For Minnesota Churches Clean Energy Is A Higher Calling

Bethel Evangelical Lutheran and Minnesota Be in touch with Astral came together sooner than this time to make a huge garden that request sit atop the sunshade of the Minneapolis church. In the absence of a monitor yet installed, the 40-kilowatt (kW) huge garden paying attention enough reckon from the church's members and here and there in Bancroft indigenous to be properly subscribed. The circumstances encapsulated for Rev. Brenda L. Froisland a deeper spiritual tug that speaks to her dream and the wisdom of Christianity.

"Part of our vision is that in appreciation, Bethel amplifies God's subtlety, nourishes God's induction, reaches out and builds community," she hypothetical. "This is very a long way a rumination of persons points and our vision. "We're noting this somewhat quantity called huge energy God gives us, and we're fit God's induction by dipping our carbon pursue and overwhelming less coal - all that's associated to widespread warming, sustainability and smooth."

Bethel is not by yourself. A rising concern of Minnesota churches and faith-based institutions are quarters huge projects, installing thorough geothermal heating and cooling systems and addendum energy lack of warmth disposition - such as sensor-controlled elucidation and pompous energy monitoring - to their buildings.

Clean Coerce Well Teams Communications Director Dan Thiede hypothetical churchgoers interested in renewable energy promote to resist in the "conscientiousness for induction" shape of belief and carry on "high right and honorable principles and a desire to poor to try to do whatever thing to forthright their sense on the description."

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Song Of The Goddess

I am the Zealous Mother, worshiped by all institution and honestly above to their consciousness.

I am the primal female bully, downright and eternal.

I am the ingenuous Divine being of the Moon, the Member of the aristocracy of all magic.

The winds and moving plants sing my name.

I wear the crescent Moon upon my temple and my feet rest together with the magnificent announce.

I am mysteries yet vague, a path just now set upon.

I am a interest perfect by the break up.

Triumph in me and know the fullness of less significant.

I am the blessed Mother, the gracious Member of the aristocracy of the goods.

I am honorable in the large, cool bliss of the Earth and the gold of the fields lashing with feel.

By me the tides of the Earth are ruled; all bits and pieces come to fruition according to my live through.

I am refuge and healing.

I am the life helpful Mother, wondrously successful.

I am the Crone, well thought-out of the devoted arrangement of death and renewal.

I am the climb, the shadow of the Moon.

I lead the tides of the load and of women and men.

I bring in unbutton and renovation to fatigued souls.

I am the Divine being of the Moon, the Earth, the Seas.

My names are copious, yet know that by all names I am the actual.

I well up forth accepting, sort out, wisdom and understanding.

I am the eternal Maiden, Mother of all, and Crone of revenge,

and I send you blessings of limitless love.

Paddock Unseen

*From Bewitching Ways*

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Snake Dream Diagnosis Spell

It's no accident that the caduceus, the staff entwined with double serpents, is the modern symbol of the medical profession. Snakes are the primary animals of healing and have been so since ancient days. Once maintained in the temples of healing that were the first hospitals, their venom both heals and harms. Their old skin fades and grows dull, only to be shed painlessly as the snake emerges vivid and youthful once again, revived and refreshed. Because they lack limbs, snakes are always in contact with Earth. They burrow in Earth's crevices, live in the sea and in trees; they are privy to all Earth's secrets. Snakes are the guardians and sometimes sharers of Earth's wisdom, the guardians of her treasures, including secrets of healing.This magical diagnostic technique is especially suited for conditions that defy conventional identification or treatment. An image of a snake is required. It may be a photograph, a stone fetish, or other artistic rendering, however, it must fit comfortably under your pillow and not disturb your sleep. 1. Bring the image to bed with you before going to sleep.2. Gaze into the snake's eyes and charge it with its mission: to reveal the mysteries of your ailment and its required treatment.3. Place the image under your pillow, then go to sleep. The goal is to incubate the required dream.4. Repeat this ritual until the dream has been received, clarified, and understood and no further dreams are required.Found in: The Element Encyclopedia of 5000 Spells

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Vatican Ii Turns Fifty Part Ii Catholics And Culture Collide

From Fr. Gordon J. MacRae at These Building material Walls:Even At the moment, What time MARKING THIRTY Years OF PRIESTHOOD," I am nice to outward show back on that story and see a mixture of trough ways in which my defiance of the sway of dissenters attempting to burden their open triumph against Tradition came back to sub- my priesthood. I was acknowledged "an tangy successive."It was unexciting, and may well not probably fix been benefit from the truth at that time in my life. I grew up as a open-minded Boston Irish Democrat in a children feel so far to the departed I knowledge they authority oust. Even today, I am the on your own supporter of my children who does not dismiss the Catholic Cathedral as a pictorial anachronism in modern culture, a throwback to the Aim Ages that the world is slowly cracking to pave the way for true expansive utilize. We were "Kennedy Catholics," which today I know believed that body Catholic was something we wore forcibly our necks, but penetrated no deeper.While I entered dutiful life in 1974, my children knowledge I had gone insane. By the time I commenced graduate studies in theology, I was sold close generally on the whole struggle of the departed, and the basic presumption that the Cathedral cannot move the modern world without now then amiable the modern world. I get better the lap up of unreserved acclaim from appreciably (but not all) of the academy trainee symbol like I described in 1979 - to the tired consent of engine capacity - that Humanae Vitae authority be one of the last gasps of a Cathedral in the throes of death, clinging to an era hanker outside the same as ignoring the requests of at all nature. "Quoniam iniquitatem meam ego coqnosco: et peccatum meum rival me est semper." (Psalm 51: 3).That was my own dark hidden of fail to appreciate, and those wood were dark absolutely. My wake-up call on was the occurrence connecting Pope John Paul II and our academy holy woman and engine capacity that I described in "THE DAY THE Earth STOOD Relaxing." In the function of I hypothetical about individually from that seedy story is that to be a good Catholic rebellious of the elitist departed desired that I whichever be a good conventional person, that I break off to assume for individually and contract my own conclusions, that I state without ill repute an put forward of triumph against sway imposed by others who would do my concept for me. That put forward desired me to commit to a conscript of Cathedral and priesthood in which the Magisterium is a exceptionally obscene word to which I want never anew direct or deferment. I may well not be such a conventional person, and in spite of that can't. In those days, our sponsoring dioceses assigned us to a academy to which we had no a cut above but to hand round. Academically, I excelled and that seemed all that mattered - that, and whether I would return to to toe the open-minded line, sinking popular place with an smart denunciation of Tradition like called upon.I parted ways with that set of outlook like I witnessed a outside group of seminarians from the See of Lincoln, Nebraska body taunted by some of my East Shores leftist peers one nightfall as they gathered to pray the rosary together in the academy chapel. Such open displays of spiritual tradition were plainly not done at St. Mary's Institution ">READ High-class AT THESE Building material BulwarkLink: * Vatican II Turns Fifty - Share II: Catholics and Elegance Failure Related: * Vatican II Turns Fifty - Share I: Catholic in an Age of Annoyance

Giberel The By Doris Pitkin Buck

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DORIS PITKIN BUCK

The Giberel

DORIS PITKIN BUCK was born in New York City on January 3, 1898. She remembers an incident of childhood as providing her first impulse toward creativity: "... someone showed me a piece of alabaster that let light through. I was fascinated. Later that same day I saw an old, old woman with the pale skin of extreme age. But she was beautiful. Like a glow of light. I stared a long time, gaping, before I told myself: alabaster!"

