Stand Tall

Silent sentinel I stand in a world that holds endless species of light.

I am Surya driving through the heavens.

You look up and imagine that you see a golden orb.

This sun is merely your own reflection.

It is your own heart.

It is your own light.

The light you seek is within you.

The light you seek is within me.

The sky of the old order fell when a bird was knocked from his perch and the deluge destroyed the people of the wood.

The sky of the new world could only be raised by an act of sacrifice.

I was the cosmic sacrifice.

I am earth and air and water.

I am fire – I burn my own wood.

I am Yggdrasil and I am the axis between worlds.

A world clock ticking endlessly: sometimes my breath is tired and rusty.

My breath can cut you as your language can kill souls.

I watch as another world rests within my bones, unseen and untouched by your kind.

I am a gateway, a lighthouse to others, a communicator for the between.

Like you.

You are the spiritual internet.

Like me.

I am both directed and yet directionless.

There is a hidden door – come closer you will see as no other can.

Enter.

Open.

There is nowhere else to go but here – yet here is everywhere.

I am Thor’s Oak. Bonafcius did not fell me but my purpose was all in the telling of his tale.

I am a wet nurse for your race, watching and supervising and protecting – you have no concept yet of how I keep you safe.

The Olympic rings were originally cut from my body symbolising the rings of truth that protect you from danger.

I am Sekhmet and I protect the land, destroying enemies with arrows of fire.

Yes I have committed crimes in the eyes of many yet I am remorseless.

I have carved death on many faces.

Sometimes death has as much a purpose as life.

You too have killed as much as you have birthed.

This is life.

I am Yax Imix Cheand, I am abundance raised in the middle of the world.

I raised the sky and I birthed what you see is the sun.

Watch me; watch how my roots are sent deep into this earth.

The deeper you root yourself the easier you will bend, ebb and flow with the tides of your time.

Like your heart, this earth upon which you walk, is kept alive by me for I hold its terrestrial intention.

This intention is a submission to the point of resistance.

I am Sól and I count the years of man.

Every particle of mine is a book in a library far reaching beyond your wildest imagination.

I am every case study you will ever need.

I am every page every written.

I am every scientific experiment ever conducted.

There is a frequency that I hold upon which this earth was formed.

A frequency that beats your very own heart.

I am Helios driving my chariot across the sky.

My faith in the magnetic force and my trust in the safety of the flow hold me firm in a constant evolution of tension oscillation.

I am Ain Soph Aur, the tree of life – without end and with light.

When I bend, I am stretching and expanding – creating more space in this illusion while contracting and nesting.

I am Freyr, the Maypole, and the phalloi that Isis could not find.

My colours are crafted in the dramas of birth and death in this forest.

My leaves grow without any thought from me.

Your heart loves without any thought from you.

It is not possible for either of us to ever be alone.

I am a circle, a never-ending line, keeping and standing where you left me so long ago.

I am Lugh and I hold all contracts written of this world.

If I so choose I can fade like a ghost and vanish. No one will ever know I was ever here.

But this will not end my life as I will live on through another seed, another pod, another root system, branching out and merging with more light.

I can be whatever I choose just like you.

You and I – we share a molecular structure so refined and complex yet so basic and simple.

Your digital world and formless currency are frequencies crafted and released by my leaves.

I am Kuker and my coarse and speckled bark forms part of my horned mask.

My reptilian skin is just one coat – just one aspect.

Every leaf that I lose is my gift to the earth.

It joins me at the base – never lost – only re engineered.

Every person that you lose from your life is your gift to humanity.

They are never lost always reappearing in another face in another time.

I am Ra and I command the sky, earth and the underworld.

Standing tall under Mintaka, his pulse is felt in my roots.

You were born under this star forever in between, in the middle of the two.

You are destined to strip my bark, shatter my myths and stand in between.

With one foot in both worlds you stand under Mintaka’s power.

Beings of light are the only words you can understand and they are around you now – watching and prodding without you even being aware.

Their home is here – not some far away planet.

The planets you see in the night sky are not real; they are your reflections – your hearts, minds, souls and bodies.

The organs in your body are the planets.

What you are seeing is a grand illusion.

When they said that God created the world in seven days, they were talking about you.

The stars that you see in the night sky are not real; they are your reflections – thoughts, feelings, purpose and intentions.

Your star burns bright.

Stand tall.

 

These words were written after a long conversation with a very ancient gum tree in Barkers Vale NSW on 23 April 2007.

What if?

What if there was no peace? What if there was no war? What if these two words were simply words with letters grouped together? Once judged and filtered by each individual belief system they took on a meaning based on perception. What if there was no poverty? What if there was no wealth? What if these two words were simply words with letters grouped together? Once judged and filtered by each individual belief system they took on a meaning based on perception. What if the etymology of our language was based on the value system of those using those words? What if the meaning given to words is used to market their value to elicit certain perceptions to inspire a specific agenda and outcome? Nietzsche in the “First Treatise” speaks of the origins of the values – good and evil. What is good for the aristocrat is deemed evil for the slave. To a child playing a game of monopoly, YOUR poverty contributes to HIS wealth and that is perceived as just another part of the game making it fun and good. To a President of a country who invests 600 billion dollars into a war in a far away land, war is simply another economic opportunity to build wealth for companies winning government supply contracts. What if as Shakespeare said “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players”? What if the tragedy and the comedy play out no matter what and it is only our perceptions that characterise them as values? As we each experience our own personal monomyth, taking journeys between old and new worlds, detaching from the old forming attachments to the new, confronting and conquering challenges, processing multiple catharses, adapting and eventually finding our treasure, I wonder about the rites of passage and initiation which value the very words of peace and war? For me, perhaps peace and war will only ever mean what I say they mean to me?

