Te ao Māori: The synergy between women and the land
Exit From The Matrix: the stage-play of Self and the global mystery
by Jon Rappoport
March 31, 2018
Consider that everything happening on planet Earth is an enormous stage play.
The mystery is: what is the theme? What is the payoff? What is the climax?
And even more deeply, what is the role of Self, the individual, in this play?
The key phrase is “in this play.” Because most people are, indeed, inside the play. They have roles. They may not be aware of the parts they’re playing, but that doesn’t change the situation or the dilemma.
How unusual would it be if, in a theater, in a city, citizens were led on to a stage to audition for parts—and the director said, “Well, we want you in this production, but we can’t show you the script. We can’t tell you your role. You’ll just have to feel your way…
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I have always been a walker, a wanderer, an observer of nature large and small. Each morning as I head off with B.B. (Billy Bounce my life coach ) my eyes touch softly on plants and birds and animals and insects. It is a joy to stop and observe and even communicate with these beings.
But it continually surprises me how few people allow themselves the time to see the life around them. Many times a neighbour or stranger striding past will stop and (if they are brave enough) ask quietly “what are you looking at?” And when I point it out they are delighted too. But how can folk walk around and just not see, that astonishes me.
Recently I have connected with a young woman who is a trained teacher and who is exploring the idea of Forest Schooling, or Wilding or what ever title you give it. It is an incredible concept I hope to learn more about and maybe find a role as a Nana-storyteller or Nana-play companion.
Quite exciting for me. As basically the concept seems like what I used to call common sense parenting. I treasure my memories of the freedom of school holidays when ever schedule was thrown aside and the days were our own. We could choose pjs all day, or forest fantasy adventures or ANYTHING.
Looking forward to how this develops
The power of love ❤️
In the late 1980s, Lieserl, the daughter of the famous genius, donated 1,400 letters, written by Einstein, to the Hebrew University, with orders not to publish their contents until two decades after his death. This is one of them, for Lieserl Einstein.More can be found about Lieserl here
…”When I proposed the theory of relativity, very few understood me, and what I will reveal now to transmit to mankind will also collide with the misunderstanding and prejudice in the world.
I ask you to guard the letters as long as necessary, years, decades, until society is advanced enough to accept what I will explain below.
There is an extremely powerful force that, so far, science has not found a formal explanation to. It is a force that includes and governs all others, and is even behind any phenomenon operating in the universe and has not yet been…
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Teaching our children to read, think and reason
Suppose you write to your child and then remember he can’t read?
by Jon Rappoport
March 5, 2018
You wouldn’t want to be that kind of parent.
But schools can preempt you. They can bring your child along, all the way to graduation from high school—and it turns out he’s illiterate.
I want to describe several levels of illiteracy that afflict the young. There are more, but I’ll focus on three.
One: At age 16, he can’t read words and understand them beyond, say, a fourth grade level. He can’t read an article. He can’t read a food label. He can’t read a sign at a pond that says swimming is dangerous.
Two: He can read a newspaper article at a 10th grade level. He knows what most of the words mean. But he doesn’t know what the author is saying—he doesn’t know and can’t explain what each…
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Please click on this link and scroll down through the timeline. It might help give clarity on the reality of this issue
This time of year is a challenging time for me and has been for several decades. A month and a day after the xmas silly season ends up looms the conflict that is Australia Day.
Let me state outright. I yearn for a day I can joyfully and whole heartily celebrate living on this incredible land. To celebrate Australia Day without any reservations. But the current date set down as the day is one that causes great ongoing pain and trauma to too many of my friends. Many if these friends too have told me they would love to joyfully celebrate an Australia Day, but not this date that is steeped in do much cultural pain. This group of my friends are Aboriginal people.
I do also state clearly that while I was not born on this ground I have lived here for longer than any other place and I have chosen to make this my home and I am incredibly grateful that I have been granted citizenship and I truly cherish this.
Below is the summary of my musings over a long period of years and after many open frank discussions with people on this subject, some folk think along similar lines as myself others have quite different thoughts. So I respectfully share my thoughts here written in a sort of Judy-Prose-Poem.
Australia Day Living:
Past wrongs must always be righted
They fester and ulcerate and eat away at the very fabric of relationships
It doesn’t even matter if you involved personally within the original wrong
Because if you are within any relationship with an unresolved wrong you are either contributing to the increase of pain or assisting in the healing process
This applies to all areas of your life
Be it your private, personal relationships
Within your family relationships
Within your work community
Within your wider community and social interactions
Or even within your Nations interaction and history
And further still, right out to our place in the world and on this earth
And perhaps, even further than that.
We each have a responsibility to choose
Whether we are part of the healing or part of the continuing, growing hurt.