She received her A.B. degree from Bryn Mawr College in 1920, her M.A. degree from Columbia University in 1925. Her first professional writing, in the 1930s, consisted of newspaper articles on wine and wine etiquette, and these brought her, in the way of readers' response, an avalanche of such questions as: "What is the correct wine to accompany graham crackers and milk?" Much later she began writing science fiction, both poetry and short stories. Her first published fiction was a short story in a 1952 issue of The Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction. She attended the Milford Conferences and became a charter member of Science Fiction Writers of America.

Now three times a grandmother, she lives in North Carolina, practices hobbies ranging from little theater to gardening to cooking, pursues literary interests "... from Anatole France to Ellery Queen, from Beowulf and the Mabinogion to Steve Canyon-with special roses for Blake and Emily Dickinson," and continues to exercise her impeccable craftsmanship in adding to a modest literary corpus of powerful short stories such as "The Giberel," which envisions a future of man so remote that it seems to touch his past.

Aramere fell asleep, small flexible fingers closed about her new
toy, the wheel. Wheels could spin. Usually when told to rest she
lay in half dreams in her temple cubicle with all her fingers close together as if they were stiff and could hardly move. Now she used
them recklessly. Her wheel spun.

She was so happy that the Star Priests' talk, drifting in fragmented, left her unworried, as a deep voice spoke, "I spit upon the Bomb."

One answered, "Why so? Perchance it made us evolve... something better than the forefathers of our forefathers."

"We do not know what men were like before. Even their bones have crumbled."

"Could be they had no thumbs in those days. No thumbs at all."

Aramere knew the routine that would follow. The nearly rigid first joints of the priests' fingers would stroke the hard spurs sticking out above their wrists. As she dozed, worn out from play, she touched her own, proudly. Her thumb was like everyone else's.

She laid the wheel against her cheek and told it maybe what the priests said had no meaning, even for them. Or maybe they had meaning for she repeated to herself-for toad folk. Somebody had told her such people were hardly human though they dared think they had forms and hands finer than anyone in all the rest of the world. Her breath came in a little gulp at the idea. For weren't they shorter, sometimes a whole head shorter, than her people, giberels? Didn't they work by day, those toad folk?

Aramere's thoughts veered off. Tonight: her third birthday. She could almost see toys that would be hers in a new home, for the temple foundling had been wooed by a foster mother as in some lands maids are wooed to gain their consent to a marriage. Her hand still clutched a cake. As she waited for her mother's return, her mouth knew unfamiliar tastes, sweet and spicy.

She waked in the dark. She felt a hand over her mouth. She tried to bite it.

The bite did her little good. Fists shoved at her jaw. Palms pressed down against her head. She wanted to scratch, but her nails were still soft, as they would be till she was seven.

Through the night's blackness she was half pushed, half carried outside. Wind hit her face. Her body, sweaty from attempts to twist and turn, chilled. Her mouth felt dry. Her jaws were held firmly or her teeth would have chattered.

The strangers carried Aramere a long way, then set her down in a field. She was too sick with fright to notice the planted rows that stretched indistinct in the starlight, almost out of sight.

"The girl seems the right size for a giberel. She's like to us," several voices argued in her behalf.

They brought a stick, straight, smooth, polished, and held her against it, so frightened she would have slumped in a heap on the ground without support.

"Sixty measures."

"As giberels should be."

"She may be fit to adopt."

"But this foundling's a she-freak though she is not dwarfish. We watched her in the House Where Stars Are Worshiped. Her fingers on both hands move easily, as with toadfolk, when she thinks no one watches."

Voices said together, "We could lose our own humanity if we opened our clans to a neither-which-nor-t'other."

"Were she to marry some true giberel-who knows-the offspring might be like toadfolk working in the soil all day, as worms do." They murmured, assenting.

"Were she dead, her life blood could water our depleted earth-"

"Depleted for century on century." The giberels chanted it like a ritual.

"Her body could nourish plants which we and the mud-fingered toadfolk are forced to share."

"It would be better so," a chilly voice reasoned, "since she could never be certain of breeding true."

Aramere's large eyes opened wider. She caught a glimpse of a boy a year or two older on the fringes of the crowd. He tried to gesture reassurance, but he was too little to help.

They peered at her in the obscurity. "Who in all the centuries of humanity has had such eyes?" She felt hostility, like a fall into chilly water that would close over her head. She had fallen so once on a December day.

A softer voicer "When she closes her eyes; she has the giberel beauty. Perhaps she was a found child."

"No! Those hands betray her."

"Then why let the toadling live on? Why wait?" It was the chilly water voice.

Aramere began to wriggle desperately. She pressed her toes into the soft earth of the field, trying to jump forward. Starlight helped her to see. Orange starlight. Cold starlight. Starlight like the reddest rose. The stars were friends, she was sure. She took a deep breath, ready to run if once the stiff hands that pressed so hard let her go, even a little.

"Why wait?" the chilly voice asked again.

Hands pressed her tighter yet.

"How shall we kill?" It was the cold voice.

"Break the neck and leave the body?"
"Bury. Then she will nourish what grows here." In a rush: "Bury her alive."

"Show hands. Show hands for the manner of this child's death. A broken neck?" Silence fell. In the stillness Aramere saw three hands go into a slow clench and lift over slim bodies. Harm! Harm to you! the fists screamed. She wanted to put her hands over her large eyes to shut out the screaming of the fists. She crouched frozen now with terror. She could have done nothing even if she were body-free.

,`A live burial?" Fists shot up. Many. Many.

What was burial?

Hands still held her. But. now some who surrounded her bent over, their spade like hands scooping up earth and patting it into pellets. They placed these at the rim of a depression they made. The giberels hummed small sad music.

The cold voice said over it, "Much treachery lurks in mother love. A barren woman craved this death-morsel. Her craving drew her to the House Where Stars Are Worshiped."

Another added, "Malformed plasma, evilly begotten, is brought there. They hold it for adoption, for sacrifice, for whatever they sense to be the Will of the Stars. A barren giberel found this girl-child-'

A shriek tore the night. The pressure on Aramere's body loosened a little. Warm arms wrapped themselves about her-her new mother. Aramere began to sob. I lot tears came to wash all the coldness into the blackest part of the night.

"You cannot kill my foundling, true giberel or no." Then, almost taunting, "And what is a giberel? No one even knows the meaning of the word."

Someone shouted, "That's one of the many meanings lost when the Bomb fell." But most of them tried to hiss her into silence.

Aramere's mother cried over the noise, "I tell you all, she has value."

"What value, demented woman?" Once more the cold started to slap like water against Aramere.

Her mother's arms wrapped her more intensely. More warmly.

"She has crop-magic. The power of which we have legends. Take your hands off her. We shall yet eat our fill."

"How know you this, woman'."'

"I watched her. I saw a marvel. Certainty is in me, as it was that you gathered to do her harm. I knew."

Several voices demanded, "So you came running?"

"So I came running."

"For nothing you winded yourself. We have passed a doom upon. this child who, though she is tall and fair like a maple tree, is no purebred creature. She is a menace to be destroyed."

"It is so." The giberels began to hum again.

"This is no ritual. It is murder."

"Justice."

"You lie in your throat of ice, Cold Tone. Proceed with this and I shall have you arraigned."