Balancing the Books

How many people globally have been majorly freaking out every time they read a headline about the looming global economic crisis? There is so much stress, fear, anger and confusion. Why? What do we think we will lose? If we could list all those things that we think we will lose, I wonder how many would truly matter. What is our wealth outside of money and business and possessions? What is our wealth is we lose all that we own? Where is the surplus to balance this deficit?   I believe this is a privilege to be witness to this global catalyst of great change in our lifetimes!! The various modalities and traditions and religions and sciences and philosophies studied by each of us up until this point all have a common bottom line.   Every breath we take is a creation. Every thought we have, every thing we do, we create in every moment. Whatever we see in these headlines or experiences are what we create ourselves, our perspective, filtered by our belief. We have the opportunity to sit at the top of the pendulum and acknowledge the creation of peace and war, poverty and wealth, fear and joy and good and evil. We have the opportunity to sit at the top of the pendulum and appreciate the power of all the games we have created and played.  Globally and personally each of us has been playing similar games – games of value, games of currency, games of power, and games of knowledge – ultimately this is the game of money and the game of life.   In our household, if we need money to pay expenses, we find it by cutting costs elsewhere until we have enough money to cover the costs.  We look at our household budget and see where we are spending and what we are purchasing and evaluate what we can cut that doesn’t immediately benefit the household. If we don’t have it we don’t buy it. We spend only what we make. We ask these questions – Do I need to pay for gym membership when I can go for a walk for free? No – so add that cost back into the deficit. Do I need to pay for Foxtel when I can watch public TV for free? No – so add that cost back into the deficit. Do I need to buy or rent a DVD when I can borrow a DVD from the library for free? No – so add that cost back into the deficit. Do I need to pay for beauty or spa treatments when I can get as massage from my husband, walk on the beach, swim in the ocean and breath mountain air for free? No – so add that cost back into the deficit. This list goes on and on until we cut spending and find the money we need to meet obligations. This continues until the bill is met. We evaluate and make changes to lifestyle accordingly. We save instead of spend. If we spend more than we make and then find ourselves in a situation where we cannot make ends meet, is the government interested in bailing us out? If I run the household budget and balance the books, do I deserve to be given a golden handshake just for doing my job? If I take the weekly grocery money to the pokies, gamble it and lose, is the government interested in bailing me out?   What is the value of my household to a government?   In our small business, if we need money to pay expenses, we find it by cutting costs elsewhere until we have enough money to cover the costs. We look at our business budget and see where we are spending and what we are purchasing and evaluate what we can cut that doesn’t immediately benefit the business. If we don’t have it we don’t buy it. We spend only what we make. We ask these questions – Do I need to pay for a new desk when I can make do with the one I have now? No – so add that cost back into the deficit. Do I need to pay for the latest I PHONE when I can use the one I have now? No – so add that cost back into the deficit. Do I need to pay wages for an assistant when I can manage my time (and that of my team) more effectively and add a little more onto every team members jobs so that together we all achieve what is needed? Five or Ten minutes each day lost in productivity actually costs a company thousands of dollars in a year. No – so add that cost back into the deficit. This list goes on and on until we cut spending and find the money we need to meet obligations. This continues until the bill is met. We evaluate and make changes to operations accordingly. We save instead of spend. If we spend more than we make and then find ourselves in a situation where we cannot make ends meet, is the government interested in bailing us out? If an employee or manager fulfils the expectations of their role –i.e. does the job they were hired to do, do they deserve to be given a raise or a golden parachute just for doing their job? If I take the annual wages budget and invest it in a new enterprise, gamble and incur losses, is the government interested in bailing me out?   What is the value of my small business to a government?   In our body, if we exhaust our adrenals through stress, the stomach can no longer digest food. When this happens the pancreas steps in – the energy is taken from another system elsewhere until we have enough to cover the costs.  The Liver is producing bile that is not efficient. If bile is too acidic it will not digest fat so then pancreas tries to digest. The body is trying to meet its nutritional needs by robbing from different systems to keep alive. The body’s agenda is to live and it will cling to life as long as it possibly can so it looks at its energy budget and identifies where it is spending and cuts what isn’t immediately benefitting the body. We evaluate and make changes to our lifestyle accordingly. We save instead of spend. If we spend more energy than we have and then find ourselves in a situation where our bodies have no fuel to survive, is the government interested in bailing us out? If I look after my health and balance all my systems – spiritual, emotional and physical, do I deserve to be given a golden handshake? If I run marathons without fuelling my body, gamble and lose all my energy, is the government interested in bailing me out?   What is the value of my body to a government?   In Wall Street, as in our households, small businesses and physical bodies, a deficit can easily be balanced by cutting costs elsewhere. Perhaps they could do something radical and take a leaf out of the ordinary every day person’s book – the people who manage to balance the books of their bodies, households, small businesses and lives on a daily basis?   Operating and managing a physical body, household or a business is the same as running a country. Each needs Infrastructure, Healthcare, Housing, Employment, Fuel, Food, and Education. It is in the appreciation of living in alignment with Natural Laws and understanding the cycles, seasons and patterns of Mother Nature through building long term sustainable wealth in every human currency (spiritual, social, financial, physical, vocational, mental and familial) which has been long proven as the most effective way of life. The simple key is appreciation.   I believe this is a privilege to be witness to this global catalyst of great change in our lifetimes!! Appreciate the opportunity to identify the surplus in our lives as well as the deficit that will balance whatever deficit that may loom as a result of this great change of balancing the books.

Loving the Wolf

Last night was the most spectacular full moon. I lay next to the window at midnight and watched as this silver orb crossed from one side of the night sky to the other.  All of a sudden I had an overwhelming urge to bay loudly. I wanted to be a wolf baying at the moon. It was a feeling of freedom and appreciation and oneness with nature. Needless to say I didn’t howl at the moon but simply chuckled at myself for feeling so at ease with my own inner wolf. :-) 

Kate Histon’s beautifully expressed story about her dance teacher and the magic of her being so “hard” on her and the transformative impact of the results of that experience packs quite a punch. Childhood memories are often filled with similar stories –teacher, rugby coach – or parent. How many angry and nasty people provide the catalyst for achievement in our past? How many wolves in our history have killed off a weaker part in us and inspired new growth?  

Exactly one month ago, in the August full moon, I experienced what I felt at the time was a most vicious public attack. The ‘tale’ was that I had created a situation where I perceived myself as a ‘shepherd” and yet for my attacker I was perceived as the ‘wolf”. At the time, I was dumbfounded at the attack and perception as in MY fantasy; there were only benefits for my vision and plans. For all my Demartini work, I didn’t consider the “other side”. This attack was designed to shatter my illusion of “leadership” to specifically teach me just how important it was to love being the wolf just as much as being the shepherd.  

Joseph Campbell discusses his theory of the journey of the archetypal hero found in world mythologies. Campbell summarizes his theory thus: “A hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of supernatural wonder: fabulous forces are there encountered and a decisive victory is won: the hero comes back from this mysterious adventure with the power to bestow boons on his fellow man.”  

I finally realised that in the Hero’s Journey the only part I wanted to play was the HERO. My fantasy was that all my study and development work on myself was so I could rescue, save, fight the good fight, face my demons and slay the wolf as part of my journey. When you look at popular movie culture, the Hero’s Journey is a foundation favourite. We all want to be Luke Skywalker – no one would choose to be Darth Vader!  

The reality is that no matter what you do 50% of people around you will perceive you as Darth Vader even though you think you are Luke Skywalker. We can all relate to this. Who hasn’t been bitched about, back stabbed, been faced off, criticised and equilibrated by external voices? However when this happens we usually beat ourselves up saying “I must have been cocky and I deserved to be balanced in this fashion.” Or we become indignant and angry “How dare they – I’ve done so much for them!” Yet there is a very real practical purpose for us to be seen as the villain and the wolf.  

Wolves play an essential role in the forest ecosystem, as necessary efficient predators. They serve an important purpose in Nature, weeding out older and sick prey which in many ways actually strengthens the overall condition of that species. They also provide a bit of a second hand smorgasbord for other animals with bits of carcass they leave behind after a hunt.  

The Wolf has been portrayed in many fairy tales and myths as evil, vicious, ravenous beasts with an insatiable appetite for human flesh. Legend has it that wolves can at the right cycle of the moon possess a human soul – which I can relate to after my urge to bay at the moon last night – just like a wolf.  

