Fractals ~
we've all seen them,
at dance parties,
as screensavers on computer screens,
books, posters and what have you.
Very entertaining, aren't they?

But do you really know what they are?
Do you know what they actually mean?
Take some time out (about an hour)
to watch this most amazing documentary
and you'll never see the world with the same eyes again.

radicalfilms.co.uk/2007/11/...geometry/

After the downtroddenness of the last few days
and those two blogs I posted today,
this here Libran has reached balance point again, phew!
Suddenly, things become so obvious!

A while ago, I realised why I never seem to have any money:
I just don't like it!
Of course, the rest of the world still seems to thrive on it
and it still is an absolute requirement to have it and be able to spend it
if you want to be part even of the most advanced community.
You want to eat, to have a roof over your head, clothe yourself or travel - it all is paid in currency.
If you don't have any of it, you just can't move,
not here in London anyway, where everything seems to revolve around pounds, dollars, euros, rupees and yen..
So, of course I get depressed, of course I have moments where I feel like an absolute loser -
remnants of the old brainwash...

Did you know that our modern money set-up was only possible
because the Spaniards drew so much gold out of South and Middle America
that they could actually start a currency based on the yellow stuff?
That it was the Knights Templar who invented cheques,
i.e. the virtual money that is now about to help collapse this "civilisation"?
Both highly suspicious, n'est-ce pas?

Anyway, I think my dislike of that either stinky or simply virtual stuff.simply means I'm once again ahead of my time.
Really, I mean that, without conceit or arrogance.

Tonight, I read this:
"...It is time to get ready with our store-fronts. These arenas of our service to others who are still on the other side
will serve to sustain us while we are transitioning into a reality where money no longer exists...."
Yesss!!!

If you'd like to read the rest of this, check out www.whatsuponplanetearth.com/latest.htm , a most uplifting read!

After venting about assholes, now for the angels, :-).
While I was walking around in Glastonbury the day after the big disappointment I just blogged about, I was drawn to Tor's shop, called 'The Summer of Love'. He wasn't there, but I soon found myself in a long conversation with the young woman behind the counter.

She calls herself Rostaria, is an Indigo with telekinetic abilities and at age 20 has just self-published her first book. She says it's not really hers, but more or less dictated by Spirit. It's the first of a 5 part series called the Earth Angel Chronicles and is a bit like Harry Potter meets the Matrix and then some.
It's fiction, and then again it's not. It's about a prophecy that is now coming true and that deals with four children with very special abilities, who are here to save the world from totalitarianism, slavery and darkness.
Rosaria gave me a copy, and reading it on my way home I thought this was simply brilliant! Good story line, quite well written and so incredibly relevant! However, I also thought she needed an editor and proof reader. The next day, she called me and asked whether I'd like to be her editor! Of course I agreed! I'm not going to be rich doing this, as it’s not that much work and I'm practically working for free, but at least I'm doing something useful and worthwhile.

And of course I had to grin to myself: I had gone to Avalon to get a job and what I got was … a job!

In case anyone is interested in reading the ~ as of yet un-edited ~ version:
A printed copy can be obtained at earthangelchroniclesseries.ning.com
Rostaria has also published it as an e-book on lulu.com.
Access it through here: childrenofthelightcouncil.ning.com

And now, all of you do me a favour – feel hugged and loved and have a wonderful day!

Time for a blog, haven't posted anything in ages...

So, the weekend before last, I had to rush to the West Country.

I had applied for a job as general manager at a New Age Centre. My plan had been to spend my birthday THIS week in Glastonbury, but the owner of this Centre made it really urgent for me to be there earlier if I wanted the job. He made it sound like he was really keen, so I dropped everything and spent my very last money on hurrying there.
On the coach, I got a txt mssge, saying the job had already been given to someone else. When I asked him later by email to at least compensate part of my traveling costs, I simply received no reply. ~~~

So much for New Age businessmen; they're often worse than their conventional counterparts!
If I was as mean as this little shitface, I'd publish the address of his enterprise here and warn you all to never ever go there! But then, I'm not like that...

So, this trip is now preventing me from my original plan. I had wanted to spend my solar return in Avalon, because astrologically, it would make the difference between a reasonably happy and creative year and one during which I might have to leave this earth behind me for good. Yep, it is that serious. Looks like I'm meant to travel the harder road, because I'm jobless, penniless, totally depressed and starving to boot, so going west is out of the question; I should leave tomorrow to be there on time...

These days, I'm usually going to bed with a book.
I love to read a few pages, to get my mind off the day's work and before I close my eyes to look at what has prevailed from a different perspective.
Last night, I was reading in a little book about Mesopotamian Myth - you know, Gilgamesh, Ereshkigal and friends...
There are several chapters about the historical context and about the archaeological work involved, all interesting stuff.
While I was reading, it suddenly hit me, what an absolutely amazing job the decipherers of those ancient clay tablets and wooden, waxed writing boards have done!
Just imagine this: You got in front of you a shard of clay, imprinted with symbols like no other that may be in use today. Arrows, triangles, dots, whatever - squiggles, for all you know.
You have absolutely no idea what language this is, as it's no longer spoken or written anywhere. You don't know the sounds, the vocabulary, the grammar, nothing. You don't even know which way to read it, as you might be holding it upside down.
Personally, I wouldn't know where to start. But these people have managed to translate the information anyway, often in years and years of painstaking effort. Without their enthusiasm and dedication, their imagination and sensitivity, we wouldn't have access to this ancient wisdom at all.
I salute them and pay them my respect.