I received a blatant message from Universe today. At first I was blinded by its obviousness, thinking there had to be something deeper. As soon as I understood it, it all became clear: thank god for all the assholes in this world - reminds us of what we don't want in our lives. Viva les assholes!

Ka Huna massage

Based on the ancient lomi lomi philosophy, Ka Huna massage is a gentle but also deep flowing form of massage that will relax, revitalise, and revive you. There are 7 principles to the Huna philosophy:
Ike: I'm aware; Kala: I'm free; Makia: I'm focused; Manawa: I'm here; Aloha: I'm happy (as in 'Aloha! how you doing?!'); Mana: I'm confident and Pono: I'm positive.
It involves long, sweeping massage strokes as opposed to quick angular prods! The whole body is massaged on the back and then the front; the back signifying fire energy and the front, water. Water is associated with emotions and it tends to resurrect a lot more issues than the back does. I highly recommend it. I went to Tegwyn Fietze in Krugersdorp - not as far as it sounds and the drive was well worth it. Her number is: 0722987628

QUANTUM SURF ALERT!!

We have now entered a new phase of Ho’o Pono Pono or Making Things Right.

May represents a major crossroads in our lives. We truly are creating templates for our future.We determine the path of our true destiny in each moment of every day with our actions, thoughts, feelings and responses.

Many deep layers of our past are being stripped off us and the bridges linking us to the past are burning. This often causes a temporary feeling of deep sadness. If we waste our energy by resisting what we know to be true, then our energy gets dispersed and we become depleted rather than focused.
Now is the Time of Reconnection.Reconnecting with our truest purpose.Reconnecting with the key people of our future.Reconnecting with our right places. Reconnecting with our One True Loves.
Solara

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Notes from a Tiger

The Tiger is a playful cat, cruising her jungle seeking fun and sport. She hunts and gambols to her heart's delight, constantly aware of her boundaries and threats. Should something surprise her, she's instantly alert. Claws out, prepared for the fight, she assesses the situation until the threat has passed.
There are many techniques the Tiger employs when she's out hunting. She stalks, she surprises, she taunts, she pounces. When she stalks it's with lethal meticulousness…planning her progression with precision and purpose. When the moment arrives, she pounces upon the unsuspecting victim with such grace and poise that her victim is completely surprised by the sight before him and is powerless against her unfolding desire.
Sometimes she teases. Dashing in and out of view she confuses the poor soul, giving him little tastes of what he could have until she's bored of the game and sneaks off for new blood.
The Tiger aims to be in control at all times - that is her survival instinct. Whether she's hunting or playing, she creates an environment that she is able to adapt to. Deep in the jungle of her active mind she paints her camouflage, maintaining the wall that no-one can tear down. Safe and secure she avoids being exposed, sabotaging her chances to find that prize she constantly pursues.
But she is not omnipotent; she can be lured from her safe place. Sometimes it happens that her need to be safe is completely overpowered and she ventures out to explore and enjoy. A Tiger exposed, what a sight to behold. Awkward and shy, she battles her fear to retreat to the shadows. Seldom she stays. Those times that she does, you know she's become yours.

Secret Life of Parking Lots

Ever notice how often you end up hanging around in parking lots at parties? Beware the secret allure of parking lots! Before you realise it, you'll be hanging onto the car, screaming obscenities and a couple of hours will have fled past you unnoticed.
It all unfolds at the start of the journey. The cool, gleaming tar glides you to your parking bay, undiscovered secrets waiting to be born. Cruise inside, shake your toosh, have a little drink..have another little drink..have a tequila...and that's when it usually goes awry. The music is pumping, the people are dancing and BAM! The next thing you know, you're parking next to some stranger in some person's car blurting out your bull***t! You've been seduced into the matrix of this wild world.
If you look closely, you can see the signs wafting through the room implying a mosey to the car. A nod of the head; a jerk of the hand and the message is clear: "Let's go to the car!"
This ritual is an art in perfect timing. As one group sneaks off (fabricating some excuse to the envious observer) so another group bulldozers in. Many a time have I sauntered out to the parking lot, to discover familiar faces running amok, cajoling me into the festivities.
The parking lot is not restricted to normal operating hours either. At any time of day or night, you may easily find yourself churning up that tarmac, the club's doors long time closed with a posse of friends spurring each other on to perform profanities best left unsaid! There, you might join the last of the straddlers, willing the club to re-open its doors, knowing full well that the danger is you. Then you're off again, a caravan of enthusiasts following your rear, hunting for the next spot to create some chaos.

kundalini spirit of slumber,
uncoils its form from deep usunder.
With gritted teeth and fiery face
my tummy aches from empty space.

Tummybug blues