<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705</id><updated>2011-11-05T06:53:04.082+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Counterspin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-5771238147835752321</id><published>2011-07-21T11:45:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T11:45:50.673+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Is Passing Away</title><content type='html'>Every day we are fed lies from the mass media. For most of the planet, the truth of what we find every day, is never reported. Even the news is contrived and those keen to find dirt, are ever looking. Hence the hacking into our private lives, as is the case with the 'News" syndicate. It does not stop there, but is merely the tip of the iceberg for those keen on shaping the world via criminality. A need for the masses to awaken and begin to have a voice to say 'enough is enough' would certainly lend support to those like myself, who are intent on telling the truth of what really is happening in our day to day lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are that the world has to hit the 'wall' as it were, before such mass awakening begins to happen. It is indeed unfortunate that we have become so fearful that lessons needed to be learnt about surrendering to the breath, or 'spirit' side of ourselves, may preclude us from going through the mass changes that have only just started. If ever tribal voice was needed, it is now. The true Elders on the planet, the Australian Aborigines are gradually preparing through the 'procession of the equinoxes' for such tribal voice to be heard planet wide, beginning next year. However, the rot from the rule of criminals in our lives, is now beginning to show itself in unmistakeable terms. It is impossible for such to quell the growing resistance to such all encompassing control that freedom of the individual has been long forgotten. Such lost freedom drives masses to begin to collectively show their anger, and this is gradually beginning to rise. Of course, I believe this has all been planned, and such uprising has been noted by those who hold the money bags, most of these being criminal in element at this time. How they intend to escape scrutiny in the days to come, will be interesting indeed, as whistleblowers world-wide begin to show themselves. Of course, many of these pay with their lives, but the reaction of those holding the power, show that they are unable to stop the whistle from being blown in more and more ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was 'wiki-leaks', and now it is concerned citizens speaking out, such as this blog, for example. Hopefully, sooner rather than later, the masses will begin their uprising. If the latter, expect to see all kinds of anarchy showing world-wide that the world will no longer tolerate such criminal behaviour whether from banks, or those in league with them in government. As most of 'government' these days are fascist, history bears out that these have never been in power for a long time. It is clear that such, are in the path of a clean sweep, and that is what is upon us, as the unsustainable begin to die a natural death of their own making. The truth is out there to be known, no matter how much inside engineering is being done. One cannot suppress the masses for long, and the voices of the suppressed begin to rise for all to hear. Gone will be the lies and the subterfuge of those seeking to survive the wrath of the masses once the uprising begins. No longer will the CEOs of major corporations plead not guilty to criminal activities. Individuals will have to answer for the criminality done in the name of a corporation that in days to come, will have no place in the new world. That day of reckoning, is not far away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready for it? I am............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windstill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-5771238147835752321?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/5771238147835752321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=5771238147835752321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/5771238147835752321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/5771238147835752321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2011/07/old-is-passing-away.html' title='The Old Is Passing Away'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-3731059696333919648</id><published>2011-05-03T07:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T07:33:38.930+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Living with the Blaise Crowd</title><content type='html'>The majority of people know what is going on in the planet but still choose to live life as though it isn't happening. Keep the game going, so the life lived based on living an image goes on, seems to be the motto. This is why the term "Blaise" is being used for such a crowd, for nothing is being said or done to change much. So the vast majority of people still hope the soft life goes on longer than it can sustain, regardless of conesquence(?) My concern with such attitudes is that this is a perilous route to take into the future, for one has no direction other than what another is dictating to the crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the changes of the whole planet begin to dawn on humanity, it will be too late to do any serious preparation that needs to actually be done now. If the planet does choose to cleanse itself of everything that She does not know, nor want, then the vast majority of the crowd will simply cease to be, with all of their short dreams going nowhere. It is sad really, for there is no secret knowledge any more, at least in the kind that one cannot find out about through sluice work and digging deep. I write this counterspin blog, for it is sad for me to witness such an event beginning to solidify, without sounding a warning that it is time for us to make a stand if we wish to survive even if it means just by our basic instincts. Better that, than wallow in our misery with woe for not having done the necessary homework we all have had time to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It nearly is too late for those not ready, to have their consciousness survive what is coming down the pike, but for those prepared to do the serious and hard road from now to get up to speed, then the work is certainly cut out for you, with no delay, to begin to get ready for. No time for delay past this warning; as no doubt world events will begin to show, as will local ones. For those already awake and alive; they will know how their thoughts are now manifesting in a big way, and teaching the lesson that it is now time to learn to control one's thoughts, for the best outcome to come true for you. In other words, be able to stand objectively outside of one's own processes, without necessarily being caught up with the emotion of the moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless where you are, I write this with pastoral concern, over a don't care attitude, for it is in the compassion that genuine sharing and caring can shine the best. I wish for the best for all readers, and hope that the awakening is not too difficult or painful as we begin to unfold the future.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blindness will end just in over a months time now, so am getting ready to get back into the saddle and write again, for all of those loyal readers who have followed things I have written for years now. Just a bit longer now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for the survivors!&lt;br /&gt;Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-3731059696333919648?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/3731059696333919648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=3731059696333919648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/3731059696333919648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/3731059696333919648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2011/05/living-with-blaise-crowd.html' title='Living with the Blaise Crowd'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-4627276251932632754</id><published>2011-01-03T18:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T18:19:25.641+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Made Floods</title><content type='html'>Having lived out in nature for half the year, this year; I have watched as the chemtrails went from steady rain, to building sky high clouds that gave thunderstorms. At first they did not get it right, but over time, they perfected the art to a certain extent. The powers that be, that put these things into the air, would have us believe that we are the cause of the global warming, whereas a crucial part of this weather manipulation, is by putting billions of volts into our atmospheres, to focus the rain and storms. They full well know that if caught out in their lies, that the peoples will have nothing more to do with such disasterous governments that allow flooding to occur so they can perfect their own art, or do things to their own political gain. Those who do know about this, also know that they themselves can control weather, and have experimented myself, with nature giving me a sole performance out there in the bush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It serves the people nothing to allow such to persist, and to be constantly told lies as to the nature of our reality foisted onto us, whether we like it or not. Just like the bully boy tactics to try and introduce flouride to as many towns water supplies as possible. In actual fact, the case that the global governments are now making, with local governments kowtowing to such power hungry one worlders, is that they are actually making a case for individual sovereignty to come back, and we take our own power away from such ego trippers. The day for their tom foolerie, is almost up, if not already, then it soon will be. We are not as dumb as they think, and many are aware and awake, too many to now suppress, and with them emboldened to do everything as though nobody knows anything. Our senses tell otherwise, and it is easy to understand why anarchy is in the ranks of the people underground. Time will see that surface, no doubt, and there will be only one lot of people responsible for such. The government itself, are the terrorist trainers and handlers, and are rapidly becoming the enemy, where they should be working on behalf of the people who put them there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The technology is there, even if suppressed, to end all of this charade. Only a revolution, will end such suppression, just as it was in the French Revolution. Sad to state, but true to see. Spoken from a guy who sees the road where the rubber meets the road.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-4627276251932632754?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/4627276251932632754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=4627276251932632754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/4627276251932632754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/4627276251932632754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2011/01/man-made-floods.html' title='Man Made Floods'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-605207618957753121</id><published>2010-12-31T16:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T16:20:50.410+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Australian Governments Moving Towards Nuclear Power(?)</title><content type='html'>Those who have been following cutting edge technologies, and see what has been suppressed, simply cannot get used to the fact, that government bodies simply will not look at these! Why still try to push dinosaur technologies to the world, just because we have the resources? There are much more friendly alternatives, though methinks the world has to be turned on its head, before they will even look at such, due to the fascist world state we now live in. The industrial military complex knows what zero technology entails, for they use much of it, and keep us in the dark, or under their seeded nano-chip chemtrails. The want is to keep these technologies just for weaponry, over healing, and scalar waves can be used to both; so why the silence for decades?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evolution is not happening towards such new technology, and due to this fact, methinks that the world will be facing revolution over evolution due to the short sightedness and greed of those in power. Power corrupting, and being able to be part of an old boy's network, is appealing to those with the trappings of power. Obviously, this is not keeping up with change, and we all know what happened to a lot of cultures who refused to change, even if they are admirable! That too, can happen to a global situation, due to an eventual virus corrupting the single-mindedness of boot polishers. Make sure that everyone is looking a certain way, with only so many flavours to choose from....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for individuals to change, for the collective is not..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-605207618957753121?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/605207618957753121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=605207618957753121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/605207618957753121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/605207618957753121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2010/12/australian-governments-moving-towards.html' title='Australian Governments Moving Towards Nuclear Power(?)'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-1770699371286736874</id><published>2010-12-15T09:10:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:10:42.405+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing the Score</title><content type='html'>I do not need wikileaks to know what the score is! I do know that the industrial complex runs the show, and that the illuminati has not had the best intentions for the world at heart. I know that the masses are ruled by a select few, who think they are in control (for now). I am aware of the new technologies, from the cutting edge of alternative medicine and indigenous medicines, to the UFOs and the reverse engineering done that has sped up our own knowledge and tools of trade, (from the small crafts, to the Mother Ships). I am also aware of using new technologies in bad ways that could be used for healing instead, such as scalar wave technologies, zero point technologies, HAARP, and chemtrails that I have personally watched in many countries crossing all boundaries. Weather manipulation, controlling earthquakes and tsunamis, hurricanes, and cyclones, flooding, etc. All man made, with the purpose of being at war with earth citizens for the feeding of some idealogical philosophy seeing how far they can control reality itself. I am well aware of where the technology is at, and that seeing War of the Worlds (Tom Cruise) showing the kinds of technology already known and used and tested in the middle east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also aware of indigenous cultures and their suppression and feeding of racist policies so that genocide continues to this day; keeping masses in poverty, and how best they divide and conquer! I am shamed by those in power, and their abuse of such power in the constant standing over of anyone, and if they play the game too well, of the moving of the goalposts at the last minute, so that the nonsense may persist. I am aware of all that in my world, just as I am of my own arsehole! It gets attention, but not in an undue way, for it is not the natural world I am looking at, but the twisting of life to suit the purposes of a few that is in question. In the grand scheme of things, what is being done, will be no more than a fart in the wind, and if anything is to be remembered, it wont be who put a dome on the pyramids, or any other stupid power play, but what one did to further our natural states and this level of learning in order to graduate cleanly to new levels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also aware that those perpetrating such evil in the world, certainly will reap the karma due them, if not this life, then their dreams (for example: Oil) will be realized in the next level when they are turned into the very thing they dreamt about in this life, for an eon, such as oil. It happened in the dreamtime for many people getting the world as we now know it from the ancestors of the past who refused to play by the rules, and got changed into weird forms in this reality from our own very past. I see the same happening for all those keeping a lid on the good in life due to their own selling of their souls to evil to stop the flow to their own ends. It will not be good for them, in the larger picture, and contributes to us all learning the lessons more acutely as we near a crossing point, where everything gets turned upside down, and we go back to living tribally again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much to hate, but more to love in this life, though I write this column to show that I am fully aware of what is going on. It is not my focus generally however, and if one looks at the numbers of entries of my counterspin over my positive spin, then this one amounts to my arsehole for the attention needed daily. Never that much, and I flush it all away! I will be glad to one day say good riddance to the rubbish, and the small mindedness of petty people who think they know it all, and show they really know nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-1770699371286736874?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/1770699371286736874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=1770699371286736874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/1770699371286736874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/1770699371286736874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2010/12/knowing-score.html' title='Knowing the Score'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-1991663679950214301</id><published>2010-07-28T20:15:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T20:27:04.184+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Matter awakening to its own spirit</title><content type='html'>Self awareness of anything, is an awakening of sorts. Just how much one becomes aware of the who that one is, shows the comprehension of those seeing themselves standing in their truth without guile. Facing the fears and challenges, allowing oneself nowhere to hide, takes a certain fortitude to work through the homework. To get to the point where thoughts are controlled, means disallowing reaction to unpleasant circumstance, for the more objective view. Sometimes there is time for passion as I wrote previously, and other times one calls for the facts, without the colour of our feelings. I am not sure whether the awakening is going well; but trust that it is. I say that for it is not reflected in the mainstream media who never speak on matters of the spirit anyhow, opting for the material scientific views.I have watched for decades how spirit works and puts things together in the background, hence my positive affirmation in the last few sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair, to get into spirit and judgement as to the good spirit and the bad spirit defeats the purpose of allowing the eminence of the self to ascend to actually 'value' spirit and the still small voice running that spirit within. Too many philosophies and religions get stuck in the semantics of what is proper, or respectful, in spite of what others think. Too many differences, and in the end, reaching assumptions that one must be the only person in the whole army in step! If we reach the level where we are no better off than what we judged the material side of life, then why look at spirituality at all, I say(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could see how our spirits interact with matter, and the blueprint for our own lives, then no doubt we would try to smooth the path for our own spirits to travel with minimal disturbances. We begin to see that if we hold an intent with strength, as we take our two steps and a heartbeat in life, then we begin to see that our intention becomes the operative word. Our ability to hold to the bliss side of our dreams, then we feed ourselves with kindness and love, with joy and happiness ours at the end of the day, as we manifest such dreams. Yet it is also true that we can manifest our own prisons and hell, directly from our own minds. This is where the homework gets tough. How can one have the good over the bad from our choices(?) Having spoken at length about this in the past, it is what we feed ourselves with, that determines what we get back, and the mental thoughts are no different in this regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much misleading and crookedness in how life has been run, and the stand over we have had to endure around the falseness of the reality we all have had to live by, it is never easy to take the high road for the best to happen to us in our lives. Not every week is a good week, as this last week was a bad one for me, with my own mother dying, and not hearing about it till after she was cremated! However, I was reminded looking at old pictures of my mother about how great her life had been by simply remembering that love is the only thing that lasts into forever. It is the only reason I hold her still in my thoughts, and keep her awareness intact in my own thinking seeing as her own body failed her in her sleep last week. She is always welcome to view life through my own eyes, any time she wishes to look through my own awareness, now that she has crossed over to the realm of pure spirit itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of my last blogs in one of my other series (I AM that I AM), I asked if our spirits really knew we had a home for them, that could be considered to be a bit more long distance viewed than just our short lives. I did not know at the time that my mother had died the day before that had been written. It showed me as a message coming through from her, that she was in the process of challenging the world through such thoughts, that we need to think of our spiritual home beyond just the body housing it. If we somehow all face extinction on this level in order to evolve, then we all face the same fate of having to know ourselves as best as we can, for that moment. It is possible in the days to come, and even if not, we all get to die sometime, none of us here in just a 100 years time from now. We are here only for a short time, but our spirits can collect enough material in such a short life, to keep us busy going backwards and forwards into eternity, exploring everything in the life we lived. We could get creative, and try playing games between the big Self and the little self when considering such possibilities, and what we actually could do by calling on the future part of ourselves to aid us in the moments we have difficulty with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By doing simple tests like this with ourselves, allows our spirits to awaken in our material body, as we gradually learn to fly beyond the confines of where each of us are in this moment. I have constructed small tests for myself along the way, to prove to my own mind, that things in life are not coincidence, but having purpose and meaning. Of course, it is up to me to reflect as to what that meaning is, in context of the rest of how I think and am in my being. I wish for us each one at this time, for the best awakening possible, and that we all pursue our own bliss in our dreams, even if our world is falling apart. We simply have to dream it better again, beyond the simple concept of creation all over again, or even of taking the next thousand years to heal the things we do not like. If we move more into our spirits over our bodies, maybe we might be surprised as to what we can create from our dreams, in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least these are nice seed dreams I plant in these writings, but never are they the only ones, or only way. To each their own understanding, and to each their own dreams, with no judgement. Let's go the highest road of love, where there no longer is any judgement or wondering if we are on the right or wrong side. Lets get beyond such two dimensional thinking, into the wholeness of love and life itself, if we are to see the world change for the better, any day soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-1991663679950214301?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/1991663679950214301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=1991663679950214301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/1991663679950214301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/1991663679950214301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2010/07/matter-awakening-to-its-own-spirit.html' title='Matter awakening to its own spirit'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-2376483872521235033</id><published>2010-07-07T15:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T15:25:51.079+10:00</updated><title type='text'>People Power</title><content type='html'>Where is the peoples voices? Why are they not being heard, and where is the power beginning to go? The powers that be realize that their game is up, for they cannot put enough money into the bank any more to keep their unsustainable bigshot plans into effect any more. There is a lot of smoke and mirrors, and attempts to keep the game going by adding new rules or stimulus' all of the time, but the people are no longer being fooled. We all know that the end is in sight for the horrible criminals who have worked their way into power these days, world-wide. Soon, no government will be able to do anything, so powerful the peoples power will soon become, as they begin to throw off the shackles that have bound us for so long. That day is not that far away, and demonstrations world wide simply show the kind of group anger that is slowly building. Not just these, but even the tea parties being held all around the place to gradually awaken people to what is really going on, and how we are losing our freedom to a bunch of control freaks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, they only got away with it, due to the masses giving them the power to begin with. Blame it on all of the dummy corporations, that are fictitious individuals in the eyes of the law. Try putting on in prison however, and one sees how fictitious they actually are. They cannot even die, unless we legislate them out of existence, or simply in a sovereign way, ban them from operating in and on your land from this point onwards. Now that would be a big wake up call to all business worldwide as we slowly sink beneath the waves, that their dummy corporations will no longer be listened to, nor allowed to survive the changes. Put them under the guillotine along with anybody who thinks they are above anyone........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do take responsibility and herein lies the problem. I see that I gave my power away when younger, but as an older and more responsible sovereign being, I no longer will allow my freedoms to be eroded further as I take these responsibilities seriously for myself, without anyone else speaking how that might look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windstill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-2376483872521235033?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/2376483872521235033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=2376483872521235033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/2376483872521235033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/2376483872521235033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2010/07/people-power.html' title='People Power'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-8792711646675557878</id><published>2010-06-01T16:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:44:40.981+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What One Gets Away With in the Rush to Money</title><content type='html'>The banking boys do not set a good example for the rest of us in how to get money honestly. Too bad it is set on principles of getting before giving. This in itself goes against millenia of taking something to someone else, just if visiting going back to tribal values. But when one's own mum is the target to move along out of her apartment into a nursing home, and selling the place before the dust has settled, the other son worried that all of the money sought for the place was destined for the church, and the next son abducting her out of the hospital in order to run at the money, one really has to wonder. This is my own family I am speaking of; and am probably guilty in my own way, by now protecting my mother better, of aiding her going downhill towards death, quicker rather than enjoyably. It is a sad state of affairs when the one who gave so much is moved over as fast as possible, just for the sake of a bit of money for one more trip around the merry-go-round, denied to the very mum the money is taken from. As a result of the negligent thought and actions, my mother lies dying in her old age, alone, forgotten, and frail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is heavy when grieving this experience, before my mum actually dies. I feel sorry that I did not put my own life on hold for perhaps a decade more, and allowed her to enjoy out her sunset years in dignity. It is also hard to write a counterspin to a story that many could repeat if given half the chance, for it is never easy to write about a big love in one's life from the cradle through life itself. I send mum by choice now, positive thoughts, and the hope that this life is not all there is, and that we will continue on from another level on some other dimension somewhere into the future, not that far away. I am grateful for the life my mother gave me, and wish her peace in her frailty, to face the most important moment of her life (her death) with the strong spirit she has always had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you mum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-8792711646675557878?