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Got this online: On the youtube woman's kundalini porthole movie. From Hazztech: Have you ever considered making a 50 or so minute physical DVD collecting a summary of your thoughts, methods, and ruminations? Because you should.

Reply: Thank you, deeply, for envisioning a collection, a summary, as, yes, I have and often do. Whenever there's a lull in visions, or a topic seems "done", I turn to varieties of more complete works. I realize that so much of what I experience grows out of my personal development. I'm asking too much for anyone to understand how it all fits together. I would have to stop weekly publishing which I've done since 1997. Hard to break the addiction. Whenever I try, something new appears. So astounding that I start working on it instead. I will try to make the Wholeo DVD and I appreciate your request. 

I should do it. Here it is 12:43 and all I've done is fb and msg and searches and youtube. It is now 1:39 and I just finished vitamins. Here's my current plan. Stop publishing Wholeo Onward. Except for maybe directing comments to Facebook. Or how about directing them to a Vimeo video? That is private, but as long as I'm active, I'll be paying for it. Need to do a test video. I want to hear from you. Wholeo Onward 5-year plan. I will create a resource summing up Wholeo Visionary Guidance. During this time I will not be on social media and will not post to I need to stop to collect the present presence. Goal: produce a full-length 90-minute Wholeo DVD or movie or comparable media that encapsulates Wholeo guidance. Is it to sell? If not, how pay for it and distribute it. It is free but the price is you have to critique it, engage it, etc.


Looking for a way to get comments on pages without spam from bots. My previous solution, recaptcha has been broken for too long. I'm not happy with another solution dependent on undependable sources. Tried a link to the Wholeo Facebook page. That works well on the desktop but not on my phone. Considering a link to a Vimeo movie page. Comments are kept "forever". I wonder if people have to sign up to comment? Probably not since I can specify who can comment, limiting it if there is a problem.


Love meditation with the ECMS community. Glitter stars, five-pointed, came to illuminate like solsticing. But they also coursed through arteries, removing obstructions. I opened and straightened. When raising chest became aware of corset tight bra, weight of breasts and hurting muscles. Without slumping, let go the pain and burdens which did not return.

The teaching was about waverliness, an aspect of existence with which I am not familiar. It seems I went with it. Some aspect of me could wave. Did it have some relationship to the stars?

During this time loud noises made me shake as if something solid had hit me. But the last one was delicious, tasty, flavorful, delectable, appreciated. I love the hugs at ECMS.

This morning in the kitchen I contacted Awareness, fully cognizant that life is about what is. There is absolutely no judgement of better or worse, higher or lower ultimately. Those qualities of discrimination are part of the patterns, but every part of the pattern is equal. So during meditation entering awareness is not identifying with any part. It is clear, transparent, weightless, not denying qualities but not of them. It is containing and completely contained. There was something about the glitter that was acknowledging that plastic, metalic, colors were metaphors for something different. Star and waver.


I should document waverlyness. In night whenever would wake up, would be like under water, or looking through distortion glass, reality smeared and liquid. Thinking about my problems that are problems of others. Hung onto the walls and whatever was between me and the bathroom. Focusing intently to not crash.


On walk into the forest, talked to Awareness. For days I've been working on an adventure, a trip with Nancy to see her son in Hawaii. I am in charge of getting the tickets and general trip logistics. Also transitioning from Google plus, G+ is going away. Other computer anomalies stop my work, I have no idea how to solve the problem or combat the spam or ways to know if I'm hacked. I do everything I can think of to get back on track. When I am, I don't know what did it. I don't want to expend more energy and time figuring it out. I just blunder on.


Continuing with wholeoYogaMat, I see I need a separate page for programmable. Would it be in carolyoga or am I thinking of rugs, which could be just a floor covering, on patio or playroom or even kitchen or hallway. Wholeo Mat of many designs. Programmable mat is a sub-category of mat. Yoga mat is a sub-category of mat, which can also be a sub-category of programmable mat.

Accepting a couple of things about myself. One is how I need to redo, edit, refine and work on anything. The first drafts are always so sketchy, flimsy, assuming of bases not defined, and just plain hard to comprehend. I seem to have gotten into doing first drafts on publishing day. This is a reiteration of Laura Grenyo's insight into my process and advice to wait to present my ideas. The second is uncertainty about my direction. The yoga mat has morphed into my art underfoot. Which is disturbing because I had wanted to be virtual. Online, not into the demanding, local, limited real world of stuff.

