Monday, January 31, 2011

The People Are Revolting

And not just in Egypt

Revolutions always begin with a small act.

This one began when a fruit seller in Tunisia killed himself. He had been forced to take down his food stand because he couldn't pay a bribe. Unable to feed himself or his family, he set himself on fire as a protest. His death caused widespread riots that led to the government being overthrown.

This led to a wave of self immolation in North Africa. Three people in Egypt caused the people to take to the streets. They were tired of the corruption and rise in food prices. They are still there in the streets, six days later, and calling for the brutal dictator Hosni Mubarak to step down. The US is caught flat footed, they'd been supporting him for thirty years. The Europeans are silent. The Palestinian dictator Abbas and Saudi King Fahd issue statements of support for Mubarak, and Israel, defending its ally, asks the West to "tone down its rhetoric against Mubarak"

The lunar and solar eclipses of Dec. 2010 and Jan. 2011 have brought great change to the US and Europe, as I foretold. I should mention the Jan. 04 eclipse was visible in Cairo as well as across the M.E.

The floods, the political changes, the environmental disasters have all followed, as foretold. There even was a 7.2 scale earthquake off California, where the lunar eclipse was strongest. The wave of Nationalism. Hungary has a new nationalist government that rejects the IMF and is taking back control of the economy. Egyptians are united as Christians and Muslims reject violence and say "we are all Egyptian"

We are seeing the failure of globalization and interventionist colonial wars. The US has become irrelevant. Europe is struggling to overcome its own financial mismanagement.

Food prices have skyrocketed. People are angry at the greed, corruption, and fraud. They have lost their homes. The world's economies were diverted to enrich a few, who go unpunished for their criminality. People are also angry when money is available to fight wars while they have not enough to feed their families.

It is starting again, as it always has. The actions of a few, snowballing. Poland 1948, Hungary 1956, worldwide in 1968, and Egypt, 2011. The world is not coming to an end, it is a beginning. The next place where people will rise will be Europe, and then, America.

This is the message:


We will not be governed by you.

Update: Feb. 05, 2011.

The leadership of the ruling party has resigned. The dictator's party, and the U.S., wants 'an orderly transition'. The people of Egypt have refused, stating they will not stop the protests until he leaves. They deserve our admiration and support. Who could imagine the actions of one man, so changing the balance of power in the world?

Friday, January 28, 2011

The Dog, Shifted

Into another dimension, that is

Occult studies fascinate me because they acknowledge the possibilities of other dimensions. Integrating that within Spiritual Healing and Teaching is one of the paths I chose to follow. The chakras are a part of that; they are doorways into other dimensions. So when I heal, people sometimes go...elsewhere. But the fun really begins when all this happens randomly, anywhere:)

My wife Chloe has learned to er, follow her nose:) because when you turn left, instead of right, who knows where your instinct has led you?

When one learns, and goes into the deeper levels of Psychism, then it is not merely a matter of following your intuition, but that you go into another space where things...happen.

Shirley MacLaine, when she wrote about her out of body experiences, wrote about seeing herself as connected to her body by a cord of light, and that one must not let go of it, or you might not be able to find your way back. And it's true. There are dangers.

I. on the other hand, teach how to let go, so that you not only shift into other dimensions, but, you take others with you.

This happened in 2005. It was during one of the torrential downpours we'd been having for many years now, which was so uncharacteristic of Toronto. Chloe was walking down a different street on her way to the store. There was a dog, sitting very still in the rain, watching the street. A man walking by also stopped. Was the dog lost?

Chloe felt no, so she asked it where do you live, dog? It heard her, of course, and got up and went a hundred yards the other way to a house. They knocked at the door, dog waiting patiently beside them.

Excuse me ma'am, have you lost a dog? No, it's inside (not even looking at dog beside them, or, somehow she can't see it)

Are you sure? Pointing at dog. Oh, my God!! How'd he get out? Front door's locked. So's the back, and the garden gate (she has to show them that) Big mystery, I'm sure. Dog walks back in, Chloe goes on.

There are places in the Universe where time, space, and the void converge. Sometimes people tap into that. An object disappears and you never find it until you see it in front of you. Or time warps around and you wonder what happened to it.

The space beyond our physical reality exist, whether we can see them with our five senses or not. We can learn to do that, or do so unknowingly. You can see the future, gain knowledge, teleport from behind closed doors, do magic, be invisible.

Children do that, then forget as they become adults. I don't want my children to ever forget, so, I teach them. And also teach others'.

