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And thus spake AzSacra …

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Ascension, oil on canvas, 30 x 30 cm.

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“THE LEFT AND THE RIGHT HANDS OF GOD” — written by Adam Donaldson Powell and azSacra zaRathustra.

Presenting the introduction to “The tunnel at the end of time” (the sci-fi novel which takes conspiracy theory and religious propaganda to their extreme … and beyond). Epic poem written by Adam Donaldson Powell and azSacra zaRathustra.

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Это возникало из – за щитов …

из – за ракет, которых “там” не было сначала,

но которые будут “здесь” в конечном счёте.

Yes, the shields … humans are born with them,

much as angels are born with wings.

It is propaganda, of course …

the truth has always been an existential relativity.

Funny …

They say I am balding … getting old and senile.

But the truth is that I have always been bald.

I am “Transforma” … the symbol of the old

empire now fallen.

I am … the bearer of vision and conscience.

I am … the judge and the predator.

I am … the eagle.

We saw it coming, didn’t we “Vrebatima”?

I kept silent … and no one believed you.

But who is laughing now?

Yes, only us …

The Armageddon was inevitable …

We needed it, and so we created it.

But it is only illusion …

Только иллюзия.


No illusions!

No delusions!

We knew only the Truth of Destruction!

We – Über! … and my one-legged

father taught me only how to kill:

kill Buddha!

kill Hitler!

kill yourself!

my mother – Nothing, but older

and more sorrowful …

my father – Nobody, but more merciless

and sadder …

Look: my daughter goes from Emptiness

to Emptiness in order to kill every tear

before her birth:

And now Absence doesn’t cry anymore,

Emptiness doesn’t spend any more money

on funerals –

that’s the Truth of Non-existence!

“Nothing” is my mother –

“Nobody” is my father –

and there are no tears between




левая рука Бога?

Ahh, the left hand of God!

yes, I saw it once: floating

over the Sahara.

Little did I then know that

it was the rosebud of Intervention.

Who could have guessed?

It danced so gracefully, like

Salome’s dance of the veils –

stirring up a frenzy of sand

against the windless sky

I miss the slithering creepy-crawlers

which once tattled the mysteries

of the night. They are long gone;

as are the polar bears, the whales,

the crocodiles, the bees and the sharks.

What have you done, Terrans?

What were you thinking?

Lost in meditations upon finances

and power, you lost sight of the

greatest wealth you owned.

And you crowded only a few

humanoids onto your hastily-built

arks when the floods and dis-ease

ravaged so mercilessly.

Some called it the work of

the antichrist, but the antichrist

was humanity itself: which

had been too long on the rampage

of greed and apathy and imbalance.

You raped and you raped;

and defiled both humanity and


A barren Terra wails but we

are not comforters Vrebatima.


We are merely the scribes

who observe and note the

crimes for future reflection.

Tell me a story Vrebatima,

but allow me to keep my Buddha.

I have nothing else.

Tell me again about the

fires and the tsunamis and

the screaming; and

the fallen Buddha statues.

Поведайте мне Vrebatima …

сообщите мне!

Break with your emptiness

and violate the nothingness,


Tell me about the dried-out

moss on the floors of the

naked forests, and of the

sad Russian lullabies sung

by the dying hummingbirds.

Remind me of the carcasses –

long since picked clean by

crows that had become vultures

out of necessity of survival.

Jog my memory, O Vrebatima:

сообщите мне!


Believe: in the Sacred Rats.

The Execution of the world is –

the execution of a Ritual.

An angel, rushing down,

made a heart-rending cry:

Let rats fuck their daughters;

coin dolls born from the

Dollar –

On the gold of their fathers

fucked in manure …

Let rats fuck their daughters!




Power of prices alone –

ascending from the worthless world

to Zero:


After zeros

(instead of bullets)

only holes are left –


There are no more

Great Chinese Walls!

The decay!

The Empire died like

a pitiful trembling


In cash-machines there is

a “share” for each –

the Universe will no more be

rammed through by the hawk.

It’s clear now:

God didn’t die –

the Will died …

Der Wille zur Macht?

Nein! –

Das Nichts zur Macht!

Das Leere zur Herrschaft!



I am fucked … we are all fucked.

The Great Bear is howling in

the Siberian woods …

and Vrebatima has hunger

in her soul – as do I.

Our forefathers were perhaps

foolish to give up the Cold Wars,

to kill Saddam Hussein and

to invade Afghanistan.

I followed the Sacred Rat,

and he deceived me

time and time again …

fucked me up real good.

As the leading superpowers

we had control – and we

agreed to disagree, making secret

strategies together, for viewing

and consumption by the world.

The people of the world were stupid.

They never understood the farce …

that every argument and action

was contracted and choreographed.

We provided both excitement and

the security of balance.

But now we have lost our rhythm,

and our equilibrium is shaky at best.

I miss the rat …

Do you still remember how to

dance Vrebatima?

You used to be so elegant …

a true Russian princess.

Let me rest my beak on your

womb my beautiful predator;

and please caress the feathered

nape of my neck with your

claw – two unlikely lovers

baring resemblance visible

only to the initiated:

of beak and claw, both royalty and

scavengers of the spoils

of imbalance.

Where is Buddha? He has

disappeared from the mountaintop.

And where is Christ? He has

descended from the cross.

(It was cold here on Terra,

and we needed the wood.)

They are both having tea

with Nietzsche, who is

dressed up like a ballet dancer.

Where am I, Vrebatima?

I am lost in my own transformation …

in the winter of my own samadhi.

Wake me up from my dreams …

but let me hold onto my illusions

and my delusions.

I need the escape … I crave the drug.

Maya is heroin for the tired soul.

I am fucked …

I am …

I …


Ich –

Ich bin –

Ich bin tot –

Ich tot bin!

I – Vrebatima! Я – Mahakala!

I – Yama! I – Shiva, dancing

only on corpses …

I – Destroyer of this

too (super-too!) human


I – Bhairava, but not rapturous

God Eros –

to hell with sex, Transforma:

Cut off the balls of each


Shoot off the head of each

beautiful doll!

I – des Todes Tod –

I – Clear Death –

I – Clear Death –


For: all “people” are riffraff!

For: Transcendence Itself

and He who transcends wants to drink

their blood and shoot them down!

What, Transforma, didn’t you

know that?

Didn’t you feel the Clearest

Unevitable Essence of Death?

I – DESTRUCTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!



In the ass are fucked

only yelping sluts …

… all soft ottomans

have been shat on by young

pussycats …

But Nietzsche ordered

to bomb Las Vegas!



Funny about the military missile

platforms in space.

Only one-third of them are pointed

to Terra; the rest are pointing

to outer space.

Man is a predator out-of-control;

a soul-virus and a threat

to the whole universe.

I mourn for the aliens who were

tortured and killed by us, in

order to steal their intelligence.

Information we were not ready

to use properly, and which led

to our own demise as a world.

And the Intervention (says the

voice in Transforma’s head).


And the damned garbage floating

around in the Terra orbit system …

as below – so above.

What? Shhhh! (says Transforma

to the voice in his head)

The old USA was a “whore-goddess” …

a giant golden vagina with penis-like

hairs, hoarding and fucking and

standardizing all in its path.

“In God We Trust, and his name is


Blah, blah, blah …

and all that blaehhhh …

(Transforma laughs hysterically,

then sobs, and hiccups and farts.)

You know, you tell me to

forget about sex … but

did you know that

I was once fucked by the

finger of the God?

It is true; by the middle finger

of his right hand.

Impaled, like the Spaniards who

were forced by the Incas to sit on

sharpened tree stumps until

their guts exploded … as

punishment for their greed for gold.

Yeah … (thoughtfully). Impaled.

At my moment of death I saw the

Sky of the Last Days; the Destruction

was a magnificent show:

beautiful pink, orange and purple

skies, with mushroom clouds as far

as the eye could see – and beyond.

And all was so quiet, too;

except for the gentle lullaby that

hummed in my head.

Сладкая колыбельная.

Сон – это спасение… отсрочка.

Sweet lullaby.

Sleep is salvation … reprieve.

To my left there is a child in

tattered clothing, half-starved and

too resigned to beg anymore …

and to my right there is

a whirling dervish, spinning

’round and ’round – lost in

his own private ecstasy.

Both are barefoot.

Alas, there is no death …

only sleep.


Are you listening, Transforma?

Ich ist das Nichts zur Macht!

Ich ist das Leere zur Herrschaft!

Between us there can’t be

Any Harmony.

Between you there can’t be

any Germany.

The Fair Eagle of Severe Spirituality

has died forever.

The Chinese “I Ching” hexagrams

didn’t turn into Ravenous Beasts.

Confucius is not inspired by

the voids of “Mein Kampf”.

But, Transforma … Tao killed the

dragons in vain –

Now bullets won’t

find the revolver!

Nobody will shoot

The Yellow Emperor!

People forgot:

God’s Dick – is the Ram of the Sky! –

The Аmerican Saturating Revolution

is not worth even a single dick of the

japanese kamikazes!

Europeans …

pleasant Takheshi Khitano

will never repeat the hara-kiri of

Yukio Mishima.

Look –

exponent of piffling lives

“life of spirit” after suicide by




Bald … barren … bare

as the mountaintop on

which we stand.

Our new vision shall

rise from the ashes,

as the Phoenix.

And I shall learn

to love you Vrebatima.

If not, then we shall

ride the missile of Hell

together – bareback …


a crazy cossack

and a psycho cowboy

Azrael is my witness …

we will never die …

only our bodies will wither

and disintegrate to dust

and we shall be remembered

in the annals of history …

perhaps as mere footnotes

remembered only by trivia fanatics

in decades to come.

But I will always dream of

our voyage, Vrebatima –

over and over again,

like a merry-go-round that

never stops, changing simple

joy to horror.

A bittersweet nightmare …

If only the dreamer would

never wake up.

Can you promise me that …



yes, I love my bald dreams …

and Russian caviar.


worms …

only worms …

now only worms are – Holy! –

always continuing, creeping through

dead God …

Snakes slide away …

Rats run away …

The Mystery of Creatures wakes even God up …

But when Jesus hears the word “culture” –

He doesn’t take out a revolver:

John Lennon can masturbate,

jump, masturbate, jump,

masturbate, and jump

on and on …

Do you see, Transforma –

even Lord Krishna left the Battlefield

and took Arjuna with him.

What for, O Lord?

To fuck Saint Silvia

in two holes.

Do you understand?

Gods and people – are only the Spirit’s Porno!

Ja! Ja! Ja! –

Buddha’s ejaculation into His own


Nobody wants to eat

corpses of sybaritic

natives …


Where are the marching


… there are no Wild

Holy Exotics …

… no one exercises

in Breaching of the Spirit …

… there’s no one to be fed to

the rats …

… the blood stopped to look for

Light …

…a dick doesn’t thirst for twats

of the Sun …


ex nihilo nihil fit.




(photo courtesy of azSacra zaRathustra)



ego cogito, ergo sum?


Auf! Nicht röcheln!

Nicht röcheln!

cogito Todt Ist,

sum ist Summa Summarum

Nichts =

Nein ist Nichts!

Nein ist Nichts!

Nein ist Nichts!

Auf –

Auf –


Here is the Key to it all:

Nichts Nichts Nichts

Nichts Nichts Nichts

Nichts Nichts Nichts

Nichts Nichts Nichts

Nichts Nichts Nichts

Nichts Nichts Nichts

Nichts Nichts Nichts

Nichts Nichts Nichts

Nichts Nichts Nichts

Nichts Nichts Nichts

Nichts Nichts Nichts

Nichts Nichts Nichts

das Nichts zur Macht!

das Leere zur Herrschaft!



You undress my gods shamelessly,


I huddle and shiver in the shadows

of my own spirituality.

There is no god but God …

and I am God – naked

and exposed in the face of

my own and collective

illusions and indiscretions.

What is the use?

Billions upon billions of gods

running around, making their

own realities in confusion.

Let us cut out the spiritual pork!

Bring back the Age of the Guru …

and bring back the Prophets.

It is too much responsibility to

be my own god.

Tell me what to believe …

show me how to act.

Lead me back into the


The Darkness of the Eternal Womb …

the elixir of Nothingness.


I am not a Dark Tao. I’m not Nirvana.

I am not Om ……………………..

I am – Isana. I am – Nataraja.

I am – the Clear Transcendent of Death.

I am – The Left Hand of God –

and I can only Kill.

I Kill all the Truths.

And first of all – Myself

as a Truth …


That’s why – Killing myself! –

I know for sure:

Western gods – shit!

Eastern gods – huge

manure heap!

I know! – the old Will to Power

should be replaced with Nothing to Reign:

das Nichts zur Macht!

