We are all connected

No matter where I go, I meet people who I either know, or who know someone I know. Thus I have come to the simple conclusion that we are all connected.

I had a dream last night of Matisse the great painter and I had a dream whispering "we are all one".
I used to be a lucid dreamer, I used to dream dreams of prophecies when I was a kid and in my early teens. And it freaked me out so I started to shut it down. Mostly with lots of drugs when I was a teenager. I sort of lost the connection with the oracle within, we all have this oracle within. But it is sort of scary to know things you can not explain to others with words, and it is almost impossible to explain the dreamtime to the rational mind. But I am making the sleeper awake within the dream and it is like being back home. Somehow this is a much bigger part of who I am than I had chosen to remember. I stop using drugs a long long time ago, yet those dreams, those connections with the intuitive side is like a trip into the known unknown. It is hard to explain... but I feel it is important to strengthen the sense of oneness - compassion - to let go of the self centred elements and serve my lives purpose. Who is and has been for a long time to make sure our mother this earth can smile from within again...

That is the lesson I learned while participating in an important ritual with the holy Mamos/Mamas from Columbia. And this is my quest. And I will never be fully happy until you all are fully happy... so make my day... make this a happy day for you:)

There is no tomorrow

Only this moment - this is the first and the last moment I am:)

Been reading interesting books explaining the Mayan calender. It is not all about the day after no future> aka doomsday - everyday can either be our personal hell or heaven - The Mayan calender raises some serious questions about the concept of time and clocks. Who invented the routine most people in the world follow? It is rather inhuman - we all experience time in a different manner, based on our emotions. My happy hour passes a lot quicker than my hour in misery. Most people are waiting for the happy hour - longing for happier times - and non of it is real. 

I refuse to lead my life by someone else's concept of time. I like the concept of time in Venezuela. Clocks are only guidelines - nothing to take all too seriously...

The Mayan calender is human, it is based on using each moment to each premium... based on ancient understanding of how we are a part of the streams and currents in space not only time.

Dolphins swimming in my window

Today, like so many other days, wind howls on my island of extrems. We are an indoor culture, our homes are nests, our plants thrive indoors not outdoors. 

I am on edge these days, sometimes I am not sure if I belong to this human race. Sometimes I think I am truly a visitor, an alien on this planet, puzzled by the acts of horror and greed this human race is doing every day. Is that all a part of me? Could I if put in the same circumstances commit such deeds? I don´t know, I don´t think so, but honestly, who am I to say. Would I kill, torture, rape others if I was living in the insanity of fear? Perhaps, perhaps. Could I choose to do so now? NO, I would rather die, death is not the source of my fear, the source of my fear is an undercurrent of collective sadness. Sadness based on not being able to do more to help restore sanity on this planet. The people living on this planet are basically insane, they are living in the dream of hell, described so simply and plainly in the Mastery of Love by Don Miguel Ruiz. 

I sometimes feel like, when i look around me that I am witnessing a tragicomic soap opera, the drama all around me, usually based on illusion or the result of the fearful running away from fear by creating more fear. How absurd is that. I am working on understanding how not to participate in this, and I admit that sometimes I am just as crazy as the rest of us. I allow fear to run through me, guilt, anger, envy, despite the fact that I know how silly and indeed pathetic  it is, when one knows about these pitfalls.

I want to understand what drives people further into the dream of hell. In all religions the description of hell resembles our own world too much for not noting it. My dream might be a bit crazy, but I dream we all wake up to the fact that it is OK to be happy and that all humans could would live with joy, gratitude and compassion as the element that drives us to act.

