Fruit of thy womb

Children brought up under the Catholic regime could be forgiven for getting the impression that Jesus was the …

sweet, ripened ovary of a seed-bearing plant

aka a fruit.

I wonder just how many times this prayer has been chanted since it’s inception.

“Hail Mary, full of grace
The Lord is with thee
Blessed art thou among women …

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.”

We are gathered here today to pay a little attention to some of the more enduring plans/plants of nature.

While we have been fooled into thinking we can live without connection to nature, other generations routed their lives & meaning within it.  

Now we can’t remember the vastness of what we’ve lost.

Or even imagine that it matters.

Here’s a few possible reminders. 

Yggdrasil is an immense tree that is central in Norse cosmology; the world tree, and around the tree existed nine worlds

the giant ash tree that links and shelters all the worlds. Beneath the three roots the realms of Asgard, Jotunheim, and Niflheim are located.

The generally accepted meaning of Old Norse Yggdrasill is “Odin’s horse”. This conclusion is drawn on the basis that drasill means “horse” and Ygg(r) is one of Odin’s many names …

… [Another] interpretation … is that the name Yggdrasill refers to the word yggr (“terror”), yet not in reference to the Odinic name, but rather as Yggdrasill as the “tree of terror, gallows“.

In Egyptian mythology … the acacia tree  … [was] considered the “tree of life” … the “tree in which life and death are enclosed.”

In mythology, the first gods were born under the sacred acacia tree of the goddess Saosis, identified with Hathor, and Horus was also said to have emerged from it. The acacia of Heliopolis was a tree in which life and death was decided upon

Acacia is one of the main symbols of Freemasonry.

The Christmas tree, also known as a Yule tree, is a decorated evergreen coniferous tree, real or artificial, and a tradition associated with the celebration of Christmas.

The next summer the soil, fertilised by twenty thousand corpses, broke forth into millions of poppies. The traveller who, on the road … could hardly help fancying that the figurative prediction of the Hebrew prophet was literally accomplished, that the earth was disclosing her blood, and refusing to cover the slain.”

Poppies have long been used as a symbol of both sleep and death: sleep because of the opium extracted from them, and death because of the common blood-red color of the red poppy in particular. In Greek and Roman myths, poppies were used as offerings to the dead.  Poppies used as emblems on tombstones symbolize eternal sleep

This symbolism was evoked in the children’s novel The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, in which a magical poppy field threatened to make the protagonists to sleep forever.”

In Greek mythology, Hypnos was the god of sleep. He lived on the island of Lemnos in a dark cave surrounded by poppies.”

Few people – even anthropologists – comprehend how influential mushrooms have been in affecting the course of human evolution. Mushrooms have played pivotal roles in ancient Greece, India and Mesoamerica

…  True to their beguiling nature, fungi have always elicited deep emotional responses: from adulation by those who understand them to outright fear by those who do not.”

 wormwood = чорнобиль = ‘Ch O R N O B Y L’ (courtesy Aferrismoon)

Wormwood – “the bitterest of herbs …  Legend has it that this plant first sprang up on the impressions marking the serpent’s tail as he slithered his way out of Eden. According to folk beliefs, wormwood was reputed to deprive a man of his courage

in the Book of Revelation: “And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters; And the name of the star is called Wormwood: and the third part of the waters became wormwood; and many men died of the waters, because they were made bitter.”

In the Book of Genesis in the Bible, Adam and Eve clad themselves with fig leaves after eating the “forbidden fruit” from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. Likewise, fig leaves, or depictions of fig leaves, have long been used to cover the genitals of nude figures in painting and sculpture.

Buddha achieved enlightenment under the bodhi tree, a large and old sacred fig tree.”

Just a small taster to whet the appetite to a world I think we desperately need to remember.

April 27, 2011. Uncategorized. 22 comments.

The t of folly & the root of truth

History did a funny thing with the crucifix.

It turned it into a letter.

Or was it the other way round?

T … is the 20th letter in the basic modern Latin alphabet. It is the most commonly used consonant and the second most common letter in the English language.

There’s something funny about the letter ‘T‘.  Most of the time it acts like a perfectly ‘normal’ member of the alphabetical family …

… but,

it leads a double life

… creating a forking in the road that detours certain words down deceptive ‘routes’.

Men weep, and bewail their lot, and curse Cadmus with many curses for introducing Tau (T) into the family of letters; they say it was his body that tyrants took for a model, his shape that they imitated, when they set up structures on which men are crucified … Now, with all these crimes upon him, does he not deserve death, nay, many deaths? For my part I know none bad enough but that supplied by his own shape — that shape which he gave to the gibbet.

So let’s get back on track & take a deceptive root route.

Pick a planet, any planet will do 

Something most illuminating happens
to a planet
when you drop
the letter

Is it a bird?

Is it a super man?


