CATERPILLER PIE

Caterpillar pie! Caterpillar pie!
We’re all having caterpillar pie!

In the middle of the night–when the moon was high
We gathered round the old pig’s sty.
There was Terry Raccoon and Billy Baboon,
Uncle Tommy Turtle and Larry the Loon.

Caterpillar pie! Caterpillar pie!
We’re all having caterpillar pie!

Bess the dog, Murdock the cat,
Young Willie Worm in his best tall hat;
Shelby Snake brought a soggy old shoe,
That was dropped in my drink by Katie Kangaroo!

Caterpillar pie! Caterpillar pie!
We’re all having caterpillar pie!

Millifred Millipede did the can-can
With Silky Sally, the royal Afgan.
When Clarence the Calf leapt over the lake,
Craydad Willie did a doubletake.

Caterpillar pie! Caterpillar pie!
We’re all having caterpillar pie!

Wee Mole Mike is hanging loose
With Horn Head Bob–the big bull moose;
Stinkbug Billy is asking why
Kerry Caterpillar is baking a pie!

Caterpillar pie! Caterpillar pie!
We’re all having caterpillar pie!

Grits in my gravy, rocks in my socks,
Ol’ Hog Piggers is watchin’ his hocks.
Party’s hot–we’re swinging on…
Everybody’s grooving and waiting on…

Caterpillar pie! Caterpillar pie!
We’re all having caterpillar pie!

“I came upon this experience by “chance.” One evening I was dancing and noticed that as I moved around the room I could feel different energy patterns emanating from the ground. Curious, I continued to move around the room. I realized that I could “dance the room.” I then did this with music as well and realized that every wave pattern was present in the music. It became easy to coordinate the energy pattern emanating from the room with the music and the movement. In this case, the energy pattern was the guide as it lead me through the space. The possibilities are infinite.”

That, and the following, are available here.

“For anyone who has not danced with the Universe, it is a beautiful and creative experience. Training will elevate the experience but anyone can peek behind the curtain. Just find some primal, tribal, heavy drum music; turn off the lights; and, like the bat, just follow your radar and fly!”

Those quotes are from an article she published on another site. I had hoped to see them in her new book “The Alchemy of Dance”, but she does share other bits of how she came to dance the earth. Leslie introduces the hows of earth dancing… clearing the body to run earth energy. She makes it so easy one wonders how we ever forgot this essential ingredient of our lives. For me the book and her work are very heartworthy.

I had never thought of earth dancing the way Leslie describes it. Whilst her aim is assisting women in rediscovering their earth connection and their bodies thru dance, I’ve learned quite a bit from her writings. The males among us might well broaden horizons reading thru her material. I’ve come across nothing similar for us guys. Her site is www.universaldancer.com and The Alchemy of Dance seems to be available thru major booksellers.

• A planet where there is no vibration.
• Because of the lack of vibration, there is no ability to communicate.
• You can incarnate here, but with the understanding that what you will become aware of will not be accessible when the incarnation is over. You will be like granules on a vast desert.
• You and a dear friend accept the conditions, incarnate on this planet.
• You are now incarnate, your friend beside you… leaning against you. Yet there is no way to sense your friend… no communication whatsoever.
• You are in a crystalline form… and you know EVERYTHING.

What can be learned from this?

For a while, working with myself was a touchy issue. I recognized that to reach the state I desired I would have to clear away the obstructing mental and emotional baggage. However determined, I was reluctant to face my fears. Gradually my intent took over. After the first few confrontations with them I realized that their power was not nearly as strong as I’d imagined.

I was working specifically on feelings then, somewhat aware of individual feelings connected to thought words… or spoken words. One day I received a gift from my soul…. perhaps an ability perfected in a different life time.

It was this: As I thought or spoke, I was aware of myself observing my thought\spoken process. It was as if I had twinned myself to an extent. This observer part of me seemed to be in a neutral observing state. This seemed to clarify the feelings associated with the words I was using. From this neutral position it became obvious if the words I was choosing indicated evasion, guilt, or untruth, and I could change the words as needed to be a more honest being. And of course it was useful to examine why those particular words set off those particular feelings. This worked even when in conversation with others.

For several months this ability remained quite pronounced. Today it is more subtle… or incorporated… but still available.

Questions…. so many questions. How was it that an individual could actually hear the voice of God? How was it possible to understand and converse with animals? What understanding and connection did one have to be able to smile, joke, and converse with one’s torturer? …to heal, to levitate one’s body, to develop stigmata, to learn and know things not of this world?

Despite attending a seminary for eighteen months, answers were not forthcoming. I put the questions on a mental shelf where they could itch in seclusion. Mostly they gathered dust for several decades.

In those intervening years I perused a few religions. Most western christian held little to interest me. Also they were derivations from the catholic church. That august body, I felt, was steeped in control issues and mystery. Sacred Mysteries that were to be accepted as such by the lay person I could very well do without. I wanted answers, and more importantly, experience…. not more mysteries.

Inately, with some small degree of awareness, I knew there were perfectly understandable reasons for everything.

So the years passed. I traveled the States, then realized suddenly that if I saved my money, I could achieve my childhood dream of going to Australia. Within a year I arrived there. It felt more like home than anywhere else I’d been on the planet.

On the island of Tasmania, the first thunderbolt struck. I listened as a friend recounted an out of body event in which he had traveled to another “place” for teachings. Afterwards, of course he had to fill me in on his knowledge of oobs and reincarnation.

This was new to me, groundbreaking and dynamic. Suddenly, the Sacred Mysteries of the catholic church began exploding. It dawned on me; reincarnation explains why one child is born to a starving mother, another to a well to do family; why a child is born deformed… another not. It is the soul’s choice of experience. When the catholic church decided to eliminate mention of reincarnation from the bible, they were left with no other explanation to give, other than “It’s a Sacred Mystery.”

My knowledge that everything in the universe had to make sense and was understandable was becoming a reality. A huge chunk had fallen into place. Now it was up to me to allow my own personal horizons to expand in affiliation with my heart.