I had in me the means of becoming a wee Guy Fawkes. A match flared and lit a paper fire between the beds. No stinging ear would deter me in my pyrotechnic quest. I collected firewood from Lennie, whilst he let rip raspberries, flying and farting for my delight. Lennie, hired by my father to peel and chop chips, smiled his uneven, yellow toothed, smile, whooped his pleasure in the innocence of not being too bright and I basking in my innocents of not knowing the difference!

(Later, much later, Lennie’s elder brother, Sid - who shone in my eyes like a hero - would take on that particular role, and years later would be struck blind as a mole. His waitress wife, Lou, would lead him like a child to our Whole Food shop in William Street: lead him towards the light of conversation and people. He would stand with his white, collapsible-stick, talking and laughing, becoming the Sid we knew of old.)

Then on collecting my bundle of fuel, I would steal to my seaside [Oh yes, it was MY seaside: it belonged to me!] and light a fire on the pebbled beach. My father drove past in his car and on spotting me, eye to eye, parked the car whilst I kicked the evidence into the stones and in my pretence casually threw pebbles at the sea.

The Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! of my father’s feet and the sting of his hand made itself known about my ears. He dragged me up the beach, slung me into the car, my sobs leaving no mark on his anger. Then home. Slaps about the legs. More tears. Then left alone in my room for what seemed hours.

The smell of chicken soup came up the stairs together with my father. ''Are you sorry, son?'' he said. I nodded.

''Come down stairs and have some chicken soup.''

''I’ve told you time and time and time again: NOT to play with fire, son! Understand?” I nodded again.

Even then I would not, could not, leave fire alone. I saw a live match lodged in the crack of the floor of our home in Albany Drive. I poked it out. All I needed now was something to strike it on. In those days all I had to do was look in waste paper bins dotted along the seafront for an empty box. I found one. And soon I had a bon-fire blazing on the piece of waste ground opposite our house [That piece of waste ground now supports my NOW home: number 93! How was I to know that all these years later?] My parents didn't know that it was I that started the blaze, even though I came in stinking of smoke like a freshly smoked kipper. "I was just pokin' it," I said.

In that very same field some workman had left a pile of wet cement and some brand new bricks. I decided to build a house, a house just big enough to get my head in. I constructed the simple shape, cementing as I went, and when I had finished I laid down and put my head in it. It was as though I was living in my own home (little did I know!). I lay on my back and drifted off. I felt safe. I felt the velvety warmth of home inside my head. Later, I found my home destroyed. The workmen had returned: a portent of the future? Who knew then that these years later I would be moving to that very same field again. But this time it was my home and ready-built at that and I could get my whole body in it, not just my head!!!

Sea

Rough sea at Herne Bay

The image of a man lying in the bottom of a boat, arms out-stretched and fully clothed…and silent. ‘What’s the matter with him, mister?" There was a quiet wall of arms guiding me slowly backwards up Neptune jetty. He was dead! My first dead man! There would be others that I only heard of. Perhaps his eyes had seen the glory before the crabs got at them. I was too young for all that religious stuff, too young. I rowed a boat before I could read: my father jumping up and down on the shoreline in rage - or pride?

Jimmy Pierce. Jimmy was my best friend. He fell into the sea near Neptune Jetty, fully clothed. Jimmy survived, his Wellington boots scooping up the sea like soup. I remember him falling. He lay on his back spouting water like a whale, his little overcoat filling with pockets of air. It was the first time I ever saw Jimmy afraid.

Christmas at number 66 Albany Drive: I was 5-years-old – just, as I was born on the 13th December.

The warm atmosphere heavy with the odour of pine; we would gather, my brother, sisters and I, at the top of the stairs, our senses already drunk on the treasure filled stockings at the bottom of our beds. But we wanted more! We moved silently down the stairs, our bare feet already audible making a noise in our barely contained excitement!

“Oh no you don’t!” The voice of our mother’s mock anger ringing in our ears! But this time we obeyed and before we could get our hands on those parcels under the Christmas tree, scuttled off back to our beds, our bedrooms filled with the smell of oranges and tangerines and mice made of pink sugar. They would have to do until Christmas Dinner (roast chicken in those days) was over. But then? Oh joy!

I learnt to ride a bike in Albany Drive. My knees all bloodied with the falling on and off, on and off. I didn’t give up until I could ride it! Boy was I proud!

GOING HOME

Paul Bura

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This Sparrow Hawk had brought the bird population to nothing short of devastation: blackbird, robin, sparrow, the odd rook, starling and blue-tit - the only bird of a regular visiterage was the humble and fearless pidgin, other than these it came to a complete halt!

One by one the garden emptied, slowly at first, barely noticeable: then the cheeky chirpy sparrow fell silent and began to die-off, the blackbird followed by the spear-beaked starling…and so on: the silent killing staining my small garden with intangible blood. The Hawk making his presence known!

Two weeks came and went and THEN: the robin reappeared and with it came 6 sparrows, three on the bird table, two on the ground, and one clinging on to my fat-ball holder!

I sent for a bamboo screen and had it attached just in front of the bird-table. I don’t know whether all the birds – including the pidgins who continued to come, but not on the bird-table – were shit-scared or just confused but they all stayed away!

I WAITED THREE WEEKS until finally I witnessed my first blackbird taking a bath. I had to wait a further month for my 2nd blackbird. And then I witnessed my first sparrow taking a splash!

The Hawk appeared in another garden down the road. A photograph was taken of it and if I can I’ll try and get it for you all to see (I failed).

Meanwhile it seems that the whole starling population seems to have invaded my garden, the sparrows have all but given up trying to compete for food as have all the other birds, ‘apart from the pidgins!’ Starlings seem to teach their young (fledglings) how to be SO aggressive: why this is I have no idea as I’m not an expert on ornithology, just a bloke who enjoys watching my garden’s birds! Oh well, at least I HAVE birds even if they are bloody starlings…and pidgins!

