It has never worried or irked me that all people's use herb lore, share herb lore, or tarot, the Jesus, crystal lore etc. I have always acknowledged a lineage of thought line, whether learned, DNA or accessed through spirit.

I have been fasting, turning off monkey mind and have found some interesting starting points, around my journeys through many cultures.

If those seeds of Mauri had not of been planted so many years ago, if those seeds of Lakota, Sioux, had not been planted, if those exercises of Tibet and India had not come together, with the original people's of Cairns, who gave me emu totem, without my European genealogy, I would not of walked the Vietnamese killing fields or been in Cambodia, clearing water ways and releasing confused and hurt children and I would not of recognised the place and time of prophecy.

I would not of had the songs to sing whilst walking the tree of life. I would not of known the rhythm to which my feet and stick should walk the Broad Highway of Dream World and this, united.

I guess this is the colonial danger of a woman of the Love All Tribe. Seeing the necessary boundaries of culture, knowing the mission is to love All people's. Greater, to see each child raised as treasure, knowing their connection to Earth, to Air, to Fire, to the Water, that is life and the Spirit that runs through them All.

Respect for all tribes is the Emu totem.

How I wanted them to be Cassowary eggs, upon my face. Rather close minded and stubborn than, hiding my head in the sand (yes an Ostrich, that's how little I knew). Emu sounded so plain, so boring, Cassowary were so beautiful, deadly.

Little did I know, that the Cassowary is an emu that has given away its bright plumage and overt aggression.

That the Emu flies the night sky, with its feet never leaving the ground.

I joked the paintings were Cassowary eggs and they were hatching on opening my mind. They were and they did. A long time was spent in heart, trying to get that head to expand in equal dimensions, transmuting a lot of fear. How could we do this? Be so presumptuous to believe that every life, from stone to person is sacred. That everything has a story. Everything.

So, not eggs but eyes, it took me a long time to see.
Respect for all tribes, stone tribes, air tribes, people tribes, respect.

If someone breaks your protocol, assume they come from a place of not knowing your ways. Correct, teach, allow that they have their ways too. Songs are made to be shared.
Unique parts of the whole make beautiful harmonies when singing together.

When I look around and see prophecy in action, and am asked, what did you do? I will say I grew a garden, of seed heirloom and those to be.

And I would say, if you want to feed Others, then you must have a garden too.

In peace, strength and love

 P.S.
Am still feeling in and around Ariki Pa, Starlore 2020. My head is still in the place of Other. (Probably a good time to come in for a reading ;) )
I made ceremony with Emu, came back and was gifted with,
"It is ok, just as you do not understand others ways, they do not understand yours. The important thing is to remain open and come from that place of love. Some things are universal. The stone people  know."
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Much love,
​Juhl xx

​Divination I drew

A sign of things to start, yes, little did I realise how difficult things would get, as what I can only perceive as weather tech, came into battle with Will. I decided to use every hour of the grimoire bits I had, that I could, on rethinking "fire putting out" tech. 

I also watered the garden after every journey, ostensibly being a fireman and putting out fires. 
Chaos rocks the LARP
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Jan 22 
Intuitively changed Facebook pic and profile ​

Posted. 
A rain intention is happening for Australia at 3:30 pm New Zealand time. 
Huon Valley in particular is in flames. 
Please pray for the beings of land and place. ​

Jan 28 Postings 

Tweet 
Went on the journey horrified to find out we were being defeated by HAARP 

Facebook 
Thank you to those who are helping with the bush fires in Tasmania. 
I had not realised when I asked, that there would be two harp stations directing our efforts away. 
I sat and watched the beams on the weather satellite last night. I was gutted. I'm so sorry to of had your time and energy wasted. 
But I do thank you for trying. 
Now to find another way. 
In peace, strength and love. 
 
Juhl is upset. All that prayer and energy on cooling and watering Tassie. The satellites are clearly showing harp beams, pushing cloud and rain away. Time for a rethink. Just as well I love puzzles. 
 
By now Townsville was in Big Trouble

Jan 28 
Posting 
Day of Mars hour of the Moon, Down Under. In 3.33 hours it shall be the hour of Mars. Time to Ask For Aid. St Agatha is still on spot fire duty, maniacally cackling with each one she pounces on, gee she hates fire, Who is left?  

A journeying I went. 

