consciousness projection as childcare

[zensunni7]

My grand daughters are seeking healing from a divorce and a father court ordered away from them for five years. It has been almost two years, yet the cloud in their minds remain as a painful rainy.
Projection 101 -

They want to see their father - they want it the way it use to be in their minds, they want him to love them more than the substances that took him so far away from them.
They want what they want.
I want them not to stretch their hearts for things that will not obviously happen anytime soon and end the dull ache of their hearts.
Jillian is an academically gifted nine year old, and Grace is a gifted five year old. These kids are the new world arrived here to make this planet whole again, the ones I was forerunner to.
I cover them in my love for them 24/7. It is a Zen stream of my love that was set into my mind since they were born. Now it is their turn to stream.

We walked int he forest, along a stream, where I take them to play and they take me to stay in tune with natures energy's. We listen to the trees and feel the waters, it is where I learned to self heal as a child. In my youth I learned that the water can return to me the wholeness life often took from me. Trees can be friends, and the animals are not afraid of us, just cautiously optimistic of our presence.

I cannot cause their father to stop his life of self abuse, nor act to make the courts reverse their choices of his behavior.But to feel others is a total commitment to them, to feel all the e-motions, not just the ones that I pick or choose.

So we talk, when I feel the pain in them. I tell them to project happiness to their father, to see him in their minds eyes as a happy man. To send him love that way, and he will feel it, he will know it, he will not be able to take enough pills or drink enough to keep it away.
Angry painful thoughts are the ones that hurt them. Shifting to seeing their father happy is easier for them to see than trying to sort through the why's of the past.
it is healing for their father and for them. They became lost as so many children wishing things were different, that the parents would stop the behaviors, asking why they loved drinking more than them. Why they will not adhere to the courts demands to see them again.
Re-member to the days when you saw him laughing, smiling and was happy, and hold to that thought, it is your Secret in your mind. It is what will make your pain go away and his will too someday.
I took them to the stream of water heading ever into time.
" It works just like this water, your love, your thoughts will stream along the wind and go right to his mind and heart - it is how it works. "
The we walked to where the water was slowed dramatically by debris in the water.
" See those branches, leaves and garbage? They are like the angry and sad thoughts you feel when you think of the bad times with him. They stop the flow, they just sit there and get rotten and nasty, like all that stuff in the water. Get it? "

They got it.

We walked into the water and removed the damn of debris, and they just stood there watching the waters flow again. It is what happens when we let the waters of Spirit move away the debris we have refused to let go of.
It is my desire to see them all happy, and this is the most practical and powerful solution to feelings that block the flow of life in the Human streams of trying to live.
There is no pain Nature will not soothe you if you ask.
The sun restores, the waters renew, and resting against a tree will embrace you in energy that make you strong again.
There is no stream of love in a Humans thoughts that do not find their destination.

There will come a day when their father will feel their feelings, he will know what they felt in those days of angry storms and fear, this is not possible for any Human to escape. It is the judgment day of us all.
But for now, it is good for them to see their father as a happy man in their mindhearts. This will cause good feelings to grow in them where angry ones now reside, and clear the debris from their waters.

WithIN Love
Darrell

[Adrian]

Dear Darrell,

Thank you very much for sharing this with us.

We are all here to experience, and we know what experience we, as our Higher Self needs before we arrive.

On the other hand it is an opportunity for supremely caring and loving people like you to experience making the lives of your granchildren whole again, and as you know - Love is a much higher vibration than the emotions of their father and they will in turn grow strong and Loving Beings as a direct result, and with compassion.

There are few greater healing forces than those in nature. Here too we have wonderful and unspoilt countryside, unaffected by human activity.  We can draw tremendous Energy from nature - the ancients knew that and marked areas great Energy convergences with rings of stones. We have many of them here.

At this time of the year there is a place we can go to see literally acres of wild Orchids - millions of them. It is in places like that when the lavish Abundance of Source, of God becomes particularly apparent.

In LVX,

Adrian.

