Happy birthday ! ! !

I have seen it rain from a clear blue sky, on the island of Gomera in the Canary Islands of Spain, off the coast of West Sahara in Africa. That stunned us all and people stopped what they were doing and went outside to just watch the strange weather phenomena.

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Last night, here in uptown Sedona, lightning lit up the night sky, for hours. No clouds and no thunder . . . and it went on for hours and hours. I could see the stars bright in the sky through all my huge windows. I was actually thinking it was the great mother ship coming to take us home. I was hoping they would take all my cats and my stuff too, especially my computer. : ) Really, very strange.

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In two days, on Wednesday the 22 of July, it is my birthday and I turn 44 (8 - you know, feng shui). I think I will perhaps do something magical, in nature, with a few aligned ones . . . perhaps.

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In two days, on Wednesday the 22 of July, there will be a total solar eclipse. There are some fears about this event, that it will stir up evil and craziness. But I don't think so.

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I guess we all have to love as much as we can then, eh.

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LOVE people ! ! ! LOVE ! ! !

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http://www.mreclipse.com/Special/SEprimer.html

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solar_eclipse

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solar_eclipse_of_July_22,_2009

http://www.exploratorium.edu/eclipse/

http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/space/solarsystem/sun/solareclipse.shtml

http://eclipse.gsfc.nasa.gov/eclipse.html

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In paradise.

I am deep in nature again. All I do is sit quietly around my house and the outdoors and absorb this intense bliss energy of this property, this vortex. I do that all day long, sometimes conscious and sometimes in a deep trance or a daze.

I actually get to live and sleep inside this bliss vortex and manifestation portal day in and day out. I know it is doing something really good to me. Being in Sedona was very challenging and not sweet, negative in a way. This place in Oak Creek Canyon is tremendously and powerfully sweet and lovely. The nature energies at their absolute highest.

I wake up to amazingly loud nature sounds (better than traffic). There is the fighting of ravens, the tremendously loud hoot of the peacocks right outside my window, the chickens and the two roosters at four o'clock in the morning, all sorts of song birds, the tree frogs, and the one sitting in my windowsill on the outside. If you have had tree frogs you know how loud those tiny critters are. : )

The peacocks and chickens belong to the neighbour and owner of the place. There are also two dogs and a goat that may come up and visit from time to time. The goat is not friendly and will buck and bite and eat the roses and I have been told to use the water hose on him if he shows up. That is the only thing that will chase him away. : >

There are of course, hummingbirds and hawks and all sorts of insects. The other day my cats helped me find a blind, tiny, little baby mole, a big, long toed lizard and an angry scorpion in the house. I have talked to the scorpions and the have retreated, thankfully. We have a huge colony of bees in a tree outside the front door and over the terrace. Massively huge. I can hear them buzzing from inside the house. : )

There is honeysuckle, several kinds of roses and many kinds of English garden variety flowers, together with desert plants and enormous cactus. Inside as well as outside, yes, really. There is a pretty sizeable koi pond inside the house in an atrium. You really have to see this place to believe it. There is SOOOOO much more, but I shall not go on any more.

Trees and Faery.

I created another network,
a place for sharing stories about the thinning of the veils
between dimensions, faery experiences, the unusual
and nature worship.


Called

TREES AND FAERY.

www.TreesAndFaery.ning.com

Utah and Wyoming.

The land one lives upon completely defines who one is. Nature feeds me so.

I want to go to Utah, Wyoming and Montana; especially Utah and Wyoming. I need to absorb what is there. God willing. A dream to one day fulfill, to crisscross the country in an RV . . . slowly, very slowly, with a cell phone, a lap top and a spectacular camera . . .

I left L.A. because I wanted to see the world again. The world is so unbelievable. How could I just sit still in one place?

Montana.

Wyoming, and below, Utah.

Wild nature images, photography by Ron Niebrugge.

Grand Teton national park, Wyoming, photos.

Yellowstone national park, Wyoming, photos.

Communing with nature.

There is nothing I enjoy more and nothing that feed my soul better than that which I am now doing, communing with nature.

Every day starting two years ago when I found myself only being able to sit under this majestic tree (that the other threes called his highness, there was also the general about two blocks away, far too powerful a tree). All I could do for almost a year was to spend time on this tiny lot under such a wonderful, calming, wise and serene tree, where I wrote poetry, did healing work and readings for the few people in the house I was living in.

Then I was fortunate enough to be shipped out to Sedona where I spent almost a year in Page Springs on a property by the creek where the land had amazingly spiritual and sacred energy. There I sat, mostly, under the willow trees in a swing looking over the pond. I sat there summer, fall, winter and spring; wrote, fought demons (believe it or not) and absorbed the healing energies. I saw the willow trees lush and green, turn to a bright golden yellow and then loose all their leaves and rest totally naked against the sky. I wondered if they would ever come alive again but they did, miraculously, in the spring and all of a sudden the grey and brown landscape turned lush and emerald green again and saturated with bird song.

