Running Fox Papers

March 2003 ~ Tales birds have to tell

Quotation of the month

THE PATH OF LOVE
Ben Heeringa

You asked me where to find the Path of Love.
The answer is simple and clear.
Aim constantly for the luminous goal behind your horizon by looking forward to the next day instead of fearing the night.
Make sure you leave your shadow behind you.
Choose the path that shows no signs of wear and gives you enough variety.
Be compliant with those who walk in the same direction, show oncoming pedestrians the way, support them when they hardly can go on and know that you’ll never walk the Path alone, even though you don’t see the other persons.
Go step by step without hurrying and be determined.
Have faith in yourself and be a Light in the darkness.
The more Light you give, the bigger His strength will be.
Rest if necessary and make every next step your next goal.
When you have gone all around, you will meet yourself again.
When you love yourself like you have loved the other persons on your way, you know the Path of Love.
I wish you and all the other sharers a good trip!
I look forward to meeting you without obligations.

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THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE

Some time ago, while cycling in the woods of Kalmthout, Belgium, which is very close to the Dutch border, I had this most extraordinary experience. I was, in the crisp weather, enjoying the surroundings tremendously, the beautiful trees, the heath, the birds. All of a sudden however, an extra dimension was added to all this and I heard the stunning songs of the birds with a very different meaning and it felt as though these dwellers of the skies had to tell me something, which was difficult to grasp at the time.

So, back in the house, I wanted to know more about this phenomenon and I asked my dear guide Magda what this was all about. Here follows what she out of “the other world” had to tell me.

“Love for each other is a way of life that reminds you of the happy whistle of the many birds whom you were able to hear this morning in the woods. You were, at a certain moment, moved by the beautiful sounds of these feathered friends who came from the realms beyond the veils especially to greet you, who exist today on the earth plane. It was a wonder-filled moment on which you and we, in that so fleeting moment, were able to understand each other's language. The Language of Love!”

“Moments like this are made of a joyous beauty, and it strengthens you and us in the love, which we all cherish for each other, and which makes it possible to keep the earth turning. Know then, that we all here are so very happy that it was possible for this beautiful instant to exist. The moment itself was unexpected for you, but you re-cognised it and you re-membered the sounds of the hereafter were you also have sojourned and where you will exist once again. Thank you for this wonderful moment and like the magic of the sun that tries to break through the blinds at this very moment to weave spells on your retina, we will always try to reach you. We know that you are open for this and for that we are soul-thankful to you.”

With pleasure I thought of this Love-filled episode, while I was preparing this newsletter, of which the theme is: the story that the birds can tell us.

On a different level is the way Mirjam and me came into contact. She, to my great pleasure, is prepared to edit and to translate all the texts – written by me and others - that are worth sharing with you. All it took was a single question through the bird-flight of the Internet. Thank you Mirjam, that you are willing to do this for me, and from a different perspective, for the cosmos.

Hans Brockhuis

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EAGLE FLIGHT
by ”Grey Eagle”

Fly Eagle fly.
High above & into the eternal overview
seeing what lies beneath, what lies within,
what flies swiftly along with your
breathtaking wings spread.

Fly Eagle fly.
Capturing the beauty of God's creation
& inseminating your gift of flight
onto an unyielding & ever present
absence of freedom.

Fly Eagle fly.
Enchanting those that capture your
apparent beauty & wanting to join
you in your pilgrimage across the
mountains, the plains, the oceans,
& through the skies.

Fly Eagle fly.
Knowing that your journey never ceases,
your wanderings continue, as you embrace
the magical world of the unknown,
of your ever present essence of the
Divine that is within every earthly creature.

Fly Eagle fly.
With your majestic grace, beauty & inner
peace that is attainable by all. Free
to fly on Eagle's wings.
Fly Eagle fly.

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TEARDROPS OF TEAL
Myriah Krista Walker

You are standing in an Ocean.

All around you are the ripples of waves trailing from your sailing feet. You are the Wave Maker. You are the Cause as you sail upon this Ocean beneath the golden moonlight.

You stand within the Left and the Right, as if you are skimming the surf-ace of the Earth, just standing there between the Earth and Sky. Like a thin bubble within two particles of IS-ness, you are zipping along the surf-ace of time on your snowmobile.

A dome of a mountain appears, and your soul Heart flashes its blue mirror upon the mesa. The mountain flashes in response, and all around you are the popping lights of Others in Memory. Although the One steering the snowmobile has absolutely no awareness at all of what you are seeing. The irony only makes you laugh more and the driver speed up.

It is now you realize you are standing behind the Veil of Conscious Thought. Imagine a Mirror of Self steering this snowmobile as you sled across the Plateau of the In-between. You are riding in tandem with All that You Are, and All You Are Afraid You Are.

The landscape brightens; the snow sizzles and pops bringing a surreal quality to the experience. All around is the sound of Mother Earth Laughing as you speed by, jumping over hill and dale, through the brush, around the bend, and off to Grandmother's house you go. At least, that's what the tale said, so why not?

Grandmother's house looms on the horizon. You can see the light from far-off, and waves of rippling magic taunt and beckon as your vehicle grows wings and takes flight over the pastel mountains. Breathe Light into Your Heart as You rise.

You are ONE with Your Beloved, flying through the Sky of Knight, Teardrops of Teal11 fall from Your Heart, filling the rivers below. You remember someone once singing about the Lovers in the Stars, and Your smile indicates You Are One. You Are what legends will come to sing about in Times to come.

Far off, Grandmother's house looms on the horizon. All around are the shapes and colors of sounds to come. The tip of Your Wing brushes against the Sky and dust puffs up from the Earth's breath. You are in the Land of In-between. Let waves of Love and Joy wash out before You, preparing a way, a path, a Light.

You stop and rest upon the peak of a mountain. Before You, ripples the vastness of Your Kingdom. All that You Create from Your Soul Heart's longing. What do You see in Your vistas? What do You WANT to see in Your vistas? You are the Paint and the Painter.

You stand facing North, and make an offering. Your Heart beats, rippling questions of Love and Joys before You, or was that Almond Joys? Ah well. Sometimes You feel like a nut, sometimes you don't. Offering what You Will with Your arms outward, You ask what is to be given and received here. Linger as long as You Desire.
Turning to the East, You make an offering. The Light from Your Heart pulses outward and beams upon Another of Like Mind. Smiling with Your arms open, You ask what is to be shared here. Linger as long as You knead.

Enlightened, You turn to the South and gaze with wonder. Silence IS Golden, and Silver is the sound of Children Laughing. Standing as Equal with Your arms open, You ask what are the gifts to be gathered here. What shall be learned; what shall be taught.

Westward and full of Courage, You open Your soul Heart to the Bed of the Sun. You place Your hands upon the ground like a Child, about to play leap frog. At the count of three, You leap into the unknown path of the setting Sun.

A pocket of Wind captures and holds you, gently swirling and floating you to the destination as if you are but a feather upon an invisible mattress. A Temple looms below. An Old Woman stands waiting with a key.

Behind Her on the Temple floor, steps appear, going down into the Waters below. You Are the Giver and the Gift. Wade into the Pool of Oneness, and linger here as long as You like.

Teardrops of Teal flow before and after You. A far off Eagle cries, a cat
brings home its prey, and all around are the sounds of Children Laughing.

Welcome home, and thank You for sharing.

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I WATCHED THE SUN SETTING

Hans Brockhuis

I watched the sun setting behind the distant hills.
The red burned colours casting their spells
upon the vanishing clouds.

While two frolicking swallows were playing above the lonely fields,
I felt I was not alone and I had my fill of togetherness
with nature's lovely shrouds.

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