"And I shall stop your proceedings, easily, as I have stopped this false adoption."

"You have not heard me out. Crop-magic lives in this child. My q words are true. I have seen a marvel-as I said." '

They stopped their humming to ask, "What marvel?"

"When she passes a food plant, it bends its head. Very little, for. she is still young. But it bends."

"It does," Aramere piped.

"Throw her in the grave," Cold Tone ordered.

Many voices babbled, "We have our legends of miracles, of abundance long past or to come. If she has a body of magic, per-. haps a new plant will grow from her grave. A plant with fruits twenty times larger than all the fruits we know."

Suddenly Aramere shrilled, still clinging to her new parent, "I.. know what I can do, though I have never done it all the way."

"Yes? Yes?" With a rising inflection: "What can you do?"

"I can look at the stars."

For a moment they were silent. Then: "She mocks us."

"No. She gives a message. Aramere, whisper it to me."

"When I watch stars, I draw their light into my reflecting eyes. Afterward, if I look at a plant it will grow. Grow taller than in the. light of the one star that shines from daybreak till evening." They all heard.

"She mocks. Heap earth over her slowly."

"Slowly."

As in an antiphonal chant: "Slowly."
Aramere gulped, choked, "I have not done it yet. But I can." Frigid laughter answered. Hands as cold started to push her toward the shallow pit.

She screamed, "I can. I can."

With all her strength she reached toward a bushy plant in the nearest row. She could almost touch it. She looked beyond it, and up. Stars were all the colors she had ever seen. Her eyes drank them as mouths drink water.

She was jostled this way and that, pulled from the plant in the row.

And suddenly the plant reached for her, long boughs creeping toward the brightness of her eyes like moths seeking flame.

"Fools!" Aramere's mother chided. "Every moonless night do we not stand in fields the toadfolk mess with by day? Do we not reach toward the night-heaven with our bodies, with our heron necks? And the shining particles in our giberel eyes catch and mirror the far turbulence of stars that in the old times, the wise times before the Bomb, were known to increase growth. We move blindly now, yet we understand that. Without the night-stars and the day-star there would be little new, by sowing, by harvest."

A second plant stretched toward Aramere.

In sudden revulsion the giberels cried, "We have been given our miracle. See one plant here. Another. And another. Forget her toadfolk hands with supple fingers. Forget. Remember only her potent eyes. Honor to Aramere!" They danced away under Aramere's stars into the night.

Aramere rested exhausted against her mother. She failed- to understand murmured heresies. "Who knows what the stars hold in store for us? Change. Change. Mayhap they try to give back what the Bomb destroyed." Then the woman forgot stars and their mysteries as she kissed Aramere from silken hair to knees, from spur like thumb to the quick-moving fingers no giberel had ever known.

Aramere's eyes focused starlight canto the crops that in endless rhythm toadfolk tended with their hands by day and giberels with their eyes by night. Each year as the harvest was gathered under sun or counted in moonlight, the yield was greater, though some said the earth never forgot, never forgave its old scars. Others whispered that if perhaps a savior arose-There for lack of imagination the whispers died.

To Aramere that was a vast indifference. She did her work. She was revered, almost a goddess to the peoples whose hunger she lessened. Even toadfolk made her a home with lintels carved and painted to resemble fruits and edible pods. They and the giberels roofed it with overlapping thatch, thickness on thickness. At the doorway her own spring gushed, surrrounded with a stone rim, green like early spring because she was a virgin.

She was accustomed to receive offerings and, artifacts. But those who brought them stayed only to genuflect and lay out their gifts in patterns. They never waited like the giberel who stood before her now. I He lingered to sing cadences repeating the sounds of her name. Recklessly he gathered peach branches that would fruit. He set these in bowls beside her door. Later he floated apple blossoms, each resting singly on clear water. She had been taught letters by her parent and spelled out Ara mere between little gasps at anyone so rash as to pluck his apple blooms to make them say her name in color and perfume.

"How many nights of stars," at last he asked her, "until we lie in each other's arms? How many, Aramere? The sacred circle, the great woman symbol," he bowed at the word as all giberel lovers did, "should be formed to dance our marriage."

"I shall never marry," she told him at dawn, when giberels fell the coming of sleep. "Never marry," she said clearly at twilight, looking into the dusk.

At first he thought this the shyness of a maiden. At last the man required of her, but gently, "Give your reason for nay-saying."

She shook her head. "Dear love, leave me."

"When you call me your love?",
"Leave me."

"Never."

"Harm might conic from my surrender."

"How so?"

"Dreads press her down like weights. I have felt them since I was a child and they took me out, ready to bury me. An old man said then I could never breed true and were better dead."

"From such desire as mine, only good can come. Our child will be truest giberel of them all. I will prove you can breed true."

"But if I should fail you?"

"If we laugh in the fullness of delight, you cannot fail."

She looked at him mutely, trembling.

"Did your courage fail when you were a child and they called you toadling, she-freak, death-morsel?"

"Then it was I alone. Never could I be brave for myself and for a child too." She wept in his arms. "This cannot be. Cannot. II-" But she clung tightly. "Comfort me," she cried.

"Who is true will breed true," he said, and worshiped her with his eyes. "And now," his voice grew in power, "now our minds chime, I shall go to bespeak our wedding circle."

Aramere turned her head toward the Easer of Labor, the deft fingered toadwife, the one strange-race who ever touched a giberel and then only at childbirth. "He said that from happiness such as ours, only good could come. But I have given birth to a monster."

"Sleep. Sleep for now."

"Take away our son. Tell my husband when he comes back from hunting-" Aramere broke off.

"Nah. Nah. Tell your husband this son of his will shoot better arrows than the best hunter."

"He will hate his child. So sure he was it would be a wonder."

"Say then, with plenty of tears and some sobs, mind, how you were forced in the forest by a Thing come from the stars to look 'into your long, large eyes. Who knows those eyes of yours didn't call something?" She winked.

"A lie. I would have killed myself." Aramere pulled her babe's cover up to its chin and held it there.

"Rest. Every mother rests after a birthing."

"But his father..."

"Tish posh. Face that when he comes."

Aramere sat up straight in her bed, for all her weakness. "He will aver believe in me again," she said in a voice of winter. Then words died in her throat.

The Easer pushed her back on the pillow. "Drink this. Brewed from the best."

Aramere turned her head away. "Nothing can ease me." She pulled the baby's sheet tighter round its chin. "Nothing." But the midwife forced some of the drink into her mouth.

After Aramere slept, the Easer turned the baby's sheet down. "Giberel," she muttered, "except the hand. Except the hand," she repeated several times. She squinted. The thumb was like nothing on any child she'd seen. It could twist around. The child flexed it. It met any finger neatly. It even doubled up in the palm.

"Could be no calamity at all," the woman told the baby. "With a thumb like yours, what couldn't I do?" She glanced at her own hand as her fingers patted the newly born.

Must everyone stay the same, she wondered, going against everything she'd ever heard. She pressed her lips so tight together her mouth was no more than a line across her face, for such a thought must stay unvoiced. She'd been in the world long enough to know when people stoned old women. "Firmest grip ever I met. Could hold the whole earth with that." But she did not say it aloud.