I laid in one of the many hammocks at night looking at the stars and the moon with my cat on my belly, in the winter wrapped in layers and layers of warm clothes and heavy blankets. Or I sat in the garden furniture at Christmas, dressed very warmly, looking at the stars and the Christmas lights in the courtyard and at the far off neighbors. I stayed within the fences of the compound afraid to take walks or long hikes by myself because of the mountain lion who had a cub. I made contact with many animals and agreements with some but the mountain lion was not at all interested in agreeing with me that she would not hurt me or mine if I left her and hers alone. Rather she was intrigued that I communicated with her and she let me know it was interesting to know we were there as a food source and there was no agreement. She did eventually wander further away, but I never stepped outside of the fence alone. Kept in place as I was supposed to be, I guess.

I have also spent some weeks up in Oak Creek Canyon and in West Sedona and where ever I am in this land of Arizona, Sedona area, it is magical. Oak Creek Canyon is totally different from the desert of Sedona, it is lush and full of trees and nature healing. But Sedona too has amazing healing energies just in the land and the rocks and mountains. I happen to be in quite a green and lush area with lots of trees and flowering bushes. Lucky me. I think someone is watching over me and bringing me to all these places. God knows I was nature starved in L.A. and suffered from it severely.

Now here on this property where we are staying for the time being, we have become foster parents to a baby bird who the cats dragged into the house one morning. The baby bird refused to die, woke me up screaming bloody hell laying flat on her back, wings outstretched, with her beek open wide and the little kitten just looking at her not knowing what to do. I know my biz partner loves animals and loves to save them (even ants) so we rescued, of course, the baby bird and he placed it in a storage box from the garage and went to the pet store and bought bird food for baby birds that he has to mix with water and feed to her with a dropper. A woman in the community who rescues birds lent us a bird cage. Baby bird healed up quickly and has taken to my partner as a surrogate mother, rides on his shoulder and such. The baby bird (who we named Louisa:) is almost grown now and I have taught her to fly by letting her practice in the master bedroom. She was not aiming very well and couldn't land gracefully but she's getting better. She is not interested in leaving, is very affectionate and not at all afraid of the cats.

We had a baby skunk wanting to live with us a few months ago but I decided she'd be better off with her own kind. She too was so loving and great with the cat. (Skunk's story.) And we tried a couple of weeks ago to save a baby bunny who had been hurt but sadly she expired peacefully.

Now, the last few days, my biz partner who has moved his office outside onto the back patio overlooking the pool (loves the outdoors) has been visited by praying mantises a couple of times. This morning there are two praying mantises sitting on his desk just communing with him. I had to look it up on - line what message they brought; stillness, patience, reflection, listening, waiting for the right moment to strike.

I am thrilled to have this intimacy with animals and with nature, trees and flowers. It is so good for my soul and gives me a feeling of coming home to something that is real and makes sense. It is soul nurturing and it is healing for the soul and for my very being. I don;'t think I could live without closeness to an abundance of plants and wild animals. They are so cool.

And I got to be here.

And then I got to be here, a totally different place, but only for a few weeks and it has changed me a lot and very fast. Nature and animal life is restoring me still, all that which was stripped from me in L.A. and during my kundalini journey. I am now being restored and it feels like nothing else.

We had eggs from the chickens next door, the taste of which made me feel like I had never really been alive before. (I'm gettin' me some chickens!!!) A couple of peacocks lived in the tree outside my bedroom window (loud in the morning). Rocky the goat, who's never known fear or danger, would walk into our house any time he felt like it to see if he could find something to eat, like fish food or a stool or human fingers.

This house was built by artist Douglas Andrews, an amazing creative totally in touch with nature.

In Oak Creek Canyon, 10 minutes north of Sedona. Green and lush.

Swing in the down stairs garden. I hope to come back here one day and take my own pictures (but I know, the journey only goes forward and onward).

Dining room and living room and indoor koi pond seen from the kitchen. Upstairs a half circular wrap around loft.

Living room with aquarium.

Above the living room, my sleeping quarters.

At the other end of the loft, more beds.

Upstairs bathroom with antique bath tub and patio.

Kitchen.

Dining area with art by the owner and builder of the house.

Indoor fish pond with both tropical and desert plants all around, really like a jungle.

Pond and breakfast area.

Rooftop garden, patio with fire pit and views galore.

Rooftop garden.

The creek in front of the house. I am glad I got to be here.

I got to be here.

It was sacred, serene and beautiful. The land held me in place for many months. I had to be still in nature. I got to see Arizona in the summer and then also in the fall and winter and spring. What I remember most are the stars at night and the energy of the land, the many birds and the feeling of the mountain lion watching us. And can you believe it, angry people lived here.

Gardens.

There is nothing I love more than a beautiful garden.
There is nothing I want more, love more, need more or crave more.
The only place my soul is at peace.

Colorado view.

You know,
to animals
the whole world is their living room . . .

Animal encounters.

