My Dad Holding Tiaan When He Was Young

Where did that little boy go? I loved my baby so!
Today he speaks in a gruff voice and makes a
different kind of noise - I remember his sweet
toddler years so much and I did not get enough

Please bring them back, give me another lap
round the time track - I am still in need of a hug
and a kiss of that sweet baby mouth...

My Sister Has A Red Scooter...

My Sister has a red scooter, but she wants a Scrambler
a Scrambler for sale anyone? She needs it real soon
because lack of speed is getting her down!

Why Can't I Do What I Have To Do?

The sun is always blinding in sunny South Africa
I always look through scrunched-up eyes and
present a borad smile to make up for the fact
that I'm out of step with reality - at work I can
only focus on love poetry; at home I can translate
Swiss Mission Bulletins - shouldn't it have been
the other way around? Why can't I ever do what
I have to do at the time it should be done? I should
be fusillated by the Scorpions - oh wait, no fear of
that, they will be dismantled - boy, am I glad!

The real Motorbike - Symphony in Blue

Finally a photograph of Gerhard's motorbike to replace the one I got from the Internet -
and what a blue beauty!
Oh, for the open road, to blast away at full speed, feeling free, enjoying the sensation of wind and speed in combination...

Spoke the Happy Ice Princess:

For some strange, unfathomable reason,
your reply gave me goosebumps, it is so
touching and wonderful: I can hear and
feel and see a beautiful, understanding,
warm resonant voice talking to me, I am
so thrilled at your answer, at the soothing,
uplifting effect, at the total joy
created in my heart!

How my heart is melting when I read his words,
when he makes me want to cup his face also,
make his eyes shine in delight, make his lips
turn up in joyous laughter and fill his heart
with so much happiness, there won’t be
any room left for anything negative
ever again!”

Art Multidimensional, Free And Elemental

Being a Creator in a Multidimensional Reality of
Reincarnational Existences and Probable Realities,
instead of using paints, pigments, words and musical
notes, experimenting with Dimensions of Actuality

Imparting knowledge in a non-physical formation,
manipulating Time - like an artist working with
pigments, but gathering Space together in
different ways, using Time as a structure

Mixing Space and Time, creating Beauty impinging upon
Dimensions of Reality creating an Art Multidimensional,
Free and Elemental, appearing simultaneously
in our Physical System

And several other Probable Realities also…


Paraphrased from Jane Roberts “Seth Speaks” p.196-197

Mental Exercise

Look into empty places,
listen within silences,
think of molecules
within every inch
of empty space

Beneath waking
consciousness we are
focused within other realities
while we are constantly reacting
to unconscious stimuli

Events are materialized
experiences formed by us
in accordance with our beliefs
and expectations; after death these
events may be re-experienced without
being a participating consciousness
joining the mass hallucinated
existences formed by our
contemporaries –

Re-experiencing
the same events
as a mental
and psychic
exercise...

Paraphrased from Jane Roberts “Seth Speaks” p.167-8

In Our Dreams

The most encouraging news is: we are already
familiar with all the conditions we shall meet
after death; where unlimited variations of
experience are open to everyone, possibilities
all being probabilities to a higher or lesser degree

We have three choices: – one, birth for another
life on earth; – two, rehashing our past life and
creating variations on all events; – three, entering
a different probability system, leaving behind
time continuity, my favourite – experiencing
events intuitively where

Organization is provided by associations, making
choices from a mid-plane of existence, an in-between
stage of relative indecision; during a period of self-
examination where we shall meet our other selves,
a time for study and comprehension, offering
commerce between various systems – where
we have been often already – in our dreams…

Paraphrased from Jane Roberts “Seth Speaks” p.174-7

Innovative Initiative Reign Supreme

New creation of a completely
new probable reality that
is not dangerous and
threatening

A new direction down the
trousers of time where
new possibilities are
created, innovative
initiative reign
supreme

Alternative Self-Created Reality

Isn’t that part and parcel
of an alternative self-
created reality,
characters may speak
their deepest dreams
and the highest visions
of the co-writers?

Just because we have not
been able to create such
relationships on earth
does not mean we cannot
visualize them and try
them out in a thought-
construct

Entering into its
ramifications and
implications and
see what new realities
can be created?

I read with bated breath
enjoying the new ideas and
emotions – don’t you think
this is a valid part of
experimenting with
alternative
realities?

Fire Shall Burn In Our Hearts

The fire shall yet
burn in our hearts
and ignite us into
a new happiness and
joy that will lift
us above common humanity
with their pessimism
and depression
making us soar in a
new creation, allowing us
to live the motto:
LIFE is supposed
to be FUN!