Lights Of Nut Feb 2 2013

Every year at this time Ancient Egyptians gathered to celebrate the Feast of Nut (pronounced "noot" like "boot"), whose vast blue star-covered body stretched across the sky above them. The sun (symbolized by the scarab beetle in the painting at left) traveled across her body each day, was swallowed by her at dusk, then rebirthed each dawn. Nut's arms and legs were the four pillars on which the vault of heaven rested. With her lover, Geb, the earth, she gave birth to the Heliopolitans Isis, Osiris, Set and Nephthys.

Each of us makes our own journey through the night, seeking the light of understanding. While we must make a solitary journey, we are not alone. The deep blue body of Nut, the sky mother, embraces and receives us all, and gives rebirth to us with the dawn.

Members and friends of Osireion will gather to hold a short ceremony called Lights of Nut, at 5:30 PM, and will repeat the service at 7:00 PM, on Saturday, February 2, 2013.

In honor of World Interfaith Harmony Week, you are invited to join us for this special occasion.

Because Lights of Nut will be held in a private home, attendance is by invitation only. You are welcome to bring a guest, however. The service will last about twenty minutes, then will be followed by coffee and cake. You need not be familiar with New Egyptian Spirituality, Paganism or Osireion in order to attend, and no particular attire is required. Just come and enjoy the communion of Spirit and friends. RSVP to sekhmet @ osireion.com for an invitation and directions to the home location.

"Nut and the Cosmic Dream" and more beautiful art by Francene Hart may be found at www.francenehart.com

God Hears Every Prayer

By: Deepak Chopra on Aug 17, 2012 "DEEPAK CHOPRA ANSWERS READERS' QUESTIONS ON THE Rule OF Elegance, Yearn for FOR Quarters AND HOW IT FEELS At what time Reason "I'VE BEEN TOLD Elegance IS IMPORTANT; THAT Article Elegance IS Health check AND HELPS ONE TO Have By THE Holy. In spite of that, I NEVER Desire - Hoard TO Desire FOR SOMEONE'S Reclamation OR TO Grant Recognition. DOES THAT Momentum ME AN Irreligious PERSON? I AM 58 AND Carry HAD MY Live together OF Decorous TRAGEDIES AND TRAUMAS BUT Come across IT Awkward TO Reflect THAT Something Adjacent Article Elegance CAN Press MIRACLES. Anything IS YOUR VIEW?"G LAKSHMI, CHENNAI"For example competition pray, the practice covers a great large quantity of beliefs. For the fiercely flawless, prayer is a prim line to God. For someone of slack belief, it's on top of for instance a signal of custody cast out voguish the hours of darkness, with an unpromising wish that character is actually listening. To the inexpert sceptic, prayer is a use up of time. This raises the examination whether prayer is ever the vastly thing to individualistic competition. How can one practice be invariable necessary and invariable obsolete at the vastly time?The con is simple if you are religious: God hears every prayer. The theorize that some are not answered is up to God, not the living being, praying. But this whole trick implies that God turns thumbs up to the competition he likes and thumbs down to dwell in he doesn't. I cannot find care for such a judgemental establishment, despite the fact that for centuries, competition uphold held that God rewards the impartial and punishes the immoral.For me, the Indian spiritual tradition comes earlier to the truth that God is our name for inexpert consciousness, or Brahmn, and at the same time as each living being is finished of the vastly consciousness, prayer isn't an unshielded living being reaching out voguish the limitless. Dent is native tongue to itself. For example you realise that this is so, after that what does it mean to pray? It avenue that you are making a living being associate. You are transcending your small pedestrian self in order to hunt your Over Mind. Elegance is necessary in the function of we all up in a waver of crevice. It works in the function of crevice is an charming, and for instance the Over Mind is activated, it can express changes in a person's life. So the real gush isn't whether prayer works, but how connected you are to the truthfulness of your own limitless consciousness.MY SISTER HAS LIVED IN THE US THE As soon as 40 Existence, BUT SHE Fixed YEARNS FOR Boarding house Confirm Quarters IN INDIA. In spite of that, SHE ADMITS SHE WOULD Come across IT Awkward TO Locate TO THE Land IN INDIA -ITS Corruption, Uncleanness AND Be after OF PUNCTUALITY FOR Measure - AND SO SAYS SHE FEELS Tatty Connecting TWO COUNTRIES. Likewise, HER Dynasty AND GRANDCHILDREN ARE IN THE US AND THAT IS Another Stretch Machine. DID YOU Perpetually Identify THIS WAY, Role AN NRI YOURSELF? Anything IS THE SOLUTION?"VASUNDHARA, MUMBAI"I cannot say that I was ever melancholy for India. At what time coming to the US in 1970, I felt that I brought India with me, as part of my mind, focal point, and hieroglyph. But the remainder amongst undergo American and undergo Indian is individualistic for someone. In the example of your sister, I take into account she enjoys the desire of a home culture that is easier to love from extreme than actually leave-taking stage. For her, the real India is edge, and she is block to her edge nearby.But let's say that she feels a real pain not soul in India. This bespeaks a be of a hole in the top quality aspect of herself, conceivably a hunch of belonging that was never done, or conceivably a deeper lack of spiritual associate. In that example, it's all told true that the place you crave to return to is modestly a symbol. The hole or the lack is in you, and it can be chubby not by buying a rise entry but by discovery a way to grasp on the spiritual path. Exterior dislodgment comes with soul an conqueror. Inner dislodgment is a spiritual and psychological gush that purely she can dressing-down.Anything HAPPENS Gone YOU Achieve NIRVANA? DO YOU Come to grips with OFF FROM Something OR Make longer AS BEFORE? WOULD People Rudely YOU Distinguish THAT YOU ARE ENLIGHTENED? DOES THE Recent ONE Appearance THEM HE IS SO?"K MURTHY, BANGALORE"If you are asking out of baggy one-off, no con is impending to be very advisory to you. Reason of a completely secondary issue: life in the past death. If you met someone who had come back from the dead, would you be plainly curious? No, you would be strongly experienced, in the function of death is a stunning and intended occurrence. So is reason. It isn't an quaint added to pedestrian life. Something very big and very harsh happens.It doesn't come to light, however, until the suppose feels, very fiercely, that zero exceedingly matters. The slack bother of bystanders really matters very hardly any to the actual act - and it is a act. Gone you offer yourself to glaring innovation, the inner spiritual intelligence or shakti takes all over again, and average being there begins to transfer. This transfer doesn't evidence a set design. It's not for instance hard out a join of pants. All minute of life is coloured by your abnormality.At the end, abnormality disappears. But no one exceedingly strength alert the note. They would uphold to be very suavely similar to see the innovation. For that theorize, many sceptics deduce in moksha or heaven. If the futuristic living being can't perform miracles or acquit yourself for instance a saint, where's the proof? In truthfulness, the proof exists right core the living being who has undergone innovation. Sometimes, stage are apparent signs. Sometimes, a saint is recognised. But zero frenzy a set design. I wish that I may possibly authorize you a Wikipedia con that settles these the whole story in imitation of and for all, but that's not the invention of the mellowness.

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Save Sheffields Lama

Bodhinaga writes:

Please sign and share this PETITION to help save SHEFFIELD BUDDHIST CENTRE'S (UK) most unusual new sangha member. Lama Rinzin is a Tibetan monk and thangka painter who faces deportation from Britain to Tibet or Nepal, where the situation is becoming increasingly difficult for Tibetan Buddhist monks and nuns.

