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I love beauty, it brings me back to the present moment so easily… I can be stressed, uptight and anxious, and a moment of beauty slides into my awareness and BAM…. my body relaxes, stress disappears, wellbeing fills me and I remember that all is well…

The other day I went for a walk… I got about three blocks and started saying my daily mantras; Thank you body, thank you earth… and beauty caught me…

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Crazy Guidance! Head over Heels in a Sacred Circle

Last week Jen and I were traveling around Ireland. Our friend Eugene took us on a tour of some of his favorite sacred sites in the area. The first place he took us was Piper Rocks, an ancient stone circle atop a hill.

“You’re gonna focking love this spot”, he said as we walked past grazing sheep and thistle bushes. The circle became visible as we came to the crest of the hill, a concentric ring of stones averaging three to six feet in height. They were many different shapes; field stones placed deliberately into position eons ago.

We paused at the entrance, each saying a silent prayer of thanks and asking permission to enter. I’ve learned that approaching any sacred site with reverence makes me much more receptive to the energy these places offer.

Silently we entered, each called in our own direction. I moved slowly around the inside perimeter, touching the stones, suspending my ordinary thoughts and simply being present.

I was halfway round the circle when I found myself leaning on one stone in particular, my belly draped comfortably across its crescent shape, chin resting atop its crest. This rock was cozy, and I was quite content to stay here awhile…

Then I hear the strangest thing… ‘Do a headstand here’

What???

There’s an image of me doing a headstand atop this stone… This is crazy…  a headstand – here? This is too dramatic… Eugene might even think its sacrilegious… No way!

But the image remains, as steady as the rock. I ask for clarity and guidance, and still the image remains… Certainly not something I thought up, I decide to finish my walk around the circle before committing to this crazy idea…

I amble over to Eugene, tell him I’ve received a most crazy piece of guidance. “I’m guided to do a headstand on that stone over there”, I say, pointing.

He bursts into a big smile. “I just talked to the spirits of this place, and they said they were curious just how playful you’d be. If you feel comfortable doing it, go for it!”

And then I remember I’m in Leprechaun country! Is this an elemental practical joke?

I get an immediate reply; this is to move energy, to open another channel for yet another frequency of light.

With any doubt about the appropriateness of the act out of the way, I find myself wondering if I can even do a headstand on that rock…

I go over and take a closer look…

The top is rounded, not an easy spot to put my head. I climb up, try and get into position, find myself in an awkward pose getting into place…

“Why couldn’t it have been that stone over there”, I think, “Or that one or that one! All with nice flat tops, it would be simple and easy. But no, it has to be this one”, and I crouch down again, placing my wool cap between my skull and the hard stone…

Headstands are like bike riding; once you can do it, it comes right back to you. Its not part of any regular practice, but I do notice that sometimes I’m called to place my spine upside down and vertical to the earth, usually to move some energy thru my body.

The same thing happens to me when I freedive; when I place my feet directly over my head as I dive into the deep, there’s a dramatic energetic shift, a rush of energy down my spine, that opens my consciousness into a deeper state…

I plant my hands and head, lift my butt into the air and slowly, one at a time, I tip my vertebrae into position…

I feel a powerful energy rising… the straighter my spine gets, the more it builds… perhaps I’m here to do what the humpback whales do when they hang upside down in the deep blue, singing their humpback songs…

Further up my body goes…

The energy rises faster, speeding up toward a crescendo at the same time my awareness expands… time slows, I feel the presence of many spirits around me; guides, angels, elementals and guardians of this sacred place…

My feet come up… energy, light, euphoria surge thru me… we are a union of light…

In the flow of energy my feet keep going back, back…

“Oh my God I’m going over!” The thought of falling backwards and being hurt flashes thru me… I didn’t even check to see the landing spot!!!

I make a conscious choice to relax and surrender… to completely trust this crazy process… a deep sense of peace and ecstasy floods me… over I go!

BAM!