I see! – The Great Noon should

turn Emptiness into Domination:

das Leere zur Herrschaft!

The existing formulas are not enough:

“Be strong”, “Werdet hart” …

Now you should Kill

“yourself” – within Yourself …

and even –

the Omnipotent within you!

Exactly so! It is only by killing the Omnipotent,

that you can understand the last

Truth of Horrors’ Horrors:

“The Devil is Dead” – it is truly more

horrifying, than “God is dead”.

O Great Gods! You are – Stinkers! –

too many of you … but You are all still

alive. What a Lie …

only one Devil is the Spirit of Honour! –

because he is always dead.

Deus est mortuus?

Diabolos mortuus est!


I stand naked before you, Vrebatima …

yeah – even naked before myself

and the god within me.

I have faced Death,

but Death was only mortality:

an experience that I longed for

only because it was faceless.

Hiding a secret that no one

really cared about anyway.

I am not proud, Vrebatima.

I weep for Amerika …

and the “dream” …

long since exposed as illusion.

Yea, I am naked and dirty, Vrebatima

… and blinded by the sunshine

reflected on the snowcaps.

I hear you … but you must

court me if I am to believe you.

I only know Détente …

I have never known Love.

Silence is greater than

the absence of Noise.


Bald … barren … bare.

It is in the Nothingness

that I find meaning, and there

that my Existence has value.


Bald … barren … bare …

stripped of all intent;

an existence devoid of fear

and purpose.


Bald … barren … bare

as the Now … the moment,

of Silence …

without expectation or



Bald … barren … bare …

as the word “no” –

whispered in orgasmic



Bald … barren … bare …

stripped of all humanity

and self-respect

by the airport scanners.


Also sprach Zarathustra:

Gelobt sei, was hart macht!

Naked? … But that’s not enough –

you need more,

you need to strip your skin off

while still alive:

reveal your bones –

reveal your intestines –

reveal your Emptiness!

Aha! … Transforma demanded

“to cut the spiritual pork out of gods” –

and suddenly … immediately surrendered

without a battle.

Spiritual rebellion but for a moment?

Do you only wish to “suck off” the Gods? –

in this case Hölderlin will question you with severity.

It’s better to be like Lord Krishna –

to fuck the 100 000 beautiful gopis

immediately and all at once.

But it is – the same decadence, Transforma!

Better yet, let me quote

“The Dhammapada” for You:

He killed his mother and father, and two kings from

Kshatriya’s caste, destroyed the kingdom together

with its population, the brahmin became imperturbable –
Does it mean anything to you?

Here are the words regarding Spiritual Luxury from the regal


I have become Death,

I have become the shatterer of worlds!

Kill the Gods, Transforma!

Kill this eternal whining, crying, quaggy,

tear-dropping god Eros!

Kill your own dick!

Exterminate all the stupid lovers,

poets, readers, spectators of Your

Exhibitionist mania –

shoot them all down!

As earlier in old, good Germany,

we will talk in the language

of the Clear Transcendent –



WITHOUT dicks!

WITHOUT twats!

Only – “das Ding an sich”!

Do you know that Kant was good at shooting

with his “Shmaiser”?

hitting: 10 out of 10!

And can you do that?

I remember, that in “The Tibetan Book of the Dead”

the following was written:

There will be a time –

Hitler constantly shooting himself

might miss sometime

and make a hole in somebody’s head –

it will be Your head, Transforma!

It is so mulish

that even Buddha could break

a stick against it …

Bang! …

Bang! …

Bang! …

How many sticks are necessary to break

against your bald head?

The Right hand of God should do

more than just masturbate.

Stop wasting seed

and tears …

Buddha said: no more Existence!





Schreibe mit Blut:

und du wirst erfahren,

dass Blut Geist ist.


Vrebatima, surely I will never

reconcile with you in this world.

The old rules worked just fine

until recently; money, power,

greed and the threat of missiles

and sex have always been

our personal gods.

Do not fool yourself.

I will send you some beautiful

black orchids, dripping with

the blood of one thousand

national anthems … and then

you will understand and

once again cry tears of joy

for our lost Cold War.

It was our only hope for peace.

Our only real expression of Love.

The only proof of Existence.

What is the use of Divine Intervention?

What was the point of the crucifixion

or the Holy Wars?

If we achieve peace then we must

find new enemies in outer space …

it is the way of humans, Vrebatima.

It is the way of the Warrior God.

Meet me at nightfall – in the barren courtyard.

And bring your Sword of Silence!


… this and then there is Victory?

I will quickly draw a Sword of Silence,

strike a blow –

and Silence has already approached …


























… ……………………



… and so it ends, Vrebatima.

In cold silence – détente.

Once again we agree not to

communicate, not to seek

resolution or understanding.

Is it really human nature and

the way of the gods, or is it us?

If it is truly destruction that we

both really want, then surely it is

Silence that is the Great Destroyer.


It is an uncomfortable silence, hostile and

fraught with projections and scheming.

It is a “noisy” silence … quite different

from the Oneness of Unity and

the Absence of Separation.

It is a silence that makes angels and

the soldiers of Divine Intervention

cry with sadness.


But it is a silence that we know

all too well, Vrebatima …

and so far, the only silence

we truly trust – deep down

inside ourselves.

(snickers nervously)

Es triste … pero es cierto.


Be afraid of the Absence of


not the dark,

not the beast,

not the blade,

not the poison –

but the Tear Itself will kill

the child!

The Grass Itself will kill

the lamb!

Not the shadow,

not the tiger –

but the Aroma and the Rose will kill


I saw the terror of the first flower

on a Spring Field:

alone – it didn’t want

to bloom for the Sky …

didn’t expose

itself to a Kindred Sun

and the first dew

trickled down it

and the first moth

was startled by it

and the first bee

flew away

show Your Nothingness on

the petals!

expose Yourself

without any blooming!

You are – the Void

without name

and shape …

Come from

Nothing …

And Again

Vanish …


Expose yourself – and wake up.

Yes … wake up.

Wake up and

destroy the dream.

Embrace the nightmare

of Nothingness.

Caress the baldness.

Lick the Sword of Silence.

Stop waiting for Divine Intervention.

Become the Divine Intervention.

Let it be your zazen.

Sing me a lullaby without words,

and without sound.

I no longer believe in the messiah …

or in the antichrist.

I see both in my own reflection

in the mirror of darkness.

The only tears that I have left

are tears of blood …

it is only blood that I can offer you,


Tear down the cross and

send the virgins home.

I, Transforma, will sit on my mountaintop

and you, Vrebatima, will sit on yours.

We will bridge our differences by

watching over the goings on and

when necessary – cooperating on

keeping the populace in blindness.

Together, we will maintain the smokescreen,

with the help of religion and the media.

Always a sideshow on the stage of consciousness …

distracting the masses from the real danger:

the sweet-sounding lies that soothe and abet.

I believe in the worms, Vrebatima …

and the unspeakable names of

the gods within all who both embrace

and cower in Darkness.

Tear down the cross and

send the virgins home.


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Photo: azSacra zaRathustra (courtesy azSacra zaRathustra)

Photo: Adam Donaldson Powell (courtesy Adam Donaldson Powell)




“Zero fucks given” is both true detachment and the ultimate stance of the spiritual warrior.

2014: the life and adventures of an incarnated angel (excerpts).


Many Terrans are still approaching the future with fear and trepidation. It is not too late to realise that our past, our present and our future are of our own creation, at every moment and through each thought, action/non-action and word spoken. And that – through the exercise of multi-intelligence (cognitive intelligence combined with intelligence of the heart and of the soul), and understanding that it is the illusion of separation (reinforced by greed for materialism and power) that maintains our fear-based galactic culture – we can, in fact, determine our present and our future … both individually and collectively.

“2014: the life and adventures of an incarnated angel” is a work of fiction, depicting one possible reality that we can create. It is not meant to be a prophecy that we should self-fulfill, nor is it written for entertainment value alone. It is designed to provoke reflection. The solutions are only to be found in each and every one of us – beyond the illusions and distractions of individual and collective separation.

‘Kodoish, Kodoish, Kodoish Adonai T’sabaoth’.

COMMENTS ON “2014” by Dr. Santosh Kumar, Allahabad University, India:

2014: the life and adventures of an incarnated angel by Adam Donaldson Powell, reveals Powell’s creative power at its highest. It is full of a depth of philosophy and sublime vibrations of conscience, the irresistible desire for ‘Eternal cities of Universal light’. Like the wind purifying the woods, Powell in this extraordinary book persistently writes with spiritual and mystical gusto. Powell is a very great literary genius directed towards reviving our soul state.

— Santosh Kumar



Ga felt a tear welling up in his right eye as he surveyed the ruins of the physical city below. He and ’Ifafi, his colleague, were on duty and had descended through the vortex from the Eternal city of Universal Light above the Oslo fjord to patrol and oversee the goings on below amongst those who had not ascended. It was always a bit emotional for Ga to return to Oslo – although he had learned the lesson of detachment, he still retained an empathetic affection for the naive romantic disillusionment of humanity. He thought of their fellow angelic guards from the Seventh Heaven and the Seventh Heavenly Palace (Adiel, Heikhali, Afafiel, Tutrbebial, Pahadiel, Agkagdiel, Lifton, Mufliel, Gehirael, Shalhevita, Hukiel, Amilfaton, Asamkis, Halelviel, Ashkanizhael, Atrugiel, Egion, Gedudiel, Aviel, Gehorey, Geroskesufael, Iboriel, Lehavah, Pasisiel, Sarafsion, and Zeburial), who also were stationed at the portals to the various eternal cities of Universal light above Terra. He had chosen Scandinavia and Europe as his preferred centres of assignment for this tour of duty – one of the most honourable appointments since the apocalyptic Intervention had taken place just a short time before. His memories of his life on Terra previous to his ascension were fully intact … and he also remembered clearly his incarnations prior to the last one. Walking through the broken streets of his old neighbourhood, Frogner, he and ’Ifafi found their way to his old apartment – not far from the city-side edge of the fjord. Despite the darkness and the desolation, the memories of watching from above: the fireballs hurtling across the skies for days on end, the constant tremors of the continental firmament and the futile screaming and panic of the residents, Ga truly desired to re-visit his abode from the past quarter century. He was glad that ’Ifafi had come along, as ’Ifafi shared his love and support freely … but never interfered with others’ private thoughts. They rarely spoke in the new Merkabah-tongue (the newly reconstituted intergalactic language of angels), but used their perfected telepathic communicative abilities to always be in “the know”. Ga was in search of déjà vu moments – mementos of experience that held significance in the incarnated soul’s process of development. These moments of remembrance were imprinted into the soon to be incarnated soul to remind the being that he or she is on the correct path … they were triggers and messages of support and acknowledgement from the various parts of one’s soul, parts taken along to Terra and parts left behind in the Interlife. The light beaming from Ga’s third eye quickly led him to the box he was hoping to still find in the cellar of the abandoned building, now consumed by darkness and stillness.

Ga opened the box and reached inside, retrieving a binder containing old documents. He opened the binder and felt the familiar energy of a speech he had held some twenty Terra years before regarding the then opening spiritual vortexes. The speech had been held in Oslo for a small group of fellow Lightworkers. Had they only known then that their channelled information and preparatory work was so important … and that the 144,000 had, in part due to their and other Lightworkers’ work and dedication, multiplied many fold – enabling many, many more to ascend. Ga scanned the pages of the old speech with his right palm, taking in the written information telepathically:

“Now I will talk a little about vortexes and the work I and others are doing in Oslo, in preparation for full activation of the Oslo vortex. I will begin by reading part of a channelling session on vortexes from an entity identified as Lanthrox, and channelled by an entity named ‘Cecil’ ”… The speech explained that vortexes are actually ever-spiralling energy streams made up of light patterns in the form of geometric symbols, which define creation (the Universal Language of Light). After a rather lengthy discourse on the history, nature and function of these vortexes, the document concluded with an explanation of the ninety-nine global vortexes of the Golden Cities (Eternal cities of Universal Light), including ‘Kristiania’ (“Vibrations of Conscience”) – the Eternal City of Universal Light over Oslo, and information regarding the spiritual work of a group of Lightworkers who had been meeting on the outskirts of Oslo 1-2 times a week to cooperate on various projects directed at preparing for full activation of the Oslo-area vortex, and educating those ready to hear about the Earth’s movement into higher dimensions of consciousness. The activities of this group of Lightworkers included: meditation and prayer for guidance and healing, exploratory astral projection into the Oslo vortex, active work with Ascended Masters and angels on personal emotional and spiritual challenges, exhibitions of channelled art and poetry, channelling and distribution of symbols from the Universal Language of Light, angelic channelling by way of talking in tongues, the purifying of energy in Oslo-area churches in preparation for the increased influx of Christos energy and consciousness, and much talking with everyday people about the new state of things in God’s universes, and especially regarding the Earth’s challenges and destiny, as incarnates move forward into the higher dimensions. And finally, the entity then known as ‘Mikael’ urged the audience to join other dedicated Lightworkers who were working to clean out the many vortexes and tunnels across the globe, so that the Christos energy could flow freely … adding: ‘the more Lightworkers who work on this important activity, the faster both personal and Earth spiritual transformation will happen.’