And our faithful friend, the dog? They teach us too. In the time to come, we will all need faithful friends.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

My Life As A Spy

My professor was a spy

CIA, that is. Everyone in my Liberal Arts College in Pakistan knew our History Professor was an American Spy. So, I asked him. And he told me he wasn't a spook type, but, like most people in the Agency, was an analyst who wrote reports about people's opinions and whatever was written in the Pakistani press.

I thought that was a cool job. Analyse information, write reports which could influence policy? Sure.

With my family's military background, my education in politics, history and economics? Sure. Not passing my final exam for the Air Force Academy, I still could go into the Army. Many of my friends already had (one went on to become the head of Pakistan's fearsome ISI, one of the world's best intelligence agencies, if not the best).

But my path was into medicine and spirituality, and to come to Canada. But I've always been interested in the hidden forms of knowledge and patterns of history, and, I am a 'spook' type personality anyway:) So yes, I studied the world's intelligence agencies, and What They Were Up To.

Now, I do believe in the necessity of intelligence gathering. I do understand the need for security services to keep tabs on potential threats, internal and external. I do believe democracies need to protect themselves, as long as there are safeguards against infringement of individual rights or societal freedoms. They do need to not become private police forces for various economic interests or for political aggrandizement disguised as 'protecting Democracy'.

So these are my thoughts, and no, I never did join the Agency or any others. However, I did, in the course of my many travels, come across many interesting people and situations. Maybe it's because of my nature? Perhaps.

There are a great many good books on intelligence agencies, but the one I especially like is "The CIA And The Cult of Intelligence", by Victor Marchetti and John Marks, CIA and State Department employees who detail how the CIA has strayed from its original purpose of "collecting and analysing information on foreign countries, politicians and corporations, and strayed into clandestine activities". I also like Mossad case officer Victor Ostrovsky's "By Way of Deception", which he wrote "to draw attention to the corruption and shortcomings he claims to have witnessed in the Mossad. Ostrovsky has repeatedly argued that intelligence-gathering agencies must be permitted certain operational freedoms, but that significantly increased governmental oversight is necessary". I also like Noam Chomsky's writing and regularly read Covert Action, a now defunct magazine (which you can still find on the Internet)

And one more book which I think is a classic, "The CIA's Greatest Hits" by Mark Zepezauer, Odonian Press 1994, which details the CIA's role in political assassinations, mind control, the drug trade, and money laundering. It follows that the CIA and related agencies, not having changed at all since the Senator Church investigations of the 70's, most likely are continuing similar activities to this day.

Intelligence gathering has always been used as tools for the furtherance of national policies and hegemonies. If you were a king, you wanted to see who was plotting against you or what the neighbouring country was up to. During wartime, intelligence gathering took on a military slant. And as democratic countries became more and more open, secret services became more and more er, secretive. And when government tried to regulate you, you would get into illegal businesses like drugs and arms smuggling to finance your operations. (The CIA's alliance with the Mafia began when it needed help preparing for the invasion of Italy)

And, as the world becomes an even more smaller place with globalization, control of dissent, and unipolar policies disguised as competing political philosophies, (which I'll address later, that's an even longer article) the need to control people, and even more so, their minds, becomes even more imperative.

So, it comes as no surprise when:

  • various agencies plant stories or control the media

  • agents become 'journalists' and 'news editors'

  • NY publishing houses get taken over

  • Agency involvement in LSD experiments are revealed decades after the fact

  • Various mind control cults, psychological therapy and alternative spirituality groups have agency fingerprints all over them (I get no funding, alas :)

  • Wild theories and other memes get planted on the Internet to compete with and discredit real information

  • And they spy on and listen to every phone call, e-mail, text and blog.

But my real concern is when assassination is used as a tool to not only silence opposition, but also, to create fear and division in society.

Or false flag attacks are used to provide justification for war.

Or mentally ill and immature people are encouraged to commit random acts of violence.

Or 'religious leaders' use all sorts of twisted theology to justify killing people.

Or criminal masterminds get away with crashing banks and stealing trillions, and no one polices them.

And millions of people die in wars because they're living on oil fields or in the way of gas pipelines, and we kill them because they'd prefer it be used for their benefit, not global oil controllers.

There is a war going on right now to gain control of the earth's resources and people. Those who stand in the way get exterminated, or controlled by various despotic rulers and 'insurgent' armies, who coincidentally happen to be armed with guns smuggled in to them by various American and European agencies, as opium and precious metals get smuggled out.

As Federal whistleblower Sibel Edmonds says, “You get to a point where it gets very complex, where you have money laundering activities, drug related activities, and terrorist support activities converging at certain points and becoming one”.

So we create a desert with CIA controlled drones and State Department mercenaries and call it "exporting democracy" and "defending our country".

