10/Sun powerful day, feeling the energy floating all around
me
,
inside as
well as outside.
Thinking about how I felt when I was holding a new
born baby. Mine or any
one else’s. the feeling is so over whelming that words lack the emotions.
I had a knowing that all was right with my world.
That this newness, this tiny new creation had only one energy, LOVE. Sharing those intimate mo
me
nts, wanting them to last forever.
Where did that go? No where, it’s always here for the
asking/taking. This life we’re living is
grand, knowing this, following the dotes, from 1/birth till?
One situation leads to the next, then the
next. Being what you had created in one
mo
me
nt lead you to
the next. Talking to so
me
one
you thought was a stranger, finding out that what you had been looking for is
right in front of you. There’s so much
magic happening all around, I know you feel it, how could you not. Finding that parking place exactly where you
wanted it to be.
That’s magic, and
intention of course. Ian said, “what you pay attention to,
you beco
me
conscious of.”
I know I’m more ‘awake’ then I’ve ever been, I’m content with everything that is occurring. I know that everyone has chosen their lives. Even the starving children. I’ve talking about the book:
Courageous Souls by
Robert
Schwartz. How I view life now, as before reading this
book, I had a different point of view then I do now.
There are no victims, take no prisoners. What you pay attention to, you beco
me
conscious of. It’s the mind that wants
to complicate everything.
Life truly is simple. While holding the new baby in your arms, is there any thoughts about anything else. Most likely not. Holding that baby is all there is in the
entire world. Being
with the baby.
So, what if, you could take those emotions, that
sensation that you feel,
Knowing that you can have that emotion any ti
me
you wish, because the
Truth of the matter is, when you hold that baby,
you’re holding your inner baby, the child that only wants to be loved. Would you scold that baby for
Anything it did??? NO. Why are we so hard on
ourselves? What is that all about? Be as kind to yourself as you are to that
‘new born baby’. Cradle her, love her, show her how much you care. Would you feed your baby junk food?
Silly question. Had to ask.
I went to the out door far
me
rs
market the other day. (I love going
there, I hug everyone that will let
me
) anyway, this beautiful young man whom I buy my coffee from, we hugged, he
said, you’re always in a good mood. I write my own script, why in the world would I write anything in there that would make
me
feel crappy. He laughed so hard. He said, “I got it.”
Re
me
mber
the movie; Forest Gump, sure you do. He was so present, he
was in the mo
me
nt. We’ve gone astray, now we’re returning to our
divinity, yeah.
The other day, the momma and the four baby
peacocks ca
me
by, as they do daily.
The babies eat out of my hand, the momma showed them, she ate first, the
babies followed, now they co
me
over to
me
to feed them, it is the cuties thing ever. The next day, the momma ca
me
with three babies. They were born on
6/7/08 so, their 2 ½ months. I freaked out. An owl must have snatched it out of the tree
the night before. They were hanging
around on the banister, one of the babies jumped down, knocked over Gary’s
coffee cup and it broke. I looking at
the cut, it didn’t
me
an
anything to
me
. ‘They’ were telling
me
the sa
me
, it doesn’t
me
an
anything, the owl needed to eat, to the owl this is a
me
al,
nothing else. My mind wanted to make it
me
an
a whole lot.
Where would that have taken
me
? It would have had
me
stay in upset, even the momma wasn’t upset, she was getting on with her
life. Taking care of the others.
The mind is a dangerous place, don’t go there
alone.
What follows are quotes from Dr. Michael Idvorsky Pupin 1859 ~
1935
“Science gives us plenty of ground for intelligent
hope that our physical life is only a stage in the existence of the soul. The law of continuity and the general
scientific view of the universe tend to strengthen our belief that the soul
goes on existing and developing after death.”
While living in
Serbia
as a young boy, he gazed at the stars and listened to the distant church
bells. “It seemed to me then, that light
and sound were divine methods of speech, and so two questions: What is light? What is sound?” He realized that his boyhood
fancy was correct. When he heard great
musicians play he felt the vibrations from the strings, they speak a language
that is a true message from heaven. He
was asked to explain his concept of Heaven.
