BURA’S BLURB
FEBURARY 2012
HELLO AMIGOES!!!
KOOT HOOMI SPEAKS:
I bring greetings to you all.
I would speak about the coming 2012. Also I would speak about the crop circles.
This is a global phenomenon. But we are lucky in this country (UK) that most of these crop circles are up here in the South West some of them in the South, which this man [Paul Bura] has witnessed. Also they are created by the Earth (mother) and of course the people that are outside of the Earth. You call them aliens.
There will appear all over the Earth crop circles, more crop circles than ever before. Some will be simple diagrams in the grass, corn and the wheat, some more complicated and very technical and beautiful. There is an on-going theme within all of these.
This earth is going through vast upheavals: be it financial - to do with commerce - and political, a vast struggle with the negative forces. These negative forces will fight to the last and will have their so-called ‘Armageddon’, their ‘last stand’. But they will fail! This ‘last stand’ will be spread out over many years but ultimately - will fail! Also the weather changes, volcanic activity, and the millions who are starving in Africa, all of this and more this man’s guide and mentor, Joeb, had predicted 25 to 30 years ago. This will continue and if at last their scientists will accept the phenomena of the crop circles there are those coming who can interpret these crop circles: scientists and academics, also the ‘Indigo people’ and their familiarity with these on a Global theme. This is all I can tell you – for now!
For these circles represent the earth’s conditions. They are all linked. Power lines [Courier Lines] link them. But of course there are those that are hoaxes, very many, a third perhaps. But 2012 will be not typical but a vast flowering of the great minds. I do not mean great religious minds but simple philosophical minds that will come together. Are you understanding?
I think I will go now.
(GROUP: ‘Thank you’ ‘Thank you’!)
I was not able to create the energy that I wished to create through this man. But he will have his day! Thank you and may the God that you all worship and the gods that you do NOT worship: He embraces you ALL…ALL. Thank you.
LORD KOOT HOOMI 3/II/2011
[Paul Bura]
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THE SPINAL JACKET SAGA: THE SEQUEL
The ambulance men arrived once again and this time I POINTED to the ‘spinal jacket’ so that when they had put me in the wheelchair (put on coat etc) they would not forget it!
When I was all strapped in the ambulance I said to the guys: "Hope you've got my spinal jacket aboard?" They looked at one another and the face of REALISATION formed! THEY HAD FORGOTTEN IT!!! Just as I had forgotten it all those weeks before!
So I gave them the house keys and the guy went and got it!!! IT NEARLY HAPPENED AGAIN!
When I arrived at the hospital the specialist bloke was waiting for me! 'Oh goody,' I thought! 'No waiting!'
I just happened to mention that I had written out the instructions - on my previous visit - as to what to do to the spinal jacket. 'Oh good', said the specialist, 'I'll just copy it out from YOUR copy and check that I've got it all correct with you, if that’s okay?' 'You mean that it wasn't necessary for me to come in at all, then?' I exclaimed. 'No, not really, if you had already written out the instructions! After all YOU are the expert (I'd already said this to him that I was an expert on this type of spinal jacket having worn the thing since before he was born!). “As far as we are concerned this type of brace came out of the ark and if you had already written out the instructions...'
I interrupted at this point. 'The manager of this department said that I HAD to come and see you whether I had written instructions or not!' He was clearly at a loss and kept looking at his notes but apologized for any inconvenience. 'Now when the jacket is finished can my sister just pick it up? I mean do I have to come in again to this department?' 'Good lord no: you just get someone to pick it up from here! I will put it in your notes now!' He scribbled something to that effect in my notes!' 'There,' he said, 'all done and dusted!' And they wheeled me out!
