“Democracy is broken”

I watched the video of Carole Cadwallader deliver her talk at TedX2019. There was a tremor of nerves in her voice that disappeared as passion for the truths she documented took over. Interestingly, her presentation was slotted into the category, Truth! Carole is a journalist with The Observer and researcher with Cambridge Analytics, the organization  that presented detailed evidence of how Facebook influenced the Brexit vote with a campaign of lies and distortion. She quoted Parliament: “Democracy is now broken. The 100 years of laws to protect it have been circumvented by technology.” Watch the video. It will be an excellent investment of your 15 minutes. TedX: Democracy Is Broken

This confirmation of what you already suspected is a hard truth to face. Social Media brings us many benefits. We can have relationships with people no matter where they live; make new friends, stay in touch with old friends and family, give and receive support for living. This wiring together of cultures has the potential to increase understanding and collaboration war-2545307_1920around the world. And like any tool that can be used for either good or ill, it has been used to pit people against each other and stimulate the fear that produces violence. We deal with the tragic aftermath we see all around us. Right now, we’re at a major choice point.

Social Media is a powerful tool to grow a business by effectively and easily interacting with thousands of people. I’m an author. Social media is the most important tool an author has to help her readers find her books, buy them, and share their enthusiasm. Enthusiasm + sharing = sales = money = paying the bills. It can also do serious damage through unwarranted attacks by individuals, through manipulating algorithms or through direct interference in how information is placed or lost. Unfortunately, mob rule also finds an audience on Social Media. Misunderstanding - whether accidental or intentional - stirs up whoever is most frustrated and like a hungry lynch mob, groups go after the target of the moment.

entrepreneur-593357_1920Authors have been advised for some time now to build their email list rather than be dependent on a sometimes benevolent, sometimes malignant, 3rd party platform. There are certainly alternatives to Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, all of which are owned and operated by the same group. If you decide to get off those giants, you have to find alternatives and learn to use them. You have to sacrifice the greater, supposedly-predictable impact these platforms offer with their greater reach for a lesser one with potential. With so much competing activity on social media, it’s increasingly difficult to have an impact without it. But - do you want to be part of a system that collects your information to manipulate you, not only into buying certain products but into voting and behaving certain ways? That perpetrates crimes to destroy innocent people, whole cultures? Where is your moral line?

Social Media is a powerful way to offer resources and support to people struggling with devastating illness and trauma. It’s even a powerful way to expose corruption and criminal activity. This discussion is a Case in point. The questions to consider are these: can it be controlled? Who is able - and willing - to do so? What are the consequences of doing nothing? 

Right now we see social media triggering hatred and violence against those hated. The biggest challenge is the difficulty in knowing what’s true. We’re trained to believe what we see, but technology can make visuals that look real and call them news. When you get overwhelmed by angry people spouting insults are each other, you tend to retreat into the nearest familiar-feeling shelter, usually not checking to see whether that too is a false front. Yet social media also offers spiritual, heart-centered folk a platform in which to meditate together, learn together, know what situations to pray for. black-and-white-earing-guy-1278566So is it better to withdraw in order to protect the details of your life from being used against you? To avoid the risk of being tricked by lies? (Spoiler alert: you’ve already been tricked, it hasn’t stopped, and it’s not likely to in the near future.) This is what makes it so difficult to know what to do. We’re rarely aware of how much we’re managed by technology.

Can we  -  how can we  -  keep technology a blessing rather than a curse? How can we make a corrupt system hold those whose corruption makes them rich, accountable? What can I do? What can you do?

One thing you can do is talk about it. Share what you learn on the platforms in question. Once you stop being afraid of facing the collusion  -  once you take a stand – you find other people who have stopped being afraid and are taking a stand. As your community grows, people will have ideas. Solutions will appear. We can’t sit around waiting for someone else to take the lead. They may or may not, but Carole Cadwalleder already did. She told us truth and gave us evidence to support it. Change begins with one step, one stand, the courage to face the truth, and the courage to choose who to be. Do you really want to live in what is already being called the “post-truth era?” When you look back on this pivotal time, who will you wish you had been?

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At first, CyberShark was a lark – a cool, high-tech game. As CEO, Ben flexed his Matt Damon swagger and cocky grin and charmed investors. His gift for gab didn’t hurt, either. 

It was still a lark when the tidal wave of money rolled in. 