[zensunni7]

Hello Adrian,

Thank you - it is so nice to feel your voice.
The area you live in sounds wonderfully alive with energy and the grace of life.Yet considering the caliber of Human Being you are - no surprises.
I thought I would put this article I wrote  few years ago on here, it applies to the essence of our talk here. This forum you have created is just such a place in cyber space.

SELF HEALING.
When I was a child, life was rather angry in our home. Abuse was still a ' family ' thing that wasn't talked of and left to the discretion of family members and choices, police only became involved if someone was dead or dying. In an era when Cowboys and Indians were the popular past time of young boys, I secretly admired the Indians version of life, although openly admitting it was not wise, as being an Indian during games was a death sentence, just like in the movies. Us " White Folk " never lost, except of course in the Custer epic, but no-one ever wanted to play that scenario.

Abuse was as common then as now, the difference was that we just weren't aware, as it didn't make the news, there was no "Oprah " and unless it was a family member, it was just gossip. I can see in hindsight, Spirit moved then to help us as it does now. My grandmother had given me a book about a young Native American boy, describing in detail his growing up in his family, the trainings he received, and the skills he was expected to learn. I learned right along with the character in the book, I lived near a large woods growing up, and use to scurry off early in the mornings to spend the day there, being a young Native American, from the suburban neighborhood I returned to in the evenings.

Abuse can be a painful thing; welts, bruises, and achy bones, even to a new body of a child that can heal quickly, but as most kids, I wasn't about to let it stop my joy and desires to play in the Earth's abundance. As the boy of my book, I learned to run through the trees, up and down hills, to walk silently through the woods without snapping twigs and making sounds that could give me away to my imaginary enemies. I learned how to befriend the animals with patience and trust, to get them to eat from my hands, and to watch them unobserved, to stay downwind, and observe what they ate. I learned to catch fish with my hand, to cook them and feed off the land, as the Great Spirit provided. It was great fun as a boy, and only now do I see how the Great Spirit was watching over even a little ' white kid ' from suburbia.

Sometimes the beating from infractions of perfection was more severe, a little too much " Mommy Dearest " gone wild. After such episodes, I would sit in my room awaiting release into the woods again, and think of the boy in the book, what would he do? I often thought of running way and living as he did, but even to a little man like myself, it didn't seem plausible to do so.

Abused kids are really adults in small bodies, trying to appear their age, and act ' normal ' as to avoid detection. One day I was hurting badly from an episode of too many unfolded clothes in my drawers and my closet being a ' pig pen ' because my pants were not crease to crease, zipper closed, and there were dirty ones on the floor. After an early release, I hopped onto my bike (horse) and headed for the woods. It was a bad day, I was hurting physically, and to spite the beauty of a summer day, I just could not muster the energies for play or even a smile. It was just one of those " I don't know if I can do this anymore " days and feelings.

I reached into my medicine bag, an old marble case, and pulled out some herbs I had gathered, and went to the creek to get some water, built a small fire, and made some healing potion. I made a drink from dandelion roots, and what I now know to be American Ginseng, and clover, having gathered them from illustrations in my book. It tasted like dirt with a hint of sweetness from the purple clover, but medicine wasn't supposed to taste good back then.

I turned to look at that creeks water moving in rapid ripples down to an unknown horizon where my mind followed it to places I dreamed of that would be brighter and nicer than these. My skin was stinging still from the slaps, me ears hurt from the untargeted fury, and my heart was breaking from the idea of being so bad as to deserve this. I just sat there staring at the water moving. In its own way, I could feel it call to me, drawing me closer to it, then I felt my mind let go of everything expect the call of the water, and I chose to answer it. I stripped off all my clothes and walked out into it. The water caressed my feet and sent waves of hope into my body of relief and a promise of healing. I followed my heart into the water until I was lying in it fully, only my little head above its current.