Countries without Borders

The countries of the world
are merging
borders falling
cultures crossing

Through the void
of cyberspace
earth is shrinking
sense for distance changing

One race
emerging
Floating through space
virtually real

I feel home
in every corner of the world

Expressions
through symbols
we can all understand

Art is the language
the word still a virus
from outer space

Colours, forms, sounds, shapes
interwoven
in interspace

Cities without borders
Countries without borders
Cultures without borders
Earth without borders
Us without borders

No Star Wars

Please have a look at this petition and spread the word if you like: Here is a video with information about the impact and intention behind the Star Wars plans

Where the Earth still rumbles

I am raised up where the earth was shaking and rumbling in Iceland. My grandmother just moved to the city from the village what was hit the hardest by the earthquakes and she was eager to go there to see if the house she built with her own hands with my grandfather was still standing. So we went on a journey to Hveragerdi in glorious weather with intentions to explore the past and found something precious on our journey.

My grandmother is one of those unforgettable persons. The story of her life : film material. And through my quest of talking with people i have figured out that everyone is like this: full of surprises and testament of how amazing the human being can be - however most people dare not show this to others. They hide behind fear of rejection - fear of being labelled foolz or even crazy. My grandmother has the Shaman elements in her more than most people i have met. She knows how to talk to birds and plants and she is truly in her element when she is in nature. Yet she is now cut away from the rest of the family in old peoples home and somehow it just doesn´t feel right to me.

Every time she is telling stories from her past - i see this woman that was always ready to take her own path, despite the attacks she was under for doing so. And her own ways were more often than not - paths to help the children in her village - and they indeed still love this person - who trusted them and saw them as they where. But the adults hated her because they didn´t understand her motives. And thus if they could have they would have stoned her. So she has mixed emotions about this village - the birds answering her call when we arrived to the little house she used to spend her last few years in at the old people home in the village, me carrying her rocks to the car and she beaming with joy that someone wants to keep them for her.

We looked inside the windows of the little house and it was empty. The only thing inside was the fridge and it had almost fallen out of its socket in the earthquake. The earth was still rumbling and moving under our feet. I didn´t feel it much. Raised up in this village means that the moving earth is as natural as it is not to see lighting on the island. We went to the house she and granddad built from one room to a big and beautiful house. The people who own it have done wonders for it and it looked from the outside as solid as in my youth. We knocked on the door and out came the owners. One of them a close relative, my grandmother raised his sister for 3 years when they were young. So the house is the hands of someone who really cares for granny:) It was hard to tell that everything had fallen two days earlier from shelves and walls. Broken glass in box in the hallway and photos of it for the insurance company the only tell tale - a few cracks in the walls and the shaking in the voice of the women of the house as she told the tale of how it was to wake up to the violent shake of 6.3 quake - the noise from the earth - like thunders below.

I walked through the house that had so many memories within its shape - the garden - the trees - and it was a beautiful moment to be there with granny. She had not been there since they moved and she was at peace - joy flowing from her eyes.

The day was filled with moments like this and indeed one of these unforgettable days. I am deeply grateful for being alive at times like this.

High tech aboriginals of the North

This tyranny of distance
left us to fend for ourselves
The earth shaking
spewing deadly fumes
fire and ice
forces beyond
taming
Natural disasters
nearly killing the entire nation
century after century

Declared independence
no blood spilled
Our colonists
occupied by Hitler
— they had no choice

Our isolation was our salvation
until the big corporations of the West
smelled our naïveté
Like leeches they smelled virgin blood
Alcan, Bechtel, Impregilo, Alcoa, Century Aluminum, Rio Tinto

First they take our nature
next they take our economy
and then, and then they take our independence

We are the high tech aboriginals of the North
The $ beads they gave us
have lost their short term value
We sacrificed more then was ours to give
and we will pay the price
of forsaking the only thing that shaped us
into who we are
—that gave us all our riches
We have forsaken our very own nature
And she will not spare the glass cities

The beads could have been
seeds of a sustainable future
—it still can
If we learn to listen to voices
of glaciers
of waterfalls
of the hidden people
of the oracle in our heart

We can still give the spoiled beads seeds back
before they turn into parasites
beyond our control

Joy B is moved by the Earth

Today is almost exactly a year since I posted anything on this blog. I got other blogs and somehow just forgot this wonderful world of my toon self... Today we also had a massive earthquake in Iceland. I live up high and could feel it and things fell from the shelves - yet i live an hours drive from the source of the quake...

