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Loving Earth.

After a day spent in another space-time reality, timeless and deeply connected to the energies moving within Durga, the mother, I come home to a HeartFire Gateway message that moves me to write a poem. The message was:

So what then is it?

What shall it be?

What truth is the HeartFire illuminating for thee?


My response:


The HeartFire held at the centre of me

spirals into the vortex

that spins at the core

a many petaled lotus flower

opening to receive

holding space

radiating love

moving more deeply

into the fullness

that I be

when I spend time

with thee.


Its time to follow the guidance that first told me I had to go to the country so that they could communicate more clearly with me, and to do ceremony on the land, some ceremony I am already participating in and it is taking me deeper and deeper……………as I listen to the voice of the land, so shall the land speak through me. I feel so blessed to be where I am, perfectly poised on the edge of the unknown, serene as The Fool who has such faith and trust in life, knowing that as I surrender to divine timing, my divinity shines forth, radiating love. Love really is all you need………………………..

The Beatles knew……… http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xmk14_the-beatles-all-you-need-is-love_music


Dancing In The Moonlight.

There was a time when I lived in my little garden flat with my pussy cat and hardly saw another living soul, apart from the people I worked with and my brother down the road. I spent lots of time on my own exploring myself through writing, I wrote about how I was feeling and sometimes it came out as poetry too. I also was experimenting with automatic writing, if you are not familiar with this technique, it’s where you put your mind to one side and let your intuitive brain take over.

I remember being with my brother sometimes when we were learning how to do this and there was a particular character who began appearing whenever I wrote, she called herself Milomel. She was very feisty and used to get annoyed with my bro, who has a wicked sense of humour, sometimes she would refuse to speak to me if he was in the room! Sound a little bit crazy? It’s a type of channeling and people have all sorts of ideas about what is actually going on in this process. That is a discussion for another post, in this particular example it eventually became very clear who Milomel was, and where she had come from.

This wild woman was a part of me that had split off when I was 12 years old, I even found the frozen moment in time when I saw something that shocked me deeply, and which I knew on some level signified the end of my parent’s marriage. I had completely forgotten it until Milomel came back and reminded me, this is an example of a soul fragment coming to search for me rather than the other way around.

I don’t actually remember how I came to the process of finally integrating my wild woman back into myself, I recall lying on my bed for a number of hours while it went on. I knew nothing then about soul retrieval, I was simply following my instincts, the natural impulse towards wholeness that I believe lies within us all. This was an important time for me in that journey, every time you heal  a part of yourself you take a step forward but some steps are more critical than others.

It’s so important to be able to allow yourself to be wild, to rebel and get angry, to dance in the moonlight or flirt with the handsome man on the other side of the room. Twenty years later I am truly reaping the rewards of that intuitive search conducted by my earlier self, thank you little Kerry, I acknowledge and honour you for your courage.

Without you then, I wouldn’t be here now! Love and blissings all round………..


Let The Grief Go.

Even before I began my conscious shamanic journey, I was beginning to develop that larger part of self, through tarot readings, automatic writing, and an instinctive urge to express long suppressed feelings. I had no idea what I was doing, but I followed my intuition and flowed into the places that it took me to. I wrote poetry to express what I was feeling, and that really came in handy when Ayrton Senna was killed in front of my eyes on a race track in Italy in 1994.

Ayrton Senna.

Ayrton Senna.

I had been obsessed with him, and I was totally grief stricken for weeks afterwards, I cried and cried and wrote many poems to express the intensity of my feelings. At the time I was focused on the loss of this man who had been a kind of role model for me, I was certainly attracted to him but it was his passionate determination to be himself no matter what anyone else thought, and his integrity that truly inspired me. I know now that while I was genuinely grieving for Ayrton, along with thousands of people around the globe, I was also releasing grief for my father.

Malidoma Patrice Some.

Malidoma Patrice Some.

This concept is well understood in the village that Malidoma Some comes from, he describes a ritual where the immediate family has carers to keep them from harm, so that they can completely let go in their grief. The entire community participates, and there is an understanding that this is an opportunity to release any feelings that people may be holding on to from the past. What a refreshing view of the healing power of strong emotions expressed in the moment, how much would our constipated, uptight, overly structured and regulated society benefit from such practices!


Malidoma Some is an African shaman who brings the knowledge of his people to the Western culture, he is a bridge between the worlds, read his book “Of Water And The Spirit”, you won’t be able to put it down.

And even if you are not into car racing you will love this documentary about Ayrton Senna, my mum loved it and she hates sport!


The End is Nigh!

