Volume 8, issue number 53 ~ April 2006 Release |
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| Whatever one loves, should be released. If it comes back to you, it is meant to be. If not, it has never been intended to belong to you. Unknown author
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We humans possess a number of qualities. In addition to the individual properties of each individual, collective characteristics of holding on to old patterns is also a tendency. Most of us are very good at that, which is why we often get stuck. We do not know why the mountains that life seems to place before us have grown into such exorbitant proportions, and it seems impossible we will ever be able to solve the riddle. This newsletter attempts to look at this problem from different directions. It is meant to give recipes to handle this, to give you the feeling that it is just life that is smiling at you, and to give you a helping hand. There are many paths that lead to release. The one road is not the other, but consider that you did not choose your path for nothing. It will help you to stand more firmly in life. An unknown writer says: Whatever one loves, should be released. If it comes back to you, it is meant to be. If not, it has never been intended to belong to you. Running Fox wishes you much release.
Looking down a gently slanting slope, abundantly decorated with flowers and the greenest grass, I watch a meandering quiet brook in the shrubbery below. Birds are a singing and every thing is joyful, gentle and calm. This is it; gone with the wind, the end of the road. I walk down the hill but suddenly I feel someone touching my shoulder. “Slow down, my friend,” I hear. When I look over my shoulder I see a tall bearded figure who is friendly nodding to me. He carries a huge bunch of keys. “Saint Peter, the guardian,” he says, yet I realize no gate of heaven is to be seen. Peter smiles. “That business about the gate is a fable,” he says, “but in this bunch of keys your key is included, the key to your very heart.” He rumbles for a while and shows me a big old-fashioned key.
Although I walked many paths of life several times already, that of letting go seems to be the road that is the most hurtful. We often get these lessons very early in life, some earlier than others, but we certainly will Receive them… And just as we think we digested the gist (?), they will come back, in another outfit, another form, another level. Then it will start materializing and acts upon all layers of attachment. Be it a member of the family, a friend or a relative, it cuts, slashes through the heart and leaves back Traces. Traces that are clearly obvious for others. It is our task to decide which kind of traces we want to leave behind. By making choices on surrounding features we create possibilities in which we will become terribly lonesome or either very rich. We cannot see that many of these things to which we are devoted only stay with us if we in actual fact are able to release them. During those hurtful moments we cannot see that it would be much better to let them Be as they Are. Often it feels like it is outside of Your Will, although in reality it is The Path.
I look at you
You look at me Like signs on the road You North Me South Like a magnetic accord Time and again I let you
go
To stand closer to myself
My Love is Unconditional
I love you
Almost two years ago I acquainted you
with our dear cat Deshney and how she helped me to look at my fears
and become in the long run able to release them. I the also told you
that I had ‘seen’ that together we were underway and at one point
saw her disappearing through a doorway. In the past we had said to each other that, if Deshney was to become gravely ill, we would not try to extend her life with all kinds of artificial tricks, however excellent the intentions or implementation.
As you may recall from last week’s newsletter, "Listening To Your Inner Voice," I had technical problems getting it properly sent to all of you. In one of my emails apologizing for the mess, I described it as "a day from hell!" That
remark unleashed a flood of emails from you. You said I was being
too hard on myself. Here are some of your comments: Your
letters made me painfully aware I was being hard on myself -- too
damned hard! I was tenaciously clinging to something out of my control,
desperately hoping I could resolve it with sheer, intense action.
I love
life A day full of changes Trust the Almighty and
learn from the present about your mistakes
Handling turbulence; transmuting fear by Myriah Krista Walker Ah Oneness, it is grand isn't it? Someone sends you thoughts of Love and you feel them. Friends faces pop into your "mind" and you are beginning to communicate through the veils and speak on the levels of the Higher Self. You are sensing and playing in this Ocean of Oneness we are all connected to. Learning to change your intent and harness your emotions. Learning to focus on Love. But sometimes the waves get rough. Sometimes we feel energies we don't want to feel. Sometimes we feel the energy of fear that is seeking to uplift itself. As we ascend our thinking and work with Oneness, the old fear energies that are no longer needed seek a way of release. It is no longer comfortable for fear to manifest itself on a planet of such Love. Other interesting paragraphs on Running Fox:
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