Why Hope Peace Chamber?

The vibration of Peace is growing on Earth. One demonstration of this is the escalation of war and suffering. The old consciousness that believes it is separate from Divine, and believes its suffering is caused by other human beings, asserts itself vigorously as it perceives the ascending vibration. You may have seen this in your own life as old habits that no longer serve tend to put up a fight when you make a decision to change. The period of integrating transformation can be most challenging. So it is on a global scale.

We who live in relative peace, freedom, and affluence have a divine response-ability to expand Peace on behalf of all. There are so many ways we can act on this mission, and our spiritual, religious, cultural, and local diversity will inform us of the way that feels good to us.

In all ways, the journey of Peace begins within. The decision we make to experience inner peace leads to creating Peace locally with family and community. Inevitably local peace expands to global peace through prayer and simple acts of kindness to our fellow creatures of all species, including humans.

Grandfather Joseph Rael
tells us that the war gods have been returned to the dimension whence they came. In due time, the Consciousness of human beings will wake up to this fact and the vibration of Peace will prevail over the vibration of war. He received the vision of Peace Chambers to plant the Seed of Peace in many places around the world. People of all faiths come together in the Peace Chambers to accelerate Peace through chanting, prayer, ceremony, and healing. The Peace Chambers teach us about Peace.

Dedicated individuals and communities around the world have answered the call to build a Peace Chamber on their land. These people are Peace Chamber parents, for the Peace Chamber is like a child, born in innocence, and still remembering its unbroken connection to Divine. As it takes a village to raise a child, so it takes a village to raise a Peace Chamber. In these times, it takes a global village.

Hope Peace Chamber
connects with all other Peace Chambers on earth, past, present and future. This easternmost Peace Chamber in North America connects the Peace Chambers of the New World with those in Europe. The waters of the ocean carry the vibration beyond the 250 mile radius to the Peace Chambers in the United Kingdom. We also share a special energy link with our sister Peace Chamber at the Seven Circles Center for Planetary Peace in Malden, Australia, joining our vibrations through the Center of the Earth.

Each new Peace Chamber that builds into physical form amplifies the vibration of ALL Peace Chambers individually and collectively. Therefore Hope Peace Ceremonies supports the building and maintenance of new and existing Peace Chambers.

At this time, our response-ability belongs to Hope Peace Chamber to see it born in physical form on the land in Hope, Maine. Hope Peace Chamber anchors the Vibration of Peace in this power vortex that is Maine. The land at Hope Peace Ceremonies has been prepared for 10 years with ceremony to receive this chamber. We invite you to join with us and contribute to the costs of the cordwood and cob natural structure we are making to house Hope Peace Chamber.

Some ways you can connect with Peace Chambers to bring the vibration of Peace to your life, your community, and your planet:

--Read Grandfather Joseph Rael’s books to learn about Peace Chambers, the Land, Ceremony and Vibration.
--Light a candle or make a fire on the 7th of each month at 7pm to connect with Peace Chambers who make the Fire Ceremony for the Oceans.
--Chant the vowel sounds Ah-Eh-EE-OH-OO. Grandfather’s books give many ideas for chanting.
--Find a Peace Chamber near you and if they have public ceremony, consider participating.
--Donate to the building of Hope Peace Chamber.
--Perhaps you feel called to build a Peace Chamber yourself. If the Peace Chamber calls you, read Grandfather Joseph’s book Being and Vibration and go ahead. Contact me and I’ll direct you to the International Peace Chamber coordinator for advice.

Thank you for your commitment and decision for Peace which you demonstrate by reading this article. You are welcome to become a Mission Partner with Hope Peace Ceremonies for the building of Hope Peace Chamber.


The Rapture of Water

Today I completed a commitment to swim in natural water every day in September. Summer in Maine this year was uncharacteristically hot and dry. I enjoyed swimming as I have not in 16 years of living here. On September 5th, after a spectacular swim in Hobbs Pond, I decided that I would swim every day till September 30 in natural water in Maine.