It is not depressing to accept. But it is hard to manage the implications. Like having fallen into a pit, thrashing around, trying ways to get out. Then accepting, noticing, realizing the present moment of being down from where you were and wanted and want to be. So what is it like here, now. It is awareness. Part of it is that there may be no way back or out.

So enjoying this goat cheese that finally showed up at Publix again. But, hungry again at 8am I declared Wednesday as Free Caroling Everything day. Made a 5D, 5-fold energy dish of cacao powder, peanut butter, dates, walnuts, and stevia in water. Yes five Ds always have a sixish aspect. gosh how delish.

Now to deal with underfoot art. The programmable mat designs. That grew out of a Wholeo dome yoga mat. Completing the sphere goes way back beyond Fuller Dome yoga mat, to the QTVR days of fin de siecle completing Wholeo Dome with the projected light patterns on the floor. It has to do with flying foot first, with walking barefoot on beach and forest sand, with Woman's Kundalini, the earth mother vs. the sky father, Trips/Wholeo/BooksOnline/ky/ky23.htm the black oil gush image of the power of female of 1979. /Trips/Wholeo/GlassDome/sitoExtension/allAround/movies/wholeoHsFs/wholeo.htm has the floor. .mov


My New Zealand Leo Geary Trophy contact provided the annual report from the event and winner of the trophy. These guys are the unwitting surrogate sons, making me somehow involved with an ongoing posthumous life development. Suddenly trying to remember how I was involved. Was it through snail mail that I saw photos of Leo taking off in his parapente in Queenstown? There was some kind of sequence. Yes it is on this page (7-15 through 7-19). I worked on graphics that he used in Parapente, the magazine he developed.


5-pointed lily center, having to do with my future selfUS Presidents' Day holiday, which I don't know about honoring. I can honor Facebook. I found a 3D Webster's Ancient Earth Globe where I can view the earth as Pangaea, a single continent or watch how it has changed over the ages, with lighting and clouds and all kinds of interactive features.

Then there is a nurse reporting the progress of my friend in ER in the hospital undergoing heart tests, in real time, with comments from many of her diverse friends, over a 1,000 of them.

Finally there is a post linking to doing augmented reality art in Lyon, France. Showing how to have museum exhibits that people have to view using tablets or VR headsets. What got me so excited are the energy flows. Realizing this would be the way to show what I'm experiencing in yoga. But since I still struggle to find graphics and make a simple slide show, and wouldn't have the money for the gear, software, learning, ... No, like surfing, it is what I have no chance of doing.

Doing yoga, I asked for my future self. Light green center appeared, like this lily. I thought it was five-pointed. But there is a hidden point. Truth. With a 5D there is always a six aspect.


Installed seven grommets at the edge of the Fuller Dome Yoga Mat. Mulling over plans for suspension involving a shipping tube that can double as a stiff interior for a roll and for wall hanging. But do not want any mount to keep the mat from lying flat in use. A flat board would be a better wall mat but would not be good for shipping. Actually, if wall attachments are correctly spaced, there is no need for a hanging spacer. That would be seven posts. If there is a hanger attached to the mat, it can be hung from a single post. Designing continues.

In carolyoga orbits, vibes flinging off fingers of wavering hands. Rotating geometrically, hands are talking.


Converted color healing program spaces to programmable yoga mat formats until realizing that I do not see a sustainable way to rewrite the Flash Actionscript to a program that would work with today's devices. Discontinued the effort although I would love to have such a mat. Maybe I should post the design graphic anyway.


At 3AM got up, lit candle, smudged, sat in meditative position for quite awhile. Went back to bed for awhile. Awoke with a vision of pinkish roses with a green hex framework over it. No feeling of meaning or specialness. Just that it exists and record it. Note that I bought a rose bouquet with lilies that I am shamelessly enjoying. Smelling them constantly, moving from bedside to computer side to yoga side and back during the day.

Continually bewitched and bedazzled by all the Adobe CC programs, the depth of options, the wealth of training. Tempted and yet unable to hardly pierce the interface.

To fend off bronchial raspy hints of disease, walking indoors, indulging in watching discs on TV: House of Tomorrow and The Dark Crystal.


Researched programmable materials and fabrics. Smart mat uses a 4-ply technology. Has a conductive grid placed over a piezoresistive layer that is responsive to pressure. Latex-free. 6mm thick. SmartGrip surface technology. This is to send signals about yoga practice to teaching software on your phone. However, I did not find any hint of programmable graphics except on T-shirts.

