Consciousness - The Quest for Life's Journey

James Lovelock knew, indigenous people around the world know, many farmers, gardeners and land people know that the earth is a living breathing consciousness upon which we get to hold a temporary ticket.

My first experience of meeting Native Americans was preceded by a decision to learn more about their culture as a mark of respect. I had encouraged a friend who had spent a great deal of time with them to follow through on a dream of taking a group of Australians to experience a Spiritual Gathering on a first Nation reservation near Bellingham in Washington State. This was a special gathering of grandmothers and elders to teach some of the old ways and to provide an alternative model to counteract a burgeoning culture of unemployment, low self esteem, drugs and alcohol abuse. I was concerned that it would be presumptuous of a woman of Anglo heritage to attend without preparation. I set about to do some research and reading and was thoroughly beguiled by the stories of Rolling Thunder, Crazy Horse, White Buffalo Calf Woman and others.

Feeling somewhat more informed and aware, this led me to find a well regarded teacher in Australia who guided me on the first part of a traditional vision quest. After making prayer flags, doing sweat lodge, fasting and other preparations I was to spend one night, two days on my own on a mountain in silent contemplation – just me, Mother Earth, the elements and the ancestors.

From what I understand this is part of Lakota tradition which is undertaken over a number of years. So it was beginners stuff really. Traditionally they went alone wrapped only in a buffalo skin for warmth and go without water, food, fire and certainly no watch, mobile phone or other modern conveniences. This is with the intention of connecting with Great Spirit and the ancestors for vision for a good life.

I prepared as much as I was able and set out with guide and companion up the mountain. And I have to admit with respect to my age, level of fitness and health I did take a bottle of water and a box of matches. I did wish I had a buffalo skin though because I am sure it would have proved to be much warmer that my drizabone. As it turned out, I later heard that it was the coldest, wettest and windiest day in April for more than 50 years in that mountain area.

Perception is a strange thing but it felt a long way up that mountain. Perhaps it wasn’t so far in distance but it felt like a long journey in consciousness. People who are familiar with the land can read the signs and this is particularly true of indigenous people. I watched a brown snake slide by glistening silver in the warmth of the midday sun and I was reminded that this was no frivolous undertaking. There are real and actual dangers of being in the bush. I proceeded with a mixture of reverence, awe and solemnity suitable for the occasion.

Finally reaching a clearing my guide suggested that I gather sufficient wood to keep me warm overnight because once the circle was set, I was not to walk beyond the perimeter. There was discipline and integrity involved here. We silently set the prayer flags to designate the four directions, as well as mother Earth and father Sky. Final prayers were said and as my guide and companion departed I silently entered the circle and survey my space in nature for the next two days.

I walked the perimeter. There was one particularly large tree to the eastern side, a few dispersed saplings, a huge stockpile of wood that I had gathered near the tree, some debris to the northern side where more wood that could be collected if necessary, although a little inaccessible with a few brambles and fallen logs. There was a copious and gloriously rich red brown beige yellow tan ground cover of gum leaves. In the distance to the south grew a dense pine plantation.

Wishing I had a sketch pad, I recalled my mission. I had entering this clear space free of the distractions of everyday life to quest for vision.

Nothing particularly eventful had transpired, other than some rather ominous dark clouds overlaying those big white fluffy ones against the blue sky to one side. The warmth of the sun diminished. I set to making a fire as the light grew dimmer. Feeling fairly satisfied with my efforts, I warmed my hands wishing I had a nail file and cloth to wipe my hands clean.

Ahh, insight!

So much wishing and not much getting; I became acutely aware of the conventional filters through which we experience life and the concomitant advertising that supports our antiseptic clean benches and bodies. I remembered an old statistic about garbage collectors and teachers having the healthiest immune systems. I wondered if…...... God, what was all this drivel going on in my mind, wasn’t I meant to be centred, equanimous and still minded? Oh is that tautology? Oh, SHUT UP. How was I ever going to experience any messages from Great Spirit if I couldn’t turn off my mind?