But what democracy? And what country is there to defend when we are continuously lied to, and our freedom slowly taken away?

In these difficult times what I can suggest is, do not give up your independence, do not buy their stuff, or their ideas. Do not be, a slave.

And it is so funny when they spend so much time spying on us, that some of us, spy back :)

Saturday, January 15, 2011

The Cat Came Back


There was a ginger cat my friend Heather and I met 6 years ago. We were coming back from a concert in Devon around midnight when we saw this cat lying across the road. It had been hit by a car, and sadly, was quite dead. No movement and the flow of blood from its head had stopped.

I held it for a while. Then I moved it to the side of the road for the night.

In the morning we went back to bury it, but it was gone. We assumed a fox had carried it away.

When I returned to Canada I heard that 'Ginger' had turned up again. It was fine, and started coming up to the house every day.

Yesterday I got another message. Ginger is still, quite well. She comes up for food and love, and then dozes off on the warm, sunny bed made for her.

Remember that miracles can always happen for you too.

Update: The cat has now been named Amber. Heather recently lost her beloved Dalmatian, Poppy, and now Amber is there for her. Amber is a healing and grounding stone for spiritual energies. May you all, find healing too.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

The Water of Life

I am the sailor who sails the sea

Water, the healer

The energy of Water

When we left Atlan, we looked back one last time at our home. The Blue Planet, so called because it was covered mostly by water. And we flew here to Earth; once again, to a new, blue, planet.

And when we fled the destruction of Atlantis, we were the sailors who sailed the sea, till we found new homes in other, distant lands.

When I do my healing I see, once again, our relationship with water. The energies I pick up and cleanse myself with afterwards, are, water. (Fire and Earth and Air and Spirit too, but that is another article on the natural forces, or energies)

I was reminded recently of how out of balance we are, with water. The number of people who are ill with emotional illness and pain, are out of balance with water. (Cancer is an emotional illness as well, but here I'm only dealing with the energy of water, and our relationship with it)

If you search for Masaru Emoto's images of water, you will see the beauty within it. His crystalline pictures are stunning.

Our connection with the Psychic, or emotional chakras is thrown out of balance and only by exploring those energies can we start our own healing. But I want to speak about water.

It is no coincidence that Australia and Germany had catastrophic floods recently. The Earth itself is out of balance and has lost its ability to nourish us, but must heal itself. Hence, the changes in weather and other disasters in the making. This time last year we had the earthquake in Haiti. The year before that the War against Gaza, another imbalance which is a result of the imbalance within us.

And then again, the floods in England just after we arrived in 2007. The vision of the Asian Tsunami I had ten years before it actually happened. The visions of more, to come.

The earth, like us, consists of water. The weather that affects our food supply depends on the oceans, our climate on the balance between warm and cold ocean currents, and human life, on a safe supply of water to drink. Yet we continue, in our blindness and greed, to exploit and pollute it in a manner that can only be called insane. If there's one last pristine source of water left, we will want to exploit it for a mining company, or oil sand processing facility, or Coca Cola. And we add a known neuro-toxin like Fluoride to our drinking water and pay a ridiculous premium for bottled water. And, after vaccinations, the primary cause of cancer in society is the pollutants we pump into our air and water. As I said, insane.

But you already know all that. You just don't know how to fix that.

There is a river that flows across the Universe. When it hits this planet it will sweep us all away. Don't fight it, just ride it like a surfer riding a wave.

And those who are ready, follow me.

Ps: As I write this in June 2011, radioactive waste from the Fukushima nuclear meltdown continues to pour into the Pacific Ocean. This may turn out to be one of the greatest environmental disasters, ever. What will it take to get people to wake up and heal the planet?

Sunday, January 09, 2011

St Francis's Prayer

The Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.

Where there is hatred, let me sow love;

where there is injury, par­don;

where there is doubt, faith;

where there is despair, hope;

where there is darkness, light;

and where there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;

to be understood as to understand­;

to be loved as to love.

For it is in giving that we receive;

it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;

and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.


Monday, January 03, 2011

Mother Mary Comes To Me

Mary's Tomb

The view from the Marian Hills, Pakistan

There is a town in the North of Pakistan that used to be called Mari, before the British changed the name to Murree. Lying in the foothills that lead to Kashmir, it is also close to the Buddhist centre of Taxila. The peaceful valleys and distant mountain views remind one of Shangri-La.

There has been a grave on a hillside there for almost two thousand years. When the Muslims arrived in the area they saw Hindus praying at the shrine, and, noting that it appeared to be of Jewish origin, began to pray there too, since this obviously was the grave of a holy person of the "people of the Book".