As goals go, it was not particularly challenging or dramatic. The weather held, and it’s been a mild equinox, though the ocean, river, and pond are much colder than they were on Labor Day. When my car was broken I had to walk from my house to Hobbs Pond, down the long hill on Hatchet Mountain, and back up again. I thought it would be hard, but it was a piece of cake, just over a mile one way. I’d have done it more often except I usally swam before or after a trip to town on errands. I swam mostly in Hobbs Pond because it is close to home. I went to Lincolnville Beach an average of once a week, when the weather was sunny, and I could catch the tide right for swimming. Megunticook River off Shirt Tail Point was fun for variety. I visited a friend on China Lake for a good sunset swim, and on a trip down to Brunswick, I swam in the lagoon at Reid State Park. The ocean, lake, and river all had a different energy and feeling. They all have in common they are living, wild water.

Lville Beach

Lincolnville Beach

I love the way my body changed over the 26 days. Swimming every day, my body sculpted and stretched and I see and feel muscles in my legs, arms, and torso I haven’t seen since my twenties. I feel better than I have in my whole life. Nothing hurts anywhere. I remember how much I love to swim and be in the water. My swim conditioning makes me want to swim farther and be in the water longer, even as falling temperatures make long swims unwise. I am so comfortable in the water I cavort! I feel otter-like. (The otters roll their eyes at me when they read this.)

It was never about the exercise. It was about doing something I enjoy for as long as I can. It was about being in the water. It became about being with the water.

I realized that I love the water because of touch. The water touches me everywhere. My body hides no secrets from the water. I noticed how different water touches me. The ocean, river, and lake all touch me in a different way. Wind-whipped water has a different hand than placid, smooth water. Cold touches differently than warm, salt than fresh. Morning, afternoon and night water feel different.

Water carries. It lifts. It supports me as I move through it. It makes room for me. I float.
It is easy to swim in the ocean. The ocean, even on a quiet day, is always actively lifting and carrying. One windy day in Hobbs Pond I felt lifted like that. The more relaxed I am the more the water carries me. It touches me all over and carries me.

Megunticook River

Megunticook River at Shirt Tail Point

In the waters, I became part of the changing season. I learned the personality of the beach in Lincolnville, the tides, the rocks, plants, and animals. I enjoyed the work of swimming in Megunticook River. It’s a small river, but swimming upriver I felt myself pull against the current. The moving water has a delicious energy. I loved swimming in the colored water as the river reflected the leaves changing color on the banks. I love how available the river is, grateful to the Town of Camden for making a public park access. In  late September, I had it to myself.

I found an affection for Hobbs Pond for the first time in my 16 years in Hope.  I learned its moods, the way the wind whips up its length to the public landing, and how placid it can be in the morning. I felt the colors on Hatchet Mountain and the pond shores change along with the water temperature. I love how swimming out from shore feels exciting and energized, and swimming back in to shore feels a little flat and dull. I’ll meet Hobbs Pond earlier next season. I want to swim to somewhere. I’d like to swim its length.

My description is deliberately simple. It was simple to show up everyday to swim. What is not so simple is the depth of the medicine. Without planning it, I became intimate with water. I became a Mer person. Day after day, it embraced and sustained me through a difficult passage. I felt the rapture of water.

When you commit to something, it becomes a spiritual practice. It took me till today to get that. For the first time in my life, I get that. The beauty of it as that I didn’t have to do anything but swim and enjoy myself everyday to have the spiritual practice.

Giving myself the pleasure of being in the water every day is ALL there is to it. Being with the pleasure is the only thing there is.
Hobbs Pond
Hobbs Pond 8am September 30, 2010

The New Sweat Lodge

Thank you Stevan, Peter, and Ferris for your work, energy, blessings, and fun company as we build the most beautiful lodge structure we've ever had.


The Circle of the Old Lodge

Lodge poles

Circle of the New Lodge (notice it's a smaller diameter)


The poles are bent and tied.


To make a star at the top.

It looks amazing with the circle around it.

The finished lodge seen through the smoke of the fire burning the old lodge.


Live from the Peace Chamber

I saw the first baby woodpecker this morning. One, or more, curious beak and eye came to the hole. It did not emerge from the shadows, but with my binoculars, I could see it. I'll bet I'll see more of them this weekend. It's been three weeks since hatching.

