Monthly Archives: June 2014

Why Is Evil In Such A Hurry?

Titan! to thee the strife was given.

Between the suffering and the will, which torture where they cannot kill; and the inexorable Heaven; and the deaf tyranny of fate, the ruling principle of hate.

Which for its pleasure doth create, the things it may annihilate,

Lord Byron.

by Elva Thompson



The Out-breath of the Earth.

The four days of the Summer Solstice, June 19-22nd are a time of great cosmic significance for humanity. Over the solstice, the Earth’s etheric body is drawn outwards by the heat of the sun into the heights of the universe, informing all beings in the cosmos of our Mother’s sacred presence.

As the sun rises on the 21st of June, the living world of nature will rejoice in the glory of the sun. In the elemental kingdoms, the nature spirits will dance upon the fields and misty meadows. Their nurturing work with earth’s natural systems is done and after the Feast of St John, the 24th June, as the light begins to die, they turn inward and retreat into their hollow hills…waiting for the ‘sun at midnight’ when man sows seeds into the in-breath at the Winter Solstice.


The Shamanistic Dream and Vision

At one time, we were all tribal.

The shaman’s of old knew that there was a network of celestial power points’ across the planet. They called them song lines, dragon lines and ley lines and where they intersected were sacred sites, places of power and prophecy. They marked these ‘points of power’ with stone circles, standing stones and sacred rocks. They understood that the earth was a living, breathing being and were well aware that at certain ‘sacred’ times of the year, these ‘special sites’ were open to cosmic forces, great powers that infused celestial energies into the earth’s grid renewing and sustaining all of life.

Even today, what is left of the aboriginal tribes know they have a divine responsibility to the living earth at these auspicious times. They are the humble guardians and protectors of the ‘sacred’.

The Black Twins of Crown and Cross.

In Deuteronomy 12:2 we read that ‘god’ ordered the Israelites  “to destroy all the places, wherein the nations whom you shall dispossess served their gods, upon the high mountains and upon the hills and under every green tree; you shall tear down their altars, and dash in pieces their pillars, and burn their Asherim with fire.”

Basically the ‘small god’ ordered his minions to search for places of celestial power and possess them for the darkness.

The hidden, satanic rulers of our planet, learned of the Earth’s grid and Logos from the ancient libraries that they plundered. They hoarded the knowledge of the ancient world, locking it away in dark basements for the predilection of the few.

The Attack on the ‘Natural Man’

All across the planet in the last five hundred years, tribal people have been systematically exterminated and enslaved. Their places of power and renewal have been violently usurped by the twins of darkness, the Black Crown and the Black Cross. The devil’s twins use the high and holy places at the winter and summer solstice, the quarters, new and full moons, planetary alignments, to poison the Earth’s grid with terror and human sacrifice, deliberately negating the frequency that bathes all life.

The onslaught on ‘the natural man’ began in earnest after the Black Church was established at the beginning of the Piscean Age, and together with the Black Crown they have systematically exterminated and enslaved tribal people across the planet. The Black Church, Jesuit priests and the Christian factions that came after them, tortured and killed the wise men and women, healers, herbalists, midwives,  branding them as witches. The black priests  oversaw the destruction of stone circles, secretly coveting the broken stones for their churches. They cut down sacred trees and groves, demonized the water elementals of springs and pools, and dug under the ground removing ore and precious stones, the electro-magnetic life blood of our Mother. They attacked our ‘native spirituality’ on every level, turning our feminine, inclusive, earth based way of life, into the exclusive, male dominated ego madness of today’s world.

The genocide of native people, the destruction of shamanistic knowledge, the rape of the earth, the decimation and manipulation of animal and plant life,  our obsession with electronic gadgets that are quickly replacing meaningful conversations is, in my opinion, all part of a long laid plan that is coming to fruition at this time. The new world order of trans-humanism.

It is obvious to those who have awareness that our species is under attack on every level. Engineered wars and bloodshed, the rise of  brutal police states, electro-magnetic pollution, manufactured food shortages, droughts and storms, and the insidious poisoning of our air, water and food. Fear, religion, poverty and drugs are the weapons that they use to keep us fearful, distracted and controlled. World events are escalating into madness.  Why is evil in a hurry?

This is my take on the situation.


The Reset of the Cosmic Year

At the end of the  Cosmic Year of twenty six thousand years, the programme resets for the next cycle.  In the second of cosmic time that it takes to reset the new programme, the blocking frequencies of the moon and planets are weakened and we can attune to the multi dimensional information and consciousness that has been so cruelly denied us. The evolution of the life waves’ as it is called lasts for four years and started on Dec 21st 2012 . This window is only open for a short time during the re-setting of the programme.

Time is literally flying and the quickening of the spiritual realms are upon us.

Our time is now. The dark side knows it and they are in a panic.

The Return of the Light

There is a sleeping power within the human collective unconscious that is rising from its slumber. Our dormant faculties are awakening and we have an opportunity to rediscover the truth of what we are, and tear down the veils that have smothered us for eons.