While I was trying very hard not to want or expect anything the wind had come up a little gustier, the light faded and I started to get cold. I had better jog up and down on the spot to get warm and build up the fire. So it was on a dark and moonless night on Burrawye Mountain that I faced the elements. I had huddled my back against the huge tree as the rain set in. Did I say it was the wettest, windiest……

I thought about the story of Rolling Thunder who could command the elements and called upon that energy to stop the rain in my circle, naively thinking if he could, then surely that faculty would be accessible to me. I thought about my daughter and friend back at home who had set up vigil overnight with a 24 hour candle in honour of my quest. I thought about my guide and friends back at the homestead. I thought about the absolutely awesome power of nature as the wind howled, tree branches crashed and the rain drove down upon my face. I thought about the absolute arrogance of humankind which thought (largely still thinks) it could conquer and plunder nature with immunity. I thought a lot about the deception of mass consciousness in which we all engage; that we can work against the forces of nature, shifting water courses, digging up and burying toxic waste, logging the old forest lungs of the planet, destroying habitat, depleting precious resources for the mere sake of fulfilling an artificially induced need to consume that leaves us craving for something we think a new wide screen television will provide. I had often thought about my own role in this, every time I have used a polystyrene cup or plastic bags, or failed to act or speak out about our life destroying actions. Writing this now, this journey was way before our current acute awareness of climate change and peak oil but I already knew - and I believe we all do if we are really honest. The arrows of cause and effect are pretty obvious to those who care to look.

With these troubling thoughts I eventually drifted off to sleep. I recalled thinking as I slipped away that weirdly, I didn’t know whether it was 7pm, 11pm or 1am. Lying with my back to the tree I faced the fire, warm on one side freezing on the other but as long as I didn’t move to let in any air, it was bearable.

Some time later I woke to a wet pitch blackness surrounding me. The fire had died. My body was icy cold. Another version of a dark night of the soul but if I was to survive in the physical I had to get warm. The stockpile of firewood that had seemed so abundant in the light of day had dwindled to a few spindly branches. The rain had abated but not stopped. I stirred to the imperative of finding firewood in the darkness. Standing up I walked a few paces and found myself completely disoriented. I stumbled over something. With no fire as a reference point I literally could not see my hand in front of my face. I don’t know how long it took me but I crawled on my hands and knees, feeling for the warmth of the embers or the solidity of the tree. Neither. They had disappeared into the ethers of my rising panic. I breathed and breathed again, shaking with cold and fear.

Some people might say that it is not such a bit deal being out in the bush overnight. In fact I was an able and experienced camper having travelled with a minimum of resources and a reasonably well developed ability to improvise. Further I was not afraid of the dark. I am just not that scaredy kind of a person. But this, this was something else – a spiritual test of nerves, a surrender, an alignment with the nature.

Eventually I felt warmth under my hand and I had found the fire pit. I lay with hand to head allowing the wave of relief flow through my body. Leaf by leaf I coaxed the fire until the leaves glowed and sprung to light. I put on some twigs and built it up with the few remaining logs. With the renewed glow of the fire I ventured out to the northern perimeter to forage for more wood. At one point I went to pull up a length of timber. As I began to dislodge it I got the instant inner message to let it drop. I did so as if bitten. My senses were pretty alert by this time.

With fear abated but adrenalin still high I felt my way back and forth scrambling over brambles, dragging too long pieces of wood that I could edge into the fire in increments. The roaring fire and the stock pile grown sufficiently for me to retire to my tree spot. I was no longer cold. After a draught of water, I lay down positioning my arm near the stockpile such that I could just throw another branch on when it started to die down. As I watched the fire I apologised to the small creatures, slaters and spiders that were unable to get of the burning timber.

So the night passed in this way, waking momentarily at some sign that the fire was dying down to hoof another log on without moving anything but my arm. On one such waking I was aware that the flames were still quite high, it was something else that had disturbed my slumber. I opened my eyes to see it just centimetres from my face. In the light of the fire, head raised as if ready to strike, looking directly me was a snake. This beautiful shimmering creature, perfectly still with silvery serpent’s head and soft ribbed underbelly was framed by the brightness of the flames. It was one of those between the world moments, where the seconds fell in slow motion as if from the stars. I stared back unable and unwilling to move. My mind perfectly still; there was nothing I could do to change the moment. The intimacy was too compelling. I acknowledged this amazing creature, surrendered to the moment, closed my eyes and without moving a muscle went back to sleep.

The rain had stopped, the clouds cleared and the next time I woke it was to pre dawn diamond studded clear sky. My mind was equally clear and still. I felt simultaneously connected and free, as if I had passed some spiritual transformation test. Had I been graced by the presence of the Rainbow Serpent? This is one of the deepest laws and oldest of Australian first nation creation stories. Sleeping deeply in the belly of the earth, Rainbow Serpent is associated with water courses and the health and protection of land and people; and a source of all life.

