The ID dBase on the internet, behind a firewall on InnerDialogue.

The database of the work has been a work-in-progress over several years. Many of you have an ‘old’ copy, the older versions actually contains all that you really need and more. For some, you purchased a relatively smaller Dbase because you had only done the Cranial Fluid Dynamics work [CFD], or acupuncture [in a Rhythm], or several modules rather than all of them. There are currently about 4500 pages, some duplicate but few. Some pages obsolete but few. Slowly I am inserting two picture per mode so that you have alternate views of the mudra to enable you to place them in the client’s hands more correctly. There are multiple pages of full page mudra displays, which like before will be ‘clickable’ upon to take you to the requisite page in the dBase. These pages are designated until titles, similar to the A-Z page we had before, but icon driven; meaning these catch us as visual clues. I’m trying to make the system easier to use, more manageable and intuitive. It is definitely a work in progress.

We are embarking to move the dBase from Filemaker to an html 5 file system. This means same operational capacity, and all the files, notes, mudras etc., but accessible on the web. We are going to initiate an indigo fund raising page to help do this. Why, you may ask? Filemaker incrementally increases it capabilities and prices every three of four years. It then doesn’t allow us to upgrade unless we pay the full amount, prior to that of course you may continue on a yearly or three yearly basis to upgrade, nevertheless in the end you pay your money! It is expensive and way beyond what we now need. A dBase on the internet may of course inconvenience some of you, then you can have the best of both worlds, keep your original files and when the internet is available in your place off work or home visit, then log in and you get an up-to-date and continually upgraded system of files, notes and diagrams.

Kip Johnson from Oregon, accompanied my his wife Robin, who teaches the Human Template model of constellation work which we developed, are the prime movers for me. So they are busily sketching out the indigo page which we’ll link to, on to the closed Facebook site of the community.

I hope you will be able to see the benefits of doing this; an updates Dbase, noted, more mudras, more intuitive, reprogrammed actually, and hopefully easier to use, as it will be icon driven. We will be asking for a donation which will infect be your entry fee into the program, which will be a nominal amount to enable you to continually use the work. Your contribution will be factored in for 1, 2 3 or more years of use, depending on your generosity. Yes, this will become a fee driven site, but no more and rather less than the price of upgrades over the years. You will benefit from a community of subscribers, users that is, who will be able to send in information which will be incorporated into the dBase.

Ramadan offerings

We are past mid point in this annual fast. It’s a good time to write; being clear of mind, and open hearted, even though the preceding days have not been so easy. It is interesting for me to see that although I had voluntary been fasting on a daily basis since the first of January, I found the first day difficult. I have been having 1 meal per day, and fasting, but having liquids, from eighths the previous evening to around 6 or 7 the next day. On this first day of ramadan I felt quite awful. It was difficult although nothing had changed, save an intention to fast–the psychospiritual intent to honor each day as a day of remembrance. Alicia even mentioned that I woke up with the breath of fasting person–how charming! All the previous weeks, this was not the case. Obviously the intention is the trick, as it galvanizes, creates purpose, eggs us on to perform the ritual.

So why, in this twenty-first century do we fast? All around me, I see fellow locals not fasting, mostly young but also many of the workers and older men–the women are still somewhat hidden from real view here, but not as overt as in some arab countries. However many do fast, and take it quite seriously. I’m never very sure whether I take it so seriously; I have modified it on occasions, like start and stop times particularly when in Russia; as ramadan started very early in the wee hours, and finished near 11 at night in some locations. This is patently stupid to have such a long fast, although I seem to be doing something similar, but on my own terms. In Saudi Arabia where the practice was pre-Islamic and was simply incorporated into the 5 pillars, the end of the fast is pretty uniform–around 7’ish– all around the year–bearing in mind that as it is governed by a lunar calendar, it loses 11 days as it retreats through the year.

The fast is primarily a time when we lower the internal (life) forces within us, by moderating our passions, or what these lower aspects feed off. So sleep, food, habit, sex, and using our higher (human) perceptions in inappropriate ways.



Left: the full dynamic state of a noble human creature. Right: our ramadan state through intent.

Left: the full dynamic state of a noble human creature. Right: our ramadan state through intent.

The aim is to put the animal and vegetal self into a subservient position by denying these two parts of ourselves what both crave for–food and nourishment, social interaction, and sex, play, fun, power and work. Instead we are single minded (integrity or staff). We are open to the Implicate rather than the Explicate (flexibility/snake)–so we involute, go inwards–not outwards with thoughts, stuff to do, social interaction. We place our sights on the target which is both the dove, but also the Remembrance of God. So we are internally present with the Caduceus, in its formal and non-dual characterization. Our lesser selves are subordinated with the material realm–they exist, but less so, and as the Muslims would say, the dunya becomes less real and important; in this way we have a much better opportunity to be single minded in our Remembrance.

