Month: June 2018

The Perfect Remedy For All Ill Will

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The Perfect Remedy For All Ill Will

It is the sum total of all of Humanity’s actions and thoughts that brings into being, whatsoever light or darkness there is. Thus the maximum Harmony and Beauty that the Earth Plane receives depends on each one of us.

Some have larger and some have smaller gardens to attend to. This represents each one-s capacity and limitations. Yet each one has a garden, and each one’s garden is their own responsibility.. No one is expected to individually heal this world.  Each one is instead continuously asked, and offered, the possibility of keeping our individual Gardens filled with Harmony, and growing in Love and Beauty.

As we are in process of developing into our fullness, we all make mistakes. These mistakes injure us, leaving scars upon our minds and our Hearts. And as these scars increase in number, our personal garden tends to becomes darkened. For example, when we look at the lives of those who have committed horrific crimes, we can easily see this darkening process manifesting in their world: Things go from bad to worse. Yet we mostly fail to notice our own responsibility—that of bringing either light or darkness into our world—through diligently working to keep our own garden Light-filled.

Fortunately, prayer and repentance can thoroughly weed our garden, casting all harm—which has been sown and grown, from both the darkness in the world, and our lack of careful weed pulling—into the winds. In this Way prayer and repentance cleanse and refresh the ground of our consciousness and our hearts.

These are practices that the Sage and the Saint perform each day. For it is through the work of prayerful contemplation, of our lives and actions, that even the most overgrown and neglected gardens becomes weeded and ready to receive our good seed, planted underneath the Sunlight of the Most High—which as we know, is the perfect remedy for all ill will..

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John the Baptist, His Birth Story, June 24th

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John the Baptist was a Jewish Prophet. His birth is remembered on June 24th

John’s birth story is very interesting. I am including it here for those who may not know it. Many ordinary people spoke with angels in those days. Today angels still appear as helpers, yet people do not usually feel safe speaking about their encounters, or they think it was just their imagination. Yet why do we think the the Most High’s close ones would come only to those living thousands of years ago and not today? Certainly people in traditional cultures throughout the world still believe that these encounters are possible, and that they happen very often. Why have we lost this ability in our ‘modern’ world? Even to talk about it as a possibility is laughable. So enjoy this story and think about this: Those who believe in angels and even pray to them are accepted in our society. But those who claim to actually see angels are not at all accepted. So strange, right? Angel visitations are throughout the ancient texts. This one is a wonderful example.

The Birth of the Venerable and Glorious Prophet John the Baptist’ is held on June 24th. 

St. John has two feast days in the Roman Catholic Church.  The first,  June 24, acknowledges his birth.  The second, August 29, commemorates his death. Centuries ago, as Christianity spread through France, celebrations for the summer solstice merged with Saint John the Baptist’s birthday. Now his birth is celebrated on the 24th of June

The Birth of John the Baptist is Foretold

When Herod was king of Judea, there was a Jewish priest named Zechariah. He was a member of the priestly order of Abijah, and his wife, Elizabeth, was also from the priestly line of Aaron. Zechariah and Elizabeth were righteous in God’s eyes, careful to obey all of the Lord’s commandments and regulations. They had no children because Elizabeth was unable to conceive, and they were both now too old.

When Zechariah was serving with his division of priests in God’s presence, he was chosen by lot to go into the sanctuary of the Lord and burn incense, according to the custom of the priests. And the entire congregation of people was praying outside at the time when the incense was burned.

An angel of the Lord appeared to him, standing at the right side of the incense altar. When Zechariah saw him, he was startled, and fear overwhelmed him. But the angel told him, “Stop being afraid, Zechariah, because your prayer has been heard. Your wife Elizabeth will bear you a son, and you are to name him John. You will have great joy,d and many people will rejoice at his birth, because he will be great in the Lord’s presence. He will never drink wine or any strong drink, and he will be filled with the Holy Spirit even before he is born. He will bring many of Israel’s descendants back to the Lord their God. He is the one who will go before the Lorde with the spirit and power of Elijah to turn the hearts of parents to their children and the disobedient to the wisdom of the righteous, and to prepare the people to be ready for the Lord.”

