CALENDER OF EVENTS

 

SEPTEMBER 2009

7 – 10 EcoTherapy (NPAT)

11 – 13 Kahuna Level 1 w/Gavin Robertson

 

OCTOBER 2009

19 – 22 EcoTherapy (NPAT)

 

NOVEMBER 2009

9 – 12 EcoTherapy (NAPT)

16 – 20 Family Constellation Intensive w/Richard Higgins

30 Nov. – 3 December EcoTherapy (NPAT)

 

DECEMBER 2009
Matlapeng will be open to receive guests for the December Holy-days as listed here-under:

Friday 11th December 2009 – Sunday 10th January 2010

 

Rates/Self-catering
Wooden Cabins R 300 p/day (sleeps 2) OR R 1500 f/7 days

Tipi’s R 300 p/day (sleeps 2-4) OR R 1500 f/7 days

Ground tents R 200 p/day (sleeps 2-3) OR R 1000 f/7 days

 

Mzuvukile Khumalo - Is a 13 year old Zulu boy, who lives in the Mondlo township near Vryheid. He lives w/his Gogo, Mthamba, a brother & six cousins. The rambling green hills, valleys & streams that course through the KwaZulu province, was recently decorated with colourfull expressions, filled w/the prayers of Mondlo townships' children. The boys father, Warrah shared his delight when he told me of his son's doings - this is what he shared............................

                                           

Each Saturday morning the children of the township head through the streets, chickens & goats clucking & bleating, for the 'soccer field' - a well-used clearing where all the children gather every Saturday morning to play soccer. Hours later, they all gathered under a large tree & formed a circle as they mostly did - joking, giggles & boyish playfullness filled the air. Mzuwikile stood up. The children quitened. "I am Mzuwikile Khumalo. I live at 476 block C. My father is Warrah, my mother is Nomsa, my gogo is Gogo Mthambu, & I like soccer best". "Today" he continues "I am going to teach you another game". He uncovered a small cardboard box & neatly placed five small piles of cotton cloth in a circle, then reached for a ball of string & scissors. "This", he said motioning to the display, "is how the red people of America pray. They call these prayer-ties". Mzuwukile picked up a red square & piece of string, & explained how to begin a prayer-tie. "First we must light some imphepo", at which he took out a small bowl-shaped stone & placed a small heap of dried imphepo in its centre.

 

Next he bent down, struck a match & carefully, softly blew onto the herb. Satisfied with the smoke being generated, he made some small hand movements motioning the spiraling smoke onto his face, his head, his chest "you must do like this" he said, "our ancestors used to do this before praying". The stone bowl moved around the circle - each child's face an expression of intrigue, curiosity, of GODliness. When all were cleansed, the stone was placed in the middle. The kids closed in on the circle as if by some unspoken command. Mzuwukile spoke a soft prayer thanking his father, his mother, his ‘gogo’ & friends. He thanked GOD for his ancestors & all his good fortune. For having a loving home, and food, and for being able to spend time w/his father who visits once a month, for he works in the city of Jo'hannesburg! The children copied Mzuwukile, each placing a pinch of earth into the middle of their cloth, infusing the earth with their prayers. The circle of friends sat in near stillness until all the cloth was used up. "Now we can go & offer our prayers to MotherEarth & our Ancestors", Mzuwukile whispered, & all stood up. The children fanned out to the south, the north, the east & west. Each approached a tree or shrub or bush with reverance, each asked the bush or tree or shrub to give their prayers to GOD, to N’KULU’KULU.

 

Running between cattle & goats, the children raced back across the fields of long, lush grasses. Laughter moving through them in waves of joyous sharings, each giggle triggering another, & another and another. Regrouping at the soccer field happened in seconds as they all came together moved by their mutual joys. "Next week" Mzuwukile leaned forward & whispered, "before the game, we need to share our experiences. We need to list what we like & don't like, & what you wish to become one day". He indicated they kneel down & say prayer in gratitude for family & self, and to share the fun of their new game of making PrayerTies with their family & others.Thirty or more children aged between five and thirteen turned & headed to their homes. Their sharing in prayer, encircled each child in a golden-white glow, joy visable in each step.

