Dancefloor Etiquette Tip # 3

"I'm blue when I wanna be blue
I'm green when I wanna be mean,
I'm red when I'm out of my head
I'm yellow when I wanna be seen
I'm brown when I wear a frown
I'm gold when I wear a crown
I dance when I wannna get down
Colours make the world go 'round."

"earth is the place" - nathan haines
WAVE Recordings, 2001

If you know the song, hope it reminds you of good times. It's one of my favourite house tracks ever, and the vocals provided by Verna Francis are sublime. I don't think I'll ever tire of it, especially because of the chorus, which I love singing on and off dancefloors...

"Earth is the place that I live,
Love is the space that I give
'Cos I'm a woman
'Cos I'm a Woma-aaa-an!"

Which brings me to Dancefloor Etiquette Tip # 3:
Singing on the Dancefloor - When not to do it.

Let's face it. Most of us have done it at some point, and there's nothing wrong with that. After all, singing is unreal fun and it's good for you! It makes you feel absolutely amazing too sometimes. I wish more people would believe in their voices a bit more and sing. BUT, when it comes to the dancefloor, I think there needs to be a few rules...

1. Don't sing unless you actually know the words.

I used to go out with someone who was incredibly romantic, and he'd often sing along to love songs to me on the dancefloor, which was cool, but he often didn't know the words, and he'd get to those sections and try to fake it, which was bad.

2. Don't sing in someone's face if you have bad breath or worse, bad teeth.

Totally obvious.

3. Don't start singing to the rest of the dancers because you're on the dancefloor alone, unless you're in drag.

We've probably all been ambushed at one time or another - a person you don't know starts to move in a little too close to your personal space, so close that beads of their sweat occassionally flick onto your skin or face (eek!) and they begin to dance with you, singing, trying to engage with you by looking into your eyes while moving and smiling wildly (while you're trying to move away yourself, smiling politely, but thinking, "I've got to get away RIGHT now"). They keep trying to dance with you though, so you grab the nearest friend and hide behind them, or run for the bar. The only thing that can save a situation like this is totally hot looks, but that's a rarity.

4. Don't sing directly in anybody else's ear unless you know what pitch is.

Don't you know you just sound painful?


5. Definitely no soccer-type "woo-woo!" chants, under any circumstances, and just in case you don't know, absolutely NO whistles.

Otherwise, do it well, and be a star!

So, if you feel ready for something fun, this Friday March 18, Wonderland is having its opening night and it looks like it'll be a complete ball. The DJ line-up is great, and with Arlen de Silva, Fernandito and myself in the Wonderland Room, and Baby Lemonade, luscious Matt Thomas and Rollerboy aka the gorgeous Daniel Humphries in the Wonder Bar. It's a great recipe for disco madness of the highest order. Toni Jaye, Vivien St James and Jono Franscisco are all doing shows on the night, and it's gay & straight-friendly, so if it sounds like your thang, make sure you email me as RSVPs are essential for entry. We've also got a special DVD that were giving away to promote the night.
It's happening at Upstairs, Rear Soho lane, Prahran (off Grattan St). Be there.

Frequency-Specific

Someone asked me the other day, “So what’s going to happen in 2012, Liz ?” If you don’t know about the Mayan calendar, astronomy or prophecy, you may not have learned that Timeship Earth and the entire solar system is rapidly moving through space to arrive at a grand alignment with the Sun and the galactic core on the solstice of Dec 21, 2012. In virtually every indigenous culture’s folklore, and in many ancient sacred texts, you will find some reference to this date or time in our evolution. This isn't the first time in Earth's history that we have cycled into this position in the heavens.

Many of our ancestors have left clues as to what to expect, and how to navigate our way through. Myths, customs and esoteric lore descendent from prehistoric times indicate that cosmic rays from a Galactic core explosion catastrophically affect the Earth and solar system in recurrent cycles. The most recent event occurring near the end of the last ice age, roughly 13,000 years ago, at the same time that the last remaining fragments of the Atlantean maritime empire are said to have sunk to the bottom of the sea.

Earth and the solar system will be directly facing the galactic core (did you see the story last week about the 6 regular "pulses" they recorded coming from it? wild) in a north-south direction, and the Sun will move across from east to west, perfectly crossing the centre of the galaxy while we sit in the middle. From our view on Earth, we will be able to see the arrow in the bow of the constellation Saggitarius pointing directly at the galactic core on the right, and on the left, in the constellation of Scorpio, the sting in the scorpion's tail will also be pointing directly at the galactic centre, as if to alert us to the right spot.

The ancient star lore connected with the Sagittarius and Scorpius constellations indicated the location of the Galactic center, and it conveyed the idea of an explosive outburst. What happens on the day is anyone's guess, but there is plenty of stuff out there to look at if this is something that sparks your interest. All of the planets in our solar system are heating up too, according to some ongoing Russian research, indicating that the solar system as a whole may experiencing some kind of galactic season, and that what we think is causing global warming on Earth may require a larger perspective. It may not be a purely Earth-based phenomena.

Could it be that as we move closer to this alignment, it is already beginning to exert more of an influence over our neighbourhood? Are we already being subjected to a whole set of new frequencies that will usher in a shift of some kind? Is there something happening at the centre of our Galaxy that we are beginning to detect?

I just watched a DVD the other night entitled “The Secrets of Alchemy”, by Jay Weidner, and in it he details his real-life Indiana Jones quest from Southern France to Peru as he attempts to decode the puzzling inscription of the Great Cross of Hendaye. The translation has eluded some of the world’s greatest minds for centuries, and Jay was able to show how he not only decoded the inscription (which led him to an identical cross in Peru, near Cusco), but that the Cross itself represents the actual Great Cross in the skies that the Earth will be right smack in the middle of on that 2012 date. He was helped greatly in his endeavour through the writings of the 20th century alchemist, Fulcanelli, so it seems that even the alchemists were down with 2012, and wanted to preserve their knowledge about it in stone for the time when it might come in handy.

The cross near Cusco, in Peru, was placed there long ago by some unknown persons as a marker that this remote highland town, with its numerous granite stone caves several hundred feet above sea level, was a “safe place,” and it seems that that is what the alchemists were trying to tell us.

This post is not about whether I agree that there will be a pole shift, or whether the world is going to end. Just wanted to get that straight.

Don’t you feel, at some level, that we may be just around the corner from something big though? As we watch the stage show that the media calls the news and go about our days, do you ever get the nagging sensation that humanity may be just hanging on, by the tips of our fingers? We are bombarded from the cradle to the grave by a media-military-industrial complex that spends billions each year on wars, disinformation, promoting mediocrity, endless low self-esteem and fear campaigns, all in the effort to keep us as distracted and disconnected from nature, ourselves and each other as possible. Have you ever thought about why our lives are geared that way?

Maybe you haven’t stopped to think about it, but I know you feel it. Every single thing on this planet feels it. It’s that feeling that our lives have all taken on this new level of intensity, that time is shrinking, that minutes seem more like nanoseconds. Relationships, careers, families, religions, education, governments, and all parts of the biosphere are under more stress it seems than ever before. All are undergoing radical shifts. Much that has been hidden or suppressed for a long time is coming to light, often accompanied by pain or healing or both. In your own life lately, how much more flexibility have you needed to exercise in order to maintain balance? How much have things been shaken up? How much have you wanted to stir things up yourself? Do you feel the need to do some mental or emotional housecleaning so that you can let go of the wrong beliefs or situations that no longer serve you? We know, on some level, that we’ve reached a turning point, and that change is the only certainty to our survival.