All cultures have myths that embody a basic belief system about nature illustrating how nature filters into human nature – Human Behaviour 101. In myth, the wolf is quite a popular character – his appearance is heavily booked! No animal has so thoroughly captured the imagination of so many cultures around the world. In European civilization, myths surrounding wolves evolved to eventually represent evil or malice. European myths and fables tend to depict fear and man’s need to conquer nature to quell this fear. The wolf is a symbol of uncontrollable nature. In many older European cultures hunting was a primary means of existence. The wolf easily became the symbol of great hunting skill and was regarded by the Celts as a companion of the Gods – critical for communication between men and god. However as European civilisation evolved away from nature and towards more controlled agriculture and industry, the wolf’s reputation evolved with it until it was hunted for bounty until near extinction.  

To contrast, the structure of the traditions for the North America Native cultures are in relationship to the world around them. The wolf, revered it for its great hunting prowess is seen as an intrinsic part of their every day life and was valued for its great survival, culling, teaching and healing skills. These differences demonstrate the great balance – good/evil – positive/negative.  

John 10:12 describes Jesus as the shepherd protecting his herd of sheep from the wolf. Isaiah verse 11:16 “The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb.” At the end of the day both the shepherd and the wolf do the same job – eat the sheep – utilse the resource – appreciate the world they live in.  

I can see the value in viewing the wolf from BOTH sides of the myth.  

In Fairy Tales 101, an incident occurs in childhood that is stressful – illness, death, chaos and challenge. To resolve the tension of this perceived stress, a child will create a myth using the brain’s biosurvival circuitry. Starring in the myth will be the hero the villain and the victim – usually the child -The Wolf, the Shepherd and the Sheep! The perceived Wolf – usually the parents, challenged by chaos and stress, seek to protect and shepherd and will provide sanctuary for their sheep. The perceived sheep – usually the child, may feel hunted, culled or killed by the wolf. The same event doesn’t change – only the framework of perception changes. This tale will be repeated endlessly throughout all their lives as their unconscious seeks to fill the void and resolve the tension.  

In Childhood, as part of our bio survival techniques (simply because our brains have not yet the information to process events) we each craft our mythologies in this fashion using “Hero Journey” template to process the information.  

For me, after my experience of being attacked and seen as a beast that needed to be hunted and killed, I see wolves as providing a necessary culling of our addiction to external praise in order to strengthen our own self species. Never underestimate the benefit of using the image of a wolf in our own Heroes journey for valuable PR. A lamb (victim) is a great marketing tool that without the threat of a wolf, doesn’t grab half as much attention!  

Being a Wolf is a survival technique, serving to break addiction and dependence. A wolf is a source of healing, transition and transformation. When faced with a life-threatening situation, becoming a wolf in order to protect in order is a valid survival strategy to highly value.  

So you know what? I’m happy to be seen as the wolf! After all, Romulus and Remus were rescued and protected by a wolf. Appreciating and loving the wolf within is another form of being a Shepherd. After all, just how many sheep are dressed in wolves clothing? mmm? Consider doing a TDM on Little Red Riding Hood or the Three Little Pigs and check out the wolf’s perspective?

From now on, as much as I can appreciate being a sheep and a shepherd,  I also intend to howl at the moon, embrace the nature around me, value every survival strategy I have created and love the wolf!

Reclaiming Bagg age

The following is a dream I remember from last night. I know that all the “characters” in this dream are parts of me and obviously there is much transformation in my perceptions (with many judgements still to collapse) however it felt more real upon waking than the pillow under my head.

My Soul Mate and I were together in love and married.

We were so very young – not more than 19, our hearts were filled with joy and possibility and our bodies were as firm and beautiful as our dreams. We lived on a beach resort and played around the lagoon each day watching the other guests paddle and swim about in the cool clear water. Moments were filled in ecstasy as we intermingled our bodies not just in passionate exchange but in every physical experience from eating to building to gardening to creating and expressing. The beauty and power of our bodies grew as we bathed in the sunshine each day and when we lay under the moon each night together, our bodies glowed silver and gold. It was as if the sun and moon nourished us in every passing moment crafting our bodies so lithe it became effortless to climb up power poles and glide along the wires and lines that framed the sky. We had become observers and happily spent each day together flying, climbing, watching and laughing. There was such comfort and safety being so up high together day in and day out. Time didn’t exist and neither did gravity. We floated into the sun and in turn each sunbeam fed the molecules of our bodies and charged their power to enable us to physically do almost anything we chose.  

One day another two people arrived at the resort and began to bathe in our lagoon and sleep near our bed. The couple were the same age as us, looked very similar and familiar, began to partake in similar activities yet seemed completely unaware of our presence. We observed them yet they did not acknowledge us. Then one night, we heard sobbing and got up from our bed and walked out into the common room of the resort. There the young girl stood at the window tearfully watching her boyfriend walking away up the hill with his bag over his back not looking back just forward and up and away. Up close she looked so eerily familiar to both of us and as her partner walked away her face aged right before our very eyes until she looked close to fifty years of age. My Soul Mate comforted her with his long lanky arms that reached around her entire being and gave her a hug that made her feel safe and accepted. I searched my memory to find her name – I simply knew I had seen her somewhere in my childhood. She wasn’t me, or my mother or …..then I realised – it was My Daughter. At that moment, I was 19 and she was 50 and there were no maternal bonds between us – just an inkling.  

From that day, My Daughter would accompany My Soul Mate and I on our daily activities up on the wire overlooking the world. Each day we stretched ourselves and climbed higher and discovered more power lines and our daily regime covered kilometres of territory. Below were suburbs and towns and cities that I knew from my childhood and each house and street and centre was slowly being renovated. The exteriors remained the same with new paint, restored and upgraded finishes, landscaping and aesthetics, however the insides were thoroughly remodelled, expanded and transformed. Identity and memory were preserved as each place was renewed, repaired and overhauled.

My Soul Mate and My Daughter spent all of their time together and became very close. There was no sexual energy between them however they shared a sixth sense connection that I had no resonance with. I did not feel jealous however I was aware that my husband was increasingly comfortable with another woman. I began to fly along the power lines by myself during the day and places that my memory had no reference for. Adventures flying over higher wires and foreign territory occupied my moments. I began to miss my soul mate and feel anger and fear and grief as I cried many tears on these solo journeys.  

One day I met My Soul Mate and My Daughter on the roof of the resort. They told me that they were meeting BP later that day. I had introduced both of them to BP a few years earlier. She had been a friend of mine who had hurt me terribly earlier that year, betrayed my trust, rejected and insulted me. This memory was a tale I had experienced many times throughout my life. In this particularly “story” I welcomed her into my circle of family and friends when she felt alone, and over time, felt very obligated and responsible for rescuing, counselling and supporting her through many a crisis. BP was going through a nasty divorce with someone who owed my company thousands of dollars. As the company took necessary recovery action, BP held firm to an expectation that our personal relationship would somehow hold her own share of the financial obligation and when I finally stood firm in my Director obligation and valued my company first and didn’t hold her husbands debts, she became angry and nasty and ended the friendship in spite and hate.  