Every day on my birth - day I make sure that I get to spend time in nature in an intimate way, either by myself or with only one other special person. This started over a decade ago and has become my personal tradition. On my birth - day last I took off alone really early in the morning, fortunate to be on the country side in Arizona, in the green belt along Oak creek. I live right on the creek and the country road from my place cross the sometimes, especially in the summer from all the rain, raging creek.

At the crossing of dirt road and raging creek I went off the road and followed a path tightly along the shore of the creek. As I ventured into the shade of the huge trees I was startled by a huge owl that flew up from the ferns and foliage at my immediate left and crossed my path right in front of my face and flew up into a really big tree on my right and perched itself on a branch about twelve feet up. The owl was over a foot and a half tall. I was so startled that I just stood there and I also stood there absolutely still because I didn't want the owl to fly away.

So there I stood and looked at the owl and since I didn't know proper owl etiquette I didn't stare at it but looked away most of the time but then I didn't want to be rude either and was also so curious that I had to look at it some more. I was sure it would fly away but it didn't. After I noticed that the owl was not at all about to go anywhere, chillin' itself in these early morning hours, meditating perhaps, very calm and collected and tremendously peaceful, I continued my short trek along the creek, new to the area and sort of exploring, not knowing at the time there were mountain lions around.

When I returned, walking back on the trail the same way I had come, I came to the place where I had seen the giant owl and it was still sitting there in the same spot high up in a tree, completely visible. I walked by softly and slowly so that I wouldn't scare the owl away. (Why I thought an owl would even think of being scared of such a ridiculous creature as a human, I don't know.) I passed the tree where he sat and I turned and sat down on a boulder facing the tree and the owl.

There I sat and there he sat. I was looking at him and he was looking at me. I was still and he was still. I asked him telepathically, silently in my head, if he was sleeping or if he was awake and that if he was awake would he turn his head away so that I would know. Three seconds later, as if he first considered it, the owl slowly turned his head to its left and looked away into the distance. Way cool, I thought and asked him a few more questions. I think I asked him what I should do for my birth day among other things. I don't remember what the reply was but I know there was one, probably something like "be happy". We sat together for about 40 minutes and then being such a restless one I got up and walked home.

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In 2004 I spent my birthday in Altadena, California. I was staying in the hills, as high up as they had built a neighborhood. There was a hiking trail next to this neighborhood along a creek going straight up into the mountains. This creek was very narrow and trickling and was laid out into a very narrow valley between hill ranges on both sides of the creek. It was quiet, full of bugs, young trees and deep green foliage and it was heavenly. We called the place Ribbendale.

Very early in the morning on my birthday I was taking a walk by my self to and through this place along the creek. I had a bottle of water and snacks and even a walking stick but I had forgotten bug spray unfortunately. Oh, well. It was still good enough. It was a totally beautiful day; clear, blue sky full of crows and hawks circling in flight and both kinds chasing one another in the air. There were signs everywhere and I was feeling high and uplifted.

On my way back down the trail after quite a walk under the canopy of every kind of green and the early morning sun rays filtering through and making this corridor of nature like a beautifully dreamy room, I suddenly saw a lady deer standing right on the pathway in front of me gingerly grazing.

I stopped of course and squatted down so as not to frighten her, hoping to have a moment to observe her. I was about 15 feet away from her. She was completely unafraid even though she saw me and kept looking at me as she grazed.

I decided to get up on my feet after a while, being somewhat uncomfortable in my position, so I started to slowly raise myself up from squatting position and then heard a sudden noise in the foliage just to my left. A forceful blow out of air through the nostrils of another deer, her mate, as a strong warning sound for the lady deer to be aware that I was getting up, signaling danger. In less than half a second the lady deer had taken off like a bullet across the creek and didn't stop to look back at me until she was well up the hill. The trust she had for her mate's call was complete. She didn't stop to look around to see what was going on, just bolted in a flash. I was real impressed.

I never saw her mate, him being entirely cautious and on guard the whole time, hiding in the greens, where as she was so unafraid yet not curious of me, just not afraid. I walked down the path a little bit and sat down on something to look at the deer for a while. I talked to her softly and tried to see if she would not come closer again. She stayed her distance and never came closer again still perfectly heeding the advice of her mate, but she also didn't move away any further either. We stayed together like that for a while as I sang some songs to them very quietly and then I walked back home.

This is Sheeba.

This one is a great nature lover. She doesn't like to play, she doesn't care for toys, she doesn't ever kill any birds or mice, she doesn't scratch the furniture, she never has hair balls and she never throws up.

She loves only nature, sitting in the bushes or under the trees. She adores it when I water the garden, dig in the dirt, plant things or tend to potted plants.

She is a great healer and has taken great pain and grief from me in a moment. She is very shamanic in all her ways. She is a great protecter and a great fighter and tends very well to her wounds. She is a master walker and moves well in the shadow lands.

She takes me for walks after dark. She shows me the plant world. I love flowers and she relates to them. She has opened me to the plants and has showed me how to hear them. Now we go out at night and listen to the music of each plant and the orchestra that they make together.

Her name was Midnight but she has changed her name to Sheeba. She also comes if I call babygirl, Sheebagirl, Shmushy or Mushymushmush.