I thought of how every night I prayed to the God I was taught, God of love and mercy, and it made me feel empty and alone. I then thought of the boy, and his Father teaching him of the Great Spirit, and the Great Mother that cared for his people, fed them, and taught the ways of the Earth, and living in harmony. I lowered my face into the running waters, leaving only my nose out to breathe from. I felt light, soothed, and let my body sway to the motion of the water. I could feel the welts going down and the pain running off with the current, my head and aching ears were being massaged by unseen hands that brought peace of mind and feelings of being caressed by a Great Mother of warmth and compassion. This is what I had hoped for deep in my little heart, a feeling of being surrounded by love, every crevice and every atom.

The water and I became one flowing motion, I was as much a part of this surrounding as the water, rocks, and fish swimming about me, wondering what this new thing in their home was. I layed there submerged for what seemed hours, until all the pain had been swept away, and when it had, I wanted to get up, but I stayed at the request of the Great Mother, until my mind was a child's again once more, until the heavy thoughts had been cleansed by the water as well. I finally stood up, letting the sun bathe me now, feeling her warmth and energies filling me with joy where pain had been, seeing my body reflecting in the waters eye, welts gone, bruises unaching, and a boy that had become a boy again in some magical moment from unseen hands that touched only a pure heart. What the water had not healed, the sun was. I looked again into the water to see myself, different somehow, but the same, a boys body with the eyes of a man.

In the water I had been given a gift, perhaps this was the 'vision' I had read about, not a vision as in a dream that seemed real, but vision - period. Eyes that saw healing from a spirit that loved us as God was suppose to, heals us, and restores us to our beautiful unjaded selves. I returned to my healing potion, and thought of catching a fish for my hungry stomach, but somehow didn't want to take life from the waters that had just returned mine to me and made me feel so alive again, I was smiling. So, I turned to the magical bologna sandwich I had brought, and downed it with my dirt drink. I was full, happy, and renewed.

As I rode home that afternoon, I looked to be just a boy on his bike. I was different though, very different. I had been shown the way to a world where magic occurs, healing was available for the asking. While in the water, I just ' knew ' I was not bad, nor did I deserve the things that occurred all too often, to far too many kids. I also knew that from that day on the Great Mother was now my Mother, and the Great Spirit was the Father that I would honor, and that was the way it was always going to be for me, and is until this very day.

I knew that when I returned home, it would be the same, and I was ' in for it ' for having stayed gone so long. This time though, there was no fear, and no anxieties, because now I knew that there was a loving spirit out there that could heal me, renew me, and bring me the hope so many of us give up on and accept the ways of others insanities as ' normal ' in our minds and hearts.

I was somehow free in a way that I had never felt before, and alive in a way that I had not been since I was born. It hurts my heart to see the Earth being polluted as She is, knowing the wonders we are spoiling and devastating, but I also know that SHe will cleanse herself of these things, and us in the process. This was my journey into healing as a boy, and others out there are finding their healing in their own way, their own woods, and in their own minds and hearts. It is there for the asking.

I am now an elder by age, and see now that I was tapping into the energies that the Native Americans have left for us to hear and to use, a journal written in the wind, etched into the terrain, in every tree, plant, and brook, with even the stones holding the energies and wisdom of the ancients and their ways of the Earth and Human living in harmony for the benefit of both.

In the waters that day, I learned that all creation, in all its forms will reach out to a Human Being, to heal, help, or just to let us feel loved and cared for, it seeks only a pure heart.

[Adrian]

Dear Darrell,

Thank you - and you can be sure I read all of your posts in depth. You have a gift of describing and phrasing everything so well, and with so much truth and feeling, very often a followup simply does not seem appropriate lest it dilute your contribution.

Thank you very much for your article - although article does not do it justice - it is an excellent example of when I observed above that there is nothing more that can be said.

Yes - I was attracted here about 18 years ago. I came to this small island for a different purpose, and was immediately attracted by the special Energy  and knew I had to come here to live. The island has an ancient history and folklore that is very special indeed. The island is thought to be the true location of the Isle of Avalon of the Arthurian legends - we have the castle and everything.