About 40ish years ago when I was a novice clairvoyant and speaker I was hired by my local spiritualist church (Herne Bay) to take the service. My clairvoyance was lousy to say the least but I made up for it by my address. I don’t remember exactly what I said but I ended up quoting some verse by the ancient 15th Century so-called witch and clairvoyant MOTHER SHIPTON! I do remember however that there was a palpable buzz that went around the congregation when I finished. However – despite my awful clairvoyance – I was asked back. This time my clairvoyance was a wee bit better but my address was awful!

MOTHER SHIPTON

For some years I had been very impressed with MOTHER SHIPTON and her prophecies. For years after I could recite this piece of poetry, almost word for word, all these years later:

‘When men like birds shall scour the skies
The world deep drenched in blood shall die
For those who live the century through
In fear and trembling this will do.
Flee to the mountains and the dens
To bog and forest and wild fen.
For storms will rage and oceans roar
When Gabriel stands on sea and shore,
And as he blows his wondrous horn
Old worlds shall die and new be born!’

Mother Shipton was born Ursula Sontheil (or Southill) in 1488 in Norfolk, England. Her clairvoyant and psychic skills were present at a very early stage. At aged 24 she married Toby Shipton, a carpenter.
She started to have prophetic visions soon after and was then known as MOTHER SHIPTON. Whether she had children or not, I don’t know.
Apparently many of her predictions or visions came true within her own lifetime!

“Mother Shipton developed prophetic and psychic abilities from an early age. Many feared her and her mystical powers, which she always used to help people.
She wrote her prophecies about events to come in the form of verse. Despite the fact that not many people could read OR write in those days???
She lived in the time of Henry VIII of England and Elizabeth I. She predicted Henry’s victory over France in 1513: "Battle of the Spurs". She even prophesised the Dissolution of the Monasteries, which led to the redistribution of wealth and land held by the monasteries to the then coming middle classes and the existing noble families”.
Of course I can’t write all of her predictions for our future here as there isn’t room but I will try and scribe those that I find relevant to our age which I’ve taken the liberty of editing!”

MOTHER SHIPTON’S PROPHESIS (edited)

“Carriages without horse will go.” (Motor cars?) “Around the world men’s thoughts will fly quick as the twinkling of an eye”. (Radio and TV?) “Beneath the water men shall walk, shall ride, shall sleep, shall even talk.”(Submarines?) “And in the air men shall be seen.” (Airplanes?) “In water, iron then shall float as easy as a wooden boat!” (Modern ocean going liners etc?) “A house of glass shall come to pass, in England (The Crystal Palace?). “But alas, alas, a war will follow with the work where dwells the pagan and the turk” (????)” [Taken out of context]: The British olive shall next then twine in marriage with a German vine: Queen Victoria and Prince Albert?] ”Roaring monsters with men atop, does seem to eat the verdant crop.” (Combine harvester?) “And men shall fly as birds do now and give away the horse and plough.” (Tractors?) “Love shall die and marriage cease and nations wane as babes decrease.” (Life-partners instead of marriage? Over population?) ”This is then held year by year till an iron monster trembling fear, eats parchment, words and quill and ink and mankind is given time to think.” (These prophecies [for instance]: Typed and stored onto Personal Computers?) “The tides will rise beyond their ken to bite away shores and then and mountains will begin to roar and earthquakes split the plain and shore, and flooding waters rushing in will flood the land with such a din that mankind cowers in muddy fen and snarls about his fellow men.” (Earth changes?)”An earthquake swallow’s town and town in lands to me as yet unknown.” (Japan?) He bares his teeth and fights and kills and secrets food in secret hill and ugly in his fear, he lies to kill marauders, thieves and spies.” (Your guess is as good as mine! Perhaps NORAD: [North American Aerospace Defence Command] which holds vast amounts of food for the worst possible scenario, in a hill or bunker?) ”And when the dragon’s tail is gone man forgets, smiles and carries on.” “And they will send the dragon back to light the sky, his tail will crack and rend the earth and man will flee, king lord and serf.” (Comet?) “But slowly they are routed out to seek diminishing water spout and men will die of thirst before the oceans rise to mount the shore.” (Water shortage?) “And in some far-off distant land some men – oh such a tiny band - will have to leave their solid mount and span the earth those few to count, who survives this [unreadable] and then begin the human race again.” (You can’t keep the human race down!) “But not on land already there but on ocean beds, stark, dry and bare.” (Desert?) “Not every soul on earth will die as the dragon’s tail goes sweeping by (comet?), not every land on earth will sink, but these will wallow in stench and stink, of rotting bodies of beast and man, of vegetation crisped on land.” (We are possibly in for a rough ride!) “But the land that rises from the sea will be dry and clean and soft and free.” (That’s better!) “And before the race is built anew, a silver serpent comes to view and spew out men of like unknown to mingle with the earth now grown and these men can enlighten the minds of future men to intermingle and show them how to live and love and thus endow the children with the second sight (Indigo children? They are already here!), a natural thing so that they might grow graceful, humble and when they do the golden age will start anew!” (Help from the stars and other planets, other dimensions? Well who knows!)

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Of course through the ages – so they say – folk have added to these prophecies!

They now reside in the State Library in New South Wales, Australia. 30 Years ago a Nexus reader painstakingly transcribed them and smuggled them out (the transcription that is) of the library.
The originals were/are kept in a locked room together with many other prophetic writings seemingly unsuitable for viewing for the likes of us including what seems to refer to radiation sickness:

“And physics find no remedy;
For this is worse than Leprosy.
Oh many signs for all to see
The truth of this true prophecy!”

Sadly, Ursula Shipton was burned at the stake for the crime of so-called witchcraft! And she prophesised her own fate!

HAPPINESS/GUILT
(For Peter)

Happiness is not for the been and gone
Nor is it in yesterday or tomorrow.

It is found when you least expect it,
When all hope is gone.

It is found not in the near or far
But in the every day,
In the now of things;

Be not undeserving of happiness,
Do not cultivate guilt.

Be happy for happiness sake.

Guilt is for the guilty
Happiness is for the happy
And the happiness is found:

In YOU!

ADIOS AMIGOS!

Paul Bura

HELLO AMIGOS!!

