| Running Fox Papers
January 2002
Contents
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In
our backyard exists a fir tree
In
our backyard exists a fir tree. It was planted when our children were
very young and its first years were very difficult. He had trouble to
take root. I had to put up a pole next to it which created the possibility
for the young tree not to get uprooted at each storm and got a chance
to become one with the earth. Today it has been grown into a proud fir
that reaches higher than our house. The children live elsewhere now
and have jobs and relations, but the fir is very steadfast now, and
in terms of a tree, a proud adolescent.
Because of the fact that we do not live very far from the sea, it has
withstood many a storm. The only thing is, but that is customary for
a fir tree, that its lower braches tend to become brown. In nature those
braches use to fall off, but in this case I have to lend a hand, because
from time to time a branch collides with the shed that is standing next
to it, or with the fence over which it arches its branches.
At first, when I did not know very much about these things, I used to
saw off these branches, without thinking. But gradually I began to realize
that things like that would not always be the right thing to do. What
would I think, when one of my arms would be sawed off without questioning?
I was wondering. Of course the one cannot be compared with the other
just like that, but still.
During the last five years or so, I am wont to consult the tree when
such a measure is essential. I tell him why it is, in my view, necessary
and explain to him that he will be stronger afterward than before. The
vibrations that I receive in those cases seem to confirm that he agrees
and a certain episode in that respect I am very much aware of until
today.
When I, a few years ago, had been busy like a tree surgeon to do those
things that were necessary, I received, after looking at my work, such
strong vibrations of love and thankfulness, that it was completely clear
to me that it had been the right thing to do. It strengthened me in
my understanding that communication is possible, not only with mankind,
but also with all other beings that exist here and elsewhere.
It was this I was thinking about, when looking for a theme to go with
these 'Running Fox Papers'. It cannot be coincidence when I - having
declared my intention - received contributions from several others about
the same subject.
'Running Fox'
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As
long as I can re-member
©Myriah Krista Walker
As long as I can re-member, I have always heard the Voices
of animals, rocks, rivers and trees. I was actually quite shocked when
I began to realize not everyone did! Every living thing has a Heart,
what I refer to as Soul Heart, or the act of having an open heart. This
communication comes through various ways, from picture-thinking to mind
linking, to just plain laughter.
When I was a child, I was allowed and encouraged to play with my imagination.
A portion of our back yard in Denver was allowed to grow natural with
sumac and wild oats. I had numerous 'imaginary friends', and was always
pretending to be animals of various sizes and shapes. I was just naturally
re-membering shaman and shape-shifting abilities, and my parents, bless
them, let me. They always wanted to hear my stories of animals and other
friends I had in the Lands of Imag-I-Nation, and not once did they ever
tell me I was odd, or different, or shouldn't be listening to those
'voices'. My parents were very open thinkers.
Adolescence
curbed these veils, but later, adulthood opened them wide and shredded
them forever. I was to learn that everything I needed I had as a child.
I had simply to re-member how I played as a young child to remember
the power of the Shaman I Am. I see the records of the Ancient Earth.
They lie in symbol form on the inner planes, just beneath the visual
layer of 3D. I literally see them sometimes as sparkling colored jewels,
or symbolic symbols my conscious mind can't interpret but higher understanding
reads. I also see within the Earth and understand the roadways to the
Inner Paradise Earth. I often walk these Golden Lands consciously, and
literally see the Earth as a Golden Gem. The Beloved Mother simply asks
I be a Voice to this Wisdom.
The
way these records are interpreted is through stories, songs, and simply
a new way of thinking, feeling and BE-ing. They are read through the
Feeling Tones and interpreted through our biology. They are best felt,
sensed and perceived through places of Beauty, Awe, and Splendor. They
are coming through many Messengers. These records are simply new chords
of understanding and increase our vibrations and allow us to BE our
Higher Selves here on Earth. The goal is Heaven on Earth.
Most
places of the Earth holding very strong vibrations are natural and void
of man-made structures. However, I have had spectacular energy conversations
via weeds coming through the cracks of a sidewalk and conveying their
stories from the depths of their roots, or vines growing upon a brick
wall. The Mother speaks through those of fin, fur, feather and fern,
and those of flesh who are Listening. The Mother is Every Where.
Ancient
sites upon the Earth also hold the vibration of these ancient records.