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/8792711646675557878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=8792711646675557878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/8792711646675557878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/8792711646675557878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-one-gets-away-with-in-rush-to.html' title='What One Gets Away With in the Rush to Money'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-6556833551686836961</id><published>2010-04-18T15:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:55:39.692+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Will to Survive</title><content type='html'>This year marks my 59th year, and perhaps my apex to my life's work with spiritual focus always being present. However, it is becoming increasingly difficult to muster the will to learn the survival skills needed to kick in the natural instincts presently lying dormant. It is such a radical shift of living, that I see few others making such a transition, or even becoming interested in learning such things. So with my thoughts seeing the value of learning such skills, my body is groaning with the thought of that kind of harsh adventure. Better to take my daily swill of media spin, and not bother to think of a brand new day, with new hopes and ambitions over the spent ones based on current models going nowhere. If ever I have had a negative depression about the state of the world, not showing flexibility to moving towards a possible turning point in our history, then now would be such a time. I simply do not see hope for a slide into a better life when no-one is bothering to dream out a better tomorrow than the present one we have. In my mind, that leads to a doom and gloom prospective model, and till such a movement is witnessed, then my low grade depression will persist without a doubt. Of course it pains me to admit such a defeatist notion, especially in light of the positive spin blogs I mostly write. However, this space is to show my humanity and the struggles of thought I have along with the rest of humanity as we go shoulder to shoulder through the gradual changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, I feel the changes show enough to not be too painful for the general masses, though I am always sad about the need for a theatre of war, or even natural disasters to continue to happen. It does show that things are gradually awakening, whether by good means or bad ones, it is steadily happening, so all is not negative, as moves are underfoot that show a groundswell of change is possible and probable if given half a chance to ignite. I am not an activist, nor will you find me on any line that gives "energy" to any protest, for to give it energy, is to build it in one's own mind, even if just by thought, no matter which side it be on. No, those are not my methods, nor is it my task to dissect others actions to the current state of affairs world wide. I do not feel that it does any good to whip up resentment to a system we all have given support to over many of the years all have lived. It is only in our struggle to survive that natural instinct comes to the front, and I have not as yet been driven in my words out of need. I merely see it happening, and this above all, leads to sadness out of compassion to any events leading to suffering in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish to show my own human side to all of the writings done, to show that I too, labour with my own feelings and down thoughts at times, even though life in general is a happy event if one simply looks around themselves. Of course it is all self talk, mainly to try and pull myself up by my own bootstraps from too long hoping for the best changes possible, that prove to be idealisms in themselves. I feel my age increasingly, and am thankful in some ways, that the writing legacy is in large already complete, though still think that the best time in writing for me, is still to come. One can only hope that this is the case, for when reading my counterspin side, one wonders if I already am living my own mini hell as it were. We all go through these phases, and is good to show others that I am no different than them, and that I am just another yourself, as the mayans used to greet each other.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time when the wind is hoped to have changed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windstill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-6556833551686836961?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/6556833551686836961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=6556833551686836961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/6556833551686836961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/6556833551686836961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2010/04/will-to-survive.html' title='The Will to Survive'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-387210956839902295</id><published>2010-03-25T13:07:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:27:50.312+10:00</updated><title type='text'>System contractions</title><content type='html'>To ignore the fact that things are in contraction mode at present, is to try and bury one's head in the sand hoping that the trouble will pass us by. None of us wish to lay the responsibility on our own door, as the blame game begins in earnest in the days to come. With the domino effect, what will be left standing, might be our own minds that have no choice but to accept the fact that we all are responsible for the current state of affairs by our simple support for the system in whatever capacity this might be. That might include the payments we take from the government, or simply supporting the oil companies through our driving habits, to our support of the banking complex that is deep in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is hard to understand is that there is no creative thinking being done by the powers that be, other than business as usual along similar and known strategies that have worked in the past to gloss over the problems. These have also reached their limits of endurance, and now we face one of the biggest contractions in history, that will no doubt end up in giving birth to a new child and life giving infrustructure in the coming months and next few years. It is a dream happening, and what is not being seen is the alternative thoughts of the many to what is presently happening. Going along, or even supporting the powers that be, only hastens our own demise from the system as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having seen this coming, I went bush many years ago now, to determine how effective we can be to survive a radical change, and came to the conclusion that it is possible, if we can begin to become more impeccable in our walk to new visions from each person on the planet. Awakening to that, is no easy task, though this is the upside of what is coming down on the planet these days, whether weather manipulation, or increased use of scalar wave technologies. All of them have a good side and a bad side to them. Those familiar to my writings know that I do not spend much time in feeding the negative thoughts so prevalent on the net today, for more of a need for positive spin that is constructive, and reflective of life as we find it every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced however, that no change will begin to occur in a personal sense, until we can individually seize on the idea of being sovereign in relationship to our Earth Mother. Once this is seized upon, and the illusion and fantasy of corporations begins to unravel for the rape of "Mother", then we actually might reach a point where we decide that we no longer are going to answer to the powers that be, that have successfully brought about the big contraction that has already begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although sheltered in my country, by being a huge resource based economy that China is heavily drawing on these days, I do know that I am living in a bubble that might burst at any time, leaving those living here, wondering why it was not seen coming, all along the way. Well many of us do see this coming, and know that tidal waves of many kinds are about to sweep many wilfully ignorant people in its death throes. It is plain to see that no-one is going to give up their soft life without a fight to the end, which is a sorry state to have to report on, but true. After all, we have all shown ourselves to be weak in this generation, and nothing more than sheeple. Can we awaken in time, and are there enough awake to make a difference other than being a blip on the screen for those getting ready to get off the grid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope not, and that you might be one who has a clear vision of what to do in your own thinking to counter the madness that has engulfed the world at this time. We need all the visionaries we can find, to speak about a new world, and a new mind, along with a new heart in our approach to life. Best to err on the side of love, than more fear and fighting; more on surviving and having a future, than having nothing left at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracles still happen, and here's to hope and faith in humanity to waken.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-387210956839902295?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/387210956839902295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=387210956839902295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/387210956839902295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/387210956839902295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2010/03/system-contractions.html' title='System contractions'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-2740686917678290294</id><published>2010-02-20T08:33:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T08:33:17.224+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Links for my writings.</title><content type='html'>This will be an insertion showing the various blogs and trains of thought I have developed over the many years now, with admittedly some overlap between areas. When asking Sandra who has read all of the writings in their totality, of how I could condense them to the best to publish one book, she advised me that the series goes together in its entirety. Various parts she was able to link in her own mind, and if this is the case, then it will be done in its entirety. Here then are my various blogs;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://theanaconda.blogspot.com is this site; which captures more of my personal journey and history. It reflects more of Australian and Canadian influence, over the years I spent in New Zealand, with nary a mention of that period in my life. Not to say that New Zealand has not played a meaningful part in my life. It was N.Z. that gave me my english skills developed enough to be able to write these blogs, and communicate ideas as clearly as I am able. The beauty of N.Z. is legendary, though it has not had the same magical impact on my psyche as Australia has had, or the lasting memories that Canada left me with. It did however, influence me greatly, and while not speaking of N.Z. perhaps that is because it is a well kept secret, and one of the beauty spots of the world that I lived in for my youth and young adult life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://spiritwinddreaming.blogspot.com is the blog that speaks of coming from our best sides, and feeding the side of ourselves we wish to see in our every day. Not to say that everyone has that ambition, as I found out when with my 16 year old aborigine friend in Western Australia in the Kimberley's five years ago now, whose dream was to commit suicide which he succeeded in doing six months after I had left........No I have come to see; painful though that has been, that we all have a various mix of dreams, not all of them necessarily balanced, but all our own homework, no matter the path chosen. I just choose in this series to come from my best side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://thespiritwind.blogspot.com is the site I have written more extensively on, which is our universal need to "Move The Consciousness" if we indeed are to survive the coming changes. Some may be developed enough in their own consciousness that death will be defeated in our lifetime for such folks. Will I be one of those? If I do not manifest the ideal body for myself in the transition, it is unlikely I will choose to take the tiring and ageing body into the forever. I will choose more likely to come back as my creation where I can be a humble creator directing Spirit with Intention, to bring the best to all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://thewindstill.blogspot.com is the counterpoint to myself. My self doubting and personal issues are sometimes allowed to be shown here. So as not to make a political statement of any kind, I take care in what is written as personal issues to me. I do not give a big treatment, for I openly state that we get what we feed, so just give enough counter-spin to show how human I am, and to show that idealisms don't live in the real world of living. Windstill is opposite in meaning, to Spiritwind. One moves, the other is paradoxically still.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://thebecomingone.blogspot.com speaks of how we can identify with the divinity within us all, and how that may look if we have to speak from that place. Stepping up to the plate, and digging the teeth into deeper issues of the forever dream. If our consciousness is to survive into forever, then it is forever that we need to dream about for our consciousness to rise to that level of being. That is the only way in my humble opinion, for our present small dreams to survive to that level, if love is the underlying matrix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the blogs for this series. I have also written blogs under the totem name I have been given for the Bunjalung, and my sovereign name is Myban (pronounced; mi-BARN) which is the Bunjalung Wedge Tailed Eagle; the Warp and Woof of reality itself; the Eagle that Carlos Casteneda writes about that holds all awareness at the end of the day! I have one blog still running, that can be accessed; http://dreamtimewalkabouts.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt that this will be the last series written on by me, as the wisdom one has still yet to be written speaking well aimed words to sum up life itself. That has still to be written, and will take years of thinking about still. Whether it will appear or not, waits to be seen, but it is hoped the dream will last long enough so that it does come to be. That is my personal ambition, along with getting what has been written to press for a wider audience and to those who have not been able to access the net or the series of writings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been thousands who have read the writings over the years, and to those following, I owe my humble thanks, for I doubted that I was even writing in the best way. I never thought this would turn into an art form, but there you have it, for all to read! This post will be copied and pasted into my whole writings so that no matter which one accessed, this index will be there on them all......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To many happy hours of reading........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Spiritwind~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-2740686917678290294?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/2740686917678290294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=2740686917678290294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/2740686917678290294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/2740686917678290294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2010/02/links-for-my-writings.html' title='Links for my writings.'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-7372820641389525882</id><published>2010-02-19T19:02:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T19:38:54.117+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Going their own way Family</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have a family consisting of an ex-wife who gave birth to my son and daughter, who in turn have both given birth to a grand daughter each. Not that either of them have told me that they even gave birth to a grand daughter of mine! That in a nutshell shows the distance between me and my family of children...........&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then there is family, and there is family! Just like the few hundred children who called my own parents "mum and dad" as the ones who singlehandedly aided 20,000 refugees into Canada; with the kids sometimes separated from their own parents who went to another country. And so I find myself having my own adopted family. Not the ones (including my own) who show no respect, and tend to use and abuse me. Silence is a form of abuse, no matter what anyone says! In the country I now reside, it is interesting that I am known all over the countryside in small towns and villages.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To say that I do not care about this, is to miss the whole point, for I am sure there are lots of other parents in the same boat who never hear from their kids once they walk out the door. At least if my grandchildren wish to know what their grand dad was like, then they only have to turn to the bulk of my writing to glimpse into the mind and heart of the person that their DNA came from so long ago. By the time they get around to reading such a legacy, I will be present with them in spirit as their ancestor looking after his jargums enabling his own culture to survive through the children, and childrens children.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Counterpoint is where I put my negative musings, and the other series I put the positive spin into the writing. Here, I complain, labour my thoughts, and show how my life is no different  than those who struggle with their own paths, thinking that things could not be worse. Perhaps we can make a difference, but that only happens in my mind, when respect is shown, and shows true family over ones who are spoilt and wanting to get even for whatever reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is not just my own children I have problems with, but my whole family tree it seems, from my youngest brother, to my ancestor who was always drunk. My family is not a close family, and probably hasn't been for some time. To change that DNA takes work on my part, and perhaps everyone in my families part. I can only do my bit, but if it is my childrens desire to keep distance, then I honour their wishes and do not go near them. It is up to them eventually to come home. The way going from me, is also the way back......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love will bring it back, if not this side, then the other side after finishing the lessons of life and entering the next level of learning. There is hope in that, and a knowing that it will be alright in the forever dream if Love is underlying the possibilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IMHO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Windstill~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-7372820641389525882?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/7372820641389525882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=7372820641389525882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/7372820641389525882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/7372820641389525882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2010/02/going-their-own-way-family.html' title='Going their own way Family'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-6293442711812399700</id><published>2009-01-31T23:08:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:08:57.258+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Model for Our Times</title><content type='html'>A group of the paying public recently cut their teeth deep in the bush, in an experience of living their way with as much traditional input from goori's that could then be tolerated by the community. By the end, there was some resistence to following some of the protocols held to traditional ways of thinking, and only time will reveal whether the old or new will survive the change up coming on us all, from all over the world. As consciousness itself seems to have grown, it has become apparent that the present system of governing and of living was unsustainable, so putting a new front on an old building will not do to shore up a system going to hell for its lack of humanity, sharing and caring that naturally exist in life. We all know that such a system must end, despite the resistence to see this from the media itself as part of the problem of business focussed on money as the bottom line. To us the public, it is Love that is the underlying warp and woof of our reality, not the greed, dread and fear promoted by business forcing people inwards to the small self who think there is still life left in the old model. There is no hope for a system that is out of sync with creation itself. There are enough aware and awake people on the planet who do not participate in the visions and dreams of a mad world bent on taking the rest of humanity to hell and back if there is money to be made. Or those trying to get others to prop up big business who have insulted their customers, and continue to ignore putting them actually first. To these big business we all say, good riddance for the lack of respect shown to the rest of us, and goodbye to a model cut off because of the love of money over love to humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new model is based on the old tribal life as found still in some parts of the world, that is atuned to natural lore over man made law. It works and flows, and by fitting the new model back to the old, we assure ourselves of being able to flow again back to magic and the sorcery of which things are actually made of. We do not kid ourselves about religion, for the indigenous cultures are their own god of their domain, and know precisely how things work. You who would pull the wool over everyone elses eyes, and practise genocide to rid the world of such knowing people, it is time you left stage for good, though you did a service to show how much of a forked tongue actually led us from our roots. It was a wake up call for the rest of us to halt the continued drift away from the original garden of eden. That still exists, not just in the primitive part of our brains, but in the outside world as well. We are reactivating all of these spots both inwards and outwards, and as country awakens, those who have led us away from such an ideal will learn to tremble. Money? Who actually needs THAT in the bush anyway? Have you been there lately? In our land, money is made of plastic, so it is worthless to even wipe one's bum with it, let alone light a fire, so who needs it? Not us, so keep your dreams out of the bush, for they do not belong there. Do we still have pristine bush left, that is untouched by us who try to keep others away from discovering the truth of ourselves? You bet! And for those who seek it, then all you need to do, is sit beside any indigenous person around the world and ask if they can lead you back to some bush, for they all know where it is. It is their one touch with reality, to life, and the spirit that flows through us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the new model has already begun in our New Dreamtime of our own making and one where I do not allow the world to make on my behalf. It is not making you wrong and me right, it is just protecting my own freedoms, and nature itself, from any further intrusion to damage the who that we are. Everything but this, has been a basic mismanagement of natures resources, that have been stolen from indigenous peoples, and as you have not looked after such a natural world, will claim it back in order to better look after it from the poking and prodding done in the name of mining the place, cutting down the trees, and those who seek to grow monocultures to keep up their toilet paper supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we discover that true magic is still alive, and that we are our own gods who can do sorcery again, then the world will tremble for what might be unleashed on it. Best to discover old ways, so that we can withstand the onslaught of people seeking to find new forms of life to better the old, that end up as a nightmare. Best to seek out the old for patterns and templates of what we wish to follow over the imbalances we bring to the table. Best to find out who we are in relationship to country herself, in order to protect her and ourselves in the days to come. Best to find where ground zero actually lies, so that we can find Mother again as we begin to slip into Multi-dimensional space and time. Without that, we might never find where we left from, and be adrift for an eternity of our own making. Best to keep things as they were, the first day, over how we left it on the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these days where the capitalism shows that it has no legs left in the world today, as is any form of government, what should become clear to every person on the planet, is that these systems including socialism, do not work when it undermines the only thing that lasts and goes into forever, and that it Love where sharing and caring continue on when all else fails. Many people accept that all time and space can be tapped into through the moment, including the future, where we are being revisited by peoples who say that are our future (the grey aliens for example) who come back to this time line for how they get locked into a future that has no future in the Multi-verse. Our only hope is not to continue on the same ways, even if it means we devoid ourselves of what our hearts tell us, for this is the area that gets engineered out of this timeline eventually, for a future with no hope. The only way out of the Universe and into the Multi-verse where consciousness still reigns free and sovereign to our own personal godhead, is by heeding our hearts, and putting a stop to the social engineering others wish to impose on our own dreams and hopes. It is by returning to our roots in nature, and our flow with the spirit that flows through and in everything, that we actually get a chance in this time line of escaping the consequences of our own actions. We seriously need as individuals weigh up our own choices at this time, and make sure we are on the side that goes into the forever. Otherwise, we perish for all time and space from the Multi-verse that we prepared these lessons from. Choose wisely, and act through two steps and a heartbeat, to keep the world as it was the first day, everywhere we still see evidence of this still surviving. Remember that what is seen is another aspect of the self through the Oneness of consciousness itself, and that we do create our own reality in each moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-6293442711812399700?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/6293442711812399700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=6293442711812399700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/6293442711812399700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/6293442711812399700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-model-for-our-times.html' title='A New Model for Our Times'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-6199012352977990544</id><published>2008-04-01T09:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T09:44:10.066+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanity Mixed with The Sacred</title><content type='html'>The mistaken ideal is that by devoting ourselves to a sacred cause, that miraculously, saint like attributes are adopted. What gets forgotten in such exercises, is our humanity and the lessons needed to be learnt around managing the issues each person has to work through like homework. For any progress to be made on the spiritual levels, ego first has to learn its place by its juxtaposition to the sacred. Once learnt, ego still rears its head in different clothes, more on the depression, and self doubt arenas, in order to air the fears still needing reassurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched my own self doubts rear their head, whether from jadedness, to just feeling inadequate to the task at hand. Of course ego feels threatened when the picture faced is larger than anything the ego wishes to tackle head on, so understand where such feelings come from. The result of such fall out to me, lies in a loss of self confidence, until spirit itself can assure me as a person, that it can indeed look after me once the ego lets go to spirit. It is as if ego tells spirit to show it that there is nothing to worry about, and that it can rest easy. Nothing else seems to assuage ego in its new found role, once it takes second place to spirit. It is as if there is a constant battle inside, between the materialistic and the sacred, of who best can mind the shop of the individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that I am not the only one struggling to put into words the human despair that comes from surrendering to Spirit and the doubts ensuring. What then happens is a Mexican standoff, with little to no movement happening, as if everything suddenly became frozen. I recognize that even writing and discussing the issue, is my own coping mechanism in my attempt to find solace from the rough and tough of life. I personally am convinced that I do not wish to live forever in this body, for the stresses and jadedness that replaces lost innocence, for the body is heavy from the homework placed on it throughout one’s life. If anything, it is wearing and tedious to the soul. I write about it here, for I am not the only one observed with these issues. I watch all men on a spiritual journey, struggle with the question of whether or not they are ready to completely surrender to the spirit realm by doing so to that part of ourselves that has always struggled to be free since we come into this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the self doubt comes from one blaming the other side of oneself for the dilemma, and there is no middle ground to be had, for where else is there to turn to within? If this situation existed in relationship, the resolution sometimes might come from third party due to the subjectiveness of the situations. My self talk around it all, has been to tell myself that spirit is moving too fast for me, and that I need to slow it down somehow, which happens as a by-product, from the nature of the problem. Perhaps this will only be published as a blog, once I have consulted with my soul-mate back in Canada through email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I see that my challenge to Lewis, was also a challenge to myself, for being ready to step onto a global stage. I remember well how I used to be with my operatic tenor dad when I used to accompany him. In front of thousands of people, I sometimes froze, and had my hands shaking, and my knees knocking, wondering how in the world my dad managed to cope with it all! It took quite a bit of control and getting used to it, before I became comfortable with the whole thing. At that time, the answer came from forgetting about myself altogether, and focussing on the object of what was happening, over the subject matter of who was delivering the message. Herein may lie the answer to my own questioning, for it may be in the losing (deliberately) the focus on the self, that ultimate comfort was achieved for me to begin to enjoy the exercise. Methinks that Lewis in his humanity struggles with the same issues, in an observed way, that he has not been able to address satisfactorily to either himself or to me, hence the need to write and reflect on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quietly confident however, that these doubts can be worked through, but still find the need to talk about it so that others in the same shoes can identify with the struggles each human goes through in the surrendering needed to be done for the spiritual to begin to shine brightly. I know that I worked through my stage fright when young, but found that if I stayed off the stage long enough, then I once again sometimes would have to work through the same issues, over and over again. Exercising the muscles of the spirit, might be the only solution to keeping the ego happy that my best interests are being addressed. Showing myself love through this, is somewhat a bit more challenging, for my ego is a hard taskmaster, and derides the spiritual for it does not think it does an adequate job of protecting the self. Combining the two parts of myself in a balanced tension that creates a tone of good health, means that there will always exist a healthy tension, even if I do not desire this. Just the way we are constructed, and what has to be learnt to be lived with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the joys of being human wanting a spiritual experience! (groaning and growling a bit….) I will still balance it all out with love, for it is there that I realize that it is love that makes it all worthwhile……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windstill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-6199012352977990544?