Humanity is Priceless

 The heart of humanity is precious,
It is worth more than all the assets accumulated on earth,
It is deeper than the unknown depths of all the oceans,
It is more beautiful than all the art galleries combined,
There is nothing that compares to the tender heart that shares, cares, reveals and heals,
For this is worth dying for.
I see so many falling between the cracks,
Allowing cruelty to be normalized,
Seeding deception like a cash crop,
Torturing innocence for personal gain,
Objectifying as if a trophy to be hung out and dried,
Exploiting humanity as if a toy to be turned on and off at will,
For the profile of the empty cavern is the heart emptied of compassion,
Unable to feel for the other in pain,
Distanced from what is true and real,
Pretending honour and respect whilst locating the back door,
For the wolf in sheeps clothing knows nothing of what is gentle and kind,
Yet smiles to be seen to be without knowing love as the content not the contour of a deep life.
For we are not consumers to market products whilst the planet is a quarry,
We are not here to be manipulated by promises of public interest and human benefit,
For these are just tag lines to justify self gain packaged as service to serve one self,
For service in this hollow world is giving to take away,
As all rights are thrown overboard,
As respect is being seen to be respectful,
An integrity is a mission statement that never lives in accordance with values,
For values are monetorised as if the value of the human heart is can be bought and sold,
When it is priceless,
It is pure,
It gives without taking,
It is genuine as a mirror image in a pond of deep reflection,
For the true face is the only face worth looking into,
And the eyes are sparkling diamonds that see only what is beautiful,
There is no vested interest to conjure illusions,
There is no spin to weave more untruths,
For the heart speaks without censure,
The heart gives without limit,
Hope sees the best outcome,
Ensuring the sum of the parts exceed the whole,
For what we do for others returns to the self.
We know not what we do to each other,
The harm caused by careless whispers and words,
In endless abuse that takes no responsibility,
As others cannot be heard in the shadow of self interest,
We circle in blame games with no ending,
As to be right is the plight of those who seek power not happiness,
For to be happy is to let go of being right,
As happiness joins with life peacefully,
Righteousness divides from life,
Right is might,
And each separation makes us smaller,
As fear projects as the negative, cruel and punitive,
When our journey is to know thyself,
And be true,
For you cannot bare false witness to yourself.
So I send this to all those fighting for more
not to be more,
I send this to all the families that lost their way home,
As home was always where the heart is,
To all those who think winning is taking it all,
Not giving it all away,
So all win,
For the zero sum game of win/lose is the final game in this show and tell where the cake shrinks,
For we are at the end of this no win situation closing down the end game,
As we reset to a existence beyond all programs and charades,
As we move into a new story that has never been told,
It is over the horizon opening to a new dawn,
For the bringers of the dawn will change the paradigm for good,
As we learn that all actions that harm another hurt the self,
Sending the arrow back to the arch bishop,
The bullet back to the machine gunner,
As all wars without turns back to the war monger within,
As life rebalances that which opposes all life forms,
As we re-learn that love, peace and joy are not motherhood statements but mother's love,
For the bond of love sees oneself in the other and protects the tender heart from all harm,
The rising feminine nurtures all life without exploitation,
For only life affirming survives to rebalance karma,
And life ending destroys the kite that uplifts,
That rises on the thermals of cloud less blue skies without bounds,
For to take without limit,
Ends in time,
As there is no time,
Like the present,
And I am open to the gift of a true life.

Blood Red Moon 2022 Symbolises Infinite Possibility

I was very surprised that it was a blood red moon the other night.  I saw it rising and was stunned at how big it was.  I asked some people what they thought and they told me it was a Blood Red Moon.  I knew it was powerful.  I seem to have written poems in 2015, 2021 and now 2022 as I felt inspired.  This link is a pdf of the poetry which I feel offers insight into the times we are moving through.

Is there REAL HOPE? Of course.  We get to choose the outcome.

A blood red moon of infinite possibility 9 November 2022


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UN Peacekeeping and Rape is the War Within Unable to Keep Peace

When I first heard of this from a Congalese woman I was shocked.  Today I am wiser and the cliche  ‘the wolf in sheeps clothing‘ comes to mind. Many speak of peace and nonviolence or spend on domestic violence without any concept of what violence really is and why we as a global community allow it and cycle in it.

Until we look at ourselves, our own negativity, abuse and justification for violence and question the ‘why’ of violence we cannot change the outcome.

As Einstein said: You cannot solve a problem from the same consciousness that created it. We must learn to think anew.