I have spent so much time revisiting what the earth globe looks like from the inside. I found a program that shows the antipodes in Google Earth but they are hard to follow logically. My only trustworthy guide is Fuller Dome. I verify my approach, then later, lose it and have to retrace my steps over and over. If only I had a 2-meter diameter globe with the continents outlined on a transparent sea. Then I could stand inside and look up and down and get it. OK, writing that helped me visualize it. I think I'm OK.


Idea for a smart yoga mat is to make it programmable. It could have 5 different backgrounds such as black, white, or colored struts. Individual strut combos. Wholeo dome. Expanding on and exploring this idea. Do I want to show them in perspective, in use?

On the web, off I went into World Contact Day, March 15. The 60th anniversary was in 2013. The method is for all to think and message to/with whoever is out there in meditation. Also there was a World Contact Week ending 3/22. There is a logo of what looks like a 6v geodesic from the inside, the same structure in my Wholeo Dome yoga mat. Can't find any info about where it came from, although have messaged the Facebook page owner. Somehow this led to info about a neuronal connection between the caudate and the putamen in the brain. The more, the more intuitive channeling. I had similar info about the 3rd ventricle called the Cave of Brahma.

Doing yoga, I talked to body. It said it needed roses. Roses? During yoga swinging arms after the twists up and down, I felt like doing qigong to something between my hands that was a friend, a consciousness, life, just like me. Compressing energy was not just energy. It was expressing converging, doing love. And it wasn't just between my hands. It was completely continuous everywhere. Made me understand what "There is no death" means. In the following days, twisties up have been even more meaningfully communicative. I remember the intense, delicate, deliberate feelings, but no details.


Should face that my daily meditation practice is not off to good start. I need a regular slot for it. Not good before yoga because often have not finished eating and interruptions. Not good after because am too tired often. When wake up, I want to drink water and tea. By then I'm into computer. And in summer I often walk on wakeup, eat when return. If want to organize it by activity, it could be after lunch. Loathe to have one more duty, constriction, or structure defining my day. Love to work on computer and do life maintenance as breaks.


The Wholeo Movie can not only feature things in web site, but links between them. Like show clicking and using the web site. Like links from this basic document that is the root of so many future explorations. So when I go to make links from WinA page 56 to Liquid Starlight of the Mind, I realize that Wholeo Dome images came first. A lot of need and inspiration for Wonder in Aliceland was to find out more and verbally describe images that came to me in/for Wholeo Dome.


Getting a vision of putting it all together. I see a model house with a person in it doing yoga on yoga mat. The original vision looks like a sketch for a movie set with the 5D brain cell sphere like a Ferris Wheel. Go into brain cells for structural view. Maybe go outdoors by water, sand air sky and show expanding consciousness and end up in a WholeOOsphere doing my circles but with the cubes and tets completing the structure. It will be the Wholeo Movie, like there was a Wholeo Dome. It might be a trilogy, 3 hours long. The boxed set will come with a yoga mat that is like those flexible rubber sheets, thinner than a regular mat but a hefty sheet that can also be a wall hanging. The original vision is Wholeo Dome, Wholeo Net, Wholeo Carolyoga, Wholeo Photos, Wholeo Movie. Wholeo Consciousness.


My lovely mind is so resourceful, creative, and poetic. Parallel memory of my last few days with mother when we all knew she was going to die. Asking her how she slept or how she was doing. Her answer, "I keep thinking about my problems." My achingly emotional inner response was how futile. What problem could possibly be solved in these few hours? She has no problems whatsoever. There is nothing that can be done. But the deeply sad and infuriating thing to me is that I don't have her answer. I think I dismissed it. I could have learned what things are so important to ponder in the last few minutes. Was a problem something like wishing she had turned off the gas in her house when she left in case it leaks and endangers somebody? Was it a tax return paper I should know about? Was it something she wanted that she couldn't figure out how to get? Was it a math problem? Was it philosophical? I assumed it was some problem that she could release. But what I'd like to know is what are the ultimate problems, so engaging they are worth not letting go. Or is it that mind needs problems and will find them no matter what? That's what stories are made of. Problems.