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/6199012352977990544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=6199012352977990544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/6199012352977990544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/6199012352977990544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2008/04/humanity-mixed-with-sacred.html' title='Humanity Mixed with The Sacred'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-7574443137233465695</id><published>2008-03-25T20:27:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:47:32.356+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming To Australia</title><content type='html'>Most visitors coming to Australia are not told that one has to have a sixth sense when in Australia. One cannot just walk into the sea just because it is there, without thought of the negative consequences of such actions such as rips, sharks, jelly fish that cannot be seen, etc. Same goes for barrelling through the bush with no thought. Australia is a strange country for such visitors, and one will always need to keep in mind, that if there are spiders elsewhere in the world, that the deadliest ones, live here. The same goes for snakes, and many other toxic natural hazards, most Aussies grow up with, and develop their own sixth sense around. The bush tucker is of the same strength, and little is always more wise to do, than trying to get full on something you have never had before. Sometimes with the aborigine medicines, two match heads are enough on some of it, and any greed and trying to fill on such, end up with sleepless nights being had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those wishing to do the Bunjalung Dreamtime Walkabouts, they are allowed to bring anything they wish, though my caution would always be to travellers, to travel as lightly as possible, while still allowing for an aussie winter conditions in the temperate, subtropical region of northern NSW. Those that should be here, for such a spiritual journey, will be here, and plans certainly should be now made from international points, if those wishing to make such a journey, are to begin to firm up their plans. This of course will gradually ramp up further, to 2012, when our own prophecies come into being, that are uniquely Bunjalung in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try and mix with the locals, and not just the local backpackers, which never allows one to mix with those living their lives around those visitors. They will speak of what you need to look out for, if you are interested, so that you can begin to see the sixth sense that seems to be inherent with the locals who have grown up with such hazards. It is not something to be ignored, nor something that is promoted, hence the need for me to put this into my counterspin blog, for respect and caution to be shown when you come to this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As land itself is becoming more conscious, let me say this about the sacred Bunjalung. It is astonishingly conscious, and can be talked with, and nature does understand. The land itself is now able to look after itself, once helped with our own support and consciousness, and with both of nature and humankind focussed on healing, we will get just that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are trying to be brave, and wish to show your friends that you can walk barefoot, for example, yet the temperature is above 35 degrees, then this becomes foolishness indeed, as does going outback without proper preparation of water, etc. Do not think that being wilfully ignorant, may not get you into trouble in Australia. Most likely it will, so please take your time in preparing to come to Australia, for it is unlike any other place on the planet. Be careful, patient, and respectful, for this will go a long way towards your survival of a land of extremes perhaps beyond your wildest imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always take care,&lt;br /&gt;Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-7574443137233465695?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/7574443137233465695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=7574443137233465695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/7574443137233465695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/7574443137233465695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2008/03/coming-to-australia.html' title='Coming To Australia'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-2537536562433598977</id><published>2008-02-05T10:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T10:41:01.211+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Going back to the Beginning is the Revolution.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;In the very beginning, was the Bunjalung Jugan. It was the original garden of Eden that the first aborigines emerged from. It was the Bunjalung who first had law that the rest of Australian aborigines adopted. It is the country with the most sacred of languages, that all other aborigines just seem to understand, no matter where the Bunjalung may go with language. Furthermore, there are interesting time portals that go beyond dimensions into our collective Multiverse where the Garden of Eden is still intact since the beginning of time itself. Only a few know these spots and their sacred significance to us all. So while we may be amazed at these facts, please contemplate what you would need to do to go back there. What in your constructs is needed to be left behind? Judgements, guilts, fears, doubts, and perhaps our self righteousness. Arrogance, falseness, inability to socialize, narcicism, and parochialisms. Beliefs, our science as we now it, religion, fantasies and illusions. Before too long, we can see that the list can keep growing into all of the things that got us into this mess to begin with. Taking personal responsibility for our own actions in supporting the pillars that allow the separation to begin with, is perhaps the first step towards self forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one can get there, then the question that might be asked, is how would one wish the place to be protected so that the same problems do not repeat? What steps will one want to become an impeccable warrior? Will one go there through revolution, or via any means that one can find, regardless of consequences? It seems to me that we have as many problems trying to get back to the beginning, as when we first left our original home. So the dilemma of answering all of the questions that go round and round and round. Of course we fail in answering some of these deepest questions, yet the answers to  them, are actually simple indeed. Words can never convey an experience, other than tell someone else what we wish them to hear, which is limited compared to the richness of every sense being stimulated. The answer lies in turning off the head for awhile, and just experiencing the walk from the mystical magical mountains of the Bunjalung down to the sea. In the walk lies the healing and the answers to our questionings. Country will speak softly to our hearts, bypassing the mind altogether, so that love is first felt on its flow through the rivers of our own minds. And it will be in the walking, that will be our talking so that when truly full, no talk is needed, as the walk might never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come back to the Beginnings of time itself, and back into the Dreamtime, in the sacred dreaming walkabouts gearing up ready to go with people such as you and me. If you make it, you will find me (Myban), and Bunjalung Walker to wrestle with any inner demons of doubt or feelings of unworthiness, with the answers coming from country herself. It is women’s time since the last blood moon, for the next nine years, Bunjalung Walker told me this. It is time for proper balance to be found within. The inner cleansing has been felt all over the planet, and we now enter the phase of entering the sacred realms so that our very souls can begin to fly again with every level of the One Love. Come on to a journey of true reconnection with the One we have been waiting for; meeting Ourselves on the Collective level, full on love to overflowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preparations are now being made by the Dreamtime itself, and those warriors in tune with that realm, know that the time is now ripe. The only question to answer, is do you wish to be here to come in the walk back to our original garden? Are you ready to make that step of faith? If so, then there is a mob waiting over the sea who live by the credence of ‘unconditional love’, who know how to break bread and share it with a stranger in need (share and share alike), no matter the story. Such keepers of our Dreamtime Walkabouts, know full well the responsibility on them for the survival of our own very souls. Each individual has a choice for healing to the deepest levels, and to the degree that we each are ready for. There are enough Elders all around to calm any shaking heart, to bind it with their love and heal it with their warmth. Trust the love within and without, for it can take us all walking home where our soul seeks rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come now, and lets walk our talk, on our mystical sacred tour about to begin….Will you join us with this invitation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world will be invited through the week beginning with the Mardi Grass Festival in Nimbin that culminates with the Aquarian Festival the following weekend. This will be a weekend to remember where some people actually get to go to the other side of the rainbow finally……..Look for Bunjalung Week, the second weekend in May, leaving from Nimbin. Let’s celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Spiritwind~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-2537536562433598977?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/2537536562433598977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=2537536562433598977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/2537536562433598977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/2537536562433598977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2008/02/going-back-to-beginning-is-revolution.html' title='Going back to the Beginning is the Revolution.'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-5775468505388107574</id><published>2007-11-14T11:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T11:10:39.968+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder Why I Have Wandered</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-AU"&gt;From my earliest memories, I was born on a moving road. It is as if the road itself has been home to me over my several lives lived in this one. That began with the poorest of roads, that could only be navigated in good weather. Many times we had to turn back due to not being able to travel down a road with the largest puddles at the bottom, that could not be gotten around. As life progressed, so did the conditions of living and also of the roads. With much awareness now, under my well travelled and seasoned mind, I pause to consider why I have never been satisfied enough to stop the itch to constantly roam in mind, body, and spirit. In other words, on all levels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-AU"&gt;Having met Source in a conscious way, almost a third of my life ago now, and staring into eternity and forever, was not enough to satisfy my hunger for further travelling. I look to my first memories for clues, and find that I left the Grandma I loved on a farm that I always tried to return to, for it was here, that there was enough stimulus to begin my individual consciousness, and a love of nature that never has left me. I see that although I have met Source consciously, I have yet to connect with Mother, from whom I have always felt from whom I was snatched, and never had a chance to ground to. What has sparked this inward look, is a question from an aborigine man about what I hoped to achieve by tying myself closely to them. He felt that the answers lay within, and I agree with his assessment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-AU"&gt;Nearly two years ago I met Lewis Arthur Walker  (all the capitals spell L.A.W.) at a birthday party held for a friend of mine. The connection made at this meeting has remained with us both, with us both feeling the deepest brotherly connection possible in this lifetime. I only felt that with two other people in my life, one with the aborigine Elder from Lockart River, on Cape York Peninsula over the past decade, and Dr Paul Hornby, who gave me many valuable tools that unlocked parts of a disused brain. We still dream out a dream that began several years ago, simply because it stretched into infinity. Now I look at what I intend to achieve by Lewis’ side, and how he will help in the healing process, and perhaps the last step of the journey for me in this life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-AU"&gt;Now that the consciousness has been raised to Source level, I also realize that it is not good enough to just go and sit in the bush like I did in the outback of the Kimberley’s for 80 days and nights, waiting for an epiphany to happen. I realize that I have to connect with Mother on a spiritual level, and one where I am allowed to drink of her life to my hearts content. No female can do this for me, only the female of Mother Earth herself, so pulled away from her at my first sparks of consciousness that I have felt all of my life. I know that this is the time, and that it is at my door. Indeed, the journey has begun already, where I can truly feel as though it will be Being in God, not just the journey away and towards such a concept. My present consciousness fully expects to be satisfied from a lifetime of seeking, as it is the only thing remaining that is unfulfilled, other than walking over to the other side, without seeing death. The latter is already a foregone conclusion should I choose to take that route, over laying down the body so my spirit can go free.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-AU"&gt;Lewis told me that the last new moon signalled the time that the energy has shifted over to the feminine for the next nine years. He has also indicated to me, that consciousness itself has been raised enough, that it will finally stand up for itself, and will no longer allow men to rape Mother Earth for her resources out of greed. The spirit of nature, and Mankind’s spirit is one and the same, and the point for a backlash is truly upon us for a Sacred message to be given to us all, from the deepest parts of Ourselves. It is all at the time, when I too will be allowed to finally heal my estrangement in a spiritual way, from the Mother who has always given my life on this planet. I will see the sacred magic of nature, as it takes me into many more dimensions, and provides the basis for any other awareness. Without her, it is all illusionary and a fiction. She in Her radiant glory, gives meaning to a otherwise dull life that would only remember a box for a room, and another box for gazing into a TV, and another one that is my computer, to finally a pine box, that would be worthy of such awareness gained.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-AU"&gt;While I have identified the areas in myself that needs clear and present healing, I am also aware that each of us have lessons of our own to heal so that we can begin to see in more balanced ways, about what other brilliant work each and every person can do in the rectifying of our Collective woes. Atonement is at hand, and it will be us, who usher in the New Dreamtime in all of its glory. As each person examines themselves, and sees the best way to seek their own healing, we do so knowing that the best days are still ahead of us, and not behind us. That should bring a smile to everyone, as it can bring hope, and once realized, the joy of dreams made manifest, as we each one, begin to walk into the Paradise of our own making. Three cheers to you all, as you chop wood, and faithfully carry water in being the warrior/resses we all are!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-AU"&gt;Always with love in the heart,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-AU"&gt;~Spiritwind~&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0in;" lang="en-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-5775468505388107574?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/5775468505388107574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=5775468505388107574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/5775468505388107574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/5775468505388107574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wonder-why-i-have-wandered.html' title='I Wonder Why I Have Wandered'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-8368653416125090779</id><published>2007-10-23T13:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T14:11:56.860+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with Personal Issues</title><content type='html'>We do not live in an ideal world, as much as I would love to just write about love. We identify with each other and the experiences we all have, for we all get parts of each others script in life. We all cry, laugh at similar things, and do toiletries, make wonderful love and sex together, and enjoy a passionate life that is sensuous to the full. On the flip side, we struggle, we toil, we sweat and fear, and worry! We question as to the meaning of life, and why we are here a lot of the time, where we cant simply be living our bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to another level is just as scary as needing to change, and no-one seems to fathom what changes are upon us. To me, they are sacred lessons that the Collective Consciousness seems intent on teaching the planet, maybe all at once, in events presently unfolding. Because man is fiddling further than would be acceptable to any mystical tradition, man is faced collectively with being awoken whether ready or not, to many more dimensions people only fantasize about presently. Talk to your wise people, your mystics, and shamans; your Elders that are traditional keepers of a lot of sacred information. What I admired most, was how a tribe was there through the rough spots, for those living tribally. No judgment, just a knowing, a caring, sharing, sometimes just a nod to acknowledge what they are each going through in each moment. We are no different that way, and it is in our microcosms that we struggle to get our individual consciousness to a place where it becomes workable into community thinking, or tribal living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggling with anger, frustration, the bad memories of abuse, and use. The pain, the suffering, the depression, and the bitterness of life that reeks of sadness if sought. Suffering is there to see on every front, of where man finds himself, and his yearning for his soul to be set free. We all struggle with concepts like these, and wonder if there is a light sometimes at the end of our tunnels. Why me, and why you, is sometimes the question, of simply being overwhelmed with humaneness, and inability to cope with stress or grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the negativity, it still is life flowing, giving us experience on both sides of ourselves to the max. It is still full of passion and zest,  competition, and sometimes angst. Life is bittersweet over just being sweet or bitter. It is all still a shade of love, where any movement and any matter itself, is life in its fullness. To the heights and to the depths, it is our souls that came here for the full experience, and no matter what part you find yourself in this journey, here is a word of cheer along the way! We all do it beside you, together, and as individuals, and as One. Feel it and know it, and realize that with love, a lot of compassion and kindness exists because of such a knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-8368653416125090779?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/8368653416125090779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=8368653416125090779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/8368653416125090779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/8368653416125090779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2007/10/dealing-with-personal-issues.html' title='Dealing with Personal Issues'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-1979320365719511010</id><published>2007-08-30T12:17:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T12:32:55.579+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Singularity that has the opposite effect</title><content type='html'>We all hear about the New World Order, and its oppressive control into everyone's day to day world. Each day shows another aspect of how much control is wielded by few people over the masses, and how much more control is being tried for putting into place and motion to track everything about a person's life. Any government worldwide thinks it is their mandate to make social control through enacted laws, the power to then coerce their people into subjugation. This works for those who are not prepared to rock the boat, and who wish to endorse the politics of the day, in political correctness on every front. Of course this is not possible in a polarized world, for there is always a choice to be made, no matter what decisions faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one pushes one extreme at another, it works sometimes in a reverse psychological way, as we all have seen with our children when they were growing up. If you wish to say yes, they will say no, and vice versa. If one thinks we are just going into solidarity of One World Government, then one is not noticing what happens when disaster strikes, and no government on earth there to help those most in need in their moments of terror. In that instant, life goes back to the basics of tribal living, and while we may think that we have come a long way, maybe in the overview, life lived simply, is still the model of things to come, both for the future, and looking back at our long forgotten past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the cracks deepen in the days ahead of this blog, we will remember that the greedy rule the things that are about to be swept away, and that those choosing to focus on simple living in a day to day way, will rise to prominence in showing effective models that work above and beyond anything engineered from people in ivory towers. I learn as a Sales Representative over many years, that there is a big difference where the rubber meets the road, than what the management often thinks is taking place. And so it is in a world that has become so controlled in its propaganda, that it too is losing touch with the masses, and where people such as me and you, are concentrating our efforts towards the survival of all levels in the best ways possible, and in the most loving ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also a thing to remember that 70% of people die of old age and in their sleep, which only goes to show that life is not as the media projects, and that life goes on, regardless of any fears or anxieties. It is but a short journey that each graduates alone to the next level beyond this life. If done with love, then we learn a good lesson that will reach into forever, but if such lessons are merely self serving, then the ripples last only in this dimension to die along with us. It is important for us all, to refocus back on love all of the time, and to seek its sunshine and glow, and by so doing, earn the satisfaction of having lived a life well worth living!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Spiritwind~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-1979320365719511010?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/1979320365719511010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=1979320365719511010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/1979320365719511010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/1979320365719511010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2007/08/singularity-that-has-opposite-effect.html' title='Singularity that has the opposite effect'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-2429915081612248339</id><published>2007-07-28T12:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T12:41:42.897+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Meltdown</title><content type='html'>Already the technology to fix all of the world's problems, has been here for a long time. We like to think that it will take time to develop, but it has already been developed by many people over our past lifetime. Due to our complacency, and willingness to believe that it will take a heap of money to develop along with time, and our love affair with dinosaur technology, we are facing meltdown that has already begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of facing a gradual change that the new technology could have had at our doorsteps, we now face taking a quantum jump for our insistence to keep the status quo. As I have written before, because we have no concept of where our balance points are, and what is actually real over imagined and the illusions that the media paint for us, many will go crazy in days to come, unable to reconcile themselves with what might be real in each persons life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The homework we all have faced, is facing our own fears and demons, and endeavouring on an ongoing basis to move into our balance point where we at least can catch our breath. There are numerous signs all around us now, to show that we are in the flow of immense change, that will effect everyone in the days to come. Most who are aware, have tried at least, to position themselves for the days we now face, and for those who have not been able to get themselves into the best place they know how, then the homework is far from over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will get to the next level, but who will leap frog to even higher dimensions than the least one that the worst will be moving to? That is where the homework is sorely needed. Any words such as these, are encouragement to remain true to who you are, without fear and judgement, and no matter what to focus on love as the underlying force that can move you to a stable place through the changes. The focus always has to be love, and the balance point within us that will become our own personal star-gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The financial meltdown has begun, and for those with money as their dream, it will vanish like the mirage that it is. Focus on a dream away from money, and concentrate on your own survival through the coming days. Good luck to all who have followed my writing to date, for the change-up is accelerating..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-2429915081612248339?