Wednesday, February 25, 2009

New Beginnings, New Futures

Monday 23rd February 20.30 - I walked out of the 'Arrivals' hall of Jerez airport and into a starry Andalusian evening. I was carrying 2 bags. One baggage of 15kg that contained my few clothes; and a 10kg hand-luggage that contained this laptop I now write upon, and a few books. Inside my jacket pocket was a Western Digital 250GB portable hard-drive.

By 21.30 I had arrived at my destination. A hilltop 'Blanco Pueblo' (white town) that dot the Andalusian landscape from Cadiz to Costa la Luz. It was a warmish barmy evening - good for February...

I put my bags down and walked through a cave passage onto the private terrace. Ahead of me was an expanse of landscape; above me the stars sprinkled a clear night sky; below me was a direct 400 metre drop to the dirt and river below. I am literally situated on the edge of a cliff, at the end of a hilltop is tranquil... yet when the wind blows, it howls like a banshee!

Tonight the Levant wind blows... or rather it shrieks around the cliff walls outside... it is now 20.45 and I'm thinking of cooking a little tomato, onion, and garlic. The vegetables here are home grown and the tomatoes are as big as oranges... and the oranges are as big as melons... outside in the courtyard stands a sole lemon tree - soon it will spring into small white flowers; later it will sprout lemons the size of melon-sized oranges...

The new Glenn Campbell album is playing through my laptop speakers...

El futuro es abierto...

Yesterday I wi-fied the house; so I can keep my 'electronic eyes' roaming on the Net-world... as I drink a chilled glass of sherry... This year is the quickening ... changes erupting all around us ...

I plan to do some writing about this future... meanwhile, my current book hits the bookshelves in early May (UK) and late July (US), with a German translation already in the works...

What is this book that has occupied the last 18-24 months of my life/career? Well, here's what it looks like:

And here's the blurb:

It is difficult to imagine a world without the car, and yet that is exactly what Dennis and Urry set out to do in this provocative new book. They argue that the days of the car are numbered: powerful forces around the world are undermining the car system and will usher in a new transport system sometime in the next few decades. Specifically, the book examines how several major processes are shaping the future of how we travel, including:
• Global warming and its many global consequences
• Peaking of oil supplies
• Increased digitisation of many aspects of economic and social life
• Massive global population increases

The authors look at changes in technology, policy, economy and society, and make a convincing argument for a future where, by necessity, the present car system will be re–designed and re–engineered.

Yet the book also suggests that there are some hugely bleak dilemmas facing the twenty first century. The authors lay out what they consider to be possible ‘post–car’ future scenarios. These they describe as ‘local sustainability’, ‘regional warlordism’ and ‘digital networks of control’.

After The Car will be of great interest to planners, policy makers, social scientists, futurologists, those working in industry, as well as general readers.

Some have described the 20th Century as the century of the car. Now that century has come to a close – and things are about to change.

And it's popping-up on both and - yes, a quick pitch. Well, I'm worth it!

I'm now listening to Andrew Bird's Noble Beast and the wind is howling like a true beast too...yet the Levant is a warm wind... phew!

Everything is possible - I don't know what the future will bring; where I will be, or what I will do once my money runs out... I hope I can perhaps write my 'follow-up' book (more on this later). In the meantime, I guess you sometimes need to create movement in order to attract a change in our Universal energies... so they notice you :-)

In all and everything, we should live within each moment and enjoy the adventure. And bless each one of us for being here. We are all a part of something great and wonderful - if only we have to keep reminding ourselves.... I'll remind you if you'll remind me...




Thursday, February 12, 2009

Sun Plasma & the Human Nervous System

Tom Kenyon recently released some information (taken from a source he calls the 'Hathors') that relates to the present, and upcoming, global/personal situation:

In its most simple terms, there is a breach in the
magnetosphere, which surrounds earth, protecting it from
solar winds. Such a breach is a naturally occurring cycle,
but the breadth and magnitude of this opening is quite large.
It is allowing, and will allow, large volumes of plasma from
the sun to enter. This will increase magnetic storms,
disruptions of telecommunications, disruptions in
bio-electric circuitry (such as human nervous systems), and
climate change. The results of this breach and the increased
charging of the magnetosphere will increase over the next
several years.

Our focus in this communication is not upon the negative
impacts of this breach, but upon the positive effects it
opens for those who are ready.

Your subtle energy body, which was known as the KA by ancient
Egyptians and called the etheric body by Yogis, is highly
sensitive to, and affected by, solar plasma. An increase in
the flow and quality of solar streams increases the vibratory
rate of the KA body. This is a very beneficial and auspicious
opportunity for those who are consciously participating in
their ascension process. Let us be precise by what we mean by
the term ascension, because it has many different
connotations and ways of being viewed. By ascension we simply
mean a movement upward in consciousness.

For more on the above read 'The Holon of Ascension'

Read also Tom Kenyon's commentary:

On March 24, 2008, The Hathors released a planetary message
entitled Earth's Magnetic Field, in which they said that the
earth's magnetic field was going through a perturbation and
morphing (see the Hathor Archives for original posting).

In December 2008, NASA announced that the Themis
Project had detected a massive breach in the earth's magnetic
field, and that in the near future this would allow large
amounts of solar plasma to enter the earth's magnetosphere.
The magnetosphere protects earth from solar storms and the
solar wind (plasma). But with the breach, scientists predict
an increase in magnetic storms over the next few years. Such
storms often impact telecommunications, which should prove to
be "interesting" for a culture increasingly dependent upon
such forms of communication (including the internet). To see
the NASA report yourself, just go and type
the word Themis in the search window. When that page comes
up, you can click on Mission News.

