Christmas Food for the Soul

Mary and Child

    

        When you feel the wind upon your cheek
        Think of me
        When you hear the birds sing
        Think of me
        When sunshine warms your back
        Think of me
        When darkness falls
        Please think of me


        For the wind, the sea, the stars, the birds
        The sunshine
        And the darkness
        Are all part of me
        Know that I am here with you
        In truth and in love
        Wherever you are
        SMILE AND THINK OF ME 

            
May your Christmas be filled with good thoughts, joy and good cheer
With much love, CMW

 

                   

                                     

A Miraculous Christmas Healing Story

 do hope that my stories of miraculous healings, and how they came about, plus some metaphysical meanderings as well as my daily life, will fill your days with hope, healing, creativity and the Great Mystery.
Cheers
C.M.W

Christmas time is a very special time for many people around the world. Families and friends come together renewing the gift of sharing and giving.
For me, Christmas Day pulls at my soul. I make sure on this day to take time out to recharge 'the essentials', to make contact with the divine nature within and to connect with the grace of God. I like to spend some time in quiet contemplation followed by maybe an hour of distant healing & prayers, sending light to all those in need and to our beautiful Mother Earth.

This story is about light shining through and the miracle healing that happened one particular Christmas Day.


Light Shining Through

I don`t think I have mentioned this before, I was conceived on a cold and frosty Christmas Eve hence my name Christabel Mary. Maybe this set the tone of my life`s purpose. Anyhow, healing, one way or another, has always been a part of my life, especially on Xmas Day.
This particular Christmas Day I had decided to start distant healing/prayers at 2.30pm. after the family had had lunch and had opened their presents. The upstairs verandah was a quiet space, perfect for meditation.
I always have a list of people, who have made contact, for absent healing and methodically send 'healing' to each person one at a time - usually for about 5 minutes each. Sometimes though, I feel almost obsessed with a particular patient. I don`t know what comes over me but I feel compelled to meditate etc. for that person three times a day and sometimes for up to twenty minutes at a time. This particular Xmas I was in this mode, and actually had been for about a month.

  The man I was sending healing to was in a hospital a few hours drive away. He had a condition that had been created after coming in contact with bats. He had wart-like growths on his brain and was now, and had been for a few months, in a vegetable-like state. Couldn`t eat, drink, talk, communicate in anyway at all, and was incontinent. He just lay there, spirit somewhere else.
   Now it happened that even though I had never met this man, I did know his parents and therefore I wished to help in whatever way I could. As a channel, for healing the body, mind and spirit, Divine essence travels through you to the person/family in need. The 'healer' is just the channel - it`s the light, God`s light, that heals whatever is needed for the patient`s highest good. Interestingly the man`s parents were told by the doctors at the hospital that if he didn`t die he would always be in a vegetable-like state as he had a large amount of brain damage. The nuns apparently said it would be best not to send healing because of this! This is what the parents told me.

    Well, Christmas Day comes once a year AND it is filled with possibilities. Energy is high. The vibration of Jesus Christ is always very high but on this day, is really high. All good for healing. If one can surrender to the Divine Love then possibilities can manifest as realities.
     2.30pm On the verandah sitting in a director`s chair, back straight, breathing in Divine Essence, making contact with God without any other thoughts, wants, needs, expectations, being in that space of complete love beyond emotion. A part of everything. God`s presence felt.
     2.50pm  In the absolute stillness I am propelled into sending healing to my friend`s son. Through my third eye I could see a light. The light was quite distant, and central in my inner vision. Very, very bright - as bright as the light seen in fork lightning, but it was still and distant and did not take away my focus on sending healing. Suddenly the light energy discharged straight at me, through my third eye, sending me flying. Indescribable power, brightness like never before seen anywhere.
      I couldn`t speak, I couldn`t move. I was awestruck - such power. As I remained motionless all I could think of was my patient. "If only I had thought of him as the light struck me" I thought to myself. I had been mesmerized for that split moment in time and space as the light struck me. All thoughts had evaporated into thin air. Time? Around 3pm.

                                              


      After Christmas Day I totally forgot about the brain-dead chap. Never felt the urge to be a conduit for healing for him ever again, even though I was still doing absent healing for others!


      A couple of weeks later I happened to see his parents. They had just arrived home after staying near their son and visiting their son in hospital every day over the Christmas Holiday week.
   "Hello Christabel, good to see you". They cheerfully said as they waved for me to sit down and have a chat. I couldn`t help but notice that they seem to have had a load lifted from their shoulders.
   " Did you have a nice Christmas? How`s C--- "? I asked as I sat down next to them.
   " You will never guess what happened", the Father said as his wife butted in. " On Boxing Day our son`s friend came to us and told us of the dream she had had on Christmeas night." The wife paused for a breath, and then continued excitably,  "She said that in her dream C--- had come to her and told her that she was to tell his parents that he is healed!" Tears of happiness were now beginning to wet the mother`s face. They were not religious and they most certainly weren`t into anything outside the box. Plain good country folks.
With almost a sense of incredibilty, the husband then softly and slowly said, " You know, on Christmas Day when we were standing over C---`s bed watching him, both of us suddenly saw a change. Nothing really noticeable physically. We felt a change for the better, can`t explain why, but WE FELT IT"
Curiousity didn`t kill this cat. I couldn`t help but wonder.
   " What time would that have been?" I queried
   " Actually we had just looked at my watch. It was three o`clock".


