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War & Grief

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That fateful night, as I held the cooling body of my best friend, my heart breaking and tears streaming, the primitive part of me wanted to run out and pulp the dogs with any blunt object I could find.

Then I hear her beautifull voice saying quietly “No.  That is war on a microcosmic level.  To have peace you have to be peace.”  This statement was followed by a wave of love, and of course more tears as I knew the truth of her words.

I still fight the urge now and then, when the dogs break into one of their barking frenzies and I feel donkey-kicked in the gut, the memory still raw and vivid.
War is not the answer.  It will not solve anything.  It will not take away the pain.  It will not bring her back.  Every day I’m trying my best to honor her memory and the love we shared by being peace.

So I allow the tears to flow.  I allow myself to grieve like I have never allowed myself before.  Without time restraints, and silencing the voices in my head telling me to pull myself together;  that I should be done with it by now, and not caring what anyone else thinks.  I am aware that I am grieving also for the future moments we didn’t get to have, and the memories we never will have a chance to make.

But this I know; if we, humanity, could say no with as much integrity as Miaowser showed me, the world would become a very different place.  Because there is no aggression in her boundary, an inarguable no.  Centered, in focus, the unassailable truth.
There will be no war.
There can’t be, if we don’t want to fight.  It can not come from screaming NOOOOOO! fuelled by anger or rage.  It has to come from a No.  Period.
Sure, there will be a few young people who do go, but they will do so for their own reasons, spanning from fear, via rage to tales of glory.  And they will find their own way to lay down those weapons and say enough of this.

War was the old paradigm.  Let it go.  Let it be.  It is not the way forward.
The glorification of violence have got to stop.
Be peace.
purr Miao

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Selfless acts of love (16 April 2013)

This is what I wrote after hearing about the recent bombings. I chose not to post it at the time. I changed my mind. Here it is.

earth we are all one

I admit it, I’m usually the first to look for a cover up or conspiracy when something like what recently took place in Boston occurs. What scandal needs covering up or what laws want amendment or passing on the sly? I’m not saying that someone or some organisation might not try and take advantage of the situation and try and do something dastardly for their own gains while the people is still reeling from this latest event. Don’t raise to the bait.

Let us grieve our friends, family etc in peace. In Peace. Don’t give that up or away. Don’t turn against other humans. Don’t go where rage and anger lives. Don’t listen to the media. Refuse to join in another mans cause*.

This time, at this point, when I ”look” for energetic traces I can honestly say I don’t feel any. All I Can see is a bunch of beings (or rather their souls) getting together and co-creating an event we view as deeply tragic in 3d. The intent being pulling people together and opening up hearts. It sounds like they succeeded. What I’m saying is that it was not orchestrated by some dark entity. And even if you think it was, the dark-workers ultimately serve the light too.

So don’t play into the hands of those who wants to make it about us and them. Don’t make it about some place else. It’s about souls helping other souls. Sacrificing their bodies of this incarnation to help those around them in a dramatic way, just like soldiers have laid down their lives for friends and family, sorry, their country…

Please receive it as the selfless act it was given. Allow your hearts to open and freely give and receive love in this challenging time. I repeat, Don’t make it about us and them. Make it about opening to love and each other. Us. We, One people, one planet.

People do not want war. Governments sometimes do. Guess who gets to do the fighting.

If told ”you’re not patriotic enough” don’t listen. It’s not a sin. I’m pro-peace and pro-people. Patriotism is a way of sneaky emotional blackmail riding on the ”not enough” train, a way of turning it into ”us” and ”them” again and look where that has got us? It’s a tried and tested way to get You to succumb to another’s bidding, socially accepted bully tactics.

Before you write this off as idealistic waffling I’ll tell you I questioned that too. Thus I wondered if I would have felt differently had it been at home; if it had taken place on the Isle of Wight. Or had it been at a summer music festival, killing fellow traders and visitors.

I remember well the London bombings. I was there. I remember Lockerbie, Scotland. I remember visiting Lockerbie many years later and noticing how I could still feel a rift or a kind of an echo and all the ghosts of those exiting life at that time. So many years ago and still so tangible, I felt the shift in air way before I saw the roadsign telling us where we were. The subdued under-current. Still present.