We have some strange phemomena here such as a steep hill where cars - even buses - roll up the hill backwards with the engine switched off. Popular with the tourists

I suspect there are many ley lines crossing the island as well, intersecting from England from places like Stone Henge and New Grange in Ireland.

But in general terms, nature is extremely Energising as you detailed in your article, especially when it is unspoilt by human hand as here.

For anyone living in a metropolis I strongly suggest that you take time, as often as possible to go to the country - camping for example.

In LVX,

Adrian.

[melody]

At this time of the year there is a place we can go to see literally acres of wild Orchids - millions of them. It is in places like that when the lavish Abundance of Source, of God becomes particularly apparent.

Hello Adrian,

I always thought that Orchids needed warmth and a lot of sun. There does not seem to be much of either one on those where you live... So I am surprised that you have so many Orchids on your "magic" Island.

We have some strange phemomena here such as a steep hill where cars - even buses - roll up the hill backwards with the engine switched off. Popular with the tourists

Could it also be because of magnetic ore inside the hill, in the center or upper part of it?

[Adrian]

Hello Melody,

I always thought that Orchids needed warmth and a lot of sun. There does not seem to be much of either one on those where you live... So I am surprised that you have so many Orchids on your "magic" Island.

Well surprised you might be, but the fact is they are here as a gift from God.

The island is an incredibly blessed and largely unspoilt place with an equally incredible history.

The weather is of secondary importance.

We even still have horse drawn trams and steam trains here

Could it also be because of magnetic ore inside the hill, in the center or upper part of it?

It could be. But it is still an interesting place. It would need to be some sort of magnet to pull a several ton bus full of tourists up a hill.

The locals, who are deeply steeped in folklore, say it is the "little people" i.e. "fay folk" of "fairies" that come out to push the vehicles up the hill.

I think it is more likely to be an anomaly of gravity.

Kind regards,

Adrian.

[melody]

Hello Adrian,

Did you ever try to bring a compass to that hill? If the needle of the compass would be affected then it might indicate the magnetic ore.

[Adrian]

Hello Melody,

Did you ever try to bring a compass to that hill? If the needle of the compass would be affected then it might indicate the magnetic ore.

No I have never done that, but I never go there these days. If I go there again I will take a compass.

Kind regards,

Adrian.

[juliainkc]

Good Morning Beloved Darrell,

I wish to say thank you for being so open and honestly sharing of what it looks like in daily living to evolve our Divine Spirit, our very essence and nature, extending into our Humanness to connect with one another.

I am deeply touched by the genuine expression of your Heart Led Intelligence here, I sense it and I know it. We so desire for our little ones to know and always remember they are connected to Divine Source because they are also Divine.

While I did not write this, it expresses so well for me, through the wise words of a Native American Elder, my Heart Space thoughts. I trust in the sharing of his words that it will perhaps bless you and all the others here by it's deep and profound meaning. It seems appropriate to share this.

The Invitation
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer (A Native American Elder)

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living,
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are,
I want to know if you will risk looking the fool for love,
for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your sorrow,
if you have been opened up by life's betrayals or
have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness and let Ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be
careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can betray another to be true to yourself;
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.

I want to know if you can faithful
and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty
even when it's not a pretty day,
and if you can source your life from God's presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
and stand on the edge of a lake
and shout to the silver light of a full moon, "Yes!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done
for the children.

It doesn't matter who you are, or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself,
and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.


In being a parent and now a grandmother, it is this powerful statement, I desire to share and express by example to my extended seeds, growing and being nurtured to reach their Highest Potential.

Love to you WithIn Divine Spirit,

Julia

[zensunni7]

Hello Julia, and everyone here.

Yes, beautifully expressed and so very appropriate to our times.

This is thread about children I think, a place of beauty and desires to make a life with them that will allow them to grow vs being ' raised ' to give them the confidences to walk their lives without the fears we instill in them in the name of tradition.