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/2429915081612248339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=2429915081612248339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/2429915081612248339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/2429915081612248339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2007/07/meltdown.html' title='Meltdown'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-8035614546332940155</id><published>2007-07-13T12:50:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T13:32:39.741+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Wrong when I think it is Right</title><content type='html'>As a modern nomad who has never had the grass grow under my feet, and having children who are quite fixed where I have been too flexible in life, has had its challenges. I left religion half my life ago, and at that time, showed my son how to best put his creative side towards materialism and making a life for himself. My thoughts around spirituality at that time, were on hold due to the constrictions that I had then thrown off from leaving religion behind. It took a good woman a decade later to help to steer and shape my landscape so that the baby was not thrown out with the bathwater (spirituality thrown out with religion). By then, my son was well on his way through his formative years towards a business career for himself, and he put himself through business at university, and now is a money trader, and I bet he is a good one. However, I have long ago left behind the model of materialism and capitalism for a more (philosophical) approach to life that leans to more objectivity as to why we are here in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My older brother left religion behind at about the same age that I did. He went to atheism, which later turned to agnosticism. In the meantime, he went to London Business School and graduated from there with his MBA (his undergraduate degree being Theology). My son then went and worked for my brother in England, when I was exploring being with what my brother called, "primitive people", the aborigines; in the late 90's. So before I knew it, my son had a mentor that was not his dad, but his Uncle! They thought I had flipped to go the direction I did, over turning to where orthodox people lived out their lives around the planet. I am glad that my son has a mentor still within my own family, and that perhaps my brother at this time is better suited to where he is, than where I find myself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes into other areas as well, including primary relationships. For when I think I am right, to the other person I am most wrong, or vice versa. It is damn if I do, or damn if I don't do. The conclusion of the matter is to be true to myself, no matter what, and to support my own children to be true to themselves as well, no matter what vision I might have about them along the way. The same can be said of communities, and people I rub shoulders with each and every day. Seldom do we find everyone agreeing with what one thinks on a broad front, yet we can find tolerance, and sometimes a compromised language to talk to bridge any gaps between the differences. Never easy, and always a challenge, that is life as I find it, to be right when wrong, and wrong when right. The paradoxes tell me more than anything, that at least I am becoming objective enough to see that there are two views on most everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write for RemoteViewer.nu site, at their invitation, yet found today that there has been cross posting under my name for things I never wrote, and which are not my view. To that end, I have written a response reflecting more my thoughts over someone trying to write under my own name. Perhaps it is just a small issue, but my readers know that I reflect what is happening in my environment quite well, in a noesis kind of way, so do not take even a small matter like this without a response. This is another right/wrong thing, as the article that was written in my name, is a good article, though not developed as logically as I tend to do in my virgo kind of way. So while I wrote more around an individuals stance towards peace, this cross posting wrote more about a community stance, but not developed from going there individually first. So his article around love has valuable insight, and cannot be faulted for perspective. It simply was not mine. Hence wrong, even though right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the crux of the matter; many times in life we find this situation that requires delicate handling of a situation which feels like walking on eggshells. Due to the complexities we face with love, it is all about learning tolerance for the love we see all around us, whether a brother than wants to be a surrogate dad to my own son, or being kind to someone mistakenly writing in a cross post under my own name, to the challenges met each and every day in our walk. Loving means going beyond control and differences, and allowing each and everything to be true to themselves if they are not stepping on each other's toes. Even then the correction can be done with kindness, and least of all, remembering that perhaps I should have come from a softer place with something, say with a primary relationship situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is homework, and we can laugh at ourselves for the dilemma we sometimes get ourselves into, and I certainly am no stranger to different points of view in my day to day. In hindsight is the best humour, though in the moment, can be rough when in the poo! Coming out the other side with a smile, is to finish going into my bad side by deciding to finish on my good side. Then I can be happy over sad about the state I leave things in, as life is merely a point of view when it comes to the individual, and we can share and care with love, and sometimes total abandonment to the outcome. Just be true to yourself, as we each one are but an expression of love anyhow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Spiritwind~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-8035614546332940155?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/8035614546332940155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=8035614546332940155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/8035614546332940155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/8035614546332940155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2007/07/going-wrong-when-i-think-it-is-right.html' title='Going Wrong when I think it is Right'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-5881445146289780525</id><published>2007-07-11T10:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T11:56:48.501+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming from my Bad Side</title><content type='html'>My whole focus in writing various blogs, has been to come from the best side within myself. The reason I got this blog series going, is that writing from the best side all of the time, seems to be idealistic, unrealistic, and not that human. Hence the attempt to balance out the picture by showing that I am human, and do get to wear the same hats that each and every other human being does. Hence this one blog about my bad side, as we all have a good side, and a bad side. I have always maintained that we get what we feed, hence my attempt to always feed the good perspective. I do show the other side in these blogs, though still try to finish on a positive note, other than a depressive, and jaded point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming from my bad side is never nice, even to me. From earliest memory, I have had anger from having to leave my favourite farm behind that was the first to my consciousness at the small age of two. That has left fifty four years for which to carry these negative feelings, where it has only been in the past decade and a half where I began to see where it all came from. When coming from my anger, frustration is often a resulting key that is activated, and if I can go beyond the words and criticisms of the moment, a very different view is had than the conversation which releases like a valve, the anger and frustration within. When these things do come out, I am hard to get along with, vexatious, arrogant, unwilling to listen, and petulant. I brood, and the heaviness is felt around me like a heavy fog penetrating all those sitting around me, or within my presence. It is from such heaviness that I see the need to walk lightly with life, and the need to talk softly. It is from such negative feelings towards myself of self pity, that I get to see the need for personal forgiveness, and being nice and gentle to myself. Sometimes no lesson is learnt at all, and the anger is needing some good physical work to be allowed to flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an eleven year old boy I was with the other day, who has his own anger issues, due to his dad not long ago having committed suicide; he needed an outlet, so with a big hammer, we demolished an old loveseat, and then burnt the separated items. He loved the exercise, and after completing the deed, we played a physical game together, where the fun and joy was allowed to bubble up after the negative flow of energy had run its course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times through my life, my pain has been pushed around, and my loving partners have taken the brunt of it, and shown me only love in return. It took many years for me to learn that it was love that was needed, and what it was all about. After many years at the hands of some excellent female teachers, including my most loving female Birman cat, I got to see what I only had paid lip service to, for far too long. Even though the integration is now happening, perhaps far too late for my own good, at least it is happening. Already the damage has happened, and my loving cat has long ago gone to cat heaven, and my soulmate has long ago given up on me and my wandering nature. In pain have I learnt my lessons, and to learn to dance without the pain, and to go forward with lightness of being, perhaps the biggest challenge facing this male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not make excuses for being human with a bad side, neither am I in the place of beating myself up for the things I have done wrong that could have been done differently or better. At least I have now come to a place where I can objectively look at myself, though when in the midst of it, plates can still be broken out of anger and the heat of a moment! I still wrestle with aspects of myself that are sometimes hard to control given the right circumstances. I look at alcohol, and its predictable results, and how some of my friends are different people after too much to drink. I dont even like the people they evolve into after just a few drinks, and have seen some friends become quite abnoxious, and insulting to another friend, under the influence. I do not look for those kinds of excuses, nor seek to find solace by so doing such habits and patterns if need be, but do recognize that many humans do go down that path, along with others that equally make a fool of us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I look at the bad side of myself, and the critical, and judgemental place I can sink; I often decide that this side I do not like to feed more than I have to, and would rather walk around a situation that takes me into this place within. Sometimes it is inescapable, and I have to face the fact that I have a further lesson to learn, and am plunged into less than nice situation. Most of the time, I come from my best side, but this is a report of when I come from parts of myself that I still struggle with, just like any other human on this planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-5881445146289780525?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/5881445146289780525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=5881445146289780525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/5881445146289780525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/5881445146289780525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2007/07/coming-from-my-bad-side.html' title='Coming from my Bad Side'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-4674487502799051695</id><published>2007-07-05T13:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T14:15:32.657+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming honest about what we know</title><content type='html'>The awakening ones know much that is not being said in the media today. Take Tesla for example, who is long dead and gone. He invented DC current electricity that could be had for free in his day, and could easily be made available today. But we know that no money would be made that way, and in today's society that runs on the smell of money, that simply will not do. So with the electricity that is state controlled one way or the other, we see HAARP technology, where millions of volts are pumped up into the atmosphere for questionable research, and weather modification. It is the people who are blamed for the global warming, not these technologies that not only heat up the atmosphere, but as in scalar wave technology, heats up the sun as well. Cheniere.org is a good site to see what is happening on that front, with medicinal values of such technologies suppressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do have the answers to all of men's ills today, and if one does their homework on a variety of fronts, much can be uncovered. You might even find people around you who are amazing healers, or psychics, for there does seem to be a time warp also happening at this time. That is tied in with the experimenting happening with the consciousness of everyone, me and you included. So we all are involved with giving the giant fractal its particular look at this time in history, but we should approach our destiny, not with fear and trepidation, but with fun in our hearts. It is after all, a learning school for us all, and to pass judgement on someone entrusted with the social engineering that we have allowed, is probably not the wisest course to pursue for our own health on many levels. Better to seek peace in our hearts, even with aspects happening in the world we do not agree with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By so doing, we can rise above where the powers that be are playing, for by grasping the hand of forever firmly, where we know their silly childish games will end, sooner or later, we can actually hasten the good side of the dreaming of Mankind. We actually might find in the future, that the good over time, far outweighed the bad, and we can also look at death confidently as our destiny and doorway to next level of the grand dance. That is everyone's destiny, no matter the few that have escaped it. One way or the other, we will get to where the journey leads, as perhaps there is no destination other than self realization, and awakening to the games we all play on some level or another. Whether passively allowing things to happen, or just being here while it does, has us all responsible in some way or other. So there is no passing of the buck here, just an honest attempt to take responsibility for oneself, and the balance point within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding this, and doing so with a good dose of love for oneself, by forgiving those aspects we dont like about ourselves, or the world around us that reflects how we are on our inner side as well, is a good starting point. Maybe we can have fun, no matter how dark it looks, or how stupid the powers that be think we are. We can rise above it all, for we all are part of Mankind's collective consciousness, bound for greater days ahead, beyond our wildest imaginations. This counterspin blog is just to show that we can still paint our dreams on the backdrop of oblivion if we have to, or the backdrop of anything painted out to us in our moments. By just seeing it, we at least can dance with it, and transform it to the best side of ourselves. Re-interpreting things, changes our consciousness around anything, and creates the change necessary for going beyond inside of us. Happy dancing, and look for the love in each moment, for it is still there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Spiritwind~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-4674487502799051695?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/4674487502799051695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=4674487502799051695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/4674487502799051695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/4674487502799051695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2007/07/becoming-honest-about-what-we-know.html' title='Becoming honest about what we know'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-6705449319387879657</id><published>2006-12-30T09:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T09:46:37.792+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Balancing the Human with my spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;We are the spirit having individual human experiences along our own paths and choosings. The definitions may be different, as may the semantics, but the gist and grit of most stories are the same apart from our own unique spin on the results. It is as if the greater spirit of Mankind, gets a broad spectrum of view on any position through the various eyes and senses of the Collective. However, it is difficult to deal with on an emotional level, as well as a mental one. We plan, but never find them working out exactly as we would like due to the interaction of others choices, and the way things go sideways on all things considered. Our emotions are easily aroused through pushing of the right buttons with each other, or the defenses we each have created over time. If too closed, then it is always a challenge to re-open for business so that homework can go forward.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I am typically human, with sometimes frustrations (getting less as the years go by) with not getting one's own way, or being buffeted by the constant fragility of being emotional creatures. Becoming depressed, or its opposite of joy is quite a swing, and am sure we each have had the full swing of our own polarities. When trying to aid others through love, why is it, for example, that this aspect is so taken advantage of, and tends to get used and abused? Those are the kinds of questions I pour over in my own thinking, realizing that it is up to me to balance out within. As stated in “Moving the Consciousness”, I see it as all homework to tell me what needs balancing out, and seeking peace and freedom from the external forces bringing the lesson to my door. If I can get to the place of peace with it all, I can listen to any rampage or story without becoming subjectively involved with the story. Going to another level within, is never easy when stuck in a three dimensional body, with two dimensional thinking. Sometimes this is a challenge to rise above it all, without sinking with a hopeless feeling as to failing to be able to deal with the lessons at hand.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Getting angry, and sad, or simply dealing with one's own pain, can be tricky indeed. Last year, I had a tropical ulcer in the Kimberleys that lasted for four months, and was like having a volcano on my own ankle that throbbed with pain, no matter how much pain killers were used. The problem lasted so long, that an addiction began to arise on pain killers that required drastic measures in cutting them out, so that my body could find balance without further withdrawals. Some of these things are never easy, especially if they become entwined with depression. I survived the ordeal, but a 15 year old aborigine youth that I spent my time with during this time, did not. He committed suicide within six months of my leaving, and then I had to deal with the aftermath of those feelings as well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Never easy, always challenging, finding a place for all of the range of human elements has been tough. Getting out of judgement with the self, forgiving elements I do not like, and learning to accept myself the way I am, is ongoing each and every day. Depending on the people met in one's day, or those turning up on my doorstep, is further challenge to keeping balance within. Sitting still is perhaps the hardest thing to do through it all, and learning to listen often, and walk softly, is nice just to hear the words put into such a sequence. I wrestle with my own demons and bad side, knowing there is always a tug of war going on at some level with one aspect of myself or another in any given time. Drawing the positive out of the conclusions at the end of the day, is easy to overlook, but I consider this to be an important place to finish on an upbeat note.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;All comes to an end, and sooner or later, issues meld into other ones, where previous ones are either compounded, or left behind and forgotten for a time. Or one can be bugged by the fact that it is an ongoing problem for awhile, such as my tropical ulcer that went on and on and on. With no end in sight, this did lead me to be depressed and mournful of my condition. Coming to a grateful place for life in the struggle, sometimes has been a problem wrestled with. Feeling sorry for others ending up in the same place, is perhaps one consolation for having had the problem in the first place. Learning that these things are all lessons and homework along the way, is mental assent, while seeking humour because of the irony and bitterness that are there in stark contrast to any laughter.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I crushed a tooth from biting down on one side of my face so determinedly over the years. Being stubborn has had its price, and no longer am I able to pressure my own face in the same gritty way, is possible. So changes have come despite the hard lessons learned in order to bring the change. It is always easier to speak the changes over doing them, but anyone speaking wisdom has thought long and hard around some of our more common weaknesses.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;My series has all been about seeking to end on a positive note, even if critical of oneself, but include these parts to show the humanness behind the conclusions I have reached that may aid another in their self same struggle through the same issues with a different individual story. If that helps one other, then the blog has been worth the writing. In my humble opinion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I am in a place where I now accept who I am, without being overly one way over another, with a certain amount of objectivity thrown in for good measure. Cheering others to go with the love part of themselves is always challenging, and sometimes quite disappointing. Life goes on however, with, or without us, so just enjoying the journey no matter the issue, is always something to consider doing. I wish for us all a safe journey where we meet at the end of the day to compare notes together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;~Spiritwind~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-6705449319387879657?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/6705449319387879657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=6705449319387879657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/6705449319387879657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/6705449319387879657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2006/12/balancing-human-with-my-spirit.html' title='Balancing the Human with my spirit'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-116218823203505525</id><published>2006-10-30T16:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T16:03:52.053+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paradox of Love</title><content type='html'>How can everything be said to rest on a foundation of love due to so much paradoxes that defy such a concept? Is selfishness love along with using and abusing another? Is death part of love along with pain and suffering? These questions have been the vexation of men and women for centuries, if not millenia due to my finding out that the Bundjalung Aborigines in Australia have Unconditional Love as their philosophy. If love is everything, then where does that place our judgements and thinking? Shall we kill in the name of love to make it right? Is morals and ethics part and parcel of this foundation that we call love too? Where can we go with stating that the One Story is built on such a concept when there is great weariness of soul on these matters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a principle from a higher dimension that is only talked about with any certainty through paradox and koans (it seems) due to our inability to be able to put such a principle into language. Perhaps love is not even the best word to use to describe the process that everything has its being, and certainly no religion has a exclusive take on love that others do not, if this concept is non exclusionary being underneath each and everything. Obviously, we are missing some of the puzzle, for on three dimensions, the concept does not stand up to scrutiny and challenge for some of the negative consequences. But what if it is the thing that never ends, but just keeps changing forms like a snake eating its own tail. Life giving up life in order to fuel more life, or that is what we have become used to as we look at nature for guidance. There is movement in each moment however, and perhaps this is the part to which we call love, over a judgement on it. In fact, why judge it at all? If it flows through transmutation of matter, and is the spark in everything in order for something to be declared alive, then until we can see things from love's side, maybe one cannot pass adequate judgement on the principle. Of course, it is beyond rational logic and reason, and the world and universe can appear to be a violent place in which to live, as remarked by Don Juan (a la Carlos Casteneda) through sorcery eyes. But it does continue to flow without abatement, or seeming to even care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is feelings, then these spring from the breast of man, over the environment showing it most of the time.For me, it took my soulmate (Susan Letourneau of Calgary, Alberta, Canada) to teach me about love, and that perhaps it is an attitude flowing with life that can indeed be gentle and without hard edges if lessons are learnt easily. If we insist on being hit over the head with a piece of wood in order to stay open to it, then no doubt that will happen in short order. Then we wonder why bad things happen to good people and good things happen to bad, and once again get locked into the paradoxes that never end. I think that the snake eating its own tail is perhaps the best way to describe love, for it circles itself, and the wheels go within the wheels to the nth degree it seems as we try every which way to flow with the winds of love. There are endless books and writings on such a subject, and perhaps no-one adequately answers the paradoxes, except perhaps to say that this is the language of the higher realms to be able to speak in sacred geometry through paradox. Maybe it is the only way to aid us to seek out another position from where to view such concepts from a new vantage point beyond right and wrong, good and bad. Surely other things can be defined well enough, but this defies someone doing that. Maybe there are numerous words in other languages to try to identify what it is, such as eros, heavenly, or familial love etc.For me it flows and goes without speech or judgement, or ryhmn or reason. If it did not move, would we be alive at all? And if everything is but an outworking of Mankinds own Dreaming, then perhaps this is where we will meet our keenest challenges in our attempts to understand it or not, in the changeup for the world. It does seem to be a non exclusionary thing that brings life and breath to everything on the planet without judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see that something that is the One-ness would ever exclude anything from its panoply of sight, sound, wonder, and life. Maybe if we just shut down the rhetoric and words, and allowed just an experience with it, then all might be able to see that there is a silver thread that links everything together for each individual in life, along with bringing a unity to collective consciousness yet to be discovered by the masses. It is heady stuff, but perhaps the answers lie not in the head, nor even the heart, but by bringing both of these polarities within every person together into oneness, so that the commentary and life can be seen for our struggle to try and communicate about infinite ideas with finite language. It is laughable, and verbose, but what more can a guy do with something that is so pervasive yet so undefinable?Glad the universe has a sense of humour!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windstill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-116218823203505525?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/116218823203505525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=116218823203505525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/116218823203505525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/116218823203505525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2006/10/paradox-of-love.html' title='The Paradox of Love'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-115950146103414243</id><published>2006-09-29T13:09:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T13:44:21.053+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Transition</title><content type='html'>While my writing these days does not have the same drive as previous writing, I decided some time ago to write various blogs to give different points of view to the same subject so as the human element is fully comprehended. Not one who likes to get caught up with Idealisms, I am gradually landing my own craft to be more personal and subjective in some of my comments over just speaking from a spiritual and wise place. Every part of us is perfectly there and part of the "one mob". Getting the confidence to become who I AM while addressing the who that you are, is my attempt to gradually move the individual thinking over to a more universal and collective point of view. That takes time, with many patterns coming together for us all to gradually see our dreams beginning to take shape, just like a new plant gradually becoming established for the major spurt of growth that comes naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our best days are ahead, including mine, and do think that some of my writing has been a holding pattern as the Intelligent Moment develops its own script where sometimes I get to see where the pieces fit. I do not follow a pattern, and am a person who is like that magical creature who appears only out of choice, not out of need, to those it chooses to meet over the other way around. I operate better in chaos than order, and have always jumped around in every level of life. It has led to great adventures and lifetimes of learning in a short space of time, and is not a product of a school or pile of books other than experiential learning. Some have commented that they think I am an ascensionist. I am not, and love my paradise where I live with no other place seen as better to me. I am quite content and happy every day, and like to give a positive spin, but showing the homework and mental seat of the pants dilemmas faced each day pulling things together in as wise a way as possible. There is also a comment urging me to turn to god, but such a being is only an invention of man's mind, so choose not to go there in any organized religious way, nor reflect any other persons point of view. I am not necessarily a polyamorist, polygamous, or even necessarily held to a monagomous point of view when it comes to relationships, but am open in my headspace where I find that I am conservative in its living. Paradoxes exist to me on every front, and sorting my way through the changes is challenging these days, as things have really speeded up in what in my mind is developing on higher dimensional levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does take a little while for spiritual realizations to actually begin to impact the physical world, being the denser form of light. It doesnt take the spirit long, just the condensing down to matter that takes a mellow jaunt over a hurried rush to get the press running on time, and in total focus for all to see. Perhaps some of the best things to do when it comes to me, is to not worry about whether something fits in my writing or not, for inevitably it will, but maybe not right away. Jigsaws people like to work out, rather than seeing every step in front of them. Some need this, granted, but for me, I am a person who enjoys the journey more than the destination, and think that the legacy of writing at all for me, is to simply be a voice communicating things that I feel are not getting enough voice today. Everyone seeks good communication. I do not look for disciples, nor say that I am anything other than like anybody else who might be reading this, nor am I ever going to state something that probably everyone agrees to. I am not trying to please any group or belief, and am simply speaking my thoughts out loud, and for some, it might be talking rather than walking the walk, but according to whom is such a judgement? What is the epistemology? How do you know or give authority to me from what source or standard? It is my own wisdom, and does not claim to be for everyone, only those who gain something from my thinking outside of my own box. I go in and out of this, and jump around on many levels. If you wish to label me, then this is your choice and ability to do this, but I am not holden to anothers views on me, nor influenced by some party needing their own soapbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am human, do have pains and hurts like everyone else, and get to see that the subconcscious that is tied into the Intelligent Moment has the self same spirit that makes your stories also. In my blogs, you simply get my version of it, and not the definitive one for anyone else. The thoughts are to help prompt your own conclusions and aid to be a mirror in this regard where seeds are sown for even more profound thoughts yet to be borne. Hence the writing that will evolve here, will perhaps have more personal insights and wrestlings with various things, and perhaps some interesting dialogues I am presently lining up with the "giants" that live around where I live. The call is for us all to awaken, and is not to say that I am anybody elses authority but my own. Having said that, I do know that once the freedom we have found from discovering oneself has passed, then a movement back towards the Collective has yet to be addressed by us all, and as a visionary, see that as a major step yet to be pondered seriously at this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While not wishing to amplify the negative, I do give it some voice, but know fully that I get back what I feed out. I give it just the smallest attention as part of our illusionary game and backdrop. Whatever I have said lately, has had an effect of a flourish of comments; which I choose to let all stand over editing any of it out. I have chosen to give a positive spin to life and its flow, as this is what I see most of all in each moment and day, so feel that someone needs to comment on the true happiness that can be found everywhere. It is there to be found, and only need be sought within. Everything is a choice to experience, without judgement. That to me is a wise place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Spiritwind~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-115950146103414243?