People die violently, and Earth is rebelling to our misuse and misrespect.
ANY AWARENESS, ANY PRAYER, ANY HEALING, ANY PROTEST
…thousand things we can do, it ALL helps a little bit…
… maybe not enough, but WE NEED to do it
Category Archives: Reflections
My work, my Mission
My work is a wonderful work, is a crazy work, is a daring work,
is a tyring work, is a dangerous work, is an adventurous work,
is a satisfiying work, is a complicated work, is a sweet work,
is a loving work, is a wild work, is a compassionate work,
is a giving work, is a caring work, is hard work,
is “no security” work, is a surprising work, is a delicate work,
is a touching work, is a taking work, is a disciplined work,
is an aware work, is an intimate work, is a stressful work, is a relaxed work,
is a sharing work, is a volunteer work, is a complicated work,
is an easy and natural work, is a GREAT work, is a challenging work,
is a selfless work, is a teaching work, is a learning work,
is a painful work, is a joyful work, is the simplest work,
is a ” next days no money” work, is a “no time for me or anybody else” work
is a ” work done, move on now” work, is (a few times) “boring” work, is a “who else is gonna do it ?” work
is advanced work, is intimate work, is social work,
is spiritual work, is counselling work, is nurturing work, is giving work …
Showing You the Doors and the Power You maybe could not see or feel before, Opening, and See You enter and discover.
And staying hidden still present just in case…
Sweet Jesus
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.
Our precious Waters
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).
Dear Friend so far away…
… three lines you wrote, I could feel it is hard, and you are learning…
I dont’ know how and when we will connect, but we are,
and my Love is there for you…
Probably extremely abstract, still pretty strong, and strange, and far…
… dear Friend so far away,
I cannot clean it out for you, restore the “old order”,
bring anyone back to Life, or hug you live.
I’ll tell you the old good and true banality “I am here, and I care, and I feel”.
Love.
Lost
Lost, gone…
Old skin sticks, movement hard, blocked, forgotten.
Many small and deeper Deaths we must go through.
Once the new skin and the movement is free, we usually forget.
Great is the power of “Lost and Found”, and our million Deaths. 🙂
Sometimes I feel…
Sometimes I feel like your old shoes, used and forgotten…
But old shoes can give Life too:)
And…Are we not all stepstones (and Lights) on each other’s way?
8 march
… is Woman’s day.
In the name of development , freedom, equal rights, and more. We know that many of our Sisters are still oppressed, ignored, kept prisoners, and abused.
On this day we remember our Ancestor Mothers, all the Ones who have been fighting for our independency (Women and Men), and thank them all.
We send strong Prayers of Healing for the wounded and suffering Ones (and possibly do some “real action” too).
And we meditate/celebrate together or alone, creating and/or remembering healthy and powerful images of ourselves, and all our dear female Friends.
You are welcome by my Fire on this day (Women and Men).
Spring
The Powers of the East and renewal are showing, and new Life reveals itself.
The other day I received a message from a dear friend, a message I found very inspiring, therefore I like to share it with you.
He wrote to me: “Be Spring”.
Let it inspire you too:)
Acrobats
And no! Things are not always as we believe them to be.
It all can turn around, start, finish, just as our Life.
The surfers, the gamblers, and the more serious and quiet ones.
We all need to be good acrobats.
Prayer
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.
MoonMouse
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!” ?? 🙂
Every day
Every day is a fresh opportunity to come closer to who we are
Every day is a fresh opportunity to do what we have to do the best we can
Every day is a fresh opportunity to choose
….and sometimes we forget all about it, and it better be okay…
In a dark and cold winter day…
A Cat looked at me, and I got warm inside.
Small and big Miracles happen all the time.
Sister, Brother, You, Me, cracking…
Depression sneaks in, one’s world distorted, war inside, war outside, collapsing, destruction, numbness, suffering, cracking CRACKING DISINTEGRATING…
everything so normal, and really not so bad, the Judge and the Head banking pushing and telling lies and LIES and LIES…and Lies…
another Death is near, sticking in one’s Mind, killing one’s Heart, strangulating every Beauty, every Essence, every Love, and every Dignity, killing…
Life feels like torture, disappearing feels impossible, suicidal pictures appear and fascinate, the End oh if it was near, oh if it was now…
Lies and more Lies, the God inside forgotten, lost… Respect for You, Respect for Life forgotten…
Let it take You down to the bottom, touch Horror, feel Pain, forget Breath, suffer…
and suffer, and get mad at Yourself ’cause you are suffering…and weak…
Disintegrate, disappear… It is just a “bad movie”, but it feels so real…
Once You will be fed up enough, You will get out, and You will “know”…
We are ALL COLOURS, also the “ugly” ones…
SHINE AGAIN SISTER, SHINE AGAIN BROTHER, SHINE AGAIN YOU and ME…
(Love and Light to Us, and a Hug to whoever needs)
Friend
Friend, “real” Friend, “best” Friend, “oldest” Friend, “lost” Friend….
Maybe a Friend is just the Heart who you touch,
who touches you, anytime, anywhere, for a second, or for a long time.