I personally breathe a sign of relief when science validates
something the Hathors have given, and I must say it seems to
happen with remarkable frequency.

There are several things I find of interest in this current
message. The most prominent is the statement by the Hathors
that the increase of plasma in the magnetosphere will
increase the vibratory rate of the KA body.

For the complete commentary go to 'Tom’s Observations'


Friday, February 06, 2009

Paradise of Song

It is time for this story to be told:

Paradise of Song
Ahangar was a mighty swordsmith who lived in one of Afghanistan's remote eastern valleys. In time of peace he made steel ploughs, shoed horses and, above all, he sang.

The songs of Ahangar, who is known by different names in various parts of Central Asia, were eagerly listened to by the people of the valleys. They came from the forests of giant walnuts trees, from the snowcapped Hindu-Kush, from Qataghan and Badakhshan, from Khanabad and Kunar, from Herat and Paghman, to hear his songs.

Above all, the people came to hear the song of all songs, which was Ahangar's Song of the Valley of Paradise.

This song had a haunting quality, and a strange lilt, and most of all it had a story which was so strange that people felt they knew the remote Valley of Paradise of which the smith sang. Often they asked him to sing it when he was not in the mood to do so, and he would refuse. Sometimes people asked him whether the Valley was truly real, and Ahangar could only say:

"The Valley of the Song is as real as real can be."

"But how do you know?" the people would ask, "Have you ever been there?"

To Ahangar, and to nearly all the people who heard him, the Valley of the Song was, however, real, real as real can be.

Aisha, a local maiden whom he loved, doubted whether there was such a place. So, too, did Hasan, a braggart and fearsome swordsman who swore to marry Aisha, and who lost no opportunity of laughing at the smith.

One day, when the villagers were sitting around silently after Ahangar had been telling his tale to them, Hasan spoke:

"If you believe that this valley is so real, and that it is, as you say, in those mountains of Sangan yonder, where the blue haze rises, why do you not try to find it?".

"It would not be right, I know that," said Ahangar.

"You know what it is convenient to know, and do not know what you do not want to know!" shouted Hasan. "Now, my friend, I propose a test. You love Aisha, but she does not trust you. She has no faith in this absurd Valley of yours. You could never marry her, because when there is no confidence between man and wife, they are not happy and all manner of evils result."

"Do you expect me to go to the valley, then?" asked Ahangar.

"Yes," said Hasan and all the audience together.

"If I go and return safely, will Aisha consent to marry me?" asked Ahangar.

"Yes," murmured Aisha.

So Ahangar, collecting some dried mulberries and a scrap of bread, set off for the distant mountains.

He climbed and climbed, until he came to a wall which encircled the entire range. When he had ascended its sheer sides, there was another wall, even more precipitous then the first. After that there was a third, then a fourth, and finally a fifth wall.

Descending on the other side, Ahangar found that he was in a valley, strikingly similar to his own.

People came out to welcome him, and as he saw them, Ahangar realized that something very strange was happening.

Months later, Ahangar the Smith, walking like an old man, limped into his native village, and made for his humble hut.

As word of his return spread throughout the countryside, people gathered in front of his home to hear what his adventures had been.

Hasan the swordsman spoke for them all, and called Ahangar to his window.

There was a gasp as everyone saw how old he had become.

"Well, Master Ahangar, and did you reach the Valley of Paradise?"

"I did."

"And what was it like?"

Ahangar, fumbling for his words, looked at the assembled people with a weariness and hopelessness that he had never felt before. He said:

"I climbed and I climbed, and I climbed. When it seemed as though there could be no human habitation in such a desolate place, and after many trials and disappointments, I came upon a valley. This valley was exactly like the one in which we live. And then I saw the people. Those people are not only like us people: they are the same people. For every Hasan, every Aisha, every Ahangar, every anybody whom we have here, there is another one, exactly the same in that valley."

"These are likenesses and reflections to us, when we see such things. But it is we who are the likeness and reflection of them -- we who are here, we are their twins..."

Everyone thought that Ahangar had gone mad through his privations, and Aisha married Hasan the swordsman. Ahangar rapidly grew old and died. And all the people, every one who had heard this story from the lips of Ahangar, first lost heart in their lives, then grew old and died, for they felt that something was going to happen over which they had no control and from which they had no hope, and so they lost interest in life itself.

It is only once in a thousand years that this secret is seen by man. When he sees it, he is changed. When he tells its bare facts to others, they wither and die out.

People think that such an event is a catastrophe, and so they must not know about it, for they cannot understand [such is the nature of their ordinary life] that they have more selves than one, more hopes than one, more chances than one -- up there, in the Paradise of the Song of Ahangar, the mighty smith.

Text: Idries Shah


Wednesday, February 04, 2009

UPDATE: Institute for Human Continuity

I recently came across the Institute for Human Continuity. I posted:

It seems that the '2012 agenda' has just ratcheted up a notch by the 'sudden' arrival of an organization calling itself the Institute for Human Continuity.

This organization claims to have been operating and researching covertly for 30 years since its first meeting in November 1978 in New Zealand. Their history further claims that they are composed of powerful business leaders and former government officials. And that in 2008 they agreed to go public with their research and their future initiatives.

Their website is professionally produced and compelling. Yet each individual should approach with their own considerations.

It has been brought to my attention (thanks Simon!) that this is a viral campaign for the upcoming 2012 film. As stated by Wikipedia:

The studio also started a viral campaign which includes the launch of a website published by the fictional organization Institute for Human Continuity where visitors could register for a lottery number to be part of a small population that would be rescued from global destruction

Just corporate media doing their thing - need to be more vigilant!