a mother dragon. She strongly suggested, in her gracious yet daunting way, that she not be kept inside the fence. She needed to be outside the fence where she could protect us, as well as, make sure that the creatures knew that we were safe people. Her children live inside the fence. Yolanda is her four foot daughter who looks out on the world-within the fence. Owen, positioned own his own dais overlooking my deck,  is her four foot son who watches over me and mine.

I bought glistening stone flat slabs to make a terrace for my rabbit bench. My three walking stick trees that create a scraggily mix of green and twisted branches shade the feisty bench.

Behind the green twisted walking sticks is a three hundred and fifty pound obsidian ball with selenite sticks around it. Obsidian and I have always had a power connection. I merge with obsidian to go into oblivion where only what serves life comes back. Recently, I married my beloved Jackie and her beloved Neal in the power of the ball recently. Connecting them into the ball, they are protected from the powerful separation that the reality we were born into forces upon us.  After all, that is what I am…a protector.

The mother pine tree who minds after the other trees in my part of the yard is adored with the kitchen for the birds and squirrels. A small hollow log, given to me by fellow compatriots of caring, stays filled with food for the squirrel kingdom. The log cuddles in the crease of the branch and trunk for my two small bushy short-tailed Chicory squirrels, one black, one gray, as well as the numerous big long tailed gray ones. In the morning, if I have not yet fed them, the black Chicory, who I have named Chicory, comes and raps on my glass door until I come out and feed them. On a low limb, are the bird feeders. One bird feeder is for the smaller birds with a top that keeps the big birds out and another is long and large so the big birds are not left out.

The other areas that hold the field of unity where I live is my porch. My porch is where I sit to do my quickbooks on my MacAir and write. It is the kitchen for my large population of hummingbirds. The feeder is completely flooded by hummingbirds of every color: the red throated, the iridescent green, the drab brown, the blue, the yellow create a kaleidoscope of colorful movement as well as loud theta hum buzzing that relaxes the tension in my brain.  Another is my  deck that juts out in the center of my yard where I once slept joyfully under the stars. But the intrusion of a gigantic skunk one night, a bear another night, and a family of raucous raccoons over several night drove me inside. It didn’t help that Lily growled at the dark all night. Now I rest out there and go into before the nighttime visitations. I use my deck in the morning to write my templates and to enjoy my birds, squirrels, and deer as they come to feed. I love unusual birdhouses. A red wooden house sits on my outdoor table and chairs and my metal flowered house hangs from the limb of my tree. This living field keeps me in the spunk of life.

But that is not all.

I have a working relationship with my flowers and my bushes. We are in constant unity and communication through touch, sight, and smell. My birds, squirrels, and hummers communicate through movement, sound, and sight. We live in an active symmetry of life. My elemental allies and the powers and forces of Creation come to work with me on behalf of all life here.

Some day Pan will come to bring a deeper unity with earth to this garden, but for now he resides outside my beloved Shama Viola’s nuclei in Damanhur, Italy.

My room is worked through with colors. A six foot long red and blue dragon stretches across my back wall. My three foot well oiled Ganesha sits atop the wood stove that isn’t used now. A Buddha wall hanging holds the space of peace and harmony. My altar has a cheerful chubby Buddha and a large quartz crystalized stone embedded in granite. Small statues of Maat, the winged protector of life; Bast, the wisdom of the cat and an ally with the immortals; and a black dog that protects us in death, Anubis, that Lily, my dog looks like when she sits in her stretched out position sit on a round mirror to mirror their ancient energy of connection into the room. My brother gave me two candles holders of hands and fingers shaped in the mantra of Maat. Am I a worshipper of Ganesha, the Egyptian deities? Am I a Buddhist? No, I am connected to what gives me life and has me exist as whole. Are you? Or, are you governed by what people will think and are conditioned to avoid what would serve you?

Pictures of Shasta protect my outer door and pictures of my children who are off leading their own lives warm the walls of my inner sanctum. Someone asked me once why I didn’t have Jesus or Mother Mary anywhere. I can’t. I walked with them and they are part of my history and my making. It would feel odd to have representations of them that do not look like how I remember them to be. Nor do I need images of angels since so many invisible powers and forces still move and engage with me.