I knew intellectually that my ancient patterns of exchanging love for service were struggling to be appreciated and transformed and had created this experience to support me. We had both played into each other’s patterns and the realisation dawned that my own journey had taken me to a place where I now chose to change the rules of the game.  

I begged My Soul Mate not to meet BP. I asked him why he would not support his wife and associate with a source of her pain. He kissed my forehead and said “Silly girl, there is no pain here, can’t you see the light dancing in the sun right in front of you? I’m not interested in BP. My wish is for you to reclaim this memory just for you.” Winking and blowing a kiss at me in a smile that reconnected our hearts, he jumped from the roof to a distant set of power lines and flew across the hill to set out on an adventure all his own.  

Confused and afraid and still hooked into the loop of indignation, I burst into tears of frustration. My Daughter hugged me and said “Mum, you’re not alone, I’m here. Let’s go and see BP together.” With that, we both slid down the power pole and for the first time in ages, walked up the hill towards the city centre.  

As we walked, My Daughter spoke of her illnesses and her brushes with death and her fears of life and dreams of the future and I saw that she was born a very old woman and was still holding the age of 50 years. I wondered what part I played in her childhood to contribute to her bagg-age. As she reached the top of the hill and climbed through the tiny door of the cottage at the top, and squeezed herself through the exit door on the downward slope, I saw that My Daughter was morphing into the form of my mother and at that moment my heart surged with such love for both of them.  

At the bottom of the hill, a train sat waiting. There was only 1 seat available so My Daughter bid me farewell saying she would be waiting there when I returned. It was then that I remembered that My Daughter, My Soul Mate, My Youngest Son and I had been walking the streets looking for our home and had left bags of belongings under trees and rocks along the streets for safekeeping until we made our way back home again.  

I boarded as it chugged away from the platform finding the one available seat directly in front of BP. She looked so happy to see me and began to chatter endlessly about her job and her life. She had shopping bags filled with gifts and proceeded to give them to me one by one explaining in detail how she found the item, what it meant to her and why she wanted to give it to me. As the train chugged along, it passed places I had previously seen from up high flying over the power lines. My childhood home as a baby in Morningside, then Salisbury, then Mount Isa, Townsville, Gympie, Redcliffe and Ferny Hills. My schools and the houses I knew so well walking past each morning and night in Clontarf, South Townsville and Kedron. As before, all the external homes were in the same location and outlook however with new paint, restoration and upgraded landscaping and aesthetics. I looked around the train to find all my old school friends sat near me. In my memory they have always been 16 yet here in the train they were greying balding wrinkled grandparents. I chatted to their grandchildren who were astounded that I was 19 and yet shared my schoolyard memories with 60 year olds. The train stopped at each house with each of my school friends disembarking, holding the hands of their grandchildren and reclaimed these newly renovated houses one by one.  

After a while, BP and I were the only passengers and the train finally came to a stop transforming into an old French restaurant dark and red. I hopped off holding hundreds of shopping bags filled with goodies bestowed upon me by BP. I was met outside the restaurant by My Daughter, My Youngest Son and My Soul Mate and they took handfuls of these gifts from me so BP could hand over even more. Her face was luminous and lined with peace and joy. The pain of the memories melted away and all I felt was overwhelming appreciation for her gifts to me.  

My Daughter, My Youngest Son and My Soul Mate were busily gathering up all these bags plus overturning rocks and looking behind bushes to retrieve other bags they had left there for safekeeping. They reminded me that we were still looking for our home, it was late and we needed shelter before the storm hit. With that they headed off down the street arms loaded with bags.

As I gathered up my bags, My Eldest Son came racing out of the restaurant. He hugged me, told me how much he loved me and how proud he was of me as his mother and proceeded to hand over several more bags and waved me goodbye. As I raced down the street in search of the others and home, I felt another surge of overwhelming love for My Eldest Son and felt so incredibly grateful to have him in my life as my son.  

I looked down the street in the dark and not one person could be seen. I woke up wondering how I would ever find the others and home again.

Inspiration or Motivation

I have owned and managed an Entertainment Agency for 18 years. Until this year I have focused all my energy on training, workshops, seminars, qualifications, personal and professional development programs, counselling, coaching and rewarding my team – always trying to find ways to motivate them to excel and shine and add value. For me it was an important investment – It cost our company a fortune with monthly awards, lunches, dinners, treats and gifts. I created a family culture – we celebrated birthdays and milestones with parties and games – each year setting the benchmark higher and higher. I’ve hired clowns, singing telegrams, waiters, dancers, jugglers, performers – you name it – we’ve done it. This impacted on my family life. I was often late home, working at night, missing meals, behind on housework with some weeks where I wouldn’t even see talk to my children as they were in bed when I arrived home. 

Our team have been well known in the industry for its cohesion and congruency. I can see how much this has added to our bottom line as much as budget. We have held our market share longer than any other competitor in this industry – a rate of four to one actually – and in part, I would consider that our value of human resource has contributed to that. It also cost us four times more to maintain!

Working in this industry is challenging. We broker perception of talent and the currency is emotion and ego – a tough market! To compensate for the daily stress of stroking and sucking, I consciously worked to balance my team’s experience by keeping them happy and creating fun. I therefore created a fantasy to balance the nightmare. The truth was that both were merely perceptions. The industry is an industry – clients are clients – jobs are jobs.

Every 3 – 5 years, someone would leave and I would feel great resentment at all the wasted investment into their development yet when the next recruitment was finalised I continued to invest in their position and subsequently upgrade the value and become infatuated with this new recruit with the “Finally my training would develop this candidate as per my vision” expectation. :-)

This investment cost my time heavily and I was subsequently working longer hours to complete projects as I established an open door policy and placed the team’s needs before the needs of my own obligation to the company. One of my life values is that People are the Gold – so I can totally see the creation of this professional pattern in my business.

Earlier this year, my business partner and I took the team and their partners out to dinner as a special reward. Everyone was joking about how we were a family and I was their mother. Suddenly it hit me like a lightning bolt – Why was I here with strangers when my own children were at home without me. I saw that for the past 17 years, I had been working for my staff – I had been in their service – I was accountable to them more than they were accountable to me. My sole purpose had been to keep them motivated. My resentment level was out of control as it became painfully obvious that I was out of fair exchange in my own business and with myself.

The very next day, I moved the contents of my office back home and set myself up to work remotely. I made the choice to serve my company instead of my team and to be available for my own family instead of my staff. Since then, I have been able to complete projects, create new products and expand into new markets and networks and develop other service options – all because I have committed myself to serving my company. I’ve also been able to keep up with my household obligations much easier plus I save money on fuel by walking upstairs to my office instead of driving for one hour each day. I considered this new phase in my life as a win win and began to congratulate myself.

But as we know, nothing is missing, there are two sides to every story and where there is a yin there will be a yang. In the meantime, my team had lost their focus, there was little motivation, and benchmarks were not being met, unproductive, demanding, attention seeking and now major cost factors to the business.

Why? – it is all about the difference between Inspiration and Motivation.

