Having just finished reading “Set Free: A Life Changing Journey from Banking to Buddhism in Bhutan”, I realise suddenly that finding others people’s stories like this is terribly important to me and I am actively looking for more like this. Perhaps it is a sign that I am ready to “join up” with other people, even if only so far as noticing similar patterns in our experiences and smiling quietly to see those patterns in motion. I make a particular point of saying this because, at the end of her book, Emma Slade its author describes how she hesitated to write it, for fear that it was “egoic” to share her own story like this…which is the very same wobble that often gives me pause when I write my intimately personal blogs. Yet, thankfully, her lama gave her the unequivocal go-ahead and I, too, over-ride my own self-doubts…repeatedly…to keep going along this track of speaking out (a trait of the sacred feminine) since it feels to me that sharing the journey of awakening could be the most important thing that I am doing with my life (apart from taking the journey itself…). As above, I really hope that increasing numbers of people are prepared to hold their spiritual journeys somewhat less close to the chest in order to share since I suspect the time has come when we really need the encouragement of each other. We long to sense that we are not alone on these very intense personal journeys and to notice the patterns; for in those patterns, and the making conscious of them, we give even more wind to our collective sails.
For in this personal account, though I have been through nothing so dramatic as its author (who was held at gun point in a hotel room in Jakarta, Indonesia on a business trip during her banking career, catalysing her transformation), I found so many patterns of my own journey. Most interesting of all, I notice so many similar timings, which I can’t help observing match the incoming rhythms of the Eighth and Ninth waves coming in (as did my own breakthrough events); that evolutionary pattern that I keep writing about as per the book “The Nine Waves of Creation” by Dr Calleman. Because, if we are really in a new wave of creation as of 2011 (preceded by another potent wave that arrived in 1999) and that wave is evolving us as rapidly as some of us believe, compared to previous waves, then we can expect ever more breakthrough stories like mine and Emma Slade’s to rise to the surface.
The seminal event at gunpoint that started the process of forming cracks in the corporate life in finance that was Emma’s occurred in September 1997, during the pre-wave of the Eighth Wave (about the same time that my own life was mid free-fall triggered by a series of emotional traumas and abuses, including the deaths of both parents, a rape and a pretty life-eroding longterm relationship; in fact my mother’s cancer was diagnosed that very September). For Emma, the death of her father had served as another awakening of sorts, a sort of pre-wave of her own, forcing upon her the consideration of what death is; perhaps also a certain amount of misgivings about how we handle death in western culture, not to mention how we handle love (these words could be mine: “As a family we were not very verbally expressive and certainly the L word was not bandied around”). These considerations rocked my world too, beginning the process of feeling like a misfit in our society in a way that formed subtle but important fissures in the calcified rock around my heart…only waiting to be prised wider to let even more light in. I think its fair to say that one way or the other, by the end of the 1990s (shortly after the activation of the Eighth Wave in 1999 – marking the return of the sacred feminine) many of us were unwittingly poised for the door to fly off its hinges and for something very new to happen.
Do these kinds of breakthrough journey often begin with PTSD as that is something that, so clearly, happened here and it is something I had been long-ago forced to consider relating to my own breakdown and subsequent healing journey; for this was no simple trauma I was dealing with, it ran incredibly deep, like I had been saving it up for many lifetimes in order to gain maximum effect when it happened. I had never before associated PTSD with “entrapment” as Emma refers to in her book and yet, if I had to nail what afflicted me in the 1990s, it was that very thing; on every side of my ridiculously self-enravelled existence, I felt utterly, irredeemably trapped by circumstance and bound up in my heart. Nor had I ever before come across such an overt reference to a connection between PTSD and breakdown of memory…though this was surely part of my own experiences, to a very large degree. The severe brain fog episodes that accompanied the early years of my health breakdown were horrific yet (in the long run) served me amply as they enabled me to, as it were, reformat the way I thought and processes experience; to start all over again since I could no longer rely on the intellect that had become my mainstay until that point. Its as though (in both cases) we were being primed or softened to receive the blast of light that came next; a quality that I have observed before yet this was the first time I had heard someone else describe pretty-much the same thing to such a similar timeline.
