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Re: Cries for help

http://kryon.gaia.com — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 02:22:30 GMT

Change your words and everyone else's words into ENERGY. Change your thoughts into FEELINGS instead of substantially sound perceptions and ultimatums. Touch your third eye with your fingers, then, bring all thoughts down into the solar plexus which is the 'organ of the mind', place your hands over that area, and store the energy there.

Remember who you are. A true and unique expression of the ONE creator. We are part of the earth in these bodies, these vehicle's for God's experience. The mother has been going through some pain and some changes and some revelations recently. We are one with her and we weep too, with her. She needs us to REMEMBER that we are unique expressions of the ONE, walking the planet, in service to the ONE GOD.

It's almost a FULL MOON! We are wrapping this up tonight, and it will be full tomorrow. We are going into some new energies. The Mayan Calendar will be changing on November 8th, so tune in! Be ENERGY and speak ENERGY. There's nothing else. We must not look for the WORDS that people say but the ENERGY behind them.

Blessings to you all~

Namaste

Re: Cries for help

http://amazume.gaia.com — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 22:15:14 GMT

Kevin,

Thank you for your presence, and for this reminder. Just took a dive into "The Beautiful Pastel, Pink Light Of Unconditional Love, and Healing. Surely Love Heals All Things!" Passing it on.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. Feeling much calmer.

Re: Cries for help

http://107LamplighterDrive.gaia.com — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 22:05:09 GMT

Dear Nell, I am very sorry for the heartbroken state of mind that your friend
Astrid has recently been in. I join you in visualizing her and her loved ones being
being surrounded by The Beautiful Pastel, Pink Light Of Unconditional Love, and
Healimg. Surely Love Heals All Things! Kevin

Re: Cries for help

http://amazume.gaia.com — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 22:01:04 GMT

Astrid is most definitely going to walk again. That is the prognosis, and she is facing everything like the peaceful warrior she is.

And now that I now she's going to recover, I am falling apart. I completely let emotions take over and my nerves are raging through me. I stretched out on the trampoline today, looking at clouds overhead rushing by, and the wind picking up, leaves gently falling upon us. A hawk circling around right but high above us. So much excitement and electricity in the air. Same thing was happening, I noticed, to my nerves, they too were rushing through me with the same speed as the clouds were moving. And it's alright.

How exhausting, my mind keeps coming back with all sorts of perspectives on how my husband runs away from me when going through a rough time. And while I"m at it. Astrid has a much rougher road to recovery ahead of her right now.

Shut up, mind. Be brilliant when it counts, but for now: SHUT UP! Wrote a letter to my husband that explains what I need right now and specifically tells him how he can be there for me. And now I have to get the boys ready for Halloween. Trick or treat. I'll get into it somehow. For them.

Thankful for this spot in the Universe where I can reflect. Most grateful for the way Astrid is facing it all, and that she will walk again! I can completely understand why she jumped. She wanted to be back in touch with her soul through shattering and breaking some bones that most certainly happened. Not for the faint of heart, as it is a very painful process. Still, bone tissue is most definitely connected with the soul. I can imagine Astrid wishing right now she had figured out some other way to focus on her bones/soul connection.

I keep sending you Loving Light, Astrid. And in my eyes you are GREAT, God(des)like, Radiant, Eternal, Awake, Transcendence.

Re: Babar Ali, 16, Creates Free School for Poor Villagers

http://Meenakshi.gaia.com — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 20:16:03 GMT

I just love this story; and am so happy it was picked up by mainstream media.

Re: Cries for help

http://amazume.gaia.com — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 05:04:40 GMT

Dear Meenakshi,

Thank you for being who you are, doing what you do. Your infinite vibrant Light is much appreciated.