Am looking forward to
the new probability
in the multiverse,
I am happy in the
anticipation!

Most Beautiful Riddle That Ever Was

How did you develop this
sensitivity and imagination?
How did you acquire the
ability to enter a Dreamworld
and not only understand it,
but interact in a masterful way?
It must be a miracle!

And how did you manage to appear
in my life and change the
loneliness and fear into
such delightful interaction?

I don’t understand, and
I love mysteries –
so I love this riddle!
The most beautiful riddle
that ever was…

A Fast Blue Suzuki

With a fast blue Suzuki, speeding in the wind
I never knew such elation, now I'm addicted
and need to speed again, I feel like my heart
is bursting when Gerhard throttles it and we
jump forwards, into the wind, while my mind
stays behind, all troubles and sorrows are gone
with the wind, all becomes sensation and feeling,
emotion and dreams - I have fallen in love with
your bike and the sensation of speed into the
wind - this is what life is all about!

The Ice Castle...

The Ice Princess loves her lovely ice Castle, it towers and spires
fashing in the icy sunlight, all a special sight...

Sing Again To A Captive Audience

Last night I couldn’t sleep with
swollen eyes today, but I can’t
lie down and hide from life all
bubbling with excitement,
calling me

We went down to the library
to obtain a formal paper, I
asked for an operetta and
oh, beautiful delight, the
official did produce

My Princess Rosalinde, only thing
between it and me being copyright
protection, once obtained the text
is mine, every song therein, the
fairies dancing to the tune

Of Offenbach’s Barcarolle and Mozart’s
elfin song, the gypsies drinking in the
forest; threatening to steal the ancient
manuscript earned me a strict rebuke,
but singing the aria

“Think Of Me” from Phantom of the
Opera made amends with eyes
lighting up and kindness in the
disposition, I’ll be back with
the required authorization

To copy the whole play and
sing again to a captive
audience…

Living In Highest Mythological Gear

I love striking, irresistible titles, or faced with
unique comments, I wish to find out how
the speaker’s poems are phrased

Riddles send me soaring when I misinterpret in
a positive way; a glorious experience; and into
deep despair when read too subjectively

I love a poetic song reflecting feelings in a minor
key while creating a bittersweet melody in a
shimmering haze of impressionism

Also I adore romantic science fiction stories
or poems elevating everyday events into the
the sublime realms of mythological lore

Wishing you a great poetic life, living in
the highest mythological gear and
legendary acceleration!

And My Granny Took Care Of Us...

In 1995 with Tiaan, 3 months old; my granny,
children five were we, and she took care of us
all...

A Shotokan Pose

When criminals see me, they flee
a Shotokan pose lends an aura
of danger - beware, when I come
into view with my dangerous stride
you have to hide your criminal
mind and bide your time to escape
the laser in my eye -
I am bionic woman with a bionic life,
several probable selves in several
probable universes!

Poetry With a Musical Melody

My mother is music, my father poetry
mother always played and sang to me
of fairies and prayer and love

My father told me stories of magical castles
and robbers and princes and castles and things
with his dreams so alive, so wonderful

I rhyme my father's words to the musical tune
that mother's songs composed in my heart
I wish that one day together they will find a way

To marry love's poetry with a musical melody
they both speak and sing of love so much, but
there is no love for my father in what mother does!

I am a Singing Dreamer

Do you also feel that childhood and youth with its fears and restrictions and discipline made you feel old and now we are older, the years have brought freedom of choice and self-confidence? Wonderful, isn't it, to be absolutely single-mindedly focused on one's own ideals and dreams without reference to all the arbiters that made life hell!

I am not a poet. I am a philosopher with a love for music and with the need to make music through languages since I never mastered a musical instrument - but love singing, and words sing. I don't want to become anything, I am already a Dreamer and that is enough. I write because I want to listen to the words sing and consign my feelings and ideas to those singing words and see what they will create to reflect the unsayable back to me.

I am not a writer, I am a Reader and Thinker who write in the process of reading and thinking; and I am glad when other readers find in value in some of what comes out of that. I am delighted when others read something that strikes a cord with them. My work is primarily a reflection of the thinking process and a means of surviving the overpowering feelings unleashed by the many thoughts.

I don't write with an eye to what people wish to read - I write down what I want to remember for eternity - and poetic, lyrical formulation makes memorisation so much easier and enjoyable. I want to take my sun-poems into eternity as living testimonies of how much I loved the sun, as perfect sun-gems. Posting to the Internet is a means of sharing the beauty I see duty-free and without obligation - so it is wonderful.