Like Emma, I thought at first (having been an incredibly determined person, accustomed to thinking my way out of any situation) that “like a little girl screwing up her eyes and clenching her fists…I could make it all OK” but I simply found I couldn’t do it that way anymore; not without dismantling and restructuring my priorities, letting intellect be the servant and not the driver from now on, which is exactly what Emma talks about in this book. Brick by brick, the life she had built upon her intellect, a high paying corporate job and all its incumbent lifestyle trappings had to be – necessarily – dismantled to make room for something else that was clearly wanting to be let in. In my own way, I watched that old world disintegrate as I completely gave up both my corporate and self-employed work (thus all financial independence) and surrendered myself to the unknown plan that my health conundrum seemed to have in mind for me; and all this on top of the ups and downs of parenting a very young child (more on that powerful catalyst below). It’s what the Eighth wave can feel like at first; a turn-turtle upon all the familiar values of the previous wave, all the things you once thought were important and by which you defined yourself. You are forced to take down all the trappings of the old life (an illusory life, or so it turns out…like a stage set made out of cardboard)…and into all that clear space flows the very thing that has been waiting to come in all along.
So Emma gave up her corporate career and found yoga (as I did somewhat later); travelling off around the world in search of teachers and becoming one herself…or at least until another life shake-up prompted her to reconsider corporate employment for a time. Like her, in the early stages (before my health came crashing down) I attempted a career change to address what I was feeling happen to me; endured many months counselling with a career’s advisor in a small wood panelled office close to St Paul’s Cathedral in search of answers that just weren’t forthcoming, as vehemently as I summoned them (for there were no logical answers to what I should be doing with my life). Emma finds herself purchasing a brightly coloured book advising her to list all the things she liked to do best and turn them into a career (much the same advice that I received). “Right, so: walking, finding fossils on the beach, being quiet, swimming. It was hard to see how those things would pay off a mortgage” she observes; and ditto for me. So many of us hit this place where nothing short of a complete breakdown of circumstance, done for us (it can even appear as though it is being “done to us”) will suffice to take us across the seemingly uncrossable mental gap…for her, the birth of a son with ADHD and for me the all-consuming crash and mystery of fibromyalgia that wouldn’t take no for an answer.
Then, here’s another stage I recognise: “My empathy skills were at an all-time low – how can you put yourself in the place of another when you are so lost yourself? I must have seemed selfish and disinterested”. Me too; I became terribly self-absorbed at first…and yet, I have learned, this pulling inwards is a necessary stage as you learn to love self like the seed in the dark that you are tending, so that a new shoot can grow. Everything can feel like a threat at that stage; the world full of assailants, hazards and toxins, you feel “shrunken, like one of those peat-bodies”, your body always, as she so accurately observes, feeling the cold. Yet…as long as you don’t loose yourself to this enhanced paranoia, the self that emerges through the need to find alternate things in common with “other” and “environment” than what is apparent in the material world is an expansive self that is ready for a new paradigm and to see beyond all the trappings.
As I mentioned, we both found yoga…and learned about the layers of body; of memories stored up from other lifetimes. “Whenever I bent forwards to put the crown of my head on the floor I could feel the openness of my neck exposed and my heart quickening. It seemed there were more memories, from other times. This posture showed me the layers of time stored up in my physical body, the layers packed like within an earthen pit; there they all still were”. As any regular readers of my blogs will know, I also found piles of memory stored up in my body and in the earth beneath my feet, especially in England; it’s a compacted, compressed feeling living here, like tightly packed crystalline boxes of human experience which it can feel as though I am channelling, recognising “like” with the like in my body’s own stored memories then realising them as sensations and insight. Emma describes her relief on going to Australia to discover that “the country’s remoteness gave it the feeling that it had developed along a different, unique trajectory and that felt good. The weight of centuries of European buildings piling up on each other was a long way away”. I explored these east-west differences (and I suspect they are to do with much more than how tightly packed our buildings are…) in my recent post The Point of it All: Memory Shared which explores the very different (scientifically confirmed) crystalline structures at the core of the planet in the east compared to the western hemisphere and the way that I suspect we have stored our collective memories in the earth.
One breakthrough experience that she describes made me gasp for how astonishingly similar it was to some of my own experiences, mental diagrams I have tried to refer to in this blog and my long-running preoccupation with spirals and DNA; in her case catalysed by sun shining through droplets of water from a sprinkler in a municipal park: “Strands were interwoven like an undulating piece of cloth lying down or the strands of DNA structure standing up. Time continuing, spiralling on, with all things connected. It was clear we all have the chance to carry forward the wisdom we have gained or to decide not to. We can or we cannot, but it seemed best that we did; the threads in the cloth could reach across, make their connection and not get lost”.
