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Running Fox Papers January 2003 ~ Insight QUOTATION OF THE MONTH Standards and Values Let’s try for once and make it our Standard to respect the Values of someone else, to Value someone else for his Value to the world and to grant now and then our expression of Value to someone else… Rav. Gershon van Leiden Reactions via E-mail:
rabbijn@coacht.nl ~*~*~*~ Website perils Regarding the website - a big change has happened. Elly and Jaco, whom together with me created the site www.runningfox.tk, to my great regret have chosen to discontinue their work on this site. I am very sorry that they have come to this conclusion. However I respect their motives, which does not alter the fact that unfortunately this very fruitful cooperation has come to an end. With gratitude I look back to all the work, time and energy they spent on behalf of this project, and all I can hope for is that their own site, with which they are busy starting up right now, will be fruitful. In the meantime, as a computer illiterate, I am at the moment unable to carry on with the work for the web site Running Fox. At present I would like to add several items, but to be honest, I do not know how to proceed. Of course I could attend classes, but also then it will take some time before I would be able to install any changes at all. Here is my big question. Is there anyone in the readership interested on continuing, together with me, the technical work on the site? All codes, addresses and other utensils are available, so that the big deal will be in maintaining it as much as possible in its present format. All initial work that goes with the starting up of a website has been done, so that it will be relatively easy to carry on. I am asking potential volunteers to report to the E-mail address: brock@worldonline.nl I do hope that there will be some people who have some time to their disposal, because it is my feeling that it would be a good thing for the fox to be able to run once again. Regarding this newsletter, the subject matter will be ‘insight,’ and by reading the several articles that are included, it will be made clear to you why I chose this theme. Espavo, Hans ~*~*~*~
~*~*~*~ Incessantly he is
looking for perfection Longing drives him
to the entrance Of a worldly warm
intense feeling Jopie Fransen-Molenaar ~*~*~*~ Judith
Lives On November 8, 1973 our daughter Judith was born. What was intended to be a beautiful and happy day turned into a day of ultimate tragedy because the full-grown child choked during delivery by getting tangled in the umbilical cord, and thus came into this world lifeless. How does one cope with such a tragedy? How to tell it to your other kids, then only two and three years of age? How do you continue on with the intense sorrow in a world in which, in those days, there was hardly any place for ideas like karma and reincarnation? Why were we not allowed to see the little girl and why was her body put into another chamber almost immediately? Two days later I buried Judith - with my mother and the undertaker by my side - in her little coffin into the Earth in a big graveyard. My wife Annie was not yet healed and unable to attend. I cried and the heavens cried with me too, for right at the moment that the coffin was lowered into the grave the clouds poured out in a heavy deluge that washed away my tears. But for my grief, no, not in the least. During the following years, November 8th became a day of remembrance together with our other children. Judith retains a place in our family, even in the non-physical. Annie and I feel intuitively, however, that it is not good to cling to her too much in our thoughts. Yet she always plays her play in the background in a very subtle way. Over time the all but unbearable pain of sorrow slowly reduced into a lighter resonance of it. While step by step we became acquainted with more spiritual values, a consciousness gradually began to enter that Judith is actually here, and not only in our minds. Bit by bit it became possible to talk about the notion that she exists - somewhere between heaven and earth - and thus the feelings deepened every anniversary from pain to resignation and then to a beginning of acceptance. Gradually I learned about spirituality, and began to know more certainly that Judith still lives. Through my spiritual studies I developed a connection with a guide named Magda. It was during a conversation in 1998 that I asked her the following question: "Now another question. Judith would have become 25 years of age next November 8th. May I know how she is doing?" The answer came literally as follows: "With much Love I can tell you that the soul of Judith is doing very well. She is making much art in the form of beautiful trees and decorations. Besides she is taking part in scientific experiments and she is very happy. With Love she also takes pleasure in music". I am delighted and
say: "This is so good to hear! Is it possible to send her my greetings
and to tell her that I am happy that she is doing so well?" The
answer to that is as follows: "But of course, dear Hans. With much
Love it is done. These are beautiful moments when the people of Earth
and the people of the Spirit are able to be in contact with each other".
