Thursday, June 11, 2020

Meditation Dreams 2020


Meditation stories weaving in and out. Dreams continue…
Immense Beings – The Final Story                                                         May 2020
Four immense beings are hovering over the Americas, Europe, Africa, and Asia. The forces of play, truth, forgiveness, and transformation move through them. Their connection to Source is much stronger than human beings.  The transition to a revised You will be the outcome of these forces at work in and around you.  They come and go at will, presenting in form only sometimes. However, their force has always been in you, forming you along with many other forces.
Their goal is to make Earth better and to see that human beings lessen their domination of a certain type and allow other species to flourish.
Money will be made nonexistent and unnecessary. Poverty will disappear as well. Many imaginary creations such as property in the form of real estate will also be unmasked as an imaginary tool in an evolutionary cycle. No one need fear homelessness or theft of their imagined properties. It will be done peacefully and consensually. A reformed work structure will evolve for human beings, often resulting in less work and more time for learning, play, artistic endeavors, etc.
Essential life elements such as air will be restored. Life will be calmer as the dominance of commerce will moderate to a lowered pitch. Slavery of all forms will end. Wildlife will not be hunted down and eaten unless their restored numbers threaten global harmony. Humans do not get all the Earth and must learn to share the planet with other species having enough space to thrive. Farming of animals will stop and a return of the species before genetic modification will be encouraged. Cows, pigs, corn, chickens, and most vegetables sold today in grocery stores are often genetically manipulated.
The Future TBD.

Meditation dream vision June 2020
I was lifted by an unknown force. As I rose higher and higher my body began to reverse age until I lost my ability to judge, think normally, or to speak. When I stopped going up I had become a gurgling baby held in the loving arms of an immense “Father” who I could see had long, straight grey hair and a huge smile on his face. All around space one could feel a powerful loving force. In fact, the “Father” conveyed to me somehow that the force had been dialed down to accommodate me, as the full force might damage my form as it is now. Very humbling and comforting to have a real home, in that loving force, accommodative to all that is and is not.