Even then, in 2001, she wasn’t quite there yet…but things were about to get interesting; with a “one step back two forwards” kind of rhythm that I was also caught up in at the time. There was even an attempt to go back to the “old” corporate life and a job that gave her “clear tasks to undertake…the simplicity of living in the analysing focussed left-brain world” and, guess what, in that very same year, in an attempt to stabilise things and reclaim some sense of order for myself and my daughter, so did I (yes, part of me enjoyed slipping on those business suits)… but a new momentum was already running under the surface and it was only a matter of time before it showed above as even more cracks in the pavement. We both left that corporate world somewhat abruptly (in my case, once and for all and, in hers, to give birth to her son) in the same month – July 2006. That timing feels significant – for it was the final build-up of momentum for the fifth day of the eight wave that came in 2007…its seminal point (as is the fifth day of each wave of evolution – see footnotes and diagram below) and here we were, poised and more than ripe to undergo a major rebirth in our personal evolution paths.
There was a sense of stasis for me after 2006, like I was living in a holding space, a seedling beneath the earth awaiting the first warmth from the sun. My health was a heinous mess and I had no choice but to pull inwards while my body played tug and push with my daily experiences and my commitment to parenthood (a source of much soul-searching given how much these often seemed to clash, with the added complications of a child who is super-sensitive and not always very straightforward compared to other kids). However, having been forced to completely give up work due to my health, at least I was now able to concentrate fully on parenthood in a way that would not have been remotely possible if I had been as stressed and hard-working as I was before; something which, without exaggeration, has altered the trajectory of my daughter’s life since I significantly altered (you could say “softened”) my parenting style as a result. In Emma’s case, she was at first bringing up a child with special needs and commuting to work in London then running her own yoga business whilst beginning to explore Buddhism; another tug and push yet one that paid off.
We both seem to have awoken a previously subtle level of spiritual curiosity around this time and I agree, rather than finding conflict between parenthood and the spiritual path, I discovered like her that “the path of a parent requires the greatest commitment to love and patience. In this way it seemed to offer the chance to free yourself of the self-centred trap”. I have long-held (and written about) the viewpoint that the birth of my daughter was my first wake-up call; the primal scream of self-awakening and Emma agrees “The act of giving birth itself seemed to have begun he process. Having stretched and pushed and screamed to get that new life felt like the shedding of an old self”. I suspect that many of us are rebirthing ourselves as we birth our children during this post Eighth-wave era that has the feminine aspect fully activated once more. In this way, parenthood is serving as an instrument of a much vaster global rebirth, as it was always intended to (but which was deactivated or, actually, filtered out of our experience in the previous eras, when the birthing process was made secret, fear-inducing and increasingly distasteful or even turned into an artificial intervention by way of a fad that made c-sections and epidurals the very thing women thought they wanted). As women learn not to fear but, rather, to revere their reproductive capacities we activate this rebirthing process in ourselves whilst reclaiming the feminine aspect from eons of suppression by bathing it in the light of our awe; realising parenthood (for both parents) as a spiritual process and an instrument for achieving deeper understanding. In Emma’s opinion, parenthood is “not one of the five-forms of yoga but maybe it should be” and I agree, it has been massively instrumental in my journey of awakening. In her case, it was the “big shovel” that dumped her “100 per cent on to a spiritual path”. In my case, it was a combined effort between that and all those weird and wonderful challenges going on in my body (the one thing keeping me from utterly surrendering to the other, which I might have been more inclined to do had I not had a daughter to take care of).
Then, of course, 2011 was a very big year, for both of us and no less the world as it marked the arrival of the Ninth Wave. My account is that I “woke up” with a blast of internal light in March that year (my “big” spiritual awakening moment mentioned many times before in my posts), which not only set me off on a very obvious spiritual trajectory but also fed into an understanding that I could physically thrive, in spite of my health challenges, by reclaiming this new place of inner harmony and living closer to its design (begun in earnest as a self-devised food, supplement and lifestyle program in October of that year). It was in October 2011 (the all-important fifth day of the Ninth Wave; see footnotes) that Emma Slade took the first of many journeys to Bhutan and fell in love with the place in a way that utterly changed her life; a very different life to the one where she was involved in banking. We were both well on our way now and life hasn’t looked the same, for either of us, since.