… it’s a plane.

In esoteric cosmology, a plane … is conceived as a subtle state of consciousness that transcends the known physical universe.

The concept may be found in religious, and esoteric teachings – e.g. Vedanta (Advaita Vedanta), shamanism, Hermeticism, Neoplatonism, Gnosticism

… which propound the idea of a whole series of subtle planes or worlds or dimensions which, from a center, interpenetrate themselves and the physical planet in which we live, the solar systems, and all the physical structures of the universe.

Thus you may see why the ‘T’ was a necessary addition.

I mean if we’d had an inkling that a planet was actually a plane, we might have started imagining that the universe is dreamily interconnected.

Heck we might’ve realised that we could visit these planes …

… without the aid of a NASA probe.

Moving right along …

… we get to a word we have not been allowed to disremember.  I mean forget.

This word also falls under the cloak of t-ended spells.

Here at toolonginthisplace we wonder why the phrase “Lest we forget” was uploaded into war-scarred human memory, when it hailed from an ode to the British Empire (called ‘Recessional)’, by Poet Laureate (& masterly mason) Rudyard Kipling;

composed on the occasion of Queen Victoria’s Diamond Jubilee in 1897“.

God of our fathers, known of old—
Lord of our far-flung battle line—
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!.

Now what lies beneath is the Ode of Remembrance – take note of just where & how the addendumb is inserted;

They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.”

The line Lest we forget is often added to the end of the ode, which is repeated in response by those listening.

The Ode of Remembrance reads rather like a prayer n’est-ce pas?  So we wonder how on earth a ‘commandment” to re-member the British Empire got tacked on to the end of this ‘prayer’.

The words “Lest We Forget” form the refrain of “Recessional” … passed into common usage after World War I … linked with Remembrance Day observations …  often found as the only wording on war memorials.

Now have a lookandsee what happens when we drop the ‘T’ from forget;

forge (v.) 1610s, “make way, move ahead,” of unknown origin”  – ah so you’re saying that when we forge ahead, we create a way through – through our own force of will & determination.

Meanwhile back at the smithy, the nounforge‘ refers to a hearth – a place where metal is shaped …

… into the most magical of forms.

… into the most magical of forms.

forge (v.) … perhaps… via notion of steady hammering at something.

Why are we forged forced to remember this engineered barbaric sacrifice?  Lest we forge a world without war?

Alternatively, because answers are not the treasure we seek in this place, we can re-view the whole situation.  In French, the word est has two meanings;

1. “n. east” – thus L’est We Forget may be read  – ‘The East We Forget‘ – of possible interest when we note how relentlessly we are shepherded into the West.

2. “v. be; exist” – now we appear to have a statement that reads “To Be, We Forget

Aploogies, I’ve been digressing.

This is meant to be the introduction.  Just one last t’ended word, & we’ll be on our way.

Here is a plant.
Drop the ‘T‘ however &
you can come up with …


Plan noun  a specific project or definite purpose: plans for the future … a representation of a thing drawn on a plane, as a map

What follows is a snippet from a journey taken by Matthew Delooze under the guidance of the plan/plant ayahausca;

A plant is a tape recorder I was told.  I was looking at this image of a tape recorder & then suddenly whoosh another vision of two plants in pots suddenly appeared on the two reels of tape I was being shown.  The face told me that an organic plant can ‘record’ things better than any machine created by man …some organic plants are living recording machines …  I was shown another image of the same soldiers trying to destroy & burn certain plants but as they tried to do so the wind blew the roots, the leaves & indeed the very seeds of the plants to safe places … plants [can] store direct imagery from the past.

Now if a t‘-ended word might point to a camouflaged meaning, could a “topened” word also have a secret life?

Esoterically, the Tau (T) represents a gate or opening, symbolic death. In the Victorian magical Order of the Golden Dawn, the Tau was the “sign of the Enterer,” a posture that symbolized the opening path of the Kabbalistic tree of life.”

Let’s turn to the six hundred million dollar word
on everyone,
who’s anyone’s,


A quick etymological autopsy reveals;

truth  O.E. triewð (W.Saxon) …”faithfulness, quality of being true,” …  (see true).

Ok then, let’s see true.

true   O.E. … “faithful, trustworthy,” …  perhaps ultimately from PIE *dru- “tree,” on the notion of “steadfast as an oak.” … ” Sense of “consistent with fact” first recorded c.1200; that of “real, genuine, not counterfeit” is from late 14c.”

Well everything seems to be in order.

Previously, while toying with the concept of truth I thought I’d hit upon a grand idea – some word-play suggesting (to me), that truth might be bollocks.

Regardez les word-toys.

Is an idea the result of self mingling with god/goddess?

Is the act of creating concepts, the very act of creation/conception?