Then Zechariah asked the angel, “How can I be sure of this, since I am an old man, and my wife is getting older?”

The angel answered him, “I am Gabriel! I stand in the very presence of God. I have been sent to speak to you and to announce this good news to you. But because you did not believe my announcement, which will be fulfilled at its proper time, you will become silent and unable to speak until the day this happens.”

Meanwhile, the people kept waiting for Zechariah and wondering why he stayed in the sanctuary so long. But when he did come out, he was unable to speak to them. Then they realized that he had seen a vision in the sanctuary. He kept motioning to them but remained unable to speak. When the days of his service were over, he went home.

After this, his wife Elizabeth became pregnant and remained in seclusion for five months. She said, “This is what the Lord did for me when he looked favorably on me and took away my public disgrace.”

Mary Visits Elizabeth

Later on, Mary set out for a Judean city in the hill country. She went into Zechariah’s home and greeted Elizabeth. When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the baby jumped in her womb. Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit and she loudly exclaimed, “How blessed are you among women, and how blessed is the infant ino your womb! Why should this happen to me, to have the mother of my Lord visit me? As soon as the sound of your greeting reached my ears, the baby in my womb jumped for joy. How blessed is this woman for believing that what was spoken to her by the Lord would be fulfilled!”Now Mary stayed with Elizabethr about three months and then went back home.

The Birth of John the Baptist

When the time came for Elizabeth to have her child, she gave birth to a son. Her neighbors and relatives heard that the Lord had shown his great mercy to her, and they rejoiced with her.

On the eighth day they went to circumcise the child. They were going to name him Zechariah after his father, but his mother said, “Absolutely not! He must be named John.” Their friends told her, “None of your relatives has that name.”

So they motioned to the baby’s father to see what he wanted to name him. He asked for a writing tablet and wrote, “His name is John.” And everyone was amazed.

Suddenly, Zechariah could open his mouth, his tongue was set free, and he began to speak and to praise God. Fear came over all their neighbors, and throughout the hill country of Judea all these things were being discussed. Everyone who heard about it kept thinking what had happened and asked, “What will this child become?” because it was obvious that the hand of the Lord was with him.

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photo: St. John the Baptist, “Only One Creator,” was painted by Leonardo da Vinci during 1513 to 1516, it is believed to be his last painting. This is an oil painting on walnut wood. The original size of the work was 69×57 cm. It is now exhibited at the Musée du Louvre in Paris, France.

We Come to Pray

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We Come to Pray

During repentance, we come face-to-face with our harmful actions: We feel pain and guilt, sorrow and regret. Yet we know we are on the right path when we experience a deep cleansing of our heart, and conscience:

At a certain time and place 

we come to pray.

We know why we are here: 

it is to ask,

to beseech the Most High 

to forgive us.

Yet we have come 

not only to pray,

but with a deep need to cry, 

to cleanse.

Opening our hearts

in this private place and time,

with the Most High our only witness,

our tears begin to flow 

unchecked,

washing and emptying us 

of everything

but a deep longing 

for forgiveness,

and the absolute expectation 

of acceptance.

And sometimes, in the emptiness 

that follows our tears,

if we are lucky, a peaceful 

Presence enters our room.

Gently it quiets our heart, comforting us 

as surely as a mother’s loving embrace.

And in this tender place and time 

we are often shown

what we need to do—

to make right,

our portion, 

of the wrong. 

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Happy Father’s Day–The Secret of Life

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FROM ALL OF US CHILDREN!!

Here are some of Your the many roles of a Father that we are thankful for:

Idol with the heart of a warrior, who will always protect our family 

Guide helping us to rise up, and showing us how to fall 

Teacher

Healer of our hurts

Story teller

Confidant

A hand to hold 

Giver of rules and great hugs

Life coach

Cheer leader who loves us always, whether we win or loose

Breadwinner 

Best friend, forever and ever

For all of this and more,

THANK YOU!! 