Places of the Anasazi, or Ancient Ones, are where I play and re-member
a lot of my keys. Again, these records are felt intuitively and resonate
the frequency in the biology known as crystal, or Cryst-All, Christ
All. It is a sensory perception residing on the harmonics of Feeling
Tones. Within our very bones are crystal essences that vibrate with
this knowledge. Simply acknowledging this Presence Within activates
this Voice of Wisdom.
When
I become One with the Mother Earth, I literally feel as if a crystal
globe surrounds me. At once I ascend into an alternate reality, but
it is more of a sensation of going within myself. In this state I can
literally disappear, but it took me some time to understand that this
was actually happening. I've startled a few folks, including myself,
for sure and for certain. Sometimes I naturally enter this state while
driving, and have noticed other drivers tend to drift toward my energy…
not a great thing to have happen while bumbling along the interstate
at high speeds. I then make the crystal globe bigger and that tends
to keep them from helplessly wanting to get closer to me and the state
of Love I drive in.
This
is the Beloved Mother Earth's time to shine, and we are simply here
to bask in Her glory and be Her Mirrors. Are you ready to Shine?
Always
with Love,
Myriah Krista Walker
Website:
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Talking
trees
© 2001 Grey
Eagle
What if, by any stretch of the imagination, our beautiful trees could
actually talk? What would they say, I wonder? People sit under trees
for numerous reasons, to be shaded from the sun, to read, to write,
or nap, perhaps to eat their lunch.
There is a song titled "Talk to the Animals". Perhaps someone should
write a song one day titled "Talk to the Trees". If they COULD speak
I wonder what they would tell us.
They have died in forest fires, been struck by lightening, carved on,
cut down, climbed on, and been torn apart. They have suffered drought,
heat, snow, and hail, to mention a few. And yet they either survive
or they somehow are reseeded elsewhere.
If they had the ability to speak or if we perhaps had the willingness
to talk to them, hug them, treasure them, we might learn something about
strength in adversity.
Myself, I have been guilty of some of the above in my lifetime. But
I have also learned to treasure and love them. Yes, I even talk to them.
They are ALIVE, living testimonials of our dear Mother Earth. I have
cried beneath them, spilling my heart out, not needing a verbal response,
and yet knowing these trees feels my pain, hear my cries, and know of
my love for them.
The trunk gives life to its branches, which in turn gives life to its
leaves. They enrich the air we breathe, enhancing every landscape they
dwell upon. There are trees that house animals, trees that bring forth
beautiful blossoms, and trees that create an Oasis in the desert.
Yes, I hugged a tree today. Have you?
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The
Die is cast
© Joep Claessens
The first one, who told me that I should write, was a
tree. A crow steered me into a meadow where it was standing in the middle.
His one half was old; her other half new, as if a lightning bolt once
torned it apart. He stood there with one foot in the past, the other
in the present. When I asked Ash tree if there would be something he
had to tell me, the only thing she told me was: "write", and then again
"write".
O well, I thought. Because I like to write. That is what I have been
doing for years already. And I thanked the tree, like I thanked the
crow for the direction she had shown to me.
One week later I read a channelled text in which the Lasers were asked
by a Mirror from the Other Side to go and write down how they had done
'it' during recent years. With 'it' was meant the process of awakening,
of wiping the sleep out of ones eyes, of standing upright and of stretching
oneself. In order to be able to shake off the veils of forgetfulness,
of re-membering and re-discovering your divine Self, to once again become
the Giant you have always been. That was what had to be written, the
Mirror said through its Mediator. It is about the pain and the trouble,
the joy and the ecstasy, the struggle and the searching, the comfort
and the refuge. Because there be many people that want to know, that
want to tread the same path, searching for support, within books, at
other people, in Nature or wherever they can find it. And those will
become more and more!
"Oh, I know something about this", I thought. "This is good to write
about. Because I like to help people". And I thanked the Mirror and
the Mediator for the push they had given me.
During the same channeling it was asked of me by my Guides to open myself,
because of the presents they wanted to give to me. And when I opened
my Eye and my Heart to them, they were all there, the three of them.
And their gifts were abundant! I felt like the Child Jezus when he was
visited by the three Wise People. I sat up and drank their Love and
Light deeply.
The first gift was that of Sound. It was My Voice, wrapped in a very
special little box. My Voice, that I lost some five years ago, was returned
to me, so I once again was able to raise it, to speak my Truth, to sing!