A couple of months later there was a knock, knock at the side doors. There standing on the verandah was the man`s mother holding a basket full of freshly baked scones. Next to her stood a tall man.
  "Hello. Come in, come in" I yelled at my friend knowing that a cup of tea would be on the cards. "Do come in and sit down. I`ll just put the kettle on."
I headed into the kitchen area to press the button on the electric kettle then returned to the sitting-room where my friend, and the man, had already made themselves at home.
   " Christabel, This is my son C--." She hesitated for a moment, and then continued, "My son heard my husband and I mention your name in conversation and asked if he may come and meet you. He felt he needed to.  So here we are."
    C--- extended his hand. His hand-shake was filled with purpose. "Thankyou so very much" He said. "I know you had something to do with my healing. Thankyou."
     "It`s great to meet you and to see that you have made total recovery. Well done. Isn`t it nice to know that God works in mysterious ways."
With the formalities over we sat down, drank in the music of creation, and had a nice cup of tea. Just the three of us.

Christmas is about hope. Christmas is about love. Christmas is about sharing, giving and caring.
I hope this true story brings these truths home and that you may have a truly inspirational Christmas.

                                             Believe in the magic of Creation
                                           And Creation will come through you

Love to you all
Cheers CMW

The Music of Creation

I do hope that my stories of miraculous healings, and how they came about, plus some metaphysical meanderings as well as my daily life, will fill your days with hope, healing, creativity and the Great Mystery.
Cheers
C.M.W


The Music of Creation

 Sorry about this photo being so blurred. A windy day, yet such an irresistible story. How can nature be so in tune? A little vine enjoying creation!
Music everywhere.
                                     Heartbeat, breath,
                                     Footsteps, wind,
                                     Swishing of water,
                                     Thunder rolling in

                                     Baby sleeping
                                     Birds chirp, chirping
                                     Laughter, singing,
                                     Crying, weeping

                                     Frogs croak, croaking
                                     Cicadas tuning
                                     Bees a buzzing
                                     Fruit bats screaming

                                     Plonk, plonk
                                     Raindrops sounding
                                     Chatter, chatter
                                     Creation expanding

The weather has been very dry and hot for awhile, so it was sheer delight to hear once again the plonk, plonk of raindrops on my iron roof. These 'plonks' were followed by a short burst of almost deafening percussion - and then a sudden silence.
Within minutes the orchestra began. First there were soft gentle sounds, as if the strings were tuning up ready for a grand orchestral performance. More and more birds began to tune up and join in. Hundreds of different birds all singing in harmony with each other yet all playing their own tune. Acapella .What delight! My heart filled with warmth as I listened with rapture, drinking in the miracle of creation.
Then the wind instruments (cicadas and frogs) began to play, sing and fill out the orchestra. So loud, yet so harmonious. All insects and birds rejoicing together, as one, in the joy of creation. A giant tuning fork.

The rain brought coolness and cleared the air. The music restored harmony and goodwill.

Enjoy the music
Tra la la
Cheers CMW

The Spiritual Journey

I do hope that my stories of miraculous healings, and how they came about, plus some metaphysical meanderings as well as my daily life, will fill your days with hope, healing, creativity and the Great Mystery.
Cheers
C.M.W
Paintings, song, poetry, prose and dance can all help us to express our spirituality and perhaps be inspired to look a little more closely at life.
What is the meaning of life? Where do we come from? Who or what is God?
How can I be more happy and more forgiving? Many expressions of art can probe our inner consciousness allowing us to see with new eyes the miracle of creation. Layers within layers, messages within messages depending on the perspective of the viewer and usually formed from past experiences and judgements.
To dance the dance of life is the art of being open, and receptive, to change. Unravelling the Great mystery with childlike eyes and a sense of wonder. Participating in laughter and love, faith and self expression. The immediate joy of being present in the moment. Hearing the sound of sweet surrender - surrendering to the knowledge that there is something far greater than us. Something that we are part of and is Divine. Where light overcomes dark and shadows grow shorter.

THE CROSSING

This painting is about the spiritual journey. 
On the right we have the world built up with male energy. Concrete buildings are represented by the squares. Squares always have blockages in the natural flow of energy which stagnates in the corners of the square. Number four represents foundations and has the square as its symbol. The colours orange and red are the colours of the vibrations of the two lowest energy vortexes (chakras) in the body. These chakras are to do with survival and fear. We want more and more, and bigger and better, to satisfy the ego`s game of separation from the Divine. Some people though, wish for peace and love and are therefore striving to learn more about life and/or more about becoming more spiritual.
The symbol representing the true, completeness of God is the circle. It is infinite. There is no beginning or end.
The left side of the painting represents absolute truth, love, union and finally perfection.
So the right-hand side of the painting represents an over abundance of yang. It is within this sea of materialism, consumerism, grief and suffering, where spiritual and religious groups are gathered, that consciousness is opening up to love and friendship. The under-developed circles, in amongsts the fours and squares, represent religion in all its forms. It is within these religions, and spiritual patterns, that some people undergo a spiritual revelation.
These people no longer need to rely on teachers as they now have knowledge of the whole. Self realized, they have crossed over the infinite indescribable river of life, and into the magnificance of creation. The higher energy chakras are flooded with light as the heart and mind join in love and expression. The universe reveals secrets unseen by the unrealized man.
                                              The mind is no longer within my head
                                              Vast
                                              Expansion beyond the limited self
                                              The me that I was
                                              Is dead
The X , seen in the blazing light on the top left-hand side of the painting, is the symbol used for partnership, in this case partnership with God and the Whole. Life now has meaning. No need for greed, instead a need for being of service. The 'I' is no longer fitting.
'We' takes its place as the Great Partnership with the Divine has been realized.
                                             