Rape is not sex or just a man losing control.  It is the very projection of men who are detached from the feminine within, that is, the aspect of themselves that shares, cares, reveals and heals (love). Women are objectified in a monetorised world that knows not true union or inner wealth.  This is not modelled, only images paraded as men and women but without depth and sincerity as the basis of our humanity as a collective.

Rape is an act of violence where the other is not cared for or considered but demonised and seen as deserving of negative treatment to avoid guilt. It arises from self gratification and dominance yet beyond and within that is disconnection and powerlessness in the perpetrator.  The one raping can never know love in this action and discover what a sacred space sexual union really is. This is where the true oneness exists for those who allow love to direct sexual activity. Those using sex as a weapon can only try to feel release via a violent sexual act, as they cannot feel true empathy (joining). Without empathy there is only disconnection from others. This is the true social distancing that is never understood. The other treated like an object never recovers from the trauma as thoughts haunt and fear energises thoughts changing neural networks.

For those women and men (boys and girls) who have gone through this go to The Work of Byron Katie, she will assist you in questioning for truth to realise you from a past that no longer exists, only peace is found in the present moment.  Inner wisdom is the only way to navigate and solve violence.

I am awakening to real peace and it is very loving. The real peace keeping is to know you are peace. Those carrying guns pretending peace ‘know not what they do’ for if they did they would not do it. Those manipulating from the sidelines pitching one against the other, also, do not know peace in the sense of know thyself. They have not resolved their inner war creating what they perceive as order out of chaos.

UN peacekeepers in Congo hold record for rape, sex abuse

September 23, 2017

BUNIA, Congo (AP) — She had been orphaned by a brutal conflict, but the 14-year-old Congolese girl found refuge in a camp protected by United Nations peacekeepers.

The camp should have been safe the day she was raped. A delegation from the U.N. was paying a visit, and her grandmother had left her in charge of her siblings. That was the day, the girl says, that a Pakistani peacekeeper slipped inside their home and assaulted her in front of the other children.

But that was not the end of her story. Even though she reported the rape, the girl never got any help from the U.N. She did become pregnant, however, and had a baby.

If the U.N. sexual abuse crisis has an epicenter, it is the Congo, where the scope of the problem first emerged 13 years ago — and where promised reforms have most clearly fallen short. Of the 2,000 sexual abuse and exploitation complaints made against U.N. peacekeepers and personnel worldwide over the past 12 years, more than 700 occurred in Congo, The Associated Press found. The embattled African nation is home to the U.N.’s largest peacekeeping force, which costs a staggering $1 billion a year.

The raped teenager’s experience is grimly emblematic of the underbelly of U.N. peacekeeping, and the organization as a whole. During a yearlong investigation, the AP found that despite promising reform for more than a decade, the U.N. failed to meet many of its pledges to stop the abuse or help victims, some of whom have been lost to a sprawling bureaucracy. Cases have disappeared or been handed off to the peacekeepers’ home countries — which often do nothing with them.

The attack on the 14-year-old was so brazen it still haunts the U.N.’s top human rights official more than a decade after hearing the girl’s story.

“What on earth would it take for this soldier not to do it — to have all the heads of the U.N. together, and he still does it?” asked Zeid Ra’ad al Hussein, a member of the delegation that heard the girl’s testimony in 2004. One year later, he helped write a landmark report intended to curb sexual abuse and exploitation within the U.N. system.

With rare exceptions, victims interviewed by the AP received no help. Instead, many were banished from their families for having mixed-race children, who also are shunned, becoming a second generation of victims.

The AP even found a girl who was raped by two peacekeepers; she gave birth to two babies by the time she was 14.

To this day, the sexual violence by U.N. peacekeepers and personnel continues: Congo already accounts for nearly one-third of the 43 allegations made worldwide in 2017.

William L. Swing was in charge of the Congo mission between May 2003 and January 2008, a period when abuse allegations swelled in a country that has been torn by dictatorship, civil war and unrest for the last half-century.

“I take full responsibility for what happened,” Swing told the AP. “I knew at the time the buck stopped with me.”

Swing said the U.N. at times made it clear he should be relieved of his duties. Instead, he was named the head of the U.N.’s International Organization for Migration. Now, he sits on a new task force appointed to tackle the problem yet again. Swing insists the mistakes made during the early years of the Congo mission provided lessons that could shape new reforms.

“You can never make someone who has been sexually violated whole,” he said. “But you can give them a sense that the organization is trying to make them whole.”

The AP found that victims of car accidents involving U.N. vehicles are more likely to receive compensation than victims of rape. Why? Because those injuries were inflicted during the course of the U.N. worker’s “official duties.”

