Rage for the Light!

RAGE FOR THE LIGHT

Dreams of Orstraya Outback

And towns like Kalgoorlie, Western Australia,

where once gold fever ran molten along the streets and

where now the gold Super Pit operates 24 hours a day

coughing up the ore of dreams, lost hopes and nightmares.

Where men are men,

and women are skimpy barmaids, topless or in transparent lingerie,

or whores tucked away in Hay Street where you can go

And watch the women sitting in brothel windows.

Kalgoorlie – where the wide streets and heritage hotels

Hide the underbelly of this outback gold-mining town:

where a white man can run over and kill an Aboriginal boy

  – Joshua Doughty, 14 –

in a Nissan Navara SUV, because he believed the motorbike

Doughty was riding had been stolen from his home.

A white man gets sentenced to a pathetic three years in jail

by an all-white jury

and may be released just 18 months – 18 measly, pathetic months –

after taking the life of a son, grandson, friend to many,

because he’s got black skin.

That’s what is okay in Kalgoorlie – kill a child because a possession is worth

More than Elijah’s life.

The killer’s not alone in a town notorious for its racism:

A leaflet out the Kalgoorlie train station reads in large, red writing:

“If a thief was to steal my motorbike, I would run him down with my Nissan Navara”.

It then added “cull a thief day, justice is served”.

In this town swirling with the wealth of gold dust, a possession is worth more

Than a child’s life.

A black child’s life, that is.

Goddamn it, that child had the right to a life – to live, to laugh, to play,

To sing, to dance, to have a future, to be loved by his family.

Not to be crushed under an SUV for the sake of a thing, a possession.

Because when possessions outweigh human life

– a black kid’s life –

A society is sick, rancid and heartless.

Remember Joshua  Doughty!

A pox on racism. A pox on racists.

Rage against the darkness of hate.

Rage for the light of tolerance and love of humanity,

For a better, kinder, loving world.

The Starship of Love

 

THE STARSHIP OF LOVE

1. UK

Parliament House scaffolding

In Westminster. Erected fast and efficiently.

Plenty of money and action for politicians’ halls

to  be prettified.

Grenfell Tower – Blackened, ruined shell

Stretching silent, black agony to the skies.

Nothing done.

Victims? Where? No voice for the blackened bones

contorted in agony, clutching phones transmitting love to

family, loved ones, friends as death approached.

Forgotten. Airbrushed to invisibility.

Live victims/survivorsf – shadows in the cupboards.

Shame hidden under silence.

Not in our names.

Time to shine our light:

We are One World. One Family. One Starship of Love

2. America

Dead schoolchildren, teachers shot to pieces,

Money for more guns, none for teachers or

Families shredded by monstrous murders.

Brave survivors betrayed by blood-soaked

Political leaders dancing in the millions of dollars

Donated by the murderous National Rifle Association.

Not in our names.

Time to shine our Light:

We are One World. One Family. One Starship of Love.

3. The World

Suicide bombers in Iraq, Afghanistan and other countries.

US drones dropping murder from a distance.

Tortured bodies – babies, children, parents, sisters, brothers,

Aunts, uncles, grandparents: laid out in rows in Syria from the bombs

Of Russia, the US, Turkey, Assad.

Gaza – Palestinian families, starving, water denied, bombs from screaming jets

Funded for Israel by the US armaments machine.

Black men lined up in slave markets in Libya, silent,

Terrified, dreams of freedom shredded.

Not in our Names.

Shine our Light:

We are one world. One family. One Starship of Love.

4. The Flight of The Starship of Love

Not in the name of us lovers: we care, we are not separate.

We dream of our brothers and sisters,

Of humanity united, standing together,

Woven together by the starry web spun by the galactic forces,

dropping like gossamer clouds to imbue us with oneness.

We are not the separate, selfish parts of a fractured world.

We who love, who care, who see ourselves as part of the star song of

Our united humanity,

baby boomers, generation X, millenials

we stand together/united as we

link arms, hearts, souls

To build the Starship of Love,

Hearts enfolding each other into a great march of humanity,

Building long tables of resistance, compassion, love,

equality, tolerance, open arms,

solidarity,

Rising up!

Shining our Light!

WE WILL BE INVINCIBLE!

Letting Go

Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of fear.

She let go of judgments.

She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
She let go of the committee of indecision within her.

She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.
Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice.

She didn’t read a book on how to let go.
She just let go.
She let go of all the memories that held her back.

She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go.

She didn’t journal about it.
She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.

She made no public announcement.

She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.

She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.

She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.

She didn’t utter one word.
She just let go.

No one was around when it happened. There was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her. No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort. There was no struggle.

It wasn’t good. It wasn’t bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

A small smile came over her face. A light breeze blew through her.

And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.

Here’s to giving ourselves the gift of letting go…

There’s only one guru ~ you.

                             Jennifer Eckert Bernau/Rev. Safire Rose (the exact author is uncertain)

Kali

A while back a good friend in the United States asked me to create a  painting of Kali, the Goddess of death, time, and doomsday. Just after this request, I visited a market and came across a small mask which, to me, embodied the essence of Kali. I had to paint in the red tongue which is the symbol of Kali but, once I’d got this central figure sorted, the rest flowed very easily. I really enjoyed creating this painting.

Kali is a fearsome figure, associated with violence but she also embodies feminine energy, creativity and fertility. I’d forgotten about this painting and came across it yesterday so thought I’d post the different images I created from the original artwork. These are reproduced with the permission of the painting’s owner.

Original painting of Kali

 

Angel Aura Healing

I had a lovely dream last night (since the Full Moon on 31st January I seem to be dreaming big-time although I don’t always remember the dreams).

In the dream, I half opened my eyes to see that angels, fairies and spirit energies were floating through my aura and healing it.  It was a very gentle energy but not very clear as I got the feeling I wasn’t supposed to see the Grace of the healing underway, just to “know” that it had been happening. I also felt I was supposed to let others know that this sort of healing went on at unknown levels.

It felt really wonderful as if I was floating in a sea of healing lights and beings, as if I were in a magical space, and I felt amazingly relaxed when I half woke up and remembered the dream. And ended up having a great night’s sleep without a great deal of the sciatic pain which often keeps me awake. I could definitely handle more of these dreams!

 

The Dreaming Songlines

I had a very vivid dream last night where I was setting out on travels to the far north of Australia with an Aboriginal lass. For some reason, she’d committed a crime, had been fined $7000 and ordered to go to the far north to work.

As she was testing the tyres of our 4-wheel-drive before we drove off, I had the sudden insight that she was being sent to the north as part of a new path for her, one where she was to embrace the songlines she’d come into this incarnation to embody. It was a challenge but part of her path on Earth.

At the same time, I was carrying quite a few powerful crystals and, as I walked around the vehicle, I kept finding more crystals including a beautiful pendant. All these I gathered in the bag I was holding.

I’m still working on understanding this dream but it was so clear and strong, I know it has resonance for me, just gotta be patient in working it out!