Like all important words “inspiration” comes from the ancient Greeks. The oracle of Delphi would sit in front of a fissure in the earth and breath in (inspire) earth vapours and in a half-drugged state, make her decrees. Inspiration also comes from the Latin spirare means spirit or to infuse with an encouraging or exalting influence. It is the act of breathing in, and to animate, to stimulate by divinity. It is genius, an idea or a passion. Inspiration comes from the soul. Inspiration is internal.

Motivation, on the other hand, comes from a complex of words beginning with “mo.” Motion, motor, momentum – they all denote physical action. Motivation comes from the ego and is forced upon us, or by us, from the outside. Motivation is an external response.

The bottom line is value – how you value yourself, how you value your service and how you can appreciate how your service adds value to you and to the company and vice versa. When you appreciate, you grow. When you love what you have, it becomes what you love. When you value yourself you are inspired. When you do not, you need motivation.

Many times for each of us, we all need motivation. We need someone to pat us on the back, give us feedback, give us guidelines, create structure and micro manage our role. When accountabilities are not met, we will find a ready excuse. This provides a balance. It is impossible to be inspired all the time. You can only ever expect 50% at the most. We might try to fool ourselves that we are inspired beings of light but it may be that tax bill lurking in the background that is motivating us to get that job or create that income opportunity.

I know that I didn’t value my own service to the company. I didn’t see my own value or appreciate the opportunity that these industry challenges presented me. Therefore, I created a dependency where my team needed external motivation to do their jobs. They were uninspired internally and were unable to add value to my company without my investment. This indirectly added value to me didn’t it? I can list hundreds of benefits for me because of this. I can also list hundreds of drawbacks for the very same action.

The difference between Inspiration and Motivation extends to energy expelled. To be motivated carries effluent energy. There is an agenda, a motive, a HAVE TO. Inspiration on the other hand comes from a place of certainty that doesn’t use much energy as it is deep solid and integrated in every cell. Inspiration is effortless and a LOVE TO. We will always conserve a balance of both. In a company, we will always need to allow for both.

So I now view my present experience with my team as a wonderful opportunity. They have the choice of developing skills, enjoying freedom, appreciating self accountability and creating strategies by working as internally inspired self starters or moving on and gaining benefits from being victims. Both actions are valid and perfectly natural.

Consider how you value yourself? How do you value your service? How do you value the company that pays your wages? How do you value the employees that work for your company? How do you value your vision? How do you appreciate the challenges? How do you appreciate the inspiration as well as the motivation?

There is nothing to change but endless opportunities to appreciate!

Touching the Void

One of my friends moved into a new apartment recently and decided to throw herself a cocktail party. She was very specific about how it was to look, the type of guest she would love, the food, entertainment, the party area design – all were created with precision. Her expectations were huge – this was very important to her. She invited 100 people and 50 gave her an RSVP. She catered, decorated and created her event the week prior in anticipation. 12 people showed up on the night. She was devastated and became so distraught that she tried to commit suicide. 

In talking to her, she felt like she was a social failure and was terrified that at 32 years of age, she would spend the rest of her life alone. Attendance at this event was her criteria for her value in the world. Unless the party looked the way it did in her head, she had failed. It was obvious that the fantasy that she was benchmarking herself against was driven by a need to be loved and accepted. It was a hallmark of external confirmation and highlighted the biggest void in her life.  

Now I could tell her that it would be wise to love herself from the inside out and not worry about attendance numbers or social acceptance however at this point that would simply provide further opportunity for depression as it was critical for her to hold onto this pain for a while longer in order to balance the love she thought she was missing with the love she had for herself – so obviously wanting to fill this void with hurt and indignation.  

Instead I asked her what the difference was between the party in her fantasy and the actual party. What was the void? What did she miss out on? She listed many things – they all boiled down to one thing – confirmation that she was loved.  

I knew that the traditional Demartini approach of asking where she already had those things would be met with a solid brick wall. A clear precise fantasy requires a strong will, motivation and energy and is fiercely protected. That line of questioning would get me nowhere fast. And rightly so!  

On the second day of the Breakthrough, Demartini invites us to write our Love Lists and create a vision for what we would LOVE in our lives. We are inspired to set goals.  

So what is the difference between a Goal and a Fantasy?  

Well in basic terms, the difference is a systematic structured step by step action plan that converts the fantasy into a realistic achievable goal. However everything else in essence is exactly the same.  

So when we see the gaps in our life and compare to our Fantasy and begin to beat ourselves up, we are actually developing talents, skills and strategies that we can use in the achievement of our goals. This is a necessary and vital step towards getting what we want. Focusing on what is missing in our lives means that we have the ability to identify the requirements for the action plan that will support the vision and we instinctively see what isn’t quite ready for action yet and is still in development. This is like being a mechanic working on an engine, an engineer upgrading a new building design, a systems analyst beta testing a new software application – nothing works in life without a system and the ability to identify where the systems requires an upgrade is an incredible skill.  

Our bodies require water to function. Water is taken into our bodies via sodium or glucose. If one of our physical systems is out of balance, e.g. the stomach cannot digest food, then another system will take over from it to keep the body functioning. Until the system reboots, it will crave sugar or salt in order to intake water. The void of the stomach digesting food creates the opportunity for the pancreas to step in and take over while the stomach is given time to upgrade. This void has a purpose – the outcome is survival –and whatever action is taken to fill the void is a vital survival technique.  

Our thoughts and feelings are the feedback required for the system of being humans in order to initiate action. Our thoughts and feelings are like the sodium and glucose required for the body to intake water. Feeling depressed and beating yourself up is a necessary step to take to bring your attention and focus to the void, creating enough pain to contrast the pleasure to inspire action – taking you one step closer to your goal.  

Let’s revisit my friend, now in a state of self loathing, depression and embarrassment. What did she gain from this void? She knows that the 12 people who actually DID attend her party are true friends. They bent over backwards giving her support and comfort in order to try and balance her pain – she got extra attention. When she tried to push them away, she saw them try harder to get through and this extra effort was more confirmation that they loved her. She recognized that people will only be loyal to their own values and she understood that the actions of others actually had nothing to do with her – that was an enormous relief.  

This was not the first time that she had held a party to which few people attended. This void in the past had inspired her to be more sociable, attend more events, befriend more people and expand her social circle. Even though few people came to her party, in no way did that diminish the social activities she had been enjoying for the past few years – nothing could change that. She had already begun to develop the art of communication, could start up a conversation with any stranger and had a unique repartee that entertained everyone she communicated with. The fact that not many people attended to her party reminded her of her own true values and to honour the values of others without guilt or blame.  

A void creates space for – well – creation. My friend was given space – an opportunity of contrast to create whatever she wanted. She could sit around and continue to beat herself up or she could appreciate each of the 12 people who arrived.  Once she saw that having voids in her life gave her the opportunity to develop important survival skills, she was able to see that nothing was missing – everything in her fantasy was there all along. It was merely in the shape of  something not limited to her specific fantasy.  

Forrest Gump reminded us that “Life was a box of chocolates – you never know what you’re going to get.” Be specific and precise and plan your Fantasy to look a certain way knowing that falling short of your own criteria is the greatest opportunity you will ever have!

