For World Peace: Kitaro Performing in Nara, Japan at the Yakushiji Temple in 2001

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The Big One

All in the family

Structure is important.  Structure is what is necessary to hold things together.   The foundation of a house is structure; government is structure in that it guides us and keeps things together and under control; the human body is structure in that it covers and protects our vital organs; Human beings have structure which are a home, a family, a belief in a higher power.  When structure starts to crumble we begin to see the results.  Governments lose sight of whom they are serving and begin to accumulate massive amounts of debt leading to default and a loss of respect;  homes are foreclosed upon, families break up and children are hauled off to the state; we neglect the body and it begins to break down and suffer disease.  This loss of structure is all around us.  There is another underlying principle which also contributes to structure's malaise.  It is called squander.  We squander money; we squander opportunity; we squander relationships; we squander time; This aspect of what we're capable of can lead to very serious and long term consequences.  The universe is not some random throw down.  It is structure with laws and the results of our action/inaction if we choose to ignore them.  "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.  Do not cheat on your spouse.  Children, respect and obey your parents.  Thou shalt not steal.  Do not covet your neighbor's property".  We are in a meltdown.  We have recklessly and consciously abandoned a path.  We made a decision to rebuke structure and strike out on our own believing that we didn't need any rule or spiritual law to guide us as we were our own little gods.  As a result we now watch helplessly while the  prideful, insatiable and depraved appetite of countries, governments and human beings continue to wrack the planet.  There is a saying, "Pride goes before a fall".  We are headed for a fall and it is going to be a Big One.  And we will only have ourselves to blame.   

The Awakening

A dazzling fractal of stars forms a blanket over my head
Old friends who whisper, "one day you will find your way
  back to us."
The stirring of brittle brown leaves
  makes me weep
Once succulent, green and full of life
  they now lie discarded at my feet
The air is cold and crisp and biting
I pull my jacket close around me, inviting
Listening to my Telepath
I move along the well-trod lath
Up ahead lies a looming forest
Mysterious, deep and dark
It holds no fear for I know its bark
Many magical and wondrous things have
  happened here
Elves and Gnomes, Faeries and Sprites
  gather here all in the pale moonlight
This is a dense, deep, dark hidden realm
One that I know and oh, so well
Giggles and shouts of merriment and laughter
All gather here to meet with Enchanter
Mimicking and whistling they spin a new rhyme
Out of shadows steps enigmatic French Mime
Ivy and holly and mistletoe, too
All intertwined in the stately tall yew
The sweet morning dew that blankets the floor
In the morn we awake to hoarfrost and explore
What have the Urals to say?
Did they see many on their way?
The dancing lights
The many small people
Who soar around the tall, tall steeple
They live far away
They visit us often
Many are they from
am Rhein Ludwigshafen

One of Our Most Precious Resources

Children--so loving, so trusting, so uninhibited, so new, so untarnished, so untouched.  Most parents are good parents, kind, loving and nurturing.  But there are those who haven't gotten to first base yet when it comes to the realization that it is an exacting and awesome responsibility to first create a child and then learn how to buckle down and take care of it.  Today while sitting in the parking lot at Home Depot, I watched a young father and his young son (maybe six or seven) as they walked to his truck.  The father had some materials in his hand and the young boy was helping him.  Just like clockwork the two walked side by side.  When they reached his truck the young boy instantly reached out to open the door for the father without even waiting to be told to do so.  It was a "trust" thing that was taking place between them.  The boy had grown to trust the father and to anticipate when he would need a little bit of help.  Then he just stood there patiently waiting for his next command.  Children are so trusting, so loving, so knowing.  Then why does one segment of the population vote to abort these helpless creatures?  Why is it that we don't label this monstrosity child genocide?  Even worse, how is it that some human beings only want to use them for their own personal and depraved satisfaction?  

Wisdom's Child

What is an Empath? 