That alone was already the greatest gift they could give to me. Yes,
I am going to sing again!
The second gift was a Torch-Sword. When it was laid in my open hands
it looked like a common sword. It shone and glimmered from all sides
though. The Power of the Fire and the Love with which it was wrought
could still be felt. But when I gripped it at the handle, and pointed
it upwards, it became a Torch, that beamed out its brilliand Light to
all directions. Happy as a child I was! When I swirled it about, it
created the most wonderful effects of Light in the air. Wow. I may Be
Light, an example, a forerunner! The only thing I have to do is to hold
high my Torch-sword, to speak my Truth, let shine my Light. That is
all.
And the third gift was - indeed - a Pen. A Fountainpen, to be filled
with the Ink of Love and Light. To change my Sound into Words, to give
a form to my Truth and my Light, to thouch the Lasers with the Love
I feel, to also enlight their Fire. Yes! Hurray!
After a grouphug with my three treasures of Guides I thanked them with
All my Heart for their precious gifts and I let them go.
Well then, now I could not hide myself any more. And as it goes when
you surrender to something, immediately the possibility enfolds itself
to bring into practice your good resolutions. Because when I told the
story of the three gifts to Hans, it was an easy target for him. "Write
it down", he said. And that I did.
Joep
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ONE-NESS
© 2002 'Running
Fox'
It is gorgeous weather. Not too hot, not too cold and practically no
wind. I am sitting on a bench in the park. It is not just a bench. It
is located on my favourite spot, under a beautiful aged oak tree. A
butterfly lands right in front of my feet. Its fantastic colored wings,
black, brown and orange shine. During the time of nine heartbeats it
stays there in front of me, flattering its wings, and tells me briefly
about oneness. Then it departs. How magnificent is this little butterfly
and what did it want to tell me? During this short interlude that he
was within my view, he told me volumes about the co-existence of all
creatures.
Again a butterfly comes by, an all-white one this time. It flutters
by three times but does not settle. Also this apparently so very simple
colored creature tells me that there is so much good among humankind,
so that it, when one tries hard, almost becomes difficult to think of
that there also exists so much hatred amongst humans. This hatred is
based primarily upon fear and ignorance. Take these two butterflies.
One so gorgeously colored; the other totally white. Notwithstanding
that, both for us such wee little creatures embody the love that exists
between them. A love that humankind also would want to feel for one
another. Are we not one altogether?
As if to prove my thoughts, from the left arrives the dark colored butterfly
once again and from the right the white one. During the time of a few
heartbeats they circle around each other and seem to be all one. Light
and dark are intermingled in oneness, as well as in color and in appearance.
Once again they make it very clear that we are really one, notwithstanding
our fears, our uncertainties and apparent differences. We are all one;
we come from the one source and are on our way to a common goal, the
re-union with God/Goddess/Source.
A lark shouts his joy about the summer. The trees around me radiate
and tell me that they are healthy and are being taken care of very well
by the rain that is falling regularly and by the sun that is shining
aplenty. Sun and rain are indispensable for all of us, and indeed especially
for these apparently motionless beings.
But these beings are not that motionless it seems, because I can see
that this large branch, that grows directly above me, moves itself,
independently from the other branches, a few meters downward and suddenly
I realize that the tree is greeting me! This makes me really silent
and when I move my field of consciousness outward and adapt it to that
of the tree, I discover that this giant, that exists already upon this
earth so much longer than I do, has to tell me something. I set myself
because this is the first time that I in reality am talking to a tree.
"G-o-o-d-m-o-r-n-i-n-g", the tree seems to say to me with a very low
timbre. The pace in which this creature communicates indeed is so much
lower than what I am used to.
"I understand that you would want to learn something about the oneness
that people ought to develop towards each other?"
"Eh, yes". I reply. "Every day I affirm that I am open to new insights,
so this should include it".
"Well then". The answer is. "Try to pierce your very roots as deep into
the earth as I have, because you will need to be properly earthed for
that which I am going to tell you".
"All right, eh, okay, I am ready. Cast off the shore, [a Dutch saying]
if you would. An impossible task for a tree, I realise. "But this is
not meant literally, of course."
