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Running Fox Papers June 2004 ~ Adventures in life Quotation of the month: No
one can, by himself, come to acknowledge Johann Wolfgang von Goethe ~*~*~*~
Hans Brockhuis
One experiences adventures in different ways. For the most part adventures come unexpected, sometimes you are just seeking adventure, for instance by going on vacation to for you unknown lands. Those who contributed to this newsletter have lived their own adventures and want to share these with you in their own way. It is also possible to live adventure inside of yourself, in different ways than this with which you are familiar in daily life. I just want to acquaint you with an unexpected adventure I experienced not long ago. During a meditation evening I happened to sit beside a young woman with whom I started a conversation. It turned out that she was familiar with my work and Nanda told me that she was an ‘inspired painter’ in much the same way as I write my inspired stories. After the evening – that was awesome in itself – had developed, this woman asked me if she was allowed to create a painting for me. I was surprised and consented and thought I’d never hear of this any more. Just two days later however, Nanda had recorded a message on my answering machine if she could come over to deliver her painting. She