Every now and then – in-between imbecilic stuff as recipes for curry and recipes for various pasta sauces and so on, although I enjoy it immensely AND the eating thereof – I feel the urge to be sensible and write such things as ‘poor mans philosophy’. You see I can’t help it and am annexable drawn to making suggestions for improving your life – or not as the case may be. These last 18 months or so I haven’t been able to - what you may call a ‘dry period’! But I digress, so here goes:

CHANGING FREQUENCIES

Deep inside the Self (which most consider to be the ME-SELF or I-SELF) lies another Self: the – seemingly - unconscious self, the higher self, the soul-self, the God-spark, linking you to ALL THAT IS.

It is this Self who is witness to all you say and do, a witness to the many selves that you (ego) and you alone create. It is this same Self that you must try and bring to the surface of your being and make conscious, this is one and the same as expressed in terms of the ‘Highest Love’ and yet is capable of the ‘lowest negativity’. And yet all is ONE! Yes, I know: it would appear a contradiction in terms!

Balance is a word easily expressed yet hard, very hard, to achieve in the world, very hard. If we could only give voice and practice to the use of the word balance then surely ALL our Birthdays would come at once, and we would achieve perfection in the expression of love!

Perfect balance = perfect love. They are One and the Same!

A physical analogy of the word balance (love) is a SEE-SAW: you have to have complete perfection in weight (energy: consciousness) on either side to create perfection in balance: a perfect straight line: which is neither one thing nor the other. Why? Because it’s all ONE! If it were not so one half of this SEE-SAW would be up and the other down no matter how close to the scale it may be!

Perfect balance therefore is a witness to itself and that Self (higher and lower) is LOVE!

All things are created out of LOVE, love is the very essence of your being and yet it is the mystery of mysteries, the whole of creation packed inside a tiny human being, in fact ALL beings throughout the vastness of space and time! And yet it is yours for the asking: that small, still voice within you, acknowledging your cries of help. You see, it isn’t easy – oh didn’t I mention that?

It takes many acts of random kindness, and recognition of the ‘act of compassion’ to get there. Oh, then there is the ‘many lives’ syndrome. You didn’t think that you could do it in one lifetime, did you?

It is hoped however that you realise that there is no such thing as ‘death’. Oh death in-as-much as: death to one thing IN ORDER to realise the greater REALITY of another!

But if you are taught in 3-dimensional reality (Earth life) that to die is to be extinguished, snuffed-out like a candle flame; or if you are programmed with a religion that teaches: when you die you will not be awakened until ‘the last trump!’ is sounded, AND YOU BELIEVE THIS then it is so, it becomes a reality! Until you come to your senses and cry out: I’M SO LONELY, I COULD DO WITH A HUG AND A PIECE OF LOVE!

All religions teach about the ‘after life’, some good some bad. However, if you do not fear death, and that is the key word: fear, you have nothing to worry about! You may fear the method of which you will die, but for most of you that is a natural thing and you need not dwell on it – though some do!

99.9% of you change frequencies (die to earthly reality, 3D reality) and meet your old friends and family and get that overwhelming feeling of ‘Having Come Home’ (your true Home), the overwhelming feeling of being wanted and above all: LOVED! And when you hit the 4^th dimension (or beyond) YOU ARE!

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AND NOW A POEM, OR HAIKU:

FAREWELL AMIGOS

UNTIL NEXT MONTH!

Paul.

*****

BURA’S BLURB

JUNE 2011

HULLO AMIGOS!

"The greatest wisdom is in simplicity. Love, respect, tolerance, sharing, gratitude, forgiveness. It's not complex or elaborate. The real knowledge is free. It's encoded in your DNA. All you need is within you. Great teachers have said that from the beginning. Find your heart, and you will find your way." CARLOS BARRIOS.

THE 5TH SUN

Carlos Barrios, Mayan elder and Ajq'ij (is a ceremonial priest and spiritual guide) of the Eagle Clan. Carlos initiated an investigation into the different Mayan calendars circulating. Carlos along with his brother Gerardo studied with many teachers and interviewed nearly 600 traditional Mayan elders to widen their scope of knowledge.

Carlos found out quickly there were several conflicting interpretations of Mayan hieroglyphs, petroglyphs, Sacred Books of 'Chilam Balam' and various ancient text. Carlos found some strong words for those who may have contributed to the confusion:

Carlos Barrios: "Anthropologists visit the temple sites and read the inscriptions and make up stories about the Maya, but they do not read the signs correctly. It's just their imagination. Other people write about prophecy in the name of the Maya. They say that the world will end in December 2012. The Mayan elders are angry with this. The world will not end. It will be transformed."

"We are no longer in the World of the Fourth Sun, but we are not yet in the World of the Fifth Sun. This is the time in-between, the time of transition. As we pass through transition there is a colossal, global convergence of environmental destruction, social chaos, war, and ongoing Earth Changes."

He continues: "Humanity will continue, but in a different way. Material structures will change. From this we will have the opportunity to be more human. We are living in the most important era of the Mayan calendars and prophecies. All the prophecies of the world, all the traditions are converging now. There is no time for games. The spiritual ideal of this era is action."

Carlos tells us: "The indigenous have the calendars and know how to accurately interpret it -- not others. The Mayan Calendars comprehension of time, seasons, and cycles has proven itself to be vast and sophisticated. The Maya understand 17 different calendars such as the Tzolk'in or Cholq'ij, some of them charting time accurately over a span of more than ten million years.


"All was predicted by the mathematical cycles of the Mayan calendars. -- It will change --everything will change. Mayan Day-keepers view the Dec. 21, 2012 date as a rebirth, the start of the World of the Fifth Sun. It will be the start of a new era resulting from and signified by the solar meridian crossing the galactic equator and the Earth aligning itself with the center of the galaxy."

At sunrise on December 21, 2012 for the first time in 26,000 years the Sun rises to conjunct the intersection of the Milky Way and the plane of the ecliptic. This cosmic cross is considered to be an embodiment of the Sacred Tree, The Tree of Life, a tree remembered in all the world's spiritual traditions.

Some observers say this alignment with the heart of the galaxy in 2012 will open a channel for cosmic energy to flow through the Earth, cleansing it and all that dwells upon it, raising all to a higher level of vibration. Carlos reminds us: "This process has already begun. Change is accelerating now and it will continue to accelerate.