The attractive blond receptionist – who I now knew to be Stacy – was still out of reach and shouting distance so I called a nurse over! I explained that I wanted to speak to Stacy! “What do you want to speak to her about?” said the nurse. “I’d rather not say,” I said politely, “if it’s all the same to you!” The nurse wheeled me over to a window where we could not be overheard. “I’ve just published on my website THE SPINAL JACKET SAGA,” I said to Stacy, “I don’t expect you to remember but you called Sue who is in charge of this department and Sue came to sort it out and I thought it only right that you – if you care to – have a read of the piece as I mention you in it!” I handed over my website address. “Oh, thank you very much!” She had that faraway look that smacked of: WHO IS THIS IDIOT, ANYWAY? But she smiled – she had a GREAT smile – and took it! “I take it that your computer is on line?” (Of course it is, you twat, I said to myself, fancy asking her that!). She nodded and gave me one last - weaker this time - smile. The nurse wheeled me back. A porter eventually arrived and I was whisked away to the Departure Lounge to await my ambulance!
On my way out of Margate I noticed that a certain fish and chip shop sold Haddock and Chips for £2.50! £2.50??? They cost over ‘FIVE SMACKEROONIES’ in Herne Bay. What a rip-off, I thought, what a bloody rip-off! The ambulance man seemed to sense my agitation! “We’ve not forgotten anything this time, have we, Mr Bura?” “No-no,” I muttered, “I was just complaining about the price of fish!” The ambulance man just shrugged: “What a twat,” he must have thought, “What a twat!”
POEM TIME!
THE PASSING OF LADY CHARITY
(For Carol who died of cancer, aged 31)
‘I look like something out of Belsen’
She said over the phone, ‘but I’d like to see you.’
‘I’ve never seen anyone from Belsen’ I said,
‘And I’d like to see you too.’
Nothing sick about it.
The bond was made.
I watched you go
Like a flower withering,
The petals turning grey and falling.
‘What will it be like where I’m going?’
‘It will be like eternal Spring but more beautiful.’
She gained strength again
And spoke of her little miracle:
How she would stay home
And look after her mother,
Work in the hospital,
Devote the rest of her life to people.
From what I had heard she had already
Done her fair share.
‘You know what?’
‘What?’
‘A friend of mine had her beautiful, long hair
Hacked off by a jealous lover.
She nearly went insane. Know what I did?’
‘No, tell me.’
‘I stood in front of her and cut
All the hair from my head, I told her:
That’s how bloody important it is!’
The pain was so bad now
That a concoction of gin, heroin, cocaine
And morphine was prepared to keep it at bay.
She still screamed every morning, screamed
That she may die, that this cup be passed from her.
In her helplessness her mother cried out:
‘God, why are you torturing my child?’
Through her pain and tears she replied:
‘It is not God, mother, it is NOT God!’
Her place of work was down amongst the people.
She lived and died for people and what
She could learn from them.
I heard that she kissed
A filthy old tramp once
Because nobody else cared;
I bet his face still burns.
‘I was on the game for seven years.’
‘Bet you got sick of sex.’
‘Yes, but never the people, sometimes we’d
Just sit and talk and put a few shattered
Lives back together. Is that so bad?’
She wrote beautiful poetry too
And it pleased me that she liked mine.
People nicknamed her Charity
Because she gave so much away:
When she died a light in the world went out
But now shines like a million suns
And you don’t need to shield your eyes to look at her!
ADIOS AMIGOES!!!!
LUV N’ LITE N’ LARFTER
Paul Bura
*****
BURA’S BLURB
JANUARY 2012
‘HELLO AMIGOS’
‘HAPPY NEW YEAR!’
2012
The atmosphere apparently was electric and heavy with energy as Red Fox and Joeb – my mentors during our monthly healing sessions - made their way from person to person. Every body was affected by it except me. I am not aware of it. (It was the same with my other groups in Sussex!)
THEN when everybody started to talk afterwards - thinking that it was all over - Koot Hoomi took control of me!
