Earth, Wind, and Fire

 

Maurice White passed away recently, at age 74.

 

So many musicians who passed away this year, David Bowie, Glenn Frey, Merle Haggard, Prince. Music plays such  an important in our lives each passing is like a rift in our consciousness. But I wanted to talk about Maurice White and how I came to meet him..

I was in Los Angeles in 1993 on A Spiritual Journey to the U.S.  While giving a talk and demo of spiritual healing on a cable TV show I got a call from a gentleman who said he just turned it on and there I was. He was drawn to me, for whatever reason. I, knew him as someone from a past life in Egypt and in this life we meet many from the past..

Maurice White came to all my meditations in Pacific Palisades and even had several healing sessions. A very spiritual being, he actually had named his group Earth Wind and Fire after the astrological elements in his birth chart. (Turns out they're the same as mine).

We were good friends for the few months I remained there, even when I made a point of telling everyone about my spiritual beliefs. He suffered from Parkinson's and was in hiatus. Told me he felt better after each visit. And his group had a resurgence after that, make what you will.

 

This was just after the Los Angeles Earthquake of 1994. I bring change, and some, I help. I asked him once if he knew Michael Jackson, the Drowning Man because I felt he would need help. Perhaps I wasn't meant to help. Perhaps I was to leave L.A. so I could go to Texas and meet so many good people there as well.

Perhaps, you cannot save every one (for that depends on the choices they make, especially spiritual choices).

So we lost touch, and now, you think of all the people you have met, even peripherally. Bob Geldof, Mick Jagger, and many more. You cannot look to the past with regret for what might have been. That only takes you in a direction which prevents possibilities.

But, you still can look at the past with fondness, the lives you have touched and the good you did.

Bulgaria

Where goes Bulgaria? Europe?

I just got back from Bulgaria. Invited to visit and help a family with a boy with Autism, I found myself asking if there was more to my trip than this. And, as it turned out, yes, there was.

It's true that Autism is a very karmic illness, and helping others and my own family with this has been quite a journey.

And, it was very gratifying to see changes, in that child and many others I saw there. It would take time and effort, but, I saw them getting better, and that was enough for me.

But, the fact remains that wherever I go there will be change. Do I initiate the change, or, do I go where people are ready (or not?) Yes, there are places where just a little push in terms of energy is enough to shift whole societies, or, help people who already are receptive. Sometimes, even when I don't go somewhere, there is change, anyway. And, always, it helps me on the next stage of my journey.

I give a healing to a lady in Bulgaria. She asks if this is similar to what Djuna Davitashvili used to do. No, but there lies a story. Djuna Davitashvili was a faith healer who is claimed to have been the personal healer of Russian presidents Leonid Brezhnev and Boris Yeltsin. I meet her at an alternative medicine conference in Spain in 1991. I am invited to another conference in Moscow, in August of that year. I decline, and it is a good thing because there's a coup attempt around that time, and Russia descends into anarchy.

Everywhere I go, there is change. Iran, the U.K., USA.

So, what of Bulgaria? Well, ten years ago I met a Bulgarian gentleman over the Internet. He tells me about his Autistic son and I help so that, at the age of 6, he is recovering speech and getting better. Sadly, I lose touch and can't find his address before I leave this time around. But, I meet another person, a woman with er, political inclinations. I know I can help her, but, sadly, she is used to holding herself back, and the reaction to my being there is just, a little too, um, strong.

Bulgarian society is based on the Thracians, a warlike Indo-European people very like the Celts, all of whom proved very difficult for the Roman Empire to subjugate. They also had a matriarchal underpinning, and, like many of our kind, saw death as just another place along the continuum.

The Slavs and the Bulgars, a Turkic tribe, come later, so Bulgaria is where the movement of peoples and mixture of many cultures becomes so very strong.

I am also amazed to see how strong the earth energy is there. Because wherever I go, I heal the earth as well. The land is especially fertile. Even the food is especially nourishing, unlike our overproduced North American diet. And yes, there is weather change.

That part of Bulgaria usually gets large amounts of snow dumped on it this time of the year. When I arrive, the sun is out and it's 20 degrees Celsius. It stays around 15 degrees throughout my stay, and only goes down when I leave. Staying overnight In Vienna on my way back, everything is clear until, sitting in my plane on the tarmac at Vienna Airport, the storm finally arrives. Three weeks later, Europe is still under unusual Arctic conditions, but the part of Bulgaria where I was? Still, hardly any snow. (Not good, because farmers do need snow to provide water for next year's crops)

I go down to the Black Sea, and of course, coming all that way, I will have a dip. Brr! That's cold, of course, but it's OK.

There's the cape of Kaliakra, where, centuries ago, an invading army of Turks is about to defeat the native people. 40 maidens tie their hair together, and leap into the sea in an act of suicide rather than be taken prisoner. There is a statue there to commemorate their resistance, and they are national heroines.

Yes, I am very taken by the country, and the people. I can almost learn the language, and there seems no barrier between us. Bulgaria is a part of the European Union, but sadly that Union is not doing well for the Bulgarians. Farmers there get less subsidies than Hungarian farmers, and Bulgaria is an agricultural country. They were a lot better off under the Russian sphere of influence, and when all their produce was shipped to the Asiatic countries. Now, they are aligned with Europe, their traditions dying, and young people buy clothing made in Italy instead of their own country. The average salary is about 100 dollars a month, while serious faced European bureaucrats show up on TV to lecture them about using wood to heat their homes (pollution is bad, you know) Sorry, but natural gas at European prices is just a little too much beyond their means. And there still is a great deal of corruption.