And I think my reaction would have been the same as when receiving the news yesterday. I hope I’d still feel as level and thus able to hold space for those grieving loved ones.

Please don’t get me wrong; I feel your pain if I allow myself to go there, so I don’t. That wouldn’t serve anyone. Like my friends on the other side I choose to enfold thee in my virtual arms and hold thee, in love and in light. I’ve got water-proof shoulders ❤

Don’t let anyone use this as an excuse for turning us against each other. Enough already. Don’t allow it.

Join me and many many others and wrap your love and peace around the world. And while you are at it, love the Irakis, the Egyptians, the Arabs, the Koreans etc etc too.

If you feel resistance – look at that within your self.

Love those who are trying to start another war, coz their game is up if we, the people of earth, choose it to be that way. If there is no one to fight there can be no war.

If you need an example, then read some Harry Potter. There’s a seed of darkness within us all, but what we choose to do with it is up to us, each and every one of us. There are light switches but no dark switches. Shine your light and the dark has to move on somewhere else where there is fuel or fodder for it and someone to ignite. Know why you do what you do. That is consciousness. That is progress. Ignorance breeds discontent. Love ruins their game.

I’ve spent this lifetime NOT plugged in to the mainstream reality, so I can be the emanation and a voice of peace. I hope you will never know how painful that has been and the price paid, and instead receive my gift to the world at this time.

Never just take anyone else’s truth, find your own.

 

Elissé, 16 April 2013.


 

* Another man’s cause – the Levellers

Coffee, mothers and daughters

THE SCENT of coffee so faint in the air, wafting in through the window from somewhere. In my mind I can still see the bright red garden furniture my parents used to have, the corner of the garden where they used to be placed, next to the red-current bush and the flowers in their sloping bed , all shielded from view by a hedge.

At that time the energies of that corner was soothing and calm most of the time.  No matter how hard at times, it was still life as we once knew it. The short summer months made us appreciate and the balmy evenings even more. Is the place I remember from whenever still there? It is on the map, google says so, but energetically?  Probably not. On my last visit the whole community felt dead or dying.

Now I’d like a garden you can sit in without being eaten alive… Without having to shout to be heard over the traffic and out of sight of the world and his wife.

As usual I always want what I didn’t or cannot have, be it an impossible equation or just not an option. Or the price too high to pay, but then, isn’t a few highs better than a straight line? A slow heart-beat rather than flat-lining in an emotional sense.

I always imagined that at some point, always in the future, I’d visit and we’d sit in the garden, somewhere in a garden, and have our coffees and be friends at last. Isn’t that what most daughters want with their mothers? No such luck.

I suppose I’m old enough now to technically have a grown daughter, of my heart if not my blood, but I still occasionally wish for someone to fill that role for me too.
I also wish that some day we’d got on, one day she’d accept me for who I am and not just see me as the black sheep, the replacement baby for the son they lost, the daughter she never ”got”. We cannot make people understand us, and this may be especially true for the first wave indigo adults as we really did not naturally fit the norms of what was expected of us. We broke every rule by just existing. We didn’t so much ask for understanding, just for acceptance. Love. To be heard and listened to. Guess that was in short supply. After all, it’s kind of difficult to give what you haven’t got. And even when we do, it does not necessarily live up to expectations, did it mother?

Thing is, it does not even have to be a mother. Just an older woman of companionable nature. I don’t spend much time lamenting over missing out on the whole mother-daughter thing anymore, but I think to some degree we all long for that wise & unconditional acceptance we all hope to get from someone.

So I hanker after an illusive past that I never got to have, how very constructive a way to live your life – not.

So I have instant coffee with myself (and a notepad and my favorite pen) at the kitchen table with the red bistro table cloth from France, but it just isn’t the same.

-That’s why you have cats – and dogs – little bundles of love wrapped up in lovely fur! I’m caught by surprise by this timely comment from Miaowser, who yawns before going back to sleep on the chair next to mine. Indeed Miao-Cat, indeed.

Catpaw on July 4th, 2012.

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