                                               Imprisoned soul
                                               Of sightless man
                                               Now set free
                                               To go beyond the 'me'
                                               To touch on truth alone
                                               Travelling
                                               Travelling home

Here`s to wings spreading and cobwebs catching light in early morning dew,
Cheers CMW

Cairns Birdwing Butterfly - Magic on Magnetic Island

I do hope that my stories of miraculous healings, and how they came about, plus some metaphysical meanderings as well as my daily life, will fill your days with hope, healing, creativity and the Great Mystery.
Cheers
C.M.W
Thought I would show you a couple of photos of Australia`s very own magnificent Cairns Birdwing Butterfly.

Cairns Birdwing Butterlies

When we first moved to Magnetic Island none could be found anywhere. We were walking track junkies often scaling the granite outcrops in search of new adventures.Certainly many adventures, including metaphysical, were experienced on Magnetic over the years.I would get up very early and head off up to specific outcrops where I would meditate as the sun rose, welcoming a brand new day. On the way down the tracks I would see my many friends, including rock wallabies, Death Adders, sea eagles,hawks, friar birds, drongos, sunbirds, parrots etc etc. as well as the many lizards. I would clean the walking tracks of all the rubbish tourists had left behind as I chatted, and whistled, to my feathered friends. It was my way of saying thankyou to Mother Earth.How priviledged are we to have such a magnificent country to live in!
Never once though did I notice a Birdwing butterfly.We had many other species, including the irredescent Ulysses Butterfly, butterflies in fact were everywhere along with the huge variety of birds.
After selling my house in Melbourne we decided to build a pole house In Nelly Bay and it was in this garden that much magic was created.
I only planted four of the native Dutchman`s Pipe vine and, believe it or not,this was enough to attract Cairns Birdwing butterflies all year long!  I have been relaxing, with my eyes shut whilst having a spa, when I have heard the flap, flap, flap of a butterfly joining me in the bathroom. The males are brilliant green and black whilst the females have white, yellow and black wings with a firey red splash of colour on their head area. This species are the largest butterflies in Australia. Females have a wingspan up to 20cms.

Caterpillar Stage of the Birdwing Butterfly

After the butterflies laid their eggs on the leaves the caterpillars soon began to grow and grow. The full-grown caterpillars were as long, and wide, as my thumb. Huge! The children and I were very fascinated by these very hungry caterpillars. Chomp, chomp, chomp, we could hear them eating all the leaves. Yes every one of them! The vines were reduced to little leafless stumps! The caterpillars now full to the brim somehow managed to slowly navigate their way to the underside of a nearby palm tree.
CHANGE HAPPENS
I pulled up a chair and sat down, eyes steadily watching a couple of caterpillars. I was very much wanting to see a chrysalis form, and there, right before my very eyes, it happened. Magic. Pure magic.
First of all the caterpillar somehow glued the tip of its lower back on to the underside of the leaf/frond. Then the very top of the head of the caterpillar was next glued to the underside of the leaf. Interesting. Then, very quickly, somehow two little black strings (very similar to thin black cotton) started appearing, and growing from the attachment point to both sides of the caterpillar`s head. Unbelievable. The caterpillar`s bottom stayed attached to the leaf, and now the rest of its body was levered down ( about3/4 inch ) hanging in the breeze by two little black strings!!!! At the same time the caterpillar had magically oozed a wet covering over its body. Within a couple of seconds the ooze dried in the breeze and changed into a pristine golden chrysalis. This happened right before my very eyes, yet somehow I had missed the process. The chrysalis had seemed to instantly manifest!
The caterpillar the grand magician.
It was as if someone had etched an outine of butterfly wings on each dried chrysalis. A perfect idea, a hint, of possibility of what could become.
One morning at about nine o`clock I raced out to check on the chrysalis laden leaves/fronds to see if there was any movement in the camp and low and behold there was. The tiny space between the strings that were attached to the upper sides of the chrysalis was moving. Like a little door it opened up, revealing the way out for any little brand new butterfly. It was huge though. I don`t know where it got its inspiration and will to lever and squeeze its gigantic wings, and body, through that doorway and into the new world. Not a faulty move. A perfect departure from the dark confined space into a huge light world.
After this experience I would bring the local school kids into the garden to see, and experience, the magic of creation.
Movement, beauty, miracles and changing realities.
Eyes wide, breaths were held as butterflies emerged.
Watching the pristine butterflies unravel their perfect wings and then children fascinated, waiting patiently as the butterfly also waited patiently for its wings to dry in the hot tropical sun.
Perfection without any human interference. Nature knows best.

I am always blown away by nature and its many mysteries. There are so called miracles all around us all the time yet most of us don`t have time, or the inclination, to watch and appreciate the miracle of creation.
Maybe the world would be a happier place if we took time out to listen, and to watch, creation.

Please note:    If you live in East Queensland you can plant out the NATIVE vine The Dutchman`s Pipe to help keep the species of Birdwing Butterfly alive and well. I have just planted a few in the Sunshine Coast Hinterland. The species is smaller than the Cairns Birdwing, but are still very beautiful and of course eat the same vine.