Who needs truth thought I, when our ideas & concepts have such god-like qualities. I was all revved up to drop a wordy-warhead  Plus … I’d dropped the letter ‘T‘ from the word True &  the more I looked …

… the more it seemed that there was way too much to rue about truth …

rue v.  to feel sorrow over;  repent of;  regret bitterly

 … That which has been labelled & bottled as true & swallowed by a waiting world …

… appears to have done so very much harm in this place we live.

All looked glum.

Until I came up for air & opened my eyes in the natural world.

you …

to Rue

a bitter herb that you don’t mess with.

The following has been gleaned from a variety of webfields across the internet, it may or may not be fully accurate, but paints us a telling picture;

Rue has thousands of years of history in many different cultures. Known as Herb of Grace, Blessed Herb, Herb of Repentance … it is considered a protective plant, and has long been used in medicine and magic … mentioned by writers from Pliny to Shakespeare and beyond, as an herb of remembrance, of warding and of healing. It was frequently planted by doorways to bring blessings to and protect against evil, and is one of the ingredients in the legendary Four Thieves Vinegar.”

In ancient medicine, the herb was a favored remedy as an antidote to poison and was seen as a magic herb by many cultures and as a protection against evil. It was used for nervous afflictions, digestive problems and hysterics … often used in spells of warding and protection in modern magic.”

Romans cultivated rue herb which they called it Mars’ herb, because it was used as a purifying agent for cleaning Iron (the metal of mars). They grew this herb around temples of Mars. It was also considered to be the Mars’ herb, because it can be as fierce as the god Mars. Its essential oil can be a very irritating agent and can easily cause burns and blisters on skin if applied.

Once believed to improve the eyesight and creativity, Michelangelo and Leonardo Da Vinci regularly ate the small, trefoil leaves to increase their own.”

“… the expression “rue the day” is said to come from the practice of throwing rue at an enemy while cursing him.

“… this herb is the only one that the Prophet Mohammed blessed.”

The legend of rue lives on in playing cards, where the symbol for the suit of clubs is said to be modeled on a leaf of rue.”

In mythology, the basilisk, whose breath could cause plants to wilt and stones to crack, had no effect on rue. Weasels who were bitten by the basilisk would retreat and eat rue in order to recover and return to fight.

Herb of grace was also used during exorcisms.”

Rue is also mentioned as a helpful plant for funerals, and for honoring our past ancestors.”

So let’s suggest that Rue is a plant worthy of re-membering.

Remember we found it tucked away behind the ‘T‘ in the word true.

Remember that that word True is the parent of the wholly profitable word – ‘truth‘.

And let me remind you of a biblical phrase you will already know, because it’s been hot-iron-branded into your psych-key

and ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free.”  John 8:32

We came to this plant Rue, via the airest, fairiest method possible – simple wordplay – suggesting that there may be a reason why it appears in the word true.  Look here at what showed itself after this speculation;

The name rue comes from the Greek rhute or reuo meaning to “set free“.

The words herb & verb are so very close are they not?  Is there something in rue that could help set us free?

The whole orientation of the plant is upward. The stalks seem to try to reach the sky … One of the most striking features of this plant is indeed the strong, aromatic, bitter or acrid scent, but once you get used to it, it can be very soothing and comforting … By analyzing the medicinal uses and risks of rue, one aspect became very clear to me: the same energy that protects and cures can also kill you – it depends only on the amount you use … The extremely sharp and rather bitter odor of the leaves makes me wonder whether this is the part of the signature that refers to the high protection level offered by this plant, as a means of keeping negative astral energies away.

I also feel like Rue is powerfully transformative … It’s planetary alliances are of the South, Mars and Fire. All being elements of transformation and Karmic forces. It’s spirit is dramatic yet with consistency and grace

Rue is a bitter, bitter herb that is highly toxic in large doses.  It will abort babies.  ‘Shakespeare’ would have been well aware of this when he impregnated Ophelia & then sent her herb-picking;

There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray you love, remember … the only herb she intends for herself is rue: “… there’s rue for you, and here’s some for me; we may call it herb of grace o’Sundays; O, you must wear your rue with a difference.” The symbolic meaning of rue is, of course, regret … but the symbolic meaning is not the only one. The herb rue (ruta graveolens, aka Herb-of-Grace) is a powerful abortifacient (i.e. substance that induces abortion).”

Now I’m quite sure that English is a highly potent al-chemical language – an industrial-strength concoction that we misuse on a daily basis.  I also have no doubt that much information & knowledge is stored within it, but it does not seem that it was ever intended for the plebs (that’s you & me in case you were wondering).

Nevertheless we may yet make like the humblest of garden birds, & pick & peck our way through it – finding tidbits that make for a damn fine meal.

Try this on for size.

What if the word true tells us more in its four letter life, than all the books printed in all the world on the subject of truth?

What if we are being told that truth is a bitter compound – highly toxic in large doses?

