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[RunningDeer]

Posted by Fred Steeves (here)
"Why don't you just pull the rip cord while you're still spinning dumbass!" "Oh" I thought. (Duh) It wasn't at all easy though. It took every bit of strength I had to overcome the centrifugal force of the violent spin, and to get my right arm in enough to finally pull. Pull I did though, and next thing you know all was quiet, and all was well, save for line twists going almost all the way up to the canopy, which gave me quite the opposite spin unwinding the other way. But wow, I was alive. Amazing!

Needless to say my young man's ego was crushed, and I felt thoroughly humiliated upon landing and gathering up the chute, as my buddy Dave came running over, arm raised for the big high five, saying: "Well, did you pass?"

I’d say RIP Santos and Student, but that was in Nov. 1991. RIP Student, and welcome back SGM Matos. IMO - Lots of Warriors hiding in plain sight, with inner knowing of timely expectation and patience.

"Sergeant Major Santos Alfredo Matos, Jr. Special Operations Command Parachute Team's 1st Non-Commissioned Officer in Charge (NCOIC). SGM Matos was inducted into the United States Army Ranger Hall of Fame."

Great story Fred. You remind me of Santos.

[Arrowwind]

Posted by WhiteCrowBlackDeer (here)
Great story Fred. You remind me of Santos.

Except Fred is still with us and Santos aint. That says something I think.

[RunningDeer]

Posted by Arrowwind (here)

Posted by WhiteCrowBlackDeer (here)
Great story Fred. You remind me of Santos.

Except Fred is still with us and Santos aint. That says something I think.

My post was a compliment to Fred, and also one to Santos. And to the Warriors they are. (present tense intended)

It would not surprise me that there's a teenager old out there well protected without the label of "Sergeant Major Santos Alfredo Matos, Jr. Special Operations Command Parachute Team's 1st Non-Commissioned Officer in Charge (NCOIC). SGM Matos was inducted into the United States Army Ranger Hall of Fame.".

It is my belief that it's no accident there are more old souls here than not with the art of invisibility as one of their tools. They assist with grounding and readiness of awakening for any one open to discover whom they are and are not.

[Arrowwind]

Mary's Batteries

I will call her Mary for lack of recall of her true name as it has been over two years now since I cared for her. Mary was dying of cancer. I don’t remember what kind or where for these are not the things I tend to recall when I witness a remarkable person. These details pale when witnessing a soul in progress.

Mary was at least in her 80’s and she was still quite beautiful, although the disease had wasted her body down and there wasn’t much left. In these last days there was little pain and really very little we could do for her except to keep the ice cold water coming her way and repositioning her frail skeleton every two hours.

Mary had a devoted family but by this time most of them were weary of her long death walk. There had been treatments and failures, decisions and letting go. Now Mary was fully ready to die but the long awaited event just refused to happen and if you met her grandsons you would know why.

She had the absolutely most gorgeous grandsons, blonde and blue eyed, handsome they were, in their early 20’s. Everyday they would come to be with her and each would take a hand sitting to her right and left side. With them at her side her days were filled with comfort and joy and there seemed to be little reason to leave this earthy endeavor. Mostly, when you went in to see her she would be smiling or dosing on one or the other’s shoulder. When Mary grew too weak to sit up they increased their visit time. At night the reclining Geri chairs would be taken into the room and one grandson on each side would sleep holding her hands. It was almost like you could see the channel of life energy charging through, a human circuit made from human batteries plugged in on each side of her!

This ritual seemed to go on forever as Mary lingered week after week. She had not eaten anything for a very long time, just taking ice water which she requested frequently.

One day one of the grandsons came to me and asked why she was taking so long to pass. He thought that surely with the cancer and the lack of food she would have been gone long ago. How long could one endure under such conditions, he wanted to know?