Spring's reflection; integrity with no flexibility

Spring is a time of renewal, heralded by the small vibrantly green shoots on the branches of the trees, bulbs springing up, early flowers, usually low lying, adorning the pristine forests, pathways and fields. Winter sheds her drab coat, and a glorious greenery, in all its hues, adorns the world. It’s a wonderful time, also acknowledged tacitly in the Christian narrative of death and resurrection.

This Easter was marked by a savage, uncalled for terrorist attack, resulting in a huge number of deaths and severe wounding of our Sri Lankan brothers and sisters. This callous barbaric attack is yet again illustrating how we can so easily fall prey to a malicious dehumanization of religious, political and tribal politics; where the core believers manifest a strong internal commitment to their orthodoxy (what ever that may be) but have no width or expansion of consciousness, nor compassion nor understanding of the ‘other’– that is, to all the extraordinary life around us–our complete and disparate human family–that manifests as a tableau for us to understand ourselves, through the myriad tribes that exist around us.

A missing element, no ‘snake’.

A missing element, no ‘snake’.

It is as if the terrorists–whether Islamic, Christian, Zionist, Hindu, or whatever orthodoxy one wants to characterize, have a missing element within them. They ALL believe in an Implicate Reality–hence the zealous nature of their orthodoxy, but they are missing the explicate reality which allows each one of us to expand, widen, open, become more feminine, expressive, truly caring, compassionate and human. In our pictorial essays on this subject, I am inferring that they are missing the explicate nature of the caduceus, which is the ‘snake’. This, in itself, is merely a pictorial representation of the capacity to ‘unfold’ as we grow through life. Their belief; so strong, dogmatic, restrictive, rigid, unwavering is the staff with no movement within it–no life, no expression save that ‘what is written’. This unfortunate rigidity of thought, rigidity of expression is shown throughout the world in any given country, as the Implicate Reality holds the core of humans, but the expression is missing; so there is no true light on the new, that which is being unfolded, save what was.

I grieve for humankind.

December writing

It is December, and the cold, the wet and the damp has set in, albeit today is around sixty-eight degrees. A beautiful winter’s day. Our sabbatical has gone on and on, and getting back to work appears to be quite difficult. I had planned to start researching and writing about our ontological model of health, but have had little motivation. In August we went to Freiburg in Germany, for a two week conference and during that time, I realized that I had the understanding of what to write, only it wasn’t the original premise that I had stuck in my mind. It was a sudden ah ha, but even then I have not been able to sit down and write let alone begin the research I must do. However the other day, one of my daughters, Rebecca, told me that the stories, the existential experiences that I have had, should be the basis of the book, and for me to write them down as short stories. This was prompted as I had recounted a particular dream that I had just had, which had had a marked impression on me. These, she informed me, would or could be the basis of the book. I followed the invitation and have begun to do this, although actually getting down into my ‘office’ is still a difficult manoevre when all around, are the distractions of stepping down. I’m going there now!

Revamping the site

This may be the fifth time, even sixth where the site has been rejiggered. It's May here in Turkey, and the month of ramadan, so a good time to look at the content; how its been written and how much or how little should be included. It is a particularly poignant time for me, as I am in this state of openness, or perhaps more accurately bewilderment. The seven years we were in Russia–sounds rather biblical–were an extraordinary time for both of us. Exhilarating, frustrating, exciting, depressive, adventurous, confining; you can see the binary nature of the process. We were up and down in our feelings, actually drowning in the sadness, pathos, unclean, nepotic amoral miasma that we were trying to resurrect and make clean, pure and innocent. During that time both of us had  an extraordinary inner process occur; quite out of the blue, but absolutely needed. It was as if both our hearts suddenly expanded, widened, got lighter, lifted us up from the collective  feelings, the rather large field that we had been in, and allowed us to float, poised above the fray. It was a life saver. It corresponded to the Sufi pyschospiritual idea of the heart of air, which allowed us to be between heaven and earth, separate and less involved in the fields and feelings of the collective.

Heart of air

Heart of air

So light and breezy has my heart been; not terribly involved, it rather likes the feeling of the air blowing past, the heart tugging on the string, but I am at least holding onto the string–so I haven't quite floated off. This heart sits in its special place not touched, neither bothered, nor fussed. However, it then begs the question what is my hearts desire, what is meaningful for me; my further evolving purpose? It has not emerged as yet; but I am hoping that the Implicate will guide me towards the next phase. After all, we have all this work to teach, disseminate–where are those teachers? I have to write–but I prevaricate–as I'm  'blowing in the wind'!