Take care,
Enjoy the magic
Cheers CMW

Happiness, Peace and The Grand Illusion

I do hope that my stories of miraculous healings, and how they came about, plus some metaphysical meanderings as well as my daily life, will fill your days with hope, healing, creativity and the Great Mystery.
Cheers
C.M.W
                   The ego fills our minds with

                                                Grab, grab, grab.
                                                I want, I want, I want.
                                                That`s MINE
                                                I wish, I wish, I wish.

                                                I`m better than you
                                                You should, should, should
                                                My way, not your way
                                                Take, take take

                                                 Money, money, money
                                                 I need this
                                                 I need that
                                                 More, more, more

                                                 Look at me, look at me
                                                 I`m wonderful
                                                 I`m better than you
                                                 Look, look, look at me

                                                 My clothes are beautiful
                                                 Look at my skin
                                                 I`m thinner than you
                                                 I`m rich, rich, rich
Then on the other hand
                                                 Poor me, poor me
                                                 Nobody loves me
                                                 Everything is dark
                                                 Pain, anger, pain

                                                 I hate, hate, hate you
                                                 You did this to me
                                                 It`s all your fault
                                                 Misery, hate, misery

                                                 Suffer, suffer, sufferer
                                                 It rains when there should be sun
                                                 Cry, cry, cry
                                                 Understanding there is none

Trying to create love and self-worth. Filling a void.Filling a lack. Unsatisfied. Disconnected. Superficial.
The two lowest chakras when out of balance create more greed, lust, a feeling of lack, the need to control. Like a spinning ball out of control these states can create instability, havoc, pain and more suffering for everyone. These lower chakras are all about survival.
Wrong diet can add to the inbalance, along with lack of exercise and lack of quiet time.
When we are out of balance the ego takes control, serving itself.
The ego relies on our senses to give us temporary excitement and satisfaction, separating us from the divine being that we truly are - the authentic self. The soul continously searches for wholeness and harmony.

We are all wanting peace, joy and love. Some think that money can give them that, but it doesn`t.
                

The Grand Illusion 1

We can fill our minds, bodies, houses full of stuff but this will not bring us true happiness. Maybe for awhile the ego enjoys the sensory pleasure but on a deeper truthful level the soul (authentic self) will not be satisfied. There will still remain 'something' missing in life.
We actually are truly happy when we are co-creating - not just with our partners and friends, but with all life.
This is when we begin to open up to love again.

 I think that is why so many people take refuge in the garden. Gardening allows us to reconnect with the magic of God`s creations. When amongst nature we can see, and feel, (experience) the laws of nature. The bees working with the plants, the ants clearing away dead matter, the butterflies helping to pollinate, the birds singing, their song helping to open the flower petals ready for the bees and the gentle breeze carrying seeds and pollen to be reborn as food and new life. Falling leaves create hiding places for insects, and food for the soil and for future growth of the tree,whilst at the same time  protecting the earth from the cold, or dry, winter air. Birds collect twigs from the trees to build their nests in the Spring. Each provides something for those other than themselves. All work together building and creating a harmonious, balanced whole. Can we learn from nature?

If we became less self-serving, and thus more whole, co-operating with others, instead of competing, we would find ourselves becoming more fulfilled and satisfied.

UNITY IN DIVERSITY
Yes, if we stopped judging, and started listening to, and respecting, other`s point of views and individuality, maybe the world would start singing instead of fighting.
If we felt respected for who we are, instead of what we 'have', then maybe there would be less greed and less need to pollute our beautiful Mother Earth.
It is only our insecurity and lack of self-worth that controls our need for more, more, more.
If we allowed ourselves to love, instead of judge, then love would be given back and we would feel more whole. We would enjoy the differences rather than be irritated by them.

CHANGE IS JUST A THOUGHT AWAY
We live in a sea of information. All information is interrelated. We are in fact connected to everything and so being all our thoughts and actions impact on the whole. Once it was thought that we were a sea of subatomic particles swimming around in heaps of space. Now it is known that electro magnetic fields fill the space and respond to our thoughts and words, more so if they are charged with emotion.
Everything we do impacts the whole.
We usually are so small minded that we only see, or experience, that which we think is about ourselves, but in fact isn`t. Everything now seems to be all to do with $$$$$.
The greedier we become the more it effects not only those who have not much food etc but also our Earth and it`s future populations.Families don`t have loving, nurturing time with their children and community as they are too busy trying to make dollars to 'survive'. Children that have felt the lack of love now roam the streets filled with anger which in turn creates fear. and so it goes on.
Thoughts can create anger and hatred, disappointment,depression and sickness, or happiness and creativity.
LOVING THOUGHTS create harmony within and harmony all around.

ALL WE HAVE TO DO IS STOP
If we could all stop and listen to nature. Stop, and give loving time to our children and our Earth. Stop and have time to share with a neighbour. Stop and listen. Stop and have some soft, peaceful, nourishing time.

TAKE TIME OUT
* Look at and enjoy nature. Really look without judgement. How was -- formed? The magic of birdsong.
* Listen, really listen to your child, spouse, neighbour
* Plant a plant, nurture it and watch it grow
* Eat loads of vegetables and fruit. Be grateful. Cut down on sugar, caffiene, carbonated drinks, pastries, smokes, fried foods. Drink water
* Do something for someone each day without expecting, or looking for anything in return
* Watch yourself and your moods, judgements, wishes  (just take note)
* Have a bath, massage your feet and hands. Enjoy you.
* Say ThankYou for the gift of life, for a roof over your head, for your job, partner, water, sun, food etc.
* Arrange a neighbourood Xmas gathering - maybe drinks? BBQ? Break down barriers.      

