It is in the womb that the dream flows, takes form, growing into a form that is always flowing, formlessly.

It is in the womb that a single cell chooses to die a particle-thought form and surrender to the wave of evolution. It is in the womb that cells merge together, growing, manifesting a life that has thus only been dreamed of. It is in the womb that the womb itself looks upon itself and sees all of creation flowing and forming, formlessly. It was in this space of formlessness that I was invited to and journeyed to and within The Cradle of Humankind. Sterkfontein, Johannesburg, South Africa. "The name Cradle of Humankind reflects the fact that the site has produced a large number, as well as some of the oldest, hominid fossils ever found, some dating back as far as 3.5 million years ago. Sterkfontein alone has produced more than a third of early hominid fossils ever found." We are always drawn towards that which we observe resonance with. It is thus no co-incidence that I was invited here, to this place, in Africa, where it all began. The Cradle of Humankind. For months I have not slept, awake, awakening, dreaming and re-visiting the womb of the Earth Mother and the heart of the Universal Father. For millenia we have been not slept, and are simply awake to the dream of evolved reality. We dreamt of it before when we slithered and crawled and walked and flew. And we dream of it still. My dream is simple. Shakti awakens to Shiva within. The mother dances with us, in us. And as we gaze upon the trees and the rocks and the flowing water around and within, Shakti unites with Shiva. The polarities merge, rebirthing the New Earth. In Africa, where it all begins. As we stand as humans, within the ring of gold and the womb of the earth, we re-birth the collective consciousness that begins and ends and spirals endlessly in Africa's heart.

Inner Dance. Inner Word: Experience Sunday, 29th July, 2012, Woodlands Spa, The Cradle of Humankind It was, as all days are, a day of remembrance, of re-visiting the womb within, the womb of the Earth and re-writing the story of humankind. By simply going within, into the silent space that transcends time and illusion. The limitless space in which everything is already perfect. It was a day of relaxing, letting go, releasing and surrendering to truth. It was a day, of all days, in which all moments are one moment and in that moment, all there is, is love. All Contributions for this and other healing sessions received by Juanita manifest the Red classroom of the Indigo School at Maia Earth Village, Palawan, Philippines. The Red classroom is the space dedicated to the root chakra, the observation and experience of safety and security. The root chakra is also where we become attached to life and death as we think we know it and where we can surrender to life and death as we don't logically know it or ourselves. The process of remembering Who We Really Are, is also the process of letting go of limited thought forms. In truth, whilst we eat, work, make money, buy clothes, go on holidays to give ourselves a sense of freedom, place or self, we do not really need money, food or even breathe to create the grandest experience of ourselves. I gazed upon limitless beauty here at Woodlands and as the trees and the water and the Earth herself gave fully all that she is, I was not asked to give anything at all. I was not even asked to stop and look at the beauty before me, the beauty below me, the beauty under me, the beauty around me and essentially, the beauty within me. I was asked nothing and yet was compelled to look at everything. Feeling it all, in every cell, the rhythm of life, the breath within the breath, the birthing pains, the absolutely excruciating pain of giving birth the to the most beauty, inner and outer, all as one. So my African family and friends, I thank you. For all the moments you share with me, physical or metaphysical, in thought and especially in the

infinite heart space give birth to the Red Chakra of the Earth, looking within and seeing that it is just white light. I thank you for all that you are giving to me, through me to manifest the clear Red space in Maia's chakra school of colours. I thank you for all that you are giving freely and limitlessly. I thank you Mother Africa for surrendering to the fears of security, death and illusion itself to birth the greatest love. In the darkness, there is simply nothing to be afraid of. Everything we see, is just us. We are all mirrors of each other, of the truth within that we are simply awakening to, by remembering that which can never be forgotten. Who We Are is in everything we choose to really look at and see through eyes of love. I walk through this world, as I walk through all worlds, in awe. So much beauty. And so I surrender. I am here to love. To love, LOVE. And in this space of love, Africa's womb cried. The red that is closed wrenched itself open and looked at its deepest fears, in the Cradle of Humankind. And as we talked, and danced and breathed, we looked into the very moments that we chose to die and adapt. Skin, hair, bones all shifting yet coming from the same source. We spoke to the deepest fears within red. The fear of duality itself when perceived. The fear of letting go completely and being exposed The fear of opening up and being misunderstood. The fear of surrendering and experiencing loss. The fear of trusting and being abandoned. The fear of not being enough and not whole. The fear of not being present yet wanting to be. The fear of being seen in our essence and being judged. And simply by bringing it into observation in a small room, in a healing centre in the Cradle of Humankind, we spoke to this fear that resides in the cellular memory of humankind and the Earth itself. We spoke to the fear as we looked through it, seeing that this fear, like all fears is just love in

disguise. So we observed the truth within the fear that allowed itself to be observed without judgement, and thus it was transformed. It takes great courage to see ourselves and greater courage to look through the judgements we perceive in ourselves, and others, which is simply the same thing. For all that we see in another, is what we see in ourselves. To sit in the womb of the Earth and look through her fear and remind her of her beauty is a blessing and a gift, an honour and a treasure to be shared with each cell, each strand of DNA and each molecule that was present in the small room and equally present in every universe and every dimension of the Reality of Oneness. It takes the most courage to bring into observation the deepest fears, simply by allowing it to manifest, by setting intentions for it to clear and by asking the questions that open any closed system of interpreted and perceived duality. It is the observation of the observations themselves that allow perception to be transcended and the non-linear reality of the Universe to be observed. It takes the most courage to surrender ones fears, sorrows, judgements and even ones perceptions of self to the compost heap that returns it all to its essence.These perceptions are just leaves that are dead yet still attached to the stalk, thus consuming energy. And by looking at them, we allow them to be let go of, to fall into the earth, returning to the soil, the air, the sunlight and the water that allows the energy within the dying process to birth the most life. Our fears are the fuel within the evolutionary process. The more we observe them, the more we transform the darkness into light. Darkness that builds fences and security wires. Darkness that separates hair colour and skin tone. Darkness that values the material over the spirit within. Darkness that fears itself.

And in the redness of Africa, we begin to see that we are the darkness that we ourselves have feared. Everything we see in the darkness, is what we see in ourselves. For there is no separation and there never has been. And as I walk through this land that called me to it, I look upon each face, eye, each smile that sees me here and remember how we have done it all before. For we have. Many, many, many times, as many as the grains of sand and drops of water and bubbles of air. As many as the cells that merge together to form trees and leaves, and bones and blood. As many as the matter that manifest to form planets and moons, lakes and streams. As many as the faces that swim in the humankind and the names that echo in the space within and the around the Earth. That which we observe, we create. So as I gaze upon Africas fears, I hear the fears of the Earth Mother and tell her in the silent spaces inside the cells and molecules. Mother, you are the most beautiful. Inside your womb is the most beauty that surrenders to the most darkness simply to convert to light. It is in the womb that the mother accepts that her fears is what she has been birthing and chooses to allow them to dissipate. It is in the womb that the attachment to form transforms into detachment leading to new life, the conception of an evolved creation. It is in this womb, The Cradle of Humankind, the womb of light and love that the womb itself looks upon itself and sees all of creation flowing and forming, formlessly.