July 16, 2018

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Spiral galaxy -
Hem of the cosmic mantle.
Thrilling beyond words.
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The Milky Way – our home – manifestation of The Father beyond creation – rather like the trail left by the sweeping of the hem of His mantle across the night sky. Our human eyes can not behold The Father – yet we are offered hints, miniscule enough for us to attempt to hold a concept. The trailing of His infinite consciousness is a concept beyond comprehension. Using the words like a parrot, having no real comprehension as to the meaning. Yet – even the writing or speaking of these words which I do not understand creates an extended sigh – wherein I melt just a bit – diminishing the separation from the whole.

With gratitude and awe for the incomprehensible love which holds you, me, all that is- in exultant dance through eternity. We are awakening to source: Sat Chit Ananda.

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“English is a very impoverished language when it comes to describing these high states of consciousness. So, I’m going to jump to a Sanskrit word and then tell you how that translates into English. But the first thing to admit is that it is completely beyond words. The yogis, the masters, say: “He who knows, he knows; no-one else knows”. You cannot describe it. You have to experience it. But the word that they give to it which comes closest is ‘sat chit ananda’. Translated loosely, that means “ever-existing, ever conscious, ever new joy or bliss.” Ananda means bliss, and enlightenment means oneness with that ‘sat chit ananda’; infinite bliss, immortal bliss, all knowing, omniscient, omnipresent Bliss. ‘That is what we really are.”

. . . . Words from Brother Chidanandaji 

 President of Self Realization Fellowship and Yogada Satsanga Society

https://yoganandasite.wordpress.com/2018/05/17/christ-consciousness-here-and-now-the-second-coming-of-christ-bro-chidananda/

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Photo of the Milky Way by Arnaud Besancon
https://www.facebook.com/Arnaud-Besancon-Starscapes-1063167053750941/
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7 2 2018 Children in Cages Under Silver Blankets

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Small child cries for ma,
But madre cannot answer.
Silver blanket warms.

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What cold heart conceives separating children from mother or father. What cold heart tells the little ones to sleep under silver blankets with bright lights on. Destruction of immune system from so many angles.
Physically – bright lights in room disrupts melatonin production so important for proper immune function
Mentally – tearing a little one away from the one who loves them - beyond measure disrupts the immune function
Spiritually – these rooms have none of the symbols of organic and healthy life which encourages connection as humans – destroying immune function – possibly destroying faith and trust in humans and the Divine.
Shame is on the head of the ‘no longer united states’ (i cannot even capitalize the name of this land).
Shame
Shame
Shame

Instead of sack cloth we should be wearing silver blankets. When time for accounting comes and we face the Beloved, what words could possibly be used to defend this harm? 

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Matthew 25:40

And the King shall answer and say unto them, 

Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, 

ye have done it unto me.

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Photo from Mother Jones Magazine
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JUNE 17, 2018 My Soul Friend - My Daddy

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Entering the earth
Through a spark of Divine Love.
Into daddy’s arms.
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My beloved father taught me to aim high and never give up. Over and over as a child and on into adulthood, my father would say to me, “You can be whatever you want to be. Just set your mind to it. You can accomplish it. Aim high and then do what you need to do to accomplish that goal.”
He would then sometimes ask me, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” As a child, what I wanted to be could vary according to what captured my attention on any particular day. In May of 1961 Alan Shepard went into space in an astounding 15-minute flight which was called by the people "Freedom 7.” All of America was watching, including my family. It was around this time that my father again spoke with me about what I wanted to accomplish – what I wanted to ‘be’ when I grew up. Somehow the possibility of astronaut came up. My older brother scoffed at the idea, saying “You can’t do that – you are a girl.” My father quickly admonished by brother and made sure I heard and understood by reiterating, “You can accomplish and ‘be’ anything you want to be. Being a girl does not limit you. You can accomplish whatever you set your mind to accomplish.”
My father gave me the gift of powerful support to accomplish goals and head into the direction of my heart. He never tried to limit my direction of inquiry. We would talk science. We would talk philosophy and world religions. We would talk of our life of spirit, our relationship to the Divine Beloved. Mystical in basic nature and relationship to the world my father gave to me so much goodness.
Indeed, I have accomplished every goal I have set thus far. Even today, I continue to move in the direction of my true heart. My dear father has played a tremendous role in the creation of good in this life.
There are no adequate words to express my deep gratitude for and to the man I was blessed to call Daddy.
 

Happy Father’s day 

to my soul friend 

– my daddy.

 

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The image is of one of my father’s favorite prints. He always said he felt it looked like him. He had been a sailor for many years of his life; first for a term in the Navy and then a career in the Coast Guard. When he looked at this image, he felt it was Victoria holding his hands, Crystal at his left shoulder and Starr at his right shoulder. (My 3 daughters, his 3 granddaughters). 

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