Thursday, November 14, 2019

The Force of Manu

Patrick Morgan

Apr 9, 2015 · 17 min read
In the late 1980’s I was working as the Director of Subud USA, a small spiritual organization. One afternoon I felt a headache coming on. It started to feel like a migraine so I left work about an hour early. It hung on overnight but the next day I went to work anyway. I left early again as it got worse in the afternoon. I went to bed with my head still throbbing. Around 4 AM I had an intense, lucid dream. That broke the headache and here is the dream:
Driving north through California, in an invisible car, I saw Mt. Shasta on the left. It was stunning, rugged and snow covered. The mountain was almost pyramid in shape with sunset colored clouds throughout the sky. As I moved past the mountain I noticed that there was no snow on the north slope, which seemed a bit strange.
Next I was walking up a hill where I met a man and a woman. Their style of dress, hair and manner of speaking were like people from the 1950’s. They commented that this is the view of Los Angeles that all the postcards have. I turn around and see Mt. Shasta in back of two huge, stepped pyramids. In front of the pyramids is a road lined by giant palm trees.
The three of us begin to walk up the hill again, but it has changed into another stepped pyramid. Near the top we walk into a chamber where a 4th man joins us. He is also in 1950’s attire. The woman points out the sun calendar and then points to a symbol called “HALOS” which she says is going to happen any moment. I look at the symbols and say “she’s right, it is due any second.”
The woman finds some things and says we must put them on if we are to be protected. They are a pair of sunglasses, a scarf/bandana and a hoop with a bell on it that we placed around our ear. Then we are supposed to lie down on the moist earth, not in the shade, but in the direct light of the sun. I ask her if she’s sure this will work, “we look more like some people from the Mission (district of San Francisco) than that we are protected from anything.” She says she’s sure and we lay down on the ground just as the sun begins to brighten in intensity 2–3 times its normal light. This lasts for several seconds and then recedes. But we all understand that the electromagnetic and chemical structure of all things on Earth has been permanently changed.
We look out at Los Angeles below us and hear cries of panic and an explosion or two from gas lines near the freeway. We walk back into the pyramid, somewhat stunned but also full of understanding, that of course, that was how it was supposed to happen. Inside the pyramid we realize we are all changed and possessed by the spirit of CHIEF MANU, whose force ruled the pyramid, and for whom the pyramid had been built. This power actually takes over my body and forces me to pick up a gun and shoot one of the men. The other man yells at me to throw him the gun, and because I feel guilty for shooting the man, even though I had no power to control the act, I throw him the gun. The man then says he is going to shoot me but when he picks up the gun his own arm is possessed by the force which makes him shoot himself.
The woman and I are left looking at each other, somewhat surprised, but also knowing that all of this was meant to be, it was planned long ago. We could feel the presence of CHIEF MANU, and understood that this was a change that would affect the world entirely.
The scene then changed to Greece and the Mediterranean Sea, where Chief Manu was to teach me some lesson. But then my alarm went off and I awoke, remembering the intensity of the light of the sun.
When I got to work I decided to write the dream down since it was still a vivid memory. I had never remembered a dream like this one. These were the days before the internet but some of our computer engineer members had devised a messaging system through MCI mail that functioned like an internet chat group does today. We were able to communicate with our Board of Directors and membership in the United States in an inexpensive way through this system.
Once I finished writing the dream I sent it out to an informal group on the chat group “Starcomm” to see if anyone knew anything about this force of Manu that had penetrated my dream. There was no such thing as Google or the search function back then. Unfortunately no one knew much about Manu but they were all intrigued by the dream and thought it was important somehow. A few days later I went to the Theosophy library that was near my home in Seattle. I looked up Manu and learned that in the Hindu and Vedic tradition there was always a Manu that presided over the Earth for long periods of time. Manu was sometimes considered the first man, like Adam. He also was a bit like Noah and the story goes that a fish, to whom Manu had done a kindness, warned him of an upcoming flood. Manu built a boat and saved life from extinction. Manu was also sometimes thought of as the “Hand of God”. And the first known written laws were written by Manu and are known as the Manusmriti. However none of this information really helped me figure out what the dream might mean other than the powerful force might be the “Hand of God” in some fashion.
So I forgot about the dream until a few months later when an unusual letter arrived at work. It was a short letter inviting me to Malaysia because they had heard of my dream and were holding a conference on the topic of “Doomsday, Are We Facing the End Times?” I did not recognize the name of the writer or the group they represented which was GPDC, the Golden Path Development Center.
After a week or so I decided to call them. It turned out GPDC was part of the Subud group in Kuala Lumpur. They had spun off their own group but also did the spiritual meditation of Subud too. A Subud member had forwarded them my dream which contained some similar information that they had received in their meditations. Now I understood. However after a few years of working in non-profits and spending my other time in a modern dance company, doing performance art, an independent film and painting, I didn’t have any extra money to travel. No problem, they said they would forward me a plane ticket and arrange a place to stay with one of their leaders.
On the way to Kuala Lumpur I had an overnight stay at a hotel near the Tokyo airport. About 3:30 in the morning I was jolted awake and nearly thrown out of bed by an earthquake. It was one of the strongest I have ever felt and I grew up in California along an earthquake fault. There was still electricity so I turned on the television to see if there was any news about the quake. Nothing. I put on some clothes and went downstairs to see if there was any information or panic from the other guests. Again, nothing, everything was normal. Finally I found an employee who spoke English and he just said “oh we get those all the time, that was a small one, no worry!” Wow, my trip was off to a great start.
When I arrived in Malaysia a driver held up my name on a placard to meet me. I was escorted to a Mercedes and taken to the home of Ricky L. in Kuala Lumpur. He was very friendly, invited me in and showed me to my room. To my great surprise and comfort there was another Subud member from England who had already arrived. Michael Leach was his name and he had received the same invitation because he was Chairman of Subud England. He knew about as much as I did about the people of GPDC but at least we had each other to express our questions about the somewhat mysterious group and upcoming conference.