On the 30th the journey was answered by Austin Coppock and Gordon White. 


Jan 29 Facebook posted 

I have been working most of the night, in stealth dragon mode. (I poisoned myself here trying to work out how to take out a HAARP station energetically).
 
Posted 
At that stage. I must trust what I and others have done to be efficacious. I swear I feel rain in Tasmania. Love to All and to All a good night. 
 
There were always light touches of Misty fairy rain in Tasmania, just not enough for a good dampening down. 
The wind and temperature however were being held in check. Lol I’m sure a lot of cold air was imported from the States and England. 

Jan 30 
Watched Gordon’s show, two answers to both of my issues. I hadn’t been able to Get On Country, as I hadn’t been invited. So, I turned up before the local dead and opened my heart before them. They knew I was ‘staying with the troubles’ and allowed me in, once I had sung the fire song to Others. 
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The second, of Aid, was answered by a name I can say but cannot spell, in a mass meditation, meeting a dragon, of different appearance to me, but who also disliked forest fires, to the point of anger.  ​

Feb 3 

By here the mass intention and women’s work or crafts were well under way. Kaitlin Coppock had water on maps. (Remember the first journey pic, the women being drawn in). Longed worked with beings from other lands were being asked advice and granting aid. It was extremely exciting to be among, watching Magick come alive.

My lighter wouldn't work, so I had to use pieces of paper off the element on the stove, ostensibly to light my candle, which kept going out at the door of the "office". Each piece of paper, became the forest fire, put out in the sink with ooddles of tap rain.  

Finally, after much love, effort, healing and new tech the rain arrived in Tasmania, and a 1000 year forest was given an break.  Perhaps even another lease on life, if lease is what it is. A lesson of old, existing among and alongside the young, each working to fulfill each others needs. unique parts creating a whole. Beautiful.

The effort was massive the coordination and variety of crafts on show amazing. When the Magickal community can come together and work things out, I see nothing but hope. 

An example, I got frustrated, upon reading the advice of another, I refused my beings offerings. Terrified also, as I did not have the promised offering to pay, for if it rained. I checked the lotto tickets and they paid for their own Rum! Now they are in the lap of luxury.  The dead definitely came to be.

St Agatha, was remembered by more people than ever, within the online communities I play in, which has really been hard going. I guess there is something about a sexually abused Saint, a female at that, that don’t float some boats. Get over it.  And thank you to those who saw her.

And about that new tech. 

Here is the clue, the elements are not just containers, they are pathways. 

I have had a play, thought I got one fire out, it sprang back to life, an hour later (which is another clue). I am missing an anchoring piece.  

 Final word, there are no 'secure' pathways. If you are working on behalf of Earth and her beings, consider every avenue infiltrated, by either dark beings, or AI, both on and off line. As such it makes no difference where or when you post. The only thing that makes a difference is getting off our butts, getting involved and actually 'doing' the work, you 'thought.. How much easier this would have been if the Beaming stations wanted Townsville dry and Tasmania wet? 

Keep the big in mind, but the Devil is in the details.

In peace, strength and love 
​
Juhl xx 

I have communed with some wonderful people this week, I have prayed for people past and intentioned for a more peaceful world with a higher standard of behaviour and I have of course received the bill for it.
 
A wise man once said “they only give you bills because, 'they' know you can pay them”. Not knowing how they are to be paid is half the fun. There were a couple of times this week, I have not hit the wall, so much a been under it when it fell. We are not even into a week past the disseminating moon. MMm Broadcast! Appropriate  possibly,  for the week that has flown past my News Feeds. I am, however smokng less, without thinking about it. Thank you Champix, the dreams are an extraordinary side effect. No I’m not going to bore you with mine. Instead I’m going to bore you with a touch of synchronious cycles as repeated over time and peoples responses to it like “Get a Lawyer”.

Here Tom gives some great tips on Saturn as it touches the varying planets and their Archetypes, over the next wee while. 

Remember, planets are huge things. They are Ancestors holding the stories of Eons. Planets are touching your bubble somewhere, until you navigate your own way beyond them. Nobody should stand between you, and your connection to whatever your definition of Universal energy is. There are many ways to help you become more in touch with you, astrology is but one. Tarot is part of mine.
 
So, who are 'they'? I call them, 'industries of death’, to others, I think corporation, is the word. One of my big eyeopeners? A piece of me, was Used, Copied, and artificially constructed into 'the system'. Pretty soon you won’t be able to hear where I end, and the AI starts. Mmm that Artificial I.