 

Today each child, will reach deep into the souls of all they encounter - the light of their love shall be seen in their eyes, heard in their laughter, felt in the heart and bathed all around by unseen helpers.

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BOOKS

Indaba my Children - High Sanusi Baba Credo Vusumazulu Mutwa
The Great Forgetting - Geoff Page & Bovan Hayward
The Secret Doctrine - HP Blavatsky
Flower of Life Teachings - Drunvalo Melchizedek
The Invitation - Oriah MountainDreamer
Life after Death - Deepak Chopra
A Masters Reflection on the History of Humanity - Ramtha
The Last hours of Ancient Sunlight - Thom Hartman
The Soul Whence & Wither - Hazrat Inayat Khan
The Book of Miracles:The Healing work of Joao de Deus - Josie RavenWing
A Season of Eagles - Josie RavenWing
Riding with the Lion - Kyriakos Markides
The Ancient Schools of Wisdom -  Ramtha

 

 

Spiritual Activation                                                       Julia Butterfly Hill

Earth Magic                                                                  Starhawk

 

www.wingmakers.com

www.sacredwater.com

www.rense.com

www.sacredhoop.com

www.sacredearth.com

www.foundationforthelawoftime.org

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“I would like to learn about the people that walk the earth before us and learn how they lived lives without the necessities we have today. How the earth developed and how we were put on this earth to do or play a part in something. Learn to live life to its tops and experience what it is like living like the African people. I would like to learn more about why African people are so criticized, we are all human, don’t look at the skin colour, look at what is in the heart and soul! I would like to learn how to walk like the people thousands of years ago and walk this earth in a good way, step by step. Learn how to have ancient ceremonies! And worship the ancestors. I would like to go on vision quests and sweatlodges and how to make prayer-ties. And truly get connected with GOD and the spirits. I would like to learn how to save our one and only precious earth and keep it clean and free. I would like to learn more about nature and its treasures like water and gold and silver. And learn how to make things yourself and live off the earth and not have to go to one supermarket and buy it. Learn how to run free and leave your worries behind to the person who created them. To help community and give them medicines to help them heal and give them shelter from the storm and let us appreciate them for whot they are. If they help us why can’t we help them? To learn about natures medicine’s and healings and don’t buy these man made medicines that don’t work, its all a money making scam and people don’t get better and they keep going back for more and pay even more money again and again. I would like to learn how to make a labyrinth and a kaia”.

Shane Wright – Visitor – 11 years young

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I have oftentimes tried to express & share my excitements at the joyous & unexpected play of Spirit & the elementals on the land. I am indeed blessed to experience these and am thrilled when others see, feel or ‘capture’ that which we seem to have forgotten. Here are some of these beauteous sharings

LEO

 

Sometime ago I attended a workshop at Leana’s sanctuary, Matlapeng, a sweat lodge presented by Tim Sikyea. We spent most of the day inside the spacious woodenlodge listening and learning, asking questions and being enlightened by Tim’s teachings. Leana’s dog, a typical happy Staffie, kept us company, interacting on and off, coming and going as he wished.

 

As the day passed,we became more absorbed in Tim’s teachings and paid less and less attention to the dog.

.I was vaguely aware that he was becoming progressively more restless and bored, but my attention was firmly on the workshop until I heard a triumphant “Oh Boy” coming from the kitchen.  This completely distracted me. I was intrigued to see what he had discovered.  It wasn’t long before I found out, because within seconds the happiest dog in the world emerged, carrying an endless piece of ‘dry wors’ in his watering mouth.

He hadn’t a thought in the world, other than sheer delight at his find.Our eyes met, and he jolted visibly at the realisation that he might be about to lose his prize.The gamut of expressions that crossed his face was priceless. Triumph dissolved into horror, which was quickly replaced by hope when he saw how close I was to laughter and how easily I could be won over. I couldn’t bring myself to tell on him, it would have been like taking candy from a child. To his delight, I pretended not to notice him, and watched from the corner of my eye as he disappeared under the table, to- eat the evidence. He was starting to like me, obviously regarding me as a co-conspirator, but after his fifth trip, I was worried.  This was heading towards grand larceny. Equally, I was starting to wonder how much dry wors a dog could eat before making himself seriously sick. This left me in a dilemma. Anyone who knows Staffies, understand how easily they are embarrassed, so I didn’t want to draw the attention of the whole room to the indiscretions that had being going on under their noses. Nor did I want to distract Tim from his teaching, but I did need to get Leana's attention.

