Kim Parker

Things started off small. I am not a big ‘angel’ person but I do possess a pair of tiny angel earrings. Over the years I have become quite fond of them. It was therefore a little annoying to discover that I had lost one of them during a day out. I had a fairly thorough search to no avail. It was apparent that I had to bid that earring adieu and I did so with a slight twinge which quickly dissipated, mentally I just let it go. I did think I would like to find that earring but if not, then so be it.

The following day, as I walked through the lounge room for the umpteenth time that day, on the floor at my feet was my small silver angel earring. It was a grand feeling to be able to place it back in my jewellery box with the other angel. There was no way I could have missed seeing it and I have no explanation for how it suddenly appeared in so obvious a place. I am sure there could be a simple explanation but, for me, this was a small miracle, an answer to a request and the letting go of the outcome.

The second marvellous occurrence is a little more involved and unusual. I had a dream about a goose that I followed down a corridor to a very large and oddly decorated egg. Whenever I dream of an animal or insect I look up the attributes of the creature concerned in Ted Andrews book; Animal Speak. There are about two pages on the goose in his book. Included is the information that writing with a goose feather quill can assist a writer, in his or her craft, in various ways. Idly I thought to myself that I would love a feather quill but that it would have to have a biro on the end as I would find a fountain pen tedious to work with.

I had lent several books I had written to a couple, friends of my husband. One of those books I really wanted back as it is out of print and I have only a few copies left. They really appreciated that book and wanted to purchase two copies of it. I decided to let them keep the copy they had and I also gave them one extra copy, leaving me with just one copy.

My husband met up with his friend and came home with a small package and a much appreciated thank you card for me. It is such a lovely thing to get an unexpected gift and I happily opened the package to find a pink box with silver writing that proclaimed inside was a feather quill pen of vintage design. I couldn’t believe my eyes and opened the box to find a beautifully painted feather attached to a small biro. The feather was painted with cherry blossoms on it, so pretty.

Once again I had, without any prolonged emotion attached, thought that I would like something only to have it appear within just over a week. I wish I could convey the manner of these askings, how it doesn’t include emotion or expectation, just a simple request put out into the world, knowing that something is always listening, and that whatever is listening is a loving energy.

The third marvellous occurrence was just as surprising. My third book in the Waking Wisdom Trilogy is complete and nearing publication. This book, Little Pearls and Little Gems, is all the channelled wisdom teachings I have been gifted over recent years. I had informed my husband that this work deserved to have some marketing done, politely giving him a heads up that I was about to spend more of our savings. One morning in my email box was a correspondence from Thorpe Bowker, the business where I purchase my ISBN numbers for my books.

The email offered a marketing package that cost $450 for what sounded as if it reached a large base of book buyers, in both magazine and electronic format. It was attractive. When I got to the cost though I thought it was a bit much. I could feel the urging from spirit, I had thought of marketing and how I would require help as it certainly not my greatest skill. I literally said out loud; ‘yeah right, you (the universe) provide me with $450 within 24 hours and I will purchase that marketing package. Then I forgot all about it.

About an hour, maybe two, later I decided I had best do some online banking to see how much we had spent in recent days on a renovation we have been undertaking. I logged on and checked the balances in our accounts. One account had more in it than I expected so I went into that account to discover that $450 had been deposited by the Australian Tax Office. No, it wasn’t part of our tax return and was not something either of us had been expecting although we do know why we got it.

The timing was immaculate.

Of course the real question we are all asking at this stage is why haven’t I won the lottery, or even better created a peaceful world! Since my three little miracles I have been thinking about this. My understanding, from teachings received, indicate there is no difficulty, from the perspective of that which creates, with regard to the size of the miracle. Therefore the difficulty or obstacle must be in the form of the asking.

When I thought about it I actually know of four people who have won the lottery. With regard to two of those people I heard their thoughts about the process. Both these people weren’t in great need, in fact one was very wealthy. One was the neighbour of friends. She stated that she happened to see what the first prize was one week and simply thought she would like to win it. It wasn’t given any further thought and there was no emotion attached. Similar with the wealthy gentleman, just bought an instant ticket thinking it would be nice to win and didn’t think about it again. Neither seemed to have any doubts about their suitability to win money, or thoughts that the odds made it impossible. The money was there to be won so why not win it? They didn’t nag at the universe, nor make promises about what they would do if they won. They simply said they wanted it then left it alone, no emotion attached, it didn’t really matter one way or the other.