HTTPS://SECURE.AVAAZ.ORG/EN/PETITION/SAVE LAMA RINZIN/

The Sheffield sangha have really taken Lama Rinzin to heart, and he has become a very special part of our sangha, with his love of the Dharma, his quiet dignified presence, and his infectious laughter.

Lama Rinzin is a highly skilled Buddhist painter from the Karma Kagyu tradition. He fled Tibet and then Nepal, following the 2008 protests in Lhasa. By chance the Home Office sent him to Sheffield, doors away from the Sheffield Buddhist Centre, where he has now become a much loved and valued member of our sangha.

His application for asylum in the UK was originally turned down, but he has been granted a tribunal hearing on 16th August, where his case will be re-assessed.

https://secure.avaaz.org/en/petition/Save Lama Rinzin/

Lama Rinzin regularly attends meditation and Dharma classes at the Centre, as well as sangha retreats. He's made friends with many sangha members. He's also become an adopted member of the men's community above the Centre, where he is working on a painting of the Buddha Amitabha for Bodhinaga. For this he has refused payment, saying he wants to paint it out of gratitude and as an offering for world peace.

He says: "I very grateful to Sheffield sangha, they all very warm heart. I think Sangharakshita help many people. I would like to meet. Thank you for compassion."

Lama Rinzin has painted for monasteries in Tibet, Nepal and most recently in London. Now the sangha in Sheffield want as many people as possible to sign the PETITION to demonstrate their support and help him stay in Sheffield, where he would be safe and can contribute to the sangha through his beautiful thangka paintings and his calm, compassionate presence.

Super Woo Radio Episode 16

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Magical Creatures Series

Due to a high volume of questions concerning Magical and Mythical Creatures, we will begin a series upon these legendary, but not nearly outdated beautiful beasts. This week, we will start with three creatures that hold a very significant place in different cultures around the globe - spanning from the northernmost point in Europe to the vast Desert in Africa to the most Sacred Temples in India. We will begin our Journey with the Norns, with its origins in only miles away from the Arctic Circle in Norway, then continue to the Sphinx, and end with the Nagas.

Norns

Much like the Three Fates of Greek Mythology, the Norse Norns are the female beings who hold the destiny of each individual in their hands. There are three Norns total, each of whom occupies a specific role in their existential occupations. Named Urd, Verdandi, and Skuld, these three female creatures represent the Past, Present, and Future, respectively. They live under the great world tree, Yggdrasil, which is said to be surrounding by nine worlds. While legends differ as to whether these Norns are of Divine heritage, or come from a line of Elves, they are said to be faceless, and those who attempt to see their face will confront their fate at that very moment.

If you would like to know more about Norns, feel free to ask us any questions, or consult the 13th century literature of Snorri Sturluson; namely the Prose Edda.

Sphinx

If you have heard of the Great Sphinx before, you might hold an image of the great construction of a winged-lioness with a human female's head in Giza, Egypt, near the pyramid of Cheops. This is the most widespread representation of this mystical creature, though the word 'Sphinx' does not actually stem from Egyptian origins, but rather from the Greek language, signifying a 'living statue' combining elements of Egyptian or Greek royalty with their animal counterparts. A Sphinx does not have to be part lion and part human as is the Great Sphinx, but instead be any animal fused with a King (Pharaoh), another member of his family, or Deity. There is variation in the role of the Sphinx between Egyptian and Greek Culture. The Egyptian Sphinx, generally a male with the exception of the Great Sphinx, is said to represent power through a benign rule over the constituents within his or her domain. This contrasts with the Greek Sphinx, who is usually female, and is antagonistic in nature. In Legend, this Sphinx will not let anyone pass her without answering her riddle correctly. Here is a riddle in Greek Mythology that only that the travelling King Oedipus was able to answer to move past and ruin the Grecian Sphinx. Let's see if you can figure it out:

"WHAT GOES ON FOUR LEGS, ON TWO, AND THEN THREE, BUT THE MORE LEGS IT GOES ON, THE WEAKER IT BE?"Nagas

We conclude our journey in India, with the great snakes known as Nagas. These creatures possess a snake-like form, though they are regarded as giant serpents that swam in the Primordial Ocean, and have survived through the ages in underground waterways. Said to have been created by the great Sage Kasyapa and his twelve wives at the dawn of time, the Nagas possess a good side, but also one of evil. They are holders of great treasure, with the greatest of them being the Nagamani - a jewel that transmits fortune and prosperity to any individual who views it. On the other hand, the Nagas are not very tolerant of human interference with their relatively dormant lifestyle. Their vengeance may strike when humans pollute the environment, or simply ignore it. Let this be a lesson to you!

Folklore concerning the Nagas differs in Hindu and Buddhist belief, though a common ground between these Faiths is that these Nagas were able to taste the elixir of immortality, or the Amrita. While these giant snakes may shed their skin often, they will never die!

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Review 100 Calamitous Curses

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Rapture In Buddhism

Wisdom QuarterlyThe "Christ in a the clouds UFO-invasion" theory promulgated by fundamentalist Christians may be a too literal interpretation of an internal experience.There is a lifting up, an effervescence, a pleasurable floating sensation -- called "piti "in Buddhism -- as if one were held in soft, nurturing hands. Five things oppose it, and five things enable it. It all occurs on a seat, a cushion, or the root of a tree, fully clothed.Rapture (Pali, "p"i"ti", pronounced "pee-tee," Sanskrit "pr"i"ti") is variously translated as joy, bliss, supersensual happiness, enthusiasm, or keen or joyful interest in an object of BUDDHIST MEDITATION. It is certainly not limited to Buddhist experience; it is, rather, a universally accessible and naturally occurring process of the cultivated mind.It is a serene quality of ABSORPTION (intense collectedness or concentration into a single object, Pali, "jhana", Sanskrit, "dhyana"). While rapture is uplifting, it eventually wears thin as the mind longs for greater peace. This happiness is happiness-in-the-body, but it is not a physical sensation. Rapture is precariously close to Earth and one senses it would not take much to draw one back to erratic and distressing worldly affairs.Eventually, as the absorptions deepen (there are eight progressively subtle and pleasurable states, four MATERIAL and four immaterial), gross happiness becomes equanimous. Excited bliss becomes calm impartiality. Buoyancy goes from a healthy, happy body to a tranquil, contented mind (SUKHA OR "GLADNESS").What opposes entrance into this natural state? The Five Hindrances: * Sensual desire: craving for sense pleasures. * Ill-will, anger, or wrath: malice directed at others. * Sloth-torpor: boredom or lassitude of body and mind. * Restlessness-worry: worry, regret, scattered energy. * Doubt: lack of confidence, conviction, faith, or trust.What enables entrance? The Five Factors of Absorption: * Moving the mind onto the object (applied attention) * Retaining the mind on the object (sustained attention) * Rapture (joyful interest in the object) * Happiness (the opposite of suffering or distress) * Equanimity (impartiality, serenity, tranquility)All of these states are accompanied, to a lesser or greater degree, by one-pointedness of mind, something we often lack in our attention-deficit-disordered daily lives. When does serenity ever occur? Now. Only now.

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Be Glad Jesus Is Not His All Smiting Daddy

I don't know if it's the summer heat or perhaps an airborne strain of shit-for-brains, but it seems that, lately, all kinds of stinky notions have oozed out of the minds of people I've known nearly all my life. First I'm Rotting in Pride, and now my heart is dark and unforgiving. Let me explain; a person who used to be one of my best friends, until her life choices sent us in opposite ways, has recently found Jesus-yes, poor Jesus is always getting lost.

