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May 2002 Contents
~*~*~*~ The 'Running Fox Papers' are being read, as far as I know, in the following countries. In the case that your country is not the list, please let me know, and I will add it in the next issue. ~*~*~*~ Not long ago I wrote the story called 'Devi'. While writing this account, ArjunA lent a hand in a great way. He helped me out with some information, without which this story could not have been written. Thank you ArjunA. Furthermore you will be able to find contributions in these 'Papers' by Ed Vos and Benjamin van Doorn, which I herewith recommend heartily.
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Devi There were the little woods, the pools, the many kinds of green, and not to forget the population of the countryside. Here were the cows, the hares, and the many birds. In the distance the range of dunes, coming closer by and by, and where at last I ended up between the queues of trees, beach and oak, that provided me with again another kind of scenery. There was this small pool in the middle of the dunes, of which the edges were overgrown with buckthorn and tall grasses. At last I arrived in the big city, which, short of the traffic and the buildings and the busyness, also bubbles with life, and I not only mean human life. I decided to go and buy something to eat and drink at a cafeteria to consume on a nearby bench, with a splendid view at the busy highway. Not a very inspiring location, but it was better than nothing and I was tired and hungry. "Like I said, my name is Devi." She replied with a fabulous smile. "In daily life I am a Deva, like the one that appears in your mantra. Think about it." That I did and by heart I quoted the Gayatri Mantra, one of the oldest and most divine mantras from India. And indeed 'bargo Devasja', there it was. Never thought of it before. Of course I knew something about Deva's in general and that Devi would be the feminine form. While I looked at my bench-mate and especially to her transparent radiation and red hair - she definitely possessed an Irish appearance - and I could imagine that she would derive out of the Devic realms, for the time being transformed into something that looked like homo sapiens. But then, the beautiful soft kind, you know what I mean! "Look around you, to 'reality', as you did on your journey through the polders. Another way in which we try to start a chat is by means of the changes in this 'reality'. Such as a sudden breeze or a sign alongside the road that gives you a suggestion, or a group of birds flying above your head on a crucial moment. You saw the two hares that ran alongside you for a while in the pasture beside the biking road. Also an unexpected difference in time can sometimes be interpreted as a certain way of communication.
The World of the Deva's During our childhood we have been told a lot of fairytale's, and the world of gnomes, elves, fairy's, goblins and fauns are very normal to us. It fits in the world of our experience, until you grow older, and you are told it all is just fantasy. But is this true? Are these only products of the mind of story makers? We have all heard about people talking to trees, and their plants. It comes out, if you pay attention to vegetables, they grow much better, give you an improved harvest, and the quality is superior as of those vegetables that didn't get it. Sending energy to trees and plants seems to be very useful, and even whole woods, when ill, can be cured by means of this energetic help. In fact, if we are communicating with trees or plants, we make a connection with the Deva belonging to it. Kinds of Deva's There exist several kinds of Deva's. To explain this I will restrict myself to a tree. Every tree has got his own specific Deva, who takes care the young tree will grow out to be an adult one, and gives it it's unique shape and form. The structure of the roots, the trunk and the branches are all given their shape by the Deva belonging to that particular tree. This concise form, as Deva's are, belongs to that specific tree, and the Deva, or tree ghost in this case, is indissolubly connected. It is like the Deva lives in the tree, and that is exactly how it is. This Deva hasn't any contact with other trees, not even of the same kind. Deva's do have a development on a consciousness level. A more developed Deva is less "tree tied", and can be responsible for a whole wood, and is like a manager, a chief for all those tree Deva's. There is also a Deva for the city, in which the wood is situated, one for the country, and so on. So Deva's know a hierarchic structure. Elves play a total different role, they take care of the energy supply of the wood. They have an energy point from which they go up high, and move over the wood in spirals, and come back to the energy point again, to start the whole ritual again. Can we see Deva's? It depends. For Deva's are living in other dimensions than us, and we normally can't look further than our own third dimension. But there are people who can see them after all, because they are able to increase their frequency, and can look beyond the third dimension. It's also well known that children are standing closer to nature, and have a much better contact with Deva's as us adults. Very interesting is the fact that Deva's can be captured on photographs, mostly like light-orbs. On that moment, an interaction takes place between the photographer and the Deva. It is a contact on the level of consciousness. And really, a kind of communication is possible. Right tuning is important, for instance doing a meditation. The contact is most easy on places of power where leylines come together, and the best time of the day to try is during sunset, although interaction with Deva's also have been possible on other places and times. What is the use of Deva's? This is a very human question. It's nice there are Deva's, but what use do they have for us? Of course they mainten our nature, and take care for keeping the woods healthy.