Perhaps then it is my own beliefs about winning large sums of money, the difficulty of it, the not feeling I am ‘good’ enough in some way, the worry about what I would do with it, the constant refrain about why I need it, that keep the event from taking place. In essence, as the observer and creator of this reality, I have already judged and condemned myself with regard to larger miracles. Do I also think that there is not enough to go around and others need it more than me? In fact there are many beliefs and emotions attached to the subject when in truth it is as easy as getting a quill or an earring back or $450. The difficulty is in my beliefs and disbeliefs once again.

Is it your beliefs that limit your experience of miracles too? If we realise our beliefs are limiting our experiences of miracles then we should be able to change our beliefs and therefore change our experience of life to something more miraculous, harmonious and loving. I am going to give it a try.

Copyright Kim Parker July 2022

The first heart arrived serenely through an early morning sun. On a walk I was contemplating how I could create a visual representation of the shadow self being created by belief systems within us. Beliefs that blind us to life/consciousness being the one thing in everything, beliefs with which we decorate our choices of our perceptions of reality. I came up with a simple drawing that illustrated how we restrict our vision by placing our beliefs between the light of source, truth, and our perception. How the light must go around all these things we believe and that it is this diversion that creates the shadow self, those things we hold too dear to risk their exposure to a greater understanding. Things that could bring our world view toppling down into a quagmire at our feet.

As I contemplated all this I continued to wander down the side of the road which was in full shade, the morning rays of light not yet high enough to reach past the line of trees beside the road. I was brought to a sudden stop by a spectacular golden heart of sunlight on the road, formed by rays that had found their way through the obscuring tree line. It was a timely and simple reminder that love can find its way through any blockage, for it is not confined to the physical rules of a space/time continuum. It was a spiritually stirring reminder that our thoughts are always heard and acknowledged and even our beliefs can be put aside by love.

The second heart: times have been turbulent at our place recently. As was told to me in January 2022; ‘systematic upheaval precludes focused intent’. This is so true, I am unable to focus on what steps to take to get where I wish to be…peaceful, centred and creative. Worst of all is that, when in this state, I find my non- corporeal mentors are hindered from reaching me. The chaos creates a barrier to what is to me, the very core aspect, of who I am. I do not often sink to this state of being, which often occurs around the winter season. While feeling like this, just before sleep, I again asked my guides for contact. The next morning I awoke after experiencing an unpleasant dream. This made me quite sad, still no contact and now I was having bad dreams as well. I got up and dropped into an unusual state for me, deciding I would rather not be here than go through life without contact. As I don’t recall a time when I couldn’t talk with non corporeal intelligences for guidance and wisdom, the thought of going without that is something akin to having limbs amputated I imagine. Whilst I was contemplating my sadness I turned to the kitchen bench where I had made a cup of tea a few minutes previously. I had left two tea bags in the cup as I like strong tea to start the day, to my utter astonishment the tea had wicked down the hanging strings and dripped onto the bench top, it formed a perfect heart shape. It was so beautiful I decided to photograph it, but I tried to move the cup slightly to catch, in the photo, the jaguar head that is painted on the cup. Unfortunately the bottom edge of the cup just touched the heart and the heart started to merge into a blob around the base of the cup. I did however get in a quick shot that still shows the basic heart shape. Disappointed that I had mucked it up I moved away and heard a voice say; “ you can’t fix perfection.” A heart shape from spirit and a voice, all is well again and the message for me is to go with the flow of the moment and not to try and control everything. A gentle, loving reminder that all is perfection even when appearances are to the contrary. The universe knows what it is doing, relax!

The Sacred Well of All Saints

Parts One & Two

For those readers who have read Waking Wisdom We Are One just skip to part two of this blog.

It is the night of my mother’s birthday in March 2016 and although she is dead, ( Dreamer Entered Another Dimension ) she is about to gift me a fabulous dream.

I wake in the middle of the night and decide to indulge in an active imaginal journey. As often happens I am immediately asleep again and dreaming but now lucid. I find myself in a cave in the company of a lovely gentle man dressed as a monk in a brown hooded robe. Outside it is snowing. There is a large bath sized well in the middle of the cave, it is filled with golden water. I hear that I am at the Sacred Well of the Saints in the Himalayas. I wonder if that includes all the saints of the world from all traditions or just the Tibetan ones. A voice tells me that it is All Saints. In the back wall of the cave, which itself has a golden glow, is an opening, the monk, who I learn is Saint Stephen, beckons me to follow him through that hole in the wall and we pass through it and journey just a little way into a beautiful wild valley. Protected inside a ring of mountains the land is green, lush and flourishing.