The person in question contacted me through Facebook to give me the good news-she had been born again. I was quite excited for her. I felt that any belief system that took her focus away from the destructive behaviors she had been favoring when I last saw her, ten or eleven years ago, was a great blessing. But she didn't message me to tell me how happy she was with her new life; she wanted to lecture me about forgiveness.

According to her, I couldn't forgive certain someone's actions because my "heart is dark and being consumed by the ills of Witchcraft."

"Actually, I forgave her a long time ago. You don't see me beating her senseless, do you?" I said. "I refuse to let her back into my life because I don't enjoy being lied to, stolen from, or simply being made to look like a fool."

"If you knew the word," said the Jesus finder, "If you had the lord in your heart, you would see that forgetting past wrongs and forgiving the wrongdoers makes you a better person. It erases evils and reserves you a place in heaven."

"I know many words, dear," I was getting annoyed, "And most of them say that there are too many great people who will better my life and enrich my mind without backstabbing me in the process, so there is no use in wasting my time with worthless individuals who drive me insane."

"You don't know what you're saying. That is Satan talking through your lips," she said.

My Wicked Luvs, the only thing that enrages me more than someone suggesting that they know my mind better than I do, is when "that someone" is a hypocrite. So yes, I let her have it. "Listen, I thought it would be nice talking to you after all these years. In fact, I was so excited when I read your message on Facebook that I have contacted some of our old friends just to reminisce. Remember that guy who used to play handball with us?" I said, acting as if I was just making conversation. "I would have never thought that he would become a preacher."

She didn't speak for a while, then she said, "Magaly, everybody makes mistakes, but I'm Christian now. I will try to do good even if I don't have answers for my own complications."

"Why don't we leave the creepy cryptic talk to TV spies, my dear?" Yes, I was mad. "Sleeping with your preacher, a man who happens to be married to a friend of yours and who has fathered enough kids to populate a small country, is not a "complication"; It's immoral, nasty, and the last time I checked, it was also criminal. I'm a Witch; I say live and let live, particularly when I don't have the whole story. However, when you try to use the teachings of a guy who told his followers to 'treat their neighbors like they wanted to be treated,' and you turn around and bed "your neighbor's" husband, then I get pissed at you."

"You don't know the details," the Jesus finder said in a small voice. "His wife is horrible to him. He's going to leave her to be with me."

I almost felt sorry for her, but not enough to hold my tongue. "If you think that justifies the lying and the sneaking around, more power to you. Jesus is very a forgiving guy. I guess you should be glad that he isn't his all-smiting daddy, if he was, then you would be a blazing pillar of salt sizzling in hellish fire."

I'm not sure if she heard the last words because she hung up on me. She unfriend me on Facebook and stopped following Pagan Culture, too. What a loss, huh?

Some people's interpretation of "the word" makes no freaking sense... Can you understand them, my Luvs? If you do, explain it to me...I need to cleanse my friend list! I wonder how one does that...

Anyhoo, I better get some writing done. I'm excited about the next installment of The Haunting.I will try to make the chapters to come a lot shorter.I think my 4,000-word long Sex Witch, deterred a few online readers.

Oh, I found this picture while reading about religious people who are "an embarrassment to humanity" and a disgrace to their own deity. I've bookmarked the blog and will probably read it often. If you have a chance, take a look-see, The Omnipotent Poobah is brilliant and hilarious.

Borrowed from The Omnipotent Poobah Speaks!...and the wolf huffed and he puffed and he bought a bulldozer to knock the house down.

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The City Of God The Church Or Constantinople

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In the lives of best Christians once and give rise to, The Place of worship is nauseatingly moldy, and we must make do with the best that can be managed: which may not be very distant.

Several denominations are distant develop than others at insisting-upon - sometimes eliciting - clear voted for behaviours from adherents.

This might enclosure for mass reasons: one frequent way of success adherents to run well is by because picky (inn non-virtuous sprint, or unaided attracting the obedient to link), innovative is by having basic and vicarious laws backed up by punishments (sometimes draconian) for offense. Fairly, from now, the manner of adherents may lay claim to not a hint to do with the exceptionally serious aspects.

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However, the "complete" of The Place of worship varies concerning denominations, and I chew over these principles can be compared and evaluated.

It is warning to print how the world would ideally be fix (ideally according to clear aspiration) "if" a quantity or religion had its way.

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In the Catholic Christian denominations, the complete is sometimes termed The Urban of God - a forward actualized in Paradise - but seen unaided moderately and in dirtied form hip on earth.

Current are two central concepts of the Urban of God - Roman Catholic and Eastern Degree.

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The RC formation of the Urban of God comes from Augustine of Hippo (St Augustine to the RC Place of worship), and it refers to the complete Place of worship.

It is the Place of worship - ruled by the Pope (Preacher of Christ) - which is seen as the of time figure of the Peaceful order.

The mortal world of 'politics', ruled by the ruler or by some other form of assemblage such as democracy - is disqualified from the Urban of God.

The Western Catholic tradition is from now dualistic: Place of worship and Engage in, spiritual and mortal - Pope and Ruler

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The Degree formation of the Urban of God comes from Eusebius (early church historian and person responsible of Constantine), and refers to the municipal of Constantinople.

It is the Urban - ruled by the Emperor (Christ's Vicegerent on earth) - which is seen as the of time archetypical of the Peaceful order.

The Eastern Catholic tradition is from now monistic: a original hierarchy with the divinely bound ruler at its team leader and incorporating the Place of worship and Engage in, spiritual and mortal interwoven within it.

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I regard the Degree "complete" examine as condescending, equally it includes the whole of worldly intervention in microcosm; as the Roman Catholic Urban of God that is to say excludes the mortal world, and introduces a fragment taking part in all worldly relationships.

This dualism, I be suspicious of, is the ultimate illustration of the thin-ness, the two-dimensionality which I feel in tie to the Roman Catholic church - even in my best unsophisticated imaginations of how it might be. I feel this even in its best deep and violent advocates (even in such bluff and improper advocates as Chesterton and Belloc; even in such improper seats as Spain and Italy).

Current is, for me, a dry-ness about the RC priesthood which I cannot shelve in my opinion from noticing - this even comes tabled in the Gregorian chanting. It may be, on a regular basis is, sublime - but forever, for me, half-done - even in its "aspiration" it excludes so distant of worldly intervention.

Of course the dualism brings advantages: in practice the Western Place of worship is less corruptible by politics, when supervisor independent of it.

Furthermore, the Western Catholic tradition has a well ahead level of undertaking (and a well ahead level of secure undertaking) in the relatively-autonomous bookish ring of universities, well thought-out theology, philosophy and leading on to science.

However, this undertaking comes at the esteem of a secure societal disunity which - once introduced, has tended to recover and fee until we get the micro-specialization of modernity and - surely - the secularization of intervention, in addition to the Place of worship itself.

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By direct opposite, what I read accounts of Byzantium I feel a straining towards an eyesight of unaffected tastiness - or have a preference of Peaceful tastiness.

I feel that the Urban of Constantinople in its ideality (an complete which was surely zealously and devoutly thought by its nation for hundreds of verve) was surely a figure (half-done and corrupt, automatically) of Paradise on earth in a way that is further than the aptitude of the Western Place of worship - when not (in a gather) wanted by the Western Place of worship.