That it is:

  • As fierce as the god Mars
  • Aborts life when abused
  • Improves our sight or the way we see
  • Curses our enemies
  • Is very irritating (i.e. burns & blisters)
  • Wards & protects
  • Is an antidote to poison
  • Bestows grace
  • Grants the gift of repentance
  • Protects against evil
  • Can be used for exorcism
  • Honours our ancestors

How would you approach truth if you knew that it was so so fierce that it would blister & burn if abused?

What if the crafters of the English language understood truth so very well indeed?  Understood that excessive use leads to abortion – killing that which you thought you were cultivating & protecting?

Would you ingest daily?  Call for it hourly in your news reports?

But then is that ‘truth’ or is it fact? (“fact  1530s, “action,” especially “evil deed,” from L. factum “event, occurrence”.“)

What I’m suggesting here is that there has been a coded truth to truth, hidden under our very noses, that we couldn’t see,

& it is this;

Truth has a biological nature.

We may lichen it to an extremely potent & bitter plant that once ingested CHANGES our very being right down to our DNA bootstraps – we cannot remain the same person.  I believe this is the nature of truth, the  purpose of truth – a truly personal experience of universal magnitude – only when we can allow change inside can the outer world change with us.

What is now labelled truth in the outer world is information …

a kind of laboratory-manufactured version of truth – can you show me its biological nature?

Let’s return to the natural world where truth has the power to heal or kill.

This is Harmal
(now that’s a name you shouldn’t mess with)

Harmal is otherwise known as Syrian Rue & it is a plant of truth.  It has found its way into the Western World & like pretty much anything that gets here – it is gobbled up.

Harmal has been used as an entheogen in the Middle East, and in modern Western culture, it is often used as an analogue of Banisteriopsis caapi to create an ad hoc Ayahuasca … Some scholars identify Harmal with the entheogenic haoma of pre-Zoroastrian Persian religions.”

That’s what the Western World does – it gobbles.  Denied any sacred connection to the earth, we have become a gobbling machine.  We are desperately in need of truth, but all we know how to do is gobble.  If the student isn’t ready I wonder what kind of teacher will appear?

The Koran states, “Every root, every leaf of harmel, is watched over by an angel who waits for a person to come in search of healing

A site on flower essences suggests the potential healing to the soul by the soul essence of Syrian Rue;

 “An energetic “truth serum”, Syrian Rue is for all issues of lying, being lied to, betrayal, telling the truth, and trustworthiness. It helps us know and trust in our own truth, regardless of external pressures.”

But again we in the West do not know how to approach nature in order to request help & healing.  These plants that should be our friends & teachers are raped harvested without respect or gratitude.  We use them instead of creating an exchange with them.

If it seems too far-fetched to think that plants may hold our future within them, think again. We were told all about this right from day one.

What history-cally (& literarily) speaking brought this whole situation about?

A tree.
And the knowledge that was held within that tree.

A plant is a tape recorder I was told … The face told me that an organic plant can‘record’ things better than any machine created by man …some organic plants are living recording machines …  I was shown another image of the same soldiers trying to destroy & burn certain plants but as they tried to do so the wind blew the roots, the leaves & indeed the very seeds of the plants to safe places … plants [can] store direct imagery from the past.”

At the base of a tree or plant lie its roots – hmmm … let’s just re-spell that shall we?  rue-t.

Now look here at what the Western World & it’s off-cut, the truth movement, lust over – Proof – hmmm … let’s just re-spell that shall we?  pRUEf.

Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind” – Rudyard Kipling

I have a theory – just at this moment – it may change tomorrow.  This theory is that one way to recognise ‘truth’ is that it will not make sense.

I have been seeing a therapist for the past month – attempting to heal/transform shackling experiences – one thing is so very clear & so very perplexing – my ‘truth’ makes no sense – that which I am now viewing is like a garden overrun with never-before-discovered species of unbelievable weirdness.  Yet what I speak about is my truth & it is most assuredly a biological experience.  Should I discover dun-dun-dun …. who killed JFK, not one cell in my body will transform.  If I speak of felt, but previously unknowable experiences to one who hears, I am changed.

Emotions are in two realms.  They’re in the realm of the physical, the molecular, the material, and they’re also in the realm of the spiritual.  It’s almost like [they are] the transition element …. that’s why they’re so critically important.” (Candace Pert)

“our emotions and feelings function not only in the physical realm, but also in a realm that often eludes rational understanding.”

Truth MUST include our emotions – that is intrinsic to its biological nature – it is life because it changes life.

Information & fact allow us to manoeuvre in this world, but cannot feed the soul.