Comments let me know that others share the same experiences and feelings and are a wonderful means of communication.

Interpreting Course Stellenbosch 2005

My colleagues - Siyanda and Cindy and I
and another interpreter at the back
doing an interpreting course at the
university of Stellenbosch - it was
wonderful - the best of memories
something to cherish - forever!

An bhfuil tú damhsa liom?

gráím thú,
adhraím thú,
Tá mo chroí istigh ionat,
Tiocfaidh ár lá,
Neart, Grá agus Onóir,
gráím thú,
adhraím thú
An bhfuil tú damhsa liom?
A chuisle mo chroi,
Tá mo chroí istigh ionat,
Tiocfaidh ár lá,
Neart, Grá agus Onóir,
gráím thú,
adhraím thú

Winter's Day

The cold day outside is a reflection of
the coldness in my heart, I cannot
reach Dad, I cannot reach anyone,
I fell into the black hole in my mind

Now I'm gone, all that's left is a cold
hard emptiness where I should have
been, nothing else, all is ropes tying
up pain, oh, for the release

for playing the game of loving life,
forgetting the name of the things
that tie me up with invisible strands
of burning remembrance

Flights of shame...

Professor Pieter DuPlessis

Professor Pieter DuPlessis who lectures in Philosophy
introducing us to the magic of the question of Why is
there something instead of nothing? - and playing us
a song - "He's a real Nowhere man, sitting in his
nowhere land"- and showing us Peanuts - Charlie
Brown comic strips - he and Dr Pauw, who told us
jokes to break the tedium of the medium of boring
lectures - really made my first year at varsity
such a wonderful experience!

May I Presume?

My sister and I, once again in her usual pose
an arm around me as if she is ready to fend
off all danger - or may I presume - I am
offering her some support to remain
upright - who'll ever know whether
it was really so?

I don't Know Why

The twins, this time me on the right, sitting up
my sister lying down on the left, smiling this
time... for a change, it seems like I am taking
care of my sister - it usually seems to be the
other way round, I don't know why...

Children Five and Twins

Children five were we, on top with my Dad

Conan, the Barbarian, my Gypsy brother

laughing at him, on the left me, smiling, on

the right my sister, the peppery-tongued

Duchess, in front my youngest brother,

Tom Thumb, cut off on the right, my

other brother, Peter Pan, who left to

live in Neverland, while I opted to go

to Wonderland...

Underneath, my grandma with the twins

my sister and I - I am on the left, once

again, mouth wide open - noisy as

I am still today, and my sister in

wide-eyed wonder at the big,

strange world...

A Quantum Princess is Dreaming Tonight

Her mind has taken flight to the King of the North
a quantum King, a Tachyon-Lord, a perfect King of the Night
in her thoughts she has become the Queen of the Dawn
who has sworn eternal allegiance and faith to the noble mien
of her hero, her King of the Night, King of the North, Lord Tachyon.

The Lessons Alice Learnt

Dear King, herewith notes with illustrations from Alice's notebooks:

Wilcock Ascension
http://ascension2000.com/Shift-of-the-Ages/shift03.htm

- - Even though there are many fine gradations of energy levels, all resolve into seven major densities, the “true color” densities. This follows the same basic “harmonic” rules that form the structures of music.
- - Vibration of the fluidlike energy source forms these densities. The same basic rules of vibration are also responsible for the 7-fold color spectrum of visible light and the 7-tone octave of the “Diatonic” scale, which we can hear with the white keys of the piano.

Ice Princess Lost in Intergalactic Space

The Ice Princess is doing her best
to get a message through to you
but she has gone and lost her way
amongst the stars in Intergalactic
Space - she has no redress, she
wanted to return once more to the
wonderful king of the North, laden
with new information - but somehow
could not make it back - suddenly
she realised that the One-Eyed Troll
Interpol had waylaid her; he found
her where she was wandering in space
gathering titbits of amazing information
on behalf of the King of the North;
and she found as he incarcerated her
her heart had turned to ice; she was
scared to death; how was she going to
return again to her favourite safe place
with the king of the North - inside his
mind? She sent a telepathic message to Alice
to let the King know: The Ice Princess
is lost in Intergalactic Space; she has
been kidnapped by the Troll Interpol;
would you please come and save her from
her incarceration in his Despairing Tower
where coldness is threatening to overpower her?
One warm embrace, one hot kiss, to melt the fear
that keeps her powerless; one warm message;
one promise of release - to melt the ice
that is overpowering her; to take out the
shard of glass that is lodged in her heart,
as she was pierced by fear; please come
your self or send a missive of hope against
the despair that overpowers the prisoner in
despairing tower so far from home and hearth;
she is frozen and stiff in her loneliness;
she is scared of the quiet and emptiness
of outer space; she knows this world is but
an illusion; but in her confusion she cannot
find the truth behind the cold appearance of
utter desolation and desperation; please come
quick or send help to her; to be in the clutches
of the Troll Interpol is no fun; there is no hope
alone in intergalactic space where the race
to remain sane in the overpowering majesty of
velvet emptiness is on; the Ice Princess is
not allowed to open her magic books or look on
the Internet; she must rely on herself and is
growing colder still; please help dear King
- if you will!