I was working for Mitel Telecommunications, (somebody knows the year),  Tone Borren was the front man in charge. I guess this must of been in the “80’s. Good service may have been hard to find, good acid was not. I was on reception, under Dorothy.

I loved Dorothy, she was small, petite and always a lady. I think. she was also good at her job, I’m not sure she had the respect of some of the other office workers. I admired her. Now this was my second job in Wellington, the first one had been for Ruskin engineering. A real con or something job. Another time.
 
Mitel, were the company who had the training budget. At this stage companies were still outsourcing training to other companies. I was on one of the first ‘Word’ Processing courses in Wellington for e.g. But I was hired by Mitel as a receptionist. Someone threw typing in for good measure, I would never put typing within my resume.
 
Reception always has a special place in my heart. It is not just the soothing voice over the phone, as another breaths fire, because they need answers now! It is the eye contact, the slight smile, the please… and the understanding that the person in your face is worth two on the phone. And yes, that was an economics thing. Slowly this became inverted, the phone became more important, people realised connectivity led the way to greater production, and I helped take the human touch out of the equation.
 
“Good Morning. Mitel Telecommunications, how may I help.
Certainly, one moment please
I am sorry Mr, is out at the moment, may I take a message?”
Or “Mr  it’s Mr on the line, putting him through now.”
Because a good reception is the hub of the building. I didn’t need to ask questions of, who was already on a phone call, in a meeting, in the building, or when a team member would be a available, because I already knew. A good receptionist is the diary holder for every one under her care. Or was, and my part? Golly, I get the hated part.
 
You know how you phone a company, and you get a recording, that directs you to List one, which directs you to List two, and so on? Yup, My boss, sitting, watching me in action.
 
My fault really, I had my own priority codes. Acknowledgement of anyone entering the building, noting who was out. Answering the phones, answering inquiries. Every employee was secondary to the phone, we were a telecommunications company. And this was the age of the Swich, from analogue to digital, from pen and paper to onscreen, instant access.

One day Tone came to the desk, with a really simple, possibly, requirement? Didn’t matter I was on the phone, I acknowledged him, held my call said “I will be with you as soon as possible”. I then proceeded to take calls, at a rate of, well, I bet Tone knew, he was very good at math. For the next twenty minutes, full on, no stop, continual, hello, hold, etc but with full script. Yes, after 5 minutes or so of the constant call swell, I probably did sound a touch mechanical, but I swear I kept my smile. And that, you could hear, down the lines.

My policy was to send a person through the hold loop, if another call came in whilst I was in the “good morning” part of the greet, then my script would change to “Good morning, Mitel Telecommunications, I’m sorry about the wait, please hold the line. I couldn’t park anyone, the beauty of the initial Super Set, was all calls filtered back to reception. I would then catch them with, “hi, I’m sorry about the wait. How may I help?” That’s all people want when they phone a company. To be helped, isn’t it? “The method of how they are helped shouldn’t matter, as long as the calls get to where they are going.”  I can almost hear Mr Borren’s analytical mind clicking away.
 
I guess Tone didn’t mean to inflict us with a system, that would cause so much stress, he may even of thought he was “helping” the receptionist of some poor firm. Keeping her safe from irate vibes of incoming wrath. He simply forgot, maybe, helping is what receptionists and indeed people, do, for each other. We like to help, people are not problems, they have problems. Therefore people, are not problems that need solving. And when you have a problem, the reassurance wanted is not that of a long list of robot voices, or a recorded voice breaking in intermittently, over supposed to pacify (the advertising said so) music. What you want is a person, a reassuring voice, that lets you know, whilst help may not be here, it is, at hand.
 
The SuperSet 7 and DSX, bring in Erick from Bell, and boom, revolutionary digital automated switch boards, from dialing to service done, with out a person in between. The “face” taken out of the company.
 
To be honest it was probably the best thing for companies, to get rid of faces. Because people were becoming increasingly hard to handle. The cry since forever “Good Service is hard to find.” It certainly led to an employment incarnation I had as a "Crisis Intervention Specialist".
A now essential role, through the ongoing, with ever more complexity, Service Contract. The battle of ‘YOU WORK FOR ME’. The reason I became a sovereign soul.