This metaphysics that emphasises the perception of patterns is basic to Chinese thinking.  It reults in part from Taoism, which altogether lacks the idea of a creator, & whose concern is insight into the web of phenomena, not the weaver. For the Chinese, the web has no weaver, no creator; in the West the final concern is always the creator or cause & the phenomena is merely it’s reflection.  The Western mind seeks to discover & encounter what is beyond, behind, or the cause of phenomena. In the Chinese view, the truth of things is immanent; in the Western world, truth is transcendent.  Knowledge, within the Chinese framework, consists in the accurate perception of the inner movement of the web of phenomena.  The desire for knowledge is the desire to understand the interrelationships or patterns within that web, & to become attuned to the unseen dynamic.” (from The Web that has no Weaver)

I finish with this plant teacher because it had a lot to do with why I wrote this article – it came out of nowhere & yelled for attention with amazing synchronicities – therefore I feel it belongs here & may speak to some.

It is for those who seek & yet fear, ‘truth’.

This is Cerato

The only cultivated plant used in the Bach system, Cerato is a flowering shrub from the Himalayas

People in need of this Essence lack neither intelligence nor insight. What they’re missing is self trust. Instead of responding to the promptings of their intuitive inner voice they fall back on on habit, reason, and popular beliefs. They constantly gather knowledge, but rarely assimilate it

helps such persons to translate their already considerable spiritual abilities into active decision-making. This process requires that other spiritual beings have less influence, prompting the soul to develop independent judgment.”

April 20, 2011. Uncategorized. 30 comments.

More to follow …

All the knowledge in the great tradition is intrinsically connected.”   (Mystery of the White Lions)

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Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.”    (Rudyard Kipling)

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April 16, 2011. Uncategorized. 2 comments.

Lions of longitude

All knowledge in the world is connected. It is all from one great source.  There is nothing that the ancient Egyptians knew that we do not know.” Credo Mutwa

I never got round to writing Part III of the Master of the Sea series.  It was there in mind, but my attention got caught by a crosswind & we sailed down a different stream.

I can’t say that this post is ‘it’, but what follows was seeded there …

& is gleaned now.

In Parts I & II of the Master of the Sea sea-ries, we followed the trail of a murdered man, who was also New Zealand’s second most famous son.

(Sir) Peter Blake was a yachtsman most extraordinary – rounding the world, sailing the seventy seas & hauling the America’s Cup off to this corner of the Underworld.

Sadly perhaps, the reason I paid attention to him, was because of where he died – shot by pirates, while perched directly upon the equator (& in the mouth of the Amazon River), aboard his ship, Seamaster.

I didn’t take in the location of Macapá, Brazil at the time – but then again I didn’t question or write back then, so it would have made no difference.

But now?

Well you can die anywhere – but it does takes a bit of doing to get the aim so errrr … precise.

The city lies exactly on the Equator, at 0° N, and hosts a monument to this, known as Marco Zero (“Zero Mark”).

Macapá’s nickname is: “A Capital do Meio do Mundo” or “The Capital of the Middle of the World

… quite fantastical then that a Master of the Seas should sail to the Middle of the World from Middle Earth (formerly known as NZ).

A master & commander of the sea done to death upon the equator may be a lot more omen-ous than you would think … for the Equator equates to great superstition among sailing folk.

The ceremony of Crossing the Line is an initiation rite in the Royal Navy, U.S. Navy, U.S. Marine Corps, and other navies that commemorates a sailor’s first crossing of the Equator … Sailors who have already crossed the Equator are …  often referred to as Sons of Neptune

In the 19th century and earlier, the line-crossing ceremony was quite a brutal event, often involving beating … and sometimes throwing the victims over the side of the ship, dragging … in the surf … In more than one instance, sailors were reported to have been killed.”

Know ye, that ……………….. on the ….. day of ….. , aboard ………….. appeared at the equator at Latitude …..° , Longitude …..° entering into Our Royal Domain, and having been inspected and found worthy by My Royal Staff and was initiated into the Solemn Mysteries of the Ancient Order of the Deep. (Signed) Davey Jones — His Royal Scribe, Neptunus Rex — Ruler of the Raging Main.”
(certificate issued on a United States Navy ship during the 1960s) wiki

So let’s take a look at the equator.

In what might seem to be a contradictory pair of facts, the parts of the Earth that lie on the equator mark both the area with the world’s greatest concentration of natural biodiversity and also human poverty”

Almost half the world’s rainforests are concentrated on the equator in just three countries … Brazil, Congo and Indonesia.”

Biodiversity tends to increase as one approaches the equator.

Why species originate more readily near the equator is far from being entirely clear

We found that there was double the molecular change in the tropical species,”

Evolution Occurs Faster at the Equator

A census of all the plants and animals around the world would reveal that species richness is uneven: it is highest in the tropics, the regions of Earth near the equator, and lower the closer one goes toward the planet’s poles.”