It is important I do not leave out Georgia’s garden and her care of the house where I live in my own apartment on the bottom floor. I moved here because Georgia already had created a sanctuary through her designed adornment of her home. Her beautiful manicured spectacular garden is next door to my, not so manicured, more ancient Celtic garden.

Georgia had already laid the groundwork for me when I came. When I came, she and I began to work in tandem to build a matrix of resonance that vibrates with the Earth’s core and her original design.

I say this with no make believe. I have felt what they now call the Schmann resonance since I was born. It did not have a name at the time. I have been tuning my life to that unity with Creation, the unity between Earth and the cosmos since I was born – often almost dying without that unity.

When I was five years old, Frank, our gardener in Tennessee, secretly dug me a shallow grave hidden back behind the thick oak trees in our yard so I could sneak out into the yard at night to sleep there. I would wrap myself up in an Indian blanket my dad bought me at the Cherokee reservation so I could escape and recover from the verbal and physical abuse of my mother. I somehow even without the words knew I must not lose my connection to my sense of life. Maybe it why I saw fairies and made clothes for them out of the big leaves of one of mother’s flowering plants when I was ten years old. In the resonance of the earth, I found the connections I know now without doubt that come to me, demand of me, and create with me.

Georgia and I put together a gateway at the bottom of the driveway that keeps the matrix we keep building strong, and, yes, protected. The right side is a hollowed tree that lost part of its trunk. We put a large white stone from the land there. On the left side is a stump of a large tree where a large face of Buddha, the carrier of peace rests against a large log and a rock holds a crystal to communicate with the earth.

This is not idle play. This is to build a unified field with the earth and the cosmos that vibrates with the harmony point, the structural harmonic, between the Earth and the rest of Creation. In this bubble, we are not affected by the chaotic overstimulated nervous system of humanity around us. We have even gotten it to a point, that a constant barrage of news resets into the harmonic field. There is so much more I could tell you, but I need to get to the Teacher’s meeting of the In Unity with Creation Institute where we are structuring another resonant field.

The earth and the cosmos and I have had a long well-established relationship. Like many I lost the power of that connection as I grew up but it came back explosively when I went to Ireland in the 1990s. You can read about my re-introduction to my connection to all this even more deeply in my book, An Irish Tale of a Modern Mystic,  All this happened for me without the ability to find this resonance in human beings.

But not for long. Resonance seeks resonance in all creation.

Someone came to me many years ago and shared what happened to them in their consult in a technical way. The access to resonance I came with, he described through what he knew of physics. Out of that time, I found a way to bring a syntax of language forward for people to use to get access to this resonance the same way all of life is designed to carry a Language of Creation – so are human beings.  I wrote a book to capture for human beings their design in resonance with Creation. Then a young man, Elan, who worked with Ambionic sound shared with me that the Creation Templates I created, so people could connect with this unity I have felt my whole life, and that my mind was no longer separated from, carried the harmonics of the Golden Spiral. The Golden Spiral translates resonance into form whether it be physical structure like cathedrals or plants or the non-physical like language or the movement of dance. A world for me was born in the human kingdom. A world where people could be their embodiment of their heritage…a unity point, a metapoint, of the earth and the cosmos through their resonant mind…their mind of creation, that had not been destroyed in me, thank the heavens.

What started this post? This morning, I was sent an article on the Schmann Resonance from a man I deeply admire, Joe Dispenza from someone who I am building yet another resonant field with. The article gave the beautiful startled ah ha! for why we writing Creation Exercises that draw in our Language of Creation for 90 days. I posted the article for a deeper connection into the 90 Day Creation Project we are doing. A deeper understanding of why some of us are posting on our Facebook site and others are keeping a private diary – all on behalf of Generating Realities through the Creation Exercises – our language of resonance – our language of creation. It is amazing to feel people’s delight when they realize they are bringing resonance to the nervous system of our human kingdom so we can live in the harmonic of life-giving design of this planet and the universe.

I was compelled to write this post. Build resonance in your mind. Build resonance in your life. It will not only protect you. Resonance will open you up into what you cannot hear, cannot see, cannot smell, cannot taste, cannot touch, cannot know without it. When so much understanding and access is available, do not fall victim to the dark ages upon us only as a movement into the next greater whole.

Please read this article. What does the spike in the Schumann Resonance Mean?

Off to the Teachers’ meeting!