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Busted Boundary
Playing some songs with
Tim Redbird and having Kaiji
repeat words from the "Goddess Prayer."
I am clearing some energy this morning.
Made a new friend and Reunion.
Date: 1/2/2007 10:58:59 AM ( 17 y ) ... viewed 1530 times 8:44 AM
January 2, 07
Dear God,
Guide and watch over
me that my words and actions
be successfully received.
Make this a year when
my words and actions
touch appropriately.
May those who need my words
find them. May my Open Journal
approach to life serve those who can
benefit' may others in other states of
awareness pass over, or be non-judgemental
though my approach to living be different
than their own.
Thank you for
putting me in situations where
playfully touching is appropriate,
May I slow myself down to ask
before overstepping boundaries
and intuitively know the
difference.
Amen
____
I was busted yesterday for
an inappropriate touch.
Michael John spoke up
as a defender of the Female.
The situation was minor, but
it is in my energy field this morning.
It is something I want to clear.
It is something I want to write out.
What was behind my action?
I was at the Temple of Higher Consciousness
in Escondido.
Everyone was having their stage time,
one performer after another.
I did not have any through the eve or to the
dawn.
At one point I woke up around 3 AM and came down.
I heard a shift. I went down from the second floor
where I was sleeping. The music was stil kinda loud,
I told Kennedy, the program director, I wanted to read
a poem.
There were many really talented musicians of the younger
generation. I felt I had something to add, but
there was no opening.
I was processing my feelings well.
It was grateful that I was simple here,
that I had gone beyond my limits to get in the
EG Mobile, picked up Linnea in route, and
find passage up here.
In the early morning, quiet reigned finally.
I woke up and went down.
I had spoken to Tes about doing a Plant Your Dream Circle,
but Tes was no where to be found. Some folks were
already crashing after there all night Sacred Dance Party.
There was a Native American man who I saw play
a song during the night. Earlier that morning, near dawn,
he said some prayers in native tongue in this a sound chamber.
{Bowel firing...diarrhea very strong...
9:08 AM two tablets of Quiet Digestion
from Health Concerns...chewing them.
Head still tired.
better go back to bed for a while.]
I was on it, about feeling left out.
I wasn't going to let that be my Tone Dance
for this New Year.
Now he was sitting at the fireplace.
I went up to him and opened my silver box
of Job's Tears. I offered him a Seed,
and shared some words that were welcomed.
welcomed.
welcomed.
welcomed.
Then I moved over to the performing area
and placed my box on a table that seemd
appropriate for an Altar.
I went up to get some other writings.
I was claiming the space.
By the time I returned not long after.
My Seed Box was covered with someone's coat
and other stuff. I cleared the space again,
consciousness placing down a copy of
"Job's Prayer." and a prepared notebook
with The Seven Love Cures, and the
World Peace Startup Plaques.
Soon after, the Native American,
entered that space and began to play.
some songs that were more meditative
that the driving beat of his music I had heard
during the early morning hours.
I went and got another chair and faced him.
I closed my eyes and just listened.
There were some other folks in the space
at a distance, but I placed the chair in such
a way that I was honoring this man with the
[9:18 AM bowel firing...
guts feel like they are falling out.
Pain six on a scale of ten.]
guitar.
Closed by eyes. Went into a meditative space.
Was being sensitive to his rhythm...
When it felt right, I read "Job's Prayer."
He came to the end of his songs,
"That's four," he said
as if it was a daily meditation to begin
each day with just so many tunes.
I asked him to play more,
We did some other poems.
He was moved because he said,
"We should have recorded that."
Then he shared some pain from the past,
naming off a few tunes from the past,
one that was stolen, recorded, and became quite well known
by a popular singer he named.
then I got up to go to the bathroom.
When I came back, there was a woman sitting
in the chair, and they were talking,
so I went over and got another chair.
I walked around and placed my chair facing the
other two, the guitar player on the left and the pretty
woman on the right. Now we were a triange.
I asked the guitar player to play something
from the heart, something for love.
I putted out Your Creation.
I looked the petty woman in the eye.
and began speaking my heart.
"How is your Soul Inspired Creation coming?
How can I encourage you?
What can I say?"
Half way through her eyes started to tear up.
Soon after I had tears running down my face,
tears that came both from the release
of having felt left out and the deep place
of connection with another person.
When I finished
Your Creation, her face lit up.
"What is your name????
I know you!," She said.
"Where?" I asked.
"It was at the Ecstatic Dance place
in L.A.. I was lying on the floor
and you brought me a flower to breathe,"
By now she was very animated.