“I can clearly see that you love her and that she loves the both of you very much. You give her great joy and a reason to be here” I told him. “Every day the both of you are here and you hold her hands. It’s just my opinion. I don’t really know anything. But I think that you may be holding her to the earth plane.” He did not respond. He became deeply pensive, thanked me for my opinion and returned to her room.

Neither of the grandsons spent that night with Mary and they decreased their visit time in the day. Her room seemed so empty without them. Mary’s spirit, I could see, folded further inward. She seemed to grow so much smaller in her bed, as if she weren’t small enough already, she seemed to almost vanish under the bedcovers. She could still bring forth a little smile and pat your hand and you could see that she was OK. In just a very short time, less than two days, she was gone.

[Arrowwind]

Posted by WhiteCrowBlackDeer (here)

Posted by Arrowwind (here)

Posted by WhiteCrowBlackDeer (here)
Great story Fred. You remind me of Santos.

Except Fred is still with us and Santos aint. That says something I think.

My post was a compliment to Fred, and also one to Santos. And to the Warriors they are. (present tense intended)

It would not surprise me that there's a teenager old out there well protected without the label of "United States Army Ranger Hall of Fame." It is my belief that it's no accident there are more old souls here than not with the art of invisibility as one of their tools. They assist with grounding and readiness of awakening for any one open to discover whom they are and are not.

and my words were not to discredit in any way... only to ponder upon.

[another bob]

Posted by Fred Steeves (here)
That was when I gave up, watching the Earth spinning ever bigger in my sight, and knowing I was going to bounce in about 30 seconds or so. That was when "the calm" came in, that almost humorous conversation I had with myself. "So this is it Fred, this is how it ends, who would have ever thunk it...It's o.k. though, leave it you to go out like this. Just hopefully it's not too messy(LOL)"

Thanks, Fred, great tale! Yes, that "calm" is a classic reaction we hear about in these near-death type experiences, and I know it well. It's like the Higher Self takes over the reins, and the human fear emotions are superseded by a deeper, vaster "knowing".

Here's one in a similar vein:


Summertime in California, early 1960s . . . If you lived down by the Pacific Ocean, you may not have known how to surf, but you certainly couldn’t help but be lured out to the beach on warm summer days. Once there, you could see thrilling visions of surf riders daring the onrushing tides, or tossed/washed off their gleaming boards in hungry curls of carnivorous snarl. In either case, the contagious excitement of taking it to the limit was just the kind of adolescent allurement that laced through many of the Top 40 tunes of the day. I was certainly not immune to the siren songs that promised fun and glory in the blue-green waves. “Everybody’s gone surfin’ . . . . surfin’ USA!”

I grew up in the Richmond District in San Francisco, adjacent to the emerald majesty of Golden Gate Park, about eight blocks up Fulton from Ocean Beach. Stretching south below the post-card Cliff House and the old Sutro Baths (incarnating as a swell skating rink at the time, now in ruins), there’s a spit of sand known as Kelley’s Cove. A short bus ride, and I was there.

First stop was at Playland concession (the deteriorating amusement park across the street from the beach) for some tasty french fries to complement the salty ocean air. From there, I shepherded my two younger brothers and sister over to the shore, down the steps of the concrete sea wall, and out to “our spot” near the pier (also now washed away). Here we sat and conducted cultural-anthropological musings about the various tribal gatherings and cliques – the “surfers” and the “greasers” – but mostly just watched in awe as the wet suited warriors rode the waves.

When it got hot enough, we’d swim out a bit, and practice “body surfing”, unconcerned with the posted warning signs about dangerous undertows in the area. The internal chemical rush from catching the right wavelet only whetted my appetite for the real thing.

I eventually acquired my own training board, as well as an ill-fitting rubbery wet suit top. I ignored the odd glances from the other passengers when I boarded the bus on the way to the beach. I had just turned 13 in June, and it was my last summer vacation before I was to enter a Catholic Seminary in the Fall, and renounce my earthly life in service to my fantasy of the saintly path.