A small bird flies right up to me, totally unafraid, I realise that nothing here is frightened of mankind, I am in the hidden land of Shangri La, paradise on Earth. We go back into the cave and Stephen tells me the password to the Well of the Saints and the symbol of the Well. I am welcome to come as often and whenever I like. I am made aware that I should attend regularly to help heal my arthritic hands. I can indeed come and go as I please. I wake.

Later that day my husband and I go to the movies to see the film Insurgent 2, also known as Allegiant. Towards the end of the film one of the characters states that Divergents aren’t the problem ( in the world ) they are the answer. As an urban shaman I identify strongly with this sentiment and with divergents that come my way. However, I digress.

When we leave the movie it is quite dark outside, even so I notice a small object on the ground, it has rolled into a crack where two segments of paving meet. My intuition pulls at me and I stoop and pick it up. In the middle of a regional city in Australia, far from the mystic land of the Himalayas I find myself holding a small brass Tibetan bell. Goosebumps galore!

In the weeks that follow other things happen that resonate with the dream. I rescue a bird that is on the brink of death. I carry it clutched to my heart chakra for over an hour, talking to the bird, soothing it until suddenly it shakes off the shock that has kept it moribund. Rapidly I become aware that the feathered one is ready to return to its wild winged life. When I set it free the small body doesn’t quite gain enough height and lands on the ground. I cross the road and pick it up and realise it no longer has any fear of me whatsoever, just like the bird in the dream. I place it up high and it makes its way to a shrub and slips under the leaves into cover. When I peak in the little one is preening happily and I know all is well. Perhaps kindness leads us to that magic garden of peace and tranquility.

About two weeks later I wake in the middle of the night and can’t return to my slumber. I decide to astrally travel to a friend’s side in hospital where she is very ill with cancer. Then, with her guide’s permission, I take her to the Sacred Well of the Saints in the Himalayas and I drop her into the golden water. I am half awake half asleep as this takes place, drifting in that numinous land between the realms, the place of harmony and peace where miracles happen and the cosmos whispers magic that stirs the soul. When I wake I feel very guilty that I didn’t take my husband on this astral adventure. He had an upcoming appointment for a medical check following cancer treatment and was quite concerned about his health at the time. I decide not to mention my night time healing activities.

My husband was the talkative one however. Not normally a great dream recaller, he tells me of a strange and wonderful dream he had experienced during the night. He was in an immense golden healing cave in the Himalayas! Many healers and patients were there, he could smell incense and was given a healing by a woman, she massaged him and he was washed and then taken to a hole in the back wall of the cavern. Outside a levitation class was being held.

I can only think I picked him up and took him along on a healing journey or he sensed me leaving and hitched a lift.

Taken as a dream and post dream event all rolled into one this proved to be a life altering experience casting new perspectives on beliefs held around dreams and reality and the connections of consciousness that exist between minds and beyond the body. It makes mist of the boundaries between the dream, the spiritual and the physical realms. The veils between realms are fabricated by our beliefs pertaining to them. In fact each reality can reach out and lovingly touch the other in magnificent moments of co creating and healing.

A little brass bell sits beside my dream journal to signal confidently that magic and miracles truly happen when we place belief to one side and invite love and truth to shine a new reality.

Part Two

On the 1st of October 2020 I submitted a request to White Crow Books that they read and accept my recent manuscript. A chapter in that book is Part One of The Sacred Well Of All Saints and my meeting with St Stephen. When I was on the White Crow website I noticed that they were the publishers of Reverend Michael Cocks’ book Afterlife Teaching from Stephen the Martyr. I purchased this book on Amazon Kindle in March 2019. It was bought simply because I was astounded that ‘my’ Saint Stephen had indeed been very active previously. Michael had been part of a group that met for 8 years to talk with Stephen via a medium. Although I bought it with every intention of reading it for some reason I only read 10% according to my kindle and then I must have been distracted by other things.