The Earth quaked at 6.3 richter close to where my fathers bones are lost and my mothers ashes buried ... and i will be going searching for bones next Saturday - well almost - perhaps the river lost its grips on the shiny white rocks of his bones.

It is a good thing that the houses are sturdy in Iceland - no one got seriously hurt - but people close to the source of the quake are shaken and fearful. No panic though. Just this classic Icelandic calm of fear.

be the new superpower

Dear friends,

I just watched this great new video about the clash between Islam and the West and how to stop it - you should be able to see it below... let's be the new superpower:)

After much

inner thought I have reached the conclusion with the aid of signs and small Eureka’s, that the greatest change and aid to this world is not me taking to the streets, is not me revolting in any way except in my own heart. And so I will carry on taking the path less traveled and carry on experimenting with writing and the other arts engulfing the sacred = the word.

The power of the word is such that I shall devote my life to that mystery and serve the muse of writing. My way will carry on being brutally honest and personal. That is who I am and why should I write as someone else. The fabric of my life is perfect as a foundation for this quest.



Arctic sun on melting snow
faint tracks of small footprints

leading towards the turqouise blue sea
black pepples on an empty beach
round and soft

her eyes deep like the depths of the ocean
blackened with fear
voices crack open her skull

ravens fill the sky
shadow play on thin layer of ice

A poem I wrote the day before and the days after my mother passed into the light

You didn't want howling machines
to prolong the inevitable
-the fake life morphine reality

Please don't die until I am with you
I have plenty of grace to your liking
I will read at your beside the poets you love
I shall read for you about life and the angel of death

I will brush the dried blood from your thick hair
Sing for you the lullabies forgotten
from your youth
Please wait for me

Songbird spreading its wings towards the light
Your life fades out
your face faultlessly smooth
Through your half closed eyes
I see stars
Infinity and the universe
Yet death does not come at our mortal bidding
As you slept the angel of death came for you
embraced you with ocean blue cloak
and as you left with him
you sang in my dream
"Did you know, your friend is dying?"
You smiled and vanished into the beyond

The day passed in flight
In transit between our world and your world
So far yet so close

Finally on a distant soil
I embraced you lifeless body
still lukewarm
I kissed your face with a thousand kisses
howled mama, mama, please come back
be warm again
but nothing was able to pull you back
from death's embrace

Peace found, mercy from life's heavy burdens
And I let go, I rejoice with you at the core of my grief
with your book of life singing in my heart.

For my mother Bergthora Arnadottir, her memory lives through her songs, her voice, the memories. RIP 15. February 1948 - 8. Mars 2007

It is strange

to think that I will not create more new memories with my mother. Yet we created many good bad and ugly memories. In the end the past whom looked impossibly challenging became a vivid picture of the good. Because as we grow we change what was and will become by living in the ever shifting now. And I choose to see the past as a nutrition for all that i have become. The dark waters that feed the lotus and soon my friends this lotus is ready to blossom. To claim that personal power to shape-shift the past into a warm cloak. To change poison into the elixir of life. To become the alchemist and make something precious out of the substance we take for granted. To extract the essence out of this very moment. And behold. There is no tomorrow. There is this now:here. I am only that. My mother is gone, yet i dream her and i feel her and so she lives. Somewhere. I am listening very closely to her advice because she has finally the perspective she longed for.

Viva mothers of the world
viva

for those that want to listen to my mothers music you can find a selection of her songs in the jukebox on my icelandic blog

http://birgitta.blog.is

My mother died last thursday

from lung cancer. It happened really fast, so fast that me and my brother never made it to her to see her before she slipped into the other world. We got the news while boarding the plane to Denmark where she lives. But the most important thing is that she died in the best possible way> in her sleep, looking forward to see us as we to see her and she didn't have to suffer more than she already did.