The flow of love, it is a river that can cross all barriers, seep into and melt the toughest armour, it is the energy that holds together all things for all time. I feel that water course running through my life just as my blood moves through my veins, always coming back to the heart, the source of our true power.

There are many ways of connecting in to that vital force, movement, stillness, music, poetry, for some it may be merging with the earth as they walk in the bush or tend their gardens. However you find that space inside of yourself, it is something that I believe is so necessary to the human spirit, that many of us are slowly but surely dying inside for lack of it.

The sacred is everywhere, it is not so much about where you look, it is more to do with the way you are seeing and perceiving.

If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks of his cavern.”  ―    William Blake,    The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

We are living in what Jean Houston describes as end times, it is the end of an age and the beginning of something new. It can be incredibly harrowing, but it is also very exciting, we have the opportunity to create a new mythology, a new story for humanity and our role on this planet.

There does need to be change on a massive scale, but don’t be daunted by the scope of the challenge, changing your own consciousness feeds into the field that we are all a part of, the smallest shift can resonate through the world and bring on the outcomes we desire. Every journey starts with a single step………….

“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.”
―    William Blake,    Auguries of Innocence


The Source of all the Juice.

I can feel all this poetry swirling around in my head, just below the surface of consciousness, a hint of symmetry, of feeling and of cadence. How can I  tap into this fertile source of creativity and bring forth great bursts of inspiration, a conundrum that has been pondered over for centuries. From what source does such brightness flower?

For me in the past it has simply happened in the moment, lots of different factors coming together to provide that magical opening to the realms of invention. I wrote 34,000 words of a novel once, and while it remains an unfinished manuscript, I learned a lot by going through the process. Once I got through the HUGE resistance to doing it, I found that simply sitting down with a blank page and opening my imaginative eye was all I had to do. There would be a word or a sentence, or an image, and from that all else would flow, like a river of joy.

Writing in the space of this blog is much the same, I generally have no idea what I’m going to write about, I begin and it unfolds, and it often surprises me. I like surprises! You know, I think this is the fun that you have when you’re doing what you are meant to do, the happiness of being in your purpose, the flow of meaning.

I know I have to somehow find ways of actually earning a proper income, so I can do all sorts of basic self-care things, like get my teeth fixed and get my boxes in storage sent up to where I am now. Financially I feel a bit like my hands are tied behind my back, and the blindfold I was wearing is still half on,  old beliefs are still trying to weigh me down and sink me to the bottom of the pool.

But at the same time I am happier than I have ever been, the community that I live in is beautiful and nourishing and I feel like I am resting in the safe space of home. And this writing fills me with exhilaration and excitement, it is a pleasure to craft each post, to find a title and images that come together in a perfection that I can feel in my body.

I am following the path of my heart completely, may it lead me to that far horizon which is within me, the fullness inside that is bursting to be released, full of juicy joy for a wonderful life!

Juicy orange

My Spirit.

My spirit grows weary, and I wish at times that I could do my journey the old-fashioned way, go and live in a cave as a hermit. It may not sound very attractive to you, but for me there is magic and nourishment, and even poetry in such a notion.

I know that a good night’s sleep or even a yummy dinner tonight will change that feeling in a moment, but it would be nice to have a proper holiday. You know, the kind where you go away for more than a few days and actually do nothing except read books, swim, and eat fabulous meals cooked by somebody other than yourself. Or alternatively a week at an ashram or monastery, meditating and doing yoga and eating healthy vegetarian meals, coming home trim and gorgeous!

Neither of those options is currently on the cards for me, so how can I bring that good feeling into the place where I am right in this very moment? I look around me, and I can see that my favourite time of day is approaching, the rays of the sun have that special glow about them. Through the window to my right I can see the sunlight dancing on the rich canopy of leaves, a few moments later I look again and the leaves have gone dark.

Moving towards dusk, the light keeps shifting and changing, to my left I can see the broad leaves of the banana tree swaying gently in the breeze. The light is still out there but it can only be seen further afield, where a tall gum tree catches  its last rays of nourishment for the day.

The words that describe the world around me, caress my soul, as surely as the beauty of what I am seeing softens the knot that is curled up in my belly. Sure, I am tired, and a little dispirited after not enough sleep and a quiet day at the market. But why wait for the food, or even the sleep, when I can switch how I am feeling simply by being present to the environment that I am inhabiting NOW!

Yep! After I get this post out to all of you good people, I am going to go and commune with the garden, a bit of watering, and then maybe check out the sunset across the green fields. Life is really quite simple at the end of the day, no pun intended! You just have to remember to live it.

Not my garden! Oh my kingdom for a camera!

Not my garden! Oh my kingdom for a camera!