When I saw that White Crow was the publisher of the book about St Stephen already I thought it was a marvellous coincidence. The following week, on October the 6th I facilitated my biweekly dream circle zoom group. Truly I don’t recall how it came about but one of the circle members mentioned that she knew Michael Cocks the author of Afterlife Teaching from Stephen the Martyr. He had been her Minister in Gothenburg, Sweden. I replied that this was very significant for me but didn’t explain why. Not long after this comment I noticed that someone had arrived in the zoom waiting room half an hour into the meeting. The name of this person was Michael Cocks. My face must have been quite a study when I saw that name. I asked the group if any of them had invited Michael to our meeting, no one had.

The dream circle is one of quite a few global meetings that are advertised in an emailed weekly newsletter. Michael Cocks had simply decided to have a listen to my group on that particular day at that particular moment. As anyone can imagine the synchronicity was remarkable to all concerned when I informed the group, and Michael, of my own Stephen experiences. I also shared that I meet with St Caspar too and have met others at the Sacred Well. I made a point of emailing Part One of my tale to all the group participants within minutes of the meeting ending so there could be no question of my having ‘ made the whole thing up.’ Needless to say I found it a very affirming event, the manuscript in question being greatly concerned with the wisdom garnered from such guides as Stephen.

I took the opportunity of letting White Crow Books know of this amazing synchronicity also but they were apparently unimpressed as I have never heard back from them. Seems a shame really as I think Stephen would have approved of their involvement.

Very positive responses to the Sacred Well story were received and I felt in some way that paths were opening up. Later in the day I heard a voice say, ‘The Wheel Of Fortune.” I thought only of the game show and couldn’t see any relevance but when I did a search for it what came up was a Tarot Card, The Wheel of Fortune. This card apparently signifies; destiny, good luck, power, wisdom abundance and elevation. Also it is the card signifying the ending of a cycle and the beginning of a new one. Tarot has never interested me much and I had no idea that such a card existed.

Epilogue

As a sequel to all this marvellousness I had a hypnopompic vision one morning. Stephen, Caspar and I were standing beside the Well each with a cup filled with golden Well water. We touched our cups together and I heard someone say, ‘an alliance’. My life is amazing and I am so very blessed. Even more was to follow in February 2022 after publishing Book Two of the Waking Wisdom trilogy, We Are One.

In this book was Part One of The Sacred Well of All Saints. I decided that I should post Part Two in this blog. As the account was already written all I needed to do was find an appropriate photograph to accompany the account. I opened photos on my computer, the recent photos come up as tiny thumbnails at the base of the page. I knew I had nothing in the last week or two so tapped about in the middle of the row and instantly a photo popped up on my screen from May 2011. Only photographs from the last month were available. I have absolutely no idea as to how this could happen, it has never happened previously.

It was the photo attached to this blog, it is of San Felipe de Neri Church in Albuquerque. I had been in New Mexico in 2011 for a shamanic event. It took me some time to identify the church, and, as I am sure can be appreciated, I was rather hoping it would be of a church dedicated to Saint Stephen. However it is dedicated to Saint Philip Neri, the patron Saint of laughter and joy. In my daily prayers I send love, light and laughter to all aspects of us lost in the belief of separation, and, in loving oneness, I greet the joy of All being. It is so exciting to have another Saint introduce himself to me in such a tech savvy manner. I never cease to marvel at the adroitness of life when not in this matter form. What wonders lie ahead?

Drifting upwards from sleep I hear the words:

Open your heart
to the world
that it may grow
strong and bright.

I repeat it several times to myself, knowing that, like dreams, these little gems can dissolve into nothingness when I reach waking consciousness. I always feel I am wide awake when such things happen but have learnt that I am still in an altered brain state, lucid dreaming or something similar. If I don’t surface and write it down, or simply keep repeating it, it is lost into the night realms of superconsciousness from which it surfaced briefly.

It seems a simple sentence at first glance. Yet, once again I am struck by the clever craft of wisdom taught by ambiguity. When I open my heart to the world my heart grows strong and bright. Or is it the world that grows strong and bright when I open my heart?

Invariably we read such statements and assume we know what it refers to, without, in most cases, even considering the second option. Yet there is such a depth of possibility lying in wait if attention is paid to the ambiguity. Wisdom workers keep eyes open for such spiritual statements as this.

Laid before us is the power of both perspectives, the heart and the world growing brighter and stronger. Double the wisdom.