With Beach Boy lyrics romping in my ears, I fearlessly paddled out to the big waves, and hunched up from my prone position to a sitting one, dangling my shark-bait legs in the water and feeling like I had finally arrived.

After studying the methods of the various older guys – how they chose their own individual waves, got a good start, and then climbed their boards to marry with the roll and surge of surf — I pumped up my courage and away I went!

Within seconds, I found myself buried in the wave I had challenged, minus my board, coughing salty water and being swept swiftly, helplessly — not towards the shore — but out towards Hawaii.

After the turbulence had subsided and I had regained the surface, I began a desperate, futile effort to swim against the tide, and it was now quickly dawning on me why the warning signs about the undertow were placed near this beach. I had heard stories, but of course such things only happened to other people. At 13, I was invincible –summer had just started, for chrissake! I had my whole life ahead of me!

Then panic gripped me, and I started to scream for help, but I was too far out by now to be heard, and as I tried to see the shore, I found, to my even greater panic, that the shore was no longer visible. The more I struggled, the wearier I became, and I began to realize that I could die! Yes! I could actually die out here, and, in fact, I probably would!

Then I remembered the previous summer, when I fell off my rubber tire while “tubing” a river in the Sierras. After being tossed wildly in the froth, I had grabbed onto a rock in the middle of the rapids, clinging to it for dear life. Eventually, my arms had grown too tired to hold it any longer in the force of the oncoming river. Finally I just surrendered, and soon was washed into the still pool at the foot of the white water, breathing such a sigh of relief!

There was a lesson there, and it now raced back to me. I once again had found myself in a powerless condition, and so I stretched into a floating position on my back, exhaled, and gave up the struggle. I let everything go.

It all seemed so peaceful now, and timeless. I rested in the unknown of it all. Above me, the blue sky was beginning to blaze into the light of a glorious sunset, and I had become numb to the chilly embrace of the ocean on my skin. Gradually, an older, deeper remembrance began to flood my consciousness, obliterating any lingering traces of fear, or any concern at all.

I recall nothing after that, except a kind of dreamless slumber, and then the waking up at sea. I realized that I had been carried for miles in a great arc, borne along by a Grace beyond comprehension. I was so very gently and naturally being returned to land in this lovely twilight, far down the beach from where I had embarked, and lifetimes, really, from the child who had drifted and rocked so innocently to sleep in the arms of the ocean mother.

At last I was climbing back onto the shore, and after all that had transpired, I was simply famished for french fries. As it turned out, the concession had closed by then, but it didn’t really matter. Just the hunger pangs alone were enough to make me smile.

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=gbRKfieMsdQ

[Arrowwind]

A 360 Perspective

It was winter of 93 and I was living in Redmond, Oregon in a pathetic 5th trailer with two small kids and a distant husband in the midsts of a trecherous winter. The snow was piled up to the door and sinus infection was throbbing at my head. In eight hours I was supposed to be on an airplane to Phoenix, Arizona for a workshop with my spiritual teacher, the second leg of my Red Lodge. I had just sold my grandmother's antique diamond engagement ring to cover the costs. No matter, I didn't like her anyway. This money was to help reverse some of the damage she had done to me.

But this sinus infection. The pain was becoming excruciating and I was beginning to wonder how I could endure driving to Portland on the tail end of a snowstorm and safely over Mount Hood. The pain was almost blinding and the pressure in my head felt like a tourniquet with 10 pound weights attached squeezing my eyes and brains in. I thought for sure I would die if I had to mount any physical or mental effort at all. It felt like I was losing my mind as I sat shaking from chill that would not respond to any heat or blanket or even tylenol. If I was to make it clearly there would need to be some immediate divine intervention.

I sat down with my homeopathy books and considered my symptoms, thumbed through the materia medica, consulted the repertory. Each word I read pounded in my head.