The parents behavior around the nest has been different the past couple of days. Tuesday morning, Papa was inside the nest, and along comes a gray squirrel investigating. It came round to the nest hole, and put its nose in. Whoops! Scuse me, Papa Woodpecker! and scampered around back of the tree. I had seen pursuit by the  adult woodpeckers before, but not this time. When Papa was ready to leave the nest, he put his red-capped head out and rotated it in all directions for a good minute before flying out. He did that the next several trips, going all the way in the nest, and looking carefully before emerging. I wondered if there had been an invasion incidenct earlier. I'll never know.

Soon his nest behavior settled back to the usual routine, with a new twist. The parents rarely go all the way in the nest. They perch on the tree and duck their heads in to offer food. This morning, I noticed them hanging out beside the nest hole for a few beats. They are preparing the babies to come out soon.

Also on Tuesday, there was a red  squirrel scramble. The scruffy fella who'd had part of his tail bitten off, wanted to check out the birch tree. No Way! The papa chased him through the oak tree.


In the deep woods, I scouted out the ground nest I found. We'd had rainstorms and I wanted to know how it was doing. I took the binoculars so I could see without getting close and disturbing the bird. I saw her, sitting on the nest. What is that bird?

Note: I have pictures, but the nest is invisible! I now know that the bird is an ovenbird, so named because of the side-entry domed nest, which looks like a kiva oven. I'll check out the nest again soon, and report back.

Solstice Chanting on Sunday evening was beautiful and powerful. It is so good to sing. I felt the connection with all other peace chambers. We sang for the Gulf and its it residents of all species. We sang to understand who we are that our gift of genius pulled the oil out of the earth and created so many things that are harmful. It's a mystery, our genius at death. What did we forget?

The rocks and water on this land picked up the vibration and carried it far, to the coast seven miles away and through the waters. Please join us for chanting, building the Peace Chamber, and living the vision. Become a Mission Partner! Email me about ways you can participate where you are.

Afternoon action at the Peace Chamber

I brought my computer out to the Peace Chamber to record a short video. Distracted by the thrum of hummingbird wings and the soft peck peck of a wood pecker I turned my chair around.

Here's a play by play, followed by pictures.

The Woodpecker has been pecking a series of holes in a pair of birch saplings. It come to peck at them, then flies over to the oak behind me and pecks there. The hummingbird perches on a branch of the birch tree, waiting. When the Woodpecker leaves, he goes to the fresh holes to sip some sap. Then he goes and the bees come, along with flies and ants. Then butterflies arrive, but not till the sun comes out. Everyone feasts off the woodpeckers labors, and I believe that the woodpecker returns to enjoy a few ants and bugs that have come to taste the nectar.

I see the woodpecker fly to a large popple tree a few yards away. It pecks at a dark spot, which is a hole, and its mate emerges to fly the food routine, and he goes in to feed the nestlings. Later I hear that they are calling to one another softly.

This routine is repeated over a dozen times in an hour. It makes me think of how the building of the peace chamber may disrupt this family, and all its entwined dependants. I will certainly make sure the birches are not cut. The excavation will only take a few hours, then all will be quiet again. The half dead oak I've been planning to cut for firewood before it becomes too punky to burn. Now I'll be sure to wait until this family of woodpeckers is raised. I'll take care of the Popple with the nest too.

An afternoon of peace watching my relations in the forest, and seeing how they are all related to one another.

Here are some pictures.


Papa Woodpecker


Fine Fella


Flying home.


Changing guard.


Male and female


Hummingbird checks out the holes to the right of the tree.


Feeding activity steps up later in the day.

Peace Chamber Ho!

Things are moving fast at Hope Peace Ceremonies! and

You are invited to be a Mission Partner with us.

My neighbors Willow and Ryan have each donated trees on their respective properties to building the Peace Chamber and they have to be moved to Hope Peace Ceremonies land THIS WEEK!


Here are the red pines at Willow's place, waiting for the trailer. You also see Carl the mighty horse who will pull them from the driveway back to the Peace Chamber site.


Sometime this month, the sacred Kubota will come to prepare the site.