In gratitude
;-o

Babar Ali, 16, Creates Free School for Poor Villagers

http://amazume.gaia.com — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 04:21:15 GMT

(Source: Gimundo)

A 16-year-old boy from India has created a free program to educate more than 800 children in his village. By Kathryn Hawkins. Posted on October 12 2009 Filed under Heroes |
Image: iStockphoto
Babar Ali, a 16-year-old student from West Bengal, India, takes his schoolwork very seriously. Every day after a six-mile journey to school, he sits in the front row and works tirelessly to transcribe his teachers’ words into his notebook.
Although Ali is a model student, his main concern isn’t with getting straight As. Instead, he’s on a mission to help those without the opportunity to go to school to receive the same education that he has been granted.
So every day, Ali races home after his lessons are over, where hundreds of children from his village are waiting in his backyard. Although these youths are eager to receive an education, they’ve never been to school. Their families are not able to afford the cost of textbooks, and many of them need to work during the day to support their relatives. In most circumstances, these children would remain uneducated and illiterate, forced to do menial jobs for the rest of their lives. Thanks to Ali’s help, they may have a chance at a better life.
Ali never set out to create his own school, but his mission has taken on a life of its own since it began. Ali began giving lessons to his friends from the village at age nine, and word has spread far and wide over the last seven years. Soon, other children began crowding in, eager to see what he could teach them. Today, more than 800 students come to Ali’s backyard to learn, and his program has grown: now, Ali shares the spotlight with nine other volunteer teachers, and provides his students with donated food and textbooks.
Ali comes from a poor family himself, and, combined with household chores, traveling, and school attendance, his makeshift classroom takes a heavy toll on his time. But he believes his efforts are more than worth whatever sacrifices he may be making.
“In the beginning I was just play-acting, teaching my friends,” he told BBC News, “but then I realized these children will never learn to read and write if they don’t have proper lessons. It’s my duty to educate them, to help our country build a better future.”

Planning a happy and healthier halloween

http://amazume.gaia.com — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 03:57:44 GMT

On Gimundo today:

http://gimundo.com/news/article/planning-a-happy-and-healthier-halloween/

Re: Cries for help

http://Meenakshi.gaia.com — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 15:17:38 GMT

Dear friend, I am in loving light with you, as you radiate it out to Astrid, her family and loved ones and all those who are connected to her.

thank you for reaching out.

Re: Cries for help

http://amazume.gaia.com — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 13:52:33 GMT

Thanks so much Ryon, for your presence here. I'm no longer shivering. Just listening and letting your words of compassion settle in my bones.

Re: Cries for help

http://kryon.gaia.com — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 07:33:28 GMT

ooohh, that's sad. We weep with her, and we weep with those who make choices to learn their lessons the hard way. The ones whose patience has ran out and who's fortune has not been of luck, but of constant struggle to find a balance point.

Cries for help

http://amazume.gaia.com — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 05:42:58 GMT

I sit here, heart broken and shivering. Shivering in spite of the roaring fire in front of me, draped in a blanket. Staring into the flames and listening to the waves licking the shore. Digesting the news that my friend Astrid jumped from her building in Amsterdam, and managed to call the ambulance herself. This happened early Sunday morning. She has a four month old baby boy and she had more then she could chew. She tried her best to communicate her suicidal thoughts and ask for help. She was turned away. (Hospital policy - suicidal thoughts alone are not enough of an indication for an overnight. Here, take some pills).

Astrid, I remember your baby's cry on my niece's birthday. It was a cry for help. It was an alarm that did not go unnoticed. Sending him soothing pink rays of Light. He is so loved. There is a huge part of you that loves him more than you may know.

Astrid, true and constant friend. I am with you and am watching you, awed by the path you chose to grow. I am watching you grow, and crying with you through the heart break.

I am rooting for you to find your way through it all. With the grace I have always seen in you - in the way you move, physically, emotionally, spiritually. And in the sound of your voice, gentle and deep, soulful.

I trust that there is a huge part of you (and it is huge) that is alive and wants to see you grow through this. Whether or not you walk again may well be your choice. Or not. Grow through it you can. And you are.

Sending you soothing pink rays of Light. The vibration of unconditional love. I've been feeling you receiving it, letting it in, allowing it to settle. Cry, cry those tears that were held back and nearly drowned you, but never quite could because you are stronger, as you have proven beyond a doubt.

I cry out to the Universe now, silent soulful tears. Turn them into soothing pink liquid Light, along with rays of blue, violet, and green Light to touch and pass through Astrid, Fabio, Cas and all concerned. To provide healing and guidance. All to serve the best interest and the best possible result for ALL concerned.

Namaste.