Hmm. Seems like Silica should take care of it. I was too exhausted to consider any further. If it wasn’t' silica then I would just have to die for I had no more resource to look further.

I took Silica 200c and went to bed, too weak to even consider a phone call to cancel my flight.

One hour later I awoke. My god! I felt good! I was well. It was a little miracle. I had 7 hours to get to Portland and onto the plane. Generally it could be done in four and a half but with the snow driving would be slow and I wasn’t even packed yet for the 4 day event. A rush of activity sent me to the shed to find the suitcase. Freezing cold outside but I went without a jacket without any ill effect. I truly was better! Soon I was in my car heading out. A brief stop at Grandmas to drop the kids off till John got home from work.

The snow was an issue but the Taurus does well in snow. I moved along at 45 miles an hour or so for a good part of the way. I took a quick stop at Mt. Hood for hot tea and some fuel and then on my way again to head down the mountain. Going down in snow took extra consideration and Mt Hood offered a 6% grade to keep you on your toes. I wouldn't go over 35 I decided. No plows had been seen yet. No sand on the curves.

Suddenly before I knew it the speedometer was hitting 45 just from the downhill pull. I hadn’t been using my gas since before the incline started. Oh Sh^t! Any faster and I would go careening off the road!

Ok don’t freak. Just a small tap on the brakes.
Only one small tap spun me out. I was suddenly doing 360s down the highway. OH Sh^t! Oh Sh^t ! Oh Sh^t!

In the midst of my developing panic without plan without warning without knowing how, my reality instantly changed.

I was suddenly out of my car up in the air looking down on the event below me, watching my car do spins down the mountain side.
I could even see the faces of the drivers in the oncoming traffic with sheer terror on their faces, all pulling to the right as best they could. I remember feeling exrtaordinarly calm. Merely an observer taking the events in without judgement. Without emotion.

Three spins I watched then saw a stone embankment coming directly at me. The voice said "if you want to get through this you better start taking responsibility. DO SOMETHING! DO ANYTHING!

As suddenly as I left my car I was back in with a death grop on the steering wheel wathcing the stone coming at me head on. Without consideration I turned the wheel radically.

Then next thing I knew I was going down the mountain road at about 35 miles an hour, perfectly in my lane, as though nothing had happened at all.

I started laughing for the sheer thrill and joy of what had happened! I laughed for the next 5 miles or so till I came to a place to stop. I felt the need to plant my feet on the ground.

The rest of my trip to Phoenix was without event. When I got to my destination and to my room I laid down for a while to rest up for the evening events. That’s when I started to shake. I shook for the next two days involuntarily, intermittently though out the day. Guess it was all a bit much for my nervous system but some very fine marijuana and some ecstatic dancing threw off the stress and I attained the goals of the Red Lodge in spite of the hurdles put in my way.

[another bob]

Posted by Arrowwind (here)
In the midst of my developing panic without plan without warning without knowing how, my reality instantly changed.

I was suddenly out of my car up in the air looking down on the event below me, watching my car do spins down the mountain side.
I could even see the faces of the drivers in the oncoming traffic with sheer terror on their faces, all pulling to the right as best they could. I remember feeling exrtaordinarly calm. Merely an observer taking the events in without judgement. Without emotion.

Wow, Sister! What an experience! What is it about auto accidents, eh? Although I've shared mine at this forum in another thread once before, I may drag it out and post it here tomorrow, given its similarity to what you describe. I wasn't just taken out of the car, but out of everything. Hey!

Thanks so much for that amazing story!

Blessings!

[Carmody]

Posted by Arrowwind (here)
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Suddenly before I knew it the speedometer was hitting 45 just from the downhill pull. I hadn’t been using my gas since before the incline started. Oh Sh^t! Any faster and I would go careening off the road!

Ok don’t freak. Just a small tap on the brakes.
Only one small tap spun me out. I was suddenly doing 360s down the highway. OH Sh^t! Oh Sh^t ! Oh Sh^t!