It was good to see her body, she hasn't looked so beautiful for a long time. So much peace in her face and i could feel her soul had left the body. She has been making some signs from the other world. I could feel the peace, the lightness of being after years and years of mental and physical suffering.

My mother was a great musician and leaves many treasures behind in that field... and i will do my best to keep that legacy alive....

Rest in peace dearest... but knowing her i am sure she is up to something ....

for MMM

Born under the sign
under peace rising

Fire upon fire in her soul
her touch brought forth
ancient drums and ties and sounds and words

In her eyes
words lived
a tapestry of mystery
flying into the womb of cyberspace
weaving destiny to poet strangers
moving on and off this world
no one was stranger to her
everyone a brother, a sister

The power of the word, the word of peace, of vision
of having a dream and making it take the mysterious shape
out of the clay of mundane life into something magical
living moving whirlwind of change

She lived the dream
she touched
to be touched
she made words
take shape
in action
in deeds
in peace


for Merilene M Murphy, my poet sister, she the sun, i the moon as she
would say... orbiting together under peace rising:)

In Memory of Visionary Poet Merilene M. Murphy

Sadly, our dear friend and colleague Merilene M. Murhpy died in Los Angeles of complications due to lung cancer on February 2, 2007. She was only 51 years old. A tribute to Merilene well be held Sunday, March 18th, 2007 @ 2 pm at Beyond Baroque Literary Arts Center, 681 Venice Blvd in Venice, California.

Reading at the poetry carnival in Granada

more photos from the festival very soon and stories of the wanderer

Half of me

still in Granada. I somehow in ways i can´t explain felt compleate when i was in Nicaragua. Might sound strange, but i really felt so normal there. Like i had been there before or something. So i long for going back. The international poetry festival was also beyond words. Will write a full report very soon. First i have to pull myself together because i feel like i got that strange sleepy sickness as described in 100 years of solitude.

Going

to Nicaragua early next month to take part in an international poetry festival. I can't wait to experience South America again. Went to the Prometo festival in Columbia 1996 and it was the best week of my life:)

More later, got so much to do before i leave. Want to print some books so that i will have something to share.

Join the virtual march for peace

This Saturday, hundreds of thousands of Americans will march on Washington DC to demand peace and justice in Iraq and the Middle East. The global partnership Avaaz is working to raise a worldwide voice of solidarity through an international virtual march. Time is short, so add your voice and join the march today!

http://www.avaaz.org/en/global_peace_march/act.php

Avaaz supporters in Washington have offered to carry real banners and placards at the US demonstration—showing how many internet marchers from all round the world are joining in. We will carry the flag of each country that generates more than 500 internet marchers, so tell your friends!

As American opposition to this war mounts, Avaaz has mobilized over 45,000 people from over 100 countries to join the call to oppose Bush's military escalation and demand a real plan to end this war.

Can we get 75,000—even 100,000 people from round the world to join the march before Saturday?

Click here to join the march:

http://www.avaaz.org/en/global_peace_march/act.php

This could signal the rebirth of the US peace movement. We need to show them the world is on their side. Let's bring our call for peace to the streets of power in Washington. Join the global peace march and tell your friends today!

Sincerely,

–Eli Pariser
MoveOn.org Political Action
January 24th, 2006

"God has no religion."

Gandhi's famous quote. It is so true and indeed we need to remember this now more than ever.

We as humanity are sailing into new era. Times are changing and we are too. We need to take personal repsonisbility for our inner landscape and build tolerance and compassion towards ourself and others. The earth is sinking below the oceans surface because of our conquest over nature. It is really time to stop and think what we can do as individuals to stop this destruction or it will destruct so many fellow humans on this planet.