Judith's fictive 25th birthday would have fallen on a Sunday. The day before this anniversary I wanted to buy a nice bouquet of flowers. When I arrived at the florist's, it appeared that they were just about to close, but they still had one bouquet left. The basic colors of this gorgeous bouquet contained two very special hues of blue, and for the next several weeks these beautiful flowers decorated our living room. The day of the anniversary I am working in the attic, when suddenly an enormous feeling of Love, security, and faith moves over me. A short distance before my eyes appears a cloud of compassion, and as this cloud rises a young woman emerges and smiles at me. In an instant I know for certain that this is Judith! She wants to make it clear to me that she is there, and that she is experiencing the radiance of life, and that this life is good. Judith also emanates a certain form of regret that she had to cause us so much pain. Yet I feel that this pain also has been a purification and a lesson to learn that without pain happiness cannot exist, without fear no love and without struggle no peace. My daughter wears a beautiful blue gown, exactly the same hues of the bouquet I bought the day before. Her long blond hair, which falls around her shoulders compares so splendidly with these colors that she seems to me to be a fairy, an angel, a messenger from God. After a few minutes the image slowly fades away and I feel as if I am in the highest state of happiness and bliss. After coming down from the attic I tell Annie of this miraculous event, and although she is still a bit skeptic, she can tell from my beaming radiance that that which has happened to me is real. The experience brought us closer together and deepened our understanding. This happened almost 41/2 years ago. The continuation of this history lies on the eve of my birthday, a few years later. I had set the intention to speak with my deceased family. Almost immediately an affirmation followed from my dear guide Magda, and I was able to contact Judith directly - for the first time, almost as if with sound – who spoke to me very cheerfully and said: "Hello daddy, how do you do?” The conversation that followed was brief but heartening, and all I can say is that I am so very thankful I am able to experience these things. This makes it possible to put the whole experience into a more ‘common’ perspective, and to look back with Love on all our experiences. To know that Judith is doing so well causes an unforgettable and valuable joy that words fail to make clear. The pain I had experienced is now transformed from compassion via love to a far-reaching form of acceptance that we know for certain now that Judith lives. In the meantime a new episode is added to this story. In April 2000, I attended a weekend seminar in Nijmegen, the Netherlands. With a number of Lightworkers I experienced ‘three magic steps,’ with Steve and Barbara Rother. On my way back by train I created a cocoon of silence around me, and contacted Magda, who responded immediately and told me that there was someone else who wanted to exchange thoughts with me. It was no less than Judith who again was very joyful and told me that she had stopped the scientific experiments, and that she currently fulfils a ‘trainee post’ with Magda in order to learn the profession of Spiritual Guide. Thus she expects that in the future we will have more opportunities to communicate with each other, and she very much looks forward to that. That day a beginning is made between the two of us, and maybe sometime in the future we will be able to publish our work. It leaves me feeling very curious. Then recently, on
another train. Diagonally across from me on the other side of the aisle
a young blond woman is seated. I know ‘for sure’ that I have met her
before somewhere. However I cannot decide where and when, and for a
considerable period of time I am speculating about this. Her cell phone
rings, and the young lady answers her phone with a short: “Judith speaking.”
Right then the riddle is solved. If ‘our’ Judith would have been alive
today, it is my understanding she would have looked like this young
woman. Estimated age and outward appearance are alike, and immediately
this is asserted loud and clear from the other side of the veils. My
feeling is right. It does not need any further notice that I am passing
on my gratitude to ‘above’ immediately. ~*~*~*~ Insight It was a hot day in June when I had the opportunity to attend a Flower séance, an experience I had desired for a long time. At the gathering, unexpectedly a woman handed me a small bunch of flowers and spoke the following message: "Close to you there is an old lady, who passed away some time ago. She experienced a long sickbed, but whenever she could, she went outside. I can see her smelling the flowers all the time. She is helping you. Whenever you are in trouble in the future and you smell the scent of flowers, you will know that she is there and you can ask her questions." I was flabbergasted. Just to think that I had just completed a two-year course in flower remedies, as well as a three-year course in flower painting, and now was attending a class on floral arrangement. When I came home and told my husband about the message, he answered: "Maybe this old lady is your grandma." A month later I found myself in the midst of a major emotional crisis. One morning I was outside cleaning beans, and the tears came pouring down my cheeks. My distress was intense and the tears kept coming. Suddenly out of the void there was this voice that said: "Keep on going!" I also received a reassuring stroke on my head. Well-behaved I nodded. A few days later it was Saturday night, and my husband and I were talking outside. All of a sudden I smelled a powerful floral scent. Because there were no blossoming flowers in the neighbourhood, I asked my husband if he could smell it too. He said, "I do not smell anything, but maybe this is your grandma." I had not thought of this possibility. Later that night
when it was somewhat cooler, we went inside, yet I could still smell
the aroma. I sniffed my skin, and also the lemonade, but the scent was
not coming from there. "Could it be true?" I asked myself.
Silently I started to ask questions within, and inwardly I received
advice and insight regarding the situation I found myself in. That night
I also had A few days later when I came home after shopping, a note was left by the postman about a parcel from the magazine 'Insight.' Earlier that year I had subscribed to this new quarterly journal, and I had already received a copy of the first issue. It looked as though I would receive the second issue, but I wondered why the postman did not put it in the mailbox as usual, and why it would be a package. That evening the postman called again and while I opened the door he said, "I just wanted to make sure if anybody was at home, because the box is too heavy to take out of the car for nothing again." I could not fathom this, but I was curious what would be inside of the parcel. It turned out that it contained the second issue of 'Insight' and another and still another. The box contained 99 copies of the 'Insight' magazine. Ninety-nine insights! Wasn't that a clue? Truth and love will
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