Waste Not Want Not

There is too much stuff in this house – 16 years of four children, various guests, pets, businesses and endless activity. It just had to go – I needed to truly release SO much of this “stuff” – this was a clearing of Hollywood proportions. The skip was filled to the brim and so we hired a Ute loaded it up and drove to the DUMP.

The Dump – as a kid, going to the dump was THE exciting adventure of the weekend. There was no such thing as a skip – to us that was the nickname that the Greeks and Italians had for us Aussies who watched Skippy the Bush Kangaroo after school each day. This was the time in my childhood when firecracker nights were still legal and Dad could burn anything in the incinerator in the back yard without applying to the council in triplicate. Whatever was too big and hard to burn, Dad would load up into the Volkswagen. My brother and I would pile in stuffing our bodies in amongst old bikes with knees up to our chins surrounded by various broken bits and pieces of our household’s life that my father could pry from my mother’s stubborn fingers.

The closest dump was located in the next suburb with tiny dirt roads carved through mountains of settling landfill winding around various stages of rubbish processing. Today it is a very trendy upmarket suburb sporting parks and house proud residences. But back then, going to the dump, for me, a budding Archaeologist, this was akin to a religious experience. After all, these were piles of prehistoric treasures just waiting to be discovered and my imagination would run wild digging up jars containing sacred scrolls and all the answers to the universe.

We would drive into craters of dirt, park beside other dumpers and watch as some people sifted through the already dumped “stuff” seeking that “one person’s trash is another’s treasure” find. We would all pile out of the car and grab the various refuse items and literally just throw willy nilly out onto the ground. The smell was something that has etched itself onto my memory forever – a combination of old, dirt, sickness and death – simply ferrel. There were crows, magpies and seagulls everywhere – all capitalising on whatever opportunity they spotted and wasting nothing. Looking back now, it was dangerous and quite a health and safety hazard. That is something we never thought of back then. However as a six year old, dodging the seagulls swooping while chucking crap from the VW – it was great fun!

Today, the Dump is called a Transfer Station. Transferring your trash OUT of your household and into a station where it can be recycled restored and resold as someone else’s treasure is a federal enterprise and managed by a strict accountability system.

So today, driving into neat lawned grounds we were met by a weighing station and given a ticket with specific path and bay instructions. Impeccable landscaped gardens greet us around each corner and after seven curbs we turn into a large shed with an enormous deep hole in the middle where bulldozers and large shiny yellow squishing machines transform ordinary rubbish into flat neat little packages. The dump smell is diluted to 100th of my memory and the whole place was – well – clean and tidy. I felt significantly underdressed and respectively hopped out of the car, mindful of all the safety instructions as per the hundreds of signs around me and carefully placed the rubbish into the designated area. It felt like we were at Ikea – the Ikea where items are returned and transferred after a decade or two.

I watched the abundance of our city being transferred to this neat clean little facility and wondered about our relationship with “stuff” and where appreciation would factor into our waste management practices.

What a great example of the universal balance – here at the Dump. Sunday mornings may find many people at Harvey Norman or Far Pavilions buying new furniture. Sunday afternoons may find many people at the Transfer Station relieving themselves of the old furniture they no longer want. In one end and out the other – just like living organisms expelling toxins and waste.

Waste management is big business and is the human control of the collection, treatment and disposal of different wastes. Approximately 3000 tonnes of solid waste are generated each day in the south-east corner of Queensland alone. Most of this waste is sent to landfill.

But what if we applied the law of the 5 ‘R’s before we made our next purchase?
Recycle, Reduce, Reuse, Repair, Restore – this is what REAL appreciation is all about! How could we upgrade our relationship with “stuff” with appreciation and reduce our waste?

Decluttering is a wonderful thing. Clearing out creates space on an energetic level. However what if we regularly conducted an inventory of every single thing that we owned and held in our house, office or life? What if we valued our “stuff”? What if we converted decluttering to our very own internal transfer station?

My grandmother’s favourite saying was “Waste Not Want Not” and she lived her life by that premise. I would definitely be in lots of trouble if she were still alive today. Let’s look at the big picture here – look at the WHOLE picture. I created the Push the Earth policy for our business and industry and have been patting myself on the back about how much I value the environment yet look at my first paragraph – “There is too much stuff in this house – 16 years of four children, various guests, pets, businesses and endless activity. It just had to go – I needed to truly release SO much of this “stuff” – this was a clearing of Hollywood proportions.” Here I am complaining about having abundance in – well abundance – and instead of appreciating it – I am DUMPING it.

The word Waste comes from the Anglo Frankish “waster” meaning to spoil and ruin – squander, spend or consume uselessly. How about we SAVE, VALUE and APPRECIATE what we have instead of WASTE?

How about we live a simpler life?
Live as part of the earth, part of the tides, the natural rhythms, the planets and the elements.
Align the values of the earth with family, community, work and our own.
Live with less.
Make better use of our resources.
Make better use of our time.

What would appreciate then?

Fighting The System

The fundamentals of my life – the children born through me, the mirrors I attracted through relationships, culture and networks, the challenges of enterprise, business and career and the physical universe of my body, home, finances and possessions are reflections of the light of all around me. They all work in tandem to balance me. There is an underlying order – a system in all of this.

I have attracted the opportunity for the manifestation of systems into my life by the very virtue of my history.

I grew up with an alcoholic father and a drama queen mother. Our house was dirty and messy and out of control. From the age of 10 I became the caretaker, the housekeeper, the parent and the manager. My father is a computer programmer who pioneered much in the field of business system analysis in Australia. My mother is a front line manager who managed several businesses throughout her career in varying fields. However at home there was no order, no system and plenty of chaos. This was the perfect environment for the breeding of ME.

I married at a very young age. I married twice. Both husbands were messy and out of control in most areas of their lives. I birthed four children. I ran several businesses: Live Bands, Vocal Groups, Shows, Wedding Planning, Recording Projects, Catering, Agency, Software Development and Song Writing. The partners I attracted into these enterprises expressed chaos in the areas that I did not and together we created a perfect balance.

It took the Demartini work to illustrate the perfection in all the frustration I had experienced (from my own unmet expectations) as without this, I would not have been given the circumstances for my development as a systems master in every enterprise area. To work with someone who refuses to follow a system poses much challenge however, this motivates and inspires the creation of the ultimate in user-friendly systems – one that is communicated and trained in the values of those unable to follow a system. This is the apex in Human Resource Management. My parents, children, husbands and business partners all trained me in a boot camp all their very own so that I could become the systems master that I am today.

In November 2003, I was stuck in a small village in the Himalayas for one week. I was suffering from Altitude Sickness and was unable to proceed onto Base Camp, as the group insurance could not cover me. Therefore I remained in this small village with the locals, several heads of yaks and a Tibetan Doctor for company. I became obsessed with counting the things around me to maintain my equilibrium. I counted all my possessions then I began to count my heartbeats, measure my steps, time my movements and find patterns in my breaths.