It makes me pause and consider are my heart and the world both dependant upon the other? Or is my perception of reality expanded by understanding that my heart and the entire world are but two expressions of the one life force? Do I dare conclude that there is no separation between my heart and the world? If I act with love, an open heart, can the world feel it and grow stronger and brighter, feeding that beauty back into my heart? Do they pulse together as the one thing being alive and joyous?

Such a lot to think about from so tiny and simple a sentence, caught like a jewel reflecting the morning light.

Copyright Kim Parker 2022.

Telepathy: The term was first coined in 1882 by the classical scholar Frederic W. H. Myers, a founder of the Society for Psychical Research (SPR), and has remained more popular than the earlier expression thought-transference. (Source: Wikipedia)

Sigmund Freud apparently said towards the end of his life that if he had his time over again he might have been inclined to study thought transference.

Although small, the following incidents are still amazing to the inquisitive mind.

I frequently find myself in the position of cooking three separate meals for our little household, it is annoying. Hence I spend quite a bit of time trying to come up with a meal that both the other house occupants will eat happily just to save me from this annoyance. It was very gratifying when recently they agreed, admittedly not enthusiastically, to eat chicken kiev for their evening meal. This came with the understanding that the last chicken kiev purchases had not been up to scratch. It was quite frustrating that I couldn’t recall where the less than pleasing kievs had been bought, or at least what stores I hadn’t purchased kievs from yet.

Off I trotted to town, stopping at the petrol station to fill up the car on the way to the supermarket. At this petrol station they always have chocolates and sweets at low prices at the checkout and invariably try to tempt you into purchasing a little sweet treat. This time was no different and I declined, adding that I had been indulging my chocolate love a little too frequently of late. The very pleasant man serving me smiled and rubbed his stomach saying his big weakness was chicken kiev. He added that after sampling many, from sources various, he had decided that the best ones were in the freezer of a particular supermarket close by.

Coincidence I hear you shriek, but seriously, when have you ever been told, unasked, by the station attendant that he loves chicken kiev and where to buy the best ones? Even if such a conversation has come your way unsolicited were you, like me, literally thinking about where you should go to buy chicken kiev? Imagine how easy life could be if this happened on a regular basis. Random strangers answering the questions that are uppermost in your mind, except it tends to imply that we aren’t as isolated from each other as we presume we are. Then your brain can’t help but take a furtive look in the direction of telepathy, what is it? How can information travel from one mind to another? What is the means of conveyance and precisely what is being sent? Do our thoughts reach out to other minds on a regular basis, what is a thought made up of? Boggle point for many I suspect but so intriguing. It could be a matter of concern though, what thoughts are travelling into the minds of others, all of them? Why goodness it makes you much more aware of what you are thinking doesn’t it? There are thoughts that occur in my mind that I would prefer didn’t go wafting off into the minds of those around me. Whilst this thought transference can obviously be remarkably helpful it does seem that it might pay to become very observant of just what one is thinking. Spiritual teachers aplenty have advised such observance.

The second coincidence ( I don’t believe in them actually) was again small but very helpful. A friend has lent our family her childhood rocking horse. In return for renovating it we can have it for our grandson to enjoy. It was in a very well loved condition and my husband, Rod, had spent quite some time breathing fresh life into its worn form. It was my job to paint the eyes on and also the horseshoes. Although it looked alright I couldn’t help wondering if fake eyelashes would improve and soften its expression. It was a fleeting thought.

The next day, the day after the chicken kiev incident, I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up prescription medication. It was very busy and I had to wait. I ambled over to the special bins, usually full of makeup and vitamins. Not so very different this time except right on top was the only available set of fake eyelashes, at a very reduced price too. I blinked, once or twice, then grabbed my little gem of a find. It must be said that they really look good on the rocking horse, enhancing its character. Interestingly, I would not have bothered actually going looking for them to buy for the horse but when they appeared right under my nose I knew it was a gift and meant to be.

This type of thing has happened throughout my life as I suspect it has for many people. Over time it tends to lend credence to the concept that life is fashioned with an incredible attention to detail and desire. I love to marvel at these seemingly small things because what is fundamental to their occurrence is not small at all. Rather it seems that awareness is huge and we exchange our thoughts with each other and with the universe itself with great regularity. These little coincidences are the fruit of a huge tree, the tree of life itself, we don’t see the tree because its very vastness is beyond our earthly understanding while we remain a materialistic society. I find that by honouring the small miracles I am telling the cosmos that I see it, in all its glory, and that I know I am loved. This honouring paves the way for more miracles.