We all seem here to be willing to let honesty rule. Honesty = visibility, this is who I am, and to display our fears, success's and failures, to let those reading here see us in all our humanness and divine aspirations.
We strive here in the company of our esteemed equals to find the path to fulfillment, to be as Adrian says so well - Our Ultimate Selves. Our hearts are seasoned, our minds tested, and our bodies anxiously anticipating our full selves.
I was called elitist when I left the spiritual centers and ceased teaching meditation and its accompanying arts. I replied humbly " You bet your asses I am " and I refuse to dummy down to accommodate your ideal of the worlds people being broken, in heed of your healing, and the idea they cannot find this with their own wills.
I refuse to judge them as less than, and I am an elitist in every sense.
I believe in the wonderfully awesome privilege of being born a Human Being in this Universe.I believe myself and the Human race to the Universes finest work. Call it God, call it whatever gets you through the night, but call on it.

In my life I asked only from my children that they stand proudly and let the world know who they are, weather they agree with you or not. I must stand as tall next to them to make them confident and strong, it takes a village to raise a child.
As a youth I found my healing - its in the above story. It is easily had, miraculously awakening, and defined the touch of God so often talked of.
But did I measure up when I left those quiet woods and into mainstream life? Did all my spiritual ideals and arts make the differences I sought in a world that has no respect for any of it, did I stand strong in the face the winds of tradition willing to kill us all than change?
Not always, and I had to learn to be content knowing they saw me trying it differently, letting them see me fall, cry, and scream in utter demonic frustration.
They heard me curse the God of my forefathers, and bow to the one within, discovering worship to be a verb, not a noun, that worship of God is an interactive experience.
I have seen the ' seekers ' worshiping at the feet of all the worlds Guru's, the now millions of them. Wanting to be teachers pets, screaming to be noticed, to change the subject when they cannot offer any substance.

This is a courageous quest and one I cannot turn back and undo even after the first step is taken. It is dangerous to awaken the Secrets of the mind and bodies library's, then deny it the reality of fulfillment. I am in the company here of the most courageous Human Beings this planet has yet to witness. We say that the Universe is changing, it is approaching 2012 with speed and desire to transform, it is alive with change, and we see ourselves as witness to it, with hopes of survival, hopes of being ' enlightened ' before its arrival.
Classes, workshops, books, and teachers, all seeking to save those others, to make a difference here, and I say to you if you feel you must make a difference then you are seeing the things which you are passing judgment upon, and the people judged to be lost in ignorance, I speak from deep experience.
Perhaps this was the path of the past, perhaps one day I will return to Source, but for now I am here - Now. For Now I am bringing Source to my moment, to my children, to my grand children, to my heart, through and to theirs. Perhaps 2012 is the Universes celebration of us all, its gift to us, an honor of us.
I know life at all levels embraces the Human Being unless rejected. I know being born Human is too unique to measure in the midst of all Sources creations.
The honor that sacred Source breathed into us.
These are my children's place in my heart, and thusly in the heart of God.

WithIn Love ~

Darrell


 

[Adrian]

Dear Darrell,

Beautifully said as always.

I think it is important to keep in Mind that 2012, whether a climactic event, or simply a convenient symbolic marker for an ongoing event or series of events, should not be feared.

It is rather an opportunity to evolve and it is for each individual to accept it as such.

In LVX,

Adrian.

[juliainkc]

Good Evening Darrell,

I wish to once again, stand beside you and commune here together.

This is thread about children I think, a place of beauty and desires to make a life with them that will allow them to grow vs being ' raised ' to give them the confidences to walk their lives without the fears we instill in them in the name of tradition.

We all seem here to be willing to let honesty rule. Honesty = visibility, this is who I am, and to display our fears, success's and failures, to let those reading here see us in all our humanness and divine aspirations.

Classes, workshops, books, and teachers, all seeking to save those others, to make a difference here, and I say to you if you feel you must make a difference then you are seeing the things which you are passing judgment upon, and the people judged to be lost in ignorance, I speak from deep experience.