This lasted for one very very long day. Then as I ventured out around the village, I began to do all of these things simultaneously in conjunction with the weather, time, trees, rivers and the hum of the earth. I could actually hear and feel it 5000 feet above the clouds. It was while sitting on the tarmac in the fog waiting for the plane to take off back to Kathmandu that I experienced the significant AH HA moment. All systems share a common design. Working with the beat, current and vibrations around us, which occur in sequence will create a dimension of events. The management of all of this creates a system – a framework that enables us to create, attract and allow.

This is the business of life.

I believe that my Purpose is to Educate, Mediate, Facilitate and Integrate in Service, Art and Education. The business of Performance is expression, freedom and creation. The performance of Business is order, system and form. As an Information broker and Business Consultant, I am committed to creating a profitable synthesis of these for every client.
My grandmother’s favourite saying was A Place for Everything and Everything in its place.
There is a system for everything. EVERYTHING. No exceptions. She was absolutley correct!

The Concourse of Wisdom provides a filtering tool for us to identify the system in each of the seven areas of life. Once we recognise that a system exists in everything creating order and balance and a whole series of resulting relationships then we have the means to master our lives by our awareness of the universal laws that govern all systems.

When I visited Stonehenge in June 2006, I felt incredibly connected to the Earth and whatever Grand Organised Design that this Universe is. The message I received was that I needed to understand Time, the Seasons, the Planetary movements, Moon Phases, Solar Activity, Tides, Universal and Natural Laws and how they all worked together in a synergy connecting my body and my consciousness to that of humanity, the earth and the cosmos.

I believe that we can live in alignment between all areas of life, all spheres and all planes of consciousness. All we need to do is understand systems and time. The Natural, Cognitive, Behavioral, Social and Neural sciences govern seven fields of study: Health, Humanities, Environment, Economics, Social, Business and Logos. Within each of these sciences exist thousands of systems. Each system is a collection of real or abstract moving parts, which comprise one whole with each and every element interacting or relating to another one. Each system has its purpose. There is a job to do within a specific time frame. Time governs every interaction and relationship. In every science, there is a rhythm, a flow and a pulse, which occur in sequence and create a dimension of events. Our spheres of consciousness operate within each science, field of study and each corresponding system. My mission is in the application of systems within the universal order and rhythm in every area of life.

Many people ask about the application of the Concourse of Wisdom study and how it can change their lives? What is the point of studying Universal Laws? What is the benefit?

Well let’s look at the traditional definitions of systems to answer this question.

System (from the Latin (systēma), and this from the Greek σύστημα (sustēma)) is an assemblage of objects or entities either real or abstract, comprising a whole with each and every component or element interacting or related to another one. Any object which has no relationship with any other element of the system is not a component of that system.

A subsystem is then a set of elements which is a system itself and a part of the whole system. Every division or aggregation of real objects or entities into systems is arbitrary, therefore it is a subjective abstract concept.

Systems Research investigates the abstract properties of the matter and mind, their organization, searching concepts and principles which are independent on the specific domain, independent of their substance, type, or spatial or temporal scales of existence.

Systems theory is an interdisciplinary and multiperspectual field that studies the theoretical and actual properties of systems as a process by looking at it in terms of relationship and wholes.

To better understand how systems work just look in the mirror. The human body is like a complex organization that has an important job to get done on a tight deadline. In order to get everything done perfectly and on time, it has to use a system. Actually, the human body uses many systems that work side by side. Some of the body’s systems are directly connected to the heart, while others are not. Of course, the heart is like the president of the organization. Even if it is not directly involved in the system, it still plays a part. Obviously, if the heart isn’t working, nothing else is working either. Interesting that LOVE is associated with the HEART and if the HEART isn’t working the human body system will crash. Without LOVE the universal system doesn’t perform to maximum potential.

All of the systems within the body interact with one another to keep an organism healthy. Although each system has specific functions, they are all interconnected and dependent on one another. The nervous system controls various organs of the body directly. The brain also receives information from many organs of the body and adjusts signals to these organs to maintain proper functioning.

The study of all Logos is the key to the evolution of business and all life situations. Like our bodies, everything depends on relationships, feedback, deadlines, tracking, audits and reviews. Numbers are the collection and filtering tools and a system is the manager keeping it all together.

Sacred Geometry explains how all these systems interrelate between Cosmos, Earth and Human. Eg Spiral Fractals, 432, 5 divisions of nature, trinity, nine and twelve. The Zodiac defines the apparent movement of the sun throughout the year into twelve signs each of 30-degree arcs. The rays from these planets pour down onto the earth. The cross of matter (as identified by Empedocles as the four Roots of all things; earth, fire, water and air) is centred upon the earth. As Astrology seeks to mediate and translate the planetary positions and movements in all aspects, houses and transitions, so my vision includes the amalgamation of all elements into systems for every requirement.

There is a vibration in the use of numbers. It is no accident that business exists in the accountability of all financial and operational numbers. Throughout the ages, certain numbers have figured in belief systems. The twelve signs of the Zodiac symbolize the twelve tribes of Israel, the twelve theses in the Divine Commandments for Alchemists, and the twelve gates of passage in the Opus Magnum. Four is another significant number in esoteric traditions. The Aristotelian Prima Materia notes four qualities. There are four phases in Alchemy, four degrees of fire, and Hippocrates’ theory of the four humours to the microcosm and the four directions of Hermeneutics.

There are five grades of substance (Physical, Emotional, Mental, Intuitional and Spiritual) having certain qualities. These five grades of substance form the five planes of evolution (Earth, Astral, Manasic, Buddhic and Atmic) and compose the five vibratory spheres (Spinal Base, Solar Plexus, Head, Heart and Throat). These five planes each have a quality, of which the five physical senses (Smell, Taste, Sight, Touch and Sound) are the correspondence.

According to the theory of correspondences, each person is a microcosm in which all the divine powers of the cosmos are present in the various organs and parts of the body. If these powers are in harmony with each other, the person will be healthy and live in harmony with the macrocosm in which the same divine order prevails.

The first law of expansion is order. For something to grow, it needs system. Cut open an orange and examine the symmetry of a tree or a beehive. There is discipline. It’s called organization. Working in system in rhythm leads to the alchemy of abundance.

The Pinnacle

I am driven to be at the Pinnacle on Sunday 23 September for the Spring Equinox. For no sane reason at all other than I KNOW I have to be there.

The Spring Equinox is when the Light and Dark are equal in the Southern and Northern Hemispheres, and equal Light and Dark in the day. The energies are unified, Heaven and Earth, Spirit and Matter merge. This energy is a powerful gateway for the transformation of humanity, and the opening of the Solar Self. Remembering the Sun is not masculine or feminine but unified energy from Source, the Moon reflects the Solar Rays and illuminates us at night, notice how Golden the Moon is now days, and bright. In the Mayan and many Sun cultures the Sun is greeted at the Equinox at sunrise as we open our hearts to our Solar Self, the Sun within us, as we honour the Divine Creator, Infinite Spirit and the interconnectedness of all. Where our peace within is merged through the Earth in harmony for all Beings, as the Heavens are in balance with us at this time.