“Adonai …” thought Ga – loudly enough for ’Ifafi to pick up telepathically. ’Ifafi smiled broadly, and returned to his meditation, thus allowing Ga to continue with his spiritual archaeological digging about. Ga breathed deeply and calmly as he “re-read” the contents of several personal correspondences and journal entries:

“Dear Mikael,
I hope that you are well. I would like to remind you that each person is born with one main Force of Nature, and that your dominant/main Force of Nature is Ogun. The qualities of Ogun are:

Force (an unfinished lesson for you)
Pure Justice
Initiative (unfinished lesson)
Truth (unfinished lesson)

The symbol of Ogun is the sword, and Ogun is (like Ganesh) also the Lord of Obstacles … using his sword to cut away everything that stands in the way of your spiritual progress, and opening the doors to creativity.

The other Force of Nature that you have to work with is Obatala, whose qualities include:

Wisdom (unfinished)
Caretaker of Creation
Morals (unfinished)
Cool (unfinished)
Calm (unfinished)
Purity of Intention (unfinished)
Clarity of Thought
Rational Thought

Forces of Nature are like people sometimes. To work with them requires a very special kind of respect, understanding, and consciousness. Be willing to listen, and to see.

Bless you and good honouring.

In another channelling Mikael had received the following message:
“There is a close connection through several lives, and you have worked with the energy of angelic consciousness in the Interlife, and actively in your dream consciousness. Consciousness is largely concerned with information, awakening and love. Mikael, you are now taking the final steps towards your completion/value/assignment, and this has been a long and strong experience for you, but one that has been necessary in order to prepare you for the important assignment you have taken upon yourself. The Way is the Goal, but when you stand at the finish line there is a special reward and sense of satisfaction for the soul.”

Ga felt the ‘Mikael’ energy within himself, reminding him of his spiritual journey over several lifetimes. Leafing through an old journal, he found loosened pages in an envelope tucked away in between the pages. There were certain themes regarding lessons to be learned that appeared and re-appeared with regularity, and Ga recognised them immediately: ‘learn to accept others’ thoughts, words, behaviour and expectations as their own, and not necessarily something for me to own or personalise. This regards others’ energies as well: do not take their energies or challenges on as my own. Learn detachment: recognise more quickly the value of each experience, and then let go, and move forward. Failure to do so creates unrealistic expectations of things that are not to be … and makes for getting stuck in situations that impede flow and creativity. I need to accept constant flow and still be complete unto myself in all situations. In this way I can be complete with all entities in Oneness.’ And further: ‘learn to love yourself, and to rely on and trust others and to accept their love. At the same time, continue to help others to find their inner strength and to learn to love themselves. You have volunteered and chosen for yourself difficult tasks in this lifetime because of your strength of Will and Courage, and your love for mankind.’

Ga released a sigh as he momentarily relived his previous struggles to boost his personal spiritual awareness, and the many challenges that had come even after writing these journals entries from 1996. The years of tumult, starting with 2004, increased steadily in intensity until the final five years before the Divine Intervention at the end of 2012. He laughed quietly to himself as he remembered how most on Terra had both overestimated and underestimated the importance of the 9/11 terror attacks. They were tragedies with significance, but the primary importance was truly their function as a major pre-warning before the acceleration towards the apocalypse, which was set in motion just a short time afterwards. They represented an opportunity to wake up and understand the many ways we were consciously (and unconsciously) creating the reality of the Armageddon myths … and were a déjà vu trigger that was almost totally unrecognised as such until several years later. Ga closed the box, arose and abruptly shot a glance and telepathic message in ’Ifafi’s direction: “Let’s go. I am done here.”


Ga and ’Ifafi were sleeping soundly – ensconced in each others’ arms and wings – when Ga suddenly opened his eyes, pushed ’Ifafi aside and groaned: “Good morning, my love … get up! We have some research to do.”

“Quei!” (What!), replied ’Ifafi in the new Merkabah dialect, still groggy and rubbing his eyes while scratching an itch under his left wing.

“We (or at least I) need to find out more about the entities and races involved in this intergalactic process – especially the Empire of Orion. We need to be prepared for whatever can happen,” said Ga.

“Relax, my love. Que sera, sera. Det vet du. We cannot do anything to change fate,” replied ’Ifafi, trying to pull Ga back onto his wings.

“Fate!??”, replied Ga, resisting physically. “What are you talking about? This is not a question of fate, but a question of Divine Will, which we are all responsible for – individually and collectively. Let us use our free will to the greatest potential and benefit!”

“D’accord, mon copain,” said ’Ifafi. “I agree, but how about just another hour in bed – together? There is always so much work. Don’t you ever relax and just enjoy the moment, and that which you have attained and achieved? Come, I have something to tell you … and show you …”

“Arrêt ! Je t’aime, mais … concæ måinet queist penwve!”

“Okay, but you do understand that my insistence is actually your own doing?!! If you were not so impudent, beautiful, insistent and sexy, then …”

“Don’t even go there,” said Ga, planting a wet kiss on the broad and fleshy lips of ’Ifafi … and then promptly licking his ear lobes and neck.

“And now it must be I that tell you the same: ‘Don’t even go there! You know that that technique is much more effective to win me over to go to bed with you than to get me to leave being in bed with you!”

Ga began tickling ’Ifafi under his armpits – the most ticklish place for ’Ifafi (and most angels), except for possibly between the third and fourth toes.

“Ha ha … stop! I give up! I will get up. Ha ha … hee hee hee. Nå skal du få igjen, du!” squealed ’Ifafi as he began to tickle Ga.

“Truce!” screamed Ga, laughing out-of-control, and then suddenly gazing deep into ’Ifafi’s soul through the portals of his beautiful eyes. “I love you … je t’aime … jeg elsker deg … tes qofta, tes qofta, ’Ifafi.”

’Ifafi stroked Ga’s hair and gently planted a kiss on his lips, while saying: “Mon coeur, je t’aime aussi. Just tell me what you want … I would march to the ends of the Universes for you …”

Ga then replied (with a slight smile): “Good … then you will certainly have no problem engaging in a little analysis of the situation at hand. We could even make a game of it if you like, perhaps something similar to the old Terra games that were played until recently: like ‘Monopoly’, or ‘Risk’ or an old-fashioned space-age videogame …”

’Ifafi interrupted: “yeah, or perhaps ‘Old Maid’ or strip poker!??”

“Nå må du gi deg, kjære!”, said Ga, then repeating: “Give it up, babe! I do not negotiate love. And who are you insinuating is to be stuck with the ‘Old Maid’ anyway … according to my calculations, your age is approximately …”

“Hey, chill out babe. Bring out the game board … or your computer. Give me a double espresso and a birdseed sweet bun, and I am yours – however and for whatever cause … (of course, within reason … heh heh)”

Ga immediately arose and called food services to make an order for a light breakfast, and then he quickly began getting dressed, modestly turning his back to ’Ifafi.

“Ahhhh …”, said ’Ifafi. “Thank you! Your very best asset in full view!”

Ga freaked out for a moment, wondering what he had set into motion, but then ’Ifafi added: “I just love those wings of yours … especially when in full erection.”

Ga just smiled and wiggled his wings, prompting ’Ifafi to say – in jest: “You wish, my love!”

And Ga replied: “No my dear … YOU wish. But there will be time for that later. Here – take a look at what the computer has to say about the different races involved in this situation …”

’Ifafi began to read aloud from the screen:

‘The Empire of Orion consists of entities who adhere to the Light and the Darkness, and whose centres of power were originally based at two competing star systems. After many wars with the Intergalactic Confederation over hundreds of thousands of Terra years, the Orions were essentially beaten back into a position where their aggressiveness had been contained to their own galaxy – giving relative peace to their neighbouring galaxies, but not necessarily to their colony: Zeta Reticuli. They had, however, achieved a long-lasting peace agreement with both Vega and other neighbours. Basically, the Empire of Orion was at the same level of spiritual and racial transformation as the inhabitants of Terra – slowly moving into the fourth and fifth dimensions.

“‘The hold of the Empire of Orion over Zeta Reticuli can be compared in many ways to the histories of many empires and former colonies on Terra. The topic of self-governance or official autonomy has always been a sore one … ’ ”

’Ifafi then commented: “Ga, my love. It looks as though there may be trouble … especially when the decision to invite Zeta Reticuli into the Confederation is announced – that is, if it goes through.”

Ga shook his head in affirmation, saying: “Yes, exactly. And there is no reason to think that the proposal will not eventually go through the General Assembly. I am quite certain that it will receive the full approval of the Security Council. Vega and Sirius could try to stalemate a quick decision, mostly because of Vega’s trade agreements with Orion … and Sirius’ current strong anti-war stance – but, from what I hear, a proclamation inviting Zeta Reticuli into the Confederation is essentially a ‘done deal’. And both Vega and Sirius will be ‘won over’ if Kartion’s suggestion to offer the Empire of Orion membership as well is approved.

They continued to read countless internal documents and studies of various civilisations that could play a major role in the conflict, including: Alpha Centauri, Lyra, Vega, Zeta Reticuli, Sirius, the Pleiades, Arcturus etc.

After hours of reading and discussion, ’Ifafi concluded: “The challenges and the possible attainments are clear. The real test for the Confederation is not a question of military might – our combined forces are much stronger than those of the Empire of Orion – but rather a test of whether (or not) the Confederation can handle an eventual military provocation and confrontation to the best for the combined and interconnected universes … and without falling back to the behavioural patterns seen on Terra, Orion, Zeta Reticuli and other planets and stars still evolving from a Third Density reality.”

“Exactement,” replied Ga. “THAT is the challenge we really face … it is all connected – the evolution of the members of the Intergalactic Confederation, and that of the Empire of Orion, Zeta Reticuli and Terra. Another confrontation of the ‘illusion’ of separation theory.”

There was a great silence after that last comment by Ga – not between the two of them, for they were in unison in their thoughts, but still in reflection and reminiscence. Finally, ’Ifafi said solemnly: “Yeah, it is the same thing we are trying to recover from here on Terra. Greed and separation – it is all about power and materialism. And as the spiral gains more and more momentum, the more egotism there is. Those in charge of the commercial and bureaucratic systems do everything possible to pass on their burdens to those of low stature and limited means, and those who make their living as menial workers in the systems no longer dare to stand out against them and became an even larger part of the problem. This development had been in development for many centuries on Terra before it finally exploded and the Intervention became a reality. It is the same for the Empire of Orion, Zeta Reticuli and many other planets and stars. Terran humanoids made life on Terra a living Hell – totally self-created, and reinforced by the new god that they created: the god called ‘power and money’. Let us pray for the Empire of Orion, Zeta Reticuli and the many others who are in the midst of this difficult transition.”

And so they sat in quiet meditation for half an hour before both opened their eyes and Ga muttered: “Adonai. There is no god but God. May we all praise and respect the true godliness in us all, and which rings out throughout our surroundings. But let us remember that within the source of the problem lies also the possibility of an answer. Just think how the restructuring of the entire money and power system on Terra since the Intervention has contributed to the consciousness shift that is now underway.”

“Adonai,” repeated ’Ifafi, revealing a solitary teardrop quickly streaming downward from his right eye – but which did not cool his burning cheeks as intended. The emotion that he felt at that moment was undeniable and could only be soothed once acknowledged.

After some days, the predictions of ’Ifafi and Ga were confirmed. Not only had the proposal passed through the Intergalactic Confederation’s Security Council (with minor objections from Sirius, and an ‘abstention vote’ from Vega), but it also passed in the General Assembly – thus resulting in the following proclamation:

‘We, the Intergalactic Confederation, hereby proclaim that we support the positive consideration of eventual applications for membership both from Zeta Reticuli (one and two), and the Empire of Orion, and that we consider the demand of the populace of Zeta Reticuli to be in compliance with the constitution of the Intergalactic Confederation. It is our sincere hope that the Empire of Orion will see and affirm the wisdom of our proclamation, and recognise the independence of Zeta Reticuli as a sovereign planet and state.’