The South Pole Doctor Who Treated Her Own Cancer

http://Meenakshi.gaia.com — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 07:25:15 GMT

The South Pole Doctor Who Treated Her Own CancerIn honor of her recent death, we'd like to share the story of Dr. Jerri Nielsen, a doctor who discovered she had breast cancer while working in the remote South Pole, and was forced to treat her own disease in order to survive. By Kathryn Hawkins. Posted on June 25 2009 Filed under Health and Wellbeing Heroes History
Imagine being cut off from society in one of the world’s most remote locations, and discovering that you have a deadly disease in need of immediate medical treatment.
Ten years ago, that’s what happened to 47-year-old Jerri Nielsen, who had left her Ohio home after a bitter divorce to spend a year working at the scientific station in the South Pole. While working at the station that March, Nielsen discovered a hard lump in one of her breasts. She was sure it was cancer, but she wasn’t able to go to a doctor for treatment—she and her colleagues would be stuck in the South Pole for the next seven months until the snow thawed, and the only medical professional in the area was Nielsen herself.
Rather than commit herself to an immediate death sentence, Dr. Nielsen used her courage and ingenuity to fight for her life.
To take a biopsy sample of the breast tissue, she stuck herself with a needle 20 times. She trained a welder friend to assist with the operation, providing him with potatoes and chicken to practice on before attempting to make an incision in her skin. Once Dr. Nielsen had a large enough sample, a mechanic helped her to transmit images to a hospital in the United States, where her self-diagnosis was confirmed: the tumor was an aggressive form of cancer. Without the proper medical help, she wouldn’t survive for long.
Soon, a US Air Force jet performed a risky airlift mission to provide Nielsen with a pack of supplies, including chemotherapy drugs and medical equipment. Receiving instructions from American doctors via teleconferencing equipment, Dr. Nielsen performed her own chemotherapy treatments and hormone injections, with assistance from her South Pole colleagues. Although the treatments made her weak, she was able to survive the long winter until she could be rescued that October.
After returning to the United States, Dr. Nielsen’s cancer went into remission following a mastectomy and another surgery. She soon became an activist in support of cancer charities, speaking at fundraisers and writing a best-selling book called Ice Bound: A Doctor’s Incredible Battle for Survival at the South Pole. She continued her work as a physician, and three years ago, married Thomas FitzGerald.
Sadly, Dr. Nielsen’s cancer eventually returned. She passed away on Tuesday.
But while Dr. Nielsen didn’t ultimately manage to defeat the disease, she put up a brave and noble battle—and she would have you know that her death isn’t the important part of the story. As she wrote to her parents in 1999, while trapped in the South Pole expecting to die there: ”More and more as I am here and see what life really is, I understand that it is not when or how you die but how and if you truly were ever alive.”

Image: Dr. Jerri Nielsen in a 1999 Photograph released by the National Science Foundation.

Re: Unsettled

http://Meenakshi.gaia.com — Sun, 24 May 2009 19:37:23 GMT

Nell, I've been looking for a depiction of the heart with wings...and here the universe you have answered my call! Thank you for this very special message [now if I could request you to fly over the TPOL and post it there too? pretty please?]

Re: Unsettled

http://amazume.gaia.com — Sun, 24 May 2009 06:05:28 GMT

Meenakshi, dear one,

Claudia (my quintessential mom Ta's magnificent Maccaw) and I had an exchange recently, in which she showed me that my heart had wings. The picture I received from Claudia much resembles the lightworker and mercaba pictures as described by Aluna Joy. At the time I did not quite understand the context of it, yet trusted it would come to me. It just did. Amazing. Thank you!!!

Re: Unsettled

http://amazume.gaia.com — Sat, 23 May 2009 18:42:53 GMT

Dear Om and Meenakshi,

Thanks so much for your supportive and loving presence here. It means a lot more than words can even express. Thanks for the link, Meenakshi. I have a feeling it does resonate. Since it's a long read, I'm saving it for this evening.

Hugs,
Nell ;-o

Re: Unsettled

http://Meenakshi.gaia.com — Fri, 22 May 2009 19:15:38 GMT

Dear Nell, your courage, the clarity of thought that has led to such clear intentions, and your friendship in opening up and sharing with us, these intense times you are going through...thank you for them all. I sit with you at the campfire, and as we gaze into the fire, see the burning of dross to bring gold.