Copyright Kim Parker 2021.

Waking in the night I decide to use my techniques for shamanic travel. I begin the ritual and find myself visiting my dear friend Caspar as intended. In the dream realm, or the astral if you prefer, we meet at the Crow’s Nest in the Himalayas. He has his back to me when I arrive and when he turns around he has a kitten in his arms that he hands to me. It is a gift for me and Caspar tells me that the male kitten is named is Nico. My lucidity intensifies and I know, and make a point of remembering, that I must research the name when I wake and return to this experience of life in matter form. Then I decide to sleep on the dreamers bed there and I lie down and drift off to sleep within the dream visit watching all the stars whirling around through the glass roof above the bed at the Crow’s Nest.

The next day I searched out the meaning of the name Nico. It is from Greek, a shortening of Nikolaos. It means victory people, often put as victory ‘of the’ people. One reference states that those with this nickname are full of charm, energy and effortless cool. I have always had a soft spot for a cool cat.

After giving this some thought I realised that in all likelihood Caspar was gifting me a kitten for finally publishing my first book in a trilogy and having got the second book ready to send to the editor within a month of that first publication. It was a personal victory for me against the doubts and distractions many of us face when we are creating anything that we intend to offer up to the world.

I told both my husband, Rod and youngest daughter, Miki, of this dream. The following day my eldest daughter, Anna, phoned me to ask what to get her Dad for Fathers Day. I replied that since my own father has been gone many years I had not given the subject any thought at all but that I would consider the matter and let her know if I came up with something. Anna decided to visit us a bit later on the same day.

When Rod came out of his study to greet her, Anna asked him if he would like a kitten for Fathers Day. It was an amazing question as we all know his normal response to such a question would be that he would prefer some ground glass to rub in his eye than to receive a cat. To be fair he has loved those cats we have had but really dislikes the damage that cats can do to the local birds, frogs and lizards. However, to my surprise he quietly said, ‘yes.’ Then he stood there looking from one to the other of us suspiciously. It became obvious he thought Anna knew about the dream and we were ganging up on him on the matter of cat acquisition. He took some convincing that Anna knew nothing at all about the dream. Anna was very surprised when we shared the dream with her, she grinned and noted how strange it all was, adding ‘Mum does really have superpowers.’

It was quite some time later that Rod confessed that just prior to coming out of his study to greet Anna, he had been listening to a song that had popped up randomly on Spotify. The song was The Fairest of Seasons, sung by Nico.

Yet one more tiny transformational tale from my life has appeared to offer up the magic of the night meeting and mixing with the magic of the day. To tease us with the possibilities of a fully conscious and interactive source of being that not only contains us but is contained by us.

Now we just have to await the arrival of Nico the kitten.

Consociate:

late Middle English (as an adjective in the sense ‘associated’): from Latin consociatus ‘joined in action’, from the verb consociare, from con ‘together’ + socius ‘sharing, allied’.

Consociates is the word I use for what are commonly called guides or spirits.

Tertön (Tibetan: གཏེར་སྟོན་, Wylie: gter ston) is a term within Tibetan Buddhism meaning a person who is a discoverer of ancient hidden texts or terma…

Terma, or Ter, (“hidden treasure”) refers to esoteric Tibetan Buddhist and Bön teachings allegedly hidden by various adepts (such as Guru Padmasambhava) for future discovery at appropriate times.

One night I was awake in the wee small hours feeling anxious about a few things when a voice suddenly asked me this: ‘if you could go anywhere on earth where would it be?’ (I am clairaudient and have been all my life.) The impression, or telepathic understanding, I received with the question was that I could only choose one place. Also it felt as if what, or whoever, was asking had the ability to make this manifest for me. I started thinking about all the places I could go and the next thing I knew it was morning. I had made no choice of destination before returning to sleep.

On my walk in the afternoon I was thinking about all the wisdom teachings I have been gifted, particularly in the last few years, and of my discovery of tertons and how this resonated so deeply with my life. I came to the decision that the one place I would choose to go would be the Tigers Nest in Bhutan…I am not a buddhist by the way. In particular I would want to visit the cave that is supposed to have a sword housed within stone. At first I thought I would stay at the Tigers Nest for seven days but immediately was informed I would require ten days to accomplish what was required.

