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The Two Wolves Story
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people every day.
He said; "My son, the battle is between two wolves that live inside of all of us. One is 'Evil'. It is hatred, envy, jealous, greed, arrogance, guilt, shame, resentment, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
The other wolf is 'Good'. It is joy, love, peace, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, forgiveness, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."
The grandson thought about this for a minute and then asked his grandfather; "Which wolf wins?"
The old Cherokee grandfather replied; "The one you feed and pay attention to the most."
"This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself."
- Chief Seattle
I would venture to say that the reverse is also true. Whatever he does to himself, he does to the web.
Brenda
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A Quick Update from GEMinister Brenda Shoop
Happy Equinox/ Full Moon! All is fragrant here, my friends. Bruce is tending garden right now. "Here" is Sacrament-o California. We trekked across to Hempfest, and are now staying outside my aunt's house in our covered wagon.
camping on an old logger road in washington
The trip across the country was awe inspiring. We saw giant windmills all across Wisconsin.
We stopped and had a nice visit with Grandma Kay Lee and her family.
Fields and fields of sunflowers all across North Dakota, as far as the eye could see. I was too enthralled to get out the camera!
We got really high in Montana
Beautiful mountain vista in Montana.
doe nursing her young
pronghorn antelope
Winding roads up and down led us to Seattle. The wonderful energy, blessings, and abundance at Hempfest. Almost too much excitement!
Like my new crown? HaHa!
we made it to the pacific!
I'm not sure what our next adventure will be, but I have a feeling that it will coincide with our 4th anniversary on October 14th. We're thinking of going up to Mt Shasta for the occasion.
Oh wow, it just got a little more fragrant in here! (I like purple)
We have access to working the harvest upstate. I plan to teach my aunt how to make edibles with as much medicine as we can get. She's a great cook, and since she has a medical card, she can grow and have a little business.
I'd LOVE to learn how to make "pot-cicles" out of "flash frozen" juiced fresh green whole plant (loaded with seeds too). Try giving that to a kid on chemo and you've got a winner! (insert disclaimer here: I don't advocate chemo) And thanks go to Brother Greg for that idea!
I think the outsides of the clear wrappers should have graduated marks on them so you can cut them with a knife, providing consistent dosages. (like butter is marked) All different flavors; mango, peach, banana, grape, orange, cherry, etc)
And so it is. Can I get an AMEN!
I really do like purple! WOW!
In fact, the last "purple message" that came to me got published just in time for the Equinox.
Would you like to explore a pothole with me?
I always find treasure.
I hope that was as much fun for you as it was for me! Felt like finding a giant clue. Or maybe I've truly and completely lost my mind. Hooray! if that's true.
Abundant Love and Blessings to All
Brenda
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Dot to Dot Mandelbrot
As above so below in the family tree. Mother - Daughter healing in the blink of an I AM, using Mandelbrot's fractal theory.
I like puzzles. When I was younger, I had a big dot-to-dot book. When I received the book, I was excited and planned to complete each picture, including coloring them, one at a time.
What I discovered was that the act of figuring out what the picture was turned out to be enough for me to want to move on to the next one. I started coloring the first one, but never actually finished it. There were just too many undiscovered pages left to explore!
I am finding that this methodology has translated into my life as a series of incomplete projects. I have started writing four books, but it seems as though as soon as I figure out what I'm going to write about, I'm "over it" and ready to learn something new. Outlining the intention of the books is about as far as I have been able to get so far.
Is that necessarily a bad thing? Part of me says yes. Part says no.
Therein lies the conflict. The friction.
Certainly, starting and not completing projects doesn't get one ahead in this world, does it? Or does it really matter in the grand scheme of things?
The thought process that interferes with me now is that there is already so much information available, what do I have to offer that's different? Plus, there are so many people in this world who are so much smarter and in tune than I am, again, what do I have to offer that's different?
Frequently I find that when I am writing about a point of view or sudden "aha" moment, during the ensuing research process I find that there is a plethora of information about this very point of view already published and readily available.
Which in itself poses another set of questions; Are these points of view or "aha" moments really mine, or did I just tap into the universal frequency where they've been residing all along? Am I experiencing someone else's "aha" moment simultaneously? Am I really tapped into this higher frequency I've been learning about, where one "knows all things"?
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He Weeps
Written in 2000; still applies today......
He Weeps
As the whole world sleeps, He weeps.
He weeps for the diseases we've spread,
For the things we've killed, for the paths we tread.
He weeps for the morals we've lost
For our infidelities, for the lives we've tossed.
He weeps for the lies we've told
For our tales of violence, for our greed of gold.
He weeps for the war we've wreaked
For our fountains of blood, for our prey on the weak.
He weeps for the terror we've instilled
For our rape of faith, for our hate revealed.
And still, when the dawn breaks, He smiles
He opens His arms, He closes the miles
He spreads forth His light from above
He fills us with peace, He offers His Love
And as the world sleeps, He weeps.
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Still
STILL
I am so still.
Night before last,
I ate cake beside her grave
And rifled through vivid memories
In the mausoleum where he lay curled up.
Clear understanding nudged at me gently
While I reached for the comfort of knowledge.
I am so still.
Last night, I sat beside her grave
And she accompanied me to the mausoleum
Where he lay curled up among his memories.
The window opened wide to the cool night air
Where I played as a child and, now, I watched me.
Understanding came from her but naught from her lips.
I dreamed of cake and it was sweet.
I dreamed of memories and they were clear.
I dreamed of knowledge and it was poetry.
I dreamed of me and I was the child.
I dreamed of Death and it was gentle.
I am so still.
By Rea Fielden
© Copyright 2001