Off on walk to Bridgette's Labyrinth. Such a pleasant experience. Started video on street, into gate to garden. Talking about the center, coming into hold the tree. Such a perfect center feeling down with the roots to earth ground center. Feeling up with the branches leaves photo synthesizing to the sky and clouds above. So vertically connecting. {Note on February 7, see a 5D Brain Cell Yoga Mat design set here.}

I saw a knot not where a branch had been cut off but that was entry/exit. I saw the membrane between change from lavender to green or gray. Indistinct. Undefined is what is beyond.

Gosh I feel like AI software experimenting with what I have been given. The thought process was that what is beyond the hole, the aperture is undefined. So is that just this life and in some other way I might see it differently. Still pursuing that Castaneda shamanic evolution of cheating death of awareness. I think I enjoyed the walk out more and began to chi gong qigong dance my way along. Could not match breathing with steps.


MeditationPractice. Meditated before doing anything else. It was so good. Thinking of 90th yoga. What would it be? For the yoga I got a guided meditation idea related to the four or six directions. 1 right. 2 left. 3 front. 4 back. 5 up. 6 down. 7 in. 8 out. {Just noticed that the first 6 are vectors. 7 is 0 vector. 8 is all vectors at once.} Noosphere is not earth. A mental sphere is its own dimension. Earth anchor. Meditation is its own way.

Evening. What is a counterpane? For me it is a poetic bedspread in a book. Reminds me of being pleasantly sick in bed as a child in the full size bedroom with N and E windows. Here with a lavender curtain for light and a big smooth bedspread. Then I did a drawing of a sketch for a yoga mat based on 5D brain cell. Is my meditation practice also my art practice?


Thinking about an Independent Lens movie, "The King", about Elvis Presley. How free the movie is as a picture of creator's mind. Has the original life shots. Has creative recreations of a car and going to historical sites where they don't recreate but look back from now, showing the remnants of what remembers. Not only that but the creator's adventure doing it. Plus current events. Even what's going on in mind, getting us into state of consciousness. Conversation with crew member about whether US is ended. The camera is always on.

Thinking that Elvis was not just deteriorating due to our culture. There was a scene of his epiphany with a cloud and how they went out into the desert. With his drug trips, his body control, his tapping into elemental, there were aspects of him doing what I'm doing. Maybe my movie is anti-Elvis.

I'M watching this whole movie on PBS. At 40:23 the Rolls Royce has broken down and is being towed, having picked up a hitchhiker and singers. Someone asks, why are you making this movie? He doesn't say. Driver is asking, says about the rise and fall of Elvis is like the rise and decline of America. The director asks, "Do you think we're in decline?" Answer, "No just stagnant."

This is what I don't agree with "They lied to everybody, saying, 'work hard, you can get ahead'". I don't agree that you listen to a "they" like that because I feel it was true for me that I was able to work hard and get ahead where I want to be. I don't feel I experienced any barriers except my own. Except maybe that people didn't experience the same feeling of freedom I did. I feel so fortunate.

I have to listen to "Love me tender", I think the only Elvis song (except Hound Dog) that I ever swooned to. I remember sitting in one of those great vinyl booths in some Dinky Town cafe with music on the juke box and singing along with some close friend around 1960. John Hawkins? So sorry we drifted different ways. . .. .

I found the song on YouTube. The Elvis version sounds a bit off key with some definite wrong notes. Well that proves something. The real song doesn't move me; it is the remembered song I sing to. Ha.

Visions in meditation. A series of curved v shapes with contrasting waves of a lighter vivid spring green and a more intense bluer green. There was the jellyfish jet navigation. Also there was a very interesting feeling of transfixers. Little metal-like things at the bottom of the waves that provide grip. Trying to express the feeling of using them, I'm reminded of lizards and bugs that have grippy talons or ways to climb up vertical walls.


World Keepers. You can't do this alone. Surround earth as Noosphere builder. As other touching like one of the consciousness phases touching tippy points. See Trips/Wholeo/BooksOnline/WinA/WinA58-59.htm referring to the orchid colored enlarged phase. The expansion is like 5D brain cell around earth, not local. Your anchor is your unique key.


I was getting a way to visualize, that is do artwork of the sheathe, appearance of cells, where the whites dissolve. The sheathe drops squeeze through and expand to a new exudanceness. It obviously is a rudimentary, rough, what is the word, like when you leave all the wires and ductwork open in the ceiling, there's a word for that. "Brute". On the next day I drew it.


So what do I pursue today? Writing to the Fuller Dome people about my web pages and the map issue? Send meditation movie to ECMS on Facebook? Call Nancy to look at my email? Continue with the moon posting and get publishing ready for next week? Trying to get reCAPTCHA working again on my comments? Upon investigation, I found out the version I have is outdated, I need to start over with Google's updated process.