I believe that we are on the cusp of some kind of transformation that the planet as whole experiences. Some kind of fundamental shift in the way we view ourselves, or our world. Here's an interesting link to the Octave Timeline, which is a graphic of creation cycles, based on the Mayan Calendar and Astrology. This resonated with me a lot, but a "shift" could manifest in an infinite number of ways. I believe that it is intrinsically linked to the way that we deal with the challenges before us, individually and as a species, over the next few years.

The only way I can completely explain how I think each of us will fare on the road to 2012 can be summed up in just two words, frequency-specific, but first I need to explain a few points, for context.

1. You have a frequency signature as clearly as you have fingerprints, and it is hard-wired into your brain’s neural-net and comes from your DNA. The Mayan’s call it your Galactic Signature, and each person’s signature occupies one of 260 positional places on the sacred calendar, the Tzolkin. It dictates the way we perceive the world. It explains why we each have a unique experience of life.

2. We are quite literally generators of frequency. For example, the heart generates the largest field in the body and can be as wide as 12 feet in diameter. I'm sure we all know the feeling of being within someone's heart field, especially if they loved you deeply. We can measure the frequencies in our bodies with machines like MRI's. The most important part of the name Magnetic Resonance Imaging (MRI) isn’t magnetic, but resonance (which is created by frequency). The machine measures the frequencies generated by the different organs inside your body so it can produce a photo of your insides. The resulting image is governed by the specific frequencies your body generates. Words, thoughts and actions also produce frequencies. These frequencies can be visualized as vibrating lines of magnetic flux laden with information. Check out the diagrams at the Heart Math Institute, they're cool!

3. The mind is a process of consciousness coming through set neurological pathways, and the neurons actually acy like tiny antennas tp pick up and process data in the form of electro-magnetic signals. We generally access quite a narrow band of information from the entire electro-magnetic spectrum and we can only process that which we are wired to do so. But we have the potential in our neurons to access the entire range. Think about how much of our brains are not being used right now.

4. We don’t see with our eyes, they merely let the photons of light in. Our brains process that data and then converts it into images inside our heads that we see "outside”. Some people are able to process a broader range of frequencies (think broadband as opposed to dial-up), if the neural net has more active connections.

This explains, to a small extent, why some people experience “paranormal” phenomena. It really peeves me that there’s this dumb-ass “paranormal” tag to things like psychic abilities etc, as this is stuff we are all equipped to do. We don’t just have a “sixth" sense. We have a multitude of other in-built technologies that give us the ability to process information that comes from beyond our five sense reality. This is completely NORMAL. This is also our birthright.

5. Directed intensity of consciousness creates our reality. The more coherent the consciousness, the more coherent the reality. Intention is everything.

So, having said all that, I believe that we are all frequency-specific, therefore our experience of reality is frequency-specific to us.

The Eclipse story is a pretty good example of how this works. If my intent had been less passionate or heartfelt than it was, I may never have met Alan and Gerard, and I could’ve hooked up with the wrong people, gotten stranded somewhere, or worse. Any number of probabilities for potential outcomes exists in the quantum sea. It’s totally up to you as to which which one is refelected back to you.

I've learned through experience that you can create your reality by choosing which frequency you want to be living at, and that is determined largely by the feelings that you generate in your heart, and how that guides the actions you take in the world. When you're feeling love, for example, Bruce Lipton at Stanford has been able to demonstrate how it totally re-shapes your DNA, and creates a cascade of positive effects on your body and mind. You are in control of your DNA, but no-one else can do this work for you.

I believe that this current world geo-political climate is a replay of an old drama, that humans have been on this planet for millions of years and that advanced civilizations have come and gone many times before ours. Their fingerprints are everywhere, and if you're looking for something fabulous to read, pick up a copy of Dead Men's Secrets by Jonathan Gray, or Forbidden Archeology: The Hidden History of the Human Race, by Michael Cremo for unexplainable artifacts and proof that everything you learned about our origins in history class was wrong.

As we replay this old drama, with Bush playing the last Babylonian Emperor at the "End of History", we are faced once again with the choice: Evolve or Die.

Do we go down the path of fear, and blow ourselves up again, as it seems we are destined and even encouraged to do, making Earth yet another desolate Mars-like ghetto in the solar system?

Or do we choose to trust our hearts and feelings, our intuition, our own logic and sense of right and wrong, over what we are told, or sold?

Do we finally choose the path of love-wisdom?
Expansion or contraction? Short-term vision or Cosmic Inheritance?

The Four Agreements

1. Be Impeccable With Your Word

2. Don't Take Anything Personally

3. Don't Make Assumptions

4. Always Do Your Best

One of the links on my sidebar is for Danielle Lin's radio archives and I've included the link here to listen to the fabulous interview with Don Miguel Ruiz as he and Danielle rap for an hour about the Toltec way of living, which is articulated in "The Four Agreements".

I first heard Don Miguel being interviewed about three years ago and ever since then I've made these four insights into living a peaceful and joyous life, a big part of mine. They are so simple, so uncomplicated. It's not always easy to follow them completely(especially the First Agreement if you like to say cunt a lot, as we've already covered), but I can vouch that these four little phrases will work wonders for you if you choose to live by them. The book is available widely too and is well worth getting.

It's great that Danielle has this interview archived so you can check him out for yourself. She's quite an articulate host and he sounds gorgeous with his softly-spoken South American voice. If you like the show, I highly recommend checking out the nearly four years of archives available on her site.

Greetings, Pleiadian! (Part 2)

See my archive for Part 1 of this story Peepz! Be warned, if you are in a hurry, read this later, or in bits..it's bloody long.

Ring Of Fire

As my gaze scanned the small, crowded bus depot in Adelaide that December morning, I had all but given up trying to find a lift with anybody from the bus, as I hadn't met anybody on the truck stops we'd made along the way. The ticket counter wasn't open yet, so I decided that I should just wait there until it opened, and figure out what to do next after that. In the meantime I could put out some feelers and try and sense whether anybody else there looked like they might be headed for the eclipse. At that point I was still convinced I should try to get on a connecting bus to Ceduna, where most of the eclipse watchers would be, but I was sure that the tickets were sold out. I hadn't ruled out hitching on the road, but hoped it wouldn't come to that. I was also a little dubious about the weather. It was seven thirty in the morning, and the clouds formed a thick blanket of grey above the city.
The day before, I'd checked the weather forecasts to see what the outlook was like and it was sketchy. There was going to be cloud cover in most of the places along the path of totality, but the forecast said that the clouds should clear to just a scattering by mid or late afternoon. It might have prevented me from going at another time, but because I felt so driven to go I trusted that wherever I ended up would be the right place, with the right people and the right conditions. Still, I couldn't help having a slight sense of trepidation over whether all my efforts would end up in travelling over a thousand miles to watch a total eclipse of a total eclipse. 

So with all that and more whirring around my skull, I let my eyes skim the crowd while my otherware kicked in at the non-local levels, and before I knew it I couldn't help but notice these two guys who were standing in one of the aisles a few feet away from me. It was their wooden case that first caught my attention and it got me pretty excited when it looked liked it was just the right size for a telescope. When I looked for who might own it, I scoped them. They looked a little fatigued, but ready for action.
The tall one that looked like Tom Selleck was dressed in loose khaki shorts with cargo pockets, a matching polo shirt, chunky white socks and brown suede walking boots. Short blondish-brown hair peeked out from beneath a baseball cap that made his rugged features look slightly boyish, but he looked to me to be around forty. 