In the midst of my developing panic without plan without warning without knowing how, my reality instantly changed.

I was suddenly out of my car up in the air looking down on the event below me, watching my car do spins down the mountain side.
I could even see the faces of the drivers in the oncoming traffic with sheer terror on their faces, all pulling to the right as best they could. I remember feeling extraordinarily calm. Merely an observer taking the events in without judgement. Without emotion.

Three spins I watched then saw a stone embankment coming directly at me. The voice said "if you want to get through this you better start taking responsibility. DO SOMETHING! DO ANYTHING!

As suddenly as I left my car I was back in with a death grip on the steering wheel watching the stone coming at me head on. Without consideration I turned the wheel radically.

Then next thing I knew I was going down the mountain road at about 35 miles an hour, perfectly in my lane, as though nothing had happened at all.

I started laughing for the sheer thrill and joy of what had happened! I laughed for the next 5 miles or so till I came to a place to stop. I felt the need to plant my feet on the ground.

The rest of my trip to Phoenix was without event. When I got to my destination and to my room I laid down for a while to rest up for the evening events. That’s when I started to shake. I shook for the next two days involuntarily, intermittently though out the day. Guess it was all a bit much for my nervous system but some very fine marijuana and some ecstatic dancing threw off the stress and I attained the goals of the Red Lodge in spite of the hurdles put in my way.

You stepped out of your body to avoid the death moment. It was probably an unplanned death moment, possibly. They DO happen. chance presents..chance. Forks in the road. Most folks will get out of their body before they die, before the avatar is smucked up.

However..sometimes..the connection is too strong, or the moment is entirely unplanned most specifically..unexpected. (death from behind, explosion, sudden drowning (tsunami -while in a closed house) and other such events.

In those cases, that can be the genesis of what we like to call a ghost. For example, a HS or guide cannot step into a person and intervene directly. It is my understanding that this is not to be done.

Then there is also the point of 'everything is permitted', which you tend to hear tales about such a line being spoken by folks possibly involved in dark forces. Well...that my be true but that line says nothing about 'consequence'.

Thus, if one is stuck and can't directly 'get out' and may be about to turn into the equivalent of a tortured ghost, well...there is one who can intervene..and that is a incarnated 'human'. Remember, 'everything is permitted.' Just remember the idea of consequence, future life directions, and so on. No higher judgement, there is only responsibility to/of the self.

This book covers the problem and explains things quite nicely, but never touches on the 'rules' that I have just illustrated, regarding those specific situations. But it does cover the idea of 'ask and you shall receive'. (but as the Rolling Stones said, you may only '...get whet you need'. For all the right reasons.)

http://www.llewellyn.com/product.php?ean=9780738719351



This other book will only be of any use to you, if you are 'psychic'. If you are, it may possibly be the most hilarious book you will ever read. at the same time it helps bring perspective:
http://www.llewellyn.com/product.php?ean=9780738719610

For example, right now, I gave up smoking weed (which I do periodically), about 1.5 months ago. Immediately, the precognitive dreams begin. That I wake up knowing the details and flow of my coming day. If I'm involved, I know the day's shape and flow, the peak events and moments. Even if they are entirely unplanned, and I am there due to others involvement. Kinda like the film 'Next'. If I remain clean, as they say, it will only get stronger. Then it will cascade into knowing at all times, and all time and potentials will begin to blend together. I just have to face it and move into it, with a will (health of the avatar is a part of the issue, thus this poisoning of the environment and people, you see...). Then I will be able to speak all words of all conversations of all whom come into contact with me, before it happens, at the same time my psychic sensitivity jumps into all directions. timelines, flow, and waking visions. Then this will cascade onto being/having the ability to direct energy (why does it always seem to have to be dramatized as being nasty and scary?-unknowing human fears, that's why) or what you might call it. Fry electronics (side effect), and so on. To step inside of living people, or lost spirits, equally, as a rider or participant. Careful here! Remember....consequence. Everything is permitted, yes..but remember..consequence.