After a bit of rest our host asked us if we would like Kentucky Fried Chicken for dinner. I did not know much about Malaysia and especially did not know KFC had thousands of restaurants in Asia. I really didn’t want it for dinner but to be polite I agreed and also to see if the food was better or worse than in the US. It was better. After dinner our hosts took us to old town where we could get a feeling for old Malaysia. That was nice. Over the next few days I was really surprised to see how modern Kuala Lumpur had become in just a few decades.
The Doomsday conference was a week away so in the mean time our hosts gave us a tour of several parts of the country including Malacca, a seaside town with historic architecture. I love to swim so we stopped at the beach. I wondered why so few were in the water until I jumped in. The water was warm as bathwater. It did nothing to cool me off in the hot, humid tropical air. We then drove up into the cooler, jungle mountains where we stayed at a casino. The Chinese love to gamble. I don’t enjoy gambling but I enjoyed watching our hosts play. It is quite a diverse society, with Chinese, Indians and Malay people mostly interacting well even though the Chinese are dominant economically.
A highlight of the journey for me was a trip to a Taoist temple where I was initiated into Taoism. It was a brief and subtle ceremony but towards the end, with my eyes closed I felt my inner being floating around. When I opened my eyes I realized my inner movement was mirroring the flame flickering before me on a candle.
When the conference on “Doomsday, Are We Facing the End Times?” began we drove to a large orphanage on the outskirts of the city. Hundreds of people were there, including many children from the orphanage school. Among the presenters were the Brahma Kumari nuns, all dressed in white. They told a Hindu prophecy that included a nuclear war but also said this was simply the end of one cycle and the beginning of a new, Golden Age. This became a common theme as Christians, Muslims and Buddhists presented their speeches. Prophecies of floods, droughts, earthquakes and diseases were included in stories of the end of a cycle that we were living through. Personally these never made much sense to me since they were always a part of the history of the Earth. But now, with climate change occurring all around us, the magnitude of change due to floods and droughts make more sense. They are part of everyday life and getting worse.
I told the story of my dream to a fascinated audience. I think some of them were surprised that a white man could have such an unusual dream. I did not have the usual prophecies to talk about, only the power of a force stronger than anything I had experienced or imagined. The fact that the Hindu prophecy of a new Manu, born of the sun god, was supposed to happen millions of years from now didn’t matter. Dream time is a sacred time and does not always match our linear sense of Earth time. Perhaps an instant in a dream where the sun increases in intensity could be 100 years in Earth time. We experience global warming with record setting temperatures almost every year now. And in the past 25 years since the conference, more than 2 billion more people on our small planet are squeezing out habitat of wildlife whose numbers have fallen by half. Considering the bleak topic the conference had been a joyful day. Lots of smiles, appreciation and warmth as the interfaith gathering proved that diverse religious perspectives could coexist in harmony and tolerance with one another.
The next day I said farewell to my new friends in Malaysia. I had to admit I had a surprisingly good time. I love travelling and this had been a very special trip.
Since I was in Asia I had decided, at my own expense, to go to Indonesia, the spiritual birthplace of Subud (short for Susila Budhi Dharma). When I got off the plane in Jakarta I did the customary taxi bargaining and was off to Wisma Subud, a compound in Cilandak in the suburbs of Jakarta. A few miles into the taxi ride I saw what I thought were sparks coming out of the steering wheel. Then flames began and the driver started waving a rag at the flames while we were going about 50 miles per hour down the road. I feared the car might explode at any moment. The driver pulled over and stopped, poured some water on the flames and soon the fire was out. My heart finally started to slow down its rapid pace. Then the driver had difficulty starting the car and motioned to the crowds of people around us to help him push start the car. I definitely felt that I was in the third world. After the car started people began yelling at the driver to throw them some money. He looked at me and I said I had no money; I hadn’t had time to exchange any travelers checks yet. He just ignored the angry, growing crowd. The noise grew so loud I thought there was going to be a riot. We were surrounded by poor people in the slums of Jakarta. Fortunately he sped up and the crowd parted. We were off with a few hundred unhappy people left behind. What a contrast to polite, calm Malaysia.
When I arrived at the Subud compound they had lost my reservation. There was one room left, without air conditioning. I took it. Jakarta is the hottest place I have ever been, very humid and no tropical breezes stirred. Ugh. I ventured down to the compound’s cafĂ©, both to see if there was anyone I knew and to get something to eat. There were a few dozen people there but no one I knew. The place was a little rundown and seemed to be past its heyday in the 1950’s and 60’s when celebrities such as the actress Eva Bartok stayed there.
Perhaps because it was so hot there was a tired and sad feeling about the place. Yet maybe the problem could have been that the founder, Muhammad Subuh Sumohadiwidjojo, affectionately known as Bapak (grandfather) had passed away in 1987 and there was still some question of what would become of Subud. I never thought it would disappear but some people had looked upon Bapak for guidance instead of standing on their own two feet and following their inner voice as Bapak had repeatedly told them to do. Bapak was modest and never claimed to be a guru in the Eastern tradition. He said the latihan (training) would guide any individual to their own truth, independent of religion or upbringing. I liked that, there were few rules and a great tolerance for diversity.
I was never drawn to the Javanese customs some Westerners adopted. Yet when I first joined in the 1970’s I did do Ramadan once or twice while I was still seeking direction in my life. Towards the end of one Ramadan I had a dream where Bapak told me “to move someplace beautiful and work”. It was very simple and direct. Within a few months I moved to Santa Cruz, California, had enrolled in a Jesuit/free thinking college called New College of California (where Sally Stanford, a former madam and Mayor of Sausalito was a college trustee) and began a 2 year internship at a food cooperative in Santa Cruz where I eventually learned every job that a business like that needed doing. I loved it, I had finally found direction and life became both fulfilling and full of grace. I was drawn to mystical Christianity and a life of love and service. I tried going to a Catholic church but the constant ranting about sin really did not resonate with me.
