Saturday, August 12, 2017


“There was music in the cafes at night and revolution in the air…”  Bob Dylan, Tangled Up In Blue

In anticipation of the times I believe are coming, and in deepest admiration and gratitude or each and every one of you that takes the time from their busy schedules to read me every month or so, I’d like to take this time to share something as a ‘thank you’ that I believe I’ve only passed along previously to my good friend Jasun ‘Horus’ley and his intrepid crew over at Auticulture in the comments section.

I’m continually amazed and humbled every week when I check and see how far in this day and age my words – and they’re only words – can reach all around the world.  And although I say they are only words, I still believe words have tremendous force in speaking will to power.  Revolutions will be started and universes can and will turn on the smallest, quietest act.  There are no unimportant ones and everything, everything, matters.  I know this as deep in my bones as I know that “they” in this demonocracy can feel us coming.

So let’s take these words and translate them into action…how?  In our own lives and in our roles as human beings, you HAVE to do something.  As my old friend Mike Ruppert told Abby Martin in one of his last interviews, “Fire your guns!”  It might be doing something as simple as eating products that aren’t GMO.  Say no to anything not organic; say no to vaccines for both yourself and especially your children.  Raise awareness among friends and family any way you can – put yourself, even in any small way, on the gears of the machine.  And remember as Jeff Wells used to say, seeing things and saying things can be the way the world changes.  Stop worrying about what people think of you for doing so.  The ones that think less of you aren’t worth your time or your thoughts or even one ounce of your energy anyway.  Lead with your humanity.  Question more.  Become your own assassin.  Burn it down.

Working on a new post even now, and I’ll be back soon with more outlier transmissions from the darker side of things, looking for the lights.  Until then, sail on all you star sailors, to this from poet Clarissa Pinkola Estes.  I couldn’t have said it better myself.  Namaste, thanks, and One Love my Brothers and Sisters.

We Were Made For These Times

My friends, do not lose heart. We were made for these times. I have heard from so many recently who are deeply and properly bewildered. They are concerned about the state of affairs in our world now. Ours is a time of almost daily astonishment and often righteous rage over the latest degradations of what matters most to civilized, visionary people.

You are right in your assessments. The lustre and hubris some have aspired to while endorsing acts so heinous against children, elders, everyday people, the poor, the unguarded, the helpless, is breathtaking. Yet, I urge you, ask you, gentle you, to please not spend your spirit dry by bewailing these difficult times. Especially do not lose hope. Most particularly because, the fact is that we were made for these times. Yes. For years, we have been learning, practicing, been in training for and just waiting to meet on this exact plain of engagement.

I grew up on the Great Lakes and recognize a seaworthy vessel when I see one. Regarding awakened souls, there have never been more able vessels in the waters than there are right now across the world. And they are fully provisioned and able to signal one another as never before in the history of humankind.

Look out over the prow; there are millions of boats of righteous souls on the waters with you. Even though your veneers may shiver from every wave in this stormy roil, I assure you that the long timbers composing your prow and rudder come from a greater forest. That long-grained lumber is known to withstand storms, to hold together, to hold its own, and to advance, regardless.

In any dark time, there is a tendency to veer toward fainting over how much is wrong or unmended in the world. Do not focus on that. There is a tendency, too, to fall into being weakened by dwelling on what is outside your reach, by what cannot yet be. Do not focus there. That is spending the wind without raising the sails.

We are needed, that is all we can know. And though we meet resistance, we more so will meet great souls who will hail us, love us and guide us, and we will know them when they appear. Didn't you say you were a believer? Didn't you say you pledged to listen to a voice greater? Didn't you ask for grace? Don't you remember that to be in grace means to submit to the voice greater?

Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach. Any small, calm thing that one soul can do to help another soul, to assist some portion of this poor suffering world, will help immensely. It is not given to us to know which acts or by whom, will cause the critical mass to tip toward an enduring good.

What is needed for dramatic change is an accumulation of acts, adding, adding to, adding more, continuing. We know that it does not take everyone on Earth to bring justice and peace, but only a small, determined group who will not give up during the first, second, or hundredth gale.

One of the most calming and powerful actions you can do to intervene in a stormy world is to stand up and show your soul. Soul on deck shines like gold in dark times. The light of the soul throws sparks, can send up flares, builds signal fires, causes proper matters to catch fire. To display the lantern of soul in shadowy times like these - to be fierce and to show mercy toward others; both are acts of immense bravery and greatest necessity.

Struggling souls catch light from other souls who are fully lit and willing to show it. If you would help to calm the tumult, this is one of the strongest things you can do.
There will always be times when you feel discouraged. I too have felt despair many times in my life, but I do not keep a chair for it. I will not entertain it. It is not allowed to eat from my plate.

The reason is this: In my uttermost bones I know something, as do you. It is that there can be no despair when you remember why you came to Earth, who you serve, and who sent you here. The good words we say and the good deeds we do are not ours. They are the words and deeds of the One who brought us here. 

In that spirit, I hope you will write this on your wall: When a great ship is in harbor and moored, it is safe, there can be no doubt. But that is not what great ships are built for.     


  1. Thank you. I think more and more of Edgar Cayce’s account of Atlantis - and the battle between the Children of the Law of One and the Sons of Belial or “those who follow Christ” and “those who follow self”....I believe we’ve chosen to come back now to fight this battle again. We are equipped.

  2. I need to remember to always come back to this, this is the most uplifting of all your posts and helped carry me through my own rough seas. I'd swear it's different every time I read it, through taint of my own bitterness, confusion, and feeling absolutely adrift as my world fell out from beneath my feet, this stands to remind me that I don't think you are the enemy though strings around us and tied to us seem to cross in funny ways.