Listen to a Father’s Good Advice: The Secret of Life == https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yHWHPPHpAj8

One

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One

You shall know the Truth, and the Truth shall set you free.

Every Honor-bound Messenger has carried Truth, has spoken Truth.

Every song they have sung, to all people

in the procession of Earthly time and experience,

asks us, guides us all—to Be Love,

to be living representatives of the One Source of Life—

 

All of the prayers, from all lips

throughout the whole world,

are prayed to that One.

 

All harm done to anyone

is done to that One

 

All Beauty and Love given to anyone

is given to that One

 

Flesh that is wounded on anyone

has wounded that One

 

Kindness given to anyone, or anything at all,

is given to that One

 

Words of hatred spoken to anyone

are spoken to that One

 

Plots to destroy, and all destruction,

destroy a part of that One

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Beautiful works of art and architecture

are created for the enjoyment

of that One

 

And all that has ever existed is One—

with-in the One Breath, of the Only One.

This is Truth.

 

And when we have ears to hear this

and when we can realize this Truth,

 

Our thoughts and actions

and our very lives will be in harmony,

 

With the Holy Messengers and Saints

of the Ever-Living One.

 

 

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The Eternal Wheel of Life

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The Eternal Wheel of Life

With an unobstructed view one can

clearly see all Souls in motion—

each traveling with their chosen flock

upon one spoke

one Golden Ray

of the Grand Mandala of the Universe.

All Souls thus journey with the Most Supreme,

the All-in-All

Who, residing in the center as a blazing Sun,

endlessly preserves all Souls

on Rays of Love and Light,

as together they traverse the Empyrean,

riding upon the Eternal Wheel of Life.

 

 

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Remembering Chief Seattle – June 6, 1866

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Born 1780, Died June 6, 1866
“CHIEF SEATTLE’S 1854 ORATION” 

AUTHENTIC TEXT OF CHIEF SEATTLE’S TREATY ORATION 1854

Excerpt: This article appeared in the Seattle Sunday Star on Oct. 29, 1887, in a column by Dr. Henry A. Smith.

A few more moons, a few more winters, and not one of the descendants of the mighty hosts that once moved over this broad land or lived in happy homes, protected by the Great Spirit, will remain to mourn over the graves of a people once more powerful and hopeful than yours. But why should I mourn at the untimely fate of my people? Tribe follows tribe, and nation follows nation, like the waves of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless. Your time of decay may be distant, but it will surely come, for even the White Man whose God walked and talked with him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all. We will see.

Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished. Even the rocks, which seem to be dumb and dead as the swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with the lives of my people, and the very dust upon which you now stand responds more lovingly to their footsteps than yours, because it is rich with the blood of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch. Our departed braves, fond mothers, glad, happy hearted maidens, and even the little children who lived here and rejoiced here for a brief season, will love these somber solitudes and at eventide they greet shadowy returning spirits. And when the last Red Man shall have perished, and the memory of my tribe shall have become a myth among the White Men, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children’s children think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway, or in the silence of the pathless woods, they will not be alone. At night when the streets of your cities and villages are silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled them, and still love this beautiful land. The White Man will never be alone.

space.gif Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless. Dead, did I say? There is no death, only a change of worlds.*

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Our Union With Purity

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Our Union With Purity

The Innermost state of ‘Union with Purity’ is available to all of humanity, regardless of country, ideology, or religious choice. We all know this is our commonality—the ground wherein all differences cease between the members of our world family — 

Our Union with Purity is an experience no carnival ride can match. How could anyone be satisfied with what humanity has created for pastimes, if they have once experienced a true taste:

Of the sounds of a bubbling brook

as it rushes along

through sun and through shadow

in a dappled-green forest,

while we stand—watching and waiting

all senses alert, hoping only

for a chance to spy

dashing along the clear, rocky bottom

the quick, freedom flight

of a red-spotted trout

as it swiftly swishes past

with no care in the world—

for anything.

And the instant we see her,

all thoughts fly away

and the presence of awe

becomes all

that we know—

of life.

 

 

 

In Wisdom’s Light, A Message of Peace For All People, Vol. I, Emi Miller

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