Roadside chats (3) 23/1/15

Packing the Camper seems to take forever. It’s 4pm before I leave Christchurch. As I drive north I listen to Bob Dylan’s; ‘Up to me.’

 If I’d thought about it, I never would have done it… I guess I would have let it slide…
If I had paid attention to what others were thinking…
The heart inside me would have died…
But I was just too stubborn to ever be governed… by enforced insanity…
Someone had to reach for the rising star… I guess it was up to me 

As I leave my quake ravaged city I reach for the rising star of a new life.

Arriving at the Conway River, at the foot of the Hunderlee’s, I remember a conversation with a workmate. The man spoke of a beautiful beach with lots of wildlife near the rivers mouth. I decide to investigate. Forty minutes later I find what I’m looking for. I engage 4 wheel drive and nose on in.

Camper nosing gingerly between rocks

Four wheel drive territory

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Seal on the beach

I rest up and prepare for Nelson. At Evolve I’m presenting a workshop on: ‘The Sacred Feminine and the World Soul.’ I will share poetry written as a response to dream encounters with feminine healers from within the World Soul. The healers have given me a series of ‘sayings’ as to the nature of their work & the nature of the World Soul. They tell me I am to be careful what I share. In particular I need to be careful about ‘the men.’ I understand that ‘the men’ oppose the work of the feminine healers. They seek to destroy them. ‘The men’ are behind the exploitation of nature and the destruction of the environment. ‘The men’ have used ‘the book’ to edit the Sacred Feminine out of Christianity and to distort the message of the Way of Love. ‘The men’ are anti-feminine, anti-soul and anti-Earth. I understand ‘the men’ to be a destructive power working within the collective consciousness. ‘The men’s’ agenda is control and exploitation. I must be wise.

It’s early morning. As I wake I hear feminine voices talking among themselves: ‘If he can’t sing… then he can’t go…’ The healers are saying I must learn to ‘sing’ if I am to go to Evolve. The workshop is not about giving a ‘talk.’ I am to use my poetic voice in creative and musical ways. Music is full of variations, repetitions, rhythms and rhymes. I come to see my time at Big Bush is not about ‘preparing material.’ It’s about preparing me. It’s about preparing my ‘song.’ It’s also about ‘being prepared’ by the World Soul.

If he can’t sing… then he can’t go…

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On the tip of his toes

Two days later I watch a large pod of Dolphins leaping and frolicking as they drift south. I write a poem. In the poem I say how I don’t want to ‘understand’ why the dolphins are leaping. Is it about feeding? Is it about something else? Who cares! ‘Understanding’ will simply shift me into my head and away from the leaping experience. I want to join the Dolphins! I want to feel this exuberant leapyness in me!

Dolphins drift south

Feeding on fish?

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The next morning the dolphins are back. Closer in this time. I stand with a group of young people as we watch the dolphins leap their way north. I spontaneously share my poem. The young people leap and holler as they tune in to the leaping ones. I feel my heart jump as I join the group’s infectious leapyness

 Roadside Blessings – Kevin

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