If the people of the Earth can get to this 2012 date in good shape without having destroyed too much of the Earth, we will rise to a new, higher level. But to get there we must transform enormously powerful forces that seek to block the way."

The date specified in the calendar Winter Solstice in the year 2012 does not mark the end of the world. Many outside people writing about the Mayan calendar sensationalize this date, but they do not know. The ones who know are the indigenous elders who are entrusted with keeping the tradition.

Carlos tells us: "The economy now is a fiction. The first five-year stretch of transition from August 1987 to August 1992 was the beginning of the destruction of the material world. We have progressed ten years deeper into the transition phase by now, and many of the so-called sources of financial stability are in fact hollow. The banks are weak. This is a delicate moment for them. They could crash globally, if we don't pay attention. Now, people are paying attention."

The North and South Poles are both breaking up. The level of the water in the oceans is going to rise. But at the same time land in the ocean, especially near Cuba, is also going to rise. Carlos tells a story about the most recent Mayan New Year ceremonies in Guatemala. He said that one respected Mam elder, who lives all year in a solitary mountain cave, journeyed to Chichicastenango to speak with the people at the ceremony. The elder delivered a simple, direct message. He called for human beings to come together in support of life and light.

"Right now each person and group is going his or her own way. The elder of the mountains said there is hope if the people of the light can come together and unite in some way. We live in a world of polarity -- day and night, man and woman, positive and negative. Light and darkness need each other. They are a balance."
"Just now the dark side is very strong, and very clear about what they want. They have their vision and their priorities clearly held, and also their hierarchy. They are working in many ways so that we will be unable to connect with the spiral Fifth World in 2012."

"On the light side everyone thinks they are the most important, that their own understandings, or their group's understandings, are the key. There's a diversity of cultures and opinions, so there is competition, diffusion, and no single focus."

Carlos believes the dark side works to block unity through denial and materialism. It also works to destroy those who are working with the light to get the Earth to a higher level. They like the energy of the old, declining Fourth World, the materialism. They do not want it to change. They do not want unity. They want to stay at this level, and are afraid of the next level.

The dark power of the declining Fourth World cannot be destroyed or overpowered. It's too strong and clear for that, and that is the wrong strategy. The dark can only be transformed when confronted with simplicity and open-heartedness. This is what leads to unity, a key concept for the World of the Fifth Sun.

Carlos said the emerging era of the Fifth Sun will call attention to a much-overlooked element. Whereas the four traditional elements of Earth, Air, Fire and Water have dominated various epochs in the past, there will be a fifth element to reckon with in the time of the Fifth Sun --- that element is 'ETHER'.

The dictionary defines Ether as a "hypothetical substance supposed to occupy all space, postulated to account for the propagation of electromagnetic radiation through space." Perhaps it could be defined as the "space between space". I would suggest it could be manifest as the alignment of charged particles from our solar system (Sun), and our galaxy (Milky Way) surge. The Ether element represents spiritual energy.

"The element of the Fifth Sun is celestial. Within the context of Ether there can be a joining of the polarities. No more darkness or light in the people, but an uplifted unity. But right now the realm of darkness is not interested in this. They are organized to block it. They seek to unbalance the Earth and its environment so we will be unready for the alignment in 2012."

"We need to work together for peace, and balance with the other side. We need to take care of the Earth that feeds and shelters us. We need to put our entire mind and heart into pursuing unity and unity now, to confront the other side and preserve life."
"We are disturbed -- we can't play anymore. Our planet can be renewed or ravaged. Now is the time to awaken and take action. Everyone is needed. You are not here for no reason. Everyone who is here now has an important purpose. This is a hard but a special time. We have the opportunity for growth, but we must be ready for this moment in history."

Carlos says: "The prophesied changes are going to happen, but our attitude and actions determine how harsh or mild they are. We need to act, to make changes, and to elect people to represent us who understand and who will take political action to respect the Earth."

"Meditation and spiritual practice are good, but also action. It's very important to be clear about who you are, and also about your relation to the Earth. Develop yourself according to your own tradition and the call of your heart. But remember to respect differences, and strive for unity. Eat wisely --- a lot of food is corrupt in either subtle or gross ways. Pay attention to what you are taking into your body. Learn to preserve food, and to conserve energy. Learn some good breathing techniques, so you have mastery of your breath. Be clear. Follow a tradition with great roots. It is not important what tradition, your heart will tell you, but it must have great roots."

"We live in a world of energy. An important task at this time is to learn to sense or see the energy of everyone and everything -- people, plants, animals. This becomes increasingly important as we draw close to the World of the Fifth Sun, for it is associated with the element 'ether' -- the realm where energy lives and weaves. Go to the sacred places of the Earth to pray for peace, and have respect for the Earth which gives us our food, clothing, and shelter. We need to reactivate the energy of these sacred places. That is our work."

"One simple but effective prayer technique is to light white or baby-blue colored candles. Think of a moment in peace. Speak your intention to the flame and send the light of it on to the leaders who have the power to make war or peace."
Carlos reminds us this is a crucially important moment for humanity and for Earth. Each person is important.

He said the elders have opened the doors so that other races can come to the Mayan world to receive the tradition. "The Maya have long appreciated and respected that there are other colors, other races, and other spiritual systems. They know that the destiny of the Mayan world is related to the destiny of the whole world."

"The greatest wisdom is in simplicity. Love, respect, tolerance, sharing, gratitude, forgiveness. It's not complex or elaborate. The real knowledge is free. It's encoded in your DNA. All you need is within you. Great teachers have said that from the beginning. Find your heart, and you will find your way."

Love n’ light n’ laughter

Paul Bura

BURA’S BLURB
MAY 2011

HELLO AMIGOS!