The reactions from the Confederation member states and from Zeta Reticuli were quite positive, but there was (at first) merely silence and a cold front as the only reaction from the Empire of Orion. But that silence soon gave way to an exchange of bickering and threats, between the leadership on Orion and the Intergalactic Confederation Command. This was a ‘normal reaction’ that was not unexpected, however – the Empire of Orion sent a couple of spaceships armed with lasers both to the galactic borders of Zeta Reticuli One and Zeta Reticuli Two … AND attacked an Arcturian scientific spaceship outside of the galactic borders of Vega. This was, of course, a serious offence … causing disharmony and tension amongst the members of the Intergalactic Confederation. After several crisis meetings, it was decided by the Security Council that a super battalion of spaceships from Terra, Arcturus, Alpha Centauri and the Pleiades would protect Zeta Reticuli and Arcturus, and afterwards confront the Empire of Orion on its own turf. Vega, under pressure from its Confederation co-members, also eventually agreed to participate in the action after much diplomatic activity. The entire Command of Angels was put on high alert, and Ga and ’Ifafi were given the responsibility of organising the military effort under the diplomatic command executed by Kartion.


All eternal cities of Light on Terra were buzzing with activity. The entire Intergalactic Confederation was on high alert. Ga and ’Ifafi had their hands full, cooperating with military and security command managers on Arcturus, Alpha Centauri, the Pleiades, Sirius, Zeta Reticuli and Vega – regarding the organisation of a number of spaceships to participate in the action. Some had the function of protecting the Arcturian scientific spacecraft which had been attacked, and escorting it back to Arcturus. Others were put in position to patrol their own planet’s galactic borders … and Sirius, Terra, the Pleiades and Vega sent vessels to warn the Orions away from the galactic borders of Zeta Reticuli One and Two. These fleets were commanded by Kartion.

The operation was well-planned. Fortunately, the Arcturian scientific exploration ship was not seriously damaged and no one suffered more than some minor bruises and concussions. The Orions did, however, manage to fire a few long-range lasers and missiles at a military installation on Zeta Reticuli Two, causing some local panic and precipitating evacuation to underground tunnels. The Intergalactic Confederation forces moved in quickly, chasing the aggressors back to the Empire of Orion while sending clear messages to the Empire’s political and military leadership that Zeta Reticuli is now considered to have been liberated from Empire rule, and that the Empire can shortly expect a diplomatic visit from the Confederation. The response from Kwiføw, chief military commander of the Imperial Orion Forces, was far from diplomatic: “A diplomatic visit, say you?!! You can go fuck yourselves. Bring it on, Confederates – we have fought you many times before … even on our home turf. Save your diplomacy for when you are screaming ‘uncle’, as they say on Terra.”

’Ifafi was surprised at the crudeness of the response from Kwiføw, but Kartion and Ga seemed to be rather relaxed about the threats. It was agreed that Ga and ’Ifafi would lead the first incursion upon the Empire of Orion, a large battalion of higher-level angels surrounding the main cities and military installations – taking them by surprise, simply by utilising their abilities to shift density. Ga had already called upon and organised his fellow angelic guards from the Seventh Heaven and the Seventh Heavenly Palace: Adiel, Heikhali, Afafiel, Tutrbebial, Pahadiel, Agkagdiel, Lifton, Mufliel, Gehirael, Shalhevita, Hukiel, Amilfaton, Asamkis, Halelviel, Ashkanizhael, Atrugiel, Egion, Gedudiel, Aviel, Gehorey, Geroskesufael, Iboriel, Lehavah, Pasisiel, Sarafsion, and Zeburial, as well as his colleague on Terra: Lysiel.

“They will never know what hit them,” said Lysiel to Ga.

“We will be many, as each angelic guard will lead his own battalion consisting of many angels. In addition, Kartion will lead the battalion of Confederation spaceships surrounding Orion’s galactic borders. They will either reach a settlement with us, or they must choose to suffer the consequences.”

“It will be quite interesting to see what they choose to do,” said Lysiel. “I still do not understand why so many Third and Fourth Density entities still believe that it is essential ‘to suffer in order to learn’.”

’Ifafi commented: “It is perhaps rather a question of pride, which is both an admirable trait … and often a sign of ignorance and egotism. If anyone can convince them, it is Ga. If not, then the Confederation will demand nothing less than a full surrender – and we outnumber the Orions militarily. So, it is not a question of ‘victory or not’, but rather what kind of victory … and whether it will be a victory that even the Orions can embrace and benefit from.”

“All is in place,” announced Ga. We assemble above the capital city of Betel-Rig in two hours – cloaked invisible. I will then make a final announcement to the Emperor, telling of our arrival and imminent incursion.”

And with that the three friends quickly embraced each other, saying: “Adonai!” … and quickly ran off to assemble their units.



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– 2014: the life and adventures of an incarnated angel (bilingual):

One step closer to transformation apex.


It has been a while since I have posted, painted or written literature. Much is going on in my own non-internet reality. I do, however, have an important message to convey right now — to my followers, friends and those otherwise drawn to my energies and to this message spiritually:

we are ever so quickly going into the “difficult but ultimately glorious transformation” period i have been talking and writing about for decades. my message is still: batten down the hatches and find security where possible, for it will be a bumpy ride. (thank you bette davis.)

the apex will be in 2017, at which point the earthly and intergalactic wars and major nastiness will begin to subside … and after 2021 the waves of new consciousness will begin to be felt by many. i am not always good at channeling dates but these have been communicated to me for quite a while. things change along the way so a bit of tailoring must be accommodated.

my “assignment” (then, and now) is still to awaken and help with self-empowerment on all levels. i share that task with many persons and souls … including you. our community is growing by the minute. it is difficult to see that at times but it really is.

i love you, and send you blessings.

adam angel 😇

Adam in Wonderland

Adam in Wonderland

Adam in May 2015a

Adam in May 2015a

The Universal language of Light … as seen with the naked eye and recorded by Laila Holand.




Wiccan poems.

@The Archetypal Kouros

Seated before the altar

at the Minoan Palace at Knossos,

I drink thirstily from

the chalice of Divine Essence.

The intoxication I attain

from the nectar of sacrifice

tightly binds the

scrotum of my devotion,

and demands unconditional surrender.


as the relentless frenzy

of my invocation

reaches an orgiastic climax,

I both consume and

give birth to myself

in generous libation.

# # #

@Hieros Gamos

Longing to be raped of humanity

through possession by the Gods,

the priestess Lexa dances the

ancient sacred ritual

like a bitch in heat.

Writhing in the pattern of Uroboros,

the eternal circle of One,

she raises the power and rebirths

in the womb of the

Mother of Darkness.

# # #

@The Zen of Sorcery

The highest magician

has divined that

the mystery of the veil

behind the veil

is revealed through

the bloody consecration

of his very desire.

Scourged by the beauty

of the Names,

he salutes the dagger

of severity

in ecstatic anticipation of

the Angel of Death.

As all light is borne

from the Darkness,

so is the illusion of Hades

exposed but through Resurrection.

In this way,

the countenance of Isis herself

is unmasked to all

who suffer under oath.

# # #

@The Chalice

Behold! For within the Great Rite

lay the mystery of the chalice:

swept upwards upon the wings of

divine love and victory,

we consume the Spirit

and re-unite with the Source.

Verily — I am Rhea,

I am the Minotaur …

I am the Chalice.

# # #

@The Coming

On the twelfth day of Bacchion,

the god of magical grace and rapture

is summoned from the sea

by those willing to suffer to learn.

All hearts on Mount Parnassus are inflamed

by the scent of burning ivy and vine

as the nymphs of Nysa imbibe of the

ecstasy of madness and destruction.

“Come to us, Thyonidas,

beloved of bacchantes and panthers …

Join us, O nocturnal one,

in our sacred rites.”

The frenzy at the Festival of Thyia

is soon stilled by the prophetic Great Whispering

and the miracle of wine,

which herald the coming of Lord Dionysus.

Dripping with libations of honey and bloody flesh,

the sated god smiles,

for lifeforce itself is borne

in the womb of pleasure and pain.


two beautiful poems by Rumi (13th century):

“ATLANTIS RITUAL BRACELET”: design channeled by Adam Donaldson Powell, made with silver and gold, semi-precious stones and crytals. Note the Atlantis design featuring concentric circles bridged by a cross formation and the symbols from the Universal Language of Light (as channeled by Laila Holand, Norway).

“TRANSFORMATION PENDANT”: design channeled by Adam Donaldson Powell, in silver and gold with aquamarine. Note the Eye of Horus and the Six-pointed Star (symbolizing that there are many ways to God/Enlightenment but that all are based upon Wisdom) and the “A”-tone as the mantra device.

‎”LEMURIA RITUAL NECKLACE”: design channeled by Adam Donaldson Powell, featuring silver, gold and bronze, precious stones, semi-precious stones and crystals. Note the oars which are symbols of the spiritual journey and Transformation process.

‎”NEPALI NECKLACE”: designed by Adam Donaldson Powell, and made in Kathmandu, Nepal, featuring silver, lapis lazuli and turquoise.



A number of Lightworkers have taken a “short cut” to non-emotional detachment, with a supreme focus upon rhetoric and platitudes in our approach to the new consciousness and new spirituality. In spite of this enthusiasm and impatience, there are no short cuts … and we still have to put ourselves through the practical self-developmental and collective involvement (mentally, emotionally and physically) in order to “anchor” our full change of consciousness and dna transformation.

Our higher selves thus create third dimensional challenges in our lives so that we can learn this important balance – which in turn gives us a true understanding of “detachment”, with a higher form of love: love of individual consciousness development in ourselves, in each other, and in the universe. As psychologists / psychiatrists need to undergo such personal experience and training in order to help others, so must Lightworkers do the same.

Your guides and helpers are there to help you through this, and your new strength will further qualify you to do the “great work” that your soul has consented to do. As you know, the number of persons that will approach you for help will increase many fold from this point in time and onward. Having solid balance and underlying strength on all levels will help you in this work, and will also serve as an example for others to begin and carry out their own processes. We are not responsible for doing the work for others; but rather to inspire, encourage and give help to self-help. That is also the only way we can be effective … both in terms of the individual in question as well as in terms of reaching large numbers of the population in a meaningful (developmental) way.

Remember that sharing your feelings and emotions with your environment and with persons you love is essential to equalizing the playing field so that true love and support of another’s ability to master his/her challenges can better be enabled. In this way, it is the highest form of love and respect.

Many so-called “conspiracy theories” and intuitions that we have embraced are now proving to be both accurate and relevant … and are also now being embraced (or considered) by many more on the planet. Keep up the good work … and know that you are making a difference. DARE TO STRUGGLE … DARE TO WIN!

namaste and adonai

Some of my short spiritual messages for Lightworkers follow:

1) A call to Lightworkers: increasingly rapid and successive changes in our consciousness, dna structure, understanding of our galactic environment, the functions of our pineal gland, revelations about deceptions etc. necessitate a new understanding of and approach to psychology and psychiatry. We need to start educating experts in the medical field about spiritual developments now. There is much resistance but the pace of consciousness change and external influences will soon radically increase both the need for spiritually-developed and spiritually-aware medical practitioners, and make Lightworkers’ work in these areas easier. Many of you have been studying psychology, coaching, NLP, Reiki, aura reading and healing etc. for a long time. Listen to your guides for instructions.

2) We planetary citizens (in all our hybrid forms) continuously define our present and future with our thoughts, words and actions. How are you defining the reality you wish to embrace? Do you wallow in the doom and gloom prophecies, or do you take up your sword and your rose, and create “heaven on Earth”?

3) The long-awaited “Divine Intervention” is not merely an external intervention comprised of teams of higher beings, angels, aliens etc. but includes mostly humanoids. Humanoids must now understand that they themselves create reality (present and future) with their thoughts, words and actions. This cannot be stressed enough. Thoughts, light and sound are building blocks of creation. Life forms are created in other ways than mere biological Darwinian explanations. This means that: 1) humanoids have self-determination, and can at any point in time re-create a new and better reality and existence; 2) yes, we are ALL GOD, i.e. self-creating souls that are manifestations of divine energy, and that never “die” because energy and soul entities can not be destroyed but rather transformed; and 3) once we are able to collectively raise the thought consciousness level on this planet enough we will get the assistance we ask for from external forces, which are waiting with excitement to see if we can wake up from our dreams and see behind the various smoke screens that we are obsessed with. WE ARE THE DIVINE INTERVENTION! Please wake up humanoids. But even if you do not, your souls will continue to live and to evolve in other forms (as they do while you are now still in humanoid form).

Learn to focus and direct your thoughts and energies. That will help your self-manifestation abilities. Adonai!

