8

Tremon

THE YOUNG MAN reached over and rubbed the belly of Buddha as he pushed the door of his father’s cabin open. At his desk his father was writing in his journal. Turning, he said, “Wow, am I glad to see you.” and stood up to embrace his son. “I have been on such a powerful journey, my son, I can’t wait to tell you what I found.” Ziggy, looking over his dad’s shoulder, knew what his father had found.  There next to his desk was a cabinet made of wood. On the shelves sat rows of small jars of golden nectar with a colorful silk scarf tied around each jar, starting with red on the bottom shelf and ending with violet on the top. He sat down in his favorite chair by the fireplace and waited as his father to prepare the tea. “I had a vision,” his father said, “in it I was told to go to the cave at the top of Tahquitz peak and there I would find the ‘soul of the world.’ You know me I’m always looking for the soul of the world, I had to go.” His father poured the tea and sat down with him. “On the way to the top of the mountain I met different people and animals who introduced me to the colored chakra healing honey you see on the shelves. Once in the cave I felt the presence of all of the good energy of the world. They told me I must do something.” He set his cup down. “They said I should build a large center and in that center I should gather all the knowledge that is in the world today about solutions to existing problems we and this planet now face. They called it a ‘Tool Shed’ and asked me to find the sharpest and best tools and place them at this location. They wanted to then give the people of this planet the opportunity to right the wrongs by sponsoring nation delegates that were being chosen by each country throughout the world to attend conferences on finding solutions to the environmental and health problems facing their homelands. We have a lot of work to do.” His father said. “First we must collect a list of all the organizations working on these problems.”

            The boy took from his pocket the worn and crumpled list the Orator had given him. “I think I have a good start on our list.” He handed it to his father who smiled as he noticed many of his friends on the list.

            “Where did you get this?”

            “It’s a long story for another day.”

            His father put the list on the coffee table in front of them and continued. “Next we must find a place where we can build this conference center. It must be a magical place where, when one is standing there, he can not help but feel he must preserve the planet.”

The boy stood up and grabbed a large blue tube he had placed by the front door. He pulled out a large canvas, rolled it out on the floor in front of them, saying, “I think I have found the place.”

His old man’s eyes welled up with tears as he looked at himself in the painting. Pointing to it he said.  “That is the waterfall and pool I saw in my vision.”

Together they stood in silence. The boy felt worthy of God’s greatest gifts: Armun, the “Corral De Aqua,” his father, H.E.A.L and his future. He knew it was simply because he now felt worthy of it all, that he had been given these treasures and then he knew for sure he had found his home.

Ziggy, Jr can be seen these days running around South America in a little red Chevy Bug delivering Organic Colored Chakra Healing Honeys to the H.E.A.L. stores.  Armun stays home with their child, Ziggy the Third.  Along with several of their friends they are preparing for the Fifth Annual Conference on Healing the Planet and Its Inhabitants that will be held at the convention center built by Ziggys father, Ziggy Sr. He died last year but not before spending several years living in Chile in the very yellow home of the little hippie woman, Florencia. They had made quite a team?Ziggy Senior, speaking very limited Spanish and she, a few words of English, but when they danced, Wow, it was magic! Ziggy Jr. and his family love visiting Florencia and rubbing the belly of the Buddha that stands at one side of the entrance to her home. They also give equal time to rubbing the Rewe that stands near the other side. In a great celebration at the 2009 conference, the young Ziggy told the audience about finding his mother in the eyes of a little girl (Tagan) born to his cousin Brianna.  He said he was now looking forward to his search for the eyes of his father and was awaiting the birth of Brianna’s sister Jessie‘s baby to see if he might find them there … knowing that someday he would see those eyes again, the same as in the painting hanging over his fireplace at his little cabin at the base of the “Corral De Aqua.”    

“Hold on to the family you do have but hold even tighter to the ones you’ve lost and keep your eyes open because they will be back. You just have to recognize them when they show up.”

What did you say? … Chevy doesn’t make a bug! They do now at a factory in Brazil, the country Chevy sponsor every year at the conference and with their help, before Ziggy Sr. died, they stopped the burning in the Amazon.

This will be the first year all countries will have sponsors and be represented at the conference. Ziggy Sr. had spent the last years of his life putting together the matches. He started with the most obvious: he thought Bono would sponsor Africa because of his Red Campaign, however, Oprah stepped forward before he had even asked. Some guy named Bruno, who thought the country had been named after him, had sponsored the last little county of Brunei. Ziggy Sr. and H.E.A.L. went ahead and took the responsibility for sponsorship of their new home, Chile.

Oh, and by the way, the bug Ziggy Jr. drives runs on water taken directly from the “Corral De Aqua”

The End and The Beginning.

Prelude

Over a period of fifteen days in eight settings I wrote this book. It was given to me at night in dreams and visions I received while living in my small cabin on the River located just south of the Mapuche stronghold of in Chile.

            I started H.E.A.L. (Heal Earth And Life) in early 2005 with HealCostaRica, the frustration I felt in watching my fellow man slowly destroy this jewel, motivated me to action. The hope I found in the little stories of healing along the way kept me moving. The energy I felt in my son and his friends passion for protecting and preserving this planet and its inhabitants fueled a deep burning desire to leave this life time knowing that the foot print I left was a green one. I learned through my own healing process that the strength, love and desire planted as a seed in my soul would grow if only I could find patches growing elsewhere. On this journey I have found those patches growing in the people I have surrounded myself with. I hope you will meet them, as you become a part of this book’s next chapters. This is why this story ends at the beginning, because as in the Rewe the books next chapters are what will happen in the future.

You can support H.E.A.L. by purchasing it’s line of Chakra Healing Honeys and many other products it will sell to help support the yearly virtual conferences on healing the planet and its inhabitants it will begin holding in early 2010. This means of support will be used until the real sponsors step forward and commit their support to pay for the country delegations that will be invited to these conferences year after year. You can be apart of this story by being or becoming one of the tools H.E.A.L. will showcase at the conference each year.

The book you are holding has been self published and paid for by me with 50% of the proceeds going directly to H.E.A.L and the conferences on healing the planet and it’s inhabitants we will be hosting at the new conference center at the base of the “Corral De Aqua.” There you may meet Eloy, Teddy, Luz Clara, Tom, Ranger Rick, Armun, Florencia, Humberto Tasso, Alexia, Leonardo, the Orator, Brianna, Tagan, Jessie, Kono, Traru and others you have read about in this book. If we are lucky we may even get a glimpse of the tail of Ruka Pallins horse as it dances in the moonlight in the waterfall above the “Corral De Aqua.”

Do You Believe in Magic?

Do You Believe in Manifestation? I do!

My Prayers:

Like me I am sure there have been those times in your life when you were discouraged. Like me I hope you come to realize those times of discontentment are only Gods way of holding back giving you your treasures until you are truly ready for them. I also hope and pray that through your love, light and kindness you will discover the real secret, that you are the most deserving person on this planet. I will rejoice in the knowledge that at the moment that happens you like me will be truly blessed.  

Love, Peace and Understanding

Ziggy 

I Love YOU!