Standing next to him was a guy of similar age, who looked like your classic computer programmer or science genius. He was more slightly built, had a pale complexion and black rimmed glasses. He was wearing a black leather jacket over his knitted jumper and polo shirt (which was underneath and neatly tucked in to his jeans), a black belt and some well-worn brown leather shoes.

I was totally loving their look. I had to meet them.

I approached them and asked if they were going to see the eclipse. I think they might have been a bit surprised to have been approached but they smiled and said yes. I found out that their names were Gerard and Alan, then they told me that they'd been on the same bus from Melbourne I'd been travelling on. I had been all the way up the front in seat 1D behind the driver, and hadn't seen them behind me in seats 11C and D. 

I told them that I was going to try to get to Ceduna. They glanced at each other making me feel uneasy and they said that the weather forecast didn't look so good there. It was much better where they were going, the Wirraminna Rail Siding, in the desert, but first they had to go to Port Augusta where they would be picking up their car. 

It became instantly apparent that going to the desert over the coast was a way better idea given the weather, so I figured that the best thing for me should be to try to get to Woomera with them (which is where I thought the Wirraminna Rail Siding was). I imagined this really cute country town where there would be balloons and streamers in the streets and lots of bakeries. I thought that we'd get there, mingle with the others who'd gathered, and then I could find accommodation and another lift back to Adelaide the next day. I asked that if I could get Port Augusta, would they let me hitch with them to Woomera? We all decided to have breakfast together and see.

As soon as we sat down they were pulling out all these crazy maps and charts that they'd downloaded off the net, one with a pencil line drawn by hand marking the path of totality. Others had bright highlighted sections where they'd made other notes. They had made all the calculations for latitude and longitude, timing down to the second, were a wealth of astronomical knowledge and they told me all about the amazing capabilities of the camera gear they'd brought. They were prepared for everything. I could not believe my luck. They even had spare eclipse glasses! They were able to tell me everything I needed to know and I really hoped it could all happen so that I could travel with them. 

After breakfast I noticed that the ticket counter was about to open and I watched as about twenty people formed two queues in front of the two nearest windows. A third window had also opened but no-one seemed to want to go there and at first I stood at the end of one of them then figured it wouldn't hurt to ask, so I went over to the third window. When I asked if that was the right ticket counter for a bus ticket to Port Augusta I was told it was and got my ticket in about 30 seconds, beating everybody. It was a completely full bus, confirming to me again just how much we make our own luck. 

The guys agreed to let me join them in Port Augusta and I felt this wave of gratitude leave my body and travel out into the cosmos. As I looked at them hanging out together with their impressive assortment of camera gear, tripods, bags and telescope, with their open, friendly faces, smart casual clothing and a tendency toward geekishness, they looked like my very own Batman and Robin. I smiled inwardly. My prayers HAD been answered! I DID find the right people to travel with right there on the bus! It was a moment I'll never forget. 

After that I found a pay phone and rang Bimbo Deluxe, a bar I had a residency at, and left a message letting them know I wouldn't be coming in for my set that night. 

We got on the next bus, me alone behind the driver in 1A again, and them just a few seats behind. I spent a bit of time visualising a bright blue, cloudless sky for the eclipse, and reminding myself to be in the moment, trusting as much as possible that life would take me where I needed to go, as the frequencies of gratitude for all that had occurred up until then filled me and flowed outwards from me. All the seeds sown by reading the CWG series which had tied up so many loose ends for me in my esoteric studies, were beginning to sprout and I wanted to breathe as much life into them as possible. I wanted to see how they might grow, as I did. I thought about Time. Then I slept deeply. 

"Alan and Gerard spent the trip working out the orbital distance of the Moon and the rotation of the Earth in order to finally understand the path taken by the Moon during the eclipse and the speed at which it travelled. This was facilitated by the calculator in the mobile phone. Alan also worked out photo exposures and bracketing points using full and ½ stops."
 
This is what Gerard wrote about what he and Alan did on the bus to Port Augusta, in his own account of our travels called "Eclipse 2002".
 
He has even named the subtitles in Chapter 1, which will give you a greater idea of what's to come. 

Subtitle 1: Alan's, Gerard's and Liz's Big Time-Warp Adventure
Subtitle 2: Port Augusta or Bust!
Subtitle 3: The Kangaroo Did It
 
I believe all time is happening in one eternal now. Especially since studying the Maya's supreme understandings of cosmic timing cycles and mathematics. Whenever I begin to worry about anything "in the future", I ask myself, "Am I OK, in this moment?", and the answer is always yes, so it's a good way for me to quell my fears and anxieties, and to trust life more. I really started this practice on a regular basis during this trip. And I was more than ok, as I was soon to see... 

When we arrived at Port Augusta, the sky had cleared and a few tufts of white dotted the sky, which was a relief, and a beautiful gleaming silver sedan met us at the terminal. Nice.


The guys had so much gear it was hard to believe they'd carried it all by themselves and for a few moments I had my doubts that we would fit everything of theirs into the car, let alone have room for me or my scant belongings. After some tricky packing though, a space was made available for me to squeeze into in the back seat, behind Alan who was in the passenger seat, and with Gerard expertly handling the wheel, we set off for last minute supplies. 

The whole transition from the bus to the car couldn't have been timed more perfectly or executed with more ease. It was a good sign, but once we got in the car I really knew that the gods had smiled down on me. They could've had a big old pick up truck for all I knew, but instead I was able to relax in the luxury of black leather seats and enjoy the views from air conditioned comfort, gaze out at the sky through the sunroof and tinted windows and tell the outside temperature from a LED display in the wood dash. To top it all off, I had just met the two coolest, smartest straight guys I'd met in ages, and we were about to embark on a truly amazing adventure together. I was happy and grateful to be alive. 

We stopped in Pt Augusta's main shopping drag for some lunch, supplies and fuel for the trip. After some bad cafe food Alan and I headed off to the supermarket while Gerard attended to some other business and we quickly dashed around picking up water, bags of fruit, nibbles, and chocolate (for me). I asked Alan if they'd like to have something to eat later, maybe for a picnic? This seemed like a good idea to him (I don't know if the guys, for all their planning, had considered the necessity for food at all), and I picked out a roast chicken and some salads. I completely forgot to buy a disposable camera in Adelaide so I tried finding one there only to discover they were sold out. There was a Woolies a block down too (also sold out of cameras), but I quickly purchased a cotton blanket as I had nothing warm with me, and hoped it would come in handy, seeing I already had my pillow and I had no idea where I was sleeping that night. All I knew was that the eclipse was in less than four and a half hours and when we met up with Gerard a short time later, it was agreed that there was no time to spare, so we, and the fully-laden car, swung back onto the road and headed for the outback. 

Alan had a collection of maps in the glove box that he would refer to from time to time as Gerard brought us up to a comfortable cruising speed of 130 kph. ETA was going to be 17:45 at our desired spot. 

They were both great story tellers, although you could see that Alan's more outgoing personality was more suited to it, but Gerard certainly didn't seem concerned, and I realized later that even though Gerard had heard Alan tell most of his stories several times before, he obviously still liked to hear them, and he often helped coax a story out of Alan's memory banks by reminding him of some of the funny details. I'd asked Gerard earlier why even though he lived in Melbourne, his car had been quite conveniently waiting for us in Port Augusta, at the bus terminal. It was the first of many stories that I heard that during trip that would change me forever. They began to describe how they had been driving through the South Australian countryside a month earlier, taking photos and generally enjoying a break from work for a few days when they had hit a kangaroo when it suddenly jumped out in front of the car and stopped them all in their tracks. Gerard's car had been in the shop at Port Augusta getting extensive repairs done ever since, and as the eclipse was occurring at the same time they could collect the car, they decided (at the last minute too) to come and get it and see the eclipse at the same time. 

