Cosmic Wisdom

Ancient Studies

The Dance

A beautiful connection happens throughout the cosmos and has for billions of years.  At any one moment, the motion of pattern appears incomplete – mirroring the random and chaos that shows up in our daily lives.

Yet every 8 years a stunning, intricate, symmetrical geometric pattern emerges from the dance of the orbits of Venus and the Earth.  This is our UNIVERSE.

The orbits of Earth, shown in blue and Venus in orange –
interactive view of their celestial pattern over 8 years

Coming Soon...


Ancient History

Exploration of evolution for billions of years before humans inhabited earth.

Curiosity around tales of the Tree of Life, Mythology, lost cities and early civilizations.


The Search for the Meaning in the Sky.

How the interchange of the sun, moon, stars and celestial matter are inextricably intertwined with Mother Earth.

My Ancestry DNA

My Ancestry DNA results came in.
Just as I suspected, my great great grandfather
was a monarch butterfly.

Much of who I am is still wriggling under a stone.
I am part larva, but part hummingbird too.

There is dinosaur tar in my bone marrow.

My golden hair sprang out of a meadow in Palestine.

Genghis Khan is my fourth cousin,
but I didn’t get his dimples.

My loins are loaded with banyan seeds from Sri Lanka,
but I descended from Ravanna, not Ram.

My uncle is a mastodon.

There are traces of white people in my saliva.

3.7 billion years ago I swirled in golden dust,
dreaming of a planet overgrown with lingams and yonis.

More recently, say 60,000 B.C.
I walked on hairy paws across a land bridge
joining Sweden to Botswana.

I am the bastard of the sun and moon.

I can no longer hide my heritage of raindrops and cougar scat.

I am made of your grandmother’s tears.

You conquered rival tribesmen of your own color,
chained them together, marched them naked to the coast,
and sold them to colonials from Savannah.

I was that brother you sold, I was the slave trader,
I was the chain.

Admit it, you have wings, vast and golden,
like mine, like mine.

You have sweat, black and salty,
like mine, like mine.

You have secrets silently singing in your blood,
like mine, like mine.

Don’t pretend that earth is not one family.
Don’t pretend we never hung from the same branch.
Don’t pretend we don’t ripen on each other’s breath.
Don’t pretend we didn’t come here to forgive.

– Fred LaMotte

We are the representatives of the cosmos; we are an example of what hydrogen atoms can do, given 15 billion years of cosmic evolution.

And we resonate to these questions.

We start with the origin of every human being, and then the origin of our community, our nation, the human species, who our ancestors were and then the riddle of the origin of life.”

Carl Sagan