1 cat, 1 rabbit & 1 duck in perfect harmony

a kitten that is in love with a rabbit and a duck that loves them both. I recorded this in Malta today :)

I was privileged to be there

We walked through the labyrinth
In search of the sacred stone within our hearts
Holding hands - we sang and celebrated Life
We descended deep into the Oracle hole
Humming Aum with digerie-doo
We got lost in each others’ eyes – many, many times
All of us – worshipers of Her Might
We entered Her channels
To learn & to experience to Be
All became One for a very brief moment
That will stay with us – for eternity
Of sacredness, of holiness, of bliss

Malta – St. Paul’s virtual 21st century abode

'After we had reached safety, we then learned that the island was called Malta. ' Apostle Paul

Since the time of the shipwreck of Apostle Paul to this little island, the islanders of Malta have faithfully abandoned, abused, abolished and abdicated the word ‘sex’ from their dinner table discussions, magazines, dictionaries, school syllabuses, official documents, papers, anything written or spoken – and the only place where the Unmentionable was still present was in the islanders’ minds and subconscious gibberish and swear-words that stayed inaccessible to the watchful eyes of Paul and Paul’s followers.

Nearly 2,000 years later, after Paul’s shipwreck, Malta is still the only place in Europe where divorce is NOT legal. At the time when European public has seen the legalisation of gay marriage and is listening to the innovative suggestion of Gabriele Pauli, a German MP, who proposes legalising an institution of ‘expire-able marriage’ that needs to be renewed every 7 years, Malta still does not allow divorce. No matter what is your free will, no matter what the circumstances are, no matter how much couples might hate each other, no matter what religion you are, if you are a Maltese and you are married, your marriage will be legally forced upon you.

Uncovering layer by layer of Maltese life-style, and legal frame-works, an observer would be further shocked to learn that in the 21st century, ‘sex’ still did not manage to win its rightful place within the archaic mind-set of the islanders in power. Pornography is illegal in Malta, and a photo of a mother breast-feeding posing for an advert still raises a lot of eye-brows, because exposing a tit to a public eye is unheard of on this beautiful rock. Sun-bathing topless is an illegal offence, and if a girl is caught without her swimming suit on, she can be put in prison. Nude bathing is a privilege of the few that have their own boats and that can hide from the eyes of many. Hence if anybody even tries to sun-bathe nude, finding an isolated place in the middle of nowhere, s/he will be haunted by old ladies that will promptly descend from heavens to remind one that our bodies are sinful and shameful and should not in any way be exposed – especially not in front of the children!

Six months ago the Maltese Church & a Government Organisation ran a marketing campaign (with huge bill-boards, adverts in the newspapers, and TV) that lasted 3-4 months in which they tried to convince the youth that the healthiest and the best way to live their lives is to stay VIRGINS until they get married. They dug out dubious statistics and had interviews with doctors, scientists, philosophers that claimed that the true happiness will follow only if one preserves his or her sexual organ until the big day of the marriage. And they were serious about it!

Malta, that entered EU 3 years ago, still has almost 30% of its primary schools run by priests and nuns that are sweet and devoted creatures that truly believe that anything connected to sexual organs must be the devil’s work and an unmentionable sin. 30% of the primary schools on this amazing island are still run on the principles that boys and girls should go into different schools and should not under any circumstances mix.

Even though Paul’s teachings have sensibly been exiled from most of the Europeans schools and homes, Malta still remained his 21st century abode - the fort of faith that disrespects & disregards sexuality in all its manifestations and forms. His words ‘The body is not to be used for sexual immorality…’ keep echoing through all the structures of Malta’s unshakable fortifications.

every child counts and must be respected and defended

My beloved Dun George
Moves swiftly through the crowds
With a smile of the enlightened few
and says - every singe child, but every single one - counts...

While we all strugle with our little unimportant Self-s
He runs mind-boggling number of projects

Thousands are fed and educated in his 160 homes
In Brazil, in Kenya and in Ethiopia

With sparkling eyes, he goes around saying:
-Nobody’s child but everybody’s children-
and taps my hand gently
bringing the air of inspiration and love

Thousands helped by this gentle-man...

Written in his diary while he was in Ethiopia:
I met a sad young boy, next to a grave, and when I asked him who lays there he answered: 'Baba a che nindo oko kacha': My father slept here, but he never woke up again!
http://maltamissionarymovement.com/

Simon Vella

A journey through psychedelic sounds

under the Valletta moon

with Simon Vella and fair trade fighters

of this little amazing rock

A free spirit I grew to admire

gave me - once again - a sense of

emotions, passion, rhythm

to teach me that...

The male beats need to be ordered

and female chaos exagerated

both purified in their strength

to be merged in perfection, we call Harmony

This is Malta

I saw a man falling off the pavement
this morning
He couldn’t stand up and he cried
for help
In a matter of 10 seconds
While I was driving past
Three cars stopped and six people
Were running to help him
With an expression of
worry,
compassion,
emergency
As though this was their grand-pa…

Worshiping Goddess in Malta

‘Maybe they were placed as a great mystery to keep people focused on the mysterious.’ (a great quote - I think from Dr. Anton Mifsud)

The Hypogeum, a city of the dead, invited me in, some months ago, and today I want to tell you its story. It is an underground temple that for 1,000s of years, housed around 30,000 departed.