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/115950146103414243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=115950146103414243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/115950146103414243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/115950146103414243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2006/09/transition_29.html' title='Transition'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-115389369783266833</id><published>2006-07-26T15:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T16:01:37.933+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Search for Hidden Aborigine Information</title><content type='html'>Searching on the net through a variety of search engines for information on the Bunjulung Nation, let me circuitiously back to my own blogs, so I have written some information about aborigines one might not find anywhere else. There is two ways that Bunjulung is spelt, (Bunjulung, and Bundjulung) with neither showing many results. It should be noted that I have no aborigine blood in me for those who wish to know, even though at some point I will choose to become "skin" to one of their tribes when the choice becomes mutual. Having already been offered to be initiated into one tribe on Cape York Peninsula, which I respectfully declined at the time; I know it will be just a question of time before this happens. Finding out any kind of information on the oldest alive tribe on the planet, is a hunt for treasure and like a search for gold. Can a people who have lived in a garden of Eden with its memory still intact, not have written something about their history for the world to read? Is it that sacred a knowledge? Will such knowledge only be obtained through initiation into their secret world, I wonder(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the first university in Australia to have an aborigine arm for academic studies to the Masters Level today, resulted in an further mystery. Their college is called, "Gnibi College of Indigenous Australian Peoples", with the name coming from the aborigine Bunjulung name for the southern cross star system we all see in the southern skies in Australia. They have a "Keeping Place", which is a library of resource material that cannot leave the college. The curious thing is that no-one has yet gone inside to do any research and study from the aborigine material kept in the "Keeping Place". We were referred to the Southern Cross University where we were told they had research papers in the library that could also be studied. So we went there and the liason librarian with Gnibi College at SCU told us that no-one had ever asked to go into that room for research either! Why is this so, is the obvious question; about such ancient people? You would at least have expected that some archeologist may have wished to look at some of the material of the university or aborigine college, but this has yet to happen. A mystery still unfolding in the New Dreamtime, that is for sure, and this is the day before a culturally rich programme on NAIDOC day (19/07/06) that celebrates the survival of aborigine culture. Planned, is a series of performances around the theme of "Respect The Past---Believe in the Future".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With more questions than answers at this time, I certainly plan on being in attendance for these celebrations, but note that the truth is still out there, with no-one working at it's uncovering for the world to read about. Maybe the "sacred" is still hiding in this case, but as this is a dream unfolding, updates will be no doubt forthcoming around this subject. One can read my thesis' on this subject (and others) through my other blogs, and I encourage all readers to pay special attention to its unfolding as I definitely think that there are unseen powers at work to keep this whole aspect well and truly hidden. Whether good or bad intent, I do not know, but am sure it is a crucial piece to the puzzle of unlocking the next step for our unfolding evolution and shifting of dimensions. Never forget that we are in "sacred" aborigine land here, and that the philosophy of this nation where this research is being conducted is "unconditional Love". Maybe the guardians for the sacred will shed some clues in its unfolding drama in northern New South Wales, Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Spiritwind~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-115389369783266833?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/115389369783266833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=115389369783266833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/115389369783266833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/115389369783266833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2006/07/search-for-hidden-aborigine.html' title='Search for Hidden Aborigine Information'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-115276721158671187</id><published>2006-07-13T15:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T15:06:51.600+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Big or Small Letters</title><content type='html'>One changes water to wine through a process each and every year, yet some people continue to believe in miracles where the whole process can be bypassed to create the same thing. Marcel Vogel with his crystal research over the years, was able to drip new wine down a preprogrammed crystal so that by the time it dripped off the bottom of the crystal, it tasted like 50 year old wine! This is taking something that is normally done through a process and therefore represented in this blog as small letters, and going to big letters (or capitalized one’s). Life is normally lived in a step by step process. But there are exceptions to the rule, as always. The Intelligent Moment may require any of us to do the hard work and homework to learn much needed lessons in life, or it can bypass the whole process through networking, and once in awhile, through a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every day life, it might look like I am faithfully following a business plan model to build things step by step to where I have the vision of things going, or it might be that suddenly an angel investor has stepped up to the plate so that year two can be entered in the books instead of year one. Jumping, as it were, to big letters over small ones. One plans the step by step process, but always allows for this secondary aspect to show its head should it be obvious that noesis has planned it that way. So often as a networker par excellence, I have put people together that would not have otherwise met, that were the right match at the right time that jumps the whole process from step by step, to a major leap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are all kinds of postulating going on as to our collective future. They all are interesting exercises in possibilities, but still does not take away personal individual co-creating such a future. Just because we are told predictions by various psychics, does not mean that these will absolutely take place, no matter how much we might like to believe that such a person has a natural gift of prediction. There are infinite possibilities, and timings, and only the Intelligent Moment in co-operation with individual effort do some predictions even have a chance of coming true. In the days to come, we need to step by step do a walk towards our vision or dream, yet we still need to be ready to go to fast track mode should everything go up an octave. This could happen to any of us at any time, even if it is death that we meet, that is everyone’s destiny!  There is always the possibility that the small letters could become big letters, and that we find that we meet the right person that enables our dream to be realized instantly rather than through a process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I look at different potential futures and predictions, I do not put too much weight on them, as each person has a more direct input into their own futures that one telling the masses how it will be for them all. The day has arrived, that even though we are doing the small letters of chopping wood and carrying water, that suddenly the Awakening happens in grand style propelling such people caught up in its whirlpool action where suddenly we are operating at an octave higher than anticipated. This therefore calls for us each one to be ready to go quantum in the story for individual realization, to jumping to where our individual stories are fulfilled. Every other person is an advisor to the Self, but at the end of the day, it is your decision that is required as to what one wishes for themselves over someone else telling us the way it is going to be. That is a choice only you can make, and not someone else on my behalf. These are principles to remember in the days to come, when all kinds of soothsayers will offer their future for your acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Spiritwind~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-115276721158671187?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/115276721158671187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=115276721158671187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/115276721158671187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/115276721158671187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2006/07/big-or-small-letters.html' title='Big or Small Letters'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-115085422276029076</id><published>2006-06-21T11:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:09:46.236+10:00</updated><title type='text'>No Need To Argue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With everyone within reach of getting their dreams, first by having one to begin with; there is no need to argue. Endeavouring to win people over to one side is a waste of energy where it needs to be conserved for enabling one’s own dream to become a reality. We only have so much time in a lifetime, and perhaps we all have not used our time in the most effective way if we seek to get our grander dreams on the go. Winning people over to one point of view will not aid getting a personal dream, unless one is brainwashed to seek a collective dream over an individual one. Maybe the way to achieve a Collective Dream is first by finding out how one gets to follow one’s own bliss before embarking on a loftier Dream. We have eternity to get the Collective Dreamtime together, with a lot of time to ruminate over how wise we have all been in the limited due date time we have allotted to getting our own act together. Finding out what one’s bliss is, is a great start, but formulating a plan whereby this is realized takes time and trial and error until we can become confident in our efforts towards such a goal. That is the challenge of us all. Some have already found their life path and are firmly on it. I speak of what has become conscious, as I firmly think that we all are on our life path and most are unaware of what that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Instead of arguing that there is one point of view better than another, maybe we simply could ask what the other person’s dream is, and aid in the finding of it if they haven’t a clue as to what that is. If they ask your own, then it is time to give a reason as to what dreams you have without others feeling threatened because they are not sure. Everyone has a path, and few there be that have the same as another. This is on an individual level not including the universal dream of Unconditional Love.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;By showing interest in another’s dream can have a magical effect of raising the energy levels of those who begin to discover themselves and their dreams. If following their bliss is found, then this goes from strength to strength as they become confident going one step at a time towards such a possibility. If it is the true purpose of their existence, then everyone can look closer as to where in the jigsaw puzzle such a piece will go, and once seen in the Collective, will be even more energy raising. These things are the kinds of moves that will bring the vibration higher in the days that follow as we aid each other to get right footing over seeking a competition or debate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;By not arguing, it is my opinion that this will allow people to let their guard down and become open without need to defend a position. An aggressive stance need not be taken, just like standing on someone’s doorstep when knocking. Best to step back when the door is opened to show that nothing is being pushed other than the doorbell. The same goes for our talking with each other, which only goes to show everyone what state each person is in inside of themselves with the balanced views and stances we all take when talking with one another. It is time to think about healing over thinking about war. Right now, war is not at most peoples door, regardless of what the powers that be would like everyone to focus on. It is good to see that people are beginning to switch off the negativity that is the media, which is not reflective of life at all. If they wish to argue that point with you, then walk away, and then there is no argument, and there is no energy given to illusions and lies that have no basis in reality. Love lives more in each moment than hate if the whole world in each moment is taken into account. Sure death is our destiny, and comes knocking in everyone’s family sooner or later, no question, but this is not a hateful thing, or a war generating story where the whole world is becoming armed. That belongs to the few who have so much money that they do not know what to do with it. If love was in their hearts they truly would spend it on making the world a better place, but I see none of that in the governments of the world today. Rulership seems to bring out the worst in people who want absolute control over one or the other. Or such social planning endeavours to take away free choice so that it is made on an individuals behalf so that enslavement to the system can more easily occur. It is easy to argue over semantics, rules and regulations, and whatever may take our attention and energy. If that can be seized, then the limitedness we all have, is captured without much fight due to ignorance of what is taking place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Hence it is my opinion, that as many as are aware to simply disconnect from giving needless energy to causes that sap the force needed to learn one’s own place in the world to truly make it a better place. Best the little people take the bull by the borns, and in sheer numbers make the leaders bow their heads at the end of the day, with no choice but to follow as they discover that no-one is dancing to their pied piper anymore! Wouldn’t that surely be a nice change not seen in modern history(?) Give energy to Love and how it breaks down in life. Matter is but condensed light, so to raise our consciousness this way, allows light to gradually lift in its vibration so that freedom can truly dawn down to microscopic levels. When one lives Love in everyday moments, it is a cloudy day for each person when one cannot go there from choice. That happens to everyone, but Love can be the choice to go towards all of the time, and I have always encouraged people to begin to look there for their true happiness and measure of their success on the path of following one’s bliss. May you all find this path in the days to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;~Spiritwind~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-115085422276029076?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/115085422276029076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=115085422276029076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/115085422276029076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/115085422276029076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2006/06/no-need-to-argue.html' title='No Need To Argue'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-114842801348308709</id><published>2006-05-24T09:45:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T09:46:53.503+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Limits Reached</title><content type='html'>Perusing the news, it is good to see that there are people beginning to awaken to the need for positive and loving messages. There is also a picture of people beginning to think for themselves instead of being fed material by zetas or scientologists, made-up religions (including Christianity) or politicians. It is also becoming clear that people are awakening to the fact that the game for hoodwinking the general public forever is also drawing to a close, as momentum begins to build towards a freer society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an article yesterday about a group working in one of the cities in Australia who believe in not supporting the current model by becoming “Freegans” or people who dive into dumpsters for thtow out foods from supermarkets etc. This has been done for a long time by the homeless, but these are not homeless people. It is ordinary people fed up with the current system, and who are taking the matter into their own hands. It is not the thing I would do, but certainly it shows creativity in the way the problem is being approached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can only build a sandhill so high with limited circumference before it begins to tumble all by itself, and I have long thought that the takeover madness could only happen for so long, before a consolidation at the top, and a limiting of profits began as profits cannot be continued forever at the rate and climb that everyone wants, whether by the banks, governments, and the like. This has peaked, as can be seen that the stock market is not rising much on any front anywhere any more. There is weakness in the system anywhere you look, and any one domino may make the whole lot begin to tumble. Shoring up of different aspects is being tried at the moment, but that can only go on for so long before the pressure comes from another front. It is if the powers that be, are busy trying to stop the dam bursting by running around to different crisis, and trying to manage it for another days huge profit. However, the flood of chinese goods in the marketplace, shows that we have reached the limit of what we can buy and absorb, and expect to see many fireside sales in the days to come, as things no longer move or sell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly bursting at the seams, they do not know what to do with the amassed weath, as can be seen by the Australian governments dilemma from the massive amount of money rolling currently to the treasury. Yet they refuse to lower the tax on the bowser and petrol pump, so like a monkey determined to hold onto his catch in a jar, and thus being trapped, they are contributing to slowing down the whole economy and a general inflation due to higher costs. With increased energy demands worldwide with the increase in power usage as people begin to plug into the system at large, with Australia sitting on 40% of the world’s uranium, a push is now happening on nuclear power, instead of re-opening Tesla towers for free energy for all, or allowing the public to have the free energy that governments use at the highest military levels. Once again, the monkey refusing to budge, by trying to make people buy into continued use of dinosaur technologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps there needs to be a flood of blogs talking about the alternatives, or the madness that power corrupting the who system has shown in the past numbers of years. In a game of chess, it appears as though the powers that be are on the run, and fast trying to cover their own tracks for the backlash known to be coming. Unbeknownst to most, there has quietly been an alternative infrastructure built by the intelligent moment, which has not been discussed or perceived by the powers that be. It can only be seen by those who are aware and awake, who have travelled and know how to assess the environment they move around in, wherever they go. Communities have been organized in all kinds of ways, in a colourful and spectacular joining of hands in unconditional love all over the place no matter what religious order, thought, race, or creed. This is not limited to one small place, but has happened globally from an unseen level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have perceived in the past number of years is that these have now begun to merge towards each other, or sought alliance or the potential of it. Everything is in place for a counterculture away from the present playmakers plans. It has also become obvious that the powers that be, despite the money rolling their way, that they are beginning to retreat for they know their time is now short, and they have to try consolidate their power with power. The government here, has put draconian laws into place that can lock down whole communities, and the army can shoot to kill its own citizens. The dismantling of industrial relations, and the unrest from all of their actions, is peaking around the corner, eyeball to eyeball with the powers that be. Once the flood begins, nothing will stop the flow, and the powers that be, will be forever swept away, never more to be able to regain power, world-wide. Whether mercy is shown, depends on the honesty that has been shown. For those who have been heavy handed, I doubt mercy will be theirs to be had, as they never showed kindness, neither will it be shown to them. Karmic in many ways, there is a backlash building, as all have to do their homework, including at higher levels that presently live in a fantasy of their own making. The truth will prevail, and the freight train is bearing down on the messes they have created. Those who live by the sword surely will die by it in the days to come, as dreams become real on every level. The time draws nigh, and we live on a knife’s edge currently, between materialism, and the sacred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brace yourselves, or love yourself. That is our choice currently as we dream our dreams with the possibility it is on the backdrop of oblivion, but they will come true, on some level or other. Materialism, or the sacred, which will you have viewing where it all leads? The limits have been reached!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windstill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-114842801348308709?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/114842801348308709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=114842801348308709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/114842801348308709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/114842801348308709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2006/05/limits-reached.html' title='Limits Reached'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-114307677567111345</id><published>2006-03-23T11:19:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T11:19:35.690+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;My first memories were under a giant Rock that today might appear to be somewhat of a pyramid in a natural rock formation, near &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Wagga Wagga&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New South Wales&lt;/st1:State&gt;, in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. It was here at the tender age of two, that I can take my 55 year old mind back to. What was it that caused me to remember so early? I remember a chicken getting its head chopped off and it running around in a circle for the longest time without a head, not a nice first memory. Nor was the memory enhanced around its being dressed, which as a kid, I really thought was gross in the extreme. No, it was the bread dripping with honey, and saturated in the old kind of cream that came straight off the cream separator where I saw it turned off the milk, in gorgeous waves. The taste was too good to not remember, and have never had cream like I had in those early days before pasteurization, and a cheapening of the beauty of its original taste.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Of course, my grandma always opened the door for me, whereas my own mum took her time, and was never there so that I got angry when she came to the door late, instead electing that grandma should open the door, as she did it without fuss. I remember the grandfather clock ringing through the night, and the exploration of the farm and all of its exciting flowers, hay bales, chickens, turkeys, smells, and tastes such as the cream and honey on bread. Too soon, my parents took me away from such an ideal setting that my young mind just loved so much, and my anger began. Why could I not have grandma as my mum? Why did I have to leave the farm that I forever was trying to get back to as a kid? It was always my retreat in my head, and was always unhappy and angry that the earliest of chapters had to end so prematurely.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;It has taken me about 40 years to really take a look at the damage I took by dwelling on this point throughout my life, and the beginnings of my anger that was always simmering throughout my life. Not an easy thing to reconcile, so in endeavouring to make amends to the inner child, I have begun to be kind and compassionate, giving my inner child the sweets denied me as a kid, even though the cost has been the losing of my chewing teeth in these later years. However, I have now made a channel for which to allow my unconditional love to begin to flow again, that was hampered too much by my anger when little. I am indeed sorry that things did not work out the way I wished, but I hug my kid inside, and keep reassuring him that things will now be alright, with attention given to any little thing the kid in me wishes to teach the adult in me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Now the kid can begin to teach me love, and I am listening.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;" lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Windstill.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-114307677567111345?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/114307677567111345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=114307677567111345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/114307677567111345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/114307677567111345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-first-memories.html' title='My First Memories'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-113478181460615514</id><published>2005-12-17T11:09:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T11:10:14.633+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose Dream Is It Anyway?</title><content type='html'>If we are entering a New Dreamtime, of whose making will be the New Dream? The New World Order’s? Or your own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to manifest your own dream? If you don’t, then perhaps it is time to begin to find out how to do that. If you don’t know how, talk to someone who does, or write me a comment, and I will reply to it. By aiding others dreams come true, whether the New World Order’s or your local authority, you begin to get the idea of how this is done, as they (New World Order) certainly have the notion to make a new slave race of everyone, as the screws gradually get tightened down and then suddenly we find ourselves “locked down”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The authorities are feeling that one out with a crisis that doesn’t exist, via the bird flu, along with the hype of terrorism that comes from government agents a lot of the time. With the most trapped birds in the world, China has the most potential to develop the bird flu problem. Taking note of when SARS hit, it was pretty clear that it was mainly hitting those with Asian origins, anywhere in the world. One only had to look at the statistics of Toronto or Vancouver’s to see this, but not reported in the closely guarded propaganda machine (the media).