So yes, for the past month and a half, I've known what my coming day is, before it happens. I'm not sure if that is boring, or interesting. Kinda hard to tell the difference, for it is what I know, as opposed to not being of such a state. Like everything that can be experienced, it evolves into being 'normal'.

Even though I'm a scientifically minded person, Newtonian and Einsteinian logic and 3d worlds take a total crap dive in the face of that.

When you cascade the logic of that, and add in the idea of being a very thorough researcher, who is very careful to avoid confusion via devising and carrying through experiments (single cause) for decades, this puts me miles and miles ahead of those who do not understand such things. The understanding of nature and matter (3d linear sense and beyond) becomes child's play, for a start.

It is suggested by the evidence, that black ops sciences and hidden truths are well beyond such things.

For example, that 'yellowbook' as we have heard of it, from Dan Burisch, becomes a simple device to build, in some ways, and that a person who plays with it, not knowing of the word 'consequence', they would be cursing themselves if they even touch on playing with any of what they get out of it. (oh, the temptation!!) (In my estimation and knowledge, 'yellowbook' and 'looking glass' are far from being some fantastical joke. Given time, opportunity, and resources I feel I could build either/both. The danger resides in their being handled by the unaware and undeveloped)

Which may be part of the why of it being handed to 'humans' to to play with. Humans who do not understand the depths of consequence. If we had and have a group of 'humans' who think they control us, this handing of such a device to them, may have been their own curse...that they failed to recognize.

[Carmody]

For those of you whom have never read anything like this:

Now you have a problem, you see.....I've informed you.

Now you cannot say that 'you never knew'. But...don't worry, your life and it's directions are entirely your own. Both the curse...and the gift.

[ThePythonicCow]

Posted by Carmody (here)
Newtonian and Einsteinian logic and 3d worlds take a total crap dive in the face of that.

I'm not sure about the rest of your post ... but you at least got that part right .

[another bob]

Posted by Carmody (here)
Then it will cascade into knowing at all times, and all time and potentials will begin to blend together. I just have to face it and move into it, with a will (health of the avatar is a part of the issue, thus this poisoning of the environment and people, you see...). Then I will be able to speak all words of all conversations of all whom come into contact with me, before it happens, at the same time my psychic sensitivity jumps into all directions. timelines, flow, and waking visions. Then this will cascade onto being/having the ability to direct energy (why does it always seem to have to be dramatized as being nasty and scary?-unknowing human fears, that's why) or what you might call it. Fry electronics (side effect), and so on. To step inside of living people, or lost spirits, equally, as a rider or participant. Careful here! Remember....consequence. Everything is permitted, yes..but remember..consequence.

"Chasing after shadows . . . living with the ghosts"

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=8Cu5yi84ngs

[Jenci]

Posted by another bob (here)


There was a lesson there, and it now raced back to me. I once again had found myself in a powerless condition, and so I stretched into a floating position on my back, exhaled, and gave up the struggle. I let everything go.

It all seemed so peaceful now, and timeless. I rested in the unknown of it all. Above me, the blue sky was beginning to blaze into the light of a glorious sunset, and I had become numb to the chilly embrace of the ocean on my skin. Gradually, an older, deeper remembrance began to flood my consciousness, obliterating any lingering traces of fear, or any concern at all.

It seems to me Bob that you had lessons early on in life which gave you the opportunity to surrender and that really is quite ususual, I would guess. I'm also thinking about the story when you were 7 in the basement too.

So was that it in terms of learning the lesson about surrender, or was there more?

Jeanette

[another bob]

Posted by Jenci (here)
It seems to me Bob that you had lessons early on in life which gave you the opportunity to surrender and that really is quite ususual, I would guess. I'm also thinking about the story when you were 7 in the basement too.