I land crouching on the soles of my feet, my spine free and clear, and then I fall immediately back to the stone and BAM! The back of my head hits the stone with a resounding whack…

I’m in two places at once – The moment the rock hits my head, I simultaneously feel the exact same whack on the root of my spine… skull and sacrum, the exact same pressure at the exact same time…

Then its over… I’m squatting awestruck on the earth, Jen and Eugene rushing up asking if I’m ok… Jen shares that she saw light shooting out my feet as they went vertical into the air.

“I’m fine, I’m fine” I say, rubbing my shaken head. I get up and walk around, a few leftover stars spinning inside my skull, and laugh at the craziness of it all… Following one’s guidance can result in some pretty unexpected behavior!

Then I notice that the crick in my neck, the crunchy gritty spot that every chiropractor I’ve been to in the past 20 years has tried to free up, is gone…

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During the last few days in the UK with Jen, we stayed at a friend’s flat in Fernhurst, a beautiful village south of London. The place was crisscrossed with public footpaths, and we took turns going in different directions exploring the area.

I fell in love with these footpaths and how the English have preserved them; they are ley lines, energetic paths of connection that maintain a centuries old love of the land.

This particular day, the footpath took me to a farm with horses. One pasture had three horses; one pair of obvious friends and an odd man out. The three were wearing fly masks over their heads; see-thru skirts that cover their eyes to protect them from the many flies buzzing around.

I walked up to the fence, about twenty feet from where they were and put out my hand…

The pair came over first; while one sniffed my open palm, the other rested his chin on his buddy’s back. They were very comfortable and physical with each other. They turned side to side, facing in opposite directions, and when one would swish his tail, it would flick the flies off his friend’s face.

I wasn’t feeding them any grass and they moved off, content to nuzzle each other. I went over to the solo horse, his aloneness triggering loneliness in me.

He came over and smelt my hand. He was more cautious, and kept shying away. I quieted myself more deeply in response, and then he lifted his head over the fence and nuzzled me.

Something in me melted… in an instant we became old friends. I petted him, and the more comfortable I got, the more confident my hand moved; rubbing and scratching his ears, his head, his mane…

As I rubbed and scratched, love flowing freely between us, I wondered where the guidance and inspiration for my freely moving hand came from…

Touch is powerful, an intimate physical expression of connection and caring… touching this horse is the same as petting a cat, stroking our lover’s face, massaging a friend’s shoulders…

My hand glides across the horse, going here, scratching there… the subtleties of it’s movement is independent of ‘me’… Its motion exudes grace, is the embodiment of caring, an expression of love… I watch as some loving force guides this hand in a nurturing union with the horse…

Is the guidance for the movement of my hand coming from me, from ‘my’ intuition? Is the horse intuitively telling me where to rub?  Exactly where does the inspiration of how to lovingly touch another come from?

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Our world is changing faster and faster… and our hearts are opening just as fast. And more and more, our expanding hearts guide us to be and act in ways we might think are crazy!

I’ve followed some of what felt like crazy guidance lately… things that, when I first heard them, my mind’s reaction was ‘No way’!

The first was doing a headstand in an ancient standing stone circle, the other was jumping into a freezing lake with a half dozen drowning warning signs… (each of these will be their own blog post, for they each taught me something powerful.)

The headstand I thought about for maybe 15 minutes before I acted – (there was a small window of opportunity). The jump in the lake, I had all night to think about…

I made this video on the walk back from the lake!

Love,

Joe

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Joe Noonan is a Nature Lover, author, speaker and guide. A former guest on FOX TV, National Geographic and Oprah, he leads trips and workshops celebrating the ecstasy of everyday life.  You can get more information about his work at Planetary Partners.

Jen and I decided to put our thumbs to work today… with amazing results!!!

It took only two rides to get from Cork to Killarney; both rides went out of their way to bring us further.

Lorrie and Emma took us the back roads – and along the way we stopped at the highest pub in Ireland! (Learned a few curse words in Gaelic too!)

Life is flowing, always flowing… we just have to stick out our thumb and catch the ride!

In the UK enjoying the massive trees! Just made a quick video from beneath this one…

I’ve known about crop circles for decades, have seen amazing photos and heard friend’s firsthand accounts…

Now, after standing (and meditating and toning and napping) in one, all I can say is…

WTF!