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither does one read of all of the microbiologists mysterious deaths over the past number of years to be asking the question as to who is behind it? Governments? (Implicated by their silence) Or Pharmeceuticals? (Implicated by their knowledge of the potential problems when mutated, which could only have come from such microbiologists.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was noted that a thread begun by Spiritwind on the Future meeting the Past, the focus going to experiments (again by governments) with time and space creating a rift that has not been healed. However, the thrust of the article by Spiritwind is that there is no technology on the planet that cannot be incorporated into the body of Mankind once it begins to flex its muscles anytime we collectively awaken. Not seen yet, but we are on the threshold of creating whatever we want. Hence the challenge as to whose dream do you really want? A controlling, slave driven one that constantly feeds a machine, or one that is free to be who it is, and  live in a blissful state as each person is allows and encouraged to live their own personal dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These dreams don’t necessarily have to continue paying bills to anyone, as unconditional love can reign for such freedom to exist. I know of no other way of aiding that to happen than to embrace unconditional love, and freely give, and freely receive without thought of payment/repayment. Learning to play it forward, and to push so that the rebound comes back via another needs can always bring a welcome surprise when receiving a gift that is unexpected, yet exactly what we always wanted in equal proportion to what we gave out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been noted by the author that the “golden age” in China began when all the laws were abolished, with only about three remaining on the books (most likely something like the golden rule and a few others). And that was without the universal changes that we face, but does give clear evidence that this time too, if done right, can be the start of another “golden age”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Become your own dream, and step right into it. Not just on the sidelines, or the thinking you can be there one day when this or that occurs, but the dream you feed with each step taken in each moment. Instead of a horizontal time line, we might become surprised when time swings vertically, and the dream manifests before our eyes in unbelievable fashion! If you have never tried, you will never know! But I have witnessed many of my dreams come true, just by the thinking, and speaking of them, in an instant. It can be so for us all, and we can change the story more than we presently know, through the collection of many, swinging the ship of Mankind towards a new direction based in love, and not fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to your new Dream! Step right into it as soon as you decide that you can………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     Windstill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-113478181460615514?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/113478181460615514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=113478181460615514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/113478181460615514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/113478181460615514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2005/12/whose-dream-is-it-anyway.html' title='Whose Dream Is It Anyway?'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-113443523324276731</id><published>2005-12-13T10:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T10:53:53.256+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Wrong Inside</title><content type='html'>I know what is wrong, and it is learning about unconditional love, and how a part of me has trouble accepting it. There is so much in my past I would like to go back to, just for it to balance, and it is left in unbalanced ways sitting like a weight in my subconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a forward moving person, peering at the possibilities before deciding which one I wish to sample today. It is learning to balance dreams and reality, while watching the past. Any of my dreams are now do-able in my mind, and I have learned that the Dreamtime is the real time. I enter my Dreamtime every moment of the day, looking at all the possibilities facing me in my moment, and deciding which path I wish to move towards at this point in my life. There is no past for me to turn back to any more, as the point of no return seems to have been reached long ago. Trying to go back to fix things brings ‘the who’ that I am to a complete stop. I don’t get creative with my writing, and my macro gaze is made to look into micro detail, and sometimes that balance is necessary. But that driving male part that is set on action and aliveness for making whatever dream come true is brought to a halt looking back.  I desire at this time for what is within the realm of my reality, to bring the joy and love I have for this life lived, giving it the gusto in my action. I also try to give it the balance it so much desires. Hence I can only look back so much, which is not much for the person that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any cutting edge takes balance between the future and this moment in pastoral conscious input from me, so that the mortal mind can absorb so much, but I am clinging to reality through the imagery it gives me on so many levels, that I now appreciate this reality so much. It is the foundation that my forever is built on with love plating, so am now concentrating on the movie of life I am creating. How will I play it differently when I come back and try it again, along a different time-line next time round? If I do this enough, I think it quite possible in the days to come, that we will find ourselves bi-located into our multi-verse. Can I handle the bigger ‘Me’ that I then find? So in many ways, it is an observing of the way I am, what moves me, what stops me, where issues are that when I go forward, the rear is exposed. ‘The Paradoxes’; yet the balance point being between the two paradoxes demands to be resolved and noted. So how high was the colour indigo anyway? Do I need to go into the next dimension to see the path? So I make it now, and the forever goes from my gaze, with full love for whatever is created in this life. If we can come back and try out different time-lines, then perhaps the magic is about to break, and if that begins to happen for people, (and if it surely does,) and exponential sacred experiences bring true magic back again, then with such loss of control to true freedom felt by all, what is going to be the outcome? It would be best to try and work out the mechanics of how things should be done ahead of time in the typical male way. Women know it instinctively inside themselves. But the men just have to work it out the hard way. The 'Painter and the Paint'; the ‘Animus and the Anima’; the ‘Yin and the Yang’; all are polarities that seek our attention. And the Tao beyond it All, that both is and isn’t, and maybe neither, where is the Love? Like the Tao, it is like a koan, that if someone tried to define it then it is limited. By speaking koan's sometimes, the picture is given. They can balance out both side. Loving hate; or does it sound better hate loving? Both need each other to come into right perspective, one being only half of the story. The Beloved is the combination of them both, and what a joyful loving place that can be! That depends on what I feed my dream by where my attention is. While not denying the feelings of some of the worst results that are happening around me, (my thoughts jump to the fact that at least they designed a really soft, three ply toilet paper, and am told, heated and washing toilets in Japan) the worst of polarities can be humorous indeed even if it is an arse-hole here or there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Universe has a sense of Humour, and Death can be that. That’s the start of the next game that just might intersect this moment, and we can never know which moment that will be. So each moment is a trial run to me as to what I will create on a continuing basis in Love for the movie to just continue beyond death! Controlling our reality ABSOLUTELY demands that I begin to try what is being said, hence my dreams taking me well into the future. One visit to the future was enough for me. One visit to another planet another time, was enough. Meeting the Beloved Once was enough. Having consciously connected to Source once was also enough. If I were to only have dark chocolate once, then it was worth the experience. No, perhaps make that one twice! There is so much to experience and lay a base with, that I feel as though I lose touch with it all sometimes. Many things blow out all of my fuses of my inner 'knowing' as everything converges. See my own little worlds within this world blown right out. But this gives meaning to my soul where it would be just nonsense to another person. Where would I begin to talk if I began to have memory of the forever? Can one begin, or can one end? Is it or isn’t it, or both, or none? High and low, in and out, up and down, male or female? When I can make them all One, then if done collectively, we will all leave this place together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up folks, its time to make time into no time!! With two scoops of unconditional love painted in its sound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-113443523324276731?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/113443523324276731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=113443523324276731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/113443523324276731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/113443523324276731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-is-wrong-inside.html' title='What Is Wrong Inside'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-113401202491843558</id><published>2005-12-08T13:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T13:20:24.936+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Love</title><content type='html'>As we enter into a festive season, I thought that the best link that says it best is this one, and wish anyone reading this that they experience love at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youarelovemovie.com/"&gt;http://www.youarelovemovie.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-113401202491843558?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/113401202491843558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=113401202491843558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/113401202491843558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/113401202491843558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2005/12/being-love.html' title='Being Love'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-113375267106131778</id><published>2005-12-05T13:11:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T13:17:51.103+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragmentation</title><content type='html'>Everyone reading underground news along with doing their own research, knows the following. All weather and natural disasters these days is controlled by the governments of the day, world-wide, although they hide from such truths. All inbalances caused in nature today is also a result of our being out of synch with the sacred element flowing through all of nature. Our science thinks it knows best, but all western science is segmented, and in boxes; typical of western thinking. What cannot be assessed and known (the subtle sacred realms undergirding everything) is discredited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intricate sorcery is in, with microbiologists who have known too much in the past number of years, dying world-wide, many under suspicious circumstances. It has been known for some time that we would be facing biological warfare. We already have faced chemical warfare, and medical warfare, educational warfare, class warfare, race warfare etc. (Conquering by division) All systems we have allowed the world to create on our behalf, no longer work. With the world so focussed on making money, there has been no choice but to go to a global market. The pieces can’t be put into place fast enough, as economies begin to falter worldwide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we have had a love affair with dinosaur technology on some fronts, on others, as soon as one understands the things, they are already obsolete! Our attention and love with the old technology is deliberately done to keep our focus away from where technology really is, in the hands of a few. The keys for creation of matter have been unlocked for many years now, along with the knowledge of genes that can be switched on so we can actually live forever, if so desired. The cure for all diseases technology exists also. It is interesting to watch those who think they are in power, keeping on going where others have long died and disappeared off the scene, such as Kissinger, the Royal family, the Rothchild family etc. None of them seem to live a shorter life. I have no doubt that there are cloned humans alive and well on the planet, and no doubt that there are aliens in our midst as well, both on the planet, and parked off the planet. Any depth reading indicates this, as many have seen the UFOs (some of which are man-made) including huge Mother ships, such as the Sun Cruiser’s that come and go off the bow of our Sun. Our world could fit in their trunk, so big are they!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes for the worse are upon us, due to our fragmenting and changing the dials of the weather, of warfare (scalar warfare is becoming standard fare), and universally. Huge explosions are taking place in space that we have yet to feel the effects of, but I have no doubt that what we are doing on the planet has direct effect throughout the universe. When scalar technology is activated on earth, it is well documented as to how it affects the sun, and it is not just fossil fuels doing this, but the technology that is being played with, whether the HAARP project, or the creation of earthquakes, and manipulation and size creation of hurricanes. We all have heard that a butterfly flapping its wings has an effect in London, so intertwined is everything. One only has to take a drive wherever you are to see what havoc we all are creating on the world to feed the dinosaur technology that is killing the planet and us. There are mines everywhere; clear cut foresting, which when seen is a rape of the land and its fauna, bird life, and displacement of its animal populations. The seas are way overfished, so that they no longer are recovering. Despite the huge storms now created, it is not enough to stop the worldwide drought now on us everywhere, with water levels barely able to keep up with its uses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This news, is just the way it is, and is not fear based, even if we might all look like a drought and hunger country in Africa we all have come to know. It is to bring home the point as the North American Indian Elder once told me that it is the way it is, because of the fragmentation we all have within, mirrored without. As a result, we are looking at our extinction. (At least the white coloured races will simply disappear never to be seen again. Last to come, and first to go for colour or lack of it.) The healing is coming though, but it will come with the Self, and we all may have to pay the price of not heeding the warnings we all have seen for most of our lives. The earth breathes, but we have long forgotten how to breathe and flow along with her in Oneness and Wholeness. We have cut her veins, and severed her arteries, and poured toxic waste on her lands. We do the same to ourselves, filling ourselves with junk food, cutting the last tree down so we can have our last can of Coke or Pepsi! We never look at our emotional health, let alone our own personal levels of power divorced from such things as materialism and money. Healing begins with the self, so that the bigger Self “gets it”! Marches, and protests do nothing if the work is not begun within. The without will take care of itself, once enough of us, begin to heal those mirrored places within. A bit like “have you hugged your little inner George Bush today?” After all, we all have that puppet place within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have a loving place within as well that will speak more about allowing this place to transmute everything for complete healing on all levels before it is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                Windstill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-113375267106131778?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/113375267106131778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=113375267106131778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/113375267106131778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/113375267106131778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2005/12/fragmentation.html' title='Fragmentation'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-113045966454732247</id><published>2005-10-28T10:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T10:34:24.573+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternatives</title><content type='html'>It has been said that there is nothing new under the sun, and when one looks around at the society we have created, we see lots of creative ideas that still fit within certain parameters, but no further, reinforcing the saying. Of course we all ‘know’ that there are wondrous machines out there that require no fuel, and do not line anyone’s pocket, but they simply are not allowed on the market. ( I have watched a magnetic motor of Bill Mueller’s in Canada; which required no fuel, and was over unity, running at 200 mph; General Motors holds the rights for such neodymium magnets for North America, do you wonder why?) We all have come to see oil companies as parasitical. However, all of us have and continue to support such a machine, and it is only through greed that the oil companies are seeing people gradually moving back to scooters and bikes, along with looks at alternative fuels. The devils excrement has caused the needless death of many innocent people simply because they lived in the wrong place where there is oil, and became expendable to the needs of the sucking machines we line up to fill (e.g. East Timor, and Iraq---read Noam Chomsky on these subjects, even if somewhat slanted to one faction’s position). The quicker we can move away from such models we have had love affairs with for too long, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked with another man who said cloth and paper could be made from clay instead of trees, through an electrification process. All of these things are new technology. He went to the government of Alberta to show them such alternatives, but the Premier was more interested in selling half the forests to Mitsubishi of Japan than bothering to look at green solutions. Money talks, but even that is fast coming to an end in the very near future coming to a place near you. What alternatives have you put into place and moved towards? As we move away from what is the technology that we have become addicted to so easily, remember that we all possess much more than all of these things within, that in the years ahead will activate, and all of the old technologies of today will fade away into the past like a whaling station gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a healthy cottage industry for folk medical cures worldwide that have stood the test of time far better than any modern pharmaceutical models that once again just line the pockets to the machine we have created that just give a big sucking sound. For example, olive leaf extract (isomer specific) has been shown in tests to kill all viruses known to man, including Ebola. Another example has been the chondriana that was discovered by George Merkyl (now deceased) some years ago now, which is a persons own private army at sub-cellular levels, which are immortal, and primordial, seemingly recalled through processes of increased ATP, GTPs in the body. On another front along the same line, five times extract of epilobium parvaflorum (Small Flowered Willow Herb) of FTP-1, have in pilot tests at Vancouver General Hospital, been shown to whack the androgen system for men’s prostate problems, and we are just beginning to understand that plastics from oil have been mimicking estrogens to both men and women with disastrous consequences to men with as many men dying of prostate cancer as women of breast cancer. Dr Paul Hornby PhD Pathology, and developer of Prostaid, has told me that half of men aged forty show symptoms of prostate problems, and by age 60, all men show some weakness there, so that if men live long enough, prostate cancer is the likely cancer and death men face. (See Prostaid, &lt;a href="http://www.herbalsciencenutrition.com/"&gt;http://www.herbalsciencenutrition.com&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these things are cottage industry that needs media support to turn the masses to things that actually work away from big business who line up for government assistance while cleverly making it impossible for the cottage industry to do likewise. (see Codex) This herbal area, has huge potentials mankind is not hearing about on many fronts (John Heinerman has researched such folk medical anthropology). I mentioned earlier that an excellent herb called Yerba Mate (with contact for purchase being Susan Letourneau, &lt;a href="mailto:susanlet@NOSPAMshaw.ca"&gt;susanlet@NOSPAMshaw.ca&lt;/a&gt;) which has every nutrient needed for mans survival, is dry and an excellent survival food. With 1 Kg of the loose herb lasting an easy 1 month giving full nutrients (200 nutrients, the most of any plant found on the planet). A quick search on ‘research on Yerba Mate on Google, can confirm this, along with all of its many health benefits. Lastly, look at the extract ibogaine from the Iboga Plant (and Australis Tabernanthe here in Australia) from the Ivory Coast, that can take a person off their addictions whether heroin or whatever, without withdrawals! A genuine ‘white light’ experience extract. Why are we not seeing these things in the marketplace(?) Need I say more!! These are the kinds of things underground news needs to feature over the big businesses non performing drugs and medical spin. Alternative therapies today can change the DNA (see Body Electronics) where Dr Ray, for example, was ran out of town in USA for curing a Down’s Syndrome person. Thinking this witchcraft, the town got rid of him, and he came down to Australia (dying of a heart attack a number of years ago now, in NZ) where one woman patient of B.E. reported in the ‘Woman’s Weekly’ magazine, that she regrew her breast that had been removed through radical mastectomy. Do you think that orthodox medicine can do these things? I do not think so…………They are more in the chop-chop, augment business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to an interview yesterday from the BBC talking with Bill Gates, and he was asked what the future of computers were, and he said they could make the software for all the little gadgets that are a spin off from the main PC’s, but I really heard nothing innovative or new coming out of one of the biggest sucking machines on the planet. The same old lining is ongoing for a few opportunistic pockets, with the same old stories, and the same old spin. Those people who tried to keep things free as ‘open source’ programming where this all originated from, were simply left in the dust from the opportunity for such a sucking machine to be fed. And we will see far more creative ways to take money for those seeking new opportunities. However, the system is dying for lack of direction for Mankind to higher levels and its loving foundation. Those who had breakthrough machines have been sidelined along the way, whether Tesla, or machines like the Reich machine, or scalar machines that can cure any cancers when tested on animals, according to &lt;a href="http://www.cheniere.org/"&gt;www.cheniere.org&lt;/a&gt; and Tom Bearden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of our systems are in need of overhaul, and are creaking under stress of new technology sitting on the sidelines while we continue to hang on to the old models. Think hard of what system you think is working well these days(?) Are there any that are mainstream? Medical, educational, justice, politics, transportation, etc. Is there one? Then begin to get ready for wholesale changes and make small steps towards such a goal even if it means simplifying ones life in order for not feeding greedy machines anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was drumming with an African Master Drummer (Kwasi) in Vancouver, who holds an open house every Saturday night for a few hours of pounding out rhythms on drums to ones hearts content, there were levels upon levels of rhythm that shone through, with an interesting effect emerging where upper harmonics began to emerge with no particular individual creating them. With the patterns and rhythms came another level of sound above it all that simply resonated with those participating so that I listened with wonder to the music from higher levels. Like going to a tarot card reader, or keen astrologer, those who shine above the rest, have a handle on the theories, but lay the basics down to extrapolate higher meanings from the base that everyone else operates from. (Learn the rules in order to break them kind of thing.) It is this reaching for the stars into upper limits that begins to sort the adults from the children, and the wonder is acknowledged. Same with the seeing of sacred geometry coming through writing, where one cannot talk about the sacred, though it comes out through the sacred geometry created, so one knows that they ‘know’ the sacred in a noetic way. A good example of this is the poet Rumi; where the sacred shines through whatever poem he has created, with resonance to the higher levels once again.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;This theme of moving towards the higher dimensions we all are rapidly heading towards, is the ‘new’ I see emerging in the days to come. Like the movie where aliens come to earth with tonal music, perhaps we will create machines that set up resonance for sacred geometry that will attract an interaction from sacred realms with the ordinary ones, so that if the right sequences are in place, the “other side” might choose to communicate with us mortals in a language we can understand. There is a song my dad used to sing which also brings this thought home where “I was sitting one day at an organ” and a “Lost Chord” is struck where the angels could be heard to sing. I see no reason why this is not possible, and if people are gifted enough to channel today, or in some religions to speak in tongues, then the day is fast coming where a machine like that of the breast plate of the High Priests in the old testament, where specific direction was obtained from a higher realm, becomes a reality. Whether that or the magic electrical wands the Ancients had in Egypt, it is all possible in this Electric Universe. It would be nice to seek out with no uncertainty, direction from the highest realm we can tap into on our way back to ‘Source’. It is not only imperative we seek to create such connections, but our very existence depends on us awakening to these higher realms. Some already tap into it, as they are no longer asleep, but are already quite mindful, aware, and awake. It is time for us to begin learning how to be baby ‘gods’ with a view that one day we actually might grow up into these higher realms instead of the perennial playing with the same toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we begin our new model from the lasting foundation of Love that is always symbiotic creating win-wins for everybody and everything, happiness and laugher can once again rule, and fear become a thing of a past as the sucking sound diminishes to nothing. We all want this, and perhaps this is a direction yet to be explored again by Mankind. It certainly is a possibility whose time has come, where the sacred begins to come forward so we know without question that we live in sacred times that are magical, transformative, and loving. Seek for the higher realms, and if that just be a prayer in your heart, or faith in your soul, at least it is a start towards the same ends. Support cottage industry, and begin to move away from sucking sounds in our society seeking instead win-win models perhaps based on old barter exchanges that will make a comeback in the days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the force be with you as you feel the sacred’s presence as you seek more of its communion then spread the happiness as connection is made….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-113045966454732247?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/113045966454732247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=113045966454732247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/113045966454732247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/113045966454732247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2005/10/alternatives.html' title='Alternatives'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-112976998049739359</id><published>2005-10-20T10:56:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T10:59:40.506+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Australian Aborigine Dreamtime</title><content type='html'>Studying Aborigine Dreaming stories, it becomes apparent, that before the time that “time” began, everything used to be fluid, with men being able to shape shift into animals. It was a time when their ancestors were sometimes spirit, sometimes sky, at others, the land itself. If this is the way they say things began, then one could expect that as things begin merging back into Oneness, that a fluid state is about to be re-entered. The stories are certainly interesting, and if one was going to become a Creator, then they definitely are a must to read. Although it has been said that Aborigines have never left a written record of their history, that has been changed in modern times. From 1980 through to 1990s, Jennifer Isaacs compiled stories from the aborigines into a single book called, “Australian Dreaming”. 