The Sun traverses directly over the equator twice each year, on the spring and vernal equinoxes…. Locations along the equator experience the fastest rates of sunrise and sunset on the planet

In the equatorial forests the aspect is the same or nearly so every day in the year: budding, flowering, fruiting, and leaf-shedding are always going on in one species or other. It is never either spring, summer, or autumn, but each day is a combination of all three. With the day and night always of equal length, the atmospheric disturbances of each day neutralising themselves before each succeeding morn: with the sun in its course proceeding midway across the sky, and the daily temperature almost the same throughout the year–how grand in its perfect equilibrium and simplicity is the march of Nature under the equator!

What we can see is that the earth has a wondrous belt about her swollen belly.

belt (n.) O.E. belt …  from L. balteus “girdle, sword belt”.”

girdle (n.) O.E. gyrdel “belt, sash, cord about the waist,” … related to O.E. gyrdan “to gird” (see gird)”

Ok so let’s see gird.

gird (v.) O.E. gyrdan “put a belt or girdle around; encircle, surround; invest with attributes.”

So now we ask;

“Is’t possible that a belt-slash-girdle could bestow attributes-slash-power?

In literature, girdles are often portrayed as magical, giving power and strength if worn by men, and protection if worn by women. Several scriptures in the Bible make use of the girdle as a symbol for readiness and preparation. Ishtar, a Babylonian Goddess, wore a fertility girdle, which, when it was removed, rendered the Universe barren. Hercules wrestled with the Amazon queen for her girdle in his Greek myth. Aphrodite, or Venus in Roman mythology, also wore girdles associated with lechery in later poetry.

Odysseus wears a girdle which allows him to swim for three days straight, and a girdle worn by Thor doubles his strength.

Later on, for women, the girdle became a sign of virginity, and was often considered to have magical properties. Monsters and all types of evil are recorded as being subdued by girdles in literature, a famous one being the dragon slain by Saint George. Marriage ceremonies continued this tradition of girdles symbolizing virginity by having the husband take the wife’s girdle, and prostitutes were forbidden to wear them by law in historic France. Often in literature, women are portrayed as safe from sexual or other attack when wearing a girdle, but suddenly vulnerable if it is missing or stolen.” (wiki)

Now a belt is no flipping good …

without a meeting of binds

thus it would seam …

… that a closed circuit must be created,

… for the power to flow.

So let’s go back to the real world – where might we find the clasp in the girdle of the earth?

A great river flows under the African continent, a river that is said to lead both into the future as well as the past.” Credo Mutwa

In the Mystery of the White Lions, author Linda Tucker makes an excellent case for a seam in our world – this seam, which she equates to the Nilotic Meridian, zips through the continent of Africa around the at 31 degrees east longitudinal mark. (The following text (in brown) all comes from the Mystery of the White Lions).

A joinery through powerful in-sites

One of the interesting factors about the Nilotic Meridian is that is defines the centre of the earth’s landmass … the geographical epicentre … it seemed to me that not only did [it] hold the continent of Africa together, but it represented a seam holding the earth’s landmasses together.

For me the most amazing threads that Linda Tucker t(r)acked together were the broken lines lions of Africa …

… when man & beast got a- frayed of each other.

Both the Egyptian & African traditions converge on one conclusion: the Nilotic Meridian is sacred beyond comparison because it represents the beginning of time when lion gods walked among men.”

If you follow the Nilotic Meridian in a southerly direction you will eventually reach Timbavati in South Africa – the birthing place of one of the most amazing creatures on earth – the white lions.

If you wish you can stop your journey here & turn to science – they will tell you that the white lions are simply a genetic mutation & it’s quite all right to hunt them to extinction ….

“… economic demand produces all sorts of interesting abundance.  Who would ever imagine that someone would invest the serious money needed to produce a breeding population of white lions.” (from a hunting site).

… or perhaps you might like to marvel at the extraordinary ahem … coincidence of how blue or green-eyed, white-coated lions miraculously appeared upon the very same meridian that has for centuries, housed an un-maned lion.

Eyes open please.  Would the ancients really have carved such a wee head on such a grand body?

Or was the Sphinx a tardy interloper?

First appearing at Timbavati, on the Nilotic Meridian – also known by the ancient Egyptian Priests as Zep Tepi – Line of First Time, these sacred animals were originally hunted out of their natural existence

Are we saying there is some kind of  “power line” linking Timbavati to Giza?”
Yes ma’am, yes
(from conversation between Linda Tucker & Zulu shaman, Credo Mutwa

If you followed my Mil-Lion series then you will recall, or you may already know, the mathematical equation I’m about to symbolically make up.

lion = sun = gold

I knew from world mythology, that gold is equated with lions – just as lions are identified with gold, the so-called ‘lion of metals.”


For some reason gold-smelting sites seem to cluster around the Nilotic Meridian

Gold is an “entity“, he explained

“... gold’s natural existence in the bowels of our planet is essential to life on earth.  Most specifically, it controls the existence & flow & purification of fresh water … (rather than gravity as we understand it) … gold is not simply a physical metal but a spiritual metal with a profound metaphysical purpose.