Meditation before lunch. Good sitting position. No problems. But lots of thoughts and recognizing thoughts. Went over body with most attention to toes, feet, ankles. Fingers, joints, wrists. Bones. Tipped head back to pour into and down spine. Tension spasms in fabric-like sheathe, a word for application or absorption or treatment. As intensity released I felt meditation was over. Looked at timer and 1:11 left. That seemed like a long time but something astounding happened. As if what was iSunned, sparked, sheathed is in particles or quanta (?) that intend to expand. For that to happen, the stuff I'm usually made of also articulated. So the iSun stuff became more continuous, exuding out between the body particles. Very strange, exotic, esoteric and exciting. Not sure where it left off after meditation. I wonder if I'm just tentative, scared, weak, timid in that I only conceive of this becoming. I don't actually become, that I know of.

Thoughts. Stillness. One sheathe fabric of indescribable extent and color if not silvery. A blanketing treatment. At end all healing particles expanded. So that sound and stuff was between what I am becoming.


Mohs surgery to remove basal cell carcinoma spot on my cheek. The doctor has that "archaic smile" of the early Greek sculptures. It doesn't look forced or fake but slightly artificially joyous about nothing. True, I often wonder about these skilled professionals that are almost on an assembly line, having to repeat the same motions, the same patient instructions, the same stuff, for a lifetime of work. How do they cope with the repetition?

But I felt myself responding positively to his positivity. Shall we call it beach glee? When the operation is over he says "Congratulations!!", with feeling of champagne bottle corks exploding, and great difficulties overcome successfully.

Later at home, resting as prescribed, I'm completely discombobulated with the chaotic joy of freedom of creative mind. Most lasting experience of my Women's Day March is of the dog absolutely recognizing his own kind of curious interactive joy in me and rushing to ACK. Same with deer lichen goddess, revering this plant that I so adore. My memory of the encounter is not the camera view, it is the soul level view that is more lastingly valuable to me. But the only way I've emotionally connected with that is by meditating.

Anyway have got to enjoy my new joy in dog/lichen contact. I honestly don't recall any similar experiences, where I was so negative and positive, both.

So it has taken four days. But that wasn't the major experience in meditation.

Big change in seating for meditation. When I started I had trouble just getting to the floor. When bent left leg it started to cramp. I rubbed, manipulated, massaged and cajoled it, then slowly bent it into place, where it remained OK. Same with right leg. Finally got it. Right at the end of 30 minutes I was wanting a higher center for butt center. Seems I always tip on the edge of the cushion. Just as I was trying to back up onto the cushion, the timer went off. Timely. I did get up there and felt more balanced than ever. Must continue that next time.


Reading a book named Void. Writing in HWB, the hand-written book. "Solely to know, I want to know", sang the Fugs in the 1960s, now ear worming. I had something else to write but when turned the page it was lost. Take responsibility. I lost it.

I believe the Tweezle Wootz have evolved so on the moon, making it quite a different place. There's a consciousness of appreciating the rare "night" that the eclipses bring to moon dwellers. For them our lunar eclipse is a solar eclipse only an hour. But serves a function of relief from constant glaring sun. A change of state.

Having reviewed photos and experiences from the eclipse time, I'm thinking that there is a kind of radiation exchange between earth and moon, that is usually drowned by sun. During the eclipse, moon and earth vibes have a chance. Just like the water from the forest that is trapped by the road through the lake, is still percolating under and through the soil and does reach the beach. Unseen. Unacknowledged mostly. So I'm feeling like I've had a vibe phone call to my relatives on the moon.


Have lost the iSun momentum. Sat for blank meditation. Day focused on alignment with the full moon and eclipse in the evening. I took photos watching the eclipse progress first from in back and then in front of my building, looking straight up. At full moon time during totality I laid back on the hood of my car and entered the synergy of syzygy as inergy. Visual contact. Photons. It is a live connection, biological event. See web page, syzygy.

Visions continued after going to bed. There was a time of lightening, skeptical of en-lightenment. But becoming luminous. At 12 blue raisin-like pops popped out from each cell. I became wide-awake. Almost terrified at the scope. The possibilities. The opening. Stunning feeling wide open, stunned.