4) Terra is now at the gateway of the Fifth density, and the signs are appearing all over the globe. Do not be misled by charlatans or those who would attempt to promote fear. I say to you verily: Terra will NOT perish as a world. There will be some changes, but many will survive. Lightworkers have much to do in the years to come. Do not look upon 2012 as an ending, but as a beginning – the beginning of a brave new world with a new consciousness. Dear Lightworkers: there are many who will be confused and who will be in fear amidst the transitional changes underway, and which will be speeding up from now on. Show empathy and help them to understand that which seems “miraculous” and “impossible”. Meditate and ask for guidance. Your questions will be answered in all ways possible. Adonai and godspeed!

Happy New Year 2010 oh precious ones!
You are now smack-dab in the middle of the Great Awakening. Many of you are beginning to see through the veils of deception constantly created by those whose God is greed and power and control of humanity and the Universe. There will be many desperate attempts to deceive you further, including natural catastrophes that are man-created, the appearance of “evil” alien spacecraft (which are – in fact – man-made and flown by humanoids that would deceive you), phenomena galore in the skies created by your scientists and military intelligence that would deceive you, attempts to fool large parts of the world population to believe that the new Messiah has arrived just in time to herald in one new world religion and a new world order, and there will be revelations that will shock you – both in terms of lies and scams that you have been subjected to for decades, centuries and even longer periods of time, but also in regards to the extent of scientific technology and outreach into space that your governments actually have achieved … and have largely kept off the public agenda. You see, my precious Lightworkers – you have been busy running around from one small fire to the next, unaware of the large forest fire that is approaching with great force. But now you know. Spread the word! Battalions of souls in great numbers are required for the work at hand. Godspeed!


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1. Terra (Earth) is a unique training ground for souls. While there will be major changes here it will be reconstituted. 2. Evacuation from Terra is not the same as ascension. 3. There is no point in fearing physical death, as the soul never dies. 4. Anyone can create their own “jump room” through thought projection. Anyone that learns to harness this consciousness can also ascend. Human consciousness knows no bounds in this regard. 5. We are here to learn and develop as soul entities. Choose the “quality of life” truly important to that development and live each moment as fully as possible. Our time on the physical plane is precious but it is also only a dream/an excursion within a greater existence. 6. We exist in other dimensions/planes at the same time as our sojourn here on Terra right now. 7. Know thyself, and consciously seek remembrance of who you really are. 8. Your soul family and guides are only a thought/prayer away. 9. Be here now, and do not fear. 10. Each of us and all things are expressions of divinity. That is all we really need to learn. Godspeed!

CHANNELING FROM (X)ANTHROS: an intergalactic entity

(X)anthros advises: “Food, water and air are essential. Learn about what you are ingesting and how to eat for good health and survival. Develop your telepathic skills and your mental skills. There is a battle being waged for control of your minds and dna.”

SOME THOUGHTS ON THE PATH OF COMPASSION — the way of the Intellect of the Heart.

Namaste my beloved brethren!

As you know, the Path of Compassion is a multi-layered concept full of abstractions for he/she that has a one-dimensional (i.e. 3rd dimensional) perspective and approach. The Path of Compassion is also one that many souls use numerous lifetimes on Terra as well as much time in the Interlife to study. There is no final or finite definition of Compassion, as true Compassion is predicated on constant evaluation of and by the individual Soul and the effects of non-action and action upon the Great Progression within the workings of the First Source and Center.

Humanoid perceptions of “compassion” are only one minute aspect of the Path of Compassion, and taken out of context can even lead to violent passive-aggressive, egotistical and manipulative measures.

The mystical and magickal Tarot (in combination with the Qabbalah) gives a very good basic approach to the study of the Path of Compassion.

Compassion begins with the Self – understanding of the amazing and perplexing state of being both an individual and collective Soul entity (in both the emic and etic perspectives – inside looking out, and outside looking in … if you will). Non-attachment on this level gives insight into the pulse of the First Source and Center, our guiding Life Force. This pulse provides us with the basis of true self-love (a non-egotistical love that is non-emotional) and is truly the passion of Divinity breathed into the individual unit of supreme soul emanation. Now, this emanation of Love provides the individual Soul vibrations with a passionate desire to connect with other emanations of Divinity in one’s social, emotional, physical, psychological, political (and other) environments. This – of course – results more often than not in a series of experiences, attractions/repulsions of energy, confusions of interpretation of states of emanation that “seem” foreign and different than one’s own … and decisions to be undertaken. There is always a decision to be undertaken – even when one does not make a decision to do something then that is actually a decision not to act, and there are cause and effect reactions to all that we think, say, do, and conversely to all we do not think, do not say, and do not do. The first fundamental concept I would bring into play here is then that man/woman is a part of Nature. If we look at incarnated beings as physical emanations representing the attributes of Earth, Fire, Air and Water … and then add in Spirit as the interpretive element then we can begin to understand the beautiful complexity of incarnated Soul experience where the “individual” meets its environments, and attempts to balance personal experience and understanding with the Spirit of the Universal Soul.

Every aspect of the Fool on his/her cosmic Journey is an emanation of both the individual and the collective Soul, just as we are all personalities in our dream-states and we are also all that we identify with and do not identify with in our environments. The Path of Compassion is – to me – ultimately the continuous effort to shake myself out of the consciousness of separation (the idea that the individual and the First Source and Center are extricable and separate in any way).

Throughout this journey, the Fool (like the Soul that repeatedly incarnates) tries on many “garments” and roles in order to more fully understand the multiplicity of being part of the First Source and Center. There are many lessons to be learned and this Path requires much courage. It is not about being “nice” to others necessarily – being kind and nice is, as I indicated above, subject to qualification. To me “compassion” in this regard requires the Will to interact with oneself as an emanation of Spirit and with one’s surroundings in ways that honor the ever-developing universal Spirit. The Path of Compassion provides us with reminders that there is no good or evil, that we and others often act or do not act in certain ways in order to achieve and allow for learning for our individual souls and collectively (many times at great expense to the Soul that another may find offensive, when in fact it is a loving gesture), and also in regards to soul contract agreements made in the Interlife. There are – thus – no bad emotions. It is not “bad” to dislike another person’s words, thoughts or behavior, and there is no heaven or hell for good or bad Souls – even those that “kill” another. There is – in fact – no death of the Soul, and all incarnated Soul forms enjoy a physical birth and death, regardless of how or whom helps precipitate the “transformation” and transition.

The Path of Compassion indicates – to me – an honesty (again non-judgmental usage of the word) that is based upon “being here now” – being in one’s Self at the moment and attempting to balance emotions, words, thoughts, and behavior with a consideration of a “total”/self-less developmental and learning experience for oneself, for one’s environment and for the “total” First Source and Center. (“Total” is – of course – a perception.)

The iconic representation of the Archangel Michael, who is an Adept at knowing when and how to employ the rose and the sword, is a glittering example of the Fool in a state of masterful study. The rose and the sword are equally “compassionate” and both have the potential of being non-compassionate, ego-driven and expressions of separation of consciousness. I have referred to the Path of Compassion as involving the intellect of the Heart. It is not the individual heart to which I am referring, but to the Universal Spirit of Divinity of the First Source and Center. That source which affords each and every incarnated and non-incarnated soul expression with creator, creative and divine impulses, and which makes each of us expressions of – or quite simply put – God. To suggest that one never should express discontent with one’s own thoughts, words or behavior – or those/that of one’s environment – is, to me, an over-simplification and possibly judgmental perspective that may actually interfere with necessary individual and collective soul development.

The “response-ability” is overwhelming. In fact, often so overwhelming that it is often just as well to let the intellect of the Heart override the analysis of the Mind.

On quite another level, we are all here to influence and be influenced in different ways. In addition, some of us have accepted assignments as spiritual warriors (if you will) – not necessarily a violent expression but more of a magician in an esoteric sense. There is much upheaval throughout our Galaxy at this time especially, and there ïs much work to be done by many souls on both sides of the Veil. I firmly believe that the individual and collective conscience that resounds: “We do not wish to have this separation of consciousness and its consequences as our reality” is a valid and necessary function and act. Sananda in his incarnation as Jesus was (according to the Bible) quite the spiritual warrior, as are/were many other Adepts. We no longer need gurus or Adepts as our Masters or “intermediaries to God”, but the examples of these iconic personalities contain much inspiration in terms of many possible roles and expressions of the Soul. Separation of consciousness and its consequences cannot be meditated away on a mountain top. Soul and multi-dimensional Interaction with one another is the only comprehensive way to balance.

Ignoring/denying one’s true feelings only keeps the wolf chained to the back door. The key is perhaps to let go of the fear and to release the wolf from our need for him to protect us.

There is much more to be said about these things. In short, I will conclude now by reiterating that my view is that the Path of Compassion is perhaps mostly about supporting the Over Soul in its journey (individual and collective) – i.e. loving not the personality of another being so much as loving the Divine Instinct in all expressions of the Universal Soul and First Source and Center.

Adonai … and Blessed Be!

Two short excerpts from my novella “2014: the life and adventures of an incarnated angel” follow:

All was good for Ga. He had gotten his wish to ascend without first dying … an ‘Enochian’ fantasy he had had for many lifetimes … in order to receive healing and self-realisation, and then return to help the other incarnates on Terra in a more efficient way. He realised that he had worked quite diligently through many lifetimes in order to get to where he was, but also that even this assignment was a natural link in his own chain of greater soul development processes. He had, after all, worked at the Intergalactic Administrative Offices for Soul Development for quite a while – both when in the Interlife, and also while incarnated on Terra and other stars and planets (especially while meditating and sleeping). His primary function was to help the higher-level soul guides to develop incarnation models, in cooperation with soon to be returning souls. Usually, a returning soul was shown up to three different lifetime models from which to choose. These models were presented telepathically, through the life choice cylinders (tubes in which the soul is positioned) while ‘trigger moments’ from the lifetime being presented are communicated on the rotating screen on the walls of the cylinder, through sound and light energy vibrations interacting with the soul’s eternal chakra and aural systems, but also through additional explanation given the inquiring soul at the “Library for soul choice and development”, which contains interactive books with geometric symbols carrying specific messages related to the particular soul’s development. Although quite artistically inclined, Ga had always worked in administration in one way or form – even in his incarnations. In his last sojourn on Terra as Mikael, he had worked in public administration for many years. Ga laughed quietly to himself as he remembered how shocked and disappointed he had been a mere seven years ago when hypnotised by an Interlife regression therapist – back to his lifetime on Terra immediately previous to his incarnation as Mikael. He had discovered that he had had a passion for philosophy and the fine arts in that lifetime, but that due to his family’s expectations he had chosen a career in administration and business … and married another woman who was more ‘appropriate’ for a man of his family’s social stature than his beloved ‘Gretchen’, the domestic with whom he was in love and who worked at the University of Leipzig, where he was a student. He had an unhappy lifetime – feeling unfulfilled and with a sense of having settled for less than he had desired for himself. He died of stomach cancer at the age of forty-nine, and returned (“more than ready”) to the Interlife. Ironically, Mikael’s previous wife played the esteemed role as his mother in his next lifetime, and it was not until Mikael had reached his late forties that he again met up with his beloved ‘Gretchen’ … this time in the form of Thomas, truly his soul mate and his (this time around) male life partner. The relationship lasted, unfortunately, only six wonderful years, as Thomas had ‘contracted’ a mere short-lived appearance in Mikael’s incarnation this time around, before returning to the Interlife for rejuvenation and soon afterwards participating in the apocalyptic Intervention on the Terra surface level; raising consciousness amongst those who did not ascend or cross over to the Interlife. Thomas has recently incarnated and lives with a spiritually awakening family in Brazil. Even more ironic, thought Ga, was that Mikael’s mother had also died of stomach cancer in her last incarnation. ‘How fortunate I have been’, thought Ga, ‘to have had so many highly-developed souls and friends who play the most difficult and painful roles for each other in order to raise each others’ and total soul consciousness development.’ He understood that he could not totally design or control his own incarnation – he could only give his initial consent and make small choices and alterations before and underway – and he marvelled at the expertise and creativity of the system and his colleagues, when looking back at his own highly-entertaining 5D incarnation experiences. Ga missed his soul mate Thomas (Gretchen). He was forbidden to have direct contact with Thomas in his present incarnation, this so as not to interfere with Thomas’ work on the planet, by reminding Thomas of his “true status” in the soul world. However, their higher selves and soul fragments did meet and communicate from time-to-time through soul level telepathic communication. Ga could always recognise Thomas’ presence, and Thomas (in his newly-incarnated humanoid form) experienced a warm shivering when he felt Ga’s soul energy … and this always gave him great pleasure, despite his not knowing what it was or where it came from.