When I arrived home and opened facebook to check something, a recent activity notification popped up for a page I very rarely visit. It is called The Sanctuary of the Silent Healing Power. A page that is mostly concerned with the life and teachings of Murdo MacDonald-Bayne, a little known spiritual master and healer from the first half of the twentieth century. Murdo, or Dr Mac as his students referred to him, had trained in the Himalayas. The page is also open to all teachings of wisdom and truth. Unfortunately there are only thirteen members of this Facebook group and the last activity was a post I made in November 2020. I shared a poem I had been gifted by one of my consociates, I shared it direct from my own page so hadn’t actually opened the Silent Healing page itself for many months. The poem I shared then was:

Grant me the presence of All in my day.
The Presence that knows I am but a ray,
of its fabulous, perfect
living light display.

I decided to check out the recent activity Facebook had notified me of. I opened the Silent Healing page and there was a stunning image of a Buddhist monastery in the mountains. On closer inspection it struck me that this was a photo of the Tigers Nest in Bhutan, the esoteric choice for my one and only place I would visit on earth. It could certainly be said that my subconscious was aware that the photo on the page was of the Tigers Nest but I would never have looked at the page if the notification for recent activity hadn’t drawn my attention. An amazing synchronicity in my opinion.

Something, or someone, had obviously heard my answer. Later in the evening of the same day I was quietly marvelling at this strange link in consciousness when I heard a voice say, ‘you chose well.’

Oh to be free to travel again, and to have the opportunity to visit such a stunning, magical place in the physical world. A place that resonates so deeply with my shaman soul. If the consciousness that asked the question of me can actually assist to make such a visit possible I have a true treat and miracle to look forward to.

I gave a talk to IANDS Down Under on July 25, 2021 on Near Death Like Experiences in Dreams and Non-ordinary Experiences. Here’s the video.

My cataract surgery was scheduled for early January 2021. It was being done at a major hospital in Melbourne so I traveled to town the day before and stayed in a hotel for the night. This gave me the time to visit my favourite bookshop. On one of the shelves there I came across a book by a well known dream teacher and shaman, it was very reasonably priced. As I was about to move to the counter and pay for it another book caught my eye. It was titled The Philosophical View of the Great Perfection in the Tibetan Bon Religion written by Donatella Rossi. There was only one copy and it was quite expensive. I stood there indecisively putting it back on the shelf, looking at the dream book, then pulling the book on perfection back off the shelf several times. I really didn’t want to spend the money and thought it might still be there in a few months when I returned. Then I thought how very unlikely that would be and that it would disturb me if it was not there. I put the dream book back and coughed up the relatively large sum required at the counter.

My spiritual instructors had been drilling me in the wisdom teaching of perfection for quite a while. A short time prior to this I had heard a voice say:

I am always
in the presence
of my perfection

         That night, after hearing this, I had dreamt of a gold painting with two symbols in white on it that I was informed accompanied the words I had heard. Not even a good amateur artist I did, however, manage to paint this simple sign and hang it on a wall as a reminder and reinforcement of this piece of wisdom. Previously I had been unaware of any teaching called the Great Perfection. It had seemed remarkably synchronistic to find a book on it within days of my own deliberations on the subject of perfection as the true state of being.

On my return to the hotel I opened and began reading my latest purchase. Much to my delight it outlined spiritual teachings that were totally in accord with those that I had been receiving for some time. Additionally it talked about the teachings being usually in verse and that there is a simplicity to this that humans have trouble comprehending. We can look at the above verse for this, it appears simple yet it actually has a certain ambiguity, resulting in a depth of information being conveyed in a simple manner. It can mean that my own perfection is always present whether acknowledged or not. It can also mean that wherever I am, I am in the presence of perfection, there is nothing other than perfection, my perfection is the same perfection that is fundamental to all. Anything else is illusion.

Most of my recent wisdom teachings are in verse and are remarkably simple. It is interesting to note that quite a few people who have near death experiences have said that in that anomalous state they have understood absolutely everything about life. Furthermore, they say that it is so simple a child could understand it. Wisdom that isn’t simple would not be of much use really would it?