40,000 years of Aborigine History. There are art books that are a story in art and pictures of the aborigines (Arts of the Dreamtime, Australia’s Living Heritage, once again a compilation by Jennifer Isaacs), and there is an excellent background book sold in bookstores around the world today called, “Voices of the First Day”, Awakening in the Aboriginal Dreamtime, by Robert Lawlor with the proceeds going to a rehabilitation centre in South Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A totemic ancestor story might take this form for example. The Sun was born from the earth which took the moon as the mother and gave birth to Venus, which is the beginnings of the totemic ancestors. Being the oldest race on the planet, we have no tools to dispute such a story, nor evidence other than their story, but if this is one of their origin stories, then it is no stretch of the imagination to state that all stories originate from Mankind’s mind as a myth to understand ourselves better. Everything, including concepts of creation, come from our minds, even a concept of God if present in the culture. Aborigine stories help to understand the Mankind’s mind exists outside the bounds of this universe, and that at some point, we become Spirit Ancestors to begin a New Dreaming in an ongoing way. Their stories are the attempt to put the spirit into matter, and matter into spirit, and are an effective means to remember topography and animals alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the Kimberley’s of Western Australia, I heard one Elder tell me a story drawn from modern times to emphasize this point. He said the crow is always calling for the “Ark” as it was the first bird let go from the Ark after the flood, which never came back. Hence you will always hear a crow calling “Ark, Ark, Ark!” This is a christian story put into aborigine context, to remember the birds unique cry to tell their young. Over time, this might become totemic. However, there is another level to all of their stories that we never get to hear about, as the Dreaming is ongoing, and Sacred, and either men’s business, or women’s business, which prohibits its telling outside of the right circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking this one step further, I therefore suspect that the sacred is the other half of the story, which shows how we each are that totemic ancestor through our lineage or linkage through the ceremonies, which then gives significance to every bump on the landscape, or animal or bird. Further back, we are them all, and through participation of such creation stories through dance and ceremony, activation for continued Dreaming is ongoing. The aborigine sorcery is as good as any on the planet, including Don Juan’s to Carlos Casteneda’s variety. If we do not have such stories, then we invent our own throughout our lives. Mine could read that when something supernatural occurred, it was through a linkage with spirit, or my spirit transmigrated to some other form that helped my spirit to manifest something interesting. Spiritwind would say it is the future and past Selves meeting in the present to aid in bringing the best choices available in the moment for the fulfilment of Love’s purpose in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aborigine stories are full of fights and death, something we all are aquainted with. However, if we are making our own stories that will stand the test of time and ages like those of the aborigines, then reading their stories, and living amongst them leads me to believe that the lessons to learn from all of this is to at some point, start to come from our good sides for as long as it can be sustained. The good side can win over the bad side, if that is the side that is fed continually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the aborigines re-enact the deeds of these totemic ancestors, they invoke their presence with them in their corroborrees. Every aborigine knows their totem, and tribal one as well, even if they do not know their own fathers. This way, their spirituality is more important an aspect of life to them than their physical lineage, as it is the sacred that gives them life and love. The sacred dances then links other dimensions with the everyday ones. Aborigines access the second world and have done so as long as time has been here. We on the other hand, mythically shut ourselves out of the garden where they never left. The aborigines are well aware and knowledgeable about the second world, and even their art is done with two lines and two themes to represent such a second world. By such connections, where many people see aborigines as primitive, they are miles ahead of us, as they have much to teach if approached respectfully. As they are aware (there are real alpha men-men amongst them) of all of the levels, and how the Dreamtime works experientially, personal power for them is a given. They walk humbly, with open hearts, and joyous hearts. Those who have managed to survive to become an Elder, have gone through the sorrowful walks and addictions that enslave them, but have overcome to further the collective knowledge of them all. Being the personification of the land, makes them the talking stick for everything they come across on all levels. They can tell you everything needed to be known about anything in their environment. I have found them to be walking encyclopaedias for those able to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting beyond ones addictions, can be a challenge not only to aborigines (and all of the indigenous cultures), but to us all. Of course it wrecks havoc, and is never a nice thing to see with all of its violence and shocking family wars. I sat in silence, wishing I was elsewhere when alcohol was in control in some tribes, melting into the background. To get involved even in kindness, is not taken that way, and one can easily be involved before knowing that to stay out of harms way, is to stay out of the situation. Not the nice view for anyone to see, but deserves to be noted for what it is. Alcohol cuts us off from sacred energy, and most indigenous cultures already know this, thereby cutting themselves off from their valued heritage and totemic ancestors. It is refreshing to visit a dry community, and if one wishes to drink, then they have to leave the tribe, and travel far just to get such a drink so that the violence cannot come back quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider all myths (everything is myth, as it is never the total truth on the matter, only what someone is using as a tool for our understanding) to be worth studying and remembering, as they are teaching tools for us all as they teach us about ourselves. Allow any story to be such a teaching tool, without judgement or weight around belief, so that their lessons have a chance to register with your essence. If we need to hear something, then allow the inner ear to open. Remember, Love is open and loving, so remain that in yourself to give the heart a space to open fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, I would like to repeat what Robert Lawlor (in the book mentioned above) repeats himself;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall not cease from exploration&lt;br /&gt;And the end of all our exploring&lt;br /&gt;Will be to arrive where we started&lt;br /&gt;And know the place for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TS Eliot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-112976998049739359?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/112976998049739359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=112976998049739359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112976998049739359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112976998049739359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2005/10/australian-aborigine-dreamtime.html' title='Australian Aborigine Dreamtime'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-112925500114025159</id><published>2005-10-14T11:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T11:56:41.153+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Susan</title><content type='html'>I have child Susan on my wall and know her energy well. She is sensitive, loving, soft and warm, innocent, trusting and ever hopeful. Her face is very open and brimming with intelligence, and her disposition is a happy one. Now somewhere along the way, I came along and taught things which made little Susan a bit less of some of these things, and now it has come home for me to look at, as I do now. Little Susan has taught me, just like my cat did. I am sorry I did not look after my queens better than I did. Even my loved cat did not know where she was in the end, so much was she used to living at Susan’s place to old age. I had failed in my duties of care and concern with my attention sadly elsewhere. I had let both down in their trust given to me, and had taught the wrong things in response for the way both were in their being to me. There was always great faithfulness shown, and my honour and respect failed when it counted most, so that some innocence was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I struggle to put my feelings and thoughts onto paper, teaching me to be honest to who I am in each moment, and to always check on an inward level first before rashly acting out things that do not promote personal balance within. It is this kind of lesson that I have learned from being with the above two queens, and always mourn their loss, as I know that I have had the best, and know I cannot find better in the remainder of my life here. I may be a mystery inside simply due to the inner complexity built from a complex life lived on many levels with many hats. To try and put all of that into right context in its story telling is a hard thing to do, as only the object lessons as appearing to me, live on from such experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any blog writing I am doing today is unbalanced where it misses out the above aspect which is so critical in its place within my life. And Susan is not in balance if her child within is not kept safe and warm and wrapped in love as always. Of course, I miss both the queens who have existed in my life, and wonder to myself why it is that I choose to be on the road over learning how to go deeper within, through the promptings of such gracious women in my life. If they were not in my life, then the half would have never been discovered, and these writings would have never happened. Just to write about them in this short blog, is to pay tribute to them on an ongoing basis, even though my Desert Jewels is no longer alive. I do think since she has died, that I could have done better to have looked after her, and could have given her medicines to aid her to have lived a longer life than she already did. I miss her immensely. She taught me what unconditional love was all about. I pause in reflection of my beautiful feminine energies that have continued to be with me, despite my cruel ignoring of their needs at the time, for which I now see as tunnel vision in my inability to have seen the needs they both had. A big thank you to them both. The human face, to the Sophia on the next level. Thanks for coming into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-112925500114025159?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/112925500114025159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=112925500114025159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112925500114025159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112925500114025159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2005/10/child-susan.html' title='Child Susan'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-112891137213195938</id><published>2005-10-10T12:27:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T12:29:32.140+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen and Unseen</title><content type='html'>I am not sure that I entirely agree with the thought that actions being precipitated on the planet causing the deaths of thousands at this time via natural means, is the way everybody thinks. Some think it to be conspiracy theories, while others see the hand of a higher dimension warring on unseen dimensions that are presently overlapping onto this one. There is evidence that man has the weapons today that could split the world into pieces, let alone affecting natural disaster such as we see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disturbing fact to me as I watched the "War of the Worlds" at the theatre this year, was that the weapons being attributed to some alien presence (which also seem to be similar to John Wyndam’s book, the ‘Day of the Triffids’) is that these weapons presently exist among the powers that be. They have been developed and are operational. Take for example Desert Storm exercise in Iraq. The first thing to strike was not the assault force, but a desert storm in a literal sense. It was then reported that some of the new weaponry being tested in Iraq vaporized people. While appearing to be natural, it was also a clear warning that this technology is developed and operational, and not in the hands of the invaders. Here in Australia, before the tsunami hit in Indonesia, it so happened (maybe coincidently, maybe not) that Prime Minister John Howard warned Australians within days of it happening, to not travel to Indonesia. He does not make statements like that every day, or just because bombers hit Bali again. It is common knowledge for those combing underground news, that the capability to be able to generate such tsunamis can be man made, and I truly expect to see the massive wave about to wipe out populations around the pacific rim to be man made, with no equal in any recorded history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to think however, that we all are not happy with the status quo, and that our collective thinking is backfiring on the authorities, due to the magic presently building among us. The more they push for controlling the masses, the more it will appear to get out of control due to natural circumstances. Conspiracy? Only if you include yourself at deeper levels do I allow such thoughts. In my way of thinking, everything caves back in on Mankind, and that we all contain the deeper dreams and wishes of the Collective. We have all long ago tired of being treated like eight year olds to where television is geared. For me, I don’t even bother with any kind of media any more, including other peoples blogs so that the thinking can be original and unaffected by another. We long ago concluded that the politics of the day has no real pull to our inquiring minds. It is like listening to a grade 12 debate, with the debator sitting as soon as his time is up, and this is supposed to be democracy(?) Worldwide protest was made quite well about everyone being anti-war, but the industrial military complex won the day, and war went ahead despite the majority saying they did not go along with it. Since then, controls have been steadily imposed, as have the upping of natural disasters to the point that the world is now having a negative growth rate, with more dying than being born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be taken as a statement against the politics of the day, but this is just a possible view. My own thoughts go much deeper and higher than this. It is Mankind itself who is engineering the whole thing, as everything enfolds back into Mankind. In the whole of the Universe, it cannot be shown that this is NOT so. It is as if everything was made for us, even by us on some level that is the One. It is not the One of nature, as the One exists outside of it, neither is it the One of the Universe, because it exists in a Multi-verse. Hence, it is our own dissatisfaction that is driving the changes on all levels, as change is sought by our Collective and perhaps we are not as of yet, seeing this. If ~Spiritwind~, and St Clair say that the unseen will see the seen shortly, then this will be clear to all soon enough, and I merely am painting the obvious to my mind anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than things easing, I see them escalating in the days to come, and hence the call to seek out love over fear and hate, as portrayed on the mass media. That to me is a determined effort to make us into something we are not through clever spin and marketing, as what one sees in the media is not the way it is in our everyday lives. I struggle to be balanced in view over idealistic, but when I see that this is painted against a backdrop of illusion and fantasy, then idealisms are a better thing to focus on, over silly images not reflective of man at all. Sure, I admit there are aliens out there, and not as the bad guys as always shown either. I have seen Mother ships, although not the smaller crafts, but am sure that will pick up also in the days to come. Some of these are perhaps a time line that represent some of the humans future, that have come back to the present to seek balance where it was lost. However, other humans see the more glorious aspects of Mankind, and perhaps leave this Universe altogether in the days to come, and revisit as Pure Consciousness in a loving and compassionate way. All possibilities perhaps are coalescing at present, in our world scenario developing. The plot and reality is probably stranger than fiction, hence the thought that these are all possibilities and it is ‘US’ who is responsible for the changes happening, no matter how gruesome they may appear. Focus on love instead of the fear, and perhaps we can make it a more pleasant changeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-112891137213195938?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/112891137213195938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=112891137213195938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112891137213195938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112891137213195938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2005/10/seen-and-unseen.html' title='Seen and Unseen'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-112848750985825625</id><published>2005-10-05T14:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T14:45:09.866+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival basics</title><content type='html'>Before the recommendation comes for doing exercises for full preparation, what first is needed is survival gear, and if New Orleans is a test case for us all, then the primary concern for preparation is food and water, and with Maslows scale of hierarchy in mind, the Spiritual will be brought into the picture once we take care of the basics. Water. We all know where that can be gotten at thus current time, and a five gallon container of water should be obtained to be recycled with fresh water every month, so that fresh water is always at hand. That is just a temporary step, and the next is food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most nutritious plant on the planet happens to be the national tea of South America that is consumed my millions every day. Many cannot afford food, and survival can be done just on this tea which has 200 hundred nutrients, and all the necessary vitamins for survival. It is Yerba Mate, and to obtain it, this can be obtained by writing to Susan( &lt;a href="mailto:susanlet@NOSPAMshaw.ca"&gt;susanlet@NOSPAMshaw.ca&lt;/a&gt;), who will have a case of ten sent out to anyone who wishes to order. With postage, we are talking $200 for 10 Kg of tea, or 10 bags of 1 Kg of tea (loose). A bombilla should also be ordered which is a metal straw which filters out the tea, and a bit of research done on the traditional way that the tea is drunk. Research through google on what Yerba Mate is good for, will have the average person only too willing to try some of this amazing tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next preparation is water, and to go along with water, a person should have a few kilos of unprocessed sea salt, preferably celtic sea salt from France which still has its moisture in it. Water is the bodies main regulator, and if one has 3-4 litres of water to drink a day, eating ¼ a teaspoon of sea salt from the palm of your hand for each litre of water drunk, many ailments will begin to dissipate. There is a book called “Your Bodies Many Cries For Water” and is quite correct in its telling of the above. That can be ordered from Amazon if one wishes to study this aspect further. By taking the good salt, one gets all the trace minerals from the sea, as well as it holding the water for re-hydration to occur, and will slow down the need to head for the washroom all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I would take as an essential, which has been backpacked by me around the world, is liquid Chlorophyll, which if you were in Russia would be considered to be “People’s medicine”. This is the plant blood of the alfalfa plant, and is only one molecules difference from human blood. Where we have iron in our haemoglobin, it has magnesium, but if Professor Kervran’s summary in his book, “Biological Transmutations” is correct, then the body does its own alchemy and can change magnesium into iron, and thereby change the material into blood if necessary. This product is an excellent cleanser, and makes up for a lack of fresh greens in ones diet, especially if survival is in question. Not only is it good internally, helping to balance out key hormones, but it also is excellent as an external medicine on the skin, although care must be taken for its great staining ability because it is so green. I have seen it heal a deep cut in three days (completely) as well as a split groin in a quadrapelegic where nothing else would work. Simply a must have for a pleasant drink, and as a first aid adjunct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the bare essentials I would need if I were going bush to live by myself for a few years survival experience, and am sure some people reading this, will have to face this as an option in days to come. Hence the advice along these lines, based on personal experience. Living in the wilderness in such a way, is inviting enlightenment to come knocking at ones door sooner or later if proper homework is done. The homework would be in the form of some kind of yoga, or tai chai, or Qi Gong. All joints have to be worked out to the full extent of their range, and all tensions released. Doing this faithfully will unlock the door to your inner “tree of life”, and awakening will begin. Meditation will also help to change ones perception, so that instead of focussing on one thing in nature, you get a general feel for what is happening all around you both externally and internally. Asking your future Self to assist in the timing of events around you, will go to show you how far along such a road you actually might be. If further than most, then manifesting will not be a problem, so long as it is a step by step process that is approached. Life sometimes delivers CAPITAL letters when manifesting, coming in a grand way for some, but for most people, life manifests through a process in small letters. Life changes water to wine through such a process every year, although some masters have done it directly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think carefully for that which you want, for you just might get it. Base that in love, and the prospects is a healed you, and then a healed planet. All the best in your planning for such a next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-112848750985825625?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/112848750985825625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=112848750985825625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112848750985825625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112848750985825625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2005/10/survival-basics.html' title='Survival basics'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-112838817693841653</id><published>2005-10-04T11:07:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T11:09:36.940+10:00</updated><title type='text'>New Food for the Masses</title><content type='html'>Currently we are looking at a fodder farm for mass feedings, due to the drought conditions being experienced by most of the planet. No stranger to these ‘waters’ (excuse the pun) is Australia which is in the hold of the worst drought on record. Most cities in Australia are on water restrictions, and state governments, such as WA; have been looking at possibly diverting water from the Kimberely’s to Perth, or expensive desalination plants for both WA/Perth, and NSW/Sydney. What has not been looked at is the smaller operations that support cottage industry due to big money interests being interested in privatising water, who are buying up the water rights of the planet. Australia has already put the first steps in place for this to happen, which range from capping bore water Australia wide, and regulating how much farmers get, and most likely over time, will cost them for how much is drawn out from the artesian wells. This will preserve the water table that has suffered from bore water just flowing freely, but also plays into the hands of the water monopoly now presently gaining momentum. They have also set this all up for privatization as of last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our very survival as a human race at stake one way or the other, there is need for a concerted effort from cottage industry just to come up with creative ideas for defeating grandiose schemes for denying the masses of basis food and water supplies. Hydroponics answers just these kinds of problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see stills for creating fuel alcohol becoming popular again, in the days to come, as is the need for a hydroponic grow centre to feed the masses. The idea of feed lot production for animal feeding programs, may have to unfortunately go the way of the dodo bird. This would be due to it no longer being feasible to feed cattle over feeding humans if a choice has to be made between the two. For too long, half the grain grown for consumption has gone into meat production, and therefore has not been sustainable, with hungry masses around the world. If people while they had plenty, just cut down one tenth of the meat eating, it has been said, everyone on the planet could have had two loaves of bread to eat a day. Hence this model is unsustainable into the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a fodder farm from hydroponics has already been invented for some time, then it is now time for our scientists to fine tune it to produce food to feed those displaced through natural disasters, that is presently happening around the world. Nothing has been done with these ideas, due to no grants having been applied for, and no vision of its need. What is suggested is for a team of scientists to get their heads together, with their local cottage industry to find the best ways to market this to struggling people interested in producing feed and bringing it to market locally, along with concerted efforts to see how it can be used in a wider application, beginning from many tests. Grants could be applied for its mass production set-up in the best possible way. This way food can still be produced despite the global warming for keeping the population alive and fed with the basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would help make the hydroponic business mainstream, to solve the food worries of the displaced millions now on the move. There is a study done by the Fijian Government that looked at Hydroponic Grow operations to solve their food production woes where they are net importers of food for the tourists coming to visit, as they don’t have enough food to feed everyone on the island as well as visitors. Such will be the deepening crisis worldwide, as various countries note that their needs are no longer being met. The time has come to apply such technology via creative means into the marketplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-112838817693841653?