GOING HOME

In 1986 Malcolm Ing, his wife Ros and Malcolm Murduck and I were sitting in meditation. We had heard that we would have a ‘visitation’ from somebody, we didn’t know who but it was important. It appeared to be always me that was used as a channel but I was determined this time that I would ‘break the mould’ and this time I was not used as the ‘vessel’!
But they – whoever they were – had other ideas!
Suddenly – I just couldn’t help myself – I started to breathe very deeply, my face begun to change (different muscles in my face from what I would normally use as me!) and from my mouth came the words:

“Greetings! I do not wish to cause you fear but soon parts of this planet will shudder and shake as the earth Herself goes through certain changes upon Her surface, changes that will make Her more comfortable, preceded by great storms and changes in the weather. Millions could perish. Those that survive will undergo themselves ‘great spiritual changes’!”

This was the being we would come to know and love many years later as Joeb!

The next year in 1987 during the World Harmonic Convergence we all congregated at the Coldrum Stones in Kent (we were urged to make our way to many sacred sites all over the earth to meditate for World Peace and Harmony). Michael Green and a group of friends decided on Silbury Hill in Wiltshire. Whilst sitting in meditation Michael Green experienced and heard (they ALL heard) the great OM being intoned as if it were coming up from the ground of Silbury Hill itself! (Silbury Hill is a man-made accumulator of energy being constructed of layers of organic and inorganic matter)
Michael Green was a friend of the great dowser and healer Colin Bloy (founder of FOUNTAIN INTERNATIONAL). It was Colin who noticed that the Courier Lines (Ley lines: bringers of information and change and always split into 7 sections reflecting the 7 sacred chakras in the human body) went up from a 7-line system to an 8-line system!
Colin went to Egypt to meet an Egyptian dowser and asked his friend to ‘count the lines’ that emanated from a sacred site in Egypt (Ley lines). His Egyptian friend did so very carefully, as Colin walked through the Courier lines, dowsing rods twitching and swaying, he walked through this most prominent of Egyptian Courier lines and thus proved that indeed they HAD changed from a 7-line system to an 8. Fellow dowsers from all over the world started to notice this extraordinary event and confirmed it!

Today there are 15 lines activated out of 18!

What does that mean? It means that every human being on this planet is subtly changing, as indeed is the earth. You can’t make an omelette with out breaking eggs!
It doesn’t matter what may befall us in 2012 (Joeb reckons that it will take 100 years from this date to completion) IT HAS ALREADY STARTED! Consciousness is Forever and Eternal we cannot die except in the physical sense!
THIS is the time we have all chosen to incarnate to try and make a difference on this small but beautiful planet of ours. We all belong to the cosmos, to our sun, to our galaxy and to the millions of galaxies out there, and nothing can destroy us. I know many of you out there are tired of hearing the words: compassion, forgiveness and love (Love being the greatest of these) but it’s ALL THERE IS, there IS nothing else. But contained in that single word love is the greatest adventure that life and eternity has to offer.
So WAKE UP from your spiritual apathy, your spiritual amnesia, and start remembering who you are!

AND NOW the poem!

ADIOS AMIGOS!!!

UNTIL NEXT TIME!

LUV N’ LITE N’ LARFS

Paul Bura

 

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BURA’S BLURB!

APRIL 2011

HELLO AMIGOS!!!

EPILOGUE

(From my book: STEPPING TO THE DRUMMER)

A Testimony to the power of positive thinking on healing.

Two years after the Lord Koot Hoomi staff ceremony, we moved to Anglesey, North Wales to be near my family. Just before that, I had been having trouble with my right hand. In fact, I couldn't even write my name properly. I was giving a talk at the 1997 Glastonbury Crop Circle Symposium in Somerset and it was there that I started speaking gobbledegook (there are those amongst you who still feel that, I'm talking, or writing, gobbledegook!). It came out right in the end, but fellow lecturers, amongst them Michael Green, Andy Thomas and Michael Glickman - known to his friends as 'Glickers' - must surely have thought Bura had 'lost it'. How true that turned out to be!

I thought at first that the old post-polio syndrome was again stalking me, trying to take yet another piece (of course these years later it has!). I knew what I wanted to say but it just came out wrong. I also knew that the words I was using to describe something were totally inadequate!

Then I had a 'fit' in my bed, and then, another. The doctor was called and he in turn called the hospital in Bangor. I saw a neurologist by the name of Fletcher. My sister Josie went with me to see him. She had taken a few books that I had written (bless her) just to prove that I wasn't an idiot or going barmy! He didn't need to look at them because he suspected (by my symptoms) what it was. I was 'CD scanned', and Mr Fletcher's' suspicions were confirmed. I had a brain tumour the size of an orange (as opposed to a brain the size of an orange?). The size of a Jaffa orange or the smaller Spanish variety, they didn't say (I’ve been using that ‘aside’ for laughs ever since!).

They removed it at The Walton Centre for Neurology and Neurosurgery, Liverpool. Being a meningioma-type tumour, it was considered benign, but I had to wait for 10 days for the lab to confirm it. It was benign.
I suffered a number of post-op infections. It was during the second infection when I was about to leave Bangor Hospital for my third journey to the Walton Centre to undergo yet more surgery to wash out" the infected flap in my skull that a certain gentleman phoned:

“Hullo. This is Uri Geller and I wish to speak to Paul Bura." It was a gentle but firm demand. Uri was a friend of my brother Kevin and his wife Maureen and directly he heard of my plight he phoned the hospital. The nurse, the familiarity of his name beginning to percolate in her mind, explained that I was very sick. "Why do you think I'm calling him?" Uri explained, as if it were obvious. "Please, I wish to speak to him." The nurse was taken off guard. Could this really be THE Uri Geller?
The last time I had any dealings with Uri Geller had been through the medium of television in the late '70s: I and thousands of others were hooked on his ability to apparently bend metal just by stroking it and sending out the thought: BEND! BEND! He conducted an experiment through our television screens. Of course, I sat with my forks and spoons in front of the screen whilst Uri conducted us with the words: BEND! BEND! He also claimed to mend broken watches: MEND! MEND!

When it was all over and my spoons and forks hadn't responded to the prompting of this slim, good looking young Jewish man, I happened to look up to a shelf on which stood a clock which had long since lost the will to live. I'm sure that it had two hands last time I looked at it. Now it had only one! I got up to examine the clock more closely and found that the large hand had fallen down in-between the glass front and the clock face. For some reason I turned the clock round to examine the back. The back was gradually being forced off! At my touch it suddenly sprang off, spewing cogs and wheels all over the floor!