At the end of their story we all fell silent for a moment as it dawned on us that their encounter with the kangaroo had actually created the conditions for us to meet as we did. The kangaroo was pivotal to the whole story and we knew it. I silently thanked the kangaroo for it's role in all this, and for the ripples that that moment created when it lost its life that night, and I marvelled at the way our lives had intersected. 

Whatever green countryside there was around Pt Augusta soon made way for flat, dry earth covered in clumps of long grasses, low bushes and small trees as we sped towards Woomera. We passed a few old run-down towns that looked like the only public outlet was the petrol station, and I wondered how people out there spent their time, and how children, if any, could cope with the sheer barrenness and isolation. Then we passed Pimba. It was so third world I was totally taken aback. I felt like I'd stepped into an alternate reality, into another version of Australia, one I would never want to dream into reality, but it already was. It was quite a sight. We all unanimously agreed that it was a "hole" of gargantuan proportions, a "standard reference hole" at that, as we passed the shabby weatherboard houses that all seemed to be just barely standing, with each and every backyard sporting massive piles of rubbish and broken down, rusting machinery. I thought I'd seen bad, after all, some of my poor Filipino relatives used to live in houses where to get there, you'd have to walk on wooden planks to avoid the mud, streams and little fishes everywhere, but this was BAD. I could see why the area we were fast approaching was home to a detention centre for illegal immigrants, a former nuclear missile testing ground and hot spot for UFO sightings. 

There was nothing. For miles around, nothing. Just red earth, a bit of scrub, and the wind and sky. I must admit as well as watching for the clouds to clear up even more, I was constantly on the lookout for any unusual aerial phenomena as I'd thoroughly done my research and the probability for a sighting was in my estimation, high. 

While we drove to our destination we all got to know each other a bit better which was easy as we all seemed to like one another. At first I was a little unsure about whether Alan was actually happy about me being in tow, as the two of them had conferred briefly before deciding to let me come, and I'd picked up on a vibe. I couldn't blame him if it he wasn't all too pleased, as my coming along had interfered with their plans and well, "guy time". I soon put those thoughts to rest though as it as it soon became apparent to all of us that that the extra pair of hands I now afforded them, might've actually come in quite handy. We went over a few things about the way the guys wanted to set up their gear, and what we would do when totality arrived. Then they started describing to me how they would like me to help change a solar filter on "the Lens", this massive super-telephoto thing. They explained that When Gerard said "totality", I had to take the filter off and to put it in a special Tupperware container that they had brought with them. I was like, "Oh my God, are these guys for real? We're actually practicing a DRILL for taking photos!". Say what you will, I thought they were unreal.

I know that sort of daggy technical stuff about photography and math and astronomy that we talked a lot about is pretty boring for most people but I frickin love it! And I didn't even need a camera after all! It was almost too much, too good. When we passed Woomera it dawned on me that we weren't going to stop there, and that I'd gotten my wires slightly crossed. But as we drove past it, I thanked my lucky stars I wasn't going. The town looked horrible, with a big vintage fighter plane mounted on a big metal brace near the "Welcome to Woomera" sign near the town's entrance, to show off our so-called military "might", right(?), and the selfish misuse-use of our country's resources by stupid white guys who are all dead now anyway. I didn't see one person anywhere. The whole town looked deserted and felt like a museum you'd never go want to go visit. It didn't look like anywhere I could find accommodation at either, that's for sure.

The Wirraminna Rail Siding was another 73 km on from Woomera, as I quickly learned, as the guys handed me the map and asked me to calculate the distance. When I realised that I had no plan of action for after the eclipse, or anywhere to stay, and that I was in the middle of nowhere, I decided to just go with the flow, and didn't worry too much about it, and drew comfort from the fact that at least I'd had the foresight to bring dinner. 

When we started getting close, the energy in the car changed from quiet expectation to a more intense, hair prickling kind of anticipation. I'd been chatting quite animatedly with the guys from the back seat the whole way there, but now I was nearly bouncing up and down like a child with excitement as we passed the parked cars, then bus loads of Japanese tourists, four-wheel drives and camper vans. The Japanese tourists had lined up all their shiny camera gear in front of their respective buses and had about 30-50 telescopes per bus pointed at the Sun. We kept driving though, for another couple of k's, headed for as close to the centre line of the path of totality as possible. When they explained this to me, I nearly exploded with glee, although I didn't really grasp the enormity of this fact until the moment of the eclipse itself.

The sky had finally cleared to just a bit of late afternoon haze, and the temperature was up around 27 degrees, a far cry from the sombre 11 degrees that morning in Adelaide. I was being taken to a spot on the earth that would be precisely in line with the Moon and the Sun as the eclipse took place. I thought back to the day before when all of this had been just a dream. I knew I was experiencing life at a much a higher frequency than the one I normally did, and things that would normally take a lot longer to materialize, seemed to be taking form almost instantly.

We finally saw a place where we could park. There were a few people dotted around the brush nearby. Some guy was hanging out at his ute with his sheepdog about 30 metres away. He looked liked a local with his cut-off sleeves and messy shoulder length hair. There were a couple with a tent next to their car some distance away too, as well as a tourist bus parked on the other side of the road behind us. Although there were really only a few others in the close vicinity, the air still felt tantalisingly pregnant with expectation. We began unpacking the car and setting up all the gear. Alan had cut some sheets of polystyrene back in Melbourne to make a viewing box and we set about putting it together.

The tripods were set up and the telescope came out of it's handsome handmade box. Gerard took care of setting up his two cameras and the Super Lens and soon everything was done. He found himself afterward, aching for somewhere to relieve himself and decided the only gentlemanly thing to do was drive the car down the road a couple of k's and find somewhere totally private. I think he had to go quite a way though as he was gone for quite a few minutes.

I had mentioned to Alan and Gerard earlier that I was interested in UFO's and I was secretly hoping I might get to see one fly past as the only other time was a long time ago, and it was pretty far away. I kept my eyes peeled to the skies, which by now were absolutely clear of any haze and a vivid, bright blue. YAY.

During the 1991 eclipse inMexico City, tens of thousands of spectators saw a huge metallic disc sitting stationary as it slowly spun in the air and emitted a reddish glow. It was captured by 17 different cameras at the time and you can get the videos online if you do a search. Anyway, it was in the air above the city for 30 minutes before, during, and after the eclipse. But that is something I have learned since. 

We did the practice run of the drill for when totality struck, when Alan would have me change the solar filter on the camera lens. Gerard was supposed to alert us when totality came, which only lasted 32 seconds, by saying "Totality". I would quickly remove the filter and say "Off", and put it into the special Tupperware container, heh. When totality was nearly over I was to put the filter back on and say "On" and he would continue snapping. It was a pretty funny and well, beyond cute for me. We laughed a lot while we were practicing too, so you can see they don't take themselves too seriously. Along with their brain power, personalities, preparedness and 5 star transport, it was everything that worked for this li'l diva. It was so hard to believe how amazing this was all turning out, but I kept reminding myself to accept it, because it was exactly what I'd set out to create. I was ticking off all the things on my checklist of requirements effortlessly. They were the perfect eclipse companions.