I also can’t help noticing how we both arrived in a place that meant having one foot in each hemisphere, as it were, after that (which is, in essence, what the Ninth Wave is all about; achieving unity consciousness). I have chronicled my own yin-yang adventures and my many thoughts about east and west very throughly in this blog; whilst noticing how I now tend to prefer “living in” the right hemisphere these days whereas “left” is where I once, resoundingly, lived. Emma too; living in England, she found herself drawn to Bhutan more and more once this particular door was opened. As she first allowed herself to delve deeper into Buddhism, shaving her head and taking on different clothes, she couldn’t help noticing how happy she was “having one foot in the East and one in the West” until, before too long, she was happiest dressing like this all the time and, now renamed Pema Deki (Blissful Lotus), was excited to take on the lifetime commitment of becoming a Buddhist nun.
And yet….I can’t help comparing…we both still find our left-brained skills serve us very well and, somehow, come into their own more than ever within the new right-brained context that we use them in (I am fascinated by this, especially as an artist, and it has become a preoccupation of my writing themes). There’s a telling moment when Emma is interviewing a potential new helper for her charity and throws down the gauntlet for him to drop everything and come with her, immediately, if he really wants to help. “It was the closest I’d come in a long time to reclaiming my corporate-world brain. The speed of the decision was driven by the commitment to make this charity a real success”. Later she explains how “its now more than ever that I am grateful for the analytical background I acquired in the corporate world. It gives me confidence to ask the necessary questions about the ideas and figures until I’ve got the full picture”. Even her wording here reminds me of my own take on how the left-brain is useful in my approach to the “pictures” that I am working on; and I find its input invaluable as a writer of extremely abstract themes. I have long suspected that our true power lies in the ability to marry the best qualities of these two sides of ourselves together; left and right, east and west, both working together as one. Yet who would have ever imagined the corporate banker (as she once was) taking note of synchronicities…such as a rainbow on her path…to indicate that her project has got off to a good start. Just as she now struggles to imagine how the brusque and stylish person that she once was, dashing from meeting to meeting, would have responded to the person she now is (would she have even noticed herself if they passed in the hotel lobby?), I have that same difficulty imagining how the “me” of a decade-plus ago would have coped with what I have become. Would that version of me have despised my current life choices, my laid-back dress sense, my alcohol-free vegetarian diet, the absence of a typical social life and of television, my seeming lack of ambition or materialism, my relative withdrawal from the conventional world? I’m not sure they would have known what to say to each other in the unlikely circumstance that they had ever got chatting in the first place (though the odds are quite slim); and when I look at those old photos of myself, they are like a completely different person with a harder face, a far less-ready smile and much less light behind the eyes.
Training diligently for this life as a nun (building all-new neurological pathways…which has been so fundamental to my health-recovery journey), Emma was confronted with having to recognise all the mental habits that tend to hold us prisoner in our lives (and which are so typical of the western way of life). She uses the Buddhist analogy (one I had not heard before) of the bee trapped in the glass vase…trapped in the circles of suffering known as samsara. No less, I have written endlessly about circles transformed into spirals and used the analogy of the butterfly trapped behind glass as my core metaphor for the last few years, exploring this idea repeatedly in my art, my photography and my writing as one of the most compelling themes that I am drawn to work with. As the penultimate chapter of her book is titled “The bee that flew out of the jar”, so I have recently written posts entitled “Out of the box” and “Released from the jar” and, many times, about those escaping butterflies. I have played with the idea of the butterfly being not only released from its glass (as though rescued) but, actually, transcending the glass, making for itself (as it were) a whole other relationship with the glass so that the glass serves the butterfly’s best experience and not the other way around. Thus, we both seem to have reached this same point, in the last few months…just as so many of us have managed to renegotiate the terms upon which we engage with life (I keep seeing this same thread in the lives of my friends). In other words, another evolutionary breakthrough point has been reached, one which – I suspect – is far more universal (or at least shared to some fairly significant degree…) than we previously allowed ourselves to know from the perspective of our individual journeys, which can feel so unique to us that we hardly notice others experiencing versions of the same.