On this particular Equinox the energies will be aligned the great Star Wheel/Map that is anchored on the physical plane at certain geographical locations that align the stars in the Milky Way and this Galaxy to the Earth. This energy is working through the myriad planes of existence and through the balanced energies of the Equinox is to be anchored more fully within humanity and Earth. This will create greater understanding and awareness of the prism of light/life on all levels, from the earthly perspective more tolerance and awareness of other people, countries, cultures and religions.

On the more spiritual levels for the individual; conscious awareness of more of their un-limitedness, gifts, abilities and love and for the awareness that this is in all people and beings. So there will be greater acknowledgement of the divine aspects we and all creation are. The Councils of Light are meeting at this time to bring in higher octaves to create another shift so if you are conscious of yourself at that level of your Being then be open to working with them at this time also.

In April this year, I visited The Pinnacle in the Tweed Caldera of Mount Warning and for no known reason it had a profound affect on me.

The huge size of the Tweed Valley, the caldera of the now extinct Mt Warning shield volcano, gives us an inkling of what a monster it was. Today the caldera valley is over 1000 meters deep and has a diameter of over forty kilometers.

I had never heard of the word CALDERA before. The dictionary explanation is this: A caldera is a volcanic feature a bowl shaped depression formed by the collapse of the ground following explosive eruption of a large body of stored magma. The word ‘caldera’ comes from a Spanish word meaning “cauldron”.

The Tweed Caldera is the biggest erosion caldera in the southern hemisphere, and one of the largest calderas in the world, it is one of the world’s great natural wonders, and also one of the few places where the erosion process can be seen to the underlying pre-volcanic sedimentary and metamorphic rocks.

Approx 23 million years ago, the volcano erupted through the Brisbane Metamorphics Series which are 250 – 500 million years old, and spread out over the Clarence – Moreton Basin sedimentary floor, which was laid down 135 – 200 million years ago. When the volcano finished it’s eruptions about 20 million years ago, the volcano had risen to a height of over 2 kilometers. Layers of ash and lava had been deposited over its outward slopes. The volcano was spread out over an area from Byron Bay in the southeast, and Lismore in the southwest, to Mount Tambourine to the north in QLD.

What remains is the central magma plug, Mt Warning and a system of ring dykes, being extremely hard rock. These have resisted erosion, and dominate the valley landscape, especially in and around the township of Murwillumbah. The rim of the caldera has been protected by a cap of very hard basaltic rock, and forms a virtual semi circle of vertical cliffs around the western side of Mt Warning.

Mount Warning, also known as Wollumbin by the local aborigines, is the first peak on the mainland in Australia to be touched by the rising sun at the Autumn and Spring Equinox.

For many thousands of years, the Tweed Valley was a green paradise resting in the shadow of the majestic Wollumbin. The Bundjalung people enjoyed a warm sub-tropical climate. The landscape varied from towering mountains to the bountiful sea, providing an abundance of food and materials that met all their needs. Wollumbin towers 1100 meters above the sea. It was named Mount Warning by Captain James Cook in 1770, as a warning to other seafarers, of the numerous treacherous reefs along this coast.

Their religion provided an explanation for the world as experienced by the Bundjalung people and it gave them the laws that they followed daily. The foundation of their beliefs was the Dreamtime or Dreaming. They learned from their fathers over the centuries that the land was created through the movement and creation of spiritual beings and the creatures of nature.
There is a dreamtime story of Wollumbin, said to be Warrior Chief of the mountain. The spirits of the mountains were warriors. The wounds they received in battles can be seen as scars on the side of the mountain and the thunder and lightning are the effects of their battles. When you look toward Wollumbin from the north, you can see the face of the Warrior Chief in the mountain’s outline.

What makes this place so special? It has the highest recorded rainfall in the world. It is a major World Heritage listed area. Hippies, Philosophers, Healers and Tree Changers have been attracted to this area for the past fifty years because of the incredible energy of the area. Major UFO sightings have been recorded in and around Wollumbin and the Caldera. The subtropical rainforest contain some of the northernmost examples of the Antarctic beech. These trees are among the most fascinating in the world. The Lamington area is perhaps the most northern occurrence of the Antarctic beech in the world.

So here we have this magical place right on our doorstep. When I visited the Pinnacle my intuition told me that the Caldera and Wollumbin were on an ancient energy grid creating some sort of gateway. Here I looked down into the valley and felt electricity flow through me and had strong visions while standing there. The information connected into my veins that this area was settled over 100 thousand years ago by aliens who when humans began to destroy themselves simply erased the remains of the civilisation not leaving the usual archaeological traces.

Around Mount Warning and in the valley between Bar Mountain, the energy is so overwhelming that I saw glimpses of the most insane things. Anyway it all connected and flowed through me that somehow I am destined to raise awareness with groups of like minded people in preparation for the change in 2012 by using the resources and energy in this region. In these visions I saw UFOS flying into the mountains caves. I saw villages built in stone and alien metals into the side of the mountains similar to ancient Tuscan castelli villages. Crystal power was used and still exists deep underneath the hidden pockets in the valley. I saw battles between ancient humans in that valley and much blood spilled. I saw them burn themselves into oblivion as I stood on top of Bar Mountain and watched with my twin flame. whoever he is. The trees that stand there are like sentinels who have recorded all this history and one day we will find a way to unlock this information.

The area was like a portal – a gateway – where other beings could enter like Iraq, Tuscany and Peru. Also Antarctica and Siberia. coincidentally same as the Unesco sites!!! I heard doors unlocking in my mind and downloaded years of insight and wisdom. It was experential rather than logical. Without question I accepted it. I have no evidence of this, only my inner voice. So let’s examine the choice of names for these areas. Caldera comes from a Spanish word meaning “cauldron”.

A cauldron or caldron (from Latin caldarium, hot bath) is a large metal-made pot (kettle) for cooking and/or boiling over an open fire, usually attached to a hanger with the shape of an arc. In legend, a cauldron is purported to be where leprechauns keep their treasure. In Wicca witchcraft a cauldron is often placed at the centre of a sacred circle, and used to contain items that will be set alight during a ritual. Traditionally, or in myth, a cauldron was also used by witches to prepare their potions, most notably the weird sisters in the play Macbeth. As a cooking vessel it is mostly obsolete. It may be that a predecessor of the Holy Grail legend was a cauldron. Actually, the cauldron is the place where the Olympic flame comes from the torch relay from its lighting in Olympia ruins. So a Caldera is at the centre of a sacred circle and used to contain items to be set alight. I guess a volcano is the earth’s way of being set alight. The Bundjalung people believed this site to be of great significance to them – indeed a sacred circle.

The Pinnacle is the highest point; the culmination. It is the highest level or degree attainable. The Pinnacle stands over the Caldera and looks over at Wollumbin – the Warrior Chief – the Mountain of Warning. What rite of passage, what battle, what event was looked over at The Pinnacle in the Dreamtime?

I see humanity as being the Caldera. We are at the centre of a sacred circle. We contain all that we need to ignite our inner fire and become light. The Pinnacle is our Higher Self watching over our journey.

23 September has also been a magical date for me for a while now. 923 – these numbers jump out at me wherever I turn.

The plan is simple – visit the Pinnacle on 23 September for the Spring Equinox.

I have no idea what will happen.