(pages 23-26, “2014: the life and adventures of an incarnated angel”)

Ga fell into a deep trance – both half-awake and half-asleep, and his thoughts and memories gave way to a dream state. In his dream ‘Thomas’, his soul mate, appeared to him dressed in a white, flowing tunic reminiscent of those worn by higher level priests on Atlantis, simple but with a square neckline that was embroidered with spun gold thread in a pattern of connecting three-sided squares. Thomas was smiling and his aura was glowing with light blue, purple and white light. He extended his left hand toward Ga and said telepathically: “Come with me. I have something to show you.” Ga took his hand and rose from his bed, allowing himself to be led through a tunnel of energy and light, finally arriving at the Interlife library and archives. Thomas pointed to a table and bench made of rose-coloured marble, and with nothing more than a huge book on its surface. Ga sat down, still feeling the loving presence of Thomas standing behind him and massaging the aura around his head, neck and shoulders. Ga opened the tome and closed his eyes, permitting three geometric coded symbols from the Universal Language of Light to float up from the silken pages of the book and meld with his Higher Self, imprinting vibrations in the form of blue-white light energy and high sound frequencies upon his consciousness. It was a magnificent Interlife healing experience that made Ga’s aura layers glow with golden light, and in addition provided a spiritual blessing and confirmation that his upcoming mission was – indeed – one of his most important assignments to date. After a short time, ‘Tom’ smiled and telepathically said in Ga’s own angelic dialect (the new Merkabah-tongue): “You are truly loved, and the blessings of the Eternal Soul are with you – both on this upcoming assignment, and always. I am never more than a thought away. Adonai, most honourable Ga.”

And with that, Ga found himself again lying in his sleeping cubicle, and standing over him was ‘Ifafi – now back from his assignment in Iceland. ‘Ifafi smiled and asked: “You called?”

(pages 51-52, “2014: the life and adventures of an incarnated angel”)

A few books that I recommend on the topic of the Interlife and life between lives regression theory and practice:

1) Journey of Souls, by Michael Newton, Ph.D.
2) Destiny of Souls, by Michael Newton, Ph.D.
3) Life between Lives, by Michael Newton, Ph.D.
4) The Book of the Soul, by Ian Lawton
5) The Wisdom of the Soul: profound insights from the life between lives, by Ian Lawton
6) Exploring the Eternal Soul, by Andy Tomlinson

Those seeking to become past life regression therapists and/or life between lives regression therapists, or simply in contacting a therapist that might facilitate a regression, well might be interested in the Past Life Regression Academy. See their WEBSITE.


The eye of the triangle.

Lost in the assertion that
there is no god but God,
the drunken darwish is
rendered ecstatic by the
soma of perfection …
“la ilaha illa allah …
illa allah … Allah!”
Thus, through the magic of Dhikr,
does the Serpent
unite with the Regenerative Spirit
and transgress the mundane.
The secrets of the
unwritten runes within
the eye of the triangle
are deciphered solely through
meditations of the heart;
and the rays of initiation
illumine the paths
of those led by
nothing more than
the promise of Salt.


The Archangel Sandalphon
reprimands human disillusionment
with compassion and vision,
for the enlightenment of Malkuth
is reflected in the veils of Tiphareth.
It is through meditations
of the heart that we encounter divinity;
the voice of the Great I A O echoes
even from a stone:
“Remember that I have never forsaken you,
I am everywhere.”

The Zen of sorcery.

The highest magician
has divined that
the mystery of the veil
behind the veil
is revealed through
the bloody consecration
of his very desire.
Scourged by the beauty
of the Names,
he salutes the dagger
of severity
in ecstatic anticipation of
the Angel of Death.
As all light is borne
from the Darkness,
so is the illusion of Hades
exposed but through Resurrection.
In this way,
the countenance of Isis herself
is unmasked to all
who suffer under oath.

The chalice.

Behold! For within the Great Rite
lay the mystery of the chalice;
swept upwards upon the wings of
divine love and victory,
we consume the Spirit
and re-unite with the Source.
Verily — I am Rhea,
I am the Minotaur …
I am the Chalice.

The Archetypal Kouros.

Seated before the altar
at the Minoan Palace of Knossos,
I drink thirstily from
the chalice of Divine Essence.
The intoxication I attain
tightly binds the
scrotum of my devotion,
and demands unconditional surrender.
as the relentless frenzy
of my invocation
reaches an orgiastic climax,
I both consume and
give birth to myself
in generous libation.

Mirror of darkness.

Quite enraptured by my own image
in a mirror of Darkness,
I abandon both reflection and shadow
for a glimpse of the Unknown.

The night offers no refraction other than
the glint of an inner eye:
yea, the paradox of Blindness is revealed
through discovery of Self alone.

(all from “Collected poems and stories”, copyright Adam Donaldson Powell.)


Like many of you that read these posts on spirituality, I have been a student of “ascension” for many decades – if not lifetimes. There are many books written on ascension, its meaning, the techniques for achieving ascension etc. – some complicated, and some perhaps seemingly superficial. I will be writing more about ascension on these pages, but I would like to offer a few basic thoughts here and now.

The first entry in this series of postings about spirituality includes a channeled pendant: the “TRANSFORMATION PENDANT” (symbolizing that there are many ways to God/Enlightenment but that all are based upon Wisdom) and featuring the “A”-tone as the mantra device. The concepts behind this simple design might embody much of interest to the student of ascension.

1. In my universe, “ascension” is a re-unification of the Self with the Universal Oneness in a state of “remembrance” of who and what we really are, have been and are becoming. It is a condition of being “borne again”, of “returning home”, of healing, of transformation … and finally of “perpetual” enlightenment / samadhi.

2. This “remembrance” or “rebirth” can take many forms: physical death, non-physical death, astral travel, teleportation etc. as well as either totally leaving the third density or cognizant co-existence on several densities at the same time. Once we “remember” who/what we are “well enough” a state of “ascension” prevails, allowing us to be in a more constant “state of remembrance” or “enlightenment”.

3. As indicated in the symbology of the “Transformation Pendant”, there are many ways of “ascension” or “remembrance of who/what we are”. Ascension can be achieved through meditation techniques, rituals of devotion, yoga and martial arts techniques, through musical, literary and artistic endeavors, through the “path of compassion” … and basically through focus of intention where the purpose is to unify the Self with the vibrations of Universal Oneness, and not feed the error of Separation. All paths of ascension are therefore based upon Wisdom, but not necessarily academic or mental prowess.

4. All life forms, energy forms, and thought forms are based upon geometry; and all geometry has its light and sound vibrations. These sacred geometrical forms and vibrations provide us with the building blocks of understanding and “creator instinct and ability”, as well as the means for healing, chakra balancing and – yes – ascension.

5. Awareness of and attunement to sacred geometric forms and light and sound vibrations can heighten our experience and remembrance of our co-existence on several densities and in several locations in the universes and beyond into the state of life between lives. It can also provide us with the tools necessary to construct “wormholes”, “portals” for teleportation as well as meditation and R.E.M. astral travel experiences. While we may think that we stumble upon or construct these “vehicles”, we really make them an extension of ourselves – and thus we become our “portal”. It all begins with thought (thought forms, geometry, light and sound vibration. One small example: I often hear a ringing in my ears just before I am to embark on astral travel or when a channeling is about to come through.).

6. Much ado has been made regarding Ascension and the Shift of Consciousness in these times. Ascension is not “new” as a concept, goal or past-time. However, I believe that the tie-in to the Shift has to do with the dna transformational changes many of us are undergoing, as well as increased exposure to geometric symbols with multidimensional frequencies which are the “keys and codes of Enoch”. That is why I am currently meditating on channeled symbols from the Universal Language of Light. Certain symbols, thought forms, sound frequencies etc. serve as catalysts and manifestation instruments. These “portals” opened by sacred geometry are teleportation and travel machines, and also can be utilized in alchemical ways to change energy form manifestation (much like gas-water, ice-water etc.).

7. Have I ever successfully created a portal/wormhole? Yes, I have.
Have I experienced “astral travel/astral projection”? Yes, I have.
Have I experienced consciousness on several densities at the same time? Yes, I have.
Have I met other “interdimensional travelers”? Yes, I have.
Have I achieved a state of “ascension” yet? No, I have not.
Do I have any universal truths or answers? No, I do not. I am merely a “student of ascension”.

Here are a few symbols from the Universal Language of Light, as channeled by Laila Holand, Norway, as well as her personal experience with the Universal language of Light: LAILA and the UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE OF LIGHT

Regarding the relationship between the Path of Compassion (see above entry) and personal ascension:

I would recommend the following articles on the internet:



My personal perspective: “THE SITUATION IS VERY FLUID …”

We hear that phrase constantly these days … and the same perhaps can be said of the battle for the shift of planetary consciousness here on Terra: the situation is very “fluid”. And that is GOOD NEWS, indeed! It is good that we can determine and change our “present” and “future” with regulation and direction of our energies, our thoughts, our words and our actions … and our Spirit. The responsibility for our consciousness and planetary life on Terra is in our hands …

The fluidity of the planetary consciousness shift process also makes speculation about what we are creating difficult. I still maintain that the planet will not end in 2012 or 2013; a passing by Nibiru may affect us, but it will not destroy the planet; and we are already receiving “assistance” from non-humanoids. Furthermore, 2012-2013 may have some significance in terms of a consciousness shift time line, but merely surviving 2012-2013 will not mean that we are “out of the woods”.

Many maintain that we will not get any assistance in the way of Intervention – either Divine Intervention or intervention from the Intergalactic Federation, and that it is only up to us (we Terrans). Well, it has always been up to us and our levels of consciousness. While Terra will not be destroyed, if we do not continue to raise our individual and planetary consciousness then by 2017 perhaps millions will have lost their mortal lives and ascended through the mortal death process. Of course, the severity of destruction depends on how much we need to destroy ourselves. “The Armageddon was inevitable … We needed it, and so we created it. But it is only illusion …” – from “the tunnel at the end of time” (introduction).

As regards assistance from non-humanoids, there have been many other intergalactic and inter-dimensional beings at work on and in regards to Terra for a long time, and their numbers are on the increase. However, it is up to us to raise the level of planetary consciousness enough so that they can assist us within the restrictions of the laws of Free Will.

We are making progress but (like with the Libyan opposition forces) it is still unknown whether (or not) we humanoids will alone succeed in raising the planetary consciousness enough before we do considerable damage to our beloved planet. The planet will not be destroyed; that will not be permitted. Many believe that outside intervention is not “allowed”. My personal perspective is that assistance to “the willing” or an overwhelming majority of “the willing” to save the planet is preferable because that would boost the consciousness of the planet greatly. However, I do not believe that the total destruction of our planet will be permitted. In fact, I can well imagine that contingency preparations for eventual all-out emergency intervention are already underway by our “alien relatives”. Those who would destroy our planet and restrict a shift in consciousness are having to scramble constantly due to demands from the Intergalactic Federation; and because the “destroyers'” agendas, actions and secrets are being “outed” all the time now. Perhaps the biggest danger is that the population might well just sit back and get bored with it all, and stop trying to sort through the information and planted dis-information … becoming pacified, as tv watchers. That – of course – is probably what some “destroyers” are hoping for. Another danger is that Terrans will sit back and wait for an emergency intervention, and not do the work we need to do individually and collectively as a planet. (That is possibly why so few will build up hopes for an emergency intervention now.) We must not be complacent. It is our planetary (r)evolution of consciousness which is at stake; but rest assured: “1984” is here …

“Spiritual warriors” must continue to stand up and say: “No, we will not have that (this) kind of reality on our planet.” All else (embracing fear, refusing to take responsibility etc.) is perhaps planetary suicide and genocide.

“When the concept of Karma is a bitch …”

The way we perceive the concept of karma could have bearing on our personal ascension process. Negative, punitive, separation-based, guilt-ridden thought forms and patterns are perhaps not the most optimal environment for ascension.

I have (perhaps) a different perspective on “Karma” than many. To me, the only thing that is “limiting” about karma is the way we humanoids often perceive it. I do not believe in an old man in the heavens that is mandating and meting out rewards and punishments. In my mind and heart, within a single lifetime, karma in most meetings between personalities here on Terra is largely cause and effect; and from lifetime to lifetime, incarnation choices and circumstances effecting significant “soul development triggers” are the result of contractual agreements in the Interlife (i.e. agreements between ourselves and our soul community, which we agree to in order to learn various lessons). An “easy” incarnation may thus be followed by a challenging one, or vice versa … or perhaps even several difficult ones in succession. We might play a specific role in the lives of one or several souls in order that he/she/they learn various lessons that they deem necessary for their soul development. Karmic relationships within a single lifetime perspective are not punitive either; and (even though all meetings of personalities on Terra in the course of a single lifetime are not planned out) they are not totally unrelated to the lessons we (and others) desire to learn. They provide us with the opportunity to learn unconditional love when we recognize others as fellow soul mates. Some of these “conflicts” may be pre-arranged before incarnating, and others may be the result of matching souls (matching bookends) with perhaps “mirrored lessons” to be learned, gravitating towards one another and setting growth processes in motion. Sometimes we need conflict in order to learn personal strength, sometimes to learn trust, sometimes to learn how we are experienced and seen by others, sometimes to learn compassion etc.