The St. Andrea's Fault A nice application of the positive work with Deva's is the neutralisation and canalisation of riskful spots on Earth. Mrs Christian Hummel, for instance, has been working with the St Andrea's Fault in California. Master Deva's asked her to make a Deva network along the whole coastline of California, and to make a connection with other Deva networks. In thought there should be visualised a waving line, and that should be given to the Deva's, with the request to decrease the Fault's stress, or to transport it to less crowded places. After installing these networks, the earthquakes only appeared in the desert areas! And not only that, a lot of smaller earthquakes happened near the north and south borders of the Deva network. Probably one big earthquake was now spread over a number of less heavy ones. The "Solse gat" (Netherlands) (Translation for 'gat' is hole) In the neighbourhood of a village called Putten, close to the hamlet of Drie, you can find the Solse gat", of which there is a legend that once there existed a monastery where a lot of evil things took place. Once during a thunderstorm the monastery would sink into the earth. The place even nowadays doesn't feel good at all. The area is real swampy, and that in the middle of a forest! At this spot, I worked with some people to help lift up the energy, working together with the Deva's, and a nice thing is that it's really possible. But there are still some entities there that are not easily brought into the Light. But the Deva's are very helpful on that spot. Deva's affect time and weather It seems almost too fantastic to say, but Deva's indeed can manipulate time and weather. I know of a Dutch woman who's very afraid of driving her car during bad weather, such as heavy rainfall, and so on. She really can change the weather. Once I went into a crop circle in England with her, and the dark clouds didn't predict anything good. The woman asked for help, to keep it dry. We stayed in the formation for about 2 hours. As we went away, and reached our car a very heavy rain poured down. The same occurred during the eclipse of August 11 1999 when we visited a Dutch power place. There were a lot of clouds, so we thought we couldn't see the eclipse. But this woman asked the Deva's for help, and for a short time the clouds opened, exactly on the right time. The American woman, Christan Hummel, tells on her website about a friend of hers who drove into a heavy fog. She asked the Deva's for help, and the fog went up high until some inches above the car's roof, so she could see the road clearly and reached her home safe and sound. Another story concerning time tells about the mother of Christan, a typist at the courthouse, who had a job to do of 132 pages to be typed within 6 hours. Her maximum was 6 pages an hour. A seemly impossible task. Instructions of the Deva's Earlier I told you about the Dutch woman that can change the weather. Because of her co-operation with the Deva's she also has influence on woods and vegetation. Living in the Dutch wooded area called 'De Veluwe' she regularly walks her dog in the woods, and healed a particular area. After some time it became apparent that the trees and vegetables became healthier than the vegetation on the other side of the path. She hadn't asked the Deva's help for this. I also told you about Christan. One day she got a request to send energy to the centre of Los Angeles, and got three locations from which the energy should be sent by three people, and it should be pointed to a special roadcrossing. She was wondering how she could gather three people in such a short time; she didn't even know the situation of the locations. By 'coincidence' she came in contact with people that could help her, and she got the information she needed. She did her job, but had doubt about the result. A Deva 'told' her she would get proof the next day, and so it happened. A reporter was making a program exactly on the crossing Christan pointed the energy to. He was surprised about the nice and clear weather, because rains had been predicted. The day before they measured wind speeds of 70 Km/h. Later on this reporter went into a helicopter, and told the audience that it was possible to look af far as Palos Verdes unto point Maku. These were two of the locations the energy was send from. The forgotten realm of the Deva's still has a lot of surprises for us. Reactions: ed.vos@hetnet.nl