Although the U.N. has substantiated at least 41 cases of paternity worldwide since 2010, it can cite only one instance in which a paternity payment was made, according to online records of allegations. The AP independently confirmed a second paternity payment to a Haitian woman earlier this year.

Justice is even more elusive because the cases get referred to the alleged perpetrators’ home countries. Even after a U.N. investigation discovered a three-year child sex ring involving Sri Lankan peacekeepers in Haiti, Sri Lanka prosecuted no one, the AP’s investigation revealed.

Yet at the yearly U.N. General Assembly gathering in New York, Sri Lanka this past week was named to the U.N.’s “circle of leadership” for the next reform effort.

Poor record-keeping has been a major obstacle to reform.

The U.N. had no record of the 14-year-old orphan who was raped on the day the top U.N. delegation visited. Officials did find another case with similar details, but said it was “unsubstantiated” at the time because the girl identified the wrong foreigner in a photo lineup. They did not know what became of the orphan.

But in just three days last month, the AP found a woman whose story closely matched the one that Zeid, the U.N. human rights official, found so unforgettable. She was inebriated and living in poverty. A relative has raised the daughter born as a result of rape as her own.

In an interview with the AP, the adoptive mother, Dorcas Zawadi, said she refuses to allow the girl near U.N. bases.

“The peacekeepers try to distract the girls with cookies, candy and milk to rape them,” she said.



In interviews with nearly a dozen women who said they were raped by peacekeepers, patterns quickly emerged.

A woman named Blandine said she was raped as a teenager and became pregnant. Her son Michael, now 8, only knows that the man was a foreigner from one of the U.N. peacekeeping missions that have been in Congo since his mother was a little girl.

Every time the boy sees a pale-skinned man, he cries out, “Daddy, Daddy, it’s my Daddy!”

“He thinks anyone with pale skin might be his father. He’ll hug any pale-skinned foreigner,” his mother said. She and nine other sexual abuse victims interviewed in eastern Congo asked that only their first names be used because of what they endured.

Like his mother, the boy is shunned by villagers, left to play only with the other children of peacekeepers. In the eyes of the community the children of peacekeepers are “muzungus,” a Swahili word used to describe white people. The mothers babysit for one another, sharing responsibilities and the reality of being effectively sentenced to a lifetime of poverty from a single, violent moment in their youths.

The women told the AP stories of not being able to finish their studies, of being thrown out of their homes for getting pregnant, and of not being able to find husbands because of their mixed-race children. One thing they all want is financial help to raise their kids.

The key to that is establishing paternity, which is elusive for most now that their attackers have long since gone home to their own countries.

Blandine remembers looking at a lineup in hopes of identifying the man who raped her, a peacekeeper she said came from Morocco. But the U.N. said it had no record of her case.

“The U.N. had sent investigators around 2010 to investigate our case and they had promised they would take care of our children, but nothing ever followed,” she said.



When it comes to justice or transparency, the U.N. largely is powerless to force troop-contributing countries into action. As part of its investigation, the AP contacted nearly two dozen countries. None was willing to detail how many of its troops had been accused or the punishments imposed in substantiated cases, underscoring an overall lack of accountability.

Today, the U.N. says aid is provided to young girls and women even while they are awaiting paternity results. But that’s too little, too late for young women in Congo like Bora, who was raped and exploited by two peacekeepers and bore their babies while she was a child herself.

Bora was 11 years old the first time. She didn’t know where to turn. She had no idea she could file a complaint after being raped by a peacekeeper who had offered her bread and a banana. As a result, there was no physical evidence that could have confirmed the rape.

“It was the first man who ever touched me,” she recalled.

She gave birth to a son she named John. Estranged from her family, she could no longer go to school.

Two years later, when Bora was 13, another peacekeeper took advantage of her, and she became pregnant a second time. As she talked to an AP reporter, she looked away at a concrete wall in the bare room, telling the story of her life as if it had happened to someone else.

An uncle took custody of her children after seeing how the teen was struggling. At times, Bora has gone as long as a year without being able to visit.

“I’ll never forget what happened to me,” she said. “It is lodged in my heart.”



More than a decade after the peacekeeper scandal surfaced in 2004, the cases continued. In the Congolese village of Mavivi, about a dozen women, half of whom were minors at the time, said they had been impregnated by peacekeepers in recent years.

Among them is Noella, who sold bananas and mobile phone credit near the Tanzanians’ U.N. base after her parents could no longer afford her school fees.