“It is what scientists call the real world and of
which this world is only a picture. All
scientific work and investigation are directed toward further revelation of the
world beyond. All of
this world – the present world – that we know anything about is
perceived through the senses. We see a
sunset, a rainbow, the new green of spring. We hear the songs of the birds, we smell the perfume of the rose, we
taste, we feel, but it all leads to glimpses of another world. Wherever science has explored the universe,
it has found it to be a manifestation of a coordinating principle, a definite,
guiding principle which leads from chaos to cosmos. I choose to believe in this coordinating
principle as a divine intelligence. There is dependability, continuity everywhere present in the universe.”
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The Rainforests of Love
Heavenletter # 2834 Published on:
August
28, 2008
God said:
Love is true, and love comes from the heart, and
it is not true that love can be hurt, and yet I will say there is no Human
heart that does not know hurt. Each heart carries its own subterfuge of ache.
There are no wounded hearts, for there is not a
heart in the world that can exist without love. Where there is love, there is
no wound. And it is an impossibility that even one heart without love can
exist. Only hearts with love exist. And yet My children
have had wounded hearts, and My children know what it is to have an aching
heart.
You would spare all hearts pain. If you could
deflect pain from even one heart, you would. You would like to prevent pain
from any heart, and yet you have stomped on hearts. You have to admit it. But
the heart you have stomped on most is the one located in your own chest. The
way a man may beat his wife, you have become a heart-beater. You have
restricted the beat of your heart. You have silenced it. You have downtrodden
your heart. Your heart fears to distress you, and so you distress it. The more
you pussyfoot around with your heart, the more pained it feels.
Your heart is incapable of being hurt, and yet you
hurt it. The Truth of your heart is not what you have perceived. You have made
your heart a fledgling bird not yet ready to fly. You have held it back by
keeping it in a nest it long outgrew. Surely it is time now that you release
your heart. Take off what you have bound your heart with. Take off the idea
that your heart can be hurt. Stop hurting it. You have to let go of your heart,
and you have to let go of those phantom wounds in your heart. The perceived
wounds do not really require healing, or their healing lies in their being
freed. You have held your heart in bondage for way too long.
Your heart is not meant for suffering. Your heart
is made for freedom. Let your heart be free. Your heart knows better than you
do what it should be. Your heart would like to free you from the bondage you
have chained yourself to. You have protested the cutting of your heart in the
same way you would chain yourself to a tree in order to prevent its being
chopped down. Only you have pulled the chain too tight, and you are the one
hurting the tree. Even though you mean to protect it, you have been hurting it.
Listen to Me. The best protection you can give
your heart is to let it be free. Unbind it now. Rub its wrists. Get your
heart's circulation back.
If you have covered your heart with ice, you did
so with the idea of prolonging your heart's life, but you have been misguided.
No heart is meant to be chilly. All hearts are meant to be warmed by the sun.
Take those ice packs off. Simply throw them away. Ice melts. Your heart would
not have to melt except you froze it.
Let your heart now be in the rainforests of love.
Let the native drums of your heart beat with the audacity they are meant to. No
heart was ever meant to be restricted. All hearts are meant to beat in the
rhythm of nature and not to the rhythm of an imposed calculation. Your heart is
best left to its own devices. It will get its rhythm back. You can be sure that
your heart knows the song it is meant to sing, and sing your heart must, not a
composed song you have laid out, but its own tune. Call it atavistic if you will,
but let your heart be free to be a heart and not a man-made contraption tied to
all kinds of concepts of your making. Unpain your
hearts, beloveds. Let go of the myth of restriction as a holy thing. Let your
heart beat in the freedom of love. Let your heart be what it is. Remember your
heart is Mine. Would you really restrict My heart of love?