He spoke of the coming times and 2012, how we should conduct ourselves (essentially to 'just accept but be aware'). How the Earth will change over a period of 100 years (Joeb was right!), how confusion will continue to reign, how it all started with the World Harmonic Conversion with people meditating all over the world at sacred sites, mountains, sacred stones and ponds, churches etc. How from this very action the Courier lines had risen from a 7-line system to an 8-line system and how today they have reached 14…and rising!
I had asked that Lord Koot Hoomi would give us a wee talk and to my surprise he obliged. I was not expecting it and it took me completely unawares!
When he had gone however the energy was so great in me that all I could do was weep. I was not in any emotional turmoil or pain but was ‘overloaded’ with energy - so I cried it out!
However, THIS was what Lord Koot Hoomi (Katumi as he is sometimes called) told me in the quietness of my room:
LORD KOOT HOOMI SPEAKS
“Even religions that are very strict on the so-called ‘sinful’ will lighten up their thought processes and bring into their consciousness the words and actions of ‘forgiveness’. Although of course this will take time, but it has already begun.
All this will occur with the strong and steady, exhilarating rise in conscious, personal, awareness. Even those that do not consider themselves either ‘good’ nor ‘bad’, either religious or irreligious, but embrace balance as a way of life. These people will find a kind of lightness in their stride, happiness for no reason, pleasure in doing random acts of small kindnesses. In short a calming down and an embracing of these new energies.
In the months and years to come it will get worse before it settles down and gets better. Lives will become more fragile as time moves forward. The Earth will continue Her various movements until She is comfortable. In your terms this will take a VERY long time. But nothing is ever lost, NOTHING! There is no such thing as ‘death’ only, that is, in Three Dimensional terms!
You have a saying: the Father is aware of every small creature that suffers. So where are YOU in the scheme of things? He loves you in balance and OUT of balance, totally and utterly. Those that raise their hands in prayer or those who do not, those that do these ‘small acts of random kindness’ or those who do not, even those that do wicked things, all, ALL come under His protection! Do you not think that once you have acknowledged His presence that He will EVER let you out of his sight? Even those that resist His presence; even though He will go on knocking on the door of your being, you will never shake Him lose! Do you not think that He would do this thing to HIMSELF? For in essence that is what you are doing! You and the Father are one!”
LORD KOOT HOOMI
(Paul Bura)
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A POEM FROM WHEN I WAS JUST 8-YEARS-OLD HELD IN MY MEMORY FOR 30 YEARS:
FIRST STEP
(8-years-old)
Wearing a calliper
And a spinal-brace was one thing,
Walking was another.
The ‘Big Man’ was coming:
Today I had to demonstrate
That I could walk unaided,
Prove that home was just a footstep away.
Each in turn
Paraded in front of the doctor,
Each in turn giving their version
Of walking, walking without holding on!
My turn.
I was terrified,
A nurse held me, pointed me.
I clutched her like a drowning man.
The doctor waited,
Six feet of infinity lay between us.
I felt as though I had to leap
Off a high cliff
Hoping desperately that I would fly.
I hesitated: the silence deafened me.
Suddenly I felt as though someone
Has pushed me, as if an inner me,
More powerful than I, had taken over:
I was walking…by myself!
Perhaps ‘staggering’ was a better word.
I fell into the arms of the doctor.
“There,” he said, “I knew you could do it!”
Maybe I was more scared
Of losing face in front of my mates,
I don’t know. Whatever it was, it worked…
And I’m still doing it…but only just!
[From the collection: THE SPACE BETWEEN THE SYLLABLES, 1979, apart from the last line]
LUV N’ LITE N’ LARFTER
Paul Bura
*****
MERRY THINGY
TO ALL MY
FRIENDS!
NO KISS IS WASTED, JOHNNIE BLUNT
(For Johnnie of 7 years old: Downs Syndrome)
No kiss is wasted, Johnnie Blunt.
To see embodied in you
Only the need to love
And the ability to love
Puts us all to shame.