Now Uri Geller was trying to talk to me and my nurse was perplexed. Perhaps she thought that all the surgical equipment in the hospital would either bend or malfunction? She gathered her thoughts and then said: "Well, he is in bed! Perhaps if you were to call back in 5 minutes?'
"5 minutes? Okay, but do tell him Uri Geller wishes to speak to him." And he hung up. The nurse came to me and said: "There is a man on the phone and it sounds like Uri Geller - Do you want to speak to him? If so I'll push your bed to the phone?" I said, or rather stammered, as I was having trouble speaking, that I w-w-w-would l-l-like t-t-to sp-sp-speak to U-Uri Geller. The nurse wheeled me to the phone. Almost immediately the phone rang. It was Uri. The nurse handed the phone to me. "Uri?" I said. "Your brother Kevin explained your predicament and I wish to say to you that all will be well. You have to say to yourself 'All will he well' and MEAN it. Think positively and I will help you all I can." At that moment I filled with tears and instantly had a great love for this man who had simply picked up the phone, not knowing me from a hole-in-the-road. "You are filling with tears," he said prophetically, "no need to speak." I spluttered out a "Th-th-thank you." And he hung up.

They found the cause of my continued infection. The source was found to have come from the bone-flap itself… and they removed it.

I was now into my seventh seven-year cycle. I said at the beginning of this book that the number 7 is my number, the number of change. Numerology, using my name and date of birth, confirms this. The tumour happened completely out of sequence! Now what does that say to you? It says to me, and I'm talking personally here, that the Earth is changing its frequency by the mere fact that the courier lines (information lines. More about the Courier Lines – and their function - are contained in my book Stepping to the Drummer) are no longer stuck on the number seven (the last time I checked it was up to 14, though not necessarily activated!). Not because of what has happened to me (what arrogance, I hear you cry), that is a karmic symptom. What has happened in Kosovo and Yugoslavia; the shootings of school children and ordinary American citizens in America; the bombings in London; the overthrow of Saddam in Iraq; English troops in Afghanistan (and elsewhere); the MRA in the Congo etc. and more recently in Egypt, but further more the earthquake and tsunami in Japan are also a symptom, a karmic symptom.

But the forces of negativity CANNOT WIN. Their backs are to the wall. When the changes that have been foretold will come, I've no idea and I don't pretend that I do. Time, in the cosmic sense, is difficult to predict, even though Joeb (my spiritual mentor) has told me they will occur in and around 2012-2014. Perhaps, as has been said, they will come as a 'thief in the night' (Japan?).

We live in a Time Zone: we, all of us, want to do things more quickly, as if 'time' is the culprit, as if time is the enemy. Time is not the enemy, we are! The 'wake-up' call is echoing around the world (via the Courier lines that are hooked into our chakric system), the 'wake-up' call tells you who you really are.

Listen in silence for that cosmic alarm clock for it will blow your mind!
Meanwhile, I shall continue to 'step to the drummer no matter how measured or far away.' My dream is one day to merge with the Drummer and achieve Freedom itself. At the moment, I cannot even hold the sticks!
Truth, Freedom, Love (the Drummer), never changes. It's only our perception of it that changes.

What did I say at the beginning, of this book? Oh yes,- COME IN NUMBER SEVEN, YOUR TIME IS UP!

ADIOS AMIGOS!
UNTIL NEXT MONTH

Paul Bura

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BURA’S BLURB!

MARCH 2011

HELLO AMIGOS!!!

Yes, recipes. I thought it about time – as a dedicated ‘foodie’ – that I jot down one or two recipes: my VEG CURRY (Tuna optional) and my mushroom PASTA SAUCE. I’ve included an extra treat with my pasta, this extra sauce should be warmed and the pasta added to it forming a delicious coating to the pasta, THEN and only THEN should you add the mushroom and tomato sauce! (SAVVY?) Notice I haven’t laid out the ingredients: 1) and 2) and 3) etc. for the curry ingredients that I ‘have’ for the Pasta Sauce, this is because I’m a lazy bastard!

PAUL’S VEGGIE/TUNA CURRY

INGREDIENTS

Chop up one ‘large’ onion or a large AND a small one (you can never – in my humble opinion – use too many onions), two sticks of celery, one largish carrot, two or three smallish potatoes, one whole red pepper and one whole green pepper, lots of garlic, three handfuls of mushrooms (or more), one small piece of fresh ginger finely chopped (a small piece? Maybe half an inch square?), plus a mug-full of frozen peas (to be added five minutes before serving), one dessert spoonful of tom puree, and one standard tin of tuna (optional), making sure that you use the rod and line variety as it’s the best – and dolphin friendly! One tablespoonful of curry powder (any kind), one tablespoonful of Patax Jalfrasi or Madras Curry paste (must be curry paste not curry sauce), plus one lump of Cream of Coconut (one inch square).

METHOD

Heat oil in saucepan (largish saucepan) and, add a dessertspoonful of curry powder and mix. Add veggies, wait until you’ve coated them in curry-oil, fry for a few more minutes turning every few seconds. Then add boiling water until you’ve covered the veggies. Add the Curry paste and tom puree and cook for 40-45 minutes on a moderate heat (just bubbling). Then add the tuna (optional). Cook for further ten minutes until tuna has disintegrated. Add cream of coconut until coconut has melted, stirring from time to time. If you find Curry is not thick enough then add more creamed coconut. When the Curry has thickened THEN add the peas (you shouldn’t need salt but if you must, add a level teaspoon of salt). Cook for further five minutes and serve on a bed of rice!

TIP

If you can wait then HOLD the peas: let curry go cold and leave it over night. Then heat it up and THEN add the peas. Curry is at its best when left over night and if you add the peas then they will discolour!