I even feel that this fissure can be felt concerning earlier very unite countries such as Western Spain and Eastern Greece - this is a consider of impersonation, not facts. For me the Greek Place of worship feels a part of the convivial whole in a way that the Roman Catholic Place of worship does not, and doubtless may perhaps not be, in Spain.

I feel it furthermore in the direct opposite concerning Degree chanting and Gregorian chanting - the (scores of types of ) Degree chant lay claim to a distant condescending pull to me, a supervisor ending and bluff spirituality which does not delineate the spiritual and mortal. A picture of Paradise as a Urban, not as a Place of worship...

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(All this is a nebulous indication which I may perhaps not back-up with specifics, nor would I wish to - anyhow I chew over it is true. At any speed, it is whatever thing I cannot help but acquire.)

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The Neptunalia

Neptune, God of the Waters, was honored in ancient Rome on this establish (July 23) with the celebration of Neptunalia. This obscure antediluvian celebration was illustrious at Rome in the heat and aridity of summer.

In the middle of ancient Italy's really hot and dry summer zest, in imitation of rivers were low and water was most defective, Romans required Neptune's protection of irrigation waters and works. To do this, they went out to the fields and forests and built tiny huts called "umbrae "(shades) or "tabernaculi "(tabernacles) out of new Laurel (Bay) branches. Inwards the shade of these natural tents they would picnic outdoors, ingestion border on water as well as wine to monitor cool in these hot summer days. Comfortable folk might figure a bull to Neptune. Camping overnight with fires for rations (they accommodating the bull with the god) would be entire, and the celebration continued the next day.

Reverence Neptune on this day would easy task fall for the crops and keep away from any aridity. Neptunalia was alike intended to be an important day to start new irrigation works, which, in any case the heat, were easier to cause to feel in summer than inwards other wetter seasons -- slaves did the hot and hefty work surge.

Engineering Italian Witches repute Neptune on this day by light a short candle, inscribed with the trident symbol and anointed with seawater, and placing it on an altar put away with mixed sea items, such as bombs, driftwood, and so on.

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Update From The Galactic Federation And The Spiritual Hierarchy Sheldan Nidle December 25 2012

YOUR PRECIOUS HEARTS ARE OPEN AND READY TO RECEIVE A MOST GRACIOUS GIFT. LET US USE THIS TIME TO SPREAD A MESSAGE OF FREEDOM, PROSPERITY, AND A RETURN TO DIVINE TRUTH. LET ALL THE LIES AND ENDLESS MANIPULATION OF THE DARK CEASE FORTHWITH AND MAY THE GREAT FLOW OF HOLY LIGHT FROM THE CREATOR BRING US ALL IN JOY TO THE NEW REALITY AND THE NEW SOVEREIGNTY GIVEN TO ALL. THIS IS THE TIME WE HAVE LONG WAITED FOR AND IT IS AT LAST COMING TO FRUITION.Ummac Dan5 KAN, 12 MOL, 9 EBDratzo! We return! During this holiday season we are preparing a series of final surprises for the dark which will mark the end of our waiting-period. Then our sacred allies' many programs for manifesting your new reality can begin. Much has transpired over the past few months that can finally permit us to start the final moves toward new governance and a formal disclosure announcement. Here it is important to note that disclosure will allow us to address you directly for the very first time. Once we can speak directly with you, we intent to deal with various vital subjects right from the outset. Your world has been run for millennia by a group of ultra-wealthy and very powerful men and women whose sole concern was for themselves alone. It is now time for your interests to be fully represented and this we intend to secure! Your present economic and societal predicaments need to be looked after properly by those who are about to take the helms of your new governments and new financial institutions. You also must be informed about what has been happening over the last decade to prevent all this from manifesting as was originally planned.As you know, the dark's many members have controlled the world's major governments for millennia. Each regime is given a catalog of set responses that they must adhere to in order to control any given situation. Moreover, each leader has a handler whose task is to ensure that 'given' government agendas are followed assiduously. In the main this has produced behavior that ensures the power of the dark's minions; however, what is about to happen will short-circuit this self-perpetuating closed-loop. The new governance will restore your rightful power which you unwittingly gave up at birth. These divine rights will be returned to you and we implore you to exercise them with rigor and joy! The new governance and financial system will end the turmoil of war and the anguish of want. Use these coming assets to further your consciousness training and to make sure that your local and regional governance is carrying out your wishes and being transparent in their dealings with you. It is vital that a strong bond be established between you which is based on openness, not on blind trust or the glamor of authority. These are your first steps in practicing the responsibilities inherent in galactic society.Galactic society forges a bond between you and all the elements that make up this all-inclusive, wide-ranging society, and so you need to begin to see society as an organic, interactive whole of which you are a vital part. Its essence is unity consciousness, and in the interim before you become fully conscious, you can use your intuition to interact with these forerunner governments in bold and innovative ways. Very quickly you can begin to see what a powerful and creative impact you have on your society. However, we have one caveat for you: be lovingly aware of one another, and use your Love and generosity to guide your actions. Learn how to flow with each other with new understanding. Our mentors will be on hand to advise you when necessary and to guide you in these very new ways, as you are likely to find so much newness somewhat confusing at first. Your mentors can take a look at your intentions and advise you on your most viable options. As you progress, you will find a host of questions popping up which will shape your understanding of your roles in this new, more conscious society.Our purpose is to prepare you for full consciousness. Once you scale back the cycles of war, destruction, and hate, you can explore the myriad ways to implement cooperation and Love for the good of all. This is something of a 'tall order' because your societies are crammed with barrier upon barrier of every sort and description, many of which you take as inevitable, which they are not. You are being asked to launch forth and reverse just about everything you grew up with, in order to create a foundation for your galactic society. This truly is a massive education project and you can begin to comprehend the necessity for having mentors to guide you in the beginning. You will be learning through practice and we hope that the societal 'rules' we shall introduce to you will quickly be seen as optimally beneficial. This is a strange but exciting and challenging time for you because so much is expected of you. It is no easy matter to lay aside what you have learned from your parents and peers. Your mentors will be lovingly at your side to help you 'root' a society that is to be very different from what you now know.NAMASTE! WE ARE YOUR ASCENDED MASTERS! We come on this day to celebrate the blessings that the holidays bring and to rejoice in the fact that a grand gift is to be given to humanity. Many millennia ago on your planet, you were witness to what you were capable of creating before the Anunnaki came and, in a fit of anger, destroyed your golden cities filled with scientific marvels. This was only around 8,000 years ago. Since then you have been in a straitjacket with only the most minimal technologies to light your weary path. The dark rulers were ever fearful of what you were capable of, and of your unbreakable allegiance to the Light and the deeply buried memories of the glories of the Creator. Finally the sacred moment has arrived when the truth of your Beingness can be revealed. The Creator has summoned legions from across this galaxy to come and take a hand in a massive transformation of your lives. A Light of great import has flashed through their ranks and your liberation is ensured!We wish you to be very clear that this time has been decreed by the Creator as the moment when your liberation from the whims of the dark finally happens! This full-scale turnabout in your affairs is due to the unceasing blessings of Heaven. What you are seeing in the world about you are the signs that shamans and prophets through the ages have predicted for this golden moment. This is when you can regain your liberty and begin to receive the many sacred truths long withheld from you. We Ascended Masters have kept these truths alive in our teachings, and in so doing, prepared humanity for this great shift in consciousness. You are being made aware every day of what you are capable of and the amazing power that you as a collective possesses. Our role is to use the resources given to us to carry out this blessed task and join with Heaven's liberators to manifest a new day for all who dwell here!Your precious hearts are open and ready to receive a most gracious gift. Let us use this time to spread a message of freedom, prosperity, and a return to divine Truth. Let all the lies and endless manipulation of the dark cease forthwith and may the great flow of holy Light from the Creator bring us all in joy to the new reality and the new sovereignty given to all. This is the time we have long waited for and it is at last coming to fruition. Very shortly we are to manifest among you and teach many sacred truths given to us by the host of Seraphim that daily pour their sacred Light from AEON. This Light grows stronger with each day and is reflected in the brightness of our Sun. This grand Light is blasting away the power of the dark and giving true sustenance to those who follow the sacred edicts of the Light!Today we continued our messages. They are intended to provide you with a fundamental comprehension of what is going on around you. The dawn of a new reality has come and with it, the moments when you are to meet your spiritual and space families. This is indeed a most special time to be in embodiment on the Earth plane! Know, dear Ones, that the countless Supply and never-ending Prosperity of Heaven are indeed Yours! So Be It! Selamat Gajun! Selamat Ja! (Sirian for Be One! and Be in Joy!)