It was getting close to the time when "first touch" was going to occur and both Alan and Gerard started getting really anxious and a bit fidgety. They made last minute checks of their gear, which turned out to be good thing, as Gerard realised that one of the lenses on his camera wasn't right and changed it. They checked their watches, which had been synchronised to the second (NO! Really? Yes, REALLY), and I got some of the prepared polystyrene board so Alan could project the Sun's image onto it from the telescope's eyepiece while they both took pictures. The wind was up and it was becoming increasingly difficult to hold it so that it was straight, but I managed, and they were able to capture all the crucial moments without too much trouble in the end, but how the hell they'd planned to do all that on their own, I have no idea. 

In this shot you can see the full Sun prior to the Eclipse, sporting four sunspots.

Then we watched.....these are images captured on the board.

"First Touch"

We were soooo excited when this moment finally arrived.

Quarter Covered

Halfway There

By now there was only about an hour to go until totality and I wondered when the sky would begin to grow dark.
We occupied our time by switching from eclipse glasses to looking through the Super-Lens and watching the projector board. After 40 minutes or so I noticed that the desert was beginning to look darker and redder. It was so beautiful with the contrast in colours so much more pronounced all around us. Then it became darker and darker very quickly. The soil, the rocks, the trees, everything now looked like a deep blood red. We looked at each other and knew that this is what we'd all come so far to see. The hairs began to stand on end on the backs of our necks. The Moon's disc was almost all the way across the Sun, and we couldn't wait for the last of it to be covered.

As Alan was focussing through the camera, Gerard and I put the glasses on and watched. We grew more and more animated as the last couple of minutes ticked by, talking about how it was going to be great. They'd told me earlier that when the Sun was in totality, it was ok to remove the glasses due to the rays being blocked, which I didn't know, so now I was really hanging out for when I could look at the Eclipse with my naked eyes. 

"All is ready. The sky is clear of any obstruction, the gear is set-up and as good as it can be. 14.5cm telescope, low power eyepiece and reflective board, Nikon 1200mm lens on a cinematographic tripod with a Nikon F100 behind it loaded with several feet of Fuji's finest 400 ASA film ready to go. All the planning has been for this moment. Researching the websites for eclipse locations, photographic exposure tables, rain and cloud-cover forecasts; the planning, the buying, the hiring, the building, the packing and the travelling have come down to this moment, which finds Alan, Gerard and Liz at the side of the Stuart Highway A87 halfway between Pimba and Glendambo in South Australia on Wednesday Dec 4 2002, at 19:40 and 43 seconds local summer time." More from "Eclipse 2002".
 
Then Gerard yelled out "Totality!" and exactly what happened next is rather hazy. I know that at some point filters must have been changed and photos were taken, but what I do remember is Gerard saying, "Liz, you should take the glasses off". I turned my back to the sun, whipped them off my face and when I jumped back to look at the sky, my jaw fell. It was so incredible. Oh my God, OH MY GOD, the COLOURS!" And then I was suddenly going "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" at the top of my voice and started pogo-ing up and down on the spot like an African Masai tribeswoman, not caring at all what Alan and Gerard must have thought about my rather vociferous, ebullient display. It was just so stunningly beautiful. Think of Jodie Foster's face in Contact when she travelled through the wormhole and saw the galactic core for the first time. Ok? Awesome. That was me. 

It was so ineffable, so untranslatable, to watch the perfect circle of the Moon's disc finally moving into place, and exactly covering the Sun's. The resulting diffuse flares of intensely-hued colours that began around the white-hot corona and radiated trails, filled the entire dome of the sky overhead and as far as one could see. They formed in streaks of rich fire-orange, electrically charged gold, plasma-perking purples, reds of all shades, the deepest royal blues and St Germain's violet flame. Small fiery orbs of intense orange, called Bailey's Beads, gathered and bubbled around the edges of the Moon's jagged mountain peaks and looked like liquid mercury. Stars became visible for those few moments, as did the planet Mercury, which hung like a small jewel in the sky beneath the Sun.

Nothing can prepare you for a what you see during an Eclipse. No photo can ever do it justice, no words can completely convey all the emotions that you experience or what your eyes actually see. It is like looking into the Eye of God. Here's a shot captured by Alan with the Super Lens.

Totality (returning soon)

At the end of 32 seconds, after the Moon began to move again, the first rays of light emerged again and for the briefest time, we were treated to the dazzling "diamond ring" effect that results. It's what most of the eclipse watchers as their favourite moment and I now know why.

The Diamond Ring

Physically being a part of that alignment makes you understand just how synchronised this universe is. As I watched the Moon gliding over the Sun, as our planet turned, I felt like I was a both a witness to and a part of a great galactic timing mechanism, and I was watching as the cogs were sliding perfectly into place. It stirred something so deep and ancient within me, my enduring connection to the Sun. Since the eclipse I have realised that I also have deep ties to the ancient Maya (I ene lokk like one) and now I understand that it was also the Mayan part of me that was so thrilled by it all. All I knew at the time was that I could never be the same again. 

Those Mayans I tell you, what a cool bunch. One of their seventeen or so known calendars called the Tzolkin which was standardized for Earth over 2000 years ago, possibly longer, indicates that Dec 4, 2002 is: 

13 T'zi

 13 - Ascension. Rules all other numbers.

T'zi(Dog)

Guardian of the Mountains. Wolf of the Mountains. Earth. Mother Nature.
Spiritual Law and Material Law. This means that life is governed by law.
A good day for peace and a good day for justice. Seven capital sins.
Great spiritual guides. Special energy to communicate directly with Creator. Spiritual healers.

In the Dreamspell, it's is "kin 180": Yellow Spectral Sun

This is the statement given for this day in the calendar.

I Dissolve in order to Enlighten

Releasing Life

I seal the Matrix of Universal Fire

With the Spectral tone of Liberation

I am guided by my own power doubled

I govern the crown chakra. I transport the Yellow galactic spectrum.

Looking back I realise that the rays of light I was exposing myself to were in fact carriers of particular frequencies that open usually inactive codes within our DNA, often referred to as "junk". What a crock. It's not junk, it's programs and codes that help re-install our Otherware, and we all have it in our DNA. 

All across the desert, from all the different groups of people scattered around us and beyond our line of sight came cries out to the sky like mine. People cheered, hooted, honked, laughed, screamed, clapped, cried. I could hear dogs howling. Their voices were carried by the outback winds high up into the air where they met and playfully merged with the sounds of others that had come from further away, then they dropped back down to earshot where my ears would catch them, and I could feel their wonder too. We all knew we were part of something infinitely greater than us, that we were seeing something incomparable, that we were part of some vast intelligence that permeates and synchronises the entire Cosmos.

The guys were similarly affected and started exclaiming things, which again are hazy. What is clear, is how we all just looked at each other at one point, and with crazed smiles across our faces, spontaneously hugged all at once, laughing. Then they both paced around our site afterwards saying things like, "No one can ever take this away from us. We can say WE WERE HERE", and "We saw it!" We really saw it!" and, "We can never say "Awesome" about anything else again!". I thought statements like these, especially from Gerard, were rather brave, as I couldn't imagine him having outbursts like this very often, and we all went "Yeah!" quite loudly in agreement...and we laughed that excited laugh like the one you do when you drink too much red cordial. At least I did.

I thought a lot about the unbelievable relationships of proportional size and distance that it takes to actually create a total solar or lunar eclipse from our vantage point on earth. It is not a coincidence that the Sun and Moon are the same size in the sky. The Sun is 400 times bigger than our Moon, and it also happens to be 400 times further away, making it possible for an Eclipse to occur. Unsurprisingly, I've wanted to learn a lot about sacred geometry since then and from what the astronomers are saying about the layout of the Universe, it seems nothing has been placed anywhere by accident.