Women's March support meditation hike in the forestPerformed a Women's March support meditation hike in the forest according to a schedule of slow and very slow walks centered on sitting meditation. This practice erupted in a conflict that was resolved peacefully. I recorded the entire walk with GoPro camera on a head mount, which provides the content for a video. I spoke of meditation: "intensity. love. This is the most beautiful thing I've ever done. So Happy." Which was interrupted by the conflict. Later wrote, "I went back before the big bang and experienced all the visions after that, through Women's Kundalini and the iSuns sparked. Somehow I ended up with water. Feeling how that's the connector, in touch with the people out here and linked to the watery march." So that's why I took the video of feet in water at the stream later. Where the conflict was resolved without confrontation. Coupled with the realization that introspection and more communication is the way forward. Paths to take.


I get this sphere as a woolly kind of skein, round, wrapped, entwining. I feel the sparks coming down like messages. Not just fire. Not just light. Thoughts. Movements. Rhythms. Entrancing. Engaging. Entraining. Integrating. Then I feel shatters, like reverse replies rising up. Some fall down. In response steady flow actually. Like churning butter. Something like what I saw for Woman's Kundalini. All approximations. Aprox. A prox.

Some call it dreaming. Some call it breathing. Some call it awakening. Some call it walking. Some call it cooking. Some call it. Some know it as realing, as in getting real, or realing it. As in twisting, turning about, reeling in, as in fishing. Or reeling around as to be dizzy, unsettled, off balance or my mind was reeling. Really? Realizing? Backlit? For my cells to talk to each other. It's like internet, inter-cellular-net. When working together, the cells can handle bigger sparks and answer in unison. When working together, the cells can handle bigger sparks and answer in unison.


Sphere-drop of consciousnessSat for meditation. Increasing length of time a bit each day. Seemed to be residing in a perhaps light-bluish but not really colored sphere that wasn't really dimensional. This uninhabited, unfeatured icon is where I really live. My body and all my world is derivative creation of the sphere drop. Not sure if this is mentionable in any way, shape, or form.

On lake2lake hike, tuned into sphere-drop. It seems like I can work on making that my consciousness center. Not sure if it is an evolved process or given, since the vision is new to me. From there wondering how much of Carol management I can delegate. Seems like i could then explore coming from sphere-drop on a higher level. More comprehensive, wholistic level. Consciousness didn't stay there though. But coming back, looked in and there are round striations, more than in SUL but having that appearance of a sphere created by spiral whirl. If the sphere diameter was 12", the coil strand diameter would be maybe 1". Writing this at home, it still looks that way. Like made of sky writing.


Before breakfast did meditationPractice. Immediately saw white line around body, Could say illuminated? Then I was a void and all around me were iSuns. Or oSun. Or oSuns. The field. I felt a need to raise shoulders and slightly move back neck and head, which seems to open up space for torso/lungs. Not sure if the tension effort is worth it. Whether it actually constricts unintentionally. Maybe five minutes is too short. Seemed like I had hardly gotten started. Reading a book about quantum physics called "Void".


Dream: "We eat here" someone says. I say, "Here?" We're in a room with floor of dark wet dirt. There are cafe tables (square like card tables) placed around with white tablecloths.


Walking Deer Lake State Park boardwalk and down beach to inoutfall and back. Enjoyed. Refreshed. Felt rhizines connecting. Rhizining? All becoming verbs. I looked within and saw gray puffy wraps. Isun lights not activated. Need purpose. I can't remember that. I'm reminded of hollyhock seeds. Wrapped in a papery cover was a ring of discs, each one a seed. During yoga when invoking heavens for blessings, sparks rained down to ignite the iSuns. Like pollination. Started a graphic that has layers of other bubbles for the sparks. Set up a web page to help track meditation practice.


Guidance, I'm hearing that this gut interior coating light (of iSuns) has to be worked with, implemented consciously. To do this I'm going to have to set up a daily visionary meditation practice.


Listening to video clip made on DLSP trail walk. Talking about how inner iSuns spewed out rhizines or thin black lines for interconnections to unknown sources.

Reading the Meg Benedict pages I saved for solstice. I resonate to this on 12:12:  "When LIGHT is alive and activated in the holographic mind, our visualizations are projected into the quantum field, carrying the light with them. Photon light is the carrier of consciousness, the intelligent information that particulates into physical matter."


Did a "First Day Hike" at Topsail Hill Preserve State Park. Walked to the Gulf for a vision of the beach and coastal dune lake inoutfall. The sun emerged briefly, blessing our new year.