It stopped being fun when the Beta test flopped and Ben realized he was completely on the hook for the whole damn project. Worse, this failure involved not just science – not his forté – but quantum science, the modern explanation for how spiritual practices affect the whole, bloody universe. Where the hell should he even start?
Wait! Terra! His crazy cousin was always lighting candles and burning sage. Hadn’t she even traveled places to do retreats, quests, or something? Would she still be mad at him for yanking her chain when they were teenagers? Maybe, but desperate times call for desperate measures. 
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“I’m Terra Kano. I was a Sheriff’s Detective until my cousin Ben’s panicked call for help. I was shocked. Ben always dissed my magic, but now his new technology won’t work without it – the magic of pure intention and humility, that is. Ben’s life and fortune don’t mean diddly squat now that the Slave Masters are after his invention. If Ben doesn’t master spiritual magic, we’re toast. Every human on the planet could be enslaved…forever! 

I have to help him, right? So let’s do this thing!”

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Poet at WorkI was blocked. I was way past deadline on a crucial phase of writing.

I quit trying to push through, went into my bedroom and closed the door. I sat on the bed, ate a piece of chocolate, and partook of herbal medicine, then settled down in the muted light.

I could feel the block in my upper torso. It hit me that I had been avoiding looking at it for a while, which only gave it time to solidify. Shit! I’m a shamanic practitioner. I facilitate the clearing of blocks for other people. I could certainly do it for myself.

I opened my crown and energy started pouring in. My third eye pulsed. Electricity sparked through my shoulders and upper arms. I felt myself getting lighter. In my mind’s eye, I saw a dark mass in my field break into chunks that fell into the river of energy and were washed away. Phew!

I still lay with eyes closed, intending to drowse, but – Ja! The ideas started coming. I grabbed pen and  paper from my bedside and began to write, which is what you’re reading right now.

The whole point of spiritual work is to make life as good as possible.

This is me applying what I know in my own life. Don’t laugh. You’d be surprised how many wise and kind people forget to apply their wisdom and kindness to themselves.

So I’m signing off now to doze and envision my body and my life within a flowing golden current.

One request: please don’t leave without sharing a little about how you do this.  Thanks!

Celebrating Silver

There is something extraordinarily beautiful about BEING AN ELDER. It took me a while to get here. I cruised through the decades pretty blithely – until my 70th. That one hit me hard. Now I could feel the weight of years behind me and the lightness of the years ahead. My body went through some painful changes – and then, as my mental state rebounded, so did my physical state.

As the path of physical embodiment in front of me shortened, I began to dig deeper into each moment and to sort and sift through my priorities, releasing everything but the most meaningful activities.

I found how much both time and joy respond to presence and awareness. My body responded, too. I feel strong and balanced – and I listen closely to my body’s signals. Now people frequently tell me my energy is young, that I am “youngering.” I feel it, too, that curiosity about everything I’m learning and the deeply fulfilling privilege of focusing on my passions.

Head Shot RedI am grateful to be the age I am and to be part of the Tribe of loving, supportive souls who are Being Love. We are not afraid of “woo woo;” rather, we invoke its power. Nor are we afraid of this so-called “reality,” for we know how to use woo woo to shift it. We are bringing the powerful magic of loving intention to a world that desperately needs comfort and guidance.

My white hair? My less firm skin and the wrinkles the years have etched into my face?  These are badges of honor that I wear a little defiantly and a lot more proudly.

These days I hang out only with people who are doing their own work and growing in the way their souls designed. You know who you are. You know how much I love you. So don’t be afraid of silver strands in your hair or changes in the shape of your face. The wiser you get, the more beautiful you become.

Thoughts?

My Name is Terra!

Hello! Glad to meet you. I’m Terra Kano, Heroine in The Shaman Chronicles (previously called the Energy Unveiled series). I’m passionately in love with Nature and every living thing on Planet Earth. I LOVE how everything is more-than-human.

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While I may have sailed past the half-century mark, I’m prime in every way, and attractive, too. At least that’s what people tell me. The ones who like me, not the ones whose butts I just kicked. The things they say are way less flattering!

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I’m so grateful to have a body that is strong and reliable. I run nearly every day to keep her in shape, as well as to sweat away the stress of my job as a detective for the Arlington County, VA, Sheriff’s Department.

 

I thought I could manage working in law Woman Weeping enforcement because my spiritual practices would keep me balanced, but the Dead Angels case almost did me in. My own twin daughters were the same age as the victims whose corpses kept turning up. What kind of monster focuses on killing lovely pre-teen girls?

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I had to go back to basics – back home to Dad, to Molokai, Hawaii, to Simeona and the Huna spiritual tradition – to find my center again.

 

And now Ben, my cousin and…well, when we were running together as teenagers on Molokai, we were best friends. In spite of how he dissed my mystical connections with plants, animals, spirits. I’m in shock – and curious – that Ben humbled himself to beg me for help. Woman MagicHe says without my knowledge of spiritual principles and how to make magic, he and his multi-billion dollar technology company are toast. BURNT TO A CRISP toast.

What?