 

Luckily, she is very perceptive and quickly made sense of my cryptic eyebrow signals. Tim, not coming from South Africa, had not realised what dogs will do for biltong.  He had made it so easy! He’d left it in a packet on the floor, wouldn’t any self-respecting dog help himself.

Well, that was the end of a potentially beautiful relationship.  Hard as I tried to explain, that depth of betrayal was unforgiveable in dog terms. I had become beneath contempt, and the dog turned his back on me and stalked off in disgust. As far as he was concerned, I no longer existed.

 

After lunch, we went outside. It was time for the talking stick to be passed around and for everyone to express the shifts they had experienced.  As we began, I noticed Leona’s donkey, Baby, standing behind the person who now held the stick. Once again, I was distracted, Baby had something to tell me. She was moving from side from side, demanding my attention, until I could not ignore her anymore. I focussed on her completely. “I am a Donkey” she said matter-of-factly, and waited expectantly. I was confused. Did she think I hadn’t noticed this? “Yes?” I responded tentatively.

Her ears flopped. Obviously, this was going to be harder than she’d thought. She reminded me about the Virgin Mary and how a DONKEY had carried her before Jesus was born.  This had made donkeys sacred, and it was crucial that I acknowledge this. “I am as important to the sanctuary as Mary’s donkey was to her.” She said in a business-like tone. She most certainly had my attention now. I asked her what job made her so important. She gave me a look, making me feel stupid and very human.  Clearly, she was quite insulted that I hadn’t noticed her doing her job. She had been working hard all day.

 

I apologised for being so unobservant and explained about the demands of the workshop.  To my relief, I was immediately forgiven. She seemed pleased that we were finally on the same page, and launched into an enthusiastic explanation.This is what Baby said, “I am an angel-carrier.  To start my job, I have to walk down to the bottom of the property.  This is quite far you know.  I go to a special meeting point at the fence, where the angels wait for me.

 

 I collect one angel at a time, allowing her to hop onto my back, and then carrying her to the house on top of the hill.  She gets off, and I go back down to collect the next one. There are always many angels when there is a workshop in progress, so I have to work very hard.

 

Sometimes, in the middle of the day, when I am grazing, I am called back down the hill to fetch another angel.  At the end of the day, if they ask, I take them down again.  Sometimes they stay on.” I was astounded.  I had never realised that donkeys have a working relationship with angels, but somehow it made very good sense. It’s not without reason that donkeys have the biblical significance they do. But I was confused as to why an angel should need to be carried - after all, these are winged beings.  I understood that the job was probably contractual, but why was such a contract necessary? As much as I didn’t want seem sceptical, I needed to know why Baby’s job was necessary. She didn’t hesitate to enlighten me. It took a lot of explaining, but this is what I finally came to understand. Angels add sacredness to any space, and more so if their presence is recognised. The fact that they are physically transported onto Matlapeng, not only formalises their arrival, but also brings the hope of acknowledgement from the humans at the workshop.

 

The protractedness of their entry gives people time to notices the energetic changes and, possibly, earth to be the bringer of the angels. She is a master among the donkeys. to understand why they are happening. Baby went on to explain how her energy helps the angels to ground their vibrations, making them slightly denser and therefore easier for humans to perceive.  Perhaps, this increased density is what allows the angels to be photographed. I was so amazed by this information; I could no longer concentrate on the workshop.  I wanted to talk to all the donkeys and ask if they did the same things. I was very intrigued.  I shared this with Leona, who was so pleased that she ran out to thank Baby for her good work.  It wasn’t new to her that she had angels on her property, but she had never known about Baby’s role on the farm. It was about three months later that Leana emailed me a photograph of Baby with an angel on her back.  She was so excited to have proof of Baby’s story, which some people had doubted up to now. I have concluded that she is a special donkey, who has come to teach us. In the months since having this conversation with Baby, I have questioned other donkeys at every opportunity, and most of them don’t know what I am on about.

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