I sense your passion in these statements. Yes, I agree, this is a thread about children. We are children as well in the stages of adulthood. May we always Be as children in maintaining our sense of wonder in this world. We are by our daily example, guides, protectors and Lights as we continue progressing through the streaming from our childhood days and in turn hand extending to our seed after our own 'kind'.  We tend our tender plants and gardens as you have so adequately stated in this thread. We train the vine to grow to its' Highest Potential, its most beautiful bloom as we are so doing. One day, one step, moment by moment.  Sometimes a hand up, sometimes a held hand and sometimes in being held moments.

I had a burning desire to make a 'difference' in this world as I stated earlier in the beginnings of this thread. To grow not raise like cattle my children and now I am given another opportunity to participate in the growing of my grandchildren.

I did not desire to ever repeat the patterns of dysfunctional parenting passed down through my ancestral lines. So yes, I did indeed pass a judgement. I call it the sifting and sorting. The more I raise my energy, the more finer the sieve becomes until it brings Purity in my standards of living. Keep what speaks to me and leave the rest to become compost and return it to the Earth, my seedbed, while leaving the Water Streams Pure and on and on it goes, and with it the part of me that has served its purpose for the moment, alchemizing and coming round again as earth meets water, rises up and returns in its natural cycling. This is my life in motion.

Judging as in condemning another is a whole nother story. As in if you do this then you will be punished and burnt to a crisp or not measure up to the Divinity that is you. I do not adhere to this way of thinking. If this is true then your sister here would be history. I cussed my elusive God out many a times as well. Until I realized that I could not trust in a 'God' that I did not know. I know now by growing into the Trusting of myself that I recognized God Being within and I and my 'God' are One and the same in Nature. I can be no more, I can be no less.

However, not all recognize this about themselves in the same moment as another. How did we awaken to this? Could anyone 'convince' us otherwise before coming to this space of Being? It is personal and comes in it's Perfect, Divine moment. It doesn't mean one is lacking it, we can observe that one is missing it. That's where a Light can be helpful. Do we not wish to share such a wonderfully amazing and freeing realization by the way we live our lives?

Making a difference in this world to another means to me; a knock on my door. I open and look out on a dark and freezing winter's night and look upon the face of a 10 year old little boy from next door. His cheeks, nose and chin are bright red and his hands are stuffed into his jacket pockets. "Can I stay here with you, I'm freezing, I won't be any trouble, I promise, my mom isn't home and I forgot my key. I look towards his home and it is dark. " Stephen, where are your gloves?" "I lost them and mom can't get me any until payday." So I welcome him in to eat a humble dinner of pbj's on a paper plate. The lean years of early post divorce.

I look into my front room while putting away 'dinner' and see the three children sitting on the floor in Indian cross legged fashion, warm, smiling, laughing together and I sense the peace and safe feeling in their Spirit as they play a board game on my ugly shag rug carpet.

Did I make a difference or a ripple in this little boy now grown into a young man's life? What if I had told him to call someone to come and get him. People do do this. These chices made a difference in mine and my childrens lives. Kindness and compassion have always been the greatest teachers when extended in Unconditional Love. Especially when one feels like they have no where to go or nothing to hold onto any longer.

So yes, I want to be that 'kind' of difference in another's life. I want to discern or judge the difference that I am able to choose and choose well for the Highest Good of All in my life experiences. I can Ask for this if I do not know how to do this.

In 'The Invitation' the last four lines gather up the essence of a Native American Elder's Spirit expressing what I desire to example by teaching and passing onto my children and now grandchildren and that is this;

Who are you when no one else is looking? Yes, it is easy to post in a public forum and make eloquent statements and contribute to the discussions, but what do the walls of your home speak of you? What do your children see?

To thy own Authentic Self be true. We are our own daily witnesses. I cannot fool my God Self within this Human Being. Authenticlly expressing in our unique Human Beingness, God Nature. I can then recognize it in others. I can pass the practicing of this onto my growing tender shoots and live in peace with this.


Just sharing with you my Beloved Brother. I appreciate your ear.