We can always find one, and we never loose…
Gratefulness
Being grateful opens our Heart, other Hearts, and creates both a more friendly Reality, and unseen Bridges to Magic.
???
Doubt is a strange fellow, an enemy at times, a friend at times.
Observing and questioning our own beliefs and choices can, in my opinion, make us grow.
Another banality, and another truth? 🙂
War/Peace
So easy it can change, both inside and outside ourselves, and in our World.
If we are not completely able to make Peace, we could try at least to avoid war.
Easy to say and hard to do? Obviously. Still, we can do much.
Dear Sister, dear Brother… Letter to ourselves
Dear Sister and Brother: pain is not our home, our Spirit is, and our Spirit is free.
Dear tense Brother and Sister: let’s be good to ourselves, and relax.
Dear Brother and Sister: enough violence and unjustice, let’s try Peace inside.
Lonely Sister and Brother, let’s be kind: we got good company, ourselves.
Dear Mother and Father, be patient: kick the Judge out, do the best.
Sad Brother and Sister, let’s be sweet, and try to accept.
Shameful Sister and Brother, let’s burn up the veil of shame: it is a nonsense. Let’s shine.
Fearful Brother and Sister, let’s embrace our Fear and act.
Angry Sister and Brother, our gift can be great Power. Let’s forgive.
Greedy Brother and Sister, posessions do not last, let’ s give away.
Dear Sister and Brother, let’s cut off our lies, and get out of the mud 🙂
The day of the Dead
…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.
Letter to us, dear us…
Dear Friend, dear Friend…Am I loosing You? Maybe You are loosing me? Words do not cover, when no action follows…
Where is my Heart, where is your Heart? At times You hurt so much that I would love to forget it all…
A new Death on Halloween, a fresh Renewal follows… I forgive me for complaining, and I forgive You for not being there. Know that I know…, even it will change nothing.
I release today my expectations and my bonds to You, and You, my Friend…
No Equinox
So this time I got sick the day before, on the day, and the day after…
… My teeth showed me maybe where balance was missing?:)
The Unexpected
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.
Wasted?
Wasted? Lost? Fucked? Gone? Drunk? Drugs? Mental sick? Static? Boring?
We do still all have access to Enlightment…
As a good Friend of mine says, what we do with our Lives is a matter between Us and Spirit…
Letter to You (Us), dear People. After the Spring Equinox. Maybe…
Dark angry Clouds in our Skies, raging, again, again. Heavy Rains falling, the Tears of our Peoples.
It is hard to live at times, and a delicate matter, to be a Human, to be true, to be just.
In the theatre of violence, murder, unjustice, in the theatre of fear and mistrust, it is hard to remember that we are the Human Race, One, in many colours, beliefs, and traditions….And that what “others” do to us, is maybe what we do to “them”, even it may seem different, even we may deny it.
Let us maybe tell ourselves (in this case) a selfchoosen “lie”. Let us maybe tell ourselves that we live in a Peaceful and Wonderful World, in Compassion and Respect for each other….
In Humility maybe, let us keep on Praying, keep on trying to understand, keep on trying to Forgive, keep on Trusting things can be “better”, and different, that our common Home can be a Peaceful place to be….
Let us maybe Honour all the Living, and Pray for the Dead of all colours… Let us maybe recall all the Beauties we already have.
Let us maybe believe that for each horrible “mistake”, millions of Flowers of Compassion and Trust are born. Let us maybe lower our heads, remember our own “monsters”, and try to forgive ourselves.Let us maybe look in our Hearts, and remember our own Strenghts, our Courage, our Loved ones, our Friends, our Power.
Let us maybe try to work together, and help each other…
I know, we all know, this is easy to write about, and hard work to do, but… What other options do we really have?
PS: Death, sensations and scandals sell good. Let us keep Courage and Hope in focus, and not fall in the trap of Fear. When we are afraid, we are devided, and easy to conquer.
…first journey
…the first journey was through my work, and inside myself.
I connected to many beautiful Souls, we touched, and together we built a new Now, a “lighter now” for them, through our common effort.
In myself, and with help of the powers of the North, I searched and questioned everything: it was “scary” and good, cleaning up as usual…I’ll rather “see” reality than live in illusion.
…second journey
…And the first journey was full of learning, and challenges. Let us say I passed the exam, but the “refill” did not quite happen.
Though, I was reminded of “important stuff”, like we are here on “borrowed time”, and how much gratefulness means. I was
observing People and their walking fashion, the hustlers in the city trying to sell you things or food, fell again in love with the
Desert, the Rocks and the Mountain, I was healed by the Wind, the Water and the Sky, and blessed by deep Silence.
I was reminded of “to do what I can do”, and to keep humble.
Journeys
Every journey, leaving known realities, is a little jump into the unknown, a little Death, a little challenge, and a wonderful adventure. Bye bye land, bye bye home, the peoples, and the Love we know, and hallo new land, new home, new peoples, and ? Steps ahead, steps back, every journey, near or far, is full of learning. A good journey to us. “Viaje con Dios!” 🙂
Power
Power has many faces: one of the less obvious ones is vulnerability.