The intelligences with whom I converse seem to delight in teaching me something, or leading me to arrive at understandings. Once I have the teaching in hand they then provide supporting or physical proof of its authenticity. As a teaching method it strengthens the wisdom gathered. It can be disconcerting though, as for a little while, I tend to surmise that they have gifted me some new perspective. Only then I often discover that the same perspective may have been taught decades or even hundreds of years previously. Truth is ageless I presume.

Finally sleep beckoned and I had to put the book down. I drifted off easily only to be awakened rudely by what felt like a strong, energetic kick in the solar plexus. Wide awake immediately, I was surprised to see the form of a short man standing between my hotel bed and the door. Normally this would be a frightening event but I felt no fear. It was apparent that this was no ordinary man as he was all dusty golden brown with no distinctive features. As soon as I had taken a good look at him he vanished. I turned over and tried to return to sleep but heard a voice ask a question of me. “What is the origin of thought”? Followed by another, “What is the purpose of thought?” I think there was a third question that I have forgotten. I answered two out of the three questions quite adequately according to the questioner, which I took to be the man I had seen. This felt like an important assessment that I passed. It also seemed to be linked to my reading matter prior to sleep that night. Although I could probably write answers to the questions for the reader I don’t actually recall what I answered at the time. This doesn’t concern me as I obviously know the answers at some level of my being and they are available to me if required.

It was some time after this that I was visiting the Sacred Well of All Saints. This is a place I journey to in a shamanic sense and where I meet with St Stephen and others who share healing, wisdom and guidance with me. There is an opening there into what could be called the Garden of Eden, a paradise. Stephen took me out into the garden where a large body of people from the Well were crowded around a small golden man, listening to him talk.

I knew this was the same man who had visited me in the hotel in Melbourne. He spoke to me, telling me not to try and heal anyone or anything, to just bring love to such situations and it would know what to do where I would not know. It is so true, I would be trying to physically heal someone believing this was what was required but love might see that what was needed was the removal of anxiety or fear. I might try to heal the planet but love would see that certain elements of my inner environment required healing before I could impact the outer environment. Love sees with clearer eyes than I do, it sees into the heart, deep beneath the surface complaints. There is no illness that is hidden from love and none that it cannot heal, even if that healing takes a form I would not have thought of or perhaps even defined as being healing.

Then what becomes apparent is that I need to learn how to bring love to all situations, remaining ever aware that I do not know all that love is only that it is. In terms of perfection, as I am always in the presence of perfection, it would be wiser to comprehend that I am the presence of perfection. Furthermore, perfection by its very nature, would be love and wisdom working in unison. By surrendering to this larger view of the one consciousness I allow love to flow through me.

Copyright: Kim Parker 2021

The cat and I are sitting by the gas fire enjoying each other’s company. Gently stroking her head and listening to her purring I am suddenly aware of a sentence drifting through my quiescent mind.

‘I am untamed by generosities.’ What could that possibly mean,’ I wonder. It nags at me throughout the day, it has thrown me off centre somehow. I am confused by it. Surely to be generous, as in kind, giving, open handed and magnanimous is more likely a means of creating tameness? To be untamed is to be wild and difficult to control.

I checked the etymology of generous, it comes from latin, genus – stock or race and generosis – noble / magnanimous. Taken in general sense : ‘of noble birth.’ Magnanimous is from latin, magnus – great and animus -soul.

It is on my daily walk, which for reasons various has occurred in the afternoon instead of the normal morning routine, that I finally give a mental shrug and throw the question out to one of my less ‘material’ friends. By this I mean what is conventionally called a spirit guide. “Caspar, what on earth does this sentence mean?’

He responds promptly, he has a good sense of humour and I get the feeling that he has quite enjoyed watching me do mental cartwheels to no avail. ‘To choose to be generous, to be kind and giving, to be forgiving is to enact a noble birth,’ he informs me. Generosity grants this material world a view of the great soul, that is a noble birth. True kindness may establish trust but it seeks not to confine or oblige in return for the expressions of kindness. Anything that expects some form of obligation to be established by apparent generosity is just a masquerade that seeks control as the end game. Generosity has the care and freedom of the recipient at its core. To be wild is to be free, not a slave to anyone or anything. Oddly, free has its root meaning in words that mean ‘to love.’

So when we choose to be generous or to accept with light heart and appreciation the generosities of others we free ourselves from the tyranny of our fear of lack, we acknowledge abundance and see our kinship. We are love in action and thus are wild and uncontrolled in a manner that serves all.

Copyright: Kim Parker 2021