PASTA SAUCE RECIPE

INGREDIENTS

1 large onion finely chopped (You can’t have enough onions, remember!?)
3 cloves of garlic sliced
4 oz of chopped mushrooms
1 whole red pepper finely chopped
1 whole green pepper finely chopped
1 large stick of celery finely chopped
1 tin of chopped tomatoes
1 tablespoon of tom puree (not a dessert spoon!)
1 level teaspoon of dried chopped rosemary
2 bay leaves
A good dollop of virgin olive oil (and then some!) to give authentic Italian flavour
1 level teaspoon of marmite (optional)
Black pepper, as much or as little as you like! Recommended one level teaspoon!
Salt to season (taste first!)

METHOD

Put in medium saucepan the olive oil (remember, don’t be skimpy!) and heat, put in onions and garlic and fry until translucent. Then add the chopped peppers, mushrooms and celery. Fry until covered in oil and then fry a little longer, stirring as you go. Add tin of chopped toms the rosemary and the bay leaves. Bring to the boil. Add water until vegetables are covered. Bring to boil again. Cook for about five minutes on a medium heat, add the tom puree, marmite (optional) black pepper and salt (don’t forget to taste) and stir in. Simmer for about 40-45 minutes on a low heat.

SERVES 2 OR 4, DEPENDS WHETHER YOU’RE HUNGRY???

Serve on a bed of spaghetti with lots of fresh Parmesan!

TIP FOR SPAGHETTI!!! (An EXTRA sauce)
Take a standard carton of Greek yoghurt (must be Greek style!), add two or three cloves of garlic chopped, two heaped tablespoons of Parmesan cheese, two or three ounces (I personally have three) of cashew nuts, level teaspoon of dried basil or a handful of fresh (I prefer fresh), quarter teaspoon of white pepper! Bung it all in the blender, unless you have a hand-blender, and give it a burst until nuts are chopped finely! Warm mixture in a bowl in the oven; then take out of the oven, add cooked spaghetti, toss until well coated with the sauce! This adds a new dimension to the dish!

ENJOY!

(Of course you can add half a lb. or so of minced beef. Put in after the onions and garlic and fry, breaking the meat up as you go THEN add the vegetables!)

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AND NOW (YOU’VE GUESSED IT) A POEM!

UNTIL NEXT TIME, AMIGOS!
LUV N’ LITE N’ LARFS!

Paul Bura

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BURA’S BLURB

FEBRUARY 2011

HELLO AMIGOS!!

I’ve written in this particular blurb, stuff that really takes the biscuit (no change there then, I hear you scream!) but this time I’m asking you to swallow a whole packet – maybe more!

[There is also a piece about Canterbury Cathedral by Melvina Bura, my sister!]

Well here goes:

As you know I’m into different types of healing: crystal healing, hands on healing, channelled healing etc. As you know (or don’t know as the case may be) my spiritual friend – loosely known as a guide, I personally don’t like that term but it is as it is – Joeb (or Djung) described to me the whole system of healing in his simple yet profound way. Joeb said:

“I personally take the recipients etheric body (the etheric body is what the 3-dimensional/physical body is built upon: a kind of blueprint) and bathe it in the blue light of healing!”

“But where do you take the etheric body, I mean you say you take it up – I’ve heard you say this on countless occasions when we were as a group and in turn we threw names at you and you gathered them all up en masse.”

“Yes, I gathered them up and took them to what I can only describe as a Sea of Healing. It is in terms of size so vast that in goes on into Infinity.”

“A sea of healing?”

“Yes, a vast blue ocean, flecked with tiny spots of silver: a mighty sea. This sea is connected to all those who have the gift of healing, whether they are novices (training to be healers) or born with the gift. If you are born with it then it is already attached at birth. It pours out like water, swirling about them like mercury, puddles of healing energy forming around them.”
“Some hold it back like a dam and then – when the time is right - it bursts forth, swamping this person with whom the gift is bestowed, completely and forever changing their lives!”
“Truth is that 97% of people have this gift in small measure but tend to ignore it, or are completely unaware of it and its power!”

Many years ago we went to see Harry Edwards the famous healer. Eileen a Clairvoyant amongst us, described this great man as ‘having pools of Healing Energy sloshing around his feet’; incidentally, a sister of Harry’s always held an ashtray out for him to flick his ash into when he was talking!
Even healers used to smoke in those days! Still do, if the truth were known and even go for a ‘fag break’ and come back sucking on a peppermint!

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My little sister Melvina Bura has written a piece which I consider quite beautiful. When she told me the story I felt that only she could do it justice. I, just listening to her - in the role of mere reporter -could completely mess it up. So here it is:

CANTERBURY CATHEDRAL

Ever since I can remember I have had a great affection for Canterbury Cathedral. This spiritual edifice, originally founded in AD 597 by Augustine (St Augustine), towers above the city attracting throngs of people, all with their own personal interest; be they pilgrim, tourist, historian or worshipper.

From its humble beginnings it has grown in splendour to the magnificent Norman monument we see today, and has born witness to the murder of Henry II’s Archbishop of Canterbury, Thomas Becket in 1170 and the destruction of his tomb by the Tudor tyrant, Henry VIII in 1538. Legend has it that at the time of Becket’s death, the bells tolled themselves and it is still rumoured today that St Thomas’s bones may have been secreted by the monks, somewhere in the bowels of the cathedral.

It also suffered defilement and defacement by Oliver Cromwell’s army during the English Civil War. Horses were stabled in the nave and the statue of Christ in the niche above the Christchurch Gate was used for target-practice and destroyed, and only replaced in 1990.

It houses the tombs of Edward, the Black Prince (son of Edward III), but only one King of England, Henry IV, together with his queen Joan of Navarre.

So it was with great delight that I accepted an offer from one of the cathedral bell-ringers to actually attend one of their practice sessions.

We drove to the usual entrance for ‘staff’ (the Postern Gate) only to find it closed and therefore had to go to the main entrance (Christchurch Gate) where the officials had to clear away the hoards of visitors in order that we might enter, very slowly, and carefully, and regally, through the Tudor archway and under the bronze statue of the ‘Welcoming Christ’, and into the precincts.

I was introduced to the ringing master who gave me a brief history of the 12 bells in the Oxford Tower, and explained that in past times large bells were actually founded in the cathedral grounds.