I just want to slip in that in Autumn 2012 I came upon the compassion prayer that Emma talks about in her book “om mani peme hum” (the version I knew was “om mani padme hum”) set to music by Buedi Siebert. I hardly knew what this was all about (though, of course, I looked it up)…all I knew at first was that I literally could not stop listening to it; I would listen on loop through headphones as I took my long early morning dog walks in the forest, a place where it was quite possible not to see another soul for over an hour of walking, and I would sing along with this mantra…and it quite literally cracked me wide open. I would weep, I would laugh and smile and feel such joy, staring up at all the sunlight pouring through trees with eyes still dewy with all those tears and I just seemed to release and release and release what was so jammed up inside of me. It was quite incredible, so powerful…and still brings a lump to my throat to hear that prayer in any form but especially that version.
Then there was this thing that Emma talks about where you realise the importance of kindness…and of admitting that we, ourselves, are kind; which (we find) deeply matters to us, though its importance might have completely eluded the person that we used to be. Not until last week, in my post Love Letter to Myself, did I finally, admit this to myself; which is such an understated sounding destination and yet it can feel like such a breakthrough when you arrive there. It seems to occur along with reaching a state of appreciating the kind of emptiness that “realises the interdependence of all things”. This is the void that I seem to speak about all the time these days; my quantum “point in the middle” that is neither form or non-form, left or right, west nor east…yet, really, it is both together at once. Without any Buddhist teachings to my name, I find I have such a lot in common with this English Buddhist nun and my curiosity regarding Buddhism is more piqued then ever. The “Teachings for Living Every Day” that the book ends with ring true to my heart; being the very things I have learned for myself this last decade and I could not have summarised them better if I had tried.
As I have come to realise with the writing of my blog, once it is written, it is up to the reader to decide how they interact with my words and not for me to say how that outcome should look. Like the butterfly, I release my writing to fly where it will and if I never get to know about where it lands, or even if I do and it turns out to be different place to the one I envisioned, it is not for me to argue. So, whilst I almost feel like I should apologise for taking liberties with this story and all the audacious comparisons I have made between my own and another person’s life, I must add that I found them all too irresistible (and useful) not to point out. In them, I find the validation of something that is a core belief, which is that we are all connected; in a sense, all one, the many going through highly individuated yet remarkably similar processes of personal evolution…as instruments of a far vaster process of evolution taking place in the world at large at this point in our history (whether you believe in evolutionary waves or not; however a grasp of the Nine Waves, I find, really helps to get to grips with what is happening).
Where those individuals are already tuned into the Ninth Wave, their stories may tend to stand out for having these similar patterns of breakdown and start-all-over-again which, for the moment, makes them quirky enough to stand out from the crowd and therefore somewhat easier to hear about and compare, in contrast with more mainstream ways of conducting a life without any sudden changes in trajectory. It is this utter breakdown of one way of being and the reformatting of the pieces into another, more heart-centred way of living that seems to form the backbone of a journey closely synchronised to these waves; and I find the timings of Emma’s life and mine (compared with the phases of the Eighth and Ninth Waves) quite compelling. I also take heart from these similarities since they tell me that many more of us are on this pathway of rebalancing our hemispheres…in ourselves, our work and lifestyle, our way of interacting with the world and each other. It feels like a leading edge, the point to an arrow, the start of a new trajectory for a great many of us and thus (one hopes) the whole planet and it thrills me to hear this story again in its many forms; as though we are growing in number and strengthening our resolve to go where the heart leads, whatever it may take. Importantly, we are doing this by finding that hemispherical harmony within ourselves, learning that it all begins “in” there, a “place” where harmony is our intrinsic state and we are, as it were, peeling back layers to rediscover it. For me, it emerged into form…first…through the process of art, which enabled me to allow those two aspects of myself to work together in their innate harmony without my interference. Through that, I learned that I was able to realise harmony as my most natural and familiar state of being…in spite of what the outside world or my daily physical challenges were presenting. What feels so apparent is that it is the deep personal journey to get “there” that is all important, whatever form that may take; and that by being harmony in our own lives, holding it within ourselves, we roll it out to the whole world through our actions and intentions (however humble or small those may seem at the material level).