We took more photos and continued to watch through the cameras or the on the projector board for at least another half an hour. The Sun had only been 14 degrees above the horizon when totality had occurred so the Sun set quickly as the last whiskers of the pinks and oranges of sunset trailed across the sky. We packed up and left there, as I continued to watch the sky out of the car's back window, for as long as any traces of light remained. By 9:15 they'd all disappeared, having been devoured by the by the encroaching darkness, and we were plunged into night once again.

Then I realised I could start looking for UFOs so I spent the next twenty minutes scouring the skies some more.

We were all still pretty high from the eclipse experience, but by that time we had settled into our own reveries and the car was silent. We decided to drive down the road a little further until we found a spot to stay at for the night. The guys figured they'd just sleep in the car, and that was fine by me. I was SO glad I'd bought that blanket, let me tell you, as it can get nippy out there in the desert, even in summer. We'd passed some lovely salt lakes on our way there during the day, but hadn't had time to stop so we decided to try and find one to make camp at. Gerard found a great spot down a dip off the road beside one of these giant salt lakes that was quietly shimmering as it reflected the starlight. As there was no moon or cloud, the stars lit up with sparkles over the black canvas of the sky. It had been awhile since I'd been out to the country and I'd forgotten just how many stars there were up there, but it was great to be reminded. I breathed in deeply and imprinted all I could about that moment into my being. The Milky Way was looking particularly milky, and when I remembered we had a telescope with us I nearly lost it.
I completely forgot all about stargazing that day, which is unusual for me. I'd wanted to bring my own telescope but knew it wasn't practical, and I hardly thought I would get the chance for sky watching without having my own transport. It was becoming more and more evident that our meeting was no accident. Every single thing that I had visualized was coming true, and I felt totally in the zone. The best part was that I could get an astronomy lesson too, something I hadn't even thought remotely possible when I left for Adelaide the night before. I'd only just begun studying backyard astronomy on my own for a few months at that stage, so I really appreciated the opportunity to learn some more from people who actually knew their stuff.
We set up a rug to sit on, a buffet was laid out on the boot of the car, and we had a fabulous starlight picnic, then Alan got to work putting the telescope back together. He'd not only painstakingly constructed the box for it, he's also done several clever modifications to the telescope itself. It was incredibly smooth to manoeuvrer and the viewfinder was mounted in such a way that made it permanently aligned to the eyepiece. Not bad compared to my clumsy thing, which was big and had a great lens, but needed constant adjusting. Gerard had a red-light torch for perusing the star map, and between them both they had all the star maps you could wish for, including a current one. I'd brought my Mighty Bright light as well so we consulted the maps for awhile under the open hood of the boot, deciding finally that we should definitely try to get a rare glimpse of the Andromeda galaxy, which was going to be low on the horizon, but still visible for a little while from where we were. It's the closest spiral galaxy to ours, and part of our local system of stars, but it's still 2.2 million light years away! 

So we began. We looked at binary star systems including Sirius A and B, the Great Square of Pegasus, found Andromeda (it looked amazing, though tiny - but who cares, I saw it with my own eyes), some pretty star clusters, a wild nebula in the Orion constellation, and loads more. We had a ball. I was completely enthralled. Alan turned to me after awhile and asked whether there was anything I would like to see, and I faltered for a minute. I tried to pull a star's name, a constellation, anything from my rather limited astronomical knowledge that I'd like to view. Then I remembered! It slipped off my tongue so easily it was like it was something I said all the time: "I'd like to see The Pleiades please". With a quick look at the sky chart, he and Gerard quickly turned the scope into position and aimed. When Alan told me I could take a look, I put my eye up to the lens.
I could not have been less prepared for the reaction that I had next. It all happened in the instant when the photons of light, carried across space for my eyes to see, entered my retina. I was greeted by the most gorgeous display of hundreds of shining points of light, like perfect tiny diamonds gleaming on black velvet, in a beautiful cluster formation, with the seven main stars of the constellation contained within my field of view. It was breathtakingly beautiful and I gasped audibly. Within nanoseconds every part of my being down to my cells, seemed jolted awake from a sleep I didn't even know I was having, resounding with the recollection that those gorgeous stars I was looking at, were my home. Yes, home. H-O-M-E. I knew it. They knew it.

My heart was pounding with my sudden recollection and tears had welled up in my eyes. I kept repeating the word home inside my head, and I wanted to cry it was so beautiful, but I had to catch myself in front of the guys, as I didn't want to come across as a complete fruitcake. I didn't even know what to think myself. I had to process this. It was happening so fast. I composed myself and I think I said something like, "Wow". It was very hard to tear myself away from the telescope after that. I just couldn't stop looking. 

I did end up taking a break though and we all sat around chatting some more, telling stories. I didn't speak about what had just happened to me. I just sat with it and tried to make some sense out of it. I really knew very little about The Pleiades then, except that they were also known as the Seven Sisters and were a favourite for stargazers. The Pleiades weren't a part of my esoteric research or knowledge base at all. I know I'd heard the name a few times over the years, but couldn't remember much just then. I don't even know how I even remembered the name. Whatever was unfolding though, one thing was undeniable. I must be going insane. 

NO, just jerkin with ya, heh.....sorry. 

Anyway, it was undeniable. I was from there.
Everything in me knew that I was somehow deeply connected to this place, but how? I resolved to do some investigating when I got home. But that night in the Australian Outback, on my planetary home, beside a huge salt lake under the stars called Lake Hart (the name could not have been more perfect), I knew that my heart had guided me on this crazy, amazing journey so that I could remember - another home, a galactic home, and it was just as real. It thrilled me to the core. I was remembering who I was.

Gerard retired early that night, and went to sleep in the driver's seat fully reclined, while Alan and I told a few more stories. I'd asked him earlier in the car if he'd ever seen any UFO's and had hinted at something but didn't really want to discuss it much. But when we were alone I asked him to tell me again and he did, reluctantly at first, but then much more engagingly, as he began describing some unusual sightings he'd had growing up on the coast in New Zealand.

These were not some pissy two second glances at a tiny little light in the sky type of sightings, his were skilfully detailed, varied, and in one case he watched some craft over a few hours. He eventually worked out that there must have been a flight path near his home because he would regularly see them all following the same course. Commercial and Air Force planes would also fly past but whenever he would ring Air Traffic Control at any of the Air Force bases or airports, he would be told that it was one of their regular flights, just a bit off schedule. Then he would say, "NO, I saw Flight Number so and so depart on time, this was something else," which always fucked them up. I heard some pretty amazing stuff and realised there was more to this funny computer guy cum action hero, than I thought. It didn't surprise me in the least that we could have something like that in common. I've always been attracted to people that despite appearances, when you scratch their surface, you find that there's a whole lot more there.

Alan declared he was sleeping outside on the rug, and I stayed up late into the night, just me, the telescope, and the stars. I finally had to go to bed when I looked directly up at the sky overhead a couple hours later, and the black void turned into a flat plasma screen and the stars became eyes, and they were all looking at, Me. That was the limit. I was able to lie down quite comfortably in the back seat if I lay on my side in the Toblerone-shaped wedge that had formed under the reclined seats from the front. I adjusted my pillow, put the blanket over me and slept like a baby. 

