Ka Ta See

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Violence in movies, in video games, in our homes, in our streets, in our words, our thoughts, our feelings and on and on.

You could say we are a species based on violence.

Of course we’re all civilized and don’t pull a gun when people cut us off in traffic, but be honest, how easily do we get riled up when jerks violate us in traffic.

Kay and I love movies, it’s our place to go and relax and just be with and enjoy each other while we’re sharing the experience of watching a story unfold.

We don’t watch a whole lot of movies or TV shows, most of them perpetuate the world’s mask agendas, especially TV shows, but there are a few.

One of our favorite TV shows is Stargate.

Yes, it’s violent, at times, and it’s military and it’s saving the world and the galaxy over and over and over, but who’s counting.

The main story line, which changes in later seasons, is about an all powerful nemesis, a parasitic race called the Goa’uld which implants itself in humans, they take humans as hosts and are bent on ruling the galaxy, the universe actually.

When a human is taken as a host the parasitic creature takes over completely.

The host survives, but is so suppressed into the background it has no influence on the life of the creature which is using it’s body.

Once inside a human, the Goa’uld takes complete control and the person’s consciousness is suppressed, never, or rarely to be seen or heard of again.

Sound familiar?

Well, it should.

Our masks do the same thing.

Not quite as obvious as the Goa’uld, but the same purpose and effect.

Every time we run a mask our life is taken over by a parasite and we have no say or control left.

Come to think of it, masks are even more devious than the Goa’uld.

Masks continue to give us the feeling that we are in control, so they are much more covert in taking complete control of our lives. We relinquish all our power without even realizing we are doing it.

They make us believe we are free. They make us believe we are in control. They make us believe we have all the power. They make us believe we own our power. When in reality, nothing could be further from the truth.

The reality is, we are so out of control and blind as a bat, it’s not even funny.

Our masks get in our driver’s seat and we go to sleep in the back row of the bus, totally drugged out, not caring where we are or where we’re going.

I often hear people say they don’t watch violent movies or TV shows because they don’t like violence. Yet, the most violent thing of all, the greatest violation of all, is going on right inside each of us.

We all have our own versions of a Goa’uld, or several of them, inside of us and they’ve fooled us so completely we’re utterly convinced this is who and what we are.

In reality, our sense of Song, our sense of self is completely buried, we have no idea who we are or what our purpose is in this life, except for what our masks, our Goa’ulds, make us believe.

That’s the most violent thing of all, that’s the most gross violation of our being, our Song, that can ever be perpetrated on us and we allow it to happen like there is nothing to it. We’re not even aware of it and often complicit in perpetuating our mask’s, our master’s, agendas.

Violence is horrific no matter which kind and no matter how you look at it.

But the next time you talk about not going to see a movie or show because it’s so violent, consider the violence which is going on inside of you right now.

And, here is the kicker, most spiritual teachings perpetuate this agenda of giving up your sense of self, your Song, for “the greater good” and far too many of us take on and follow that agenda blindly.

It’s easy, it’s real easy, to go to sleep, to give up our sense of self and to become just a part of something supposedly “greater”, or melt away into the collective. Or so it seems.

“Become one with everything.”

“We are all the same.”

“You are me and I am you.”

“Surrender to the will of the divine.”

“We are all one.”

These are only a few examples of how we are lured into denying our exploration of self and while they all sound so spiritual and evolved and full of great intentions, they are all designed to take control of our consciousness, lure us into giving away our power and sense of self, our Song, obey orders and go to sleep in the back of the bus.

All these things and many more “highly evolved and spiritual” blind beliefs are a violation of and an affront to the sanctity of my Song and I will not allow them to create a foothold in my life ever again.

I used to blindly believe many of these things in the past. No longer. Not anymore.

Don’t be fooled, these things are among the most violent things which have been perpetrated on us for centuries upon centuries and are still propagated the world over, all in the name of spirituality.

Don’t be fooled, don’t be implanted with another version of a Goa’uld.

Don’t just blindly believe these things because they sound so spiritual and whoever is perpetrating them has a great many followers and has you convinced you should blindly believe them.

Learn to know yourself. Learn to know your Song. Learn to know your truth and find out what is real and what is just another (spiritual) way designed to violate you.

It’s not as easy to discern as you might think.

It takes work and effort to stop the violation and stop the perpetrators.

It takes work to take responsibility and stop going to sleep. It takes character and commitment to take a stand, to take responsibility for our own thoughts and actions and to set out to find out what is real and what is merely another grand set of blind beliefs, a grand scheme to continue to keep us asleep and suck our power away from us.

But, if we want to stop being violated, this is what it takes, this is the challenge. This is the adventure.

So we have a choice to make.

To blindly continue to accept the spiritual soap opera which is playing out in front of us as real, or to go find out for ourselves who really does have our best interest in mind.

Who really truly wants for us to wake up and live awake and know and live our truth as equals amongst the stars and not just another way to violate us, keep us asleep, and take our power so they can be our superiors and can do with us as they please.

Not really a choice at all.

Love and Song,

Helmut

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In honor of Mother’s Day we share an experience I had during a ceremony when my stepmom was passing.

Death is an important part of our lives as well as any shamanic practice. You may remember our sharing of “With Every Death There Is A Gift”.

Don’t mistake this as a strange obsession with death, this is a celebration of life in it’s deepest, most passionate form.

At the time I was participating in an Egyptian Forgiveness Ritual. During the ceremony my attention was pulled away to my stepmother’s hospital room. Here is the story that unfolded:

It was the middle of the afternoon and I was participating in a very ancient Egyptian group ceremony called The Forgiveness Ritual. My stepmother was near the end of her life lying in a hospital bed hundreds of miles away.