MONOPOLY
The game starts out on an equal field, each player received the same amount of money. The dice is thrown to see who goes first. At the beginning all players are relaxed, giddy in a
sense. Each in their
own mind feeling as though they would be the winner.
Round the board you go. Buying up all the
properties you land on. When all the properties are bought, the game takes on an entirely new
‘experience’.
The trading begins. Blocks of property is owned by
one ‘player’, the rent goes up.
Internal tension is felt. You own
Pennsylvania
Ave, No.
Carolina Ave, Pacific Ave, you own Vermont Ave, Oriental Ave, Connecticut Ave, the other guy owns, Park Place and Board
Walk, and the Yellow, Atlantic Ave, Marvin Gardens, and Ventnor
Ave. You’re coming around the corner,
crossing your fingers that you land on ‘Chance’, you surly don’t want to land
on Boardwalk, he’s got a Hotel, the cost of landing on
him is $2000. way more then you have in your bank
roll. If you land on him, you’ll have to
‘mortgage’ your property, leaving you vulnerable.
You luck out this time around, you breath a sigh
of relief. Another player comes around
towards your green property. He lands on you, you have two houses, not big
money, yet enough so that you don’t feel stressed when it’s your turn once
again, and you’re headed towords Park Place. You
count your money, “If I land on him, I
could cover the rent.” You land on
Park
Place
, handing over $1,500. all most all of your ‘savings’. You’re thinking, ‘one more throw of the dice, you’ll collect
$200. as you pass go. Now you’re thinking it would be great to land in ‘jail’, that way you could stay there for three rolls
of the dice before you pay your ‘fine’ to get out.
LIFE
What we’re experiencing right now has almost the same
resonance as Monopoly. Round and round
we go, throw the dice to see where it takes you. Where do you put your attention? How much energy do you give to ‘your bank
account?’
Gary, Spirit and I lived on land that was
absolutely magnificent. Huge trees, surrounded by mountains, the enchanted forest where
Spirit and I walked almost daily. Peacocks roaming freely, horses carrying the energy
from ancient times. Food growing
in the garden that
Gary
nurtured daily.
I wrote, read, shared energy
with my ‘soul’ family. Those who owned
this land had a consciousness that resonated on a plateau totally different
then mine. I kept to myself, didn’t interact
with ‘them’.
I was in
Los
Angeles
visiting my family,
Gary
called to tell me he was handed a (7) day notice to vacate the property. This was on a Tuesday, I had made plans to return on
Saturday. I knew I needed to return asap. How to make this happen? Humm. Daughter Jo-e put
the rental car on her ‘credit’ card. Getting home on Thursday. We started packing. Where was the funds coming from to rent a truck? My pass
port was sitting on my dresser, picking it up, it fell open, (2) $100. Bills
sat there, I was dumb struck. My legs
wouldn’t move,
Gary
walked by, I called him over, he had the same
expression on his face as I had when I saw this. “This is our rental truck.”
I opened a PO Box, not wanting any mail to come to the
other address.
We had until Tuesday
midnight
to leave. Monday,
Gary
went for the truck.
The owner came over pointing her finger at me,
accusing me of what ever she felt she needed to accuse me of. That it is all my fault that we have to move. What I said
to her I won’t write here. She said, “you get out tonight.” No problem.
Gary
returned, I told him what had happened and what was said. He asked, “Where will we go?” I called sister Leah, she said we could stay at her place for the night. We got the truck packed. We were off her
property by
7:30
. I couldn’t think any longer. I wanted my body to relax. Being with Leah, her holding a sacred space
for us, feeling her love surround me, that was all
that was needed at the moment. Tomorrow
will take care of itself.
We drove to
Prescott
, the invitation was revoked a couple of hours after we arrived. She was on over whelm, I understand over whelm
perfectly. My love for
her never wavered. Leah said we
could spend the night, yet, this would be the last. She rents and her ‘landlady’ would freak if
she knew Spirit was there, even though Spirit slept in the car, (his choice).