Deep in the awe of nature I was clear on my vision quest for life - to live in harmony with all sentient life and the very earth itself.

I smiled, breathed in life and reached out to hoof another log on the fire.

Learning Internet Tools and Websites

After a whole year of hosting a blank website, I thought I really had better get my act together and put it to use. I realise that the world of internet is growing so fast I am not even sure if I need a website any more. Unless I can update, change or rearrange it I am really questioning its use. I was playing with wordle today just to get some ideas. I wanted to use words to convey the depth and breadth of my business as well as the image that will connect with like minds. These are some of the words and styles I came up. After I did them I immediately wanted to add a word: PLAY
Will my website be flexible enough to do that. Actually I would like to add flexible come to think of it. I did lots, but here are just a couple I did on http://www.wordle.net/. Try it out it is lots of fun.

Men with micro-organisms & manure get my next hero vote

I watched my elderly Dad tottering around with great grandson in his wheelbarrow a couple of months back. His shaking arms renewed with vigor at the peals of laughter and appeals for 'again.' My daughter tells me that one of the things she loved most about visiting him, besides the wheelbarrow rides when she was little was being thrown into the horse manure pile from a great height. A sophisticated city gal now, who would believe it? He used to collect the horse poo from neighboring farm, age it and mix it in with other compost and soil. Beaudiful!

Dr Maarten Stapper, not quite my Dad's vintage has what ABC's Australian Story reports, 'some fascinating ideas on how to manage our land better.' They go on to say that, 'He is unconventional, stubborn and difficult. (Acutally that's like my Dad) As an advocate for biological farming, Dr Stapper has paid a high price for promoting a greener, cleaner way to grow food. Originally a CSIRO scientist, he left when it became clear his views on biological farming were incompatible with his employer. Today, he travels the country to educate farmers on how to use less chemicals in their soil and on their crops.'

The sad part is that 1) people think this method is new, radical and amazing, 2) CSIRO like so many other organisations have to justify the commercial viability of their research and development spend, (Makes you wonder whose pocket they are in), and 3) that we are so indoctrinated with beliefs about what is or isn't good for us that we seem to think it is normal to spray our seeds, our soil and our food with toxic chemicals.

I am sure Dad hasn't heard of Dr Stapper, and no he is not growing large scale agricultural crops, yet in his own way he knows how to work in harmony with healthy soil, micro-organisms, the lady bugs that eat the aphids and up the food chain to put a spread of intoxicatingly lush tomatoes and greens on his table. On an interesting end note, large scale farmers who are following biodynamic methods such as Stapper are making a good livelihood across all scales of long term sustainability for all.

Good for Stapper, my dad and those like them.

Photos are of said great grandson and manure pile.

Welcome or Warning

At the risk of waxing lyrical about 'the good ol' days' and 'awfulising' about the current state of the world I am led to question how we come to be subscribing to living in such a fear based society. Now I am not suggesting that you don't tie up your camels, but I do recall a time in Melbourne when we had Tram Conductors and Concierges. Now we have Inspectors on our public transport and armed Security Guards outside of banks and hotels.

In the good ol' days on the trams, some of the Connies even sang. Many were able to provide directions, reassure unfamiliar travellers and give a stern warning to those whose behavior was unbecoming. Today Inspectors stride onto the tram in the great-coats, puffed with the pride of the powerful, sanctioned by law to strong-arm any resistance.

I always rued the demise of the tram conductor. Their loss I believe was a marker of society going in the wrong direction. It wasn't just the job loss for struggling university students, performers and artists. Something more sinister and pervasive is escalation of a fear based society that assumes people will do the wrong thing. There is no doubt that punishment is a deterrent as long as there is constant monitoring. I just think it would be far better if we are going to start a trend to make it towards personal responsibility and good relations.

Harry Palmer, creator of the Avatar materials calls it Living Deliberately.

Tram photo courtesy of Ryan on Creative Common Search on Flock

My Carbon Heros Get Energy from the Sun

My hero votes this week go to the 90 people in Hepburn Shire who signed up to get their energy from the sun. I feel very encouraged by this, and although I was never that interested in statistics, the numbers are impressive:

The average household produces 15 tonnes of greenhouse gas per year. That's about 300,000 black balloons or about 40 trees.

Photovoltaic systems convert sunlight into electricity. They're cheap to run and they can divert any power not used back into the grid. This makes a real contribution to eliminating greenhouse gas emissions by using the sun's energy to power our homes.

