Sweet Jesus, they say you were a good man and you did and said good things.
On Easter days, you are remembered and celebrated, your great suffering and dying, and your Ressurrection…
You moved against untruth, profit and idols, and You put the Innocent and the Poor higher. You teached us Humbleness and showed us Miracles. You tought us to keep on the way of Love and Compassion, on the way of Forgiveness…
Many of us are good People, and still we suffer and “get crucified” many times in many ways, and we carry pain…
We die, in a different way than You, but we still die, and, in a different way than you, some of us get Reborn, and others stay dead inside.
Sweet Jesus, if You are there, help the People in trouble.
Whether we believe, we choose to believe, or we just do not mind to “give it a try”, it has been “shown” in a few ways that Water does or “seems” to have a memory.
Mr. Emoto’s photos on Water chrystals treated “good” or “bad”and few others experiments done worldwide seem to give us “proof” of another possibility we do have to change our Lives and our World for better.
Therefore we also have another responsability, to do our best for common good, ourselves, the next generations, and the Planet.
I am sure many People are already working on it, in many ways, but why not add to it?
Why not have more Respect for the Water we use everyday, why not bless our Water before we drink it, why not bless the Water inside ourselves, why not put a thought of Love and Healing when we enter our Oceans, why not pray Healing into small Stones and Crystals to release into our larger Waters?
It only costs Awareness, Intent, and a little time.
On the last ceremony I was part of, we all blessed and put our Love, one by one, into the Water taken from a Lake in a vessel, and we released it back to the Lake after. So easy can it be done. How much it works? Who knows, but Love and Healing work always, at least some.
For some of us who love ceremonies, let us do more of them. I INVITE YOU on 11 april (coming FullMoon) to do this again. We will start on Amager fælled, and we will relaease our Water by Islands Brygge coastline.
For you who are “discrete”, or want to “do your thing in your own way” , do it your way.
Anything helps!:) And thanks to all who will do.
Ps: let us meet by me in Ballonparken at 19.00, and work outdoor if possible afterwards. Please sign up by text/sms, latest one day in advance. Bring “sacred Water” and small Crystals (if you have), Water to drink, and a bottle (if you wish to have some “blessed Water” back).
I was out in Nature, after visiting my old Father, who laid in intensive care at the hospital.
It “happened” all by itself, and I realized I was praying. I was strange, and it felt good. It came all the way from my deepest place, inside.
Prayer does not need a special form, it belongs to Mankind and not to Churches. It does not need sophisticated words, it can be done anywhere, anytime, anyhow. And it does not even need to be dedicated to a superior Being…
Thankfulness or good wishes… Prayer will blossom in our Hearts.
On the last FullMoon, we started by open eyes meditation indoor, by the window… Beautyful Moon, beautyful Light. On the next Night I meditated alone from the same window.
A Mouse came, on both Nights, collecting the left overs from the little Birds, small, and speedy… just in front of the window.
After the second night, I woke up early, with my head talking, talking much. Apart from the talking head, everything was fine. Fire was on, fine fresh Air coming in, the Crow was singing, the Blackbird was sitting on his branch, everything was perfect. Still the head kept talking.
Back to the Now, back to the Now…
I suddenly remembered the Mouse, active on both Nights.
Maybe what it had shown us, maybe its message was “Do not think, do!” ?? 🙂
…started with tiny drops of Rain, and more, and more, tiny drops… the Sky was crying all the tears we never allowed us to express, our sweet tears for our sweet Ones. Romantic.
Though, they were not all sweet our sweet Ones, some were impossible, some were cold, some were strange, they were what we are, mixes of it all, mixed like us, the living Ones.
On this day, many (and I) mean They are closer to this world… Some of us feel that, or we get trapped in the common idea that it is like that, and fall into the net. In any case, why not? Opportunity is there to remember, to pray, or just to reflect.
Death is a great teacher, and it usually opens our Hearts, at least for a while…
We loose company and control, we loose referencies, we loose bodies, we loose Their presence.. our Friend, our Mother, gone forever…
Forever, what a big word, do we even know what it means? Is it really so? Are they really gone? Or just their bodies? Does Death exist at all?
Our Love may never (never?, big word) die…Our genetic memory and our genetic chains seem to be alive, and they may keep us prisoners, or help us obtain Freedom. Our stories together live in our memories. In good and in bad.
Honoring our Dead, and our Ancestors, may be honoring the common essence of Human, reconnecting our Energy to the Roots, our Roots, and more…
Let us give ourselves some Time, Time to forgive Them and ourselves, if we had not forgiven before. Let us give ourselves Time for reflection, for release, or to feel the pain…And let us pray for the Ones that are lost, or forgotten….If we dare to do so…
Let us be touched one more time by the teachings of Death, and the teachings of Love, let us allow Spirit (or the Strange Something) talk to us. Let us honor our Dead, and by honoring them, honor ourselves, and Life.
The Unexpected. Everything turns around, and around again, moves crazy. Surprise, surprise… See what you can do here, with this, with that. See how I get off balance, how much out of track, out of order, out of my known stiff reality, Out… A funny gift. Great Master the Unexpected is.