So, where goes Bulgaria? Where goes Europe? Tonight, there is a Lunar eclipse that will affect North America. In two weeks time there will be a solar eclipse that will definitely affect Europe. The weather changes are just one sign of global change that is occurring everywhere, and even, in our selves. I mean, snow storms in Australia, in their summer? The signs are there.

So yes, there will be change in Bulgaria and Europe. Even, political change. I planted the seeds of spiritual change. Maybe I will go back, to teach. Maybe, I will go elsewhere. But I stood amongst the dancers I pictured here, and the love I felt for them and my thanks for the kindness they showed, will always be there.

What Next?

This has been a horrible year

As all the changes we spoke of have to pass, with so much devastation and suffering, thoughts turn to the people out there, as well as the ones closer to home. Yes, it has been a horrible year for so many of us. The Haiti earthquake was so terrible, the mind could not possibly believe a greater one could come. Yet it did, in the BP oil spill.

And now I say this, that more terrible things will come. Yet, they were so preventable, and all that human beings have to do is change. Yet, change is what we fear. And I have hope, but know how difficult that change will be.

So once again, in a year of turmoil, and after so many people close to me went through their own change, I am once again going through changes of my own. And it may be I will finally move out of Toronto, and the change will not be easy, not because of my own discomfort, but that my family must go through this as well.

But I also see hope for this planet, and for the people that I love. Be strong, you are protected and loved more than you realize.

Where Goest Thou, America?

This is America

The Gulf Coast Oil Spill is one of the greatest environmental disasters in American History.

It affects the environment, human health, and the balance of nature.

Yet no one understands why, or what is yet to come.

There will be more disasters. It will be a long time before the planet heals.

Why have I been drawn to America, yet, when I knew that things would really get worse, did I leave it?

Because when I warned them, they didn't listen. So Americans will now have to go through this period of time, and be ready to follow the spiritual path by following me, and then, and only then, will I come back to help heal this nation, and through them, the planet.

The ability to change

Be the change you wish to see

People ask me, when will things change? I always reply with how will things change?

I have fought an ongoing battle on behalf of the poor and the dispossessed, the spiritual seekers and those in need of healing or who were blocked from enlightenment for so long that I would like, just once, to lighten up :)

So here I am, and if there is one message of hope I can give, it is that yes, you can change. It doesn't matter what your karma is, or your age or religion or parents or societal upbringing or environment or material circumstance; you can change.

So there are problems in the world and your personal life, and maybe, you can't change that no matter how hard you try. But the greatest struggle, and the one that comes with the greatest outcome, is the one you make to change yourself.

I can't tell you any more than I already have as to how to accomplish that. But since my next message is going to be more...severe, I can say this: the answer lies within your self.

A Canada Place to Be.

This is a love letter to Canada, and also, a note for the future.

I was finishing my studies in Pakistan. I'd not made it to flight school in the Air Force, and now University was almost over. I knew it was time to leave. Sitting on a mountain top in the foothills of the Himalayas, I meditated, and ask to know what my next step would be. Within a month, my father decided we would all move to Canada.

First he checked out the U.S. He could have been posted to the Washington Embassy earlier in 1958 but the Ambassador, a friend, just died. We applied to immigrate there, which would have required I be drafted for the Vietnam War. I didn't care one way or the other (still believed that all communists were bad) but then he called his friend in Toronto and decided to move here.

The prophecy said Maitreya would come down from the Himalayas, board a plane in Pakistan, and fly to London. I did, but went on to Toronto, because my karma was there.

First job: Street cleaner. Let go the first day, even though in typical immigrant manner, I'd knocked myself out doing a great job. Noticed the only other person let go was a black man (None of the 'pink folk' were let go :) but after that, I got great jobs, and never had to face that problem again.

That is the beauty of Canada.. It has welcomed people from a hundred different countries and become stronger as a result. People of different faiths get along. Gay people can get married if they want. Louise Arbour, the UN High Commissioner for Human Rights, is a national treasure. Kids for Khadr, an Ontario school group, protests the inhumane treatment given to Canadian child soldier Omar Khadr in Guantanamo Prison, while the government hides behind rhetoric.

You go to a place, and you know you've been there before.. and here I rediscovered my native, shamanistic past. Here I started meditation classes that combined Spirit and Earth energy, for Canada is strong in earth energy. Wherever the native people gather, it is strong in energy, even though the earth itself has sadly, been weakened over the years and Canada's treatment of its native peoples is a karmic shame.

Canadians see themselves as a force for good in the world. Even with the present government, there is a fundamental decency. We care and invest in social causes. Every one has health care. Education is pretty good. Yes, Canada is fighting an unjust war in Afghanistan. Yes it's got a corporate fascist government and political parties (but not as bad as the U.S. we say-they on the other hand call us 'socialists' as though that's a Bad Thing)

Why, then, do I love this country? Because it's a place of refuge. There will come a time when the world will need it, and that is why I cherish it. Its vastness. Arrive in Northern Quebec, and you see the Aurora Borealis shimmering in magical light.

Great things will happen here.