The veils of ‘ownership’ and the weaponisation of the right to live, for no other reason than, because you were born. No joy, passion, or freedom allowed in the toil for subsistence. Except for the few. A huge, thought leap, perhaps even a paradigm shift, in being forced to serve, and the right to contribute. Watching money become the price of contribution, has been very enlightening indeed. And brings me back to the, synchronicity over time. I have noticed a pattern.

An animal becomes ill, clients disappear or schedules become incompatible, cyber stuff happens, then an 'industry of death' notice finds it's way to my mail box. Luckily this one, at only $150 000. is less than half of the last, at $350 000. The fourth such cycle in six years and somebody trusts, that before I die I will have a spare half a million travelling, from my direction to theirs. Why? because the "Get a Lawyer" made it so.
 
Much love
 

​I have had the most amazing Equinox, I hope you have too.
Part of my amazement lies around the Synchronicities that surround me at the moment. I have been into and listening to a gentleman Paul Weston for a while. An amazing man with an amazing life. This video is a brief intro into Paul and what he does.

Now Paul started writing a one line style code diary, in his youth. What he found was, he would be doing things on a day, and when he looked at past diaries, there was some relevance to what he had written in the past. A synch cycle. And so Paul began to play with replicating, maybe, in some small way, bits of past and before he knew the Magick surrounding him grew.

Well I was not a good journal keeper, so going back to past years etc would not have been possible without Facebook. I have only been on line for 6 or so years but there is enough there, that I am starting to recognise some interesting synch cycles, within my own life. And they have been wow, a revelation. I seldom talk ego, but when I do it appears to be on the 22 of September, for example. The mind boggles as to what might have happened if that were the focus of my blog that day. But any hoo.
 
So, there is one form of synchronicity, that of 'time cycles'. Another form of synch that happens for me with the help of AI is that of 'synchronicity of information'. I will meditate, come up with the most strange thoughts and then, bingo on YouTube or Facebook, corroborating information. Sometimes, the information isn’t as far along down a thought stream as I am, but it is heading there. At other times the information is like it has been pulled Straight from Source and delivered without much alteration into the vision of many.
 
So back to my Equinox experience.  I was looking within and had gone into meditation with the requirement of some answers. I have used a phrase several times lately that whilst I love the intention of I feel, if we are coming from a loving place, really does not express the depth of seriousness of the concept. Turns the concept into a guilt trip, rather than the offer it truly is. We are all coming from what we know at that time, right?
 
I’m a Sovereign Soul, trying not to be hooked back into that Matrix. Avoiding Ascended Masters and “God” programming like the plague, yet I have this fundamental belief in love and supporting others to be who they want to be. I love the principles of this, but I really dislike the wording, so I entered meditation to find out what the gist was with “Service to Self” and “Service to Others”.
 
Answers arrived within moments. The duality, the service, the programme of shame. A Hegelian dialectic of separation that pits one section of human as ‘selfish’ and the other as ‘martyr’.   Do we need to get into the connotations of ‘service’? No slaves here.  The ‘God” programme of shame for those who are in a space, whereby it is necessary to concentrate on self.  So there was my answer to the problem. Beautiful, I am most grateful  Back into meditation, back to Source, for the solution. Nothing. This is where the synchs began.

I opened my email and there first up I was being asked to “contribute” to a good cause. No bells did not ring. I began reading a blog, it was asking if we were “contributing” enough to our communities, a little ding. Then I went to YouTube and started watching a Part II episode of someone called George Kavissalas. Hadn't heard of hime before, I was chuckling in moments (who watches a second part without the first? Ummm me). But this was boom time, Albert actually asked George about Service to Others and George says “I prefer to use contribute”.

As soon as I felt into this, as soon as I heard, I knew, this was my answer. Feel the difference, Service to Self, Contribute to Self, Service to Others, Contribute to Others and how about Contribute with Others. Can you feel the difference there? The allowance to give yourself, what you need at any given time without the judgement? The allowance to give to others, without the connotation of being a slave or subservient? Mmm Mmm my heart glowed.


You cannot make this stuff up. Part one is “Moving Beyond the God Matrix”. I haven’t listened to Part One yet, but if part two resonates so well, I will treat myself. A little note in here, I’m not saying there is not an original creator, just that whatever is going on with the “God” of this matrix is pretty fucked up.
 
Much love