Built more than 5,000 years ago, by an unknown civilisation, this underground marvel consists of halls, chambers and passages, carved within the living rock, and it is huge, it covers some 500m². It was discovered accidentally in 1902, once somebody building a house atop stumbled upon this Neolithic treasure.

In the same way as the womb of the Goddess opens within the temples above the ground, so that you can enter it and emerge through it, on to the other side, re-born, this underground shrine opens its womb to take you in. The chambers are linked and intricately woven within this Sacred Space with many rooms, doorways, passageways, and they invite you into the snake-like stir, before a complete standstill, before you are allowed to enter the land of silence, darkness and stillness from where we all came from.

The Holy of Holies, the Main Chamber, stands at its core. In its shape it mimics the interior of the temples above the ground, built in the same period, as though its solo purpose is to be a mirror expression of another Life cycle.

The main chamber was coloured with red ochre, the colour of blood - the colour of the life stream - and it still echoes this redness. It is in this room that the archaeologists discovered the statuette of the sleeping lady. This huge peaceful woman, made of limestone, invites you to the land of dead, taking you in, through the gates of all-time-utterly familiar state, the state of dreamless sleep. The lady lies on her right side in a yoga position recommended in Tibetan Buddhism as a pose for dieing - with her right hand under her head. Through the dreamless sleep she takes us into the Goddess’s dreams, leading us through the paths of after-life separation from all we’ve known to the entrance of a new world. She lets us die to get reborn again within the wisdom of Her Eternal Stillness.

The next room is called Oracle and its shape is rectangular and within its walls it hides a secret of High Priests of the unknown civilisation. It hides a hole through which a man's voice echoes, amplified, resounding throughout all the other caves. The ceiling of this room is elaborately painted with red spirals repeating to the generations to come messages of cyclical existence.
Within these chambers, the dead were buried in the crouching foetus position as though their bodies are brought back to the womb. A woman buried with her baby in her arms, a boy with his puppy - are all laid with the same care.

A chamber after chamber after chamber, going through this maze, I remembered the story that was written on these walls a century ago with tears of 30 lost children’s mothers’. One of these burial chambers hides a passageway that continues deep into unexplored caverns beyond. It is believed that once upon a time one could walk through the labyrinths and caves from one end of Malta to the catacombs in Rome (this might even be true because the Mediterranean Sea was created after the Neolithic times). In 1940, thirty school children and their teacher on their study tour got lost within the underground passageways of the Hypogeum. The lost children passed through the burial chamber, and a wall collapsed, so that they couldn’t go back. Unwisely, they decided to continue their journey through the passageways hoping to find an exit. Search parties were never able to locate any trace of them. Grieving mothers claimed that for days they could hear their children crying and screaming from under the earth.

Another story narrated at about the same time by an employee of the British Embassy, gives these chambers an aura of a science-fiction movie. She claimed that she crawled through one of the Hypogeum passageways and saw a procession of tall humanoids with white hair covering their bodies from head to toes. Sensing her, these creatures turned towards her lifting their palms sending a strong wind in her direction. At this point she escaped the passageway only to return to the empty room some months later.

Leaving the science-fiction aside both underground and above ground temples are a mystery in its-own right.

A thousand years before the Egyptian pyramids, and four thousand years before Buddha or Christ, a civilization existed that is neither recorded in the Bible nor described in the hieroglyphics of an Egyptian tomb. They left behind twenty five so-far-discovered above the ground temples built with the stones measuring up to 18 meters in height and weighing more than 50 tones.

Having so many temples in such a small space suggests that Malta was a place of pilgrimage and a worshiping centre in early times. I can almost see people from all over the world coming for help, or for spiritual union with the Goddess in all her forms: a young woman sleeping on the stone floor of the Temple to get in touch with her dead lover; silhouettes of people dancing or chanting hypnotically praying for the better crops; circles of bodies, opening like a flower to absorb the healing energy; secluded individuals & priests meditating invoking Her Energies; a pregnant women spending time in the Hypogeum so that the spirit of the dead may protect her new-born; a priest sacrificing animals or fruit worshiping the earth with its manifestations.

The spirals painted in red ochre or carved on the walls reflect the respect for the different expressions of Goddess, for the cycle of life and death, winter and summer, destruction and regeneration.

To live, they did not need weapons (at least we found no trace of them), but many, many worshiping centres, to bury their dead, they carved within the rocks the underground replicas of the above-ground shrines, performed rituals respecting the stages of the after-life, allowing their dead to ‘rest in peace’ in a familiar Goddess’s abode.

All the megalithic Maltese temples and people were hidden, forgotten and ignored for many thousands of years. And yet, this mysterious and advanced civilisation could have been the cradle of all the known civilizations.

Tribali

Tribal Tribali
Dancing
Moving into Space
Rhythm of the night
Touching our core
Going deep down
Where all the beginnings lie
Subtle
Strong
Intuitive
Magical
They gave us themselves
We became a part
Of Love

http://www.tribalimusic.com/

For Marguerite

Our Lady was watching us
From the distant Church
Sea behind Her
Painting the most amazing Blue

Come, She said, let me give you
The secret of your Dreams
The magic of Now

With your eyes closed
Holding a safe hand
Discover in a glimpse
How beautiful
A flower
Can be

A tiny, tiny one
With its intricate textures
With its intricate shades
With its intricate scents
Looked out from a crack
Born between two rocks

If I have passed it
As usual
Blind-folded
With my thoughts, feelings, and worries
I would not have even noticed
Its little intention to reach perfection
for Life, for Beauty, for God