She is a lovely garden walkway; a dancing dragonfly; soft murmurs of pine trees in a deep forest; whispering willows; boiling clouds and rolling thunder; flower filled meadows; granite cliffs; a soft hush; a gentle rain; a baby's sigh; honey and vinegar; chocolate and vanilla; salt and pepper; a summer breeze; anguished cries; cold, hard rain; joy and hope; sadness and sorrow; solemn; darkness and light; coy and shy; angry;  patient; impudent and humble; teetering-unwavering; lost and found.

She is all these things because she is all these things. 
Wisdom's Child
One with the Universe
Content with her Knowledge
Imbuing Hope
Spreading Sunshine

She knows that Life is only Temporary; That she will travel this road again; Next time, she will be better prepared for the challenges she has chosen, on Behalf of the All 

Letter From a Young Man During the American Revolutionary War

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It's been another long and arduous day," he wearily thought, sitting at his desk with head in hands.  A young man, with tattered cream colored shirt and stockings to match, grey blue breeches, rubbed his hands and legs together, trying to keep warm. The heavy glass panes were covered in frost and the cold winter air emanated off the panes, swirling around him. He blew on his mittened hands and watched his breath crystalize into a white vapor. Just a short distance away a wooden split rail fence crisscrossed down a meandering road, marking the long road into town. The road was lined with majestic tall oaks. Now it was getting late in the day. The sun was barely to be seen, just a brilliant white starry light moving slowly among the branches of the furry pines and peeking out, every so often. Snowflakes were making their way through the air, settling softly on the oak leaves that covered the grass. Soon it would be time to light the lamps. His soft brown hair askew, he hastily pulled it back with a dirty piece of linen he found in his pocket.  "There is no time in which to do anything anymore with any measure of diligence", he thought.   As he lowered his head and continued to write, a small lock of unruly hair dangled wildly in front of his eyes. Patiently he pushed it back and secured it where it belonged.  He took to his writing once more. "My Dear and Most Consummate Friends, as you are well aware my Beloved Wife and Companion of many years, hath just this week, passed away. It was not without warning, as she hath lain ill for many days. Our youngest, Todd, hath not taken kindly to this circumstance and I hath found him on more than one occasion, not wanting to be comforted by me but, instead, pushing me aside.  My other two children, Emily and Dottie, are coping as best they can and, I am certain, in their own way. I hope is this arduous event will not linger much longer as I am growing very weary of the Toll being exacted.  But I believe that even in the midst of extraordinary events, the good Lord hath His own timetable and therefore I must be stout of heart not only for my children but for other reasons, as all of us are painfully aware of.  May The Good Lord help me with my own grief and that of my children.   As to our meeting the other eve, it meant much to me to be with you, my friends, all of whom it seems are in very calamitous situations and anguished and brokenhearted as to what they see befalling their country.  One cannot help but feel that God Almighty hath turned on us and wrested what little strength and resilience we were endowed with.   Comfort,  all around, is sore to be found, Sometimes I am faint of heart and sometimes even have doubted as to how this situation we find ourselves in, can be remedied. I am ashamed to say that I hath even argued with and lashed out at Him and then in a drunken stupor, fallen on my bed in such a frightful stage, unable even to comfort or be comforted, all the while trying to keep my sobbing quiet so that my dear ones are not privy to my mournful dirges. Yet when morn awakes me, I am somehow liberated, somehow different.   I feel stronger and more resolute, more direct in my being and in my heart. But, Lord I ask You, how much more? How much more shall Thee exact from us?  How much more shall Thee place upon us? Were it not for you--my companions, there would be much more despairing. So much so I could not last but one more day. Did we bring this upheaval upon ourselves or did we do something to God to awaken the Almighty's anger against His Creation? My head throbs yet answers are not forthcoming.  I do believe, that in time, they will come.  At our last meeting we at least laid out some topics for discourse and the recourse before us as well to agreeing to certain things.  We shook hands and there was a bit of uplifting of Spirit among us. I felt we did indeed make some progress. We hath certainly met on many an occasion, and some close to a ruinous one what with the British Loyalists and their spies and troops nearby! But last eve I felt a true Spirit of Kinship with Thee, My Brethren,in that we have truly become a "Band of Brothers." Brothers All united in spirit and with one belief....to see that This Tyrant King and his feudal lords are no longer able to do as they wish, when they wish--To crush and assail us at every occasion! To steal our livestock, raze our fields, despoil our women, tax us into oblivion, kidnap and torture our young men and sail them to England where they're cruelly and injustly imprisoned.  Enough of This!  The chains of bondage hath never felt so binding. The King's noose has never been tighter!  As Free Men we must not let this go on any longer. We are obligated to G-d, Country and to One Another that we cannot let this go on any longer.  I know that there are others who are meeting, just as we, in distant, hidden locations, reflecting on what they are seeing happening .  I know because I hath met with them and they all feel the same as You and I.  Yet one question they raise which I believe must be pondered very deeply......What price Liberty? What price Freedom? What price are we willing to pay to dislodge this despot and his minions and remove this tyrant's yoke from around our necks? When I look at my children and see the fear in their eyes, their hollow looks, when I am unable to provide earnestly for them I think of my deceased wife, and her very last words to me.....'you must not give up, Ethan, as you will find a way, all you need do is fall down on your knees and to Him you must pray. After much deep reflection, I believe that we hath our solution. The answers we seek to our situation do not always come when we want them too but if we continue to be forthright, stout of heart and earnestly seek after Him, they will come and none too soon".

