Creating the Future

I’ve been awhile posting as we’ve had a very difficult situation with a huge hotel construction site opening up beside our apartment, noise of trucks going past night and day, and huge swags of dust coating our home. It’s been extremely stressful, exacerbated my fibromyalgia, and stirred up a right old cocktail of fibro fog in my head which left me mentally very incapacitated. You might say my creative mojo went walkabout for a long time, so I had to be patient until it returned. This morning I woke up feeling far more clear-headed, so I’m not going mad, just pottering with some art, and the above is Mo’s Mojo back at work, fired up for a bit of creative action!

I started up with a close-up photo (believe it or not) of some dried sage I keep in a neat little vase on my desk, it’s a very cleansing and protective plant spirit. I never quite know what I’m going to create, just that I got a nudge and a wink to work with the sage.

I fiddled around with various gizmos on Toolwiz, gradually growing the image until I got a plain version of the above, but felt it needed some magic within it. So I did a search for apps and found GlitterPhoto which is brilliant to use and added in all the sparkly bits.

Then I looked at it and wondered what the heck it represented!  Finally I remembered clear dream I had a while back where I was floating above the earth and looking at all the happenings below. I realised that, although it looked chaotic, there was in fact a sense of purposeful patterns below the seeming chaos. That’s what the above image represents – seeming chaos but magical change happening inexorably.

I believe we’re in a real upheaval here on this planet – a fundamental realignment where the interests of the very many are fighting their way to the surface, not just for humanity but for Mother Earth and all sentient creatures on board. We cannot leave our future to the billionaire class because it’s like Jabba the Hut, always looking to get more fat and bloated without any regard for the continued existence of this planet or future generations.

I think it’s exciting but only if we are co-creators – which means we have to get into action to create a future with a higher purpose. I’ve often looked at the battles which have gone on in the past when great upheaval has taken place – the advent of the industrial age, for example, and more currently technological change with the industrial age dying away. All too often, change has been accompanied by resistance, mainly because the employing class uses new technology to enrich itself and impoverish the very many.

But if we accept change is happening, if we step up to the plate, we can create a future which is quite different – where creativity is unleashed, where people stop being passive and become active, where technological advances are used for the whole of society not to be hogged by a super-wealthy minority. So I’m adding in John Lennon’s “Imagine” because I think it’s a brilliant composition and it is intertwined with the above image!

Rock Whispers

I created this from a photo my friend took in the Giraween National Park in the far north of New South Wales.

In the original photo, there is a rock with the clear shape of a mouth and from this I had the image of rocks whispering their magic and ancient knowledge to us over the eons, not necessarily in the words we humans see as necessary for communication, but in colours, images and rock art.

I Am Memory!

Around 2.30am, my husband let our dogs out and Maggie Mae came back to drop something on the bed beside me. I thought it was a rock and went to pick it up and put it away, only to find myself in close proximity to something very prickly. When I put the light on, I found we had a hedgehog in our bed, much to our surprise!  Luckily, our dog hadn’t harmed it although how she brought it in without the prickles hurting her mouth is beyond me. Anyway, said hedgehog was placed gently outside our front gate in the garden and had taken itself off when we got up this morning.

As this was so unusual, this morning I looked up the metaphysical meaning of hedgehog: Being a nocturnal creature, the symbolism of the hedgehog deals with intuition, psychic ability, prophetic dreams and visions. … That the hedgehog’s active time is at night is symbolic of “second sight.”

Which was absolutely true as, just before I awoke this morning, I had an amazingly powerful, initiatory dream which was incredibly clear. I could remember going back eons where I was told, along with other people – women and men – that we would far in the future remember when the time was right that a ceremony would take place. I was especially instructed by the leading light, a powerful woman, that I too was powerful and must remember the details of what was being created at the beginning gathering.

I was totally confident I’d remember when the time came that I would recall the memories of this special ritual and knew exactly that the time was now. I had to go to the top of a tower with all the others also present, then run down the steps in special robes carrying a chalice of herbs. Everyone was dancing – women and men – and when I get to the bottom the powerful woman was there to tell me that I am the chosen one.

I stepped outside, to see the moon covered in clouds. But as I stepped forward holding the chalice of herbs, the clouds suddenly cleared and a huge, absolutely huge moon emerged. I held the chalice up and chanted loudly: “I Am Memory! I Am Memory! I Am Memory!” And the powerful woman stepped forward and told me I was the High Priestess of Memory.

I felt quite stunned when I woke up and exhilarated.  It explains my deep connection to rocks, stones and crystals and the memories I sense within them. And it was also exhilarating to have experienced such a powerful dream. I’ve read of dreams like this but never experienced one. They can’t be forced but, by golly, when they do turn up out of the blue – as this one has – it is quite transformational!

Streets of London

A friend just posted a link to this song, Streets of London, by Ralph McTell, so I’m posting it here too with a more subdued version of an image from an early post.

It’s one of my favourite songs, one I played forever and a day when I lived in London from 1970-72. So poignant!

In this instance, I dedicate it to the courage, humour and resilience of all who live in London given recent events, and see this powerful song also as a call to our humanity to show compassion for all, regardless of their circumstances!

Hope

Hope  

Old spirit, in and beyond me,
keep and extend me. Amid strangers,
friends, great trees and big seas breaking,
let love move me. Let me hear the whole music,
see clear, reach deep. Open me to find due words,
that I may shape them to ploughshares of my own making.
After such luck, however late, give me to give to
the oldest dance…. Then to good sleep,
and – if it happens – glad waking.

 

~ Philip Booth ~

(Lifelines: Selected Poems 1950-1999)

In Praise of Heroes

This is in honour of true heroes Ricky John Best and Taliesin Myrddin Namkai-Meche who were stabbed to death on a Portland train when they both stood up to protect two girls being verbally attacked by a white supremacist because on of the young girls was wearing a hijab.  A third man, 21-year-old Micah David-Cole Fletcher is in hospital with serious injuries after also being stabbed.

Their courage and sacrifice will never be forgotten. Their names will be honoured.

The Land of Plenty


The Land of Plenty 

Don’t really have the courage
To stand where I must stand.
Don’t really have the temperament
To lend a helping hand.
 
Don’t really know who sent me
To raise my voice and say:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.
 
I don’t know why I come here,
Knowing as I do,
What you really think of me,
What I really think of you.
 
For the millions in the prison,
That wealth has set apart –
For the Christ who has not risen,
From the caverns of the heart –
 
For the innermost decision,
That we cannot but obey –
For what’s left of our religion,
I lift my voice and pray:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.
 
I know I said I’d meet you,
I’d meet you at the store,
But I can’t buy it, baby.
I can’t buy it anymore.
 
And I don’t really know who sent me,
To raise my voice and say:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.
 
For the innermost decision
That we cannot but obey
For what’s left of our religion
I lift my voice and pray:
May the lights in The Land of Plenty
Shine on the truth some day.
 

~ Leonard Cohen ~

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