World Peace - Is it Just Good Manners?

These thoughts were sparked by watching Alexander McCall Smith, an English gentleman of a certain age speaking about the characters in his novels on an interview last night and the importance of good manners......

There is a kind of irony for me to write about good manners given I was an adolescent of the seventies. In the era of make-love-not-war, flowers-in-my-hair (actually down one side of my flowing cheesecloth and calico dress), I realize that I had discarded good manners with the cavalier and indiscriminate disrespect of youth. It was a time when debutante balls were out of fashion, thank you notes were passé and the social boundaries were being stretched to the limit as we emerged like cicadas from the repressive social constraints of our parents era.

Looking back now I see that some of my behavior was could only be described as callous disregard towards the social conventions of the time. Many of those conventions were important to people I cared about.

Now I have a broader perspective on the value of some of our social conventions particularly around courtesy. Put very simply I realize that the ability to communicate in the language of the other makes a difference. Acknowledgment, gratitude, kind words or actions are powerful influences of communication. They can enhance relationships and generate good well as well as good feelings.

And face it, in a world where it is so easy to offend the sensibilities of some (self included) it make much more sense to show good manners. Make me wonder how the world would really be if we took the advise of Robert Fulghum (another favorite author) who told us amongst other things - that we pick up after ourselves, share, be kind to each other and hold hands when we cross the road - the world would be a better place. Maybe world peace does begin with these simple kindnesses.

The picture by the way is not me in the 70's (I wish) but my gorgeous granddaughter Lilu for whom I am committed to contributing towards a more loving, sustainable, socially just and harmonious world.

Use Your Innate Power to Predict a Fabulous Future

I was reminded when I saw this picture of how important it is to focus on being the cause of what is possible rather than at the effect of what might happen. Sometimes I forget this and think life is happening to me, then I remember to focus on the kind of things I want to experience. What we have our attention on pretty much creates our life experiences. I thought I'd share an experience I had quite a while back. It was rather fun exploring 'my innate power!' Note to self, focus on creating life as a wonderful adventure - life is precious!

THE CLAIRVOYANT READING

The last time I went to a clairvoyant was about fifteen ago. One of my friends had commented that it was a very agreeable way to spend fifty dollars by having someone talk about you for an hour. So in this mood and keen to hear something encouraging I went along.

I was impressed with the dramatic atmosphere of the room. It was richly decorated with beautiful pieces of art, huge crystals, wands, old books, tarot decks, glowing candles and colorfully draped silk. The reader was strikingly dressed in a vibrant flowing gown, with jet black hair tied back in a bright bandanna, matching lipstick and yes, over-sized gold earrings!

The trouble with going to a reader is that all the questions one might have asked seem to disappear into the ethers and I found myself completely devoid of an intelligent question to ask about my life. Partly though, I didn’t really want to give someone else that power, and partly, if somewhat naively I thought she should know anyway. Still she seemed to know what she was doing and told me a few verifiable facts about my past. She remarked on my innate psychic powers which she had divined, and advised that I should tap into these and develop them. Well, as every other person who is born on the 22^nd of a month and been to a reader will know, I was special; a “Master” number, born to make a difference. I was also amused to hear that the Dalai Lama had a very similar horoscope to me. (Not the other way around I might add!) Ahh she knew how to stroke an ego.

While she was preoccupied with reading the cards and speaking into a tape my eyes wandered around the room. I happened to pick up an exquisitely beautiful crystal ball that had caught my attention. Now just prior to arriving at her house I had put hand cream on, and still being somewhat greasy they had completely smeared its surface. Slightly embarrassed I pulled a tissue from my pocket and surreptitiously began to polish the ball clean whilst pretending to be just rotating it in my hands. So absorbed was I in the task that I didn’t notice the sun refracting through the crystal. The next thing I saw was a spiral of smoke rising from the ball. The reader, seeing this, sat back aghast, unable to see the tissue but clearly could see the spiral of smoke. ‘Oh my,’ she exclaimed, ‘I did say you were a powerful 22 but I had no idea how powerful you actually must be!’

Well I have to confess, it was just too much of an opportunity to miss and I said, ‘Wow, this must really be a sign, I’ve never had that happen before, I really should develop my inner power,” as I placed the crystal ball on the table and quietly slipped the greasy tissue into my pocket before it caught alight. I paid the money, thanked her and took the tape. As I left I though to myself that my friend was right, it really was an agreeable way to spend $50!