The large and spacious room was filled with men.  A European tapestry graced one wall and two floor to ceiling windows with panes and heavy, faded blue drapes looked out upon a small courtyard with a narrow cobblestone pathway that meandered below the windows and past the building into a small gathering area.  

Tobacco smoke curled lazily up into the air as men huffed and puffed, some men sitting in high-backed floral chairs chairs or standing silently in corners with one hand behind their back, observing quietly.  Some were staring out the window at the townspeople busily walking by. There was an air of resignation, even stoic, perhaps.   The hard well worn, wooden floor creaked and echoed noisily and loudly reverberated throughout the room as heavy boots walked to and fro.  The front door squeaked on its rusty hinges as it opened and closed, letting in more and more men.  A long wooden table with candles on either end was in the middle of the room.  There was a pewter pitcher and ladle on one end along with a fine amount of Rum and a sizeable amount of ale.  A small spittoon was next to the table. Several soldiers with swords in scabbards were hunched over, busily engaged in going through what appeared to be maps and other documents.   Powdered hair had been hastily pulled back and secured with fragments of linen.      

This was a beleaguered group of men as I watched them enjoy comradeship and the waning hours of the day.  They were obviously very privy to and had experienced much deprivation and hard fighting.

There were tall men, short men, large men, small men, robust men, pompous men, hardened men, dowdy men, dandies, quiet men, nervous men, boisterous men.

There was a lot of man talk going on, with laughter and sneezes, belches, chewing, guffaws, wheezing, sniffling, snorting, spitting, shuffling, hand gestures and farts.

Outbursts of raucous laughter echoed from one end of the chamber to the other.  Here and there a pewter cup would smash down on a table as one man would attempt to make a point or out talk the other.

Rum and ale was flowing profusely as stalwart men wiped their mouths with the back of their hands and held their pewter cups high, toasting each other and to their few accomplishments, enjoying a few spare moments of peace.

One gentleman, in particular caught my attention as he sat quietly in the corner, his countenance one of brooding as his bushy eyebrows seemed to knit together in deep thought, an ornately turned wooden cane with the top of it looking like the head of a canine, resting against his leg.

The light from the tall windows was fading, and one could feel the cold air seeping into the room and into bodies, giving a somber feeling to the festivities as jovial talk turned to more pressing matters at hand.