How can technology have any connection to spiritual principles like intention and vibration? Can the tools of shamanism help us save ourselves?

You’ll see in Book 1, Protectors of the Grid (formerly The Crystalline Vision). I’m willing to help, and so are the spirits, but Ben may not like what he needs to do. But then, his whole life – his career, billions of dollars, and ultimately the survival of humanity – are at stake! I’ve never seen him this desperate. That’s a lot of motivation.

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This turned out to be even more of an adventure than I bargained for!
Come with us! It’s a wild ride!

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The Crystalline Grid Is Not Broken!

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The Crystalline Grid is a critical component in Protectors of the Grid, Book 1 of The Shaman Chronicles (reborn from The Crystalline Vision, Book 1 of the Energy Unveiled series).  The Grid is a configuration of energy that flows around and enlivens our lovely planet. This grid is not merely a figment of my imagination. There is an abundance of speculation about the grid, about the portals or gateways that appear at many intersections of the grid lines and about the way the grid directs the flow of energy around our planet.

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Many of the sacred symbols that frequent esoteric literature appear to represent the Crystalline Grid. 

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In Protectors of the Grid, the grid is a dodecahedron, which means five-sided shapes, like a beehive – because that’s the way the guides told me to write it.   dodecahedronMore often the grid is portrayed as triangular shaped.

The Crystalline Grid reminds us that Earth is a living being and that energy comes to humans from many sources. If we could see the Grid, we might take it less for granted, but then, we can’t see electricity or gravity either. We experience the impact they have in our lives indirectly, by being tied to the ground, by seeing light or feeling heat.

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I invite you to experiment with notion of the Crystalline Grid for yourself. Use it for your prayers. Send your love and healing energy wherever it is needed across the globe, then wait and watch. Don’t dismiss changes you observe as mere coincidence. What if? What if your thoughts and intentions sent remotely across the grid land powerfully and make an enormous positive difference?

If you’re still curious about the Crystalline Grid, do a web search to learn the many modern and ancient interpretations regarding it. And if you’d like to enjoy a good story with the grid as a central feature, stay tuned to this channel to have first chance to pre-order your copy of The Crystalline Vision.   

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Protectors of the Grid, Book 1,  shows off its makeover on April 27th.

Protectors of the Path, Book 2, emerges with its new look May 11th.

Protectors of the Water, Book 3, for the first time in any dimension, makes its proud debut on May 25th.

Protectors of the Gifts…well, my dears, I have already downloaded the first few chapters and an incredible story is gestating for your reading pleasure shortly. Isn’t it comforting to know the Protectors are constantly on duty to save You, your loved ones and this lovely Planet from the devastation threatening all life! 

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The End of Her World

She watched her mother’s face as all color drained away. For once, her mother had heard her. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

She wasn’t used to winning. Now, watching her mother collapse into the kitchen chair, her stomach clenched and her eyes burned. The crippled hands that had always been so busy gripped the edge of the table as though her mother needed something – anything – to hold onto. Her breath was quick and shallow, like a dog panting in summer heat.

Mercedes realized she was holding her breath and gasped, air rushing into her lungs. Words flew through her mind, vanishing before she could capture the right ones.

“But why?” her mother wailed.

Mercedes heard the fear in the plaintive cry.

“It’s so far.” Her mother’s milky eyes filled with tears.

Because it’s far enough from you, Mercedes thought, but didn’t say.

“Because that’s where work is,” Mercedes replied. And Rafael. And escape from this dry, dusty place that shrivels my soul.

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“No, Mamita, it’s not about you. It’s this place. There is no life for me here, no friends, no school.”

“Juan…”

“No! I don’t love Juan! We’ve been over this again and again.” Mercedes shuddered at the image of the squat adobe house bleached by the desert sun, the man with the empty eyes and hunched shoulders who lived just down the road.

Mercedes averted her eyes from the tears trickling down the parchment skin of her mother’s cheeks.

“Let Juan take care of you, Mamita. You are safer here in the country than you would be in the city. But I need more. I will send you money.”

Her mother snorted and shook her head. “What do I need money for? There is nothing around here to buy!”

“My point exactly, Mamita,” responded Mercedes, passion rising within her. “If you could see, you would understand. There is nothing here to give life color or music.”

Mercedes lifted her gaze beyond the green of corn and beans to the monotone sweep of desert and barren hills.

“Don’t you remember from when Papi brought you here, when your eyes first began to fail?”

“I remember, but it was beautiful to me. Safe. Peaceful. It was safe for you, too, as it got harder to see. It was just the right thing to do.” Her mother’s voice was strained.

“For then, Mama. Not for now. At least not for me. You know this place so well that you get along fine without seeing. I can’t imagine that your beans and tortillas could taste any better than when you could see. You can tell when the garden needs water and your feet find the path easily. You can shuck corn faster than I can still.”