Why doesn’t every major newspaper around the world have a photo of the latest crop circle on its front cover???

Jen and I are leading a ‘Wide Awakening’ adventure trip here to crop circle country during crop circle season, and now that I’m face-to-face with the phenomenon, I am in awe…

We’ll be posting a video of our escapades shortly (when we slow down enough to put it together), in the interim, here’s photos of three of the circles our merry little pod of ‘croppies’ has visited.

As you look at there, give yourself permission to remember…

Because these circles are speaking to you, to ALL of us, right now…

Enjoy!

Love,

Joe

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The Gulf spill is a big deal… I don’t usually tune into painful situations much, don’t want to feed them energy (90% of what we worry about never comes to pass!). But my guidance continues to call me back to the Gulf, with the message to call others to be proactive and send their light.

Just last week I read an online channeling from Kryon from last February talking about underground reservoirs that, accidentally tapped into, could create huge problems.

“It’s not just dangerous for the driller, but can be dangerous for the planet. On the way down through the crust of the earth to the five kilometer mark, you go through pockets of attributes… releasing gas perhaps; releasing fire, perhaps; releasing water, perhaps. If nothing else, sometimes you interrupt what we will call the integrity of the lubricant of the shale itself. What I’m saying here is you might even advance the potential of an earthquake, all by drilling down only five kilometers.”

And now messages from geologists of the floor of the Gulf becoming unstable. Lots is happening!

I’ve posted comments, blogs and videos encouraging people to be actively involved from a place of love and optimism. Hey, millions of people thinking of the Gulf as dead is a deadly idea! Rather, let’s stay focused on the Gulf as beautiful, as she has been and will be.

And then another wave of Gulf news… its pretty easy to get sucked back into being fearful… Yet I know the price of fear and the power of love. (I like that comment, it gives me peace… thank you muse)

The other day my friend Beth forwarded me an email… A message from the ‘Grandmothers, it references desperation and much death, which I pull back from.

It also had some very inspiring imagery, a ‘Net of Light‘, that resonates powerfully within me. I’m uninterested in sending messages of desperation, but loved the Net of Light, so I spent hours (until 3 am!) trying to make a video about the Net of Light with the desperation removed.

It was more than my software could handle… I was frustrated… asking for assistance, and found that someone already made the video with the desperation left out (except for the title)!!!

This is a beautiful imagery, please join me in envisioning a Net of Light for the Gulf!

Love,

Joe

Wow, its crazy today… Its been crazy all week!

Anyone notice how fast things are moving these days? And they’re going to keep moving faster!

What to do? Regardless of how hectic, I can always return to the breath…

Breath…      Smile…     Relax…       Its a foolproof formula!

Amidst a whirlwind of doing, responding, preparing and organizing, a single breath brings me back to center…

Again and again…

And again…

Again…

Ahhh…

We touched! It was sooo cool…

I was on my way to the boat, and stopped by to see Shorty and Julie on the way. I brought them some of the grouper I got the other day.

They were sitting out back on the porch, overlooking the beach below. Their porch has a commanding view of the water just steps below.

“We’ve been watching two manta rays cruising the beach all morning”, they said.

I was excited, I’ve seen the manta rays here on occasion, they come to Bimini for a few weeks every summer. I’ve tried to swim with them a few times over the years, but they’re very skittish.

“Here he comes now!” Julie said, pointing down the beach.

Their bluff is maybe fifteen feet above the white sand, and as I looked down the beach, I could see a large dark shape gliding towards us.

I needed no second thought! I dropped my backpack, stripped off my shirt, grabbed my mask and fins and ran down the steps to the beach.

He was maybe two hundred feet away, moving slowly. I was tempted to jump right in, but didn’t want to make a splash he could hear. So I ran further down the beach to put more distance between us.

(Here’s where the camera starts rolling)

I was so excited, my hands were trembling! I put on my mask and fins and backed into the shallow water…

There’s a narrow strip of rocks in about three feet of water, then its pure white sand all the way out to the reef. I position myself over the rocks and wait…

My heart’s beating fast, and knowing that he might get spooked by its rapid pace, I breath slow and easy, calming myself…

Here he comes!!!