The locals have always called the place "the mount of Mariam", and the area, Mari, because it is reputed to be the final resting place of Mary, the mother of Jesus.

The British wanted to build a fort there, so they tried to disinter the remains. Thousands of people, who believed the shrine gave them special protection, protested. During a time of severe drought in 1916 the townspeople had prayed for rain which then started to pour that day and continued for three days. The British left the tomb alone, and when the engineer who'd wanted to tear it down died in an accident shortly after, the people said it was because of his impious ways.

I was aware of the legend because of its connection to the whole Jesus lived in India story. It is a story that lives in many masonic and theosophic circles; I make no claim as to its veracity.

But, I moved there with my school during the 1965 India-Pakistan war to escape the bombing of our air force base, and I visited the area once again, during my 1995 trip to the Indian sub-continent, so, I was drawn to it.

So there I was, in the winter of 1995, and I knew I wanted to visit her grave. Except it was now surrounded by an air force base, and lay at the foot of a telecommunication tower, so it was off limits to visitors.

No matter; I talked my way in, and got a tour with the commanding officer, and yes, I felt her wild, restless energy there. I prayed for her, and thanked her for the many times she had come to me. It is a peaceful place, where she rests, and you know that this is the sort of valley that her son Jesus came to live in in the later years of his life, after the crucifixion. There is barbed wire around the grave to keep trespassers out, but that is ok. She does not need visitors to her grave, or to be worshipped.

These are the messages that are coming through. It will be a spiritual time that has nothing to do with religion, that time has gone. The amount of destruction and chaos will be great, but that is a result of the imbalance in our selves and the fear of change. I have been saying this for 35 years now, and people still would not accept that message. Now they must go through what they must.

But, I stood on that hill and there, I felt that great peace. All one has to do is think of her, and she will be there.

Saturday, January 01, 2011

Prejudice? Not

We are indeed, prisoners of our prejudices

We were a polyglot group of foreigners living in our neighbourhood of Tokyo in the 50's. Jews, Muslims, Christians, Pakistanis, Iranians, Americans, British. Children of diplomatic staff who I thought all got along very well with each other, until one day I realized that actually, we didn't.

A group of my friends got together to beat up another of my friends. Why? Because they were Muslim, and he, Hindu. So there were four of them with sticks, waiting for him to show up. They wanted me to join them, but I said no.

Walking away, the wrongness of this struck me. I found him shopping for his mom. When the others attacked, he swung his shopping bag at them, and a glass bottle cut open one kid's head. I told them to leave him alone. When they complained about my warning him, I said "too bad, but it was wrong"

These children were 6-7 years old. We had all played together, and now, because one parent influenced his child, a whole gang were going to beat up on a kid because of what? His parents worshipped another form of God? I doubt that they understood the er, theological differences; they just were being conditioned to hate the other.

Going to school in Pakistan, there were Christians and Hindus who people just had to make comments about. So, contrarian that I was, I had to befriend them. There was one Hindu who had a particularly bad time of it; yet, in visiting his home I found out he actually was related to our family by marriage. Small world.

On the other hand, while growing up in India, my grandparents brought in Hindu tutors who actually snuck in history textbooks about how "cruel the Muslim rulers had been". Oy vey. And my brother told me how a Jewish kid at Karachi Grammar school had been treated very unkindly and how bad he felt about it. Me, I'd have made him my best friend for life :)

And here in the Western world, I see how prejudices against Islam are being manipulated to justify a war against a billion and a half Muslims, and so, even though I'm not one myself, I try to defend them against this. It doesn't matter if the subject had been Jews or Evangelical Christians, it is always the unfairness of the attacks, the views of the stronger against those with no voice against prejudice, that gets me riled.

But this isn't a riff about How Liberal I Am. Many of my views might be termed non-PC, and I am more revolutionary than 'liberal'. What interests me is the psychology of how certain images and prejudices are conditioned into us, not just by religion or society or parents, but by our own experiences and learning.

Of course we have stereotypes and archetypes that might even be reinforced by personal experience and knowledge. Even as an Astrologer I have no problem generalizing about the 12 Astrological signs, because there are no good signs or bad ones. Similarly, while I know that each race and nation has its own karma and er, characteristics, no one is bound by them, because we all have free choice, and the gift of being able to step outside of our own conditioning.

So, I think it is so sad that Muslim kids, or Hindus, or Jews, or Christians, or heterosexuals, or, er, white folk (trust me, 'brown' folk have their own prejudices) learn to fear the other. I think it is so sad that prejudice is so pervasive it can be manipulated for external purposes.

Yet, the heart knows what it loves. How sad it would be if we excluded so many from the list of those whom we can love?