Since then a lot has happened, and my kin in the Pleiades are now a big part of my life. They have taught me so much. I'll write a lot more about them in later posts, trust me. 

And for the next two and a half days Gerard, Alan and myself ended up staying together. I gave them several opportunities to ditch me, but we were really having a lot of fun, and they would always invite me to stay on. We were well matched intellectually, but we all had quite different worldviews, so it was nice challenge for us to be mutually respectful of each other's ideas while trying to converse with each other as coherently as possible. We spent much time on the road exchanging ideas. If Alan slept then Gerard and I would talk about stuff and vice versa. 

They both worked as computer technicians, which is how they met, and pretty early on it became obvious that some of my ideas about reality were a little hard for them to take. They were always open-minded enough to let me speak though, and they'd bounce things off me too. We talked sporadically about some of the ideas in the CWG books and it sparked much interest and debate. I found out about a year later that Alan and Gerard had both decided to give the books a read a few months after our trip, and they did get a lot out of them, which was brilliant.
It was always reciprocally enlightening, being in their company. They were an absolute mine of information about all sorts of things and we never ran out of topics to discuss. And it wasn't long before I threw away my return bus ticket and we leisurely drove me around some of the most beautiful South Australian countryside on a very scenic route back to Melbourne. We went through quaint little towns that they'd found on previous jaunts, and I saw the constantly changing landscape from high lookouts and wide open roads. 

I've experimented with stretching time ever since I first discovered that when you fall in love, you can make a kiss last an eternity. You slip into that space that is beyond time. It's not linear and third-dimensional, it's "natural" as opposed to mechanical; it's real "fourth-dimensional" time. You make a boring flight pass more quickly if you get good at it, or you can create an atmosphere at a party where a deep, lengthy, important conversation that seems to last for hours, passes in only twenty minutes. I've always liked bending and stretching time to suit my needs and on that trip it happened constantly, but it felt out of our hands for a lot, like we were caught in a strange time-warp, so in the end we just surrendered to it. "Is that the time?" was something we ended up saying more times than I can remember. And the best part was, it wasn't just me saying it, we all were.

We "parked" out the next night in a back street of a village. We got there quite late at night, and parked the car at what appeared to be a dead end street, with no neighbours to annoy. The next morning, we were mildly shocked to discover that we'd parked only a short distance away from the municipal dump! A few curious Jersey cows had congregated at the fence beside the car as well, and from beneath thick eyelashes, they were casually eyeing its sleeping inhabitants. The next night we were in the Barossa Valley, slightly more prepared, and we woke up to a gorgeous view of a hillside covered in rows and rows of lush green grapevines and blue sunny skies. Once we got back to Victoria, we made for the Grampians, where time seemed to bend and take on a mind of its own again. No matter how we tried to stick to a schedule, or drive faster it just seemed to take a really long time to get back to the City. We saw wild deer in the mountains though, which I loved, and we used the drive to delve a little deeper into our exchanges. 

My cheeks welcomed the break from all the jokes as they'd begun to ache a little due to all the laughing, especially that last day. Alan had let loose with some of his real life death-defying adventures at around lunchtime and he had me crying with laughter a few times. 

So at around dusk, the tone changed slightly and I got to hear about a poltergeist that he'd lived with for over a year, and some other pretty far-out stuff that had happened to him. Gerard spent some time wanting to discuss the Akashic Field, so I fielded questions from both of them about that for awhile. We talked about reincarnation, dimensions of reality co-existing in the same space without knowing about each other, consciousness, the astral world, the Noetic Sciences Institute, a whole lot of stuff that I really love and it was a nice way to leave things.

We'd gone from being complete strangers to all being deeply transformed in some way by our meeting, in three and a half days. We'd trusted in our flexibility in each moment, and stretched ourselves beyond our normal comfort zones, creating or participating in large and small miracles, so it seemed, at every turn. We used our brains, which came as a great joy to me as I don't get to talk quantum physics with many of my disco friends. It's not their fault I know...but it was a nice change. I also knew that I'd helped to open up their perspective in many ways, as they did for me, in HUGE ways. My heart knew that I had been drawn to them because their soul's urge for change, and expansion, had already begun, by nudging them into unconsciously creating the conditions for me to enter their lives. I'd definitely sent out a call for them too, for the same reasons. The difference was that they had no idea I was coming along. I, on the other hand, had been certain that I would find them.

We finally made it back to Melbourne sometime around 9 pm that night. It was a lot later than we all thought we'd be back by, and we'd all been together non-stop for 3 and a half days. On our way home, I told them where I lived and it turned out that Alan lived just around the corner from me! It was nice, as dropping me off didn't pose any inconvenience at all. We swapped numbers and said our farewells amidst bear hugs and kisses goodbye. It was good to be home, back to my bed, but I could've kept going for at least another day if I'd had to. They dropped me off right to my front door.

We all knew our meeting was meant to be, and it was. We've all kept in touch too, the Dynamic Duo and I. I'm forever in their debt for everything they shared with me, for their kindness, their generosity, their jokes, and for behaving like perfect gentlemen the entire time. Men like these are really rare... but if you are one them, you should try going to an eclipse!

Otherware Alert!

I have a lot of respect for the man whose post I have just recieved via email. I would like you to read it and particpate if possible.

Subject: [DrRichBoylanReports]
A new important Group Psychic Exercise set for Saturday, March 5

Dear Friends,

Circumstances dictate that it is time for an important new Group Psychic Exercise. In the past we have done a Group Psychic Exercise to reach out telepathically in friendship to the Tall Whites Star Visitors residing at French Peak on the Nevada Test Site; and earlier around New Year's, we joined with the Native Elders in a joint psychic exercise for environmental and social peace and reharmonization.

Today, a new major issue looms: the Cabal has hijacked an innocent scientist's research and reengineered it into an unshielded device which generates a time-distortion field (time-travel portal), but which has the disastrous side-effect of causing huge tectonic plates to shift suddenly, generating enormous earthquakes, such as happened Dec. 26 at Sumatra, with its ensuing lethal tsunami.

A week ago I learned from the Zetas that the Star Nations have decided to intervene to block these dangerous Time-Distortion experimentation by the Cabal. But such intervention would need to involve the use of Earth energies, so as not to violate the Star Nations' policy of not introducing off-world energy, and so that Earth's overall balance is maintained.

It has occurred to me that we have an opportunity to supply some of that needed Earth energy the Star Visitors will utilize to mobilize people in positions of influence, and to turn the hearts of one or more inside the Cabal, so that these reckless and dangerous experiments are halted.

Our focus on Earth's rebalancing, our intention to awaken and mobilize stratetgic human leaders, our poured-forth energy to change hearts of enough within the Cabal will provide an Earth-based "carrier wave" to which the Star Visitors can add their own mental focus and abundant energies, so that the combined result will serve to halt this destructive experimentation.

Let's join together in this 15-minute Group Psychic Exercise Saturday, March 5, from 9:00-9:15 a.m. Pacific Time, (12 noon, Eastern Time), (5:00 p.m. Greenwich.Mean Time/UTC/Zulu), (3:00 a.m. Brisbane Time, sorry, mates), etc.

During this 15-minute period of meditation and/or prayer and/or energy work, our focus will be: on Earth's rebalancing, our intention to awaken and mobilize strategic human leaders, our poured-forth energy to change hearts of enough within the Cabal, to effect a halt to these lethal experiments, and to let Earth be spared further artificial wrenching.

Thank you in advance for your co-participation.

In the light,

Richard Boylan, Ph.D.