So was that it in terms of learning the lesson about surrender, or was there more?

Jeanette

Good Day, Sister!

It seems to never end, at least as long as we occupy this particular stage. We are always being tested. There are subconscious knots of resistance and fixated programs that are not easy to access and dissolve, because they only become available for inspection when prompted by triggers that arise in the course of certain experience, such as life-threatening moments, intense relational conflict, etc.. We may go along imagining that we have cleaned house, but then something may arise to show us that we still have more work to do. When the mud flies, whatever sticks is a teacher, showing us where our path lies.

Moreover, there is something else that can be said about surrender. I once wrote:

No one knows the reason for any of this – why even make it a question? Death doesn't. The unleashed wonder of that moment is sufficient to still any speculation. This is not a metaphor -- it will be the same door opening inward that once opened out.

I am that swinging door, not knowing in from out, death from life, me from you. What is surrender? The surrender that can be done is not true surrender. Who surrenders to what? Who surrenders what?

What do I possess -- what is mine -- that I can really let go of? Where can I find any portion of myself that is ever divisible from itself, except in hallucinations of self and other?

My desire to surrender is not mine, my hopes and dreams are not even mine, my living, loving, dying is not mine, nor is any surrender mine. Being nothing myself, I am already everything. To whom shall I surrender?

I do not rise in the morning by my own will, nor do I sleep by my own power. What appears before me as world and other is never at any distance from myself, and so on what altar shall I place this pretense of submission?

Even the motive to surrender at last must be seen as arising from some subtle sense of separation. What has been given, what received, other than oneself?

The one who would surrender is the one who keeps surrender out of reach.

In the midst of the stream, I, water, bend to cup water, then offer it back to the river. The river itself flows on and on, mindless of my feeble gestures, my fantasies of surrender.


Blessings!

[another bob]

[Arrowwind]

What Love means to me

To me….

Love is relentless desire to pursue and be one with the beloved

Love is an act, an intention, a sensation, an emotion, and a gift

Love is compassion when it is easier to turn away

Love is protection to the innocent

Love is respect for another’s work, another’s dream, another’s memory

Love is giving time to listen

Love is an act of courage

Love is the ability to say no

Love is letting others grow and find their own journey and meaning to life
and being able to bless them on their way

Love is just being there silent, patient, holding the light

Love is allowing another to feel their pain,

without interruption,

Without judgment,
without denial,
without fixing
and then just holding them
When they are ready to receive

Love is silent, pervasive, determined, and bending

To me….

Love is the constant recognition of another’s humanity and the honoring of their personal plight in spiritual awakening

Love is not light, but where ever love is found within a person there is found light in the countenance

Love, when true, lasts forever.

It knows no boundary of time or space
It transcends dimensions
It is the only thing you create on this earth that you can take with you
and the only love you can take with you is that love
not which you have received from another
but rather what you have given to another
That is yours to keep.

To me….

You can give love to another but they cannot keep it
They can only keep the love that they themselves create, yet your gift of love shows them how, awakens within them their divine potential to love.

Only by loving one another can one learn to love. It comes from a leap of faith and grows though faith and fears not rejection, or any negative emotion or act

Yet love will protect the lover, for to love completely one must first love and respect themselves, nurture themselves and work to heel themselves from any injustice suffered. When one loves themselves they will be inclined to enter into events in life that are nurturing to their highest good, and at times these events are mysterious and even dangerous but love born out of faith will protect them and their souls mission. If faith is held strong there is no challenge or danger that love cannot surmount.

The knowledge and gift of love generated within must be chosen every day until the capacity for loving is fully matured. It can be forgotten, buried, lost to other passions if it is not a true and complete love that is daily nurtured

To me….

Love is selfless

Love is selfless attention to something outside of yourself
Be it another, a work, an art, a passion to create beauty within the world

Love can be given with word, intent, deed, touch, smile, eye-to-eye contact, prayer.