I envy you your embraces
For they are warmer than mine
More spontaneous,
You love without thinking
Without shame without pretentiousness
And I envy you still, Johnnie Blunt
And in envying you
I am smearing what you have
For you do not know envy
And I love you for that!
PAUL BURA. LOVE N’ LITE N’ LARFTER!!!
BURA’S BLURB
DECEMBER 2011
MERRY CHRISTAMAS AMIGOS!
(A BUMPER EDITION)
THE SPINAL JACKET SAGA
When the guys came to pick me up to go to Margate hospital for my spinal jacket to be altered I had to get into my wheelchair. I don't like using a wheelchair but there you go: where must drives and all of that old cobblers! I asked them to help me to put on my overcoat. This done they wheeled me out of the front door (me checking to see that I had the letter of introduction and my front door key). They wheeled me to the ambulance: the lift lowered, I was positioned on it and lifted up (wheelchair and all) and shackled to the ambulance floor, then the safety belt was applied and off we jolly well went! Arriving at Margate hospital the whole process was reversed. Clutching my letter we were off to the dept that dealt with callipers, spinal jackets and splints and the like! I checked in and was asked to wait until I was called!
20 minutes into my wait it suddenly began to dawn on me. My mind began to race. Surely not! I even started to look around me as if it might suddenly appear before me in some ‘Genie-in-the-bottle’ life-raft type thing to which I might cling! But no!
I went bright red with embarrassment:
I'D FORGOTTEN TO BRING THE BROKEN BLOODY SPINAL JACKET!
It being the very reason that I was sitting there in the first place!
I looked up suddenly and found that I was a full 20 yards from the checking-in office where that gorgeous blond (with the perfect figure I had observed going to and fro from her little office) clerk lay surrounded by glass. I wheeled myself slowly (with my fucked up arms) toward her. Another patient suddenly materialized and helped push me over. I started to explain to the blond clerk..."I will make a phone call to Sue" (Sue is the person who is the manager for the whole department) "She will sort you out!" The patient was hovering and took me back to where I was parked! I thanked her. After 15 minutes Sue arrived. Again I explained. I called myself a twat and she nodded in cheerful agreement. "Never mind," she said, "We will have to make you another appointment, wont we (It’s very strange - she didn’t mean it I’m sure - but they always sound SO condescending in these moments of kindness)? “Would the same day of the week and time suit you?" (I noticed she didn’t suggest which month). I was still incandescent with self-rage but I heard myself say: "That will do nicely - you twat!" Sue looked up! "No, not you, I was calling myself a twat...again!" She paused: "Would you like me to put in your appointment letter 'Must bring spinal jacket (you twat?)' "Yes please," I said, immediately admiring her humour, "and would you care to put it in block capitals and UNDERLINE IT”
"Will do" she said cheerfully, "will do!"
Sue left me in a pool of despondency but not, however, drowning!
I have learnt over the years to accept the unexpected. I didn’t see THAT one coming I can tell you that for nothing! With this in mind I recovered almost immediately!
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I was dreaming but in my dreams as a 4-year-old I was always alone. Alone in order to go home, no one to go home but me, no one to hold my hand, no one to guide me or lead the way. This was to be the way of it, always the way of it.
Suddenly, I wake up. Filled with such happiness that I would sing, sing with the joy of just being alive. I don’t know of what I sang but I sang. Even my father’s voice telling me to ''Pipe down, you happy little sod!'' did not deter me. Such happiness was mine and mine alone.
Number 66 Albany Drive where it all began
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 nodded my hot, tear stained head again, this was my father’s way of saying sorry:
''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!!!
Snippets of memory: my mother chopping down a young Christmas tree on hallowed ground. The image of a flat–capped farmer: his shotgun pointing at the small of her back. My father, winking his pleasure at the farmer for being caught, as if to say: ‘not my fault. It's the wife.’ While us kids - silent in that moment and the moments after - were frozen in time.
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 DAY AT 66 ALBANY DRIVE
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!