Darkening shadows started creeping across the floor.

A large stone hearth was at the far end of the room ablaze with a robust fire, glowing and crackling with sparks shooting up and out.  Every so often a gentleman would dance a little ditty as he quickly moved away, dusting embers off his coat sleeve.

The old gentleman watched all the goings on, unwavering in his position with utmost authority, taking it all in as if he were natural born to the ordained role he was meant to play in this war during this Life's short tenure.

He was steady as they go, his white hair falling in soft fronds around a ruddy face, indicative of his ability to enjoy and imbibe with the best of them, his eyes a brilliant teal blue as they observed everything going on while he contentedly sucked on his stubby cigar, one hand resting comfortably on the chair's padded arm.

If I didn't know better, I would think I was observing Benjamin  Franklin.

All he needed were those spectacles perched on the end of his nose.

There were a group of six or seven men standing around him, talking quietly with one another, tall and slender with calloused hands, good looking with a demeanor of considerable insight and no stranger to hardship, resolute in their beliefs.  They were his comrades, his buddies, friends and confidants.

Upon further inspection I spied the gentleman's tricorne hat with a pink cocade.  It had been pushed aside where it was not easily seen.

"Hmmm", I murmured silently, "this is a gentleman of some import".

About that time a tall and lanky lad entered the room.  He appeared gaunt and was slow to walk.

Behind him was a small child who held tightly onto his hand.    

The lad looked about the room and acknowledging an acquaintance with the tip of his hat, made his way slowly toward where he was standing.

Handshakes and greetings all around as the lad happily embraced his friends while the little girl, holding on to his shirt, determined to hide behind him.

A Revolution of Light and Life

May 25, 2011.
Thought Adjuster.
Subject: “Never before in the History of this World.”

Thought Adjuster: “You are at the threshold of a spiritual epidemic. The awakenings of this era have no parallel with anything in the history of this world. Many times in the past the movements toward progress were abruptly terminated by the rebellion and its consequences. No more. Now the forward momentum is provided from on High and the sovereignty of Michael in your universe is complete, with His authority to adjudicate immediately any wrong-doing or confusion. Spiritual progress will not be stopped this time, except by the decisions of your own free will.

“A true revolution is never the result of the efforts of one person only. It could start by a small group of men and women that starts spreading an idea that becomes contagious because of the amount of truth it contains and the benefits that arise from its application. The ideas of the paternity of God, the brotherhood of man, and universal citizenship, are not new to this world, however, they have never been put into practice nor seriously and honestly considered by the inhabitants of this world.

“Many religious leaders from the past and the present have gained notoriety by expressing their ideas about love and equality, but their lives do not exhibit the fruits of the spirit. These are the leaders who despise and see as strangers those who think differently, or perhaps ask too many questions. Their mouths speak of love but true love did not as yet enter their hearts.

“New spiritual leaders must have the courage to live the life they preach. They should have a true desire to live the will of God and be the best they can aspire to be. In this way their preaching will be done by example, by their lives, their relationships with their peers, not by their words. This is the only way others can feel true love instead of just hearing about it, observing its effects in lives consecrated to truth, beauty and goodness.

“The spiritual leaders of the future will be able to overcome the apparent differences between human beings and transcend the lines of religions and ideologies, because truth can’t be contained and restrained any longer. These exemplary and exceptional lives, from an eternal point of view, will be the weight that will incline the scales towards the beginning of a revolution of light and life in this world.

“Those who are inspired to guide their siblings through the path of self-discovery will do well to remember that they are also students on the path, even when they are working as teachers, because truth is always relative, especially when viewed from your limited mortal point of view. The journey of growth in eternity will open the gates for greater realization, but it is here, in this world, where your spiritual embryo is created, to eventually grow to perfection by the co-creative contributions of man and God.”
© The 11:11 Progress Group.