This may resonate.Activation of the Butterfly Heart

Re: Unsettled

http://ADLIAC.gaia.com — Fri, 22 May 2009 10:00:35 GMT

Thank you for sharing all this, Nell, providing us such a good example while expressing what you needed to for yourself.

These upheavals, especially in living arrangements, are epidemic these days amongst spiritually conscious people. I see your life in that context, which means the whole thing is for the optimum life for all concerned.

Re your new life: So be it. It is done. It is real. With you, I rejoice, appreciate, celebrate, accept, and allow.

Hugs, OM Bastet

Unsettled

http://amazume.gaia.com — Thu, 21 May 2009 08:51:52 GMT

Here I am, sitting at this campfire on the beach. Thanks so much for being here with me, while we listen to the song of winds and water and the crackling of the fire. So good to feel the warmth and comfort of the fire.

There are things a might as well feed to the fire here on the beach. For a long time now I have known a move was inevitable. My family and I have lived in paradise (in a sprawling, wooded area on Long Island's North Shore) for many wonderful years. While my husband still strongly feels he has to sing this one out here, I am ready to move on. Thankfully my husband does appreciate this. I'm preparing to move back to the Netherlands, with our two youngest sons. My oldest son has chosen to stay here with his dad for another year.

Going fearward here, my husband's support is hard to find. Financially that is. I've turned down quite a few neurofeedback clients because I intend to move by the end of next month. So there is anger and resentment here. It is old and very unattractive, and it is definitely not mine. Throwing it in the fire to return it to its original perfection. And then there is the fear of not having enough funds to do this move 'properly'. Throwing fear and the belief that defines what is 'proper' in the fire so it may return to its original perfection.

I intend to make our move as effortless and smooth as possible. Assistance is available here in the US as well as in the Netherlands. Financial, physical, emotional and spiritual support is at my disposal.

I intend to give away and dispose of all unnecessary items so I can travel light, and artfully create the living space I desire. It is already there. It is aestetically pleasing, has plenty of storage and living space, is culturally rich, child friendly and within walking distance to soothing natural surroundings. I intend to find work I can wholeheartedly do as an expression of love. It is already there. It provides plenty of rewards, including an excellent salary and bonuses. I intend to continue to be a guiding and loving presence for my children. I intend to have a government subsedized guest mother available for my family during times I have to work or study. She is already there. She is dependable, loving, has a great sense of humor, and her childrearing methods are gentle, kind, nurturing and firm. She is fluent in Dutch and English. I can almost smell her divine cooking already. She is someone who respects boundaries and who fits perfectly in our fluctuating family structure.
I intend to have Max (8) enrolled in the school where he is most nurtured, easily befriended and celebrated, where he can enjoy learning processes to his heart's content and where he can effortlessly learn Dutch as a second language in such a way that it might as well have been his first language. I intend the same for Benji (who is turning 3 on July 2). He and Max will spend Wednesday afternoons with Oma (grandma). I intend to spend at least one weekday with Benji where he will not have to go to school.

My heart aches at the idea of having to miss much of my oldest son, Yannick who is about to turn 15. Feeding the ache to the fire to return it to its original perfection. Just as I have against many odds found ways to connect in loving kindness with this rebel, who came through me in a storm, I intend to find ways to connect, and find funds to either visit or send him a ticket. I intend to arrange for Yannick to start 11th Grade at the international school in Eindhoven, the Netherlands. Opportunities await him there to connect with peers from 45 different nations. Though he can continue his classes in English support is available to learn Dutch.

I intend to leave the door open for my husband Joe, to visit as often as he wants to, and to explore possibilities to reconnect as a veritable couple. Throwing in the fire my beliefs as to what the ideal 'veritable' couple looks like to return them to their original perfection. I trust there is, has always been, and always will be a mutual love between us. We have been through worse.

I intend to have time to relax, meditate and play, meet the people I can joyfully connect and share with. They are already there. Some I have yet to meet, and many are family and old friends.

I am thankful for this space, and for your presence here as we sit huddled around the campfire. I feel heard. Thank you.

Namaste,
Nell ;-)

Re: Gimundo Makes a Comeback

http://amazume.gaia.com — Thu, 21 May 2009 05:21:16 GMT

Thank you Meenakshi,

Of course I too am now a Gimundo Subscriber ;-)