We slipped through a side door into the hallowed atmosphere which was filled with the angelic voices of the choristers. A tingle scurried down my body to my toes! Then came the climb: 75 thigh-aching stone steps spiralling upwards to above the transept, and then along and under huge arched oak beams, skilfully carved centuries ago to support the roof. It was like walking through an ancient rib-cage.

As the service was over-running, it was suggested that we ascend yet more steps in order to view the proceedings from above. We found ourselves in the stone gallery which encircles the chancel, and could peer through the many arched ‘windows’ overlooking the nave. We were truly ‘in the Gods’ of a spiritual theatre.

Directly below was the organist at work and in our direct sight-line was the altar flanked by the choir to each side. It appears that the tardy service was for the new entrants and their parents to King’s School which often use the Cathedral and were “a law unto themselves”. Much like their founder Henry VIII”, I retorted.

On finishing the service, the well-trained choristers filed out into pairs followed by the academic staff in their gowns, and choreographically exited. A wonderful sight.

We descended to the simple ringing-room where the band of ringers was gathering. The wall were bedecked with peal boards, recording the ringing of a peal with details of its length, date and method. I remember only one: A Grandsire lasting 3 hours 42 minutes, of 5032 changes, in 1982 for Pope John Paul. What a feat!

The 12 bell-ropes hung through the ceiling, forming a circle, their ends hooked together and hoisted aloft so that the drooping loops formed a flower design. The master/captain then unhooked the ropes and each ringer stepped forward to his/her allotted station, with two attending the 30 cwt tenor bell. He then offered a short prayer which gave both a focus and purpose to the proceedings and then the ‘changes’ began. At first I tried to connect each pull with an individual bell, daunting to a novice ear, but then I ‘let go’ of the technicalities and just listened to the whole. I was surrounded by this joyous sound which echoed and vibrated through my total being, and witnessing at close quarters the makers of this music. A truly profound experience, and one that will always remain with me.

I was asked to sign the visitors book. ‘Thank you, it was a privilege’. And indeed it was.

THE POEM:

TAKE CARE AMIGOS

UNTIL NEXT TIME!

Paul

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BURA’S BLURB

(JANUARY 2011)

HAPPY NEW YEAR AMIGOS!!!

Dear Maud:

I expect you’ve been wondering where the hell I have been as I sent you a very short note saying that I had broken my bloody elbow and you had not heard a word from me since!
I have been holed up in a special hotel whilst I licked my wounds. Special in the sense that it is a kind of pucker ‘medical’ hotel (some say ‘private’) where the ladies all dress up as nurses, nurses as in the true ‘CARRY ON’ style: little hats, starched aprons, black stockings etc. and have spoilt me rotten. Meals all served in bed; bed-baths all laid on, even ‘maid service’ leaving our rooms spick and span. They even come around with tea and coffee, and fresh coffee at that, none of this instant muck and regular as clockwork morning noon and night.
(Even the receptionist has beautiful eyes!)
My personal needs are all taken care of even to a point of providing me with a kind of flying bedpan on wheels, even wiping my bum for me! Now that’s what I call service!
My fellow hotel clients are all equally taken care of. The strange thing is this hotel doesn’t provide us with alcoholic drinks, so one of the clients –a Yorkshire lad - used to get his friend to bring in cans of lager (I think he called his friend ‘mule’, can’t think why?) which he smuggled in and were stashed in his wardrobe and covered over with old clothes. The client used to smuggle them out a couple at a time!
Tobacco was also forbidden (I didn’t care as I don’t smoke) and this ‘mule’ used to bring this in as well. This client often used to ‘pop out’ for a ‘ciggie and a swiggie’ (as he called it) whilst nobody was looking. I got the feeling that the staff used to turn a blind eye, but I can’t be sure!
There was one client, Roger something I think he was called, used to get his leg over night and morning, Maud. No, not that kind of leg-over: he used to have his leg slowly lifted over from his bed to the floor otherwise he was in great pain. Broken hip I think.
Also there was a client that you could set your bloody clock by: every night dead on 11pm he would shout in this broad Kentish accent: “I WANNA GO TO BED! (He was in what they called the Day Room, which had a TV) I WANNA GO TO BED! I WANNA GO TO BED!” Louder and louder using an upward scale of volume. So the hotel staff in their nursery outfits used to have to prepare him (under a barrage of abuse, why I couldn’t tell) for bed, dodging blows as they went about their different tasks!

All the above is true only the location is false to protect the innocent and their true identity. But as for the nurses and staff they DO exist, their kindness exists, their compassion exists, their laughter exists.
A certain Welsh staff nurse lent me part of her Miles Davis CD collection…and GAVE them to me as a present when I left. She didn’t have to do that, but as for her trying to teach me the welsh dialect. I failed miserably!

A certain super-nurse (she knows who she is) gave me a massage that turned into a healing session – she is a natural healer, her hands burning with that magical healing intensity – she has completely cured me of a particularly painful shoulder. (The pain was like a knife being plunged into it!) It took only two sessions for a complete, natural and final cure! And as for her O.T. friend from Ireland whose patience I can only admire!
Talking of patience. The physios had to put up with so much (Yes they even had a Physiotherapy Department as well) as the slow walking up and down the corridors, a chair of safety following the client (insurance against a possible fall) like a camel train across a desert of pain. Some could take it (pain) and some could not. Patience, patience, patience! Eventually the most difficult and challenging case was overcome, most of the time. But ALL at least benefited, even in a small way
I doff my hat in respect to these people!

To finish I’d like to tell you a short but true story.
In another emporium a ‘nurse’ was confronted with a sight that made her reel back, gasping with horror as she peeped through the curtains! Etched on her face was a look of disbelief that would make a bin-man wretch:
“Oh my God, he’s covered in shite!” she screamed, hands up to her face in shock!
It turned out the client was covered in chocolate!!!

Well Maud, what do you think of it so far?

SINCERELY

Paul.

AND NOW THE FIRST POEM OF 2011:

HAPPY NEW YEAR, AMIGOS!

MAY LOVE FOLLOW
AND EMBRACE YOU
WHERE EVER YOU GO!

LOVE N’ LIGHT N’ LAUGHTER!

Paul