I was the last to leave number 66. I refused to leave, sitting defiantly on the front step! My brother and sisters – already in the car - were promised a bag of chips each. That bribe did it…but only just! I was 6-years-old when I left Number 66 and already a sucker for a bribe, for a mere bag of chips!
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My second dead person is described in this poem, my last in 2011:
POEM ABOUT THE SEA
Although a hundred people
Looked seaward,
There was a deadly calm.
Death is what I speak of now:
There was a deathly calm
On the sea too, a deadly calm.
The clatter and ding of the arcades
Was drowned out in such silence.
I remember it well:
Those little rowing boats
With their 'dragging hooks'.
I remember it well:
The divers in their rubber skins.
And then a shout
As one was brought up.
He was like rubber, as I recall.
Too late! Too late!
I heard that he raised
His head, opened his eyes
Then fell back, dead.
The sea claimed three
On that summer's day
Where I used to play.
No one was there to say no
To that brutish under-tow.
A SECOND POEM (IF YOU CAN TAKE IT!)
CHRISTMAS AND US KIDS AT 66 ALBANY DRIVE
Waking up to the stocking-weight
At the end of our beds:
Instant excitement!
Hands reach for the light
In the fading gloom
Then the smell, oh the smell
Of orange and tangerine
The taste of sugar mice and tin
This metal moulded instead of plastic
In the shape of airplanes and soldiers!
We had a taste for it then
The instant greed for more!
We tiptoed out onto the landing
Greeted by the smell of Christmas tree pine
And coal fires and wine heavy on the warm air!
Halfway down the stairs
The tree already in sight
With those neat parcels
Beneath!
And then our mother’s voice:
Get back to bed this instant!
Her tone smashing the magic
On this Christmas morning!
But soon ignited again,
Soon blazing a trail
With presents for breakfast
Amidst the ripe grapefruit,
The bacon and the eggs.
MERRY CHRISTMAS, AMIGOS,
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Paul Bura.
*****
BURA’S BLURB
NOVEMBER 2011
HELLO AMIGOS!
About fifteen years ago I got called out to a house haunting. Andy Thomas (Crop Circle lecturer and author of: VITAL SIGNS ‘The Definitive Guide to Crop Circles’, and his latest tome: TRUTH AGENDA) and Jason Porthouse (film editor whose work includes BBC’s Panorama) accompanied me to a little village in Sussex just outside of Brighton. This is what happened!
GOING HOME
Andy had met this couple during one of his music gigs (he is also a musician) and they had told him the story of ‘the haunting’ where the TV kept being switched on and off and the lights likewise. But the weirdest of all – a child’s footprint appeared on their kitchen floor and no amount of bleach would erase it! There was no fear involved in any of them, just acceptance!
The three of us sat down in the front room of this little house. Almost immediately I felt that there was someone else there – excluding the couple that had called us out in the first place – and this ‘entity’ was trying to communicate!
I went into ‘light trance’ mode almost immediately (Light Trance is where the medium [me] is aware but in complete control and knows what is being said and done, as opposed to Full Trance where the medium knows and feels ‘nothing’!) and I saw a man and a small child. His words were words of fear and anxiety and concern for his ‘son’. He told us of the fire that had raged through their house where they had died [it was not clear as I recall that they ‘knew’ of their demise] and they had been trying to attract the attention of anyone who would take notice of them and help them!
I explained to them that they were in the ‘in-between world’ and hadn’t yet ‘passed over’. The man didn’t seem to understand but he was willing to try anything as long as his son was safe.
I told him to look around him and try and see if they could see a light of any kind. In fact they COULD see a light but were in mortal fear of it as they thought that it could do them further harm! I assured him that this was not so, in fact the opposite was true.
When I had calmed him down he decided that they hadn’t anything to lose. In fact the more they looked at it [the light] the more welcoming it became…then they left me. And it was done! In the words of Tommy Cooper: just like that!