Realizing I'm an old crank. Cranky. Chafing at everything. Specifically thinking about new Facebook group which is for beautiful photos of this area. When I look into why I'm chafing, it goes to truth and content. I want a visions site to communicate, be a place to report experience. Not just enjoyable ones. This site seems like an ad. Does my Deer Lake group reflect that kind of journalistic value? It is not what is perceived as quality art I want, it is evolutionary art.

Wow there are mosquitoes at my window in the morning. Wet year, bumper crop. I'll chafe at that any day.

Later I went to a movie about our corrupt government, followed by a late birthday-treat meal at a famous chef's restaurant with specially creative foods. What a variety of experiences ringing in this new year.


At 6AM CST joined a local group of people for World Peace Meditation, also called World Healing Day. People around the world in global meditation synchronized with 12:00 Greenwich Time. The annual event was started in 1986 so this is the 33rd anniversary of it.

We had a really good meditation, maybe a dozen of us. First the woman who has followed this meditation since 1986 told history and did some guided meditation to breathing, body, and others, elsewhere as usual. Then quiet meditation. For me about intensity. Feeling rapturous. Then we sang John Lennon's song, "Imagine". It was lovely. Always good with Dawn Brooks at Yoga Elements. The lake was glowing white with fog. As was the Gulf of Mexico.


In looking at pictures from a plant study, I realize I could do a much better job if it were database-served. For example, I wanted to see what all the plants looked like in August/fall, but to do that I had to look at the main page and click on each gallery, keeping the comparison in memory. Also I wanted to know the general info of one plant while in the gallery, but to do that I had to go to main and find a link there. To make my data usable I need a better way to access it, like on-demand stories. A search engine that works like my mind and a way of indexing items that serves it. Search, retrieve and serve.

More basic to state of Wholeo today is the inner sun. How that plays in the storyline of my movie. I had forgotten I called it iSun. Reading about this in blog, I'm stunned that I had lost the thread. Now reconnecting, reading on 7/1 that I could rotate around a fixed position, but now the myriad ones, in each cell maybe even, given greater powers of orientations. Does this mean that my iSuning evolved without my conscious participation? Somehow this seems a clumsy ill-researched thought. Not communicating with me or you correctly. Is iSuning different from iSunThesizing? The last mention of iSun in blog is on 9/4 associated with ISWC interspecies whole communication.

Now to search up to inner sun. Not mentioned until 2019. Thinking about this also, the cross of the coordinates. What is the difference between 0° E, 90° N, what ° W, -90° S coordinates and where there is 180°, 270°, and 360°, 720° . . .? One is polarity and the other is a spiral? There are many coordinate systems. I guess I create my own with the cross. The solstice axis is the Z. Thought I would Photoshop a quickie. But making breakfast, did some tries in Doing sketchbook. My idea too fuzzy, I guess and can't bridge the gap between wishing and showing.


Plumber is coming today so I won't have as much time as I would like to focus on the solstice experience. I'll do some preliminary work on the Outer Solstice 2018 page. How about camping at Imbolc, a cross quarter observance on February 2 or midway between solstice and equinox. It can be too hot for comfort in Florida in March on the Advance Equinox.


I'm appropriating the cross as the map or calendar of the solstices and equinoxes. I know how it feels to have a general symbol attached to a specific subset. I felt I had lost the symbol of the rainbow of wholeness to the Gay Lib movement in the last century. Only now am I getting the sense that when a group does that, it expands the umbrella of the symbol to be more inclusive. So when I use the cross, I'm not taking from or diminishing the Christian use of the cross. I am at once reminding that the cross was universal symbol before Christ and I am stating that it works for the quarterly events of the year.

Inner sun, iSun, is now replicated cell-wide. I wrote of experiencing something like this some time during the retreat. But it now is reaffirmed.


In the morning I videoed my entire carolyoga session on the new yoga mat. Then packed up ready to leave by checkout time.

With another friend, bicycled and walked to the same area as yesterday. I laid down on the ground and slept. There is nothing like waking up in nature on the ground. Connections of the solstice completed.


Awake at midnight. When the sky cleared, I had to do photos. Realized the moon was straight up and was not going to shine into the porch. So I put the yoga mat out on the grass. Then followed at least two yoga/photo sessions. Could not see anything with GoPro camera so used Sony.