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/112838817693841653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=112838817693841653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112838817693841653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112838817693841653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-food-for-masses.html' title='New Food for the Masses'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-112838739276320760</id><published>2005-10-04T10:55:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T10:56:32.773+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want The Earth Changes</title><content type='html'>Nothing about capitalism or democracy excites me, nor the way we presently conduct life. It is as if someone has taken life hostage, and the love that we are, and has been holding us captive to the thousand controls put into place to deny the very freedoms that love give us freely. Now this might be put under some cloaked nice sayings for the purpose of coaxing such freedoms away from us by putting it under another label such as democracy, but love was always the better umbrella. Not someone deciding on my behalf what is best for me, but the love within making such decisions with a plain win-win always in mind, and never denying another their choices. The systems we have in place today simply have worn out their usefulness, are wrong because they don’t stand the test of time, without ending somewhere. The one constant in life is change, even love puts infinite faces before itself to constantly amuse and entertain. But it is only love that doesn’t end its run (not the capitalistic system that has been made to continue via corporations) , as this principle is the only one that goes on and doesn’t end somewhere, sooner or later. No system we implemented not based on love, seems destined to go anywhere, whether educational, justice, social, scientific, logic and reason, homes, getting without giving, transportation, and endless things that the creative mind constantly tries to hatch up better ways of doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the games we have entertained our minds with. We soon learnt that we are an addictive lot. We all yearn love and freedom, but always turn without for it, so that anything that seems to give solace and a taste of what that might be because we feel better, we cling to, whether a drink of alcohol, or some other addictive substance. Or it simply might be the TV or games we play that addict. Or the computer, or food, in fact anything that take that lonely feeling away where love seems to have been lost and forgotten. If we don’t do something, then we can make up endless stories that are fear based, or even adventure stories and visions. Whether that is the new weaponry the world has been pouring trillions of dollars into to try to better control the masses in the days to come, or the UFOs who frequently raid our gene pool or sit off the planet in our solar system like a giant parking lot. There is always something big or small to occupy our attention, and failing that, it is easy for us to manufacture our own dramas out of left field for our own and others entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the work, the mindless repetitions and arrogant bosses with attitude problems! Patterns, rythmns, patter, and dander. The dance of life is merely a merry-go-round just to pay the bills and keep the treadmills going a bit longer so that our addictions can be fed. We all seem to have long ago forgotten to dream of a new world without the constraints we have been imposed with. Perhaps we just give mental assent to such control, knowing that at a core level we never give up our basic control of our love and life totally. But there still is that residual canker that reminds our minds that there has to be a grander scheme for us all, if we could only learn to get beyond the lower levels, awakened our brains, and began to fly with our possibilities. We actually might find out that life can indeed begin to reflect what the Australian Aborigines have been saying all along, that it is the Dreamtime that is real, and once we experience it, then that is the past (as it was ‘dreamt’ out ahead). It might then go further to show how Australia has become the personification of the aborigine Dreamtime, hence their encyclopaedic knowledge of everything in matter that is uniquely Australian. Before time began, say the Australian Aborigine, they were here, and after time ends! Maybe everything here has been ‘dreamt’ ahead, hence the feelings of paradises revisited in pristine places that nature has kept as it was the ‘first’ day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I told the Aborigine Prophet, I do not like to think of a homeland already spoilt by my false dreamings of the past, but wish to begin a new Dreamtime with a clean slate and with natural freedoms, loves, and life. Having no controls invites someone to try and put them in place, so just a loving new world that is respectful and honouring of everything would be a nice substitute. How that will flesh out based on life giving up life to get more life as in the snake eating its own tail, awaits revealing, but I do know that the next level of life, will most certainly be a graduation beyond what we are presently used to. Whether in death, or in life, I await such liberating ideas where the New Dreamtime begins to take shape. I know this will take hundreds of years to reverse the effects modern man has had on his planet, but I also like to think that we finally have learnt enough valuable lessons to take life to new levels never before experienced. Beyond the technological marvels of Atlantis, and Lemuria, and into realms we graduate into for the Galaxy and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our concept of God, of the Universe, of matter, of myth, and metaphor first exists in the mind of man, I see that it is the collective of Mankind that has the capabilities and epitome of Love that we all know underlies everything. It is such a base that most likely will be built on with gentle respects for the infrastructures that gradually take shape. It will be giving all concepts and words a life and definition of their own (Adam renaming everything revisited), and parameters to move in, such as how Love is. We all know how the legends go that this was corrupted by ego, but methinks that mankind goes both high and low, where all polarities have been experienced to the full. We know the consequences, both big and small, and we have learnt that things are not infinite in a limited world, but infinite maybe in conception. It is taking what we have learnt, and applying wisdom to it, to be a better race that earns a place amongst a universal brotherhood as ‘teachers’ for the things learnt and rectified to bring the planet back to glory days. Why cling to old concepts when this might be our collective futures? Love is learning to embrace, then learning to let go. Everything has to be let go of in the end, in order to fly in spirit into pure consciousness to more fully experience eternity in every way. We all have to do this, whether liked or not, either throughout life, or finally in death. So why wait? Why not begin to let go of things that are not of the love language, and begin to apprentice for the New Dreamings in all its fullness. And it begins now with you. If it is peaceful and pleasant, many will wish to visit whatever you might create in love. The learning is now, so may the wind be at your back, and a smile on your face, as you begin dreaming of your bliss, your gifts, and what you can do with them towards such New Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think of my new world as the same as this one, but without death as we now know it. Becoming spirit beings whether in pure consciousness, or light beings, will certainly see to that, but am certain that we can make such an inviting place that those wishing company, can entertain in their own paradises, following their bliss. And the rafters will ring with the peel of laughter………….and love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-112838739276320760?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/112838739276320760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=112838739276320760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112838739276320760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112838739276320760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-want-earth-changes.html' title='I Want The Earth Changes'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-112614593144414215</id><published>2005-09-08T11:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:33:58.993+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparation for disaster</title><content type='html'>Having watched my parents help 20,000 refugees from 50 countries around the world, and seen hundreds of kids who called them mum and dad, I am well aware of preparation that is needed for such disasters. I also see on the horizon trouble coming to EVERY neighbourhood, and there will be no place that is safe to flee to. What to do? Prepare, and have food and water ready from now on. It would be good to rotate the water every month if possible so that it is reasonably fresh, and if stored too long, the whole container would need a thorough clean before restoring more water. Other than that, my recommendations for food is the south american tea (drunk my millions) that has enough nutrition in it just to survive on it, as countless south american families already do. It has 200 nutrients, and all the vitamins necessary for survival. A case consists of 10 1kg bags, one lasting about a month if taken sparingly, so a case would approximately last a year and is excellent survival food. This can be obtained from Chrysalis50 , AT  &lt;chrysalis50 com=""&gt;gmail DOT com . With postage, methinks a case will cost $200 sent anywhere. Also needed with such an order is a "bombilla" which is the straw that the south americans use to filter out the loose tea when drinking it. Traditionally drunk my millions daily, it also has some traditional customs worth embracing when using. Get together in a circle, and one person first drinks down the tea with his bombilla, then it is refilled by the host, and drunk down by the next person, and right around the circle it goes. The tea generally fills about half the cup, with warm water constantly replenishing the taste to up to a dozen times. The reason this is mentioned here is that by gathering in a circle it encourages storytime, and sitting in a circle as is a traditional custom in many indigenous peoples around the world. As we will rapidly move back to tribalism, this is a good place to start to bring people together to discuss the working together of whatever needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always focus on love and compassion, no matter how difficult the way, even when embracing death. If with someone who is on there way, then embrace them too with love, as this is sorely needed in this world today, as the killing fields will show no mercy for the big boys with their big toys that they wish to shock the world with, and humble everyone through fear. Do not be intimidated by such tactics, as they are doing so with the media today. I have long ago left such nonsense off my table and turned the TV off, and waltzed off into the bush to discover truth in nature and not the spin as those weirdos in power would like us to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy a pushbike, as a vehicle will be rapidly be too expensive to keep on the road. Walk more, and become fitter. Find escape routes away from the coast, or away from population in which directions and on what roads. Already know ahead of time what would be the best route for you to take in an emergency. Get a radio that doesnt require batteries if possible, as it might give information needed for a withdrawal from wherever one might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be ready, just as having a spare tire in a car is necessary, see this too as being necessary in the days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windstill.&lt;/chrysalis50&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-112614593144414215?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/112614593144414215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=112614593144414215' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112614593144414215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112614593144414215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2005/09/preparation-for-disaster.html' title='Preparation for disaster'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-112571116630853619</id><published>2005-09-03T11:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T11:32:46.313+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I am aware that scalar wars have begun</title><content type='html'>I am aware that scalar wars have begun and that we the people are the target, not just some race or marginalized group. The technology where the powers that be are at, is so downright scary, that they have become arrogant in their power and wielding of it, no matter where one turns. Power corrupts absolutely, and souls are sold out for less. Many people do not think their governments will do such things in cold blood when they seem to be offering their services right now to the New Orleans disaster, but few know that this too, was man made, as was the tsunami in the indian ocean at xmas. The Australian Prime Minister warned Australians not to go to Indonesia only days before it happened, and think there is complicity at the highest levels and more ones than we think. Conspiracy theories? Where is all the money going? Think about it. Pharmeceutical companies who have their product subsidized where they deny colluding together to kill cottage industry via the Codex. The oil industry whose hands are red with blood for the devils shit in countries all over the world, and sitting on all the free energy plans and devices. The banks who have the audacity to charge just to put a deposit into their accounts in some countries now. The governments who tax the tax on top of another tax, while the rich are let off to play games of their show of power.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There is the aspect of the UFOs and the thousands who have seen them worldwide despite SETI and what the governments reckon that it is a figment of everyones imagination! If we only knew that we have already been offered technology that will heal the planet, and ourselves, but that the government did a deal with the bad guys a long time ago now, and cant get out of what they have done now. It is now out of control in some ways, and we are dancing to a pied piper we know nothing about. Some mother ships could swallow the earth in the ships trunk, or boot (Australian) quite easily. We have anti gravity machines in government hands right now, and some are alien, and other things have been learned. My typing on this computer is reverse engineering from spacecraft caught back before I was born! So we look to the skies and see it full of chemtrails, which has also gone on for years now also, and doesn’t stop at any border, so one knows it is bigger than one government and that there is a conspiracy happening. I certainly wouldn’t want to be in their shoes when everyone finds out that they have generally been misled, misguided, and lied to! If we are supposed to have mentors and examples, where are these? The politicians? The sports heroes? The church people who began this whole thing? Then who? By beginning to find out the truth for ourselves leads to a conclusion eventually of something needing fixed, but firstly inside of myself so I cant be duped any more.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We all would like to know more about awakening, but cant look seriously most of the time, as it is very clouded by our own personal issues that need to be dealt with first. If I know that I have been lied to, what shall I do to prevent it further? What is truth to me? Is it one thing, or many? Who am I other than an image society throws at us, and I try to identify with it? Will the real me please stand up? What does he look like? What kind of examination must be done. Good questions, and hopefully, I will endeavour to expose myself so you can do the same for yourself even if it is vicariously through my eyes, OK?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Lets begin.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-112571116630853619?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/112571116630853619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=112571116630853619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112571116630853619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112571116630853619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-aware-that-scalar-wars-have-begun.html' title='I am aware that scalar wars have begun'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-112570218833586924</id><published>2005-09-03T09:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T09:03:08.356+10:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I do about it?</title><content type='html'>What do I do about the underlying anger&lt;br/&gt;For feeling betrayed by parts of myself&lt;br/&gt; For dragging myself kicking and screaming&lt;br/&gt;All over the country never allowed to return to things loved.&lt;br/&gt; What do I do about those things that bite the hand that feeds&lt;br/&gt;Leaving pain and anguish in the soul for being so trusting&lt;br/&gt;Trying to be aware without being too cautious&lt;br/&gt;Watching closely all the signs within and without&lt;br/&gt;Remembering all the dreams had, and where they might fit for today&lt;br/&gt;Anger at the ego for getting me into so many complicated and competitive&lt;br/&gt;Places no longer really desired or wanted any more&lt;br/&gt;Boiling for my inability to be soft and vulnerable enough&lt;br/&gt;Taking these feelings and blocking the ones I really want.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What am I doing to myself since I was born that has such a hard time&lt;br/&gt;That likes to struggle over dancing with a females energy,&lt;br/&gt;Whether that be nature of the gentle curves stroked in my mind.&lt;br/&gt;Why cant I live with the idea that it is OK to have a female around all the time&lt;br/&gt;Without wanting space and to run away at times&lt;br/&gt;Thinking that they will always abandon me at some point due to the patterns.&lt;br/&gt;Why do I do the very things that are attracting the opposite to what I want?&lt;br/&gt;When is my child going to stop crying and allow me to draw close?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Much pain and weariness of spirit&lt;br/&gt;The long and winding road never ends&lt;br/&gt;Looking beyond the next bend and hill in the minds eye&lt;br/&gt;Never satisfied with the place I am in during the moment&lt;br/&gt;Not getting a chance to say goodbye to things slipping away&lt;br/&gt;For the new things greeting me.&lt;br/&gt;Why do I have to have two sides, where only one faces forward, where the other faces back?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;How is peace brought to stay home, and be satisfied, instead of feeling like a shark&lt;br/&gt;That can never stop moving without dying&lt;br/&gt;What a strange feeling that movement is needed always&lt;br/&gt;While my spirit yearns for stillness and solitude&lt;br/&gt;Freedom without control&lt;br/&gt;Dance that knows no end&lt;br/&gt;Love without the anger&lt;br/&gt;How nice that will be bittersweet and all………..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-112570218833586924?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/112570218833586924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=112570218833586924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112570218833586924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112570218833586924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-do-i-do-about-it.html' title='What do I do about it?'/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-112569555441651230</id><published>2005-09-03T06:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T07:12:34.420+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I stood beside the magnetic motor that ran at 200 mph, and marvelled that it needed no fuel at all. I have sat and listened to men who were telling me of their invention to make cloth out of clay, as well as paper, without needing another tree chopped down, nor too much more raping of the planet. Me and my business partner have stood in front of people in a days seminar talking about cutting edge health, and it was all on the alternative front, and miles ahead of where the pharmecuticals keep us. I have stood beside my soulmate as we tried out Body Electronics that can change the very DNA. New technologies. Sat with my 'brother' and scientist mate, Paul and did some dreaming and visioning as we saw things unfolding into the future, and then watched such dreams unfold before our eyes! Seen the good, the bad, and the ugly. And it is this side of things where the human struggling side is brought out, that part of myself that has felt trapped and enslaved from since I was born, and the struggles and hard miles had throughout several lifetimes in one. The many hats, the many shape shifting done, the tears and the fears. This is the place where the dirt happens, and the critical mind looks at the awful background the deeper recesses of the soul contain that are manifesting because I am letting it do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I will go back in time, and reminisce about the troubles and needed lessons I have had to face, learn, and am still learning, as am still here to learn. My lot is common to man, and the struggle of life to survive and understand what it is all about. It is from these roots that the other side has grown. If there is a bad side of myself, then it is this side I wish to report from as Windstill. Much anger through the years,  frustrations, hospitals for stiches needed and the constant nomadic nature of my path. Maybe what some would like, but am tired of the long and winding road that has parts of me feeling very jaded with the sheer miles covered; 70,000 kms around Australia just in the past 12 months, is tiring just to reflect back on. And it is not over, and the changes are happeing faster than ever. I just wish to stop, and did that in the bush. Just got back from it actually. So why am I here? Will plumb the depths of that, without mentioning names, family or friends, just soul stuff that readers can identify with through the struggles faced in life. That is the side that will be painted out here, and given vent to feelings etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-112569555441651230?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/112569555441651230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=112569555441651230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112569555441651230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112569555441651230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-stood-beside-magnetic-motor-that-ran.html' title=''/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-112569372063533834</id><published>2005-09-03T06:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T06:42:00.636+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/144/7728/640/PDR_0388.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/144/7728/320/PDR_0388.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reflecting in my kitchen, still happy and passionate about life and its loves.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-112569372063533834?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/112569372063533834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=112569372063533834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112569372063533834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112569372063533834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2005/09/reflecting-in-my-kitchen-still-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-112569362634865115</id><published>2005-09-03T06:40:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T06:40:26.353+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/144/7728/640/PICT0014.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/144/7728/320/PICT0014.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the paradise that is the Broome area in the tropics of Western Australia, with such "male energy" and contrasting colours to take ones breath away. Truly paradise on earth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-112569362634865115?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/112569362634865115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=112569362634865115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112569362634865115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112569362634865115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2005/09/paradise-that-is-broome-area-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-112569356696306394</id><published>2005-09-03T06:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T06:39:26.966+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/144/7728/640/PICT0022.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/144/7728/320/PICT0022.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catching happy aborigine kids swimming in a stream in the Kimberleys.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-112569356696306394?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/112569356696306394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=112569356696306394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112569356696306394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112569356696306394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2005/09/catching-happy-aborigine-kids-swimming.html' title=''/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-112569349546282177</id><published>2005-09-03T06:38:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T06:38:15.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/144/7728/640/PICT0058.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/144/7728/320/PICT0058.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken in the spectular Kimberleys, with a ghost gum in the foreground! One of the truly last wilderness areas of the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-112569349546282177?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/112569349546282177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=112569349546282177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112569349546282177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112569349546282177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2005/09/taken-in-spectular-kimberleys-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-112569339073352301</id><published>2005-09-03T06:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T06:36:30.750+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/144/7728/640/PDR_0504.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/144/7728/320/PDR_0504.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the sunshine coast of Queensland, happy with life&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-112569339073352301?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/112569339073352301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=112569339073352301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112569339073352301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112569339073352301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2005/09/on-sunshine-coast-of-queensland-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16217705.post-112568844222726251</id><published>2005-09-03T04:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T05:14:02.236+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many reading underground news for more of the truth than the mainstream media is prepared to dish up, have trouble putting the plot together, so fantastic and weird does it get, that anyone who bothers to try to speak the whole truth of what they are seeing appears as crazy! Let us consider a few things. The technology we are allowed to see and use, is old dinosaur technology that has kept the captalistic model fed by us all through the love affair we have had with what has been dished up. We are addictive people after all, and worse still, many are but sheeple. This series of blogs is my attempt to weave the fantastic story together of what has been going on, in simplistic form of how I have seen it, and then in the end, will put the right links in place to state what needs to be done about it all. Society is about to change, dramatically, and forever. No use kidding ourselves that we can go on enjoying life as we have known it, as we are the targets of this new war, and it is us who need to overthrow the governments of the day, and move back to tribalism. I firmly believe this will happen fairly quickly once the war gathers momentum against us all. Few realized that the war in Afghanistan and Iraq was targetting innocence people, and that they simply have been the test bed for when the war comes our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it was a time to also get rid of all of the old technology of weapons, and to test out the new. Can you remember the physical dust storms at the beginning of the invasion of Iraq? Desert storm man made, just like Katrina. And the worst is yet to come, as I also believe that the tsunami we saw was also a warm up for worse ones on the way. The object is to depopulate the planet, and make it appear as though nature is doing it. Well we have not seen the worst, nor the biochemical weaponry make it to the fore just yet! Three dozen of the top microbiologist knocked off worldwide within months of each other within the past few years. They knew about what was about to go down, and by taking them out, we also have been left vulnerable to not being able to counter what has been planned. I would not wish to be a scientist through the changes, as no-one is going to trust them. They will be flat out trying to hide their past just to survive I would say. I have many of them as friends, but the ones who are my friends are not the ones at the trough so to speak of free handouts for the money to do the bidding of whoever is giving the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot is bigger than the planet, as aliens are in our midst. One of my friends and I looked into the eyes of one, and we both were stone sober, and he had cats eyes, and knew that we knew that we thought he was not human! There are UFOs out in space. Just sit and watch the sky at night, and sometimes the dots move, weave, and dont behave like a sattelite at all. So obviously many orders are coming from higher than the earth sources. We all know about the animal abductions in the past, along with human ones for UFO purposes as well, along with secret government deals. With the whole thing beginning to unravel for governments, who have deliberately kept us in the dark for what they know, karma is about to go agains them big time. You will see them overthrown quickly, by the masses as the anger rises as to what they know and failed to talk about. What has suffered is the truth, as honesty no longer exists, and the masses have struggled with the very concept of what is truth. Out of this mess, we will still find many struggling to come to grips with the truth of everything, and woe to those who have with-held it! Anger from the masses like we have never seen, and anarchy everywhere. It will take some time after the killing fields of man against man, to get some order happening and community of people which feels safe enough to go tribal again. If we survive the upcoming upheavals. Most are not positioned, and while we might have forewarning of much right now, the events about to unfold will not allow us to move much any more. We will be stuck, and sitting ducks for more killings. Love will seem to have lost, but through it all, when it all ends, and the dust settles, we will hear birds sing again, and people will come back from such horrors, with fresh insight into their own very natures. We are at war not just with each other, but inside of ourselves, due to the conditioning through our lives. Thats why we went to school for, so that we learnt to be innocent and obedient slaves to the system, that was controlled and where we could be looked after if we did all the right things, and followed the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whose rules? And for why? My writing this series of blogs wishes to go back to the beginning of how I saw this whole thing amass, and how it has gradually picked up steam and speed, and what we need to do to counteract it all. Hang in folks for the ride of your lives, as we begin to move into the most exciting and changing points in the whole of history, and you very much may be the pivot point. There is a negative point of view, and a very positive one, and one beyond it all again. I will try and tackle it from a variety of angles and blogs, and with a different persona for each angle. We all are like multiple personalities through this all, trying to come to grips with the polarities outside and within. This is my honest attempt to show the human side of struggling with polarity, and the hard miles we go to learn such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Windstill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16217705-112568844222726251?l=thewindstill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/feeds/112568844222726251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16217705&amp;postID=112568844222726251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112568844222726251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16217705/posts/default/112568844222726251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewindstill.blogspot.com/2005/09/many-reading-underground-news-for-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Mybarnj Walker</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105465831983250468304</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mMYI7n46Ohc/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/Ki23YYoqo-o/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