During the next few days that little footprint, the footprint undoubtedly of the child this father was trying to protect, disappeared!
Andy Thomas, consummate delver in truth as he was (and still is!), went to the village church where the village records were stored.
Over a hundred years ago a father and son died in a fire on that exact location.
This piece is called GOING HOME and I know that is exactly where this man and his little son truly went, where they were deemed to go all along!
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YOU GUESSED IT, A POEM!
INFINITE LOVER
So now I know.
And through all the things
That I have touched,
All that I have loved
(Or thought I loved)
Have brought me back…to you.
I can think of all the things
That I have taken into myself
And given out again,
Thinking that I knew,
By some mis-used wisdom
That I knew what love was.
I didn’t –
And, perhaps, do not.
For although it has taken me
A lifetime to see in you
A universe of self-knowledge,
A wonder of love and truth
That extends beyond
What we seem to have shared,
I know now what blindness really is,
What darkness really is,
What stumbling really is.
So there you have it:
I am learning again
How to feel;
To know and accept
What is real;
And if Eternity and Truth
Are what I know them to be
Then do I also know
That you still love me.
ADIOS AMIGOS!
TILL NEXT TIME!
Paul Bura
*****
BURA’S BLURB
OCTOBER
2011
HELLO AMIGOS!
THE ZAP MACHINE
On Saturday 4th June 2011: I once again fired-up the MEDICINE WHEEL. This was the 2nd Medicine Wheel in 15 years. The first one was in Lancing in Sussex built to strengthen and balance the chakric system (chakras) especially for ‘healers’ but also to ‘administer’ healing.
The Medicine Wheel was called the Zap Machine!
The story of how this came about was simple: I was leading two ‘Psychic Development’ groups a week (minimum of 12 people, maximum 14): and I was overshadowed (LIGHT TRANCE) first by Black Hawk who taught the importance of ‘the breath’ and taught us to breathe properly and also gave us a particular colour to breathe.
The 2nd entity was Grey Wolf who taught us how to see clairvoyantly without getting emotionally involved with what we saw - to stand apart from it (The Witness). And also clearing out all the rubbish accumulated in this life (also debris from past lives) which was pulled out of the 3rd Eye by the group concentrating on a large piece of amethyst which Grey Wolf held in his hands. Many of the group could actually feel the pressure in the space between the eyes and forehead as the debris was gently pulled out!
The ‘Team’ - as it became affectionately known - was led by my main mentor: a Burmese Buddhist monk called Joeb (real name was Djung).
It was about six months into the groups being formed that Red Fox made himself known.
Red Fox wanted me to make a Medicine Wheel consisting of four 4 foot poles about 3-4 foot across and I was to put on top of the poles large amethyst crystals (this particular crystal catches all the negative energy). He told me this clairvoyantly. What to do? So I put it to the group (Monday group) and asked them if they wanted me to do what Red Fox had suggested as I didn’t want to end up with ‘psychic egg on my face’ if it failed? They ALL agreed that it was a good idea. SO I BUILT IT!
And it worked!
People were being healed of their aches and pains and folk were being psychically trained as a result of ‘once monthly’ sitting in the Medicine Wheel. Also their ‘Chakras’ were being balanced and if you were being trained ‘as a healer’ this was important!
Red Fox would hold in each hand a clear quartz crystal and gently rotate them over the ‘Heart Chakra’ then up to the ‘Throat Chakra’, the ‘3rd Eye Chakra’ and finally the ‘Crown Chakra’! (Only rarely would he start with the Solar Plexus: the seat of the emotions!) Then he would ask the recipient whether they wanted healing?
So now, these 15 years later, I asked my neighbour, Peter Hill, if he would build me another Zap Machine (Zap.2.) as I was no longer physically able. I knew that eventually I was to start this work again and now was the time!