It is now 3AM. I loved the shoulder stand with feet in the stars, lit by the moon. I loved being out there. So quiet. Moonlight. So did some movies with the camera handheld to try to get that feet-up-in-sky feeling. Looked at that footage and couldn't see me in dark clothes. Redid shoulder stand in white clothes.

In the morning I rented a bicycle. I love bicycling. Especially coasting. Kind of a dynamic solsticing.

At full moon time near noon, sun will be highest in sky (of the day but lowest of that point of the year) so GC through earth. If face away from sun (or toward), my shadow should be aligned with the sun and Galactic Center (GC). The shadow actually extending towards outer galaxy and full moon. I wish I could be on the Fuller Yoga Mat. Make it so. I meditated before doing the yoga solstice practice at the time the moon was full.

With a friend in the afternoon I bicycled and walked along a lake in the part of the park I haven't been before. We saw elegant dwarf cypress trees in a unique wetland.


It is rainy, cloudy and very windy. In a large indoor room, I took video of the "to solstice" yoga pose. In five different costumes I tried the five angles toward the pentagons to see which one best conveyed the sun-standing-still feeling. Brimming with "to Solsticey" happiness at 9AM.

I am so loving having windows all around. It seems so important to me. Do not know how to solve it. I think it goes back to 1962. I had used my Ford Foundation purchase prize to fly to see my parents in Ventura, California. I stayed in the remodeled garage where I did a painting of the ocean. Mother told me that several local women had been attacked by leaving windows open. Men got in on the ground floor. After that I was always conscious of window location, how easily accessed. How to shut off view with curtains. 56 years of fear and intimidation. Can I possibly recover from that?

I sat and meditated for the solstice in the afternoon sitting in the bay window that mimics and shows the path of the sun from dawn to dusk. Pointing at the sunset area that is windy and cloudy and dark at sunset. This sure has been a stopped day. No walking. Just planning. Half goofed up my carefully crafted video of solstice. For some unknown reason, the video was less than a second. By the time I noticed the LCD screen was dark, and knew something was wrong, I wasn't willing to break my pose.

Such a rapturous meditation. I honestly do feel like an enhanced human being. Comet dart-shaped sparks coating my innards, informing them. Is it something like being rural and then becoming a city? Populated. But without ruining the environment.

I found out that I needed 5D structure. So brain cells need overall structure. Plan. Chart. But it seemed like there were kind of these darts. A kind of light that it's not any light that I know about. We call it light but it's some kind of energy. Because I had no agenda it went into my heart, my lungs, my gizzard and thalamus. And all these parts (!!!). Somehow added to with a layer of crystalline solstice light. That will expand their consciousness and functionality. It is a question of doing. And yet it was by doing nothing that this could happen. {Deep breath}

Oh, there was a breathing. I could see that it went down. Down below my feet and . I mean it was not, not physical I guess. On a really specific term, I need to sit up straighter, put my shoulders back. That opens up the lungs. {Two deep breaths.} Breathing. Mostly it's a kind of happy intensity. It is between gratitude and less forceful, just being thankful. You're not thankful for any particular thing. You're just meditating. But there's this moment. Moment. That I think is so transforming. It is really worth attention to that moment. Nothing else. Just it. Wind blowing trees. Bird singing.

I do yoga in a room with view of sky to the south. I see a star and Mars. I am obsessed with the notion that the moonlight contains more galactic light than sunlight, since it is facing GC and reflecting sunlight coming from the direction of GC. But the sky is overcast.


Rainy on wakeup. Looking at journal, photos and video from the inner solstice on 6-21. Good info in blog and retreat page. Especially connecting with the inner sun, iSun. Looking at a video taken at 5AM, marveling at the birdsong chorus. Got the idea to update the galactic alignment diagram.

Danced and drummed with a healing drum group before going on my outer solstice retreat. In the cabin's screened-in porch I tried to determine the paths of the sun and moon in the cloudy sky.

'To Solstice' position on Fuller Dome Yoga Mat on the porch at Outer Solstice 2018 retreat in cloudy 50° weather

Quarter Days

Some of these might appear chronologically if there are relevant comments.

2019-03-20 Advance Equinox or March equinox - March 20 at 4:58PM CDT (Full moon at 8:42PM)

2019-06-21 Inner or June solstice - June 21 at 10:54AM CDT

2019-07-25 Day out of Time - July 25. Day Out of Time

2019-09-23 Follow Equinox or September equinox - September 23 at 2:50AM CDT

2019-12-21 Outer Solstice or December solstice - December 21 at 10:19PM CST

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