Love is the supreme skill, the supreme talent, and the supreme gift
Love springs forth from your knowingness of your divine nature
And can be born out of innocence, as like a child or from great endeavors, like a pilgrim in the journey across the mountains of life.
Love can be grown, nurtured, kept in the sun, Fed like a plant.
The more it is fed the greater it will grow.
Faith in your process, your journey, your inherent right of divinity strengthens your capacity to love.

To me….

Love is experienced and felt in the heart area and is deciphered by the mind

Love can shift the physiology of the body.

Love is what makes life worth living and love in action fills your days with meaning and purpose. And the more you enact love through gifting the more love you have to give.

[write4change]

I dropped out at page ten for a while because of stuff. I have spent three hours reading every word. This is what I most wanted to find at Avalon. This or something like it would have been the third thread I would have started. I am so glad that I don't have to. What I really love about this thread is not only has settled into a heart congruency but that it has done it on its own and as a natural process. This is the first time I have felt we could really come to community. I have loved all this open heart and deep felt sharing. I am now exhausted but will return with a story.

Some of the writing is just exquisite. It calls to the strength of us. I just love love love it.

[Fred Steeves]

Posted by write4change (here)
What I really love about this thread is not only has settled into a heart congruency but that it has done it on its own and as a natural process. This is the first time I have felt we could really come to community. I have loved all this open heart and deep felt sharing.

I agree write4change, this thread is turning out exactly as hoped for. Who knows what the canvas may look like when it's done, but from the looks of things so far, we ain't seen nothin yet!

All these stories have one major theme in common, living life. That's what we're here to do, ride this baby for all she's worth, and like the canvas, look back when the show's over, and marvel at what we created by being here together.

I don't have a story this go around, but I will offer up one of my favorite scenes, from my all time favorite t.v. show LOST, that illustrates this quite well.

Cheers All,
Fred

Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=FEjPryaIDaA

[Arrowwind]

kinda reminds me of that day that I awoke from a nap on the sofa to look out the window and see my 63 volkswagon bus rolling unattended down the hill backwards to land squarely between my neighbors house and garage 300 yards away... what a thrill to behold!

[another bob]

Here's another little fable for pet lovers:

From a lost chapter in the Book of Genesis: Where Dogs Come From...

Adam was walking in the garden and cried out to God, "You used to walk with me every day. Now I do not see you anymore. It is Saturday Night, but I am lonely here, and it is difficult for me to remember how much you love me."

And God said, "I will create a companion for you that will be with you forever and who will be a reflection of my love for you, so that you will love me even when you cannot see me. Regardless of how selfish or childish or unlovable you may be. This new companion will accept you as you are and will love you as I do, in spite of yourself." And God created a new animal to be a companion for Adam.

And it was a good animal.

And God was pleased.

And the new animal was pleased to be with Adam and he wagged his tail.

And Adam said, "Lord, I have already named all the animals in the kingdom and I cannot think of a name for this new animal."

And God said, "Because I have created this new animal to be a reflection of my love for you, his name will be a reflection of my own name, and you will call him DOG."

And Dog lived with Adam and was a companion to him and loved him.

And Adam was comforted.

And God was pleased.

And Dog was content and wagged his tail.

After a while, it came to pass that Adam's guardian angel came to the Lord and said, "Lord, Adam has become filled with pride. He struts and preens like a peacock and he believes he is worthy of adoration. Dog has indeed taught him that he is loved, but perhaps too well."

And the Lord said, "I will create for him a companion who will be with him forever and who will see him as he is. The companion will remind him of his limitations, so he will know that he is not always worthy of adoration."

And God created CAT to be a companion to Adam.

And Cat would not obey Adam.

And when Adam gazed into Cat's eyes, he was reminded that he was not the supreme being.

And Adam learned humility.

And God was pleased.

And Adam was greatly improved.

And Dog was happy.

And Cat didn't give a sh*t one way or the other.