Early one morning just days after her 15th birthday in December 2014, she said, a Tanzanian peacekeeper called out to her and offered her $20. She thought he wanted phone credit.

“A few minutes later, he threw himself on top of me and started to rape me,” she said. “I said nothing to my parents because I was afraid.”

In a rare move, she reported the rape and identified the peacekeeper she thought fathered her child. Tanzania went ahead and conducted DNA testing, but the test was not a match.

With no proof of paternity, Noella was kicked out of her parents’ home. Now she struggles to raise her 2-year-old child on her own.

The 14-year-old orphan who said she was raped by a Pakistani peacekeeper did not recover from her attack. Friends and relatives say she soon turned to alcohol to numb her pain. Zawadi says she whisked the child away when she still was a baby out of fear the mother would harm her.

“She only knows me as her mother, and I love her as my own child,” the woman said. “When I die, she will receive the same inheritance as my other children. They know her as my biological child, even with her pale skin.”

When Zawadi rescued the child, she gave the girl a new name, a name she prayed would give her a better life despite the circumstances of how she came into the world.

She called her Hope.


Dodds reported from several towns and cities in Haiti, Geneva and London. Associated Press writers Al-Hadji Kudra Maliro in Mavivi, Congo, and Saleh Mwanamilongo in Kinshasa, Congo, contributed to this report. Jamey Keaten contributed reporting from Geneva, Kathy Gannon from Islamabad, Pakistan, Alexandra Olson from New York, Angela Charlton from Paris and Katy Daigle from New Delhi.

Just BE

Dedicated to a good friend of mine who knows who she is.

This is the real sun God. You cannot fake this energy. Those who know know. They realise it is to BE who they are.

A man after my own heart…. I so feel these words as tear drops of incredible depth contouring the real world as the shiny diamonds of strength need no valuer as feeling is priceless as the heart speaking its song without reason as rhyme becomes the new rhythm. I love that.

I’ve posted this before, but the inspiration is…. post it again.


On a painted sky
Where the clouds are hung
For the poet’s eye
You may find him
If you may find him
There on a distant shore
By the wings of dreams
Through an open door
You may know him
If you may


As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that’s timeless
And the ONE God will make for your day


As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the Sun God will make for your way

And we dance
To a whispered voice
Overheard by the soul
Overtook by the heart
And you may know it
If you may know it

While the sand
Would become the stone
Which begat the spark
Turned to living bone
Holy, holy
Sanctur, sanctur


As a page that aches for word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
And the ONE God will make for your day


As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the one God will make for your way.

Disrupting Eco Systems is Game Over as Harmony arises out of Chaos Theories


Disrupting homelessness,

Homelessness disrupting,



A multi-million dollar industry,

Disrupting government,

From public provision to private decisions,

As capitalism funds new building out of sight out of mind,

Infrastructure pump primes GDP as a rite of passage giving equity for debt,

For legislators pass the public private partnerships as an obligation number,

Act 1 is about short term risk and long term profit,

City deals are in the pipeline not the small print,

The public bares all the risk and those private profit without risk taking,

Assets change hands as the game changer,

Digital disruption opens back channels into government annals,

Gathering intelligence and expertise forms dependency,

Corporate welfare rearranges the deck chairs,

Multinationals take over government portfolios and call it contracting services,

Billions change hands as value adding costs accounting,

Social services are the bottom of the harbour scheme,

Scheming to sink the ship of fools as welfare is not wellbeing,

Automation is personalised,

5G is beamed into cellular DNA,

Transhumanism merges technology and humans,

As robotics is the new generation that has no cost to repetitive production,

Artificial intelligence repeats what is programmed,

There are no demands, no strikes, no extinction rebellion,

Just compliance to the program,

False evidence appearing real,

Is the silent seal on humanity’s freedom,

Free dominion is what we live for,

Yet the dice have been rolled,

No-one is taking a chance,

They want predictive productive workers,

As the world is their oyster,

Even though the seas are fished out by 2050,

Top soil is the alluvial gold,

Until it blows in the wind,

Coal burning is the electrical grid,

Until another carbon sink releases an atom bomb,

For the icesheets are melting in Greenland,

As the Iceland becomes green,

The methane is freed,

And CO2 changes the atmospheric concentration,

For robots cannot automate nature,

Artificial intelligence cannot pray to a sun God,

Hal is programmed for selfish survival as Dave wanted to unplug,

Yet the matrix was a world wide web,

Interconnectivity was a net that captures but does not free,

Electromagnetic smog is a EMF sickness,

That repels and no longer attracts,

As our world dives into a deep depression,

Homeless peaks as the financials crash,

Wall Street could not break its own banks,

Corporate raiders lost the arc of the covenant,

As they sought to capture God for ultimate power,

For the human connectivity is beyond space and time,

Karma is exchange as we rebalance the karmic wheel,

For it turns it does not spin,

For what you do to another returns to the self,

What is the self but another returning,

It is ‘to be’ not ‘do’,

It is to ‘heal’ not ‘hurt’,

And home was always where the heart is.


