Where Mountains Touch The Sky

Each one of us carries within us the potential to intimately co-create with nature according to the laws of creation. The vision begins within the individual, and spirals out from there. The seed, the creative growth, is planted by the sacred laws of natural science in the same way the seed of an oak tree is planted in the earth. The ancients planted and tended oak groves, just as they planted and tended the groves of humanity. People today are sadly neglecting their birth right and the inherited vision of truth.

The Borderlands...
Recently, I came across an old circle of fallen stones hidden between houses at the top of a hill. Cold grey blocks of granite, not natural to this area, lay like fallen giants in a forgotten battlefield. All around the stones young and old oak trees were the only witnesses to the once powerful forces that shaped this part of the world. People had forgotten, and the stones no longer whispered. The place was silent.

I placed my hands on the stones and they showed me the future we have created for ourselves. I saw societies devoid of grace, ignorant of nature and living at odds with the natural cycle. I recalled king Theoden in Tolkien's, Lord of The Rings asking: "How did it come to this?" I asked the same. How?

I saw societies fall like dominos, one after the next and some in double rows together, and all of them fell. I saw cities blackened and empty, towns without people, silent and still. I saw villages lying in ruin and nature beginning its regrowth and return. I did not see the causes, because there were so many. The stones gave one reason for all the death and destruction: Man is breaking natures laws.

There was no vengance or retribution, there was only foolishness and heartlessness, a self created self inflicted loss... breaking the inner balance and destroying the outer life force that supports all creatures great and small. Systems without a soul had destroyed the unique intelligence that was needed to save them. No one knew how to rectify the balance, no one was able to look within as our ancestors once did and see their own place in the universe. Advanced forms of technology and the generators needed to run them lay silent.

No one owned the land of our ancestors. You could not buy land. The people were related to nature, to the earth and to cosmos. It was not a buy and sell relationship as it is now. Special areas were set aside, where no one was to build. Those areas were the borders between the world of man and the unknown. Humans could go there and interact with the mysteries on the borders of our world. The giants stones fell silent.

Unseen to the human eye there is a sacred place where the mountains touch the sky. The spirit peoples gather there to decide. The ancestors do not decide in terms of thought, appraisal and judgement. They observe the signs, and they understand the signs. Free will is what is, and commands would interfere with the sacred geometry of free will. So, out of chaos the place where the mountains touch the sky was born, and out of the blue waters within observation came into being.

Sky people who understood the sacred ways of heaven and earth would appear in the mountains-touching-the-sky window. They taught the people intelligent use of free will, and the excellence of being. The beauty of free will is that life is not about doing what you want. The sacred geometry of free will is right action. When the spirit people understood this truth they conveyed it to the people on earth. The only way to understand the free will of right action is to live it.

Many tribes were upset with this, as they thought that they were the masters down here. Many tribes became so upset they went to war to prove that they could do anything they want, and that they are the masters. Temples called government were built to the leaders of the rebellion. These leaders became the new gods on earth, and they sang their own praise as they enslaved the native peoples of the earth.

The spirit people were sad when they saw this, and they gathered at the place where the mountains touch the sky. It was there the spirit people were shown many worlds where people thought they were the masters, and did not understand nor care about their natural place in the order of things. All the worlds the spirit people saw were dead or dying. They gathered together and agreed things looked bleak for the peoples of earth. Then Little Hawk had a dream.

In the blue-worlds-dream Little Hawk saw children of the earth gathering and knowing the ways of sacred harmony. These earth children were happy to serve the greater vision of life, and they were not infected with the dark disease of division and conflict. The children of the earth reminded Little Hawk of the blue aura people and he woke seeing the children of the earth laughing and speaking with the sky people at the place where the mountains touch the sky.

The spirit elders agreed that this would appear to give hope to makind, although they could not see where such a drastic transformation would come from. Then a child appeared before the spirit elders in the sacred circle where the mountains touch the sky. The child was wise and appeared to be the one of many nations. The child wore the colours of the sky people and the colours of the earth people. As the child faded many thousands of children ran across the vision, disappearing into the woods, mountains and forest of earth. The sacred circle where the mountains touched the sky spread across the whole planet. Soon planet earth was filling the window where earth and sky meet. The vision merged with the blue ocean.

On the border lands men and women began to gather. Over many years they took away houses, roads and underground wires. These men and women lovingly restored the areas in ways that respected the natural ways of plants, earth and stone. In a short time the border lands were radiant and filled with mystery and order. A bridge was formed between the unknown and the earth. In these special places, next to the border lands, children were born with rainbow auras. The spirit people saw all this and understood Little Hawk's vision. The children reflected the colours of the earth and sky. The border lands were restored.

Looking Out From Below

ID-2025 looked out into a pale blue sky, hovering above the horizon. The planet was pretty small and compact. The earth seemed to be dwarfed by the large hovering sky, and looking out, it seemed that the pale blue horizon was a perfect place for the soul to hide. If souls can hide.

For a moment, it seemed that the sky would deny thousands of years of human interactions of the surface dwellers below. The earth was a school, a teaching center, a place where dreams could take flight and become reality. Cohesive groups of gathering nations began to transit to the flight training stage. The technology of the pure mind.

It was a cloak the Celtic nations wear, or Tibetan, or Mayan, Native American. A cloak of identity through which they could walk through the dream of nations and into a larger cosmic dream beyond time and space. The earth was a portal, a doorway. The sky mirroring the soul. Which is why they looked to the sky, to see the mirror of reality and find their wings to fly.