All is energy and the truth is ……

I care not for the scoffers, the nay-sayers and their third dimensional thinking. This understanding of the nature of our time, is  a clarion call of the highest order to all that resonate on its frequency.

We must envision our dream of oneness, take back our sacred sites from evil, and liberate with our love and prayers the demonized earth and water elementals, that have been clothed in darkness by the servants of the Black cross and crown.

Once we begin to take an inclusive, spiritual view of our living earth, and understand the true meaning of the festivals, we can celebrate them with a new understanding of their cosmic significance and power. This gives us a spiritual opportunity to commune with nature and attune to the titanic elemental forces within us…and without.

But, we have to take the initiative and seek out the nature spirits and petition them to help us at this time. They can turn a desert into paradise, in the blinking of an eye.

The elemental kingdoms are waiting for us to invite them into our lives… for are we not made up of earth, water, fire, air and space?


The rediscovery of the ‘oneness’ of life and our visioning of a lighter brighter world, is the wrecking ball that will smash the evil programme called reality that has been created for us. One person working with the celestial hierarchy is able to offset a thousand working against it…

We are spiritual beings, a living focus of celestial power…not the drip of water from a tap.

We are the storm troopers of divine will.

We are cosmic butterflies.


Staying Sane In A Suicidal Culture: Spotlight On Joanna Macy, By Dahr Jamail

“The loss of certainty that there will be a future is, I believe, the pivotal psychological reality of our time.”

“The most radical thing any of us can do at this time is to be fully present to what is happening in the world.”  Joanna Macy

It was February 2005, and after several months of front-line reporting from Iraq, I’d returned to the US a human time bomb of rage, my temper ticking shorter each day.

Walking through morgues in Baghdad left scenes in my mind I remember even now. I can still smell the decaying bodies as I type this, nearly a decade later. Watching young Iraqi children bleed to death on operating tables after they had been shot by US military snipers has left an equally deep and lasting imprint.

My rage towards those responsible in the Bush administration bled outwards to engulf all of those participating in the military and anyone who supported the ongoing atrocity that was the US occupation of Iraq. My solution was to fantasize about hanging all of the aforementioned from the nearest group of light poles.

Consumed by post-traumatic stress disorder, I was unable to go any deeper emotionally than my rage and numbness. I stood precariously atop my self-righteous anger about what I was writing, for it was the cork in the bottle of my bottomless grief from what I’d witnessed. To release that meant risking engulfment in black despair that would surely erupt if I were to step aside, so I thought.

My dear friend Anita Barrows, a poet and writer, translated Rilke poetry with a woman named Joanna Macy whom I’d met once before, briefly. Anita, who is also a psychologist, had taken one look at me and shortly thereafter let me know Joanna wanted to have tea with me.

Shortly thereafter, I made my way over to Joanna’s home in Berkeley, driving through the chilled, foggy morning, unaware of how much help I needed at the time. I remember seeing only fog, not the trees.

I knew Joanna was an eco-philosopher and a scholar of Buddhism, general systems theory and deep ecology. I knew she and her husband Fran had been anti-nuclear activists for longer than I’d been alive, and that she ran workshops for artists, writers and activists called the Work That Reconnects, of which Anita had spoken very highly.

Beyond that, I had no idea what I was about to get myself into.

Joanna invited me in, and we then went upstairs at her kitchen table while she prepared our tea.

After quietly pouring our mugs full, she looked me straight in the eyes and said, slowly, “You’ve seen so much.” My own grief beginning to be witnessed, tears welled in my eyes immediately, as they did in hers.

Thus began my learning about what those of us on the front lines of the atrocities being carried out against the planet, and those living amidst what she calls “the industrial growth society” must do, if we are to sustain ourselves, both within and without, as the future rushes towards us with ever increasing speed.

The Mortality of the Moment

“This is really happening. There’s nothing to stop it now.” These are the words of Thomas P. Wagner, who runs NASA’s programs on polar ice and helped oversee some of the research for a recent report that showed the ongoing massive collapse of the Western Antarctic ice sheet that will raise global sea levels by at least 10 feet.

News like this finds us daily now, as the fire hose of information about the destruction the industrial growth society has brought to the planet gushes. It is an overwhelming amount of information. Being a mountaineer, every time I learn of the collapse of yet another massive glacial system, or the baring of a magnificent peak that was once gleaming in ice and snow, it feels like a punch in my stomach. Like I’ve lost a close relative, or a good friend. Again.

Macy, during the interview I did with her for this article, warned of the consequences of not allowing ourselves to access the feelings elicited by our witnessing.

“Refusing to feel pain, and becoming incapable of feeling the pain, which is actually the root meaning of apathy, refusal to suffer, that makes us stupid, and half alive,” she said. “It causes us to become blind to see what is really out there. We have a sense of something being wrong, so we find another target and project our anxiety onto the nearest thing handy, whether it is Muslims, or gays, or Jews, or transsexuals, or on Edward Snowden, who is now being accused of being a Russian spy and behind the Ukraine conflict. See how stupid we can be?” She laughed.

After a pause, she added, “The closer we get to midnight, the more we lose intellectual capacity. So not feeling the pain is extremely costly.”