The next day in Indonesia a heat headache kept me in bed most of the day. By afternoon thundershowers broke the tension and I began to feel a bit better. I decided to walk to the post office and send off some letters. The crowds were insane. The street lights changed and suddenly hundreds of people chaotically crossed the road in all directions. The post office had no lines, just dozens of people pushing and shoving to get to the front desk to do their business. This was not for me. I decided I was ready to leave as soon as possible and booked a flight to see the old capital in a much smaller city, Jogjakarta on the south side of Java.
Arriving in Jogjakarta I felt the tension just falling out of me. I could finally relax and start a brief holiday. I had surprisingly met a friend from San Francisco in Jakarta and we met up in Jogjakarta. We played tourist and went out to see Borobudur, a 9th century Buddhist temple that had been recently restored. It was partly designed as a stepped pyramid and reminded me a bit of the pyramid in my dream. We also visited a batik factory where I purchased one of Vishnu riding Garuda, a mythical eagle-like bird. We toured the ancient King’s palace and then rested while watching a Wayang shadow puppet show. I fell fast asleep and hardly remember the performance. We dined in an ordinary Indonesian restaurant and had a delicious meal. Feeling rested and happy I spontaneously decided to go to Bali to continue the adventure.
Once in Bali I went to a hotel suggested by one of the Subud people. It was comfortable, right on the beach and unpretentious. Shooing away the ladies on the beach constantly wanting to “give me a massage” I thought I would do something new and went parasailing. What fun! It was just scary enough to get the adrenaline flowing but safe enough to enjoy flying through the air towed by a speedboat. I landed safely with a big smile on my face.
I quickly tired of the beach scene and headed up into the mountains to Ubud, the cultural center of Bali and home of a thriving arts and crafts movement. What a beautiful place it was. I’ve heard it has changed a lot with many hotels now but back in 1989 it was a mix of several villages dominated by normal Balinese life. Bali is one of the few Hindu parts of mostly Islamic Indonesia. As an island it had its own separate culture for thousands of years and was not affected by the 14th century Islamic move into most of Indonesia. Balinese Hinduism, with roots in Indian Hinduism and Buddhism, also combined the animistic traditions of the locals. The wood carvings were especially appealing to me. I met a local sculptor with whom I chatted through an interpreter. I ended up buying a round carving of Rama and Sita that was stunning. I gave it to my parents as an anniversary present. I also bought a small painting of the rice farmers, very simple but done with real skill and feeling. It was still hot in Ubud but not like Jakarta. A mid-day rest was certainly appropriate and it felt good to get out of the blazing heat and humidity. Later one of the locals took me on a walk to see the elephant cave temple, Goa Gajah, first built in the 11th century. Then we walked down to the creek where the local boys bathed and cooled off in the jungle shade. The water was crystal clear and it felt good to splash in the water. But I was also glad that I had a typhoid shot before I came to Asia, just in case the water had bacteria that I was not used to.
My last evening in Bali arrived far too soon. I was lying on the hotel bed thinking that I could live here in this village. The people were friendly, food was inexpensive yet plentiful, and the appreciation for nature and beauty permeated everything. The intense green color of the rice terraces nearly made me cry. A young American man I had met in town came to say goodbye. I invited him in as we had shared a few walks to temples and a meal or two at the village food stalls. We had good conversations about art, various philosophies and the local culture. He was a typical traveler, somewhat lost and not knowing what to do with his life. So he drifted around Asia where it was cheap and he could have adventures away from the materialism of modern America. We went for a brief swim in the hotel pool and then I needed to get packed up for an early morning ride to the airport.
I had one more stop before heading home to Seattle and that was back to Japan. Subud’s International Office was in Tokyo (it changed every 4 years) and I decided to meet with the office staff and spend a couple days in Tokyo. There was nothing really urgent to meet about, we were current in our pledge of money to the organization but it was more a gesture of goodwill. This time Tokyo was kinder and a more interesting place to be. I really enjoyed meeting the Subud people. The International Chairman was a Japanese man who had converted to Islam, something quite rare in Japan. I appreciated the Sufi mystics such as Rumi but that was about all I knew about the religion.
After a short meeting with the International Committee we had the best sushi meal I have ever experienced. The fish was so fresh and very different from what I had eaten in Seattle or San Francisco. I loved the subway system. For a big city it was easy to walk around or take the subway to wherever one needed to go. I went to a temple with a lovely Japanese garden. My uncle worked at the Academy of Sciences Library across the street from the Japanese Gardens in San Francisco. He would get us tickets to the Planetarium in the same building as the Library so we went to Gardens frequently when I was a child. And I made a couple Japanese gardens at home when I was both a child and a teenager in the Bay Area. I even won a prize from Sunset Magazine for one of the gardens. So I have a great appreciation for the Japanese aesthetic.
On my last day in Tokyo I went to the Harajuku district, known as the center of youth culture and fashion in Japan. I was just enjoying wandering around when a woman with a microphone stopped me on the street and asked me something in Japanese. I looked at her blankly and said “I only speak English, sorry”. She smiled and laughed and then said in English “do you want to taste some eggs?” I thought I misheard her and asked her to please repeat the question. It was the same question, I heard correctly and she pointed uphill to a group of people under a canvas roof. I thought why not; let’s go see what is going on. So she escorted me upstairs to the small group where it looked like they had several women cooking. However it turned out they did not want me to taste some eggs, rather they wanted me to cook some eggs. There was a large television camera pointed at the cooks and gradually I figured out that they were filming a commercial for the gas company. There were lots of smiles and laughter as I began the process of cooking an omelet. After I was done there was applause and then the other ladies began cooking. It turned out that I was in a cooking contest and was about to be humiliated! However, when they were all finished and even though I could tell that the ladies had made much better omelets, I was awarded 1st place! I think they were so stunned that a white man could cook that they gave me the prize. I was awarded a small, pink coffee maker and they all applauded as I held it up for the camera. This was so funny I was laughing all the way down the stairs and thought, what a fitting end to very unusual journey. When I returned home that evening my hosts told me they had seen me on TV and could not believe that in a city as large as Tokyo it would be me that would be on television and win first prize. We all laughed and soon I was on my way home.