Richard Boylan, Ph.D., LLCDirector, Star Kids Project, Ltd., a 501(c)(3) nonprofit organization
P.O. Box 22310, Sacramento, CA 95822, USA1-(916) 422-7400 (PST)
E-mail: drboylan@sbcglobal.net
Website: www.drboylan.com

Dancefloor Etiquette Tip # 1

Ok, so when you decide you want to go out and cut a rug, there are certain rules one must observe whilst on the dancefloor.

1. Be respectful of others' space. Wear deodorant*.

Do not, under any circumstances, think that you're gonna score points with anyone if you're lax on the personal hygiene front. There is nothing worse than having an absolutely unreal time losing oneself on the dancefloor to some some totally slamming track, with all your friends, or even better, a lover, and then having some idiot dance nearby, flailing arms in the air, exposing the rest of us to an olfactory barrage of bad B.O. No one wants to breath your toxic, bacteria-laden armpit fumes, ok?

It is not cool to go out on Friday and still be in the same outfit on Sunday, no matter how many drugs you've had, because you probably stink, and you should go home instead of that staying at that recovery party getting it down amongst all the clean folk. And hey man, if you're a hippie, and you think that it's cool cos it's natural - well it isn't. I thought hippies were into respecting the environment. Well, hello, the dancefloor IS my environment. So kindly fuck off and have a shower.

Now onto something for the weekend...
This is my idea of slamming: Latin Boogie by Joshua

If you're ready for a little Latin Boogie of your own, I'll be on @ DROPP between 9 - 11 pm, Saturday night March 5, and entry is free but you gotta look good to get in.

You can hear House music all night long on Saturday nights @ DROPP, Candy Bar, 168 Greville St, Prahran.

* Find deodorants without the aluminium, and you'll be doing yourself a big favour. High levels of this element are found in sufferers of Alzheimers & Parkinson's Disease, and I believe it's also why the incidence of breast cancer is so high these days. Think about it, if you're spraying yourself with that crap, plus eating and drinking out of alumium cans, foil take-away containers and cooking with foil, day in day out, how does your body get rid of it all? It doesn't. It just accumulates in your body and your brain, and before you know it, you're Michael J Fox (yeah the guy sponsored by Pepsi). He was drinking cans of the diet version every day which is even worse because it also has aspartame in it (eek). I use organic Miracle Soap products, and spray a Thai deodorant crystal with their Neutraliser. It works a treat, and is very cheap in the long run.

New Year's Day 2005

I've posted this photo to pay homage to one of the best New Year's Day parties I've ever played and partied at. This year's event was the second year running at The Stokehouse, on the beach in St Kilda, and Ruby "Gaylord" had outdone herself with the most fabulous turn-out in attendance. One of the hottest venues with 250 of the hottest tastemakers in town, and I was playing the second last set. Cool.

Here I am draped over some of my dearest friends in the world, Gina, Matthew and Queenie. We were all looking a little bit cheeky that day, no?

They, along with around 250 others made this New Year's Day one of the most special days ever, and if you were there too - THANK YOU.

A-Dub's Hip Hop Corner

There aren't that many really funny women that end up becoming well-known comics, but I have made it my mission to try and find some of the best. One of the funniest women I have ever come across is April Winchell, and although she's not really very well known outside L.A., she's a huge star to me. She's right at the top of the "My Girls" links.
I call her a "Goddess", which usually means that if I had the chance, I'd probably fuck her.

When I first found out about her I kept her a secret for months. I didn't want to share her with anyone, unless they happened to come home with me after a big Saturday night, and then I'd hit them with her radio show. It was so great for me because it would be on here at around midday Sunday, which is Saturday night in L.A., so I could stagger home with my records, have a shower, crash out on the bed and lie there for the next three hours giggling madly while I listened. I was totally addicted.

I crumbled after a few months though and finally started telling my friends, and made a Best of April cd for them to listen to (it took hours to compile because her archives are so full of great moments), and now a whole tribe of April fans has sprung up down here so I don't feel so alone in my adoration. Now when I go visit my friends they are SINGING and DOING SHOWS to some of the music they've found on her multimedia page, and play me stuff from her site that I haven't even heard, God bess them. My friend Tristan does the most amazing performance of "Pork Chops" that has possibly ever been, or will ever be, performed by anyone, ever.

I found April by accident. I have a link on my sidebar to the Coast to Coast radio show, and I listen to it practically every day on the internet. This was in 2002 before I became a Coast subscriber and I used to listen to a big LA broadcaster, KFI, to get the Coast to Coast show when it came over live on their web stream, but one Sunday morning I had been out all night DJing and partying, got home, turned the computer on, rolled a joint and got really comfy on the bed for my daily dose of "the edge", perfect for the headspace I was in. I must have tuned in a couple of hours early because instead of the familiar electro-disco bassline of Giorgio Moroder's "Midnight Express" to signal the beginning of Coast, I heard this crazy chicken yodel song, and April came on. At first I didn't really listen but then she was saying someone called in about a celebrity sighting in downtown Hollywood late at night, which will always catch my attention, about an aging actor who'd been spotted buying adult diapers at an all-night chemist, then she launched into a new segment called "A-Dub's Hop Hop Corner", which was a 2 minute "rap" that April would do using proper hip-hop gangsta language, but she would talk in her normal Jewish-American accent about really mundane things like having to find an outfit to wear for a Bar Mitzvah that weekend. Besides "What is Schaef wearing?" it was my favourite part of her show. Anyway, within the first five minutes she had me nearly wetting my pants she was so funny. Her show was so original, so eccentric, so well-produced in a haphazard kind of way, so crazy, so unlike anything I had ever heard before, and she covered all sorts of trashy stuff, it was unreal.

Over time I found out that her mother was a Hollywood showgirl and her father was a famous children's show TV host that did a ventriloquist act with a wooden dummy called Jimmy in the 60's.
And her best friend is gay, so how could I not love her?

I've also gotten to know some of her other obbsessed fans via her Yahoo group, who are a bunch of bloody comedians themselves.

I don't know if I can do the show justice by just describing it. You really need to go there and have a listen but if you like entertainment news, hilarious, quirky music from all over the world (especially songs featuring chickens), Americans who can laugh at themselves and their culture, and trash, then you'll probably love her too.

Around a year after I discovered her, she was axed from KFI as part of the ongoing effort by the media corporations to keep the American public as dumbed down as possible (she is WAY too smart), and to make way for a "best of" show of re-runs from one of their weekday hosts, much to the dismay of her many fans. A couple of months later she was invited by Mr KABC at another LA station to join him every second Friday to co-host his show, which she has been doing ever since, and although it's great to still have her on the air, I really miss those days when she was doing the show alone.

Navigating April's site:
1. Her radio show archives are free and the best stuff is pre-Dec 2002.
2. Her second anniversary show with her best friend Roy is a scream, and a great place to start.
3. Her multimedia page has untold treasures and should be explored courageously.
4. Her blog is updated regularly and is extremely funny.
5. One of my favourite pages is the one named "Whoring".

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Please click on the flyer above for details about the upcoming Melbourne screening of "911 In Plane Site - the Director's Cut".

If you missed out the first time, or have only just heard about this DVD, then it's really worth a look.

It caused quite a stir in the US after the release of the the original DVD late last year, and people from all over the world contacted host Dave Von Kleist with even more damning footage and video evidence, which is now included in this release. Disturbing information regarding the whereabouts of Flight 93 has also come to light.

If you're in town, book a ticket and please come down to the show. Otherwise, get your very own copy here. And I'm not being paid to say that either...