Embrace these soul development opportunities. Once the needed lesson has been understood and assimilated then “thank” the soul that loved you so much as to play a part in your mutual development, and move on … if there is not more you wish to learn/share with that personality at the present.

It can be self-empowering to say: It was not my karma … it was my choice.


The solution is in the process, the path and the perspective/attitude/approach. Life is a corridor with many doors – all leading to seemingly different places but with the same destination … UNLESS (of course) the approach to opening the doors is nuanced.









… GONE …




To me, ascension and the paths of enlightenment and of compassion vibrate very much around the issue of unity vs. polarization. In “my universe”, aspirations towards ascension and enlightenment result in understanding ever more fully that unity and polarization are one and the same; i.e. two vibrations within the same Creator breath (Allah Hu – the essence of God). Service to the Self and Service to Others are one and the same when we see them from the perspectives of non-separation of consciousness and of Self-love = Universal love. We simply cannot understand one without the other. When we give up this “struggle” and embrace the polarization as unity then the need for separation and conflict subsides. We are both the same and different, in a beautifully simple complexity on many vibrational and esoteric levels … concurrently (which really means at this very moment in universal + personal consciousness, since time and space do not exist beyond that). This is another interpretation of the concept “Be here now”. It is not a “choice”, but perhaps rather a submission to that which is. At the same time, approaching unity often requires embracing perceived differences. Unity is not a static point in non-existent time and space but perhaps rather an undulating vibrational sequence – perhaps in figure eight patterns or the sign of the Ouroboros.

DR. JAVAD NURBAKHSH – the only mortal I ever called “Master”:




Two poems by Adam …


Lost in the assertion that
there is no god but God,
the drunken darwish is
rendered ecstatic by the
soma of perfection …
“la ilaha illa allah …
illa allah … Allah!”
Thus, through the magic of Zekr,
does the Serpent
unite with the Regenerative Spirit
and transgress the mundane.
The secrets of the
unwritten runes within
the eye of the triangle
are deciphered solely through
meditations of the heart;
and the rays of initiation
illumine the paths
of those led by
nothing more than
the promise of Salt.


Our dance is ritual;
a senseless obsession
between two moths
playing with fire.
No chains, no whips.
Just bondage … and the
ever-sweet consequence of
a saber’s cutting edge.

SURRENDER … (by Dr. Javad Nurbakhsh)








a funny thing happened on my way home from the gym …

i was standing at a bus stop, waiting for a bus that was due to arrive in one minute when suddenly a white woman and an african woman approached me. the white woman asked me if i spoke english. i figured something was up but was in a chilled out mood, and answered “yeah, i do.” the white woman then asked me her 64 million dollar question, obviously meant to stump me so that they could come with their religious message about jezus. it seemed as if she was training the african woman to proselytize on the streets of oslo. i looked into her eyes and she quietly inquired: “why do you think that god allows for all of the misery that there is on earth? can you give me an explanation for that?!!”

i smiled and replied: “of course … that is an easy one!” i then quickly explained that god does not interfere with petty human relations and he is not an old man in the skies either. god exists in all of us, and in all things … so if she really wants to know why god does not do his job then she had better ask humanoids why we do not recognize the godliness in ourselves and each other, and act accordingly.

they were completely dumbfounded by my reply … and i – seconds later – stepped onto my bus.

Paradise regained … excerpt from “Le Paradis”.

One day – in the not so very distant future – even my vision will seem “normal” in the eyes of the world.

Le Paradis is a 100% fictional work, touching on many issues in today’s French Polynesia: poverty, wealth, ecology, mythology and the conservation of culture and tradition (au sujet de la pauvreté, de la richesse, de l’écologie, des légendes, et de la conservation du patrimoine culturel).

It is my hope that this work will evoke interest regarding both the threats and consequences of modernisation, ecological disasters and materialism for delicate small societies outside the mainstream political, economic and cultural structures propagated by the large and powerful countries of the world. Many of these “peripheral” societies are struggling to maintain their traditions and cultural specificities. I would further venture to suggest that we who live in the large agenda-setting centres of modernisation, military and economic power and globalised culture have much to learn from these small societies in the far corners of the world, and that the survival of the Earth itself may be contingent upon a willingness to learn simpler and more holistic and interpersonal approaches to life, culture and spirituality.

This time I have chosen French Polynesia as the geographical/cultural entity that serves as a background for the abovementioned message; however, it could just as well have been another set of islands, or another remote society.

Photo by Adam Donaldson Powell

An excerpt from “Le Paradis”:


Part three / 3ème Partie Tales and poetic homages about / Contes et hommages poétiques concernant Mo’orea


Alain, the assistant hotel manager, had just arrived in Mo’orea for a three-day holiday with his family: his wife Vaea (“Peace”), his five-year-old son Jean-Marc, and his newborn daughter Solange. Originally from Montpellier, France, Alain Gastineau had taken a job as concierge at the luxury hotel on Tahiti eight and-a-half years ago. He had gotten the job through Gaspard, a friend from the time of his hotel management studies in Switzerland. Gaspard had a friend who had just become hotel manager at a newly opened tourist hotel in Tahiti, and who was looking for French personnel with luxury hotel and restaurant experience, ambition and talent. Gaspard had recommended that Alain apply, citing his previous work experience at top hotels and restaurants in Bern and in Marseille. It turned out that the only suitable position available at the time was that of concierge, but the hotel was doing quite well and the staff would eventually grow … as would the number of management positions.

Eventually, Alain did advance to the position of assistant hotel manager – which he had now had for the past three and-a-half years. The timing was perfect, as his wife was soon to give birth to their first-born child. In addition, while Alain enjoyed his position as concierge he did find it demanding to always be at the ‘beck and call’ of the tourists … who often had rather unreasonable requests and expectations. The job of a concierge is to realise that which is “impossible” – no matter what it takes. Although Alain was good at his work, he personally felt that he lacked the personal contacts required to do the job as properly as a member of Les Clefs d’Or (the professional organisation of hotel concierge staff persons) might. He felt that he often had to struggle to find the appropriate local service providers and merchants necessary to fulfill the rich tourists’ whimsical requests; this kind of local knowledge must be built up over a number of years of experience.

Unlike most of his other popaa (Western) friends, Alain had fallen in love with and married a vahine just a couple of years after he had arrived in Tahiti. He had only planned to work abroad (i.e. outside of Europe) for three years or so, but it was pretty much ‘love at first sight’ between him and the beautiful vahine Vaea. They were a striking couple: both were tall, he had thick, blond hair cut just above the neck, a square jaw, thin lips, piercing blue eyes, a classical roman nose, and an ex-swimmer’s physique; Vaea was breathtaking by any cultural standards with her light caramel-coloured skin, her olive-brown eyes, her long and straight dark brown hair, the longest eyelashes and the most beautiful full-bodied lips Alain had ever seen and (of course) a sensuous, curvy body that would have inspired a ‘Gauguin’ of any century and painting style.

Both Alain’s family, friends and colleagues had cast more than a few hints that he should wait to get married, but it was clear that it was not the “hastiness” of the engagement and ensuing marriage that worried them, but rather the crossing of racial and cultural lines. While no one doubted that any offspring from the union would (undoubtedly) be as beautiful and as intelligent as their parents, it was the exoticism of being a ‘demi’ (of Polynesian-European descent) that concerned Alain’s family and circle of friends and colleagues. Vaea’s family also had its reservations, but for them family is family … and they would embrace and support their daughter’s children no matter what they looked like, no matter who the father was … and no matter whether or not a child was conceived out-of-wedlock.

That the couple wished to marry was cause for a big family celebration, and Vaea’s parents were happy that Alain had had a good upbringing and that he had a good job. Many Polynesians were either unemployed, or worked at menial and underpaid jobs. The children of Alain and Vaea would not be illiterate or poor, and they would learn both French and Tahitian … properly. And so they got married, and their son Jean-Marc was born soon afterwards. They had recently bought a bungalow on the Isle of Mo’orea – somewhat tucked away from the tourist areas – which they had spent a half-year renovating and refurbishing. The small abode was situated on the western coast, near the small fishing village Baie d’Atiha (Atiha Bay); and was not far from Alain’s favourite French Polynesian structure: l’Église de la Sainte Famille (constructed with lime and coral). Vaea had taken responsibility for fixing up the charming little garden which now glittered with tropical plants and flowers, replicas of marae (ancient Polynesian sacred site) statues and wind chimes made of shells that she had collected. Alain supervised the small construction work and hired an interior decorator to help find the perfect mix of French modern and island interior design. The work was recently completed, and they had just brought their family of four to the bungalow for a three-day holiday … and to celebrate Alain and Vaea’s wedding anniversary.

Alain was very happy with his new life on French Polynesia. He was always a conscientious student and employee, but after several years away from Western Europe he had begun to realise that he was – in fact – not 100% comfortable with the “rat race”— with the “he who has the most when he dies is the winner” materialistic mentality, nor the dehumanisation experienced through being a “good soldier” who constantly runs after the clock and conducts his life according to standardised values, thought patterns, ideologies and social-economic systems. He was too young to have experienced the “hippie generation” and was – in the eyes of most people – considered conservative and normal. However, since moving to the islands he had learned to loosen his collar, breathe in between appointments, delight in people who were different from himself and to enjoy the nature around him without “scheduling in” a walk in a city park or a summer holiday. He loved his wife Vaea, and his two wonderful children: Jean-Marc and Solange. They were both quite intelligent, and had many of the typical traits of so-called “indigo children” and “crystal children”: they were intelligent (but quickly bored by things they considered to be unimportant); they were empathetic, sensitive, intuitive, curious, creative, independent … but also rather headstrong and insistent that they just knew certain things to “be true”. Jean-Marc particularly loved Vaea’s stories about Polynesian history, mythology and her explanations of the hand and body movements in traditional dance, the symbolism of Polynesian tiki and tattoos, and he was always “hungry” for information about local flora and fauna. Solange – although only five months old – almost never cried, and her broad smile and open eyes were like the sun rising over Mount Mouaputa (“the pierced mountain”).

Alain had found his “paradis” here in the Society Islands. He was – in many ways – “reborn”. The three days passed all too quickly, and seeing how much Vaea and the children enjoyed the bungalow and their time on Mo’orea, Alain suggested that they stay for several more days. Alain had to return to the job on Tahiti, but could return to Mo’orea on Sunday to bring his cherished little family home. When Alain returned to Mo’orea, he was overjoyed to see his loved ones. They had never before been away from each other for so many days. Solange had been sick for two days – nothing serious, but had a fever – and the local doctor had recommended that she remain at rest for a few more days and return to him on Tuesday. This meant, of course, that traveling back to Tahiti already on Sunday afternoon was out of the question, and Alain telephoned his boss to tell him that he needed a few more days on Mo’orea. His boss (Bruno) was quite understanding, and suggested that he take a two week vacation, as Alain had been working very hard the past months – often relieving Bruno of many managerial functions while the new hotel annex was under construction.

Both Alain, Vaea and his children were ecstatic over being able to remain at the bungalow for yet another two weeks, and that papá was going to be with them every day – without running to work every day and working long hours. When the children had been tucked in for the night, Alain and Vaea had an evening romantic picnic for two in front of the bungalow – with French wine, bread, fruit and cheeses from France and Switzerland, which Alain had brought with him from Pape’ete – and held each other and kissed for what seemed like hours as they gazed out over the Mo’orea landscape and breathed in the luscious, fresh country air.


“Bonjour, mon amour !” said Alain, leaning over a still-sleeping Vaea.

“E aha?” replied Vaea sleepily.

“Ia ora na. E aha te huru?” (Good morning. How are you?) whispered Alain into her ear, while kissing her neck.

“Bonjour Alain. E aha te hora i teie nei? Quelle heure est-il ?” (What time is it?) exclaimed Vaea as she attempted to bolt out of bed in panic for having overslept.

“Aita pe’ape’a! Pas de problème !” (Don’t worry!) replied Alain, lightly pushing Vaea back into a reclining position. “Il est huit heures et quart.” (It is eight fifteen in the morning).
“But what about the children … and breakfast?” asked Vaea.