Solstice 1995 by Patrick Morgan
Copyright 2014 Writers Guild of America, West 2014, Registration Number 1755726

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Sunday, November 2, 2014

Diamond Sun with Trees

 
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at Lake of the Pines, Auburn, California
 
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Toby dog on adoption day, January 2003

Winter Solstice 2010

 
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Sunset over Whitewater Hills
 
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Mt. San Jacinto

Family Photo from 1960's


Grandma Hildegard, Uncle Ray, Aunt Loris, cousins Karen and Bruce, Mom and Dad and guess who in the center.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

May 22, 2014
Last night I dreamed I was at the door to heaven. It was a plain white door and I was holding on to the handle, feeling a sense of weariness and relief, thinking and saying to myself “Finally”. I did not open the door but rather looked back and called to my dog, Lance, waiting for him to join me before we both went in. This looked like the same door I saw Jesus holding open for Toby dog who ran in through the door with his usual smile and happy tail wagging. That dream was a day or two after Toby died in September, 2012.

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Otter pup in a bucket

Otter in Sea

Otter peek-a-boo

Burrowing Owl

Cool cloud

Sunday, September 8, 2013

The Great Transition: Humanity at the Tipping Point by Gary Stamper

The Great Transition: Humanity at the Tipping Point – Part Two

by Gary Stamper

Evolutionary Responses to Global Challenges or more of the same?

Part one of this series began with a quote from United Nations Secretary-General Ban Ki-moon as he recently described the unprecedented changes facing the world today:

“Throughout the ages, people have said that the world is in the midst of big change. But the level and degree of global change that we face today is far more profound than at any other period in my adult lifetime. I call this period the Great Transition.”

My sense tells me we’re already in trouble. Here’s why.

First, an observation: The Secretary General makes it sound as if he coined the phrase “The Great Transition,” and while he may not have meant it that way, and it is a small distinction unimportant in the Grand Scheme of Things at this time of Great Transition, it feels typical of previous meetings of world leaders in the Kyoto Protocols and at Copenhagen. In those meetings, world leaders decried the threats of climate change, wrung their hands in agony over recognition of the perils we face, and went home and changed nothing.

The term Great Transition was first introduced by the Global Scenario Group (GSG), a faculty international body of scientists convened in 1995 by the Tellus Institute and Stockholm Environment Institute to examine the requirements for a transition to a sustainable global society. The GSG set out to describe and analyze scenarios for the future of the earth as it entered a Planetary phase of civilization.

Since its introduction, the term “Great Transition” has often been used by organizations or individuals in the environmental/sustainability domain to describe a paradigmatic shift of civilization towards the behaviors and values that would be necessary for a sustainable global civilization to flourish.

It appears that’s the context the UN is using to facilitate this conversation, but is that realistically where we’re headed, or is this just an egalitarian new-age pipe dream driven by wishful thinking that no longer applies because of rapidly shifting life conditions and climate change “positive feedback loops?”

We may be able to answer that question by looking at what exactly is the state of climate change on the planet. What are we looking at? What does the latest science tell us is going on, where are we at, and what needs to be done to mitigate the effects of what we’ve created, the mess we now find ourselves in?

One of the things the UN is doing is bringing evolutionary change agents like Don Beck, Duane Elgin, Mark Gerzon, Jean Houston, Bruce Lipton, Lynnaea Lumbard, Elza Maalouf, Ocean Robbins, Jeff Vander Clute, Katherine Woodward Thomas and Claire Zammit to talk about it to interested UN parties.