I asked her name.
"Kaiji," she said.
"What is your name?"
I asked the Native American man
with the guitar.
"His name was Tim Redbird."
"I asked Kaiji if she would like to
do a poem together.
"Repeat these words," I said.
I offered up words
from "My Goddess Prayer for You."
She began to not only say the words
but go off on some lovely improvisations,
toning as if in al altered ecstatic state,
with laughter in between when
I said certain lines.
"There is a price in being with me.
I in my distance for limits and rules,
and plenty of them.
You must learn to dance....
you will have to move this way,
and then that way,
and then this way,
and then that way.
until there is no where to go
but into the center of your being."
By now it was really getting high.
Tim, Kaiji and I really doing something
in the Temple of Higher Consciousness.
Kaija was wearing thermals with
a cute little Child's type dress for dancing,
one, with ruffles.
She looked really cute.
I realized that during the night,
I had seen here upstairs doing some
healing work on a pregnant woman.
She had been wearing two bird feathers.
Next Scene:
Taking some photos of Kaiji
at the fireplace. She says she has been'
singing a long time, but never felt so free
in her throat.
Next Scene:
I am feeling real good.
Tes is in the kitchen. She is up and around now.
She is a Tantric preisstess, and the main
Goddess of this place. She plays and we
have an on-going relationship stretching
limits. I am moved by her voice.
It does not feel like any big any big deal to go up to her
in the kitchen, hear her voice, and Blessing
her throat. with a bunch of kisses.
She was welcoming.
NEXT SCENE:
I spot Kaiji at a distance. She has changed
her clothes. She has a cute butt.
I like the way her lower back connects with it.
"Good looking body!" I say.
"Oh yes I have some good butt muscles" she says, or something
risque like that.
She is heading outside, and off into some other
scene with Michael John, one of the other folks who
live here.
I follow outside.
Her skin is showing on her low back.
I reach my hand and touch her low back.
Michael John, gets huffy.
"Look at her energy!" He says.
"She is not welcoming your touch!"
he said something else like that.
I was taken back.
Mr. Goldman, World's Greatest Lover,
including author of The Seven Love Cures,
words that men need to know and women want to hear,
poem included in "The Language of What it means to be
a Woman," busted.
MIchael John's tone throws me.
What is really going on here?
Territorial stuff? Winning Brownie points
with Kaiji?
I was confused. Was a really inappropriate?
Next scene:
Maybe 15 minutes later.
We are inside. Kaiji and I are in the same space
alone. I feel I better ask.
"What did you feel about that interaction?"
She says, he was right, that I wasn't being sensitive
to her, but then she says, "But I love you!"
Then then went off on a hike.
He was making sure here needs were met for
a proper hat. He takes his hat and puts it on her head without
asking. Male in charge.
The rest of the day unfolds.
Lots of fun with Tes, planting seed dreams.
This is our second New Year's day together,
Hours pass.
A psychic reading in between
with the group.
Time to leave.
Michael John and Kaiji are sitting outside
at a distance.
Linnea is going back with me.
I leave without saying goodbye to Michael John.
Something still to be cleared on my end.
###
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Name: Tim Redbird AKA Whitefox
4 piece band, Red Rox, rock 'n roll with Native Soul.
Three piece ban, Renadagdes.
two piece, Whitefox/Lirko
Solo; 12 string and harmonica
Native stuff: Red Warrior (Southern PowWow)
Native American Church Member[[Peyote Way]
60 illustrated poems==poetry book.
makes moccasins men and women's
artist-painter...cartoon strip.
song writer.
traditional singer, pipe carrier, healer, jokester.
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on 1/1/07 2:57 PM, J wrote:
Hello enchanted One,
Happy New year*** Last night was wonderful...
Thank You for the midnight hug,It felt special..
.I really felt your LOVE**** Sorry your tummy hasnt been feeling well....
So,this morning I woke to a lovely surprise,
My 10 year old daughter greeted me with a smile
and had her journal in hand and she said
she wanted to plant seed dreams today!!!
Wow,I wish you could of seen the charge
and energy on her cute little face...S
o,we got out the shovels and gloves and got to work...
Lots of weed pulling...Im actually just on brake for a few minutes
cause my back was staring to hurt a little,So, I wanted to come in
and send you a email to tell you I appreciate you
and thank you again for the seeds...
I will be planting many dreams today!!!!!
Have a wonderful day sweetheart!!!
This year is gona be glorious***
One love,
Jennifer
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