So on the 4th of June six people (3 nurses from The Victoria Memorial Hospital Herne Bay who I met whilst getting over a broken elbow, (one of whom completely cured me of a very painful shoulder, a shoulder that I suffered with BEFORE I broke my elbow and whose ‘hot healing hands’ were a revelation!), Peter, Barbara and my skin and blister (sister) Melly.
When it was all over I asked each of them whether they had felt anything. Gina said directly she entered the Zapper she felt her hands begin to tingle and other parts of her body where she suffered a particular skin complaint. Peter just felt a sense of peace and tranquillity. Barbara felt tingling warmth, again where her body ached. Jane felt a sense of warmth penetrate the lower part of her back (the nurses curse!) and her throat began to tingle (when the Throat Chakra tingles that is a sure sign of psychic development). Mary at first felt nothing but the overwhelming feeling to cry! Peter said: Joeb does that to me almost every week but it’s not a negative feeling (Joeb is also a healer). Then Mary began to gently weep! I echoed what Peter said: Peter was coming to me twice a week; I was overshadowed by JOEB, who dolls out his own particular brand of healing. As I have said before: it all comes from the same source and crying is a good thing, clears away all the emotional dross collected during this lifetime and perhaps the last! My little sister Melly felt nothing on this occasion, her thoughts were elsewhere: her and her husband Frank had an elderly dog who was dying of cancer of the liver! Joeb did what he could but ‘Joanie the dog’s’ time was up and we all knew it!
Joeb describes the various types of healing as a conductor of an orchestra: when the orchestra plays the same piece with the same arrangements it is the CONDUCTOR who inspires the orchestra (healing energy) – but every conductor is different, inspiring his orchestra in different ways!
Of course there are those amongst you who will ask: ‘How is it that Red Fox or Joeb can heal others but NOT you?’ The answer is simple: it is purely karmic. You see at some level I had asked for polio in order to learn lessons. I can’t be sure of course but I think it involves the ‘Ego’ ‘Patience’ and ‘Tolerance’!
I have, however, experienced healing but it had nothing to do with polio or post polio syndrome. Mary for instance (above) healed me of a pain in my neck and shoulder so severe that it was as though a knife had been plunged into it and twisted! After just two sessions of her hot, healing hands I was completely cured! This is just ONE personal example, and there were more! But when it comes to the after effects of polio…now that’s a different matter altogether. I had ASKED for that!
When Red Fox finishes with balancing the charkas he asked the same question: “Do you require healing?” Most say ‘yes’ and those that answer in the affirmative when he’s finished he will say: “When you leave the Medicine Wheel The Egyptian: Ak-ka-bar, will continue the healing for a few minutes longer.
However, because he was aware of the fact that a few members were learning the art of healing he suggested that Peter Hill (already an experienced healer) and Mary took over the role of: The Egyptian and give the recipients further healing in his place!
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AND SO A POEM:
WITHOUT FORM OR STRUCTURE
(For Gerard Manley Hopkins c/o The Waltons)
My heart in hiding stirred
And when I looked at you knelt there
I saw many a magnificent thing
Without form or structure
Glowing golden and wonderful
It needed no language to storm
The barricades, no form or structure,
Because I had heard the word within me
And that was enough: for the words
Came and thundered, came and thundered
And that was enough: that was enough!
ADIOS AMIGOS!
See you next month!
LUV ‘N LITE ‘N LARFTER.
Paul Bura
SEPTEMBER BLURB 2011
HELLO AMIGOS!!
Sparrowhawk 
What can I see from my especially high armchair? It’s high because I can only get out of the chair and stand up when my arms and legs have ‘locked’ in a straight line! (Thought you should know that; don’t know why but thought you should know that: but don’t for Christ’s sake say: “Ahhh”, or I’ll brain you!)
In front of my chair I have a computer and computer stand, which doubles as a sturdy table on which I can lean to stand up or eat my meals.
From my chair I can see out of the large sliding double-doors and out onto my patio. Sadly, the bird table is now deserted and the fat-ball holder hasn’t been touched for months, the nut feeder growing mould. Why? A Hawk!