“You have just built yourself a massive unpaid job” Emma is told about the charity she started “Opening Your Heart to Bhutan”…and, yes, in a much smaller way, I guess you could say that’s what my various full-time writing pursuits are too since they take up so very much of my time and (in material terms) earn me nothing at all. To me, they are a kind of service, as is my life, in that I hope that by modelling the qualities I have learned that we all possess beneath the surface of busy life, we all somehow get there sooner. Emma has taken her service to a whole other level with her charity work and tireless trips to Bhutan to work with the people there. Though on a different scale, these kinds of pursuit have in common that they are a world apart from the salaried jobs we used to do yet nothing would induce us not to do them; we know in our heart of heart’s that we are on the right path since we can feel ourselves existing as an expression in form of our most harmonious essence. There can be no doubting when you are on such a “right path” for there is no other inducement required except the feelings of joy and “rightness”, of wholeness and personal truth that you derive from it. Crossing paths with others operating from a similar place can be such encouragement. There is a powerful point of creative evolution, a sort of concentrated forward momentum, to be found in the meeting place between your two sets of experiences and the many ways that they are found to correspond; like the essence of oneness in action. I found this book such a profound and heart-felt pleasure to read across all its many layers and heartily recommend it.
Final thoughts: Bhutan, “Set Free” and Emma’s charity work
I just wanted to add that I found myself falling most tenderly in love with the Bhutanese culture…second hand…as I read this book, such is the heartfelt way it is presented through Emma’s words. One of the things I find most endearing (is this bizarre?) is the habit of adding “la” (as in “Emma-la”) to the end of a person’s name as a mark of respect. It reminded me of my dear German friend (who I finally get to meet in person in just a couple of months) who has the habit of saying “dear” at the end of a sentence, even when written. I found this both quaint and arrestingly meaningful the first time I noticed it, like a soothing gesture that had been so-long absent from my life. These days, we tend to associate the add-on of such a word to our name with the little old ladies of our childhood, don’t we, and yet where did they go and when was it considered so superfluous to add an endearment like that? Just think what it means – “you are dear to me”; how wonderful is that. Its like the word “love”, which I often find myself adding when I address my daughter, though I used to abhor the practice before I became a parent (I remember how I used to think it sounded like a take-off of a Cockney taxi driver to say “love” at the end of so many sentences…) yet I found I literally couldn’t help myself where my daughter was concerned; it just started happening because, guess what, I love her. This tells me something about western culture, where we have made language so perfunctory, to the point of text-speak, that we have lost something precious in the process. Hearing “la” added to the end of my name would feel like a loving hand caressing the top of my head and I found myself craving a world where such word usage is the relative norm. If this sounds like an odd reason to open your heart to a particular culture (helped by so many descriptions of smiling faces) then it is because it helped capture something about these people that genuinely warmed my heart and added a whole other dimension to Emma’s book…one that cannot be taken out of the book without removing its substance altogether.
Emma’s charity is called “Opening Your Heart to Bhutan” and was started in 2015. The charity works to acheive tangible long term improvements to the quality of life of children in Bhutan, especially those in remote rural communities and/or with additional special needs. The proceeds of this book are being donated to this charity and you can read all about the marvellous work that they do, and donate or help on other ways (as well as seeing so many of those smiling faces I talk about), on its website www.openeingyourhearttobhutan.com.
“Set Free” is available on Amazon via the link (left).
How do any of these personal experiences relate to the Nine Waves of Creation and the current evolutionary trend of humanity?
These two quotes are from “The Nine Waves of Creation” by Carl Johan Calleman, PhD:
“I have several times pointed out…the special role that the fifth day has had in the evolutionary process of a wave. This special role was exemplified by the birth of Christianity in the Sixth Wave and the birth of modernity in the Seventh Wave. The two phenomena may seem quite different, but the fifth day is the period of breakthrough regardless of what wave we are studying”.
“…the time after activation of the Ninth Wave, on March 9, 2011, had given clear indications what direction this, the highest and final wave, promises to take humanity over time. The Ninth Wave is designed to take us not only from the dominance of the bankers and dictators but also from nationalism and religious fanaticism. If these tendencies became much less evident immediately after the shift on October 28, 2011, it was not because of the Ninth Wave but because the simultaneous shift in the lower waves came to influence the world…”
For much more on The Nine Waves of Creation in my posts, search this website using the term “nine waves”.
Bee photo taken in Copenhagen (on the twelfth degree longitude where, according to Dr Calleman, East and West hemisphere’s meet…) in August 2016
Flowering Buddha taken in my garden, Summer Solstice 2017
Related posts on this website:
Out of the box 2017
Spinning light 2016 (and many more topics related to my vision of the structure of evolution and oneness realised in form – search for “spiral”, “circle”, “DNA”, “tapestry”)
Using the Nine Waves to Heal Your Life 2017 (and many more, search for “nine waves”)
Fountain of Life 2017