As much as I love the wisdom of these remarkable people, I’m somewhat stunned and question what conversations we should be having at this time. More about that later in this essay. First, let’s look at where the science is.

Guy McPherson quotes American actress Lily Tomlin who is credited with the expression, “No matter how cynical you become, it’s never enough to keep up.” If you’re not familiar with Professor McPherson, you should be. He has a website called Nature Bats Last where he regularly posts a Climate Change and Update page. From that pge, here’s the bottom line:

On a planet 4 C hotter than baseline, all we can prepare for is human extinction (from Oliver Tickell’s 2008 synthesis in the Guardian). According to an informed assessment of BP’s Energy Outlook 2030, published in January 2013, global average temperature of Earth will hit the 4 C mark in 2030. These assessments consider neither collapse nor self-reinforcing [positive] feedback loops. In the face of near-term human extinction, Americans view the threat as distant and irrelevant, as illustrated by a 22 April 2013 article in the Washington Post based on poll results that echo the long-held sentiment that elected officials should be focused on the industrial economy, not far-away minor nuisances such as climate change.

In other words, we have a window of approximately 17 years – give or take a decade – until the planet will no longer longer sustain human life due to this minor nuisance. Even the most optimistic of legitimate climate change scientists say at the very least we’re going to have massive depopulation. “Massive Depopulation”…How typical of how we refuse to talk about death and dying. It’s not as if we’re afraid of the words…We are afraid of the words, and so are those in charge as they have absolutely no idea how to respond.

And this is part of what you need to know:

The Obama Administration is well aware of the worst-case scenario of climatic catastrophe, and the Near-Term Extinction – NTE – that comes with it. Regular readers of Nature Bats Last and others who have been paying attention will recall Copenhagen COP15 as the climate-change meetings thrown under the bus by the Obama administration. From Nature Bats Last:

A footnote on that long-forgotten briefing contains this statement: “THE LONG-TERM SEA LEVEL THAT CORRESPONDS TO CURRENT CO2 CONCENTRATION IS ABOUT 23 METERS ABOVE TODAY’S LEVELS, AND THE TEMPERATURES WILL BE 6 DEGREES C OR MORE HIGHER. THESE ESTIMATES ARE BASED ON REAL LONG TERM CLIMATE RECORDS, NOT ON MODELS.”

In other words, President Obama and others in his administration knew near-term extinction of humans was already guaranteed. Even before the dire feedbacks were reported by the scientific community, the Obama administration abandoned climate change as a significant issue because it knew we were done as early as 2009. Rather than shoulder the unenviable task of truth-teller, Obama did as his imperial higher-ups demanded: He lied about collapse, and he lied about climate change. And he still does.

What the Obama adminstration knows, the UN knows. Bottom line here consists of two factors:

The only remotely possible way to change things in time to avoid NTE, is the immediate shut down of the global Industrial model which will also cause massive depopulation;
For whatever reason, and there are many possibilities, the Obama Administration – or any other governmant – will not acknowledge the science and come out of the closet around NTE, and therefore, number one is not going to happen.
So why is the UN bringing in the Evolutionary Change Agents if they already know it’s too late? There are several possibilities.

First is the possibility that the Adminstration and the UN don’t buy the facts and that they are in complete denial or firmly esconced in hopium. As resources go, denial is apparently one of the few we have that is actually not running out. There’s an abundance of it out there and it’s part of the human psyche. Then there’s the possibility that they do know, but believe that the illusion of normalcy – that everything is going to be alright – must be maintained until it can no longer be maintained. Another is that those in power who know are so pathologically addicted – like an alcoholic who drinks himself to death – that they cannot possibly change. Last on this short list is the idea that they have no idea what to do, and are desparately trying anything and everything. Of course, these are just some of the possibilities, but you get the idea.

And this hopefully brings us to a place where we can begin to have a discussion around just what is an appropriate response to NTE? In light of the high probability of mass panic, denial, anger and civil disorder, should people be told? And at the same time, If human extinction is even a remote possibility, don’t people have the right to know? Who are we to withhold this kind of information from others? I don’t have the answers to those questions, but I’ve been thinking about this for a few weeks now and have to come to some answers that I think are appropriate for me, and I’ll write about those in the third installment of this series.

What I will say here is that the approach I’ll advocate includes the concept of triage and Hospice as patient and provider and what I think is a universe-centric big-picture perspective that combines emotional and spiritual wellness and surrender into grace, and the awareness that compassionate resistance is the only ethical response to NTE.

See Part One of this series here

See Part Three of this series here

http://www.collapsingintoconsciousness.com/the-great-transition-humanity-at-the-tipping-point-part-two/

Letter from Congressman Ruiz regarding Bees

Dear Mr. Morgan:

Thank you for contacting my office. The opportunity to discuss critical issues with the people I serve is an essential part of our democratic process and I am grateful for your input.