The ancient cultures had refused the technology exchange, when it was offered. They prefered the non-technology of the mind, and that was where their direction was focused. Their intense interactions with the invisible realms had taught them differently than the early 20th century view: Technology equals advanced and non-technology equals backward states. The technology exchanges were in the interests of those giving the material to humans, in order to direct them into their frequency and their world. The ancients wanted nothing to do with it and continued to interact with the invisible realms, learning first about the soul and the inner force.

The wars bent the will of the humans to follow the exchange programme by force. Humans did not need it. The enforcers needed it. It was part of their control. The technology limited the humans, conditioned the mind, restricted the intelligence, focused them on dependance and restriction. The group who most desired power were given bigger and better means to kill larger numbers of people. That was the essence of the technology exchange. It was about control. Nothing else.

The tribe of nations were in complete agreement that the technology exchange was not in the interests of overall planetary evolution, and that it barely served the interests of a few. The exchange was not compatible to natural human development. The tribe of nations had always warned it would lead to extinction and an irriversable decay of the organic mind. The tribe of nations could not incarnate into a world devoid of truth. The technology would kill the planet. Bring an end to the human race.

Architects of Our Own Existence

People of the Highlands often have the gift of foresight. Whether they like it or not, they see what is. Maybe one in a hundred will say what they see, and maybe one in a thousand will write what they see.

As a young child I had decided I would create a home for myself in the Highlands, and live like the eagles - out of reach. Nature was my teacher and I would study life at the feet of the masters in the North West Highlands, and as far away from "man" as possible. However, I foresaw that I would travel far from my home, and enter the world of man, a world that is so sick and so far away from who we really are.

The mountains talked with me and as far as they were concerned there was no discussion, no question and no sane alternative. As a young student, I did not see it that way. I thought I could argue some kind of a deal, or use my intelligence to navigate another way into my life. I paid a very high price to become one with the skill you now see me using. I lost the one thing I loved in this world, more than my own life... I knew I had to leave the mountains.

Only when you lose everything and truly have nothing can you begin to live according to your own pure design. Each person is the architect of their own existence, whether they want to face it or not. It is a powerful reality in Native cultures that once we lose everything (death), only then do we really find out who we are. Attachment and dependance are illusions that cloud the vision of our own existence. We will not give up those attachments so easily, and so death comes (in many forms) to help us out.

Once it has transformed you, this death will never leave you. In fact it protects you throughout your entire life. Then comes a day when you realise that you are the mountain and that there really is no other existence.

The difficulty is how you do get others to REALISE this?

Because, if people do not understand the truth of their own existence, our lives will continue down this road of self-destruction. Well, if you look around you the first thing you see is that people really do not want to give things up. They have what they have, and they don't want to lose it.

If I had not suffered the greatest loss, I would not have learned to be able to sit here and write the way I do. But at the end of the day you are simply looking into a mirror - all of life is relationship.

This means if you go into the great forests and you meet an enlightened tree, you do not live the rest of your life under that tree. Because if you are not one with the existence of that tree, living under it wont change much in your life. So, we receive a precious gift and in return we have to give something up. But really in the end, if we are honest all we have to give up is our attachment - ultimately the attachment to ourselves.

Death is interacting with us in its many forms, getting us to give up attachment, the inner workings of it. The eagles gave us the greatest gift any being can bestow on another: Freedom.

In the end it was not the mountains I had to give up, it was the attachment I had formed. The love then forms to embody the true nature of the relationship we have to life. We cannot gather it from others, we can only gather it from within ourselves.

Be True To Yourself

There was once a man living in a large house overlooking the Mediterranian sea, and this man had everything... but at the same time he was deeply unhappy. He consulted all the great experts of the world and no one could figure out why he was so unhappy. In fact as each day went by this man, who was surrounded by beauty, became more and more depressed until the condition became chronic.

A concerned friend, who knew something about Eastern philosophy, asked a great sage from the highest mountains in the world to come and see this man. Unexpectedly the enlightened sage agreed, and he travelled across the world to see what the problem was.

The man who had everything also agreed to this last ditch attempt to save his worsening condition. The sage arrived, and the man proudly showed him all the wonders he had gathered throughout his life. Van Goghs, Picassos, drawings and paintings from Leonardo Da Vinci adorned the adobe like walls, framed only by the giant windows and the blue sunlight of the Mediterranian sea.

The man's house was filled with ancient Greek sculptures, Egyptian artifacts, Chinese manuscripts, Anasazi pottery, and countless fragments of lost civilisations. He took the enlightened sage from one room to the next and told him about each aquisition, its origin and its history. The enlightened sage was very polite, he did not speak, he observed and quietly listened.

Once the man had stopped speaking a heaviness descended, the atmosphere became tense and brooding and his laughter and joy at describing all the wonderful things faded in the gloom of his silence. The enlightened sage nodded his head in understanding and smiled. The man who had everything waited for the sage to speak.

"Yes, I understand." said the sage. "How can you be happy when your home is so bleak, and desolate. Your house is full and rich from other peoples wealth, but I see nothing in your home that is from you."

Isle of Alba

“To plunder, to slaughter, to steal, these things they misname empire; and where they make a desert, they call it peace.”
~ Calgacus, Pictish Chieften