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Ramblings about life . . .

What I share about my life is simply to help reinforce the understanding that it is possible to live with love and laughter, in between the tough times.

Life is what we make of it, no matter how harrowing. We accept and embody this with-in ourselves, thereby allowing the energy to manifest outwardly in our reality.

It starts with each one of us as an individual to form the collective consciousness.

Be the dream.

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Tuesday, 7 June 2011


As you might or might not know, war has been a part of my life for a while. Living in South Africa and Namibia as a youngster, we were in a ‘state of war’, surrounded by soldiers. This perception was fed by the propaganda of the South African government.  All young men were conscripted as soon as they left school at the tender age of 17 (or given dispensation to study for a degree and then conscripted once they’d finished). So every South African male was a warrior, whether in the army, navy or air force.

My days spent Windhoek as a teenager had me surrounded by soldiers. There was a huge army camp that most were sent to before they departed for the ‘border’ region of what was then known as German South West Africa (now Namibia) to take part in the guerrilla warfare happening there and over the border into Angola. We were fighting what they called ‘die rooi gevaar’ – the red danger i.e. the communists.

Hubby was one of them and suffers with post traumatic stress disorder from his days on the ‘border’ (as I’m quite a few South African men of similar age do). He would go into the bush for weeks at a time scouting and get involved in skirmishes. He was the medic and carried most of the gear needed in case someone was injured. They lived off the land, buried themselves in holes for hours at a time, waiting patiently. None of them were allowed to use toothpaste or bath or use any of the ‘hygiene’ we take for granted, as in the African bush with nothing around you, smells can carry for miles. They had to melt into the landscape.

He tells of the very first time he heard gunfire at the age of 18. He really crapped himself but his training took over and he survived. He was then grateful for the first three months of basics being drilled into them.

Last week he received a DVD from his sister called ‘Grensoorlog’ or Bush Warfare in which it charts the history of how the whole border war started. It tells it from both sides. One soldier of the Special Forces or Recces says, ‘There are no winners in war.’ That really struck home for me.

I have not watched the whole DVD – which is hours long. Hubby has always been fascinated by war. Me, I find it too distressing. BUT…

And here is the big but. My Higher Self, Athena, is the Goddess of War. She is logical and tactical and combined with wisdom and truth, she makes for a rather formidable being.

She has been bringing war more and more to my attention lately, starting with the transmutation I’ve had to do surrounding war. Despite not wanting to really see this side, I’ve had it shoved in my face day in and day out.

This morning I asked why.

This is her reply:

Each lightworker is moving up in vibration. In order for them to reach their state of higher being they’ve had to cut themselves off from the rest of the world, each in their own way. This did not stop any of them from sending healing needed, which most of them did. This has all changed. It is now possible for many, in their centredness, to bring their focus to that which is unsavoury without getting involved in the drama.

There are many who will hold the light for others to go out and do the ground work. Lightworkers will form themselves into groups needed. Each one of the lightworkers has something to give. There is no judgment of those who remain in the background. Every army needs their workers behind the scenes to keep the army going. Think of the cooks, those doing the laundry, the barbers or hairdressers, street sweepers, garbage collectors, etc. Each one in their own way contributes to the wellbeing of the hundreds of thousands of warriors. Cogs in a well oiled machine.

This is merely symbolism. I do not advocate raising a large army of lightworkers to go out and cause havoc. We’ve seen this done before. The difference is this – more of you are in your heart and less likely to be pulled into the 3D drama of war. We are coming out of the cycle of negative influences and moving into the positive. One is not better than the other – we are simply creating a balance between the two.

There is a time to fight and a time to be. Each one of you has a masculine and a feminine aspect. Each one will be the one needed in any given situation. This will be the time to learn, practice and understand when one or the other is needed.

Don’t be frightened to experiment. You will not know and understand unless you try. Through doing and trying you get to know your 5D self far better.’

This brought to mind the Eddie Grant song – Gimme Hope Joanna

Athena then channelled a message which is posted here
A call to arms

So much for me thinking I can kick back and enjoy my new world…

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