I called my soul sister Almon, telling her I need to borrow $300. Getting a storage until, and making sure we returned the truck with in the 24hr period, other
wise we would pay for another day. The
24 hrs would be up by
5
p.m.
on Tuesday. There’s a storage until next to the post office, (how convenient) it was
4:45
,
we had about 10 more minutes before we completely unpacked the truck, it was
Gary and Me. I called the truck company,
A young female voice answered, I said, “Please, Please, Please wait for us, we’ll be
there by
5:15
,
please wait.” She said she would.
We got back to Leah’s, Terry was there, he had helped pack
the truck, along with Casey, Gary and myself. What I had asked Source was this, “I want a place where we can live on
land in exchange for work.”
I had met George back in 2000, he’s an amazing
wood worker, some of the most spectacular furniture
I’ve seen comes from his shop. When I
spoke with him, he said, “No, I don’t think it would work, not with Spirit.”
Telling
Gary
what he said, I looked at him, hearing my stomach growl. I’ve been a vegetarian for over 30 years, lately my body
wants red meat. What’s cool about Gary
and I living together is we’re the same blood type, so our eating pattern is
alike. Easy. We
went to Sonic, shared a burger and fries, all for about $5.oo. Now I can think. Tummy filled. Spirit in the
back seat. He’s content, as long as he’s with me, he doesn’t care where
we go.
My cell phone rings, (when I was in Chicago daughter Kelly asked me if I wanted a cell
phone, being she and Donnie (husband) don’t use all their minutes, what a
blessing, thank you my sweet daughter, I so love you) “Hey Madaline, it’s George, come by, well
talk more.” We drove over to
Camp
Verde
.
The minute we drove onto the property, felling the energy, I knew this was
where we were going to land.
He said he thought about having others be here,
that the last year he had done everything alone, and he knew he needed to move
energy, he offered us a place, a small trailer, (talk about scaling down.)
Our storage unit is paid for until the end of
October.
Gary
said, “why
don’t we sell everything, the unit is an expensive closet.”
So, that is what we’re going to do. For the past 2 ½ yrs, we’ve accumulated a
couch, an dinning table, desk, TV, a bed. Tables, chairs. Way tooooo much gravity. The TV was for watching movies. It wouldn’t fit in this 24 ft. trailer.
For the first (3) days we didn’t have water here,
when our neighbor come over, he worked for 6 hrs to get us water. It’s cold, its
water, yeah.
This is the community I was craving and didn’t
know how it was missing until we got here. These neighbors are of like mind, community is where it’s at.
At the other place it was ‘them’ and ‘us’. They didn’t want what I wanted. It’s all in divine order as always. Thrilled to be out of
there, for sure.
We’ve shifted so much energy in this short week,
it’s blowing George away.
Watching him be on over
whelm. Yet, he’s being present, he’s taking in everything that he wanted and
asked for. Assistance
in altering his land. There’s a way of being that I’ve noticed some time
ago, that is, “I speak into the listening.” Paying attention to how the persons body language is, how they look at
me or at the ground, or someplace else. Knowing when to change the subject. Creating balance, and lots
of hugs.
I hadn’t been connected to the internet for (3)
weeks, yesterday,
the
13th October I got reconnected. Scary,
2000 emails. Going
through them.
Being present, that’s it, being with what ever there
is.
We had a yard sale on Saturday, sold what ever,
the rest was given to
Paws Thrift shop. Feels good, really good.
Still don’t have hot water, yet to have a toilet
that flushes, oh yeah, camping with a real toilet. What a hoot.
Spirit and I take our morning walk-about, finding
new trails. Singing to Grandpa Sun, feeling Mother Earth, what ever
emotion shows up, and boy do they show themselves. Hours of tears. Feeling my entire family surrounding me, filling me with all
the love that can be felt.
The sky is huge here, I watch the sun rise daily, and set, I
didn’t get to see this where I was living before. Our little community is so sweet, having
meals together, working the land. My
heart is filled.