“Both children are bathed, dressed and waiting for us in the kitchen, and breakfast is all made. We are only missing you … our Polynesian Queen. Why don’t you bathe and get dressed, and we will see you in fifteen minutes or so for a nice Continental breakfast – Tahiti-style,” said Alain, before he kissed Vaea on the lips.

Vaea smiled but pushed Alain away when the kiss began to get a bit too passionate, saying: “Be careful … or I may never get out of this bed. We both know what that kind of kiss leads to!”

Alain tickled her, and they both laughed for a minute before Vaea suddenly ran from the bedroom into the bathroom and began singing in Tahitian. Vaea stood naked before the bathroom mirror, combing out her long dark hair which reached down to her shoulder blades in the back and covered much of her breasts on the front. She thought of her relatives and her childhood friends, and how different her life was from theirs. She had “married well” in relation to most. Her husband was kind to her, generous, a loving father, faithful (as far as she could tell) … and he made a good, stable income. She lived neither in the slums on the outskirts of Pape’ete nor on one of the poor outlying islands where the amenities of modern civilisation were worlds away. She should be happy … and she was – except for moments like this, when she suddenly longed for a simpler and more carefree life, without possessions, without time schedules, and without all the constant expectations that had to be lived up to … both with regard to the French purebred, the demis who were trying to balance between their French/European, American or Chinese roots and their Polynesian ancestry and customs, and her own Polynesian friends and relatives. She wondered what kind of life her own children would have as adults: how they and their children would adjust and fit in, and how much of their forefathers’ cultural traditions and wisdom would remain in their environment and their personal identities. Both she and Alain had attempted to provide the children with a bilingual upbringing, and Vaea and her parents always told the children stories and legends passed down in her family from generation to generation. However, Vaea could already see the results of Western materialism at work, and she knew that her children would have to strive to become as “French” as possible in order to maintain their living standard when they became adults. She was torn. On the one hand, she wanted her children and their children to have all the conveniences that went along with a European or American upbringing: to live well, to have good-paying and secure jobs, to travel the world, go to the best schools, etc., and on the other hand she wanted them to become local leaders who would work to resurrect soon lost traditions and values and, perhaps, even to work for independence for French Polynesia. These were things she wanted for herself actually as well, but she accepted that her greatest contribution and hope was to raise her children to achieve these dreams for themselves and her countrymen. A lone vagabond tear slowly streamed down her left cheek … soon followed by another welling up in her right eye. She splashed some water on her face, put on a Polynesian wraparound and joined her little family in the kitchen for breakfast.

“Ia ora na”, said Alain as he kissed Vaea on the forehead. “E aha te huru? (Ça va ?)”

“E ma’i to’u”, Vaea replied, repeating in French: “Je suis malade.”

“Tu es malade, mon amour ? Qu’est-ce que c’est ?” asked Alain in a concerned tone.

“Aita pe’ape’a (“Don’t worry”) … it is nothing. I feel a little depressed. I think I am just a bit tired.”

“It is no wonder,” said Alain. “You have had the kids all alone, twenty-four hours a day, for several days now. Why don’t you take the day off, and go be by yourself. I can take care of the kids. Besides, I have missed them and have already made plans with Jean-Marc to drive down to the bay and hire a boat for the afternoon. We will take Solange with us. It is no problem, really!”

“That is not necessary. This is your vacation, and we are supposed to be enjoying this free time being together and celebrating …”

“Chuut !” Alain interrupted. “Not another word. We have several days before us, and we will have many fun activities together. You need a break. Perhaps you could go for a walk and take in some nature, or go swimming … or even just relax and do nothing.”

“Well … if you are really sure. I will have dinner ready for you when you get home…”

“Forget dinner,” interrupted Alain again. “We will pick up some delicious food down at one of the restaurants at Cook’s Bay and bring it home. Today you will only relax – Mo’orea-style! It is twenty past nine now; and we will not be back home before six this evening so you will have plenty of time to do whatever you want.”

Jean-Marc was quite excited about spending the day with his father, and had a thousand questions he wanted answers to: what kind of boat they would drive; if they would go fishing; if they would ride Le Truck or a car etc. Solange just smiled and cooed, happy to be a part of any joy and excitement.

Vaea felt a little guilty, but mostly relieved to have a day to herself, and after breakfast urged her little family to get on its way and to leave the dishwashing to her. She kissed each of them as they left the bungalow, and stood in the doorway – waving goodbye until they were out of sight.

She had decided to pack a knapsack with food and drink and to hike around in Opunohu Valley, visiting the many maraes such as Marae Titiroa, Marae Ahu-o-Mahine and Marae Afareaito. If she had time, she might even continue all the way up to the lookout (Belvédère) and take in the fantastic view of Mount Rotui. She became quite excited as she scrambled to put on her t-shirt, jeans and sneakers. This expedition reminded her of those she often took in her youth – sometimes alone, and sometimes with her closest friends. She thought of the delightful chestnut tree forests, the streams, the often elusive side paths known only to locals and the sometimes steep climbs … and the magical maraes – remnants of her forefathers’ civilisation. Vaea was again singing as she left the bungalow and mounted her off-road bicycle. If only for today, she was now on holiday …

The maraes

The warm, mild breeze felt soothing upon Vaea’s face. Sometimes it seemed strange to her how different she felt being on Mo’orea. Even though the island is situated only sixteen kilometers northwest of Tahiti, being there felt almost like she had traveled to another Polynesian world. While there were many tourists on Mo’orea during the tourist seasons, their bungalow was outside of the tourist district, and Vaea both knew of many places she could escape to on the small island as well as the best times to visit natural and historical sites in order to avoid tour groups.

Mo’orea is (of course) famous for its emerald-coloured mountains, its valleys, waterfalls, jagged peaks and volcanoes kissing the skies, incredible views, fabulous lagoons and the delicious sandy shores. It is not strange that it is thought by many to be one of the most beautiful places on the planet. But Vaea also loved the easier pace, and the closeness to traditions and ways of living practised by many of the local inhabitants, as well as the lush abundance of fruits and flora found in the mountains, along the coast and in the valleys: mimosas, puaratas (New Zealand Christmas trees), tree ferns, acacia, lantana and guavas, coconut palm trees, uru (breadfruit), mape (Tahitian chestnut), tou, fara, purau (used to make grass skirts), aito (Iron tree), pineapple plantations, gardenias, heliconias, plumerias, hibiscus etc.

Vaea set her course in the direction of Mount Mouapouta to visit the ancient maraes built by her forefathers and the Belvédère lookout point. She looked forward to sitting and meditating at a couple of these maraes in particular. She always felt both a profound sense of peace and an energising effect when she was there in the middle of the forests, communing with the spirits at these previous social and religious gathering places – well watched over by the tikis (statues).

Vaea took the valley road past the agricultural college and soon reached the Marae Titiroa. She felt her heart begin to race as she dismounted her offroad bicycle and walked through the mape forest. She soon reached the tohua (platform of the council) and the two small maraes nearby. She pulled some bottled water from her knapsack and sat cross-legged on the tohua, breathing deeply past her chest and into the lower regions of her mid-section … releasing all the stress and tension that had built up since the last time she had been at the maraes. After about fifteen minutes of meditation Vaea stood up and walked her bicycle further down the forest path toward Marae Ahu-o-Mahine. According to local tradition the marae is named after the grand chief Mahine, who was chief of the area during the time of Captain Cook. As she approached the altar in the centre of the marae, which was edged by hand-hewn round stones, Vaea asked the spirit of the great Mahine to continue to watch over her family. She felt an inner warmth overtake her, and she was almost certain that the sounds of nature she heard around her were the sounds of the marae coming to life. In her imagination Vaea could discern the voices of groups of her ancestors bartering and exchanging goods, socialising and discussing local politics. She marveled at how these sacred gathering places had been maintained from generation to generation, even building newer maraes around older ones or stones from other maraes. She remembered that the summer solstice was approaching soon; the perfect time for being at the marae as it was generally during the summer or winter solstice that chiefs were honoured. This because the solstices were identified as times where the portals to the stars were most open; and traditionally, deceased chiefs were transported from the coast in holy war canoes and burned on funeral pyres at the marae. For Vaea, these thoughts and stories concerning her ancestors were beautiful “family jewels” to be passed down to her children and their children as a way of preserving at least some of the culture and heritage of Polynesia internally … even though modernisation and globalisation was wiping out much of the traditions and the old ways of living.

From Marae Titiroa, Vaea continued on to Marae Afareaito. The path between the two maraes was confusing for non-natives to follow, but Vaea remembered the way instinctively. She had taken this path many times before in her teenage years. This large marae was her favourite. She sat for a good half hour on the ahu, leaning against the back rests originally used by priests, and gazing out at the crescent-formed archery platforms used by archery competitors in ancient times. She smiled to herself as she thought of the daily news reports about warfare and the use of weapons in violence and crimes all over the world, noting that archery was always a ritual and sporting activity amongst her ancestors … and never a form of warring.

Vaea looked at her watch. It was two o’clock in the afternoon. If she proceeded onward now she would reach Belvédère (the lookout point) in time to eat her lunch and still arrive home at the bungalow in time for dinner. She mounted her bicycle and began the steep climb up the winding road to Belvédère. Belvédère had always been one of her favourite places on Mo’orea, with its scenic views of half the island: including Cook’s Bay and Opunohu Bay, as well as Mount Rotui. There were several tourists and hikers at the lookout when Vaea arrived, so she decided to leave after ten minutes or so … after all, this was a view she knew with her every heartbeat and breath; it was a gateway from her very soul. She proceeded to one of the island’s waterfalls, which was just a short walk from Belvédère. Fortunately, she found herself completely alone except for a young Polynesian teenage couple … embracing and kissing on the opposite side of the waterfall. Suddenly Vaea thought of Alain, and wished that he were here to share in the natural paradise at hand … but part of the magic of this place and the moment for Vaea was being alone; alone with her thoughts, alone with nature and the internal and external silence and harmony.

She sat down on a rock near the cascading water, removed her shoes and ate her picnic lunch consisting of pineapple and guava, cheese and bread. After eating she stretched out onto her back, resting her head upon her clasped hands. Daydream soon turned to sleep, and when Vaea awoke to the sounds of tourists who had found their way to the waterfall she quickly looked at her watch … noting that the time was now almost five o’clock in the afternoon. She must be getting home.

And with that, Vaea proceeded to walk back to Belvédère and the road. On the way droplets of water began to “rain” from some of the trees. She heard the tourists in the distance exclaiming that a storm must be coming, but Vaea looked up into the clear blue sky and smiled while thinking that the tourists had obviously not been told about the “raining trees”. Vaea had her own ideas about this phenomenon, amusing herself with the idea that the trees occasionally rain tears of sorrow in remembrance of dead chiefs … upon command from Oro, the Polynesian God of War. It was, after all, the followers of Oro who brought the tradition of building maraes from Raiatea (Havai’i fanau’ra fenua, or “Havai’i the cradle”) to Mo’orea and Tahiti. (Vaea had experienced “raining trees” on both Tahiti and Mo’orea.) She also wondered if the trees were not crying because the marae tradition had been abandoned. By the time Vaea reached the lookout, there were no tourists left and she spent another fifteen minutes gazing out at the reflections of volcanic peaks in the waters in the distance. It was then that she decided that she would convince Alain to move to Mo’orea. It would be better for the children, for her and for their relationship. She felt the stress of living in Pape’ete even more so now that they had been away for days on end. Alain could initially commute weekly to work on Tahiti … just as some of the other inhabitants of Mo’orea. Besides, in his line of work, she was certain that Alain eventually could find the same kind of job at a luxury hotel on Mo’orea.

The bicycle ride home seemed quicker than the journey to the maraes and Belvédère. She was a woman with a purpose, and the seeds of change were waiting to be sown. It was a quarter to seven in the evening when she arrived home. When Vaea walked through the doorway of their bungalow, she was received affectionately by Alain and their children. Alain had bought Tahitian poisson cru for dinner (cubes of raw fish marinated in lime juice and coconut milk).

“Ça va ?” he asked eagerly.

“Oui. Ça va bien !” replied Vaea.

Vaea hugged both her children and spoke only Tahitian throughout the meal. After tucking the children in for the evening Vaea walked into the main room of the bungalow, began to sing and dance in a flirtatious way before Alain and then pulled him to his feet, explaining: “Come with me to the bedroom. We have a lot to discuss …”

Alain needed no further coaxing. And Vaea smiled wryly, humming to herself the old film song: “A man chases a girl until she catches him.”

Copyright Adam Donaldson Powell


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