WORLD CUP FINAL ECSTACY

I feel like a bundle of energy, running around
like ball lightning, my cherished newspaper
under the arm; setting afire each open heart
I find; my African friends laugh and sing with me

We chant the praises of Mr Mbeki; we feel invincible
in being so happy – only calm and boring reactions
come from world-weary Europeans; but I brush them
aside, I cannot abide their inability

to feel adrenaline and dance and jump for joy;
I’m a world champion, my rugby team’s victory
made me so; I can’t slow down to look at boring
humanity, I am living life in highest gear

The greater our diversity, the merrier we are; the
bigger our problems, the greater the challenges;
the more exciting life; there is no more exciting place
for me to be than here amongst the

Many-coloured, variously-spiced divergent cultures of
South Africa – I cannot see problems of any kind, my
eyes are blinded by stars everywhere; it is so nice to
know we can go this far; even better to suspect

We can go so much further still – in spite of constraints,
colour quotas and representative numbers, in spite of
threats of their passports being taken away; our valiant
young men went off to war against

The world’s best war machines – and they won so valiantly,
they did it for me personally, for everyone with the brawn
and the guts to bathe in their glory and ride the wave of victory
with them, losing brings the perspective that winning
a world cup doesn’t mean much

But winning brings the insight that winning a world
cup is the most important event on earth! I am bubbling
around, I’m going to drink in the fun till I’m drowned…

Flying High in the Sky...

And here the fairy is flying high in the sky, happy with the universe~

Alice Wandering in Wonderland

Dear King, Alice is wandering happily in Wonderland!

Fairy Flying

Dear King, The slides are rather dark - but hark - a fairy flying over there!

Cinderella's Coach In Ice

Then see in your mind's eye: The Ice Princess driving off in a snow coach!

Lovely Fairy Picture!

Indeed delicious to see fairies everywhere...

Beautiful Fairy Slideshow

Dear King
Fairies everywhere - some in my office, some in my book and some on my computer - I have this fairy slideshow on my computer!

Ice Princess Crystal Fantasy

Dear King, A Crystal Fantasy from the Land of the ice Princess!

Nici Last Year, 2007, first year in high-school

When the girls have domestic science class, they have to wear a lovely white uniform - just like real cooks!

Claire Spector Ballerina

Dear King
The Ice Princess loves this picture of Claire Spector and imagine in her thoughs that she is twirling in just the same way!

More Fairies On Faxes

And the crocodile couldn't stop from pasting fairies everywhere!

Fax Forms With Fairies 1997

Dear King
In 1997 the crocodile worked for State Language Services and pasted fairies on her official fax forms for additional oomph - this did not go down well with the official translators with the Department - the crocodile does not know why...

Faculty Meeting 1984

Dear King

In 1984 the crocodile was a junior lecturer at the Rand Afrikaans University and had to attend boring faculty meetings. In order to survive and make the time pass, the crocodile made drawings for teh chairman (sitting with folded arms and looking bored), profesor duPlessis talking (at the top), the head of a lecturer jsut in front of the crocodile (third head clockwise) and another faculty member with his head in front of his face - below - yodellee!

astrological ages

Dear King
Alice played with these maps of the astrological ages.

Ice Princess In Winter Wonderland

Isn't the world of the Ice Princess simply beautiful?

My Twin Sister

My twin sister Elreza - glad to see you here, sis!

Alice, Notes, Colour and Form

Alice made notes when she read the book by David Wilcock "Divine Cosmos" and made drawings to illustrate his theories on the relationship between pitch, colour and form.

Omni - Handwritten Notes

Dear King, Alice made handwritten notes of books she loves and pasted her favourite pictures and carries them with her all the time so she can lift her spirits as soon as they sink!