9:47 AM
October 2, 07

Dear Rudi,
Brother,
I use that metaphor of the Crack
in one of my poems written in
"The Rebirth of Mother Earth."

That poem is called "I am the Crack."
One of the lines goes.
"I am not all I am Cracked up to be."

In the Older Days
of our first BIg Earth Day in Balboa Park
we did that poem to the beat of more land 50 drummers
in the days when the generation was just getting into drumming.

I am feeling a break of light
after a freak out day yesterday.
I wrote a good blog on that here.


http://curezone.com/blogs/fm.asp?i=1012158


The break of light is a little feeling that I am not alone.
I do get into a lot of isolation, hopelessness
and overwhelm, taking on so much and not see how to do less
very well.

I am thinking a lot about being on the Web and still being part of the Web of Life.
Can we do that?????

It is essential.
I am not wanting to Kill the Web and this Virtual Reality.
IT is an Atlantean Gift....Virtual Reality,
but the Atlantean's went under the sea because they abused
and miscalculated.

It is an interesting story that we explored in the days when I worked
with the Essene School of Thought Channelings.

The Atlanteans attempted to beat the system.
They had slaves all over the place, but they thought
they could do better--that it would be less labor intensive
through creating various kinds of Technologies to Control the Elements
and control people without all the work.

They miscalculated a bit, sort of like we can do with our electric plants
based on nuclear energy. Atlantis went down because of a tiny miscalculation.
The Tech took them down.

Atlantean Mindset brings us Computer Tech.

Lemurian Mindset brings us a desire to live in harmony with the Web of Life.

In my recent bouts with Computer Tech, I am realizing
how addicted I am to this. The Computer is now, in less than 10-15 years
a central pillar of my and other's life.

It has its good to do. It lets me and you get to know what is deepest.
IT allows us to make Consciousness Shifts in the world quickly,
but if we do not each cultivate an authentic relationship to SEEDS
we will be lost and more lost than we are today.

My Self Esteem is tied in with how well my Computer is working.
I am freaking out because I have lost my Emails and Addresses
that were on my Old Computer that crashed.
I can likely get it back but at what cost of time and energy.

There is much too do now.
We, many of us, are all being asked to cull down, and do less,
I sense.

The old poetry I wrote is resurfacing because
"The Rebirth of Mother Earth" is asking something of each of us now,
an upleveling of our personal connection to seeds and to the garden.

You are a teacher, Rudi.
I went to a school yesterday.
I will upload some photos.
The kids were so excited by a Butterfly Garden.

Kids need us so much to set back gardens in the schools,
and we need neighborhood gardens.

This is a big experiment I am doing here where I live
in this house. It is overwhelming to attempt to live with seven others
on 1/3 acre. It draws me to get in touch with what I need to do to
come out of isolation and be more authentic and upfront here at home
as I am in my writing on the web. I have to be able to tell others here
what is going on inside me. I need to garden more here
and others are needed to help.

I want to inspire our Curezone Family to garden more too
wherever we are. There is a calling out that we realize
we are in the Enchanted Garden Club.

The Enchanted Garden is a name for our renewed earth
that grows as we connect seeds and seed dreams.

I was looking at the Mosaic Forum just now.
That is a good advance to show everything together,
blogs and forums.

When I look at the forums, I see where we are all experiencing every kind of condition that comes
from Science out of touch with Soul,
and Soul out of touch with Soil.
It is Wise that we Educate rather than Medicate,
and yet every addication is a Medication.

IT is the simple Essene/Essential messages that asks to be
spoken and hopefully with this new Imac
and the support of community, I can play some par in what asks to be heard
and said.

Thanks for being friends,
Much Love to you.

Your Brother in The Gathering Place.

Leslie