The Saving America’s Pollinators Act of 2013, H.R. 2692, was introduced on July 16, 2013 by Rep. John Conyers Jr., and has been referred to the House Agriculture Committee. The bill would ban the use of nitrogen-based neonicotinoid insecticides, pending an evaluation by the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) Administrator on the adverse effects of the insecticide on pollinators including bees, birds, bats, and other species of beneficial insects.

I voted in support of an amendment similar to this legislation during the recent Farm Bill reauthorization, which directed the Secretary of the Department of Agriculture to carry out activities to protect the long-term viability of bees and other pollinators. While I am not on the Agriculture Committee, I will keep your thoughts and opinions in mind if this legislation comes to the House floor for a vote. Growing up in the Coachella Valley as the son of farmworker parents, I appreciate the important role agriculture plays in our district. From our famous dates to our traditional Native American tribal farming, protecting these assets is vitally important.

Once again, thank you for sharing your thoughts and opinions with me. As the Representative of California’s 36th District, serving my constituents is my top priority. To find more information regarding current legislation, constituent services, or to sign up for my e-newsletter, please visit my website at: www.ruiz.house.gov.

Sincerely,

Raul Ruiz, M.D.
Member of Congress

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Family History - Morgan/Bales my father's lineage

My father could only trace his history back to his grandfather before he passed on in 2003. Combining research from his brother, my uncle Don and his wife Ramona, along with the Internet I have come across some fascinating history. Here is part of it.

One of my great,great,great,great,great grandfathers was Daniel Davidson,(b: 1752, Big Moccasin Creek, Augusta County, Virginia; d: abt 1832, Clay County, Kentucky) served in several Virginia militia units during the American Revolutionary War with the ranks of Private and later Ensign.

On January 1777, Daniel Davidson enlisted as a private in the Revolutionary War. He served in the Charles Porterfield Co., 11th VA Regiment, commanded by Col. Daniel Morgan, from 21 January to 1 May 1777. He re-enlisted in the rifle detachment June through December 1777 and re-enlisted again in the same detachment January 1778 through July 1779. He also served as an Ensign in the Continental Army at Kings Mountain.

This means I could join the National Society of the Sons of the American Revolution if I wanted to. Big surprise!

My father's last name of Morgan only become that in the mid 1800's. My great, great grandfather was born James M Bales in 1831 to a Quaker family that first came to America in or around 1675. One researcher states that John Beals, yeoman, arrived aboard the ship Griffin in 1675 and settled first in Fenwick's Colony, New Jersey. James M. Bales came from 7 generations of Quakers and seems to have left the faith to join the Army serving in the Mexican War in California.


He may have changed his name to Morgan due to an outstanding warrant in Indiana but we don't know for certain. One of his niece's sons was Max Baer, heavyweight champion of the world, film actor and father of Max Baer, Jr who played Jethro on the Beverly Hillbillies television show.

• John H. Beals (III) 1717-1796 , PA. TO NORTH CAROLINA
John was born in Chester County on February 17, 1717. He married Margaret Esther Hunt in Chester County, Pennsylvania. The marriage is record in the minutes of the Nottingham Meeting as having taken place on November 13, 1738.
Margaret Hunt was the daughter of William Hunt and Mary Woolman Hunt. She was born in 1719 in Chester County, Pennsylvania.
They moved to northern Virginia and were members of the Hopewell meeting until April 14, 1758 when they were granted certificates to move to Rowan County, North Carolina and join the New Garden Monthly Meeting that had been established there. They were received there on May 27, 1758. They settled on a 300 acre farm near Pole Cat Creek in what was then Rowan County. They lived on that farm all their lives. The land originally was in Rowan, then as new counties were formed, it was part of Guilford County when it was formed in 1770.
Margaret Beals died on the farm on April 11, 1796 and John died there the following week on April 17, 1796 at age eighty.
• John was born in Chester Co.,Pa. and married Mararet Esther Hunt at the Nottingham Meeting in Chester Co.,Pa. They moved to nothern Virginia and were members of the Hopewell meeting. John purchased 165 acres for six pounds from his brother-in-law,John Mills. He remained at least eleven years before he sold the same tract on Nov. 5,1754 for five shillings to a fellow friend,Benjamin Thornburg. John sold at a considerble loss,but it might have been because of rumors of the Indian War that did begin in 1755,impelled him to wish to move his family farther south and join his brothers and sisters in North Carolina. They were granted certicates to move to Rowen County,North Carolina and join the New Garden Monthly Meeting that had been established there. They were received there on 5th mo. 27,1758. They settled on a 300 acre farm near Pole Cat Creek in what was then Rowen County. They lived on that farm all their lives. The land originally was in Rowen,then as new counties were formed,it was part of Guilford County when it was formed in 1770. Once at New Garden,John like the rest of the Hunts and Beals and their kin,became active in Quakers affairs,serving on committies and attending quarterly and yearly meetings. The log cabin that John built late in 1750's was still standing and being used as a shed as late as the 1940's. A photograph of it is in the Friends Historical College in Greensboro,N.C. John and Margaret spent their last years in the home of their daughter,Hannah Beals Hockett. John had apparently distributed his property among his children before his death,since he left no will or settlement. John Beals gave this remarkable account to a friend shortly before his death in 1796:

Recovering from a fit of sickness, a weak John Beals desired that his family retire for the evening sooner than was usual. The door to his room suddenly opened and a person, clothed in white raiment, drew to his bedside and bade him to arise and follow him. They went out of the room together and ascended up through the air. John was brought to heaven by his guide and was placed before the great being who was seated on a bright throne of glory. The divine being looked upon him and asked how he came to be there. He replied that a person in white raiment had come to him and brought him to this glorious place. The divine being told the guide to take John and show him the glory of the saints. What John saw caused his heart to be overcome with joy and he desired to remain there forever. He was informed that he must go back again to the world and remain for two and a half days. If he spent his time in faithfulness, he should return and have his inheritance among the saints forever. John then asked the guide to take him where he might have a fragrant smell. He was taken to a place where a door opened and released the most delightful odor he had ever experienced. He was soon filled with the odor and then was brought back by his guide to his chamber and the bed where he lay. The fragrant smell remained in his nostrils for many days. He recovered very quickly from his sickness and believed that what he had seen would soon be fulfilled. Margaret Beals, his wife, died on the farm on April 11,1796. John died there the following week on April 17,1796, at age eighty. What a great story!




Friday, March 1, 2013

Evidence of Pre DNA Found in Interstellar Space

March 1, 2013 - 8:47am by Julie Kent Cleveland Leader According to astronomers who've been using the National Science Foundation's Green Bank Telescope, they've discovered evidence of prebiotic molecules in interstellar space, the first time this kind of evidence has ever been uncovered. This finding could increase the odds of discovering life outside of our own solar system, say experts. One of the prebiotic molecules that was discovered by a team of Virginia astronomy students includes one called ethanamine, which is believed to produce adenine, one of the four nucleobases that form the rungs of DNA. Another more newly discovered molecule, cyanmethanimine, is believed to have a role in the formation of the amino acid alanine, which is a key process in biology. Researchers at laboratories at the University of Virginia and the Harvard-Smithsonian Center for Astrophysics measured radio emissions from cyanomethanimine and ethanamine. The frequency patterns from those molecules were then matched to publicly-available data produced by a survey conducted with the Green Bank Telescope from 2008 to 2011. The astronomers from the University of Virginia studied a giant gas cloud about 25,000 light-years from Earth located near the center of our Milky Way Galaxy. They say that the newly discovered interstellar molecules likely represent the intermediate stages in a multi-step chemical process that leads to the final biological molecule. The details of the actual chemical processes aren't yet clear, however the discovery gives astronomers new insight into how and where these processes occur. The researchers say that their discovery was made possible due to new technology that hastens the process of identifying the so-called "fingerprints" of cosmic chemicals. Until now, it has largely been impossible to identify the changing sequence, which is related to the ability to identify specific amounts of energy emitted or absorbed. New lab techniques have given astrochemists the ability to measure characteristic patterns of radio frequencies for specific molecules. Since they are now able to collect that information, astronomers now are able to match patterns that reveal evidence of certain molecules. The discovery is considered to be groundbreaking, however the researchers are cautioning not to read too much into it, saying that much more research is still needed. Nevertheless, the findings could increase the odds of finding life outside of our own solar system. If the building blocks of DNA are floating around out there in space, anything is possible. The study was a work in collaboration with University of Virginia professors Brooks Pate and Ed Murphy, and Remijan, and the program was funded by the National Science Foundation.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Monday, October 17, 2011

Human Souls Falling to Earth

 


mixed media on canvas 36 x 30 inch 1985

I had this feeling of many, many people coming/falling/dancing/tumbling into human bodies. 36 years later human population has doubled. These people will transform the path of extinction into a new variation of ourselves.
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Saturday, April 23, 2011

2 white flowers

 
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3 white flowers

 
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tiny white flowers

 
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teeny desert flower

 
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teeny desert flower

 
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teeny desert flower

 
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teeny desert flowers

 
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Sunday, February 13, 2011

Happy Valentines Day

 


The Transcience and Permanence of Love
Oil Pastel and Watercolor
1996
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Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Sun Dog

 
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Wink of an Eye in the Sky

 
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Lizard on Petrified Wood

 
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Wednesday, June 23, 2010