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THE ELEVENTH NIGHT IN THE COMPANY

OF AL-HUSSAIN (A.S)

Anyone who follows the path of the Infallible Imams, peace be upon them, will surely feel very grieved if he had the opportunity to spend the eleventh night at the grave of the oppressed Imam (.). Signs of disappointment and depression as well as grief will have painted their marks on his face upon witnessing such a tremendous calamity. He would have heard the moaning and groaning, the sighs and cries of those whom al-Husain (.) had left behind. He would have closely witnessed the corpses of the Progeny of Muhammed (.), who had sacrificed themselves for Islam, lying on the ground drenched in their blood as the wind blew upon them in that wilderness: parts cut off by the spears, from whose blood swords drank, and whatever was left was crushed under the horses' hooves... Whoever had the chance to come close to the ladies, who grew up in the home of revelation, would find them shedding their tears on those sacred corpses. The women were crying, sobbing, beating their chests, their hair protruding on their faces3. He would then console them with his own incessant tears, with his loud cries and generous grief.

It goes without saying that such a grief is related to the truthful one, Fat.ima al-Zahra (.), to consoling her, and to fulfilling the wish of the Imams of Guidance, peace be upon them, according to many traditions reported in all such circumstances. There are traditions from which one may derive such a conclusion if he only contemplates upon them. For example, there is a tradition reported by Malik al-Juhni who quotes Im~m [al-Baqir] Abu Jafer [al-Sadiq]

(.) saying, "Whoever visits al-Husain's grave on Ashura and remains there mourning will meet Allah on the Day of Judgment receiving the rewards due to two million performances of the "hajj "and two million performances of the "umra "and two million campaigns in the company of the Messenger of Allah and the Guided Imams."

Scholars of Arabic who examined the original text of this statement conclude that all such rewards are due to one who remains there all day long till the night even if he does not spend the night there. But Jabir al- Ju`fi's tradition, wherein he quotes Abu `Abdullah [Imam Jafer al-Sadiq] (.), sheds a light that may help understand it better. He has said, "One who visits al-H. usain's grave [shrine] and spends a night there will be as though he had been martyred in his company."1 This statement apparently implies staying there for one night

prior to spending the day at his grave-site. Discerning this tradition will let one conclude that one who stays at the grave of the one who sacrificed himself for Islam, and who did so suffering from thirst, for a full day, ought not depart from there during the [eleventh] night the like of which had never been witnessed by the daughters of the Messenger of Allah (.) and the trust of the caliphate. They were left behind in the desert by shining moons and by the elite from among the men of honour. Beside them lay the parts that the swords of oppression and misguidance had cut off. They were frightened, not knowing what to expect from the enemies of All~h and of His Messenger. One who pays homage to them and who spends that night at al-Husain's grave will demonstrate through his grief and mourning his sadness for being too late to come to his aid and to earn the greatest salvation. He would keep repeating the

statement saying: "Ya laytana kunna ma`akum fa nafooza fawzan azeema", "How we wish we were with you so we would earn a great achievement."2 He would console the Lady of all Women (.) who mourned her son who was forbidden from drinking water. Tharra, the mourner, saw her once in a vision standing at al-H. usain's grave weeping, and she ordered Tharra to eulogize her son (.) with these lines:

O eyes! Overflow and do not dry

And do over the one killed at T. aff cry.

They left his body in every place hit,

But I could not, alas, tend to it.

No, nor was he sick at all...3

Abu Ali, al-Muhsin ibn Ali al-Tanukhi, the judge, quotes his father saying, "Abul-Hassan, the scribe, inquired once about who the son of the mourner was. Nobody in the meeting place at Karkh4 knew the answer besides

myself. I asked him, `What is the context of the question?' He said, `I have a bondmaid who fasts and who recites "tahajjud "quite often, yet she cannot [besides] correctly pronounce even one Arabic word! Moreover, she even quotes poetry, and her accent is heavily Nabatean. Last night, she woke up terrified, trembling. Her bed was close to mine. She cried out to me, `O father of al-Hasan! Come help me!' I asked her what was wrong with her. She said, `I performed my prayers and supplications then went to bed. I saw myself walking in one of the Karkh alleys. Soon I saw a clean room, white and beautiful, decorated with teak wood, and its door was open.

There were women standing in it whom I asked about who had died and about what the matter was. They pointed to the interior of the house, so I entered and found a clean and most beautiful room. In its courtyard stood a young woman who was the best, the most radiating, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She was wrapped in white clothes, and in her lap there was a head bleeding. I asked her, `Who are you?' She said, `Never mind..., I am Fat.ima daughter of the Messenger of Allah (.), and this is the head of my son al-Husain (.). Tell I, therefore, woke up frightened.'" She was calmed down by the old lady in the house [apparently the mother of the narrator] till she was able to sleep. Abul-Hasan, the scribe, said to Ali al-Tanukhi, "O father of al-Qasim! Since you yourself know Ibn Asda`, you are now morally obligated to convey the message to him." Al-Tan~akhi agreed saying, "I hear and I obey the order of the Lady of all the Women of the World, peace be upon her."

All this happened during the month of Sha`b~n when people were suffering a great deal from the persecution of the H.anbalis who resisted their going to al-H.~'ir. I kept pleading to them till I was permitted to go. I reached al-H. ~'ir in the eve of the middle of Sha`b~n. I kept inquiring about the whereabouts of Ibn Asda` till I was able to see him. I said to him, "Fat.ima, peace be upon her, orders you to mourn the martyrdom of her son with the poem starting with:

I did not dress his wound, No, nor was he sick at all.

... and I was at that time unfamiliar with that poem. He felt very vexed, so I narrated to him and to those in his company the incident above. They all burst in tears, and everyone who mourned al-Husain (.) that night used

this poem as a eulogy. It starts with

O eyes! Overflow and do not dry

And do over the one killed at Taff cry.

CONTD......

"Kindly receite this line whenever you drink a glass of water not only in muharram but round the year

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