"Ha, ha," the tree roars. It looks like his trunk indeed is shaking
a little. "You should know how many of my species have been cast off
the shore as a mast or a trunk or a rudder of one of the great sailing
vessels of late. But enough of this. This is to be about oneness. Nada
told me that you are searching for the true thoughts that underlie the
concept of oneness. It will not be easy to make this clear to you however,
because it is a complicated concept."
"At first sight it is not so difficult. Isn't oneness that which you
strive for to make your life a happy and rewarding one? The living together
with your partner causes a righteous feeling of oneness. That at least
is the goal at which both partners are aiming. But unfortunately, this
is not to be all the time and the striving often becomes something that
looks like oneness with yourself. With that you allocate to yourself
as much prerogatives, favours and possessions as possible. If that happens
without harming anyone else, not very much can be said, but when it
happens on the expense of another being, it becomes a complete different
story."
"As you just discovered, true oneness is something you live with each
other. With your partner, your family, your friends and relations, and
with every other soul that exists on this Earth and in this Uni-verse.
It is here that the controversies begin, because everyone has got his
own body, every-body has got his own colouring, cultural background,
needs, want of power, greed, and of everything else that stands in the
way of oneness. Above all it is judgement that is looking around the
corner. Do we not judge everybody else? Always and everywhere? Oh yes,
I hear you think, not me. But look into your heart. Probably you are
trying - from time to time - but the question is, do you live it? That
open-mindedness? Can you really say that? I do not think so, do you?"
This I have to confirm. Theory is always easier than practice. I have
to admit that I catch myself regularly going into the wrong again. "But",
I say, "In the books of Neale Walsh, about the conversations with God,
once and again it is emphasized that you cannot go wrong. In every instance
it is possible to think of a reason why it is that you acted like you
did.
Thus you have been able to learn a lesson once again"
"Of course", the tree replies. "It is true, but do not try to fool yourself.
Certainly, you have to strive for and aim towards uplifting your own
vibration. That is to say, you always have to stay honest towards yourself
and have to try to learn what it is that is best for you in communio
with every-body else. Once and again. Then it will be time to realize
that you and all those you do not very much like, carry within themselves
the same Divine sparkle just like you and all of you are trying - each
in their own way - to re-member themselves where they are and how to
return to the road, the path. If you are standing there however, being
cross at someone, you are not standing in the way of the other, but
of yourself. Do I make myself clear?"
"Fine, if you do want to put it that way. But then it looks like it
is all for themselves and God for us all, but that none of us will be
able to draw from the grace of others, who want to teach us how it would
be to become one. That we are all alone and there be no oneness at all,
as much as we try to reach it. I have to say that all this is rather
confusing".
"Come on, courage gone, all gone. Think again about my colleague trees
that have done their jobs as a mast on the seas of the world in order
to propel the boats on which they were attached. All those masts that
have been, in collaboration with their sails, catching the winds and
in that way created the possibility for others to sail every sea. They
have been doing it out of a sense of true oneness. They did not ask
themselves, do I like this captain or that boatman? No they just did
it."
"If there would be three masts on a ship, they all worked together
as a unity for the common goal. They were separate, rigged with sail
and ropes, and did their work individually. But it was three masts that
were needed to propel the one ship in a proper way. And in ONE-NESS
they did their jobs. It is like that with people. Sometimes a sheet
may break, or a sail may be lost in a storm. Even the mast can break
down, but always it is the one-ness that drives on the ship. When the
one mast is gone, the others work together to manage the job, to try
and reach the goal in UNI-ty with the broken one."
"When you try and project this thought to humanity, you can see
that indeed you cannot do anything wrong. Because there is no such thing
as right or wrong. It is only BE that exists. Out of that 'be' you can
learn to reach the oneness in order to - together with all other onenesses
- try and finish the job and to together re-member to return to the
place from which this all has begun. Search in peace, search in oneness,
search with attention for and with each other to that re-membrance,
and in one-ness you will learn to trust yourself. In that way you will
be able to give shape to the Love that reaches toward oneness, toward
Source".
The tree seems to have spoken, because I do not hear anything any more.
I do see however that the large branch moves itself a few meters downward
again. As if to say good-bye. Slowly I adjust to my surroundings. Far
away I hear the sounds of the motorway. A train glides by and I know
that al those cars and that train, carrying their occupants, all those
people, are on their way to their own goal. They are, just like myself,
on a journey, all of them in their own precious way...
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