“But, Mija, I will be so lonely without you,” her mother whispered.

Mercedes knew that her mother mourned the babies she would not hold, babies Mercedes refused to make with the slow, silent Juan.

Musician for MercedesShe thought about Rafael and felt heat flush her cheeks as the muscles in her belly tightened. She wanted so much to make babies with Rafael. The boys would be strong like him, and laughing. The girls would have his flashing eyes and easy grace. She would bring them to visit. But she couldn’t tell Mama that. Mama didn’t know about Rafael. She would never approve a husband who wasn’t Catholic. Unless there was a beautiful baby to help her change her mind.

Her mother covered her face with her worn, twisted hands and her shoulders shuddered as she sobbed.

Mercedes stiffened. She would not give in this time. Since Papi died, Mami leaned more and more on her. She was nearly 27, almost too old for niños. She was lucky that Rafael wanted her in spite of her age. Mami would forgive her when she brought her a baby to hold. Rafael would not fix things around the place, but he would play his guitar and sing songs until Mami laughed and clapped her hands. Farmer Juan

Following that train of thought, Mercedes blurted out, “Juan will take care of you, Mami, and then he will not be lonely either.”

Her mother sniffed. “He has been like a son to me.”

Mercedes heard the accusation that her mother’s clamped lips cut off. Not like you, the daughter who wants to run away. But this time Mercedes hardened her heart, the color and fabric of her new life beckoning.

She saw her mother’s grief turn to anger, which flushed her cheeks red as she pressed her lips into a thin line. Mamita pushed down on the table and stood, wobbling only a little. The chair behind her scraped across the dirt floor but stayed upright. As Mercedes watched, Mamita turned her face toward the breeze that gusted through the open door and followed it outside, her steps sure on the familiar path.

Mercedes followed her, put her arms around the stiff, unrelenting shoulders. “Mamita…” she breathed.

Desert Sunset“Don’t Mamita me, Mija. You are the one who is leaving.”

Mercedes gazed past her mother to the blaze of coral that spread across the horizon as the sun sank behind the clouds of dust, painting the monotone landscape with a rosy glow.

“Friend or foe?”

“Could be either,” Kale replied.

Lila, the Mo’o, is an important character in The Crystalline Vision, and a most unusual one. A Mo’o is a mythical being unique to the Hawaiian Islands. An article in Maui Magazine describes them this way.

“Most moʻo of legend are female, shapeshifters capable of appearing as beautiful maidens or water dragons. They dwell in caves, pools, and fishponds and are fierce guardians of freshwater sources. According to nineteenth-century Hawaiian historian Samuel Kamakau, when fires were lit on altars near their homes, the moʻo would appear: twelve- to thirty-foot-long reptiles, black as night, glistening in the water.”

Shapeshifter? Now we’re talkin’!

Well, you can imagine what happened next. She no sooner had my attention than Lila started talking. First she described mo’os in general – a dragon-like lizard up to 30 feet long or – a beautiful, seductive woman. In either form she can act as protector or destroyer.Tyrannasayaus Rex

Lila said that in her lizard form, her teeth are gigantic, like a tyrannosaurus rex,Lizard Body

but that her body is more like an iguana.

 

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When she shapeshifts into a woman…

 

…Lila appears as a beautiful, Lila as Womanseductive islander.

Poor Ben. Lila, the Mo’o is attached to him for better or for worse, like an animal spirit guide, or like those old cartoons in which an angel sits on one shoulder, a devil on the other, arguing their cases.

Ultimately, Lila makes Ben face his choices. It’s not easy. He’s resisted acknowledging everything invisible his whole life, and as CEO of the hottest tech company in town, he’s invested in the delusion. That won’t work for Lila, the Crystalline Grid, or the CyberShark investors. Ben must face what he finds inside and choose who he will be. If he makes the wrong choice? That wonderful CyberShark technology could turn from being a gift to humanity to being the instrument of its destruction!

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The Crystalline Vision is available now with it’s original title and cover.Book1_eBook_AMAZON small It will be reborn April 27th as Protectors of the GridBook 1 of The Shaman Chronicles, available here now: https://tinyurl.com/CrystallineVision.

 

 

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Although all books in the series are complete in themselves, your favorite characters continue their adventures in Protective Force,  available here:  https://tinyurl.com/ProtectiveForce. Book 2 will be reborn May 11th as Protectors of the Path, Book2_eBook_AMAZONBook 2 of The Shaman Chronicles

 

 

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And – for the first time in any dimension – Book 3, Protectors of the Water, will launch May 26th!

Stay tuned to learn how to preorder your copy.