THE HAWK
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!
I had been only a few months in my new home and just acrewed a regular following of garden birds (the above list…and growing) when he arrived.
He/She was magnificent!
The Hawk stood on my bird-table with the nobility and majesty that was the bird of prey. The Hawk held my gaze for all of five minutes then silently rose to the far fence and finished off his kill! He ate his fill and was gone!
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!
Meanwhile I broke my right elbow. By the time I arrived back home at the end of October 2010 the garden was silent and empty.
The devastation total!
What to do?
I had tried appealing to the Devic aspect of ‘all’ Hawks – including the Sparrow Hawk – by silent meditation explaining that he/she had the whole of the Kent countryside to hunt in but to please leave my garden - and the gardens on our small estate – alone! But to no avail! True, I hadn’t actually seen the Hawk since my arrival back but try telling that to my small gathering of garden birds. They remained petrified! Even the weather – remaining below freezing for the weeks of the ‘big snow’ – did little to tempt the birds back, so I assumed that the Hawk remained, his rifle-eye trained on my bird-table and feeders!
Again, what to do?
Then a robin appeared briefly and a blackbird - the pidgins still came, mind you, perhaps it’s their size that keeps the Hawk away? and also there appears to be safety in numbers?.
Days went by whilst I did another meditation.
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!
Two days passed and I got another visitation of sparrows, plus the odd blackbird in between. Then again: nothing!
The RSPB suggested putting a bamboo hanging-screen in front of the bird-table with the three sides left open. I’ll try anything once; hawks usually take their pray in flight and this screen is designed to confuse it!
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!
It’s five days since the screen was taken down.
Suddenly a lone robin appears and lands on the bird-table. He stays for a few minutes then flies away. Three sparrows one after the other land and feed; they fly away. Again nothing!
Three days go by - other than the pidgins there is nothing.
Ah, the sparrows have returned, the blackbirds return. Then – joy of joys - three blue-tits are checking out my bird-box – for a second time!
Peter, a neighbour, installed a birdbath!
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!
Slowly, slowly – to my great joy – a pair of sparrows, two starlings, the pidgins, some blue-tits (around my peanut feeder and checking out my bird-box for a third time!) and a robin, all seem to be coming back on a regular basis! Hopefully this is it!!! After all is said and done: it IS April!
HOORAY!
May arrived and slowly, slowly the sparrow population seem to explode as did the greedy and bad tempered starling. Fledglings of every variety – more so the sparrow and starling – appeared, gorging themselves on my fat-balls and bird seed, their little wings fluttering as their parents tried to keep up with their appetites!
THE HAWK?
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!
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AND SO: A POEM THAT REFLECTS
EVEN THE HUMBLE STARLING WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE, FOR IT IS WHAT IT IS!
THE GATHERER
Gather in me man beast insect and leaf
And I’ll let then all in
Gather in me trees that are my friends and allies
And I’ll let them all in
Gather in me the music of the elsewhere
And I’ll let them all in
Gather in me the technology of the ages
And I’ll let them all in
Gather in me stars moons and planets
And I’ll let them all in
Gather in me the storehouse of the galaxies
And I’ll let them all in
Gather in me the spirit and the essence of all things
For I am the Gatherer and I’ll let them all in
Gather in me the giver and the given
The creator and the created
For I am the all of it
The all and the sum-total.
First published in THE SEEKER.
ADIOS AMIGOS
LUV N‘ LITE N‘ LARFTER
Paul
*****
AUGUST BLURB 2011
HELLO AMIGOS!
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!
NOW – YOU’VE GUESSED IT!
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
JULY BLURB 2011
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 4th dimension (or beyond) YOU ARE!
******* AND NOW A POEM, OR HAIKU:
It is foolishness
To ponder on what death is
Rather what life means!
FAREWELL AMIGOS
UNTIL NEXT MONTH!
Paul.
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