When we become automatic pilots,

We jump without the parachute,

Leaping before we look,

For the world book has been down this track many times,

As life is a spindle not a one way track,

To be a whirling dervish is to spin in orbital directions,

In harmony with the planetary axis,

As one mirrors the other,

Mesmerised by the dark and the light,

The yin and the yang,

For spinning is integration in a centrifuge,

Centripetal or centrifugal?

With in or with out?

If you go with in you do not go with out,

If you go with out you do not go with in,

Yet one approach is in-sight,

The other is out of sight out of mind,

One awakens from the dream to see,

The other sleeps to dream,

To awaken from the dream one must see to look,

For the world book has many volumes,

The story has many angles indeed angels,

Waiting on your welcome.


Homelessness can only exist in games without frontiers and wars without tears,

Poverty can only exist in a world without interconnectivity as social isolation escalates fear,

For only balance is the prominent goal,

What we do for others returns to the self,

What goes around comes around,

Life is the mirror showing you to your Self,

Life is the mask concealing truth behind false flags,

For to pledge an allegiance to a false flag is to fall foul of universal lore,

This is the real disruption to home-less-ness,

This is the digital footprint that leaves massive craters as AI went haywire as mass coronial eruptions disrupt mass nets that no longer work,

Creditors kept printing money as digits when gold reserves melt down to fill cavities,

Ice caps exposed tundra,

As down under is up above,

The X, Y axis shifted in seismic oscillations.


Alas home is where the heart is,

As the heart beat is constant rhythm,

Broken lines and moving lines are arrhythmia pulses and waves that form,

Yin and yang disrupt broken lines of control,

The mission bell tolls for only those who can hear to see what sets them free,

The writing is on the Walls on the street for all to see,

Graffiti tells another story of disrupting business-as-usual OK,

As it is not working for US,

When all are unemployed without RULES,

Homelessness is not working for SHELTERS,

As many are huddling to keep warm,

The market is the real disruptor conditioning acceptance of change without coins,

Yet the game changer was never the multinationals global reach,

But the humble sole trader finding the soul without trading freedom for hard labour,

Learning to serve the comm-unity as a vocation not for a vacation returns leadership,

Crafting the point of exchange rather than exchanging to make a larger percentage point,

For home is where the heart is friends,

And this is the purpose of life on earth,

To ensure our earth has a life purpose,

For earth is not a quarry but a veritable Garden of Eden,

All lands are holy lands,

When the earth is your mother,

For when you honour the mother you honour life birthing itself,

For all is born from the womb of creation,

For a re-birth is not about a breach,

It is to enter a re-new-able earth charter of rites,

Where need equals want,

And none are left wanting,

Where the feminine and masculine reunite as equality is held in the tone of every voice,

For what is the sound of one hand clapping?

For when we put our hands together we understand the joy of applause,

To re-member we are in it together,

There is no them or us

Superior or inferior,

Survival of the fittest and to the rest go the spoils is not favoured by natural selection.

We are immortals renewing a covenant,

As time runs to infinity and arcs back to zero point,

There is no time like the present,

As time bends the watch or bending time is watched,

I am present for this time,

As all roads return to the centre-peace,

Rome is the infrastructure that is not built in a day,

For real partnership shares all equally,

To place the bounty at the Capitals City Hill,

The white house (purity) and pyramid (strength) merge into an ecovillage placing the child at the centre,

Recycling and reusing to maintain balance as the true sustainability of generations,

For there are no sustainable development goals when development is not sustainable,

Evolution is the blueprint that selects sustainable peace,

And peace is sustaining evol-u-ti-on in reverse,

centre-peace is No-it-u-love a  re-new-able earth,

Arising from the dream of separation,

To re-member home is where the heart is (get it!).

And this is the Heart Math calculating a future in Fibonacci spirals growing sacred geometry,

As equal-lateral triangles balance to strengthen the inner as the outer,

As the global reset (CTL ALT DEL) is activated as a rite of passage,

To begin again… is to ask And another!

Or to let go and recognise we’ve had enough of separation,

As all rivers find The Way

to the sea.