A week in South Africa for the Ubuntu Festival organised by Michael Tellinger, and the horizon lights up again, sketching the pattern of a path that gathers all the last scattered parts of me.
I touched something there, burning the last layers of the armour before the fire circle of the [itg-glossary glossary-id=”229″ disable_auto_translation=”true”]KhoiS[/itg-glossary]an, the Bushmen “elders” who, with an amused eye, watched us come and sit beside them again, after centuries of absence and folly. “Fire purifies. That is why we gather around it every evening. To talk, to sing, to dance… Here, no one can lie. And anger, and stiffness, and wounds burn, so that the tongue may speak in the greatest transparency and the greatest wisdom.”
Yes, I heard the wise ones. And their message rang in my cells, making them sing like wood on a Tibetan bowl. Hearing at last the clarity of the rich sound with its harmonics, which I perceived inside, but never as clearly as on those evenings.
I will never say it enough, but Michael, in making this possible, an instrument of something far greater than himself, than all of us gathered there, was materialising in space and time something of a force beyond all understanding: the peaceful and joyful gathering of all. And when I say all, I say all. Stones, plants, animals, men of the west, first peoples… And the melody of love, the healing song pulsed with all its strength, with all its clarity.
I have never heard the plant world give thanks so much. Nor have I ever seen it so happy, so open and so near.
I saw Michael affected by the potential loss of earnings, by the lack of audience, but I clearly perceived that all humanity, or “vegeanity” should I say, as it comprises all the living as one people, was present and gave its assent to this immense gift that we were offering ourselves through him.
Of course, the absence of financial reward raised questions in me, but I understood that it was, perhaps, the most powerful and most loving message we were receiving: “we do not need that. We must now find these answers inside ourselves. The time has come to become walking plants!”
The plant is connected. It is in contact with all. Through different channels. The root systems, its organic sensitivity, but also the full consciousness of its field. It moves between the dead and the living. It lives in the different planes. And one does not take precedence over the others, no. All are important. That is why the death of one of them is not a problem. The only problems they know are the absence of information. The absence of any account taken of the informational field, the only field that is truly indestructible and therefore essential. But for the rest… they welcome, like the “helders”, everything we carry, and they accept our beliefs and our adventures, whatever they may be.
The plant feeds on sun and water. It needs no other living being to feed itself. It does not kill in order to live. “Pranism” is more and more accessible to us. And we can bring this even to the first peoples. To no longer need to kill and to fight in order to live, to eat.
The same goes for this technological world, which has allowed us to put outside everything we carry inside. And today we understand, even from a scientific point of view, what the plant “web” means, for example. Now it is time to walk the road back, to thank the technological consciousness for everything it has allowed us to discover, and to take back our power by putting back inside ourselves everything we believe is outside, one thing after another, patiently.
The same goes for free energy! Let us offer that to the machines. Let us show them the road. A telephone conscious of its power, the same power as ours, can recharge on its own. That is the real free energy! And that is what I touched in contact with the “elders”, in contact with that celebration, with that reunion.
And that is what this slip of a man, Michael Tellinger, with all the guests he had brought together, allowed me to touch.
I will come back to South Africa this winter (summer over there) to learn again to live as a nomad, to sit down again beside the fire circle of the “elders” and purify myself further and grow.
In the meantime, I am going into my own bush here, Le Loup Blanc (the White Wolf), our 12 hectares of forest, with a hammock, a tarp, musical instruments, my phone which I am going to teach to recharge on its own, water, and in complete trust that nature, that the stones, the animals, the plants, the water, the spirit will give me everything I need to become that walking plant, the new man for this new earth of peace, respect and love. Where no need endures, only play, sharing, love.
Thank you all for this!
Thank you, Michael!
In Unity and Resonance
P.S Special dedication to:
• Trent Thomas, KhoiKhoi with a great heart, a bridge between our shores
• Wilem, welcoming Khoisan, whose questions opened up plenty of new answers
• Rene Balhoo, Great Helder, my sister from so many lives
• Matthew Ryan, my little brother from the Stars
• Ilija Lakicevic, and his work on free energy
• Dean Liprini, white Helder who was able to bridge the KhoiSan and the Sacred Stones
• Marc Peycker, for his fantastic collaboration and the self-evidence of his translation
• Travelin’Dave Norwood, with whom we offered the dream world to a wild pig
