Thirteen Mountaintops

The Nada Chronicles, part 1

© Hans Brockhuis – 2000

Sailing among the humid eastern winds I am soaring through the skies and proud and calm I am looking down upon the green valley where I am able to recognize the fields and the pastures and higher up the woods and the rocks and the cliffs and the many mountain streams who seek out their way down towards the broad receiving sea. But above all I am aware of the embracing shield of the thirteen mighty snow-capped mountaintops, their roots buried deep in the Mother Earth, towards their dwellings, high in the sapphire skies and thus making a connection between Heaven and Earth.

I will introduce myself. My name is Nada, and I am, what you people would call a Grey Eagle, and from high above the clouds I am capable to observe with my sharp eye all that happens on the earth plane. Hence I can find from high above my prey (yes, I need to eat as well, is it not so?). But it is also possible for me to monitor other members of the animal kingdom, among which, you human be-ings. And with the mighty mirrors of my wings, I know how to reflect your aspirations and your objectives and in what way you - dear human - will be able to bring into another dimension your behavior and your conduct towards other people and towards other creations of Source and consequently make it possible for others to mirror themselves at you, so that this be-ing, and the next and the next will be touched upon.

When that will be accomplished, it won't be necessary for me any more to be that mirror for you. Then you will be your own mirror and at that moment you will be competent to communicate directly with heavenly vistas and at that time it will be possible to keep your tranquil green valley, green and create together with other animals, Paradise towards which you assert to be under way.

Back to the here and now. I utter my powerful cry, that is bounced back a thirteen fold from the mighty peaks and that shapes an echo of sounds all through the vale. And those feeling tones tell you about Light and Faith and Peace and above all of Love. Because, dear Friends, Love is where everything revolves around. Because Love is Good-hearted, Love is Simple, and Love is Light and Love is Trust and Love is Beauty and Love is to Give and Love is to Receive. In short, Love IS.

And I look again at the high slopes and on every incline I distinguish a spring. And from each spring a little stream of water originates. Slowly but surely streaming through the green mountain pastures always down. And I see that the water which follows faithfully the laws of gravitation, is no ordinary water. It also is Light, and also it is Love and also it is Peace. All thirteen little brooks become creeks and one by one, lower down the slopes, they come together, forming an always broader stream and at last a grand river.

This River of Light goes its own way across rocks and cascades and slows down at last and becomes broader still, there where also the valley broadens and finally flows deliberately in between the fields and the pastures and the villages of the places where the people live. The farmers pump that part of the water they need to irrigate their fields and the villagers use their share to drink and the life of these humans is peaceful and the grand river flows serenely through the valley, so that to all appearances, it already seems that Paradise on Earth is here for the taking.

I can see a few boats on the river, sailing towards the large sea. The fishermen will be fishing, because the villagers eat, in addition to the food their friends the farmers grow, also the fish that lives in their abundant sea. And in the great woods of the animals I can make out a few men, whom in their green outfits, together with their faithful dogs, try to capture a profuse catch of game, because also the human Be-ings need to eat as well, is it not so?

Further on I perceive a group of lumberjacks. They are very much in need of the trees they are going to deprive of their stately lives, they assure each other, because houses have to be built and above all a huge bridge, crossing the river. And I can see an enormous gap in one of the mountain slopes, where others are busy digging ore out of the Mother, because all this is essential to keep their community alive. This is what they are telling to each other.

And above all this, an exuberant Golden Yellow sun is shining. It is nicely warm and the people bask themselves in this heavenly sunshine and a number of them swim in the powerful sea and feel the rich waters that surrounds them and touches their bodies with the Light from the thirteen sources, supplied from high above in the mountains. And because of the warmth of the waters, part of it evaporates and rises to high altitudes and in these delightful up-currents I, Nada, am revolving and cherishing myself and again I soar to where I can bathe myself in the warmth and the Love of the Heavenly Realms.

I notice that the up-currents become clouds, that are blown by the lovely eastern winds towards the thirteen mountaintops, where they collide with the local drifts and then rain themselves out in a tender shower against the slopes of our proud range. With a certain greed, the Mother sips in this rain en nurses it with fresh Light. By means of subterranean passageways this is subsequently leaded towards the thirteen sources and at that moment the circle is complete at last and these Waters of Peace are ready to again touch the human Be-ings and to make it available for these creatures of the Creator for their growth to a brand new and magnificent consciousness.

I, Nada, greet you all and I thank you Heart-ily that you have been willing to listen to me.

Namasté