WithIn Love, Be Well and InJoy this lovely evening,

Julia

[zensunni7]

Greetings everyone ~

I sense what we are calling ' making a difference ' is really the desire for change. My post was referring to those that assess you through negative eyes and assume your in need of their assistance to become whole and happy citizens of the universe.

Christians tend to do this, to see you as lost if you have not accepted Jesus as your personal savior, spiritual centers are a business based in the fear that you are not together enough to pass into the New Worlds gates. Although many intentions come form the heart and a sincere desire to aid the masses in the conversion of their lives and minds, it is still, in my humble opinion a goal set in the negative aspects of a person.
Healing has become a business in this country, from the doctors to the psychics ridding you of your demons, to candles that will rid your home of negative energy's for a hefty price.
Its not all deception I feel. As I said sincere hearts on both the seller and the buyer. People want a good life, a planet of peace and prosperity. We want a world our children can live on not threatened by the ' powers that be ' keeping people enslaved. This is our driving motivation I think.
We all want freedom for ourselves and our family's, for the whole world. Freedom begins with taking responsibility for ourselves and what we create in the world. Love has been the banner for decades now and its power is increasing daily, moment to moment.
Spirituality lacks only unity, religions fighting and spiritual groups all holding off unity to be the ' right ' ideal and philosophy.Too many Gurus wanting their own following instead of independence of Self. Each person is a spiritual center, a universe unto itself. When we accept our wonder and power we will see the world we desire. Not where everyone thinks and acts the same, but where the common good is the core of our actions regardless of beliefs.

Its all good.

WithIn Love 

Darrell

[Adrian]

Dear Darrell,

Beautifully stated as always.

This quote is crucial:

Each person is a spiritual center, a universe unto itself. When we accept our wonder and power we will see the world we desire. Not where everyone thinks and acts the same, but where the common good is the core of our actions regardless of beliefs.

Most people today still seek solutions to their perceived "problems" from external sources - they "go to see the doctor" etc.

My objective, as is your own and many others is to show people that the solutions to all issues will not be found in the world without, but rather Within.

In fact if people were focused within the Eternal Now, and simply "Let go and Let God" there would be no issues in the first place - only the "Kingdom of Heaven on Earth".

In LVX,

Adrian.

[zensunni7]

Hello Adrian,

Back at ya - beautifully stated as well.

Life has been so long now, focused on survival, looking ever outward for our needs to stay alive to be met. Hunting, gathering, growing, it is a difficult task it seems to refocus DNA into the internal world of ourselves for life's essences.
I am a fan of the Gospel of Thomas from the Nag Hamadi scrolls. Jesus talks of heaven being in the present moment rather than a goal to be achieved after death.

I cannot stress enough the idea of our need to elevate our perspective of ourselves.
To cease forever seeing ourselves as walking talking monkeys. To so many, looking inward and letting God is likened to saying ' believe the fairy tales '

We have always known the power of mind, look to the past and see the wonders created. Spirit is a verb, not a noun and I feel just describes / defines the motion of it all through us. Yet there has been a ruthless campaign all across history to keep the Human spirit contained and controlled.  Not anymore - we have been unleashed.
The world seems to be trying its best to control again, war, economy, oil. It is a severe situation at present. The powers creating so much havoc are seemingly attempting to destroy the natural environment, leaving only the manufactured one to rule our lives. From farming to oil, it is push to end Mother Natures rule.
Bush has no intention of leaving office, attacking Iran will cause a large scale war leaving him in office under the patriot act. Oil companies are now financing bio-fuels that are demanding the forests be destroyed to accommodate it. On and on, until we stand together globally.
Islam wants the world by violence, Christianity by economic terrorism. It is a long running war the world is sick of and from. I believe we as spiritual people and inner solution seekers are now the majority. Our lack of unity presents a different picture though, we are millions of small camps, even within religions. Tyranny always prospers in the face of apathy and division, it is why religion separates God from Humanity.
What occurs without must first occur within - so look at the worlds condition and it reflects the inner one of Humanity in general. But the world has always been viewed as a scary place, it is a new time and a new humanity, and our children will lead the way.

WithIN Love

Darrell