Will you help with the expense of moving trees and site preparation?
We'll need about $200 for moving (I'll check that number with Jason now that we have the trees down.)

And between $400 and $500 for the Kubota, depending how long it takes.

It's easy to make a donation of any size using this paypal Link,

or the handy donate button on the sidebar to the right.

Please read the Mission Partner invitation about the work we are doing at Hope Peace Ceremonies and make an offering of any amount.

Please share this page with two or three others in your circle of friends who you know would be interested in our work.

I  thank you for your offering, your sharing of the Mission, and your sacred work on the planet!

Diva Carla

PS. Here is the post about the style of building we are using for the Peace Chamber

A Farm Story

Or the importance of Land.
Today I am posting a story about land which has touched hearts at and Facebook. The response the story is evoking speaks of how important our connection to the Land is, and how lonely we are for this connection. Grandfather Joseph speaks about this often. Doing ceremony on the land feeds our spirits and it feeds the Land too. So while this is not a story about the Peace Chamber or a ceremony, it tells about why I am here, and feel the call to hold ceremony. I hope the story touches you too.

A Farm Story

November 1, 2007, I returned to my ancestral home in Gibson County, Tennessee to bury my mother. On the way to the funeral, my son and I drove down Sanders Bluff Road, where I grew up on a cotton and pig farm. The road didn’t look too different from what I remembered.  A few new brick houses dotted the cow pastures and cotton fields. This was still small farm country, until we got to my farm.

Where the broad gravel driveway once gave access to a garage and a tractor shed, was a massive brick and iron gate. Winchester Estates the sign read. The farmhouse and the great barn built by my father, uncles, and grandfather had been bulldozed, and replaced by 30 brick ranch houses, stretching from the strawberry patch to my grandmother’s house on the hill, now owned by strangers. Where once cotton, corn, soybeans and winter wheat had grown in rotation, concrete driveways and above ground pools sprouted. The field was surrounded with a 10 foot high iron fence. What are these people afraid of? And who is Winchester? Only Sanders have lived here for 15 generations.

My family left the farm and moved to East Tennesssee in 1970, driven off by the upside down economics of agribusiness expense and farm policy applied to a small scale farm production. At that time my father could have sold the land to a developer, but he wouldn’t. He took an economic hit and sold it back into the family, where it stayed in farm production until 2004. That was the year he died. When Daddy was buried, the barn still stood. There were no gates or fences.

That land is gone now and shall never be reclaimed.

Now I live on nine acres of rock and woods in Maine. The land was once part of a large dairy farm and orchard--the Mervin Hobbs place. That farm is broken up into smaller orchards, house, and wood lots now, but it is still rural and spacious. I have the old house and spring. The owners before me kept sheep. I grow an organic garden, but I am not a farmer. My dream is to invite a farmer onto the land. As I read about permaculture, I understand how bony land like this can produce food in a way that integrates with nature’s patterns of soil, water, and woodlands.

Meanwhile, I grow my garden because I love it. I was born of the earth on that farm in Tennessee, and I must have my hands in dirt at least four months of the year.

But I count on the farmers of Maine to feed me. I love buying food that has been loved by the people growing and handling it.  I trust food when I know the grower, and I prefer buying directly from the grower when I can. The closer to the earth my diet becomes the better my health. I am blessed to live in a state that supports organic farming and hand grown food as much as it does. 

I am heartened to see so many young families selling their farm produce at the farmers markets. I am happy to spend my food money with these young farmers who are keeping land in cultivation and open space, while keeping farm skills flourishing. Across the nation, the diversified family farm is the vortex of food security, environmental and physical health, and the creative, sustainable economy.

On my drive to Tennessee to visit Mother in October 2007, I stopped at Sweet Providence Farm Market and Bakery in Floyd County, Virginia. I bought an organic free range chicken that the Houstons raised on their farm nearby. It had been killed that morning. Next day I roasted it for Mother. I didn’t know at the time, but it was the last meal I ever cooked for her. I am happy that it was likely the best chicken she had eaten since she was a girl on the farm, and she and her sisters caught and killed the chicken for her mama to cook for Sunday dinner.

(note: we did not have chickens on our farm, but that is another story. See “Chicken Snakes!”)