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of Oneness My red race monster, my supple Koga Myata bike, more suitable is not possible, brought me there fine and fast. The NOW-time was gone. My eye struck on something white, moving, in the distance, in the woods, in the direction of the circle, halfway (?) My thoughts asked consciously or unconsciously for emptiness, for silence. All I got was clamour. That was what I was permitted, what I needed at the moment. They appeared not to be white beings, but misleadingly enough, or making me observant enough, they clearly were three Rotterdam boys, jet-black and a misleadingly dear smiling girl. They carried all they possessed. First test, I thought, busyness, sharp colours, again (!) Rotterdam, bikes and junk, garbage, trash, cellphones, distrust…suspicion! I let go, laughed and spoke to their apparent leader, laughed again to the girl and walked to the circle with an even pace. Out of sight I again fell back into a flowing streaming honourable pace, the circle pace, on my way to the 'all-time'. Voyage is the objective. Before I 'merely' entered, THE TREE called my name. Enter, enter, enter, HE called. It was his answer to the still unquestioned query. For the first time I saw - and I already have been there three years now - the tree of purification, the Birch, next to the entrance. I gave her a roundabout hug. Delightful and Full of delight. I stepped into the circle, after posing my question and next to hearing again 1x3 + 1x3 times 'Enter'. Entered into the now, having come home in the Now, I totally ignored the tree and walked to the utter North side of the circle. Again I was allowed to see the movement. Even without my glasses. A movement of the smallest in these parts living winged creatures, the wren with its jaunty skipping little tail. He hopped in and out of my view. I thanked this King (The Dutch name for wren is: 'Little winter king'), for his presence! Back to THE TREE, a moment of Now, Contemplation, round and round the Elven tree, then sitting down, and feel. A branch, full of life, snapped off, dead? Back to the roots and bringing the water. Looked after and yes, the Moqui's are still one with the moss and in between and with the roots of the tree. Funny, no rest, nor pain in head and neck. Bow, making yourself small, round, call out, Being still…sit down…on the roots, between the roots, Being home. Submerged in One-ness, Me-ness, Three-ness. At last I saw, the Now. The vortex. His, at time and no-time. Play and stream, pull and push and the whimsicality, the chaos of the All that was going to happen. I was waiting for some-thing and there it was. Noise, black noise, clarity. Three bicycles and one stinging silent one, came across the mud, disrespectful and full of blare and blast. It came into the circle, thundering, laughing, resounding, commotion… I woke up out of my roundness and stood up proudly, disregarding their glances, stood there conceitedly before the tree, only to Be there. I was its Deva, its guard and its aid. They went diagonally through the circle, leaving a trail of devastation with their headscarves, gangsta locks and look; with their hatred and pure aversion. The girl, of course, left diagonally an offering. Smothering plastic. I took it out of the circle and let the crumbs that were left behind in it blow away with the wind into the water. They disappeared over the hilltop full of noise, yelling challenging, in unbelief why they had to go so rapidly. Three bearers of creation they were. Bearers of a reality that had became fruitful. Bearers of the dream that is called Child, in whatever form or colour. Three mothers stepped into the circle, full of light and love. They were allowed to Be, in all Now's. More welcome than ever, without asking. Even now. And the light started to shine because my task had been fulfilled within a fraction of a second, or so it seemed. They nodded and smiled, full with motherly wisdoms and I went away, thanked the tree, did a roundabout and said goodbye, to the tree, to the circle, to the past and to the future. From now on, only that, All-Now, would ever exist! Smiling I followed the path I was allowed to follow, the path that had been whispered to me. I wasn't allowed to review or reset any step that I made. When I arrived at the place that was meant to be, my, our brother, Ra-Sol began to shine upon Us, thankful for the challenge, that I, with flowing banners, had been successful, in triplicate. We returned to the dream, that is reality and back into the Now. Whispering Words. ***Is.is*** www.clubs.nl/community/default.asp?club=het+Terra+project www.clubs.nl/community/default.asp?club=Loki%27s+Lair www.clubs.nl/community/default.asp?club=De+hulp+van+edelstenen
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