By mining gold … human beings are enslaved to forces of which they are not even aware.”

At the level of highest priesthood, ‘gold’ & sacred knowledge are one & the same (the one being the spiritual form of the other) …

I loved the Mystery of the White Lions, I didn’t feel the need to agree with the hypothesis that the book ends with, but by god I admire this woman & I honour her path into lion shamanism.  She is doing what only the sanest of people do – integrating the ‘real’ world into the deepest knowledge of nature & using that to protect her beloved lions.

The real art of shamanism is the respectful exchange between two species

So what are we doing here today you ask?

Well we’re going to look at something else that lies upon this ‘seam’ in the world … & wonder.

However a few bonus points before we move onward & up.

Just above South Africa, the Nilotic Meridian runs through Zimbabwe (formerly known as Rhodesia – “Rhodes = Roses’ for would-be-rose-knowers).

The name Zimbabwe is very telling;

According to Mutwa … the hidden meaning of the word revolves around the core word: Zim meaning ‘gold’ and Zimba meaning lion

…  Even today Zimba means ‘lion’ in African languages …

Another point of interest to those of the errr …. more creative mind is the following word-view of the Nilotic Meridian;

Nile =

You told me that the present course of the Nile is man-made, not nature-made?”
“That is what is said ma’am

Line =

The legendary underground river … which Mutwa says ‘holds the continent of Africa together‘, is associated with water energy, with a subterranean vein of gold, as well as with a mystifying notion of a shower of stars beneath the earth’s crust approximating the ‘spinal fluid’ of the Milky Way  … was the Nile redirected into an earth-star alignment so as to cover an even greater subterranean current …?”



So now it comes time to head north.

If we follow the line/lion of the Nile northward, we cross sea & land until we come  to an abrupt & once-explosive, halt …

… for lioning very close to this route, lies the site of the once-worst nuclear ‘accident’ in history –

26 April, 1986

On April 26, 1986, the operating crew planned to test whether the Reactor No. 4 turbines could produce enough energy to keep the coolant pumps running until the emergency diesel generator was activated in case of an external power loss. During the test, power surged unexpectedly, causing an explosion and driving temperatures in the reactor to more than 2,000 degrees Celsius—melting the fuel rods, igniting the reactor’s graphite covering, and releasing a cloud of radiation into the atmosphere.  The precise causes of the accident are still uncertain

A northerly extending of the seam of Africa

Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant
Location:  Ukraine
Coordinates: 51°23′22.39″N 30°05′56.93″E

Great Sphinx of Giza
Location: Egypt
Coordinates: 29°58′31″N 31°08′16″E

Timbavati Game Reserve
Location: Limpopo South Africa
Coordinates: 23°15′00″S 31°22′00″E

Note the harmonising latitudinal coordinates of Chernobyl & Timbavati – 51°23 / 23°15

… Meanwhile back at the Oz-ka Ranch (one month & one day earlier)

March 25, 1986 – The 58th Academy Awards are held in Los Angeles, California, with Out of Africa winning Best Picture”  but wait there’s more … “The film won seven Academy Awards.”

This movie closes with these lions lines no lions ummm … oh bugger it  – “The Maasai have reported … that many times, at sunrise and sunset, they have seen lions on Finch-Hatton’s grave” in the Hills” – the Finch with the hat on being played by none other than the liver-eating Redford.

So we wonder – “on 26th April 1986, was a line/lion out of Africa switched on or off at Chernobyl?”

Was there a reason for a  nuclear power plant to be so closely a-lioned to the Nilotic Meridian?

Was there a reason that THAT particular power plant burst out of life?

There’s good reason to wonder I think.

Let’s return to the white lions of Timbavati – they have a strangely strange history – their story has been passed down word for word through generations upon generation;

“The name Timbavati really is Timba-vaati”. Timba: “to come down (like a bird)”, vaati: “to the ground”… The place where something came down … An elder told her that a strange light was coming out of the skies.  A star was falling to the earth.  A very great star … came down with incredible slowness … there was a great halo of bluish light where the thing had come down … For a long time they stood there, squinting into the glare of the strange star lying on the ground.”

The story continues with Queen Numbi, queen of the empire disappearing with the ‘star’ when it leaves.

Then it was observed, many years after Numbi’s disappearance … all animals that stayed within that area where the mysterious object had settled … were giving birth to snow-white offspring.

It is said that at one time people saw many white leopards at Timbavati.  The people saw herds of antelope, impala, eland which were snow-white with blue eyes … some impala & elands had strange malformations involving their hooves & horns.  And a pride of lions also moved into the area where the strange star had come down from the sky & …

… they too started giving birth to white offspring with blue eyes.”

