Sunday 5 july 2009
7
05
/07
/Jul
/2009
14:31
Peace is … Light comes… in this great world of incomparable beauty, with blissfulness
bestowed on me, I walk, breathe, contemplate, I feel overwhelmed with intense joy and the impulse to give, help and create … I can hear the voice of those weeping and calling. All this suffering
because we have lost the living link to the Divine within us... But so simple to retrieve it; it is there in every moment, in our Heart, with all the answers, comforting, tender and peaceful… But
so many souls do not have their sacred space, their blessed land, their family domains where conscious awareness can arise within them, the awareness of our mission as co-creators with the
Divine, and the blissfulness of contemplating this Creation… This was taken from us by the forces of darkness, always looming in the shadows, waiting for a moment of weakness, doubt or fear…
Great strength is within Man, all power, everything has been given from the very beginning, with no other obstacle than our own erroneous thought… but here, now, clarity is all encompassing,
thought is pure, strong, and the world is coming back to life… Together, we can retrieve our blessed motherland, protect it for the children of our children, rebuild a family united in our
ancestors and future generations, on this small piece of paradise we have built, with our thoughts, with our written words, acts, speech and lives… Supreme truth, blessed thought, soul of
the world… I love and thank you. May all sincere beings, dedicated to goodness, overcome darkness once and for all, may all those who live in darkness leave for the dimensions now meant for them…
so it is!
Peace is… Light comes… joy, beauty bestowed on me, I walk…
I am…
By Blue Eagle
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Monday 1 june 2009
1
01
/06
/Jun
/2009
15:00
In the dark, mysterious magical morning, the mist rises from the soil in
large, slow careful curls… the air is filled with water smells… the world, in dreamsome numbness, ignores the greyish light starting in the east.
Now, the sky clears, a bird chirps a timid hello… and soon they are all celebrating the rising day!
All has been washed down by yesterday’s heavy rains.
The sun is shining on a bright, fresh, new world… its sublime rays are like columns of light appearing between the clouds and trees, designing an immense cathedral of surrealistic beauty, highly
surpassing the finest masterpiece.
This one is animated, moving and changing at every moment, with subtle fragrances, grandiose shades of light, continuous music and ever changing texture.
My bare feet are delighted with the lick of the watery grass, cleansing me of the night's heaviness.
I feel as if the rest of my life is dawning, sensing that everything, really everything is possible.
Thus it is, since here, in this wondrous cathedral, Great Spirit is now holding my hand…
By Blue Eagle
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Sunday 3 may 2009
7
03
/05
/May
/2009
14:57
The light of dawn fills the
sky with bird songs!
The songs are contemplative,
not yet the joyful songs of the days’ activities.
Everything is very quiet and
clean after the drizzle that fell during the night.
The flower buds have opened
on the trees and certain flowers are waiting to greet the sun. We feel that this day will be intense, filled with life and growth.
Nevertheless, now, everything
is quiet, the sun has not risen above the mountain and yet all Nature is posed for this fertile and vibrating spring Sunday …
I feel my garden is going to
receive much attention today!!
By Blue Eagle
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Wednesday 15 april 2009
3
15
/04
/Apr
/2009
12:10
This morning, before dawn, I was out working.
The earth was frozen.
I spent a long time tending the land.
When it was nice and warm again in the sun, around 8, after my work,
I sat down on the ground to rest and admire nature around.
Suddenly, I could smell an onion-like scent.
I looked, and there, just next to the snow, was some small chive.
Yesterday still, snow had covered the place where it was growing.
Its first sprouts came as soon as the first rays of the sun touched the earth.
It was tasty.
I ate two small blades, but they are still pleasant deep in my throat, and the scent is persisting.
By Blue Eagle
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