I was the only one of the family who couldn’t get there. I had sent a spirit helper to be with Dad and Lou and asked the helper to get me when Lou was passing.

In the middle of the Forgiveness Ritual my attention was taken by a huge wave of sadness. I turned my attention towards the wave and knew it was coming from my father.

I went to my father’s side and everything in the room was quite dark, but I saw him. He was beside the bed in the hospital room where my stepmother was lying. He looked like he might be sitting.

Her vital signs had stopped. She was starting to move out of her body. Dad seemed as if he had bent over. Other family members were in the room, one very close to Lou on the other side, and a few were out in the hall.

There was faint moving light around each of them except Lou. But even with this faint light they were all very dim and difficult to see, especially once Lou began to stand up outside of her body.

As she stood up she was quite bright, glowing, giving off a lot of light making the rest of the room and the people seem very dark. A group of other brightly glowing people became visible behind her and a very pleasing bright light filled the area behind them, but Lou was the brightest.

As Lou began to separate from her body she moved slowly and purposefully. She looked so lovingly into Dad’s face for a long moment. And then I noticed one of the bright figures moving closer to them as glowing energy whisped from this being in their direction.

Lou stood up next to Dad, with her hands on his shoulders. She spoke with him, smiling, and he stood up facing her. Everything about them showed how much they loved and adored each other.

Once Dad stood up he was much brighter. I realized that I must be looking at his spirit.

I could no longer see the walls of the hospital room. The other “living” people in the room were now so dark they were almost impossible to see, but I could feel them.

Lou’s intense love and appreciation for all the people in the room was tangible like the showering water from a river. She looked at each person there, one at a time, and she’d say, “Oh! There’s my son!” And this huge wave of glowing light and colors poured out of her to him, bathing him. “And there’s Mary!” And another gushing wave would come from her and engulf Mary. “And there’s George!”

She was so excited to see and engage each and every one.

After a time Lou turned to face me. “Oh! I’m so glad you made it!” And the river covered me like a waterfall.

She looked younger, healthy, happy, free of pain and incredibly vibrant. She never stopped smiling. Her skin was wonderfully full of vitality and she had clear, clear, sparkling eyes.

Her uniqueness, her personage, bubbly and excited, radiated out, filling the room and everyone. There was so much love and satisfaction and gratefulness coming from her.

She told me how much she loved me and my family and appreciated us being in her life. She said that our love for her has meant a great deal to her.

As I talked with her I experienced an entire feeling and understanding about what she had to say that was much greater than what could fit into the words used.

She said that she wanted to leave sooner and she had been anxious about making things hard for people with her illness or her dying and that she had sadness at the thought of losing everyone; but most of all she was worried about Dad. She didn’t want him to be so sad or in such pain.

But now her understanding changed: she stopped having that sadness or sense of loss. She said that nothing was being lost and she wasn’t really going to be “gone”.

And she said that one of the things she really wanted to do was to make contact with each and every one of her family and friends individually, even if they weren’t aware of it, to tell them all how much she loved and enjoyed them and appreciated them being in her life.

She had a good feeling of completion now, in having done that. She said that it meant so much to her that so many had come to say good bye in her last days. It made it so much easier to be able to go.

She told me she was leaving now. She was going to go someplace and visit around, but would be back often, especially to visit Dad. She felt very confident that he would know when she was there.

She said, also, that from her perspective, even waiting the years till we lived out our lifetimes was not really long, that we would all be joining her and be able to be together there. She said she was excited about the places that she was going to go to and those she would get to see. She was about to leave on the first chapter of a great adventure.

The third bright figure, the spirit person that had moved close, I was surprised to realize was my birth mother. She had come to comfort Dad and to greet and assist Lou in any way that she might need in her crossing.

Of the three figures Lou was the brightest. Mom was also touching Dad by his shoulder. Mom said she would come and visit Dad, also, from time to time. Bright and loving energy poured out of her to Dad and Lou and others in the room. She looked beautifully clear, strong, healthy, and very happy.

Mom smiled at me. We were so happy to see each other. It felt like no time had ever passed.

There were two different lights coming from Lou, Mom, Dad, and the spirit people standing inside the light in the background. One was a self-luminous out-pouring of steady white-gold light.

The other light moved in waves like mist and flames that sparkled with bits of colors; it rolled and poured outward from them touching each of the “living” people in the room and myself.

Lou told me she hoped the family would gather together for Thanksgiving and Christmas. She asked me to keep in touch with my Dad and take good care of him.

The bright spirit people behind Dad, Lou and Mom were all very active and happy, milling around amongst themselves, and watching everything going on in the room. A great deal of unconditional love radiated from them to Lou and everyone in the room.

There were the sounds of voices talking very, very quietly in the background and a kind of soft, soothing, musical sound, also very faint, coming from the area of the group and the light behind them.

They had stepped out of the light to come into the room and they would leave accompanying Lou by walking back into the light. Lou looked around at all the different people and spirits in the room, happy to see them, interacting with one then another.

The Forgiveness Ceremony had ended where I was, and Lou, Mom and I agreed that it was time for me to bring all my attention back there. I told Lou and Mom how much I loved them and I would see them again just as Lou said.

My attention left the hospital room as Lou was still looking around and interacting. I felt so blessed and honored, so enriched.

As soon as the ceremony was officially completed and I was able to leave for a phone, I called the hospital to tell Dad and the family what had happened and found out that Lou had died minutes before, during the same moments that I was experiencing being with her.

Death can teach us so much, if we let it. One thing that death can bring is to remember to cherish every moment because it will never come again.

Happy Mother’s Day!

Love and Song,

Kay