While the other white animals disappeared;

the sacred White Lions were born again & again in that place.”

I feel , the suggestion of radiation effects upon the animals of Timbavati is just too interesting to dismiss.  However, unlike the toxic by-products emitted from the northerly end of the lion-line, the Timbavati animals appeared to thrive & survive.

We are so used to looking at this world from a broken viewpoint, that it’s very hard to allow the possibility that a vital energy charges the Nilotic Meridian & that it’s somehow tied to animals rather than all-conquering humans.

Perhaps humanity simply could not hold that kind of energy at that time?

This meridian certainly seams to connect to other worlds we’re too blinded to see.

The reason I decided to go ahead & write this post, was because of the all-new-super-size-me version of Chernobyl, currently screening in Japan.  I don’t follow the news so I’m really not sure what’s going on, except that it seems to be a source of great fearing.  One glaring anomaly does stand out above all others – the unbelievable amount of times this little country has been pounded by atom-izers …

…  Although this article is not about Japan, I suspect a formidable  lion energy exists within that country & has something to do with past events.

Anyway because of my interest in the seaming Chernobyl-Timbavati line-connections I was curious about the meridian upon which the Fukushima nuclear site was laid.

At first glance I could see nothing. And when I flipped the world over, there seemed to be even more nothing;

The 140th meridian east forms a great circle with the 40th meridian west”  – (for the directionally challenged – Japan is up there near the ‘P’ of Pacific Ocean)

Until a name stood out on the westerly side.

Starting at the North Pole and heading south to the South Pole, the 40th meridian west passes through:


It was Bahia that did it for me.

Though it might not have done it for you.

I’m rather familiar with Bahia, Brazil because the honest-hearted, grisly-tempered shaman …

… Matthew Delooze has taken me there (virtually) on each of his ayahuasca journeys.  Though I don’t take drugs, I used to think that ayahuasca was one exception I might make – yet somehow reading each experience of Matt’s was like taking it without the nasty side effects – his tales always stirred something in me. I certainly got the impression that during his joinery’s with ayahuasca, he carried out hugely significant ‘work’.

The whole crazy museum was quivering. ‘This was no cowboy job’ I thought. The bettering ram was in no way made of cardboard & only held up with a few carpet tacks like the paintings were. This was the work of skilled craftsmen. The battering ram was made of planet earth and the rope was made from the blood, sweat & tears of the enslaved masses whose spirits sought freedom.”

What interests me now is to find that this ‘work’ was undertaken upon the same meridian that adjoins Fukushima’s melting nuclear power plant.

It seemed to me that here again we had a meridian with other-worldly connections, being subjected to this-worldly radiation of the most toxic kind.

Of course there is always the possibility that Chernobyl-fear has been overlaid on Fukushima to create a BP Oil-type scenario of fantasy proportions – truth & what the media tells us can be very different animals indeed, though fear always smells the same.

One final thought that could have been part of my Liver articles.

But wasn’t.

You  may recall the suggestion that South America might be the liver of the world, with the US as her stomach (Easter Island is already known as the navel).

Well there was one other continent I had my eye on.  I had my eye on it a long time ago & even named it without any further thought – in case your mouse was too fatigued to click that link, it was entitled;

The White Heart of the World

The liver & heart have always been very close to each other.


Let’s wonder a little about the possibility that …

… Antarctica is the heart of the world


EVERY longitudinal meridian plugs into her.

And while the north pole is ice …


… Antarctica is a huge mass of land.


We’re told that a massive hole in the ozone layer exists above Antarctica & we’re instructed to be a-feared of it.

But what if something else is afoot?  What if the heart of the earth is warming up & melting the sky?

What if man & woman finally have a chance to de-frost their own hearts?

Could this be why there is such a massive push to keep the bulk of humanity frozen-stiff on their sofas & iced to their tv sets, news-popery & fake truthery.

What if the white lions are both sign & symbol that this heart is beating again?

Here is a link to one of Matt Deloozes ‘journeys’ in Bahia – it was nabbed by a site that delights in advertising, but all other articles have disappeared from the net.  It starts with an amazing dream/nightmare  – even if you don’t read his journey, the dream might have an unexpected impact on you.

9th April:  A waking giant?

Lion Rock at Piha in Auckland

April 6, 2011. Uncategorized. 27 comments.

Holy days

A new posting will be appearing here soon.

In the meantime here are some pics of a most healing trip my sister & I made to Rotorua & Taupo (middle of the North Island of NZ) this weekend

Gull-liver travels

holey hell

fire & water

bejeweled streamery

shades of green

clay waves

reigning orangery

unearthly greenery

muddy spittering

a wondrous find

a garden of earthy delights

stirring memories of bush walks




fruits of Eden

hills of pre-history





strange new friends

going home

April 3, 2011. Uncategorized. 3 comments.