                        Insist on others doing what is right
                               Is to paralyse oneself


                               To walk in the forest
                               Without seeing beauty
                               Is to walk alone

                               To walk alone in the forest
                               Seeing beauty
                               Is to walk with God

I have watched, and witnessed, incredible changes in many people over the years. These changes went out into the world.
I rented and lived in an old motor mechanic shed that my partner and I had renovated. It`s a long story but somehow 'The Shed' ended up becoming a community centre. Many, many people visited and brought their problems along with them. We often held workshops to do with Quality of Life and for payment we asked for people to either go out into the community and do some voluntary work, work in our extremely productive garden or in our fast growing library, or maybe cleaning the local walking tracts. We were about love in action so this was one way that we could break the ice, so to speak. Most people who came weren`t into any voluntary work.
People from different countries, religions, financial status all joined in with the workshops etc.
Once unity in diversity was established and once people started to volunteer for community activities a huge change in individual self-worth took place. With this new found self-worth along came time for themselves and their families! I saw many people change after they started work in the garden. Working together, co operating, sharing stories and time, listening to each other always resulted in laughter and joy.
No jealousy, hatred, greed, anger, depression only happiness and satisfaction and inner joy.

Before people left  our 'Living Planet Quality of Life Resource Centre' there was one thing everyone had to do. Everyone had to go to the meditation pit and put their hands on the 'Blessing Stone' (a lump of quartzite given to us in Alice Springs) and say thankyou to Mother Earth.

Here`s cheers
Until next time
LOVE  CMW


                               

                                                
                                                 


                                              

Reinbo All Nations Gathering

J Reuben Silverbird will be the honoured guest at the Opening Ceremony of the REINBO ALL NATIONS GATHERING to be held at Kupidabin Cultural Association at Mt Samson in South East Queensland. The Gathering will take place from the evening of Friday 11th Nov.through to Sunday 13th November.

Who is J. Reuben Silverbird ?

J. Reuben Silverbird, son of a Nedhni Apache Wise Man and Cherokee Medicine Woman, travels to the Four Corners of Mother Earth, with The Universal Peace Federation. He is attached to the United Nations as an NGO, (Non-Governmental Organisation) and is only one of the countless men and women Ambassadors who speak on behalf of "Love and Peace throughout the world today." He shares his words of wisdom and inspires thousands of people around the world with his lectures, concerts and retreats. J.Reuben Silverbird is regularly invited to perform ceremonial blessings at the Nobel Prize Institute in Oslo, Norway.
For more information about J. Reuben Silverbird or about his upcoming November-December Australian tour SOWING THE SEEDS OF LOVE please visit http://www.reubensilverbird.com/

Back to the REINBO ALL NATIONS GATHERING 11/11/11
Opening night is on a Full moon and a very auspicious date. Number eleven is the first of the master numbers. Great day for healing, meditation, song, dance and gathering of like minds. Perfect time for gathering, and magnifying, peace energies.

This healing weekend centres around Indigenous teachings, crafts, as well as honouring of our ancestors. Weekend and Day passes are available.

For registration or if you would like more information about this joyous healing weekend please visit
www.kupidabin.org

Opening Ceremony
Bookings essential - adults $40 Conc. $30 Children 4-13years $20
email: info@kupidabin.org
Hon Secretary, Maureen Pickstone Mob: 0402 092 741


MAY PEACE PREVAIL ON EARTH
Cheers CMW

The Purple Jacket - A Gift From Africa`s Animal Kingdom

I do hope that my stories of miraculous healings, and how they came about, plus some metaphysical meanderings as well as my daily life, will fill your days with hope, healing, creativity and the Great Mystery.
Cheers
C.M.W

 Now that our rented shed had somehow ended up a community centre, and was very busy, there was no room left for sculpting. Often people would be in the shed having 'hands on healing' or having a deep and meaningful conversation with another soul etc. when all they could hear was my partner banging away (usually in the doorway) at his fantastic creations. What a creative man. Anyhow people started to get quite angry with him and would wish he would shut up or go away!!
My partner hadn`t contributed financially for ages and I knew he was getting itchy feet.We had had such an amazing time together in Tanzania, but now it just wasn`t working. It had always been an emotionally difficult relationship even though we loved each other very much.  End result was that he moved on to greener pastures.
After Africa I had heaps of energy and a new lease on life.
I continued on with the Quality of Life Resource Centre open to everyone, and anyone, seven days a week.
A much needed free service to those that wanted to expand their consciousness through meditation, chanting, selfless service, communing with like minded souls etc. A vast library on all aspects of quality of life ranging from spirituality through to health, herbs, medicine (Eastern & Western), diet, metaphysics, psychology and emotional healing, yoga etc art, gardening and sustainability was offered, as well as a huge amount of workshops pertaining to quality of life. Never a dull moment. Love in action was the ethics in 'The Shed'.

The Purple Jacket

Every time I wear this purple jacket I feel like the angels are hugging me. Below is the fascinating story of how this jacket came into my possession

One day an elderly man, who had spent the afternoon in 'the shed', asked a favour of me. "Christabel, I was wondering if you could possibly help me out?" His pleading eyes set the tone of his request, "I can`t find anyone to help me out tomorrow."
I didn't particularly want to be away all day but I knew I had nothing planned and I also knew that there would be people visiting the shed who could look after it whilst I did whatever he wanted, so I asked "What is it that you want me to do?"
 "I need someone to drive one of my cars down to Cairns. You see, I am selling one." He stopped for a breath and then continued, "I will follow you down, pick you up from the drop-off place, and then bring you home. Should be home by 1.30pm."
After a bit more chat, it was decided that he would pick me up at 10am the following morning.


We arrived in Cairns a little after 11.30am. The kind elderly gentleman was very grateful for my help. "Christabel, I just have to go and pick up a couple of things. How about I drop you off at The Pier. I will meet you upstairs in the food section around 12.30pm,  that way you can have a drink whilst you are waiting for me."
I agreed. Most of us try and kill three birds with one stone if we visit Cairns. Makes perfect sense.


12.30pm came and went. 1.00pm., 1.30pm, 2.00pm 2.30pm all came and went. I was starving. I had had one cup of coffee, was now starving, and headachey from lack of food, and had no other dollars on me. Yes, I had emptied my bag out searching for an illusive dollar or two. Nothing. Actually none to my name!
 It was hot, and I was bothered.  "BLOODY R-----!  WHERE THE HELL IS HE?" I muttered rather loudly. It was so dam hot. I needed water and I was really pissed off.


Sometimes weird things happen to me. Sometimes spirit (or maybe a spirit), takes me by the hand. Yes, I literally feel as if someone takes hold of my hand and pulls me away, or rather leads me somewhere.
This is what happened next.
I could feel the energy take hold of my hand and stand me up. When this happens I become very quiet and very vague. I was then led to the stairs, down the stairs, and then to the posh shops on the ground floor.
Next I watched myself be taken in ,by the spirit, to a very upmarket leather shop. I don`t know what the upmarket, slick shopkeeper must have thought. Here I was, in a brightly coloured sarong, possibly looking like I was spaced out, walking, or should I say floating, into a sea of extravagantly and beautifully designed leather garments of all colours and sizes. The energy still had hold of my hand. I was led past the shopkeeper and straight to the back left-hand corner of the boutique. Once there, my hand was thrust into a row of leather jackets. I watched my hand grab hold of something and then pull out the softest of all the leather jackets. It was the colour purple.
 " Lovely Dear" the 'on the ball' eager shopkeeper whispered. "Try it on."
A few seconds later I was being hugged by the softest, most beautiful leather I have ever felt. It fitted perfectly.
 " That colour is your colour, and doesn't it fit you perfectly!"


Even though I was still feeling very spaced-out, vague, and rather separate from my body, I somehow muttered the words "How much?"
  "Only  $650 as it happens to be on special."
  "It`s lovely, but I think I will leave it for now," I found myself saying, hoping that I hadn't given away my penniless situation.
After softly thanking the lady for her assistance I glided straight back through the shop and into the shopping mall.
My anger had completely disappeared along with my headache.I looked up to see if R.....  was waiting for me upstairs in the Food Court. He wasn't. "Oh well - if only I could find some dollars for a drink and some food"
I decided to again rummage through my bag thinking that maybe I had missed a pocket or corner.
Once again I plunged my desperate hand into my bag and to my utter amazement I pulled out heaps and heaps of paper notes!!! South African money!!
How strange. I hadn't exchanged any Tanzanian money into South African money. When I left Tanzania I had had only a few dollars left, so I didn't bother to change it as I thought I would add it to my daughter`s money collection back home. I never had any South African money. Our employer had flown us (on one of his jets) into Sth Africa, where we almost immediately boarded our plane out of Africa. There was no need for any money. We still had a few South African dollars ( enough for a drink) from when we first arrived in Africa.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Still very vague I turned around, and there right next to where I was standing was a Money Exchange. I slowly walked one pace and then handed the wad of notes under the grid to the cashier. 
 " That`s six hundred and eighty Australian dollars Mam." The cashier announced, as he counted out the dollars before pushing the money back to me. 


The smartly dressed chic shopkeeper was taken aback when moments later I had glided back into her expensive Italian Leather Boutique. "Did you forget something?" She queried.
 "I think I`ll take the jacket." I said, as I handed over the six hundred and fifty dollars.


Minutes later I was on the escalator heading back up to the R---less Food Court, carrying in my right hand a beautiful bag in which my soft purple Italian Jacket was resting. 
  " Hope R-- doesn't come for a while as I`m going to order a coffee and quiche" I said to myself "That`s if there is any food left!"


That night I thought about a lot of things. About Africa, about the Universe, the meaning of life, about selfless service and about all that I do to facilitate love for each other and our beautiful Planet Earth. In Africa I worked to heal the land and to heal and protect the animals. In Africa I had no access to any Mastercard, Visa, Bankcard, or any other money source. In fact I didn't have any Debit, or Credit cards, or any money in the bank, and neither did my friend Somerset. I lived on trust and without any expectations.
If I had had $650 in my bank account I would have spent it buying juicing machines and wheatgrass juicers for cancer sufferers, or maybe library books. There is no way I would have spent any of it on myself, and definitely would never ever have thought of buying a leather jacket. My life was about setting up the Quality of Life Centre!
Conclusion:
This probably won`t make sense to you BUT
I think the Purple Jacket was a Thankyou gift from the animals in Africa. Leather suggests that. South African money suggests that. Spiritually purple is a high vibration. It`s as if the animal spirits are hugging me. Nothing else makes sense to me. Blessings and thankyou to Mother Earth.

Twiga

We live in a sea of divine essence. We are all connected to absolutely everything. You and me, the animals, insects, birds, flowers, trees etc etc. Our vibration touches all and when we are filled with the spirit, and have a warm, loving, compassionate heart our vibrations intermingle more fully with the whole. The more loving, the more creative,  the higher our vibration and the deeper our connection to the source.
Our challenge is to know this. Our challenge is to work with our shadow transmuting anger, fear and suffering so that our inner light can touch all.


Many blessings & heaps of love
CMW Christabel Mary Wilson

Africa - Channeling, in Indian, what was needed

Hello again,
Could only find a couple of photos.



CMW with the boys in Tanzania

 Here I am talking to 'the boys' that we hired to work for us. None of them could actually drive, though I had been trying to teach one of them.
None of the boys spoke English. My partner Somerset had somehow managed to get this truck to work. This was near to the end of our time in the Selous. As you can see the boys were really happy working and there is no sign of drunkeness or lack of self-worth!

It is amazing how quickly you learn to understand and communicate with each other even though you don`t speak each other`s language!
We had stopped for a cuppa at the end of the day. This chap we hired later on. He had been educated in Dar Es Salem and was very interested in the healing arts. He taught me various African healing ways, and I taught the boys reflexology, nutrition etc as well as teaching one of the boys (who happened to have a giant mystic cross on his palm) hands on healing.
They became interested in healing when they witnessed one of the boys being healed of a painful hernia. So twice a week we had healing evenings.
Cerebral malaria was rampant all over Tanzania. We often had men in camp who had malaria. As we had no medication at all,and had no anti malaria tabs. I would do hands on healing on the men.
We had very basic type bedding with no mosquito nets. Millions of mosquitoes everywhere.

We ended up building a bridge inside the Selous, over a rather deep creek cutting, in order to be able to actually get to the 'Camp' where we were working. My partner Somerset was very talented in every creative way. A couple of weeks beforehand, Somery and I set off back to Dar Es Salem and forced our employer to purchase what we needed for the bridge. We bought the iron  and tools whilst there and then ordered the goods to be all put in a container/carriage on the train.
I actually channeled, in Indian, what we needed much to the shop attendants surprise! Mine too! I can say this - everyone jumped to attention and quickly assembled all the goods that I rattled off!! If that hadn`t have happened I think we would still be there arguing with the Indian shopkeepers and attendants.
Somery fixed the Bedford truck ready for picking up goods from the train. WE had to travel for a few hours to get to the railway line and Station - what station? Trains arrive when they arrive. The train was a day late so we had to all (the boys, Somery and I) had to sleep on the truck. We had no water, no food and were quite exhausted. Wild elephants went on a rampage that night passing only a couple of meters away from the Bedford. Thankfully no wild cats visited.


Wild elephant finally leaving camp

 We had many wild animals in camp. The night before this photo was taken we had seven elephants in camp. This one happily stayed just outside my hut, ripping off branches. I actually woke up wondering what all the noise was.
Another time I had just switched off the generator ( nobody else would scoot down the bank to do it as many snakes etc as well) and was heading back to my hut when stopping in my tracks I thought I saw another hut! It was dark and I could make out a rather large shape between me and the boys` huts. After adjusting my eyes I realized it was the bull elephant back again. No wonder nobody was walking around. I froze. Then all fear disappeared and I relaxed and put myself in the space between the words.
 I decided to see myself as invisible.. I breathed in thought patterns of invisibility and then I very quietly and slowly kept going in the direction of my hut. The elephant stayed put until I was happily back in my hut. Maybe my tactics worked? maybe the angels were looking after me? or maybe it was just good luck.  I do know my 'meditative' and 'Now' state of mind often got me out of some very sticky, and tricky situations!

Hoped you enjoyed the photos
Cheers  CMW

Creativity The great Soul Healer - An African Story

I do hope that my stories of miraculous healings, and how they came about, plus some metaphysical meanderings as well as my daily life, will fill your days with hope, healing, creativity and the Great Mystery.
Cheers
C.M.W

A few years ago my then partner and I were employed to work within a remote area of the Selous Game Reserve in Tanzania. Our job was to manage, and enovate, an old deserted camp situated on the plain overlooking Stiegler`s Gorge and the great Rufigi River. The dilapidated  camp was the habitat of wild elephant, lion, baboon, rhino, zebra, giraffe, , wildebeest etc. etc. as well as many snakes, hundreds of squirrels, wild bees and billions of huge cockroaches. When we first arrived at camp the only water available for drinking had oil floating on top and the little bit of stagnant water was in the bottom of a rusted out forty-four gallon drum! So we had to collect our drinking water by hand, upstream at least two kilometres, where after we had navigated on foot through buffalo, rhino etc land we could climb down to the crocodile-infested great Rufgi River with our old containers! This is another story!!


With a little maize, some dirty water and much courage, we set to work employing some Africans from a village about five hours drive away.


All of the men in the village seemed to be heavy drinkers. To our amazement the duka only sold beer, Arnotts? biscuits, neatly packaged in motel type packags of two biscuits, and sugar. Loads of it!
Most of the villagers had never been out of their village or ever seen a white man, never mind a blonde white woman, yet they had access to beer!!!! All seemed so crazy. Nobody spoke English. Charades was in.
We somehow managed to employ eight men ranging from eighteen to sixty years old and immediately brought them back to the camp, along with their swags. All were drunk.


Before leaving Dar-Es-Salam we had been warned by our Indian employers, as well as their African staff, that we will never be able to coerce any villagers into actually working. `Nice idea, but you know they won't actually do any work' The head cook had said to us in confidence.
Laughing, the Indians had shouted at us as the train pulled out of Dar-Es-Salam station"GOOD LUCK'


Yes those Indians seemed to know what they were talking about.
The first week in camp was a nightmare. Our charges were rude and inconsiderate to us, and to each other,
and absolutely hated the idea of working. It was a real battle to get them out of bed, never mind to help with the cooking and labouring. By the third day all their alcohol supplies were finished and there was no means of aquiring any more. They all had no self-esteem whatsoever and were now even more abusive and aggressive towards us as well as each other. Interesting. Charades were very much our way of communicating.
The men spoke no English and I spoke only a little Swahili, my partner none. Nobody could be trusted to follow any requests, and some of our belongings seemed to grow wings.You can imagine the scene,  a bit like Fawlty Towers African style!


With a little love, listening, sharing and creativity all this was soon to change. By the end of the first month the change in these men was colossal.


Soon after we arrived I decided to make a sculpture for my wall out of wood, rocks and vines. In the moonlight I started to carve the front of an old woooden cupboard I had found that was half rotten. At lunchtime I carved a couple of bits of branches to hang my clothes on and statred to make some earings out of little rocks and some old electrical wire I had found. As I created I often would start singing and indeed I would sing for at least an hour every night to 'tone' the land and call in the animals. The boys, whom I had never heard singing, were fascinated. My you I was the only woman in camp.
My partner, Somerset, fashioned some beautiful bangles, also out of electrical wire, and before long, and after some encouragement, the "boys" joined in, making their on creations also out of the old electrical wire.
The "boys" delighted in their bangles, which they all very proudly wore around their wrists.
Somery and I also made didgeridoos, out of various bits of pipe, and a huge chime that we insisted had to be played by our cook to call us in for meals!
Creativity and self-expression began to set fire in the camp. The more creative the boys became, the happier they were. Soul Food. The camp now was filled with song and laughter.


Self -esteem and the joy of living had replacd drunkeness and unworthiness. Each morning we were the slow-coaches now. All fighting had disappeared. Laughter and song could be heard wherever the "boys" worked, and those boys worked hard!


Adding creativity to their lives had transformed them. They had become self-assured, happy, creative, thoughtful and trustworthy human beings. Witnessing this transformation was one of the happiest times of my life.

I will try and find some photos of Africa to post, no promises though as I have moved a few times since Africa, and most of the time spent there was lived in the moment which didn`t include lugging my Olympus 35 mm around!

Until next time,
Cheers CMW

Why Ritual?

I do hope that my stories of miraculous healings, and how they came about, plus some metaphysical meanderings as well as my daily life, will fill your days with hope, healing, creativity and the Great Mystery.
Cheers
C.M.W

On September 23rd at 9.04am Southern Hemisphere witnessed the Spring, or vernal, Equinox.
The word equinox comes from the Latin meaning of `equal night`. It is a time when the sun crosses directly over the equator and therefore day and night are of equal lengths. Of course the further away from the equator you are results in a change of night and day lengths although not very obvious.
All over the world different cultures and religions celebrate the Spring equinox and the Persian new year actually begins on the first day of spring. Rituals and services are usually to do with welcoming new life, hope and gratitude and respect for the creator. A time for coming together to sing and rejoice as well as for unity and reflection.
Many groups in Australia celebrated this day focusing on nature`s regeneration, fertility, new life, emotional growth and rebirth - inner and outer. Rituals were part of many celebrations.


SOUL FOOD
Sacred rituals provide a safe unified space where participants can leave behind the day to day drama, suffering and anxiety, and come into a place of reverence where the soul, our innermost core, can recharge and be filled with union with the Divine.
Most of us get swept away by our ego`s game of separation. We forget that we are of love.
Sacred rituals can bring us back into alignment, to the place of love. To our true selves. Ritual can be the wind beneath our wings, offering hope and lifting us up so that we can move forward.

     GOOD MEDICINE FOR OURSELVES, FOR EACH OTHER AND FOR OUR PLANET
                                 
                                          Clapping thunder
                                          Rolled in
                                          Rain washed away
                                          Yesterday`s sin

                                          Cleansing soul
                                          My body revived
                                          I learned to see
                                          My world as contrived
                                          By me alone
                                          To strip away
                                          The ego`s way
                                          That separates us from home

RITUALS IN EVERYDAY LIFE


Before I start painting I  perform my own little ritual to take me out of my usual habits and life patterns. My ritual transmutes my previous head-space and carries me into an 'artistic space'.
I vacuum up everything in range of the vacuum cleaner, I light a 'special' incense stick, put on a jazz CD and relax into `the artist` me. Ready for action.
I have another little preparatory ritual that I perform before writing books etc. Each ritual is specific for the activity. Both are triggers to snap into the artist mould and out of the Grandma mould. It works for me!
Rituals take you out of the small mind and into the infinite mind where anything is possible. The space between the words.
When people commence meditation classes a little ritual like lighting a candle after cleaning their meditation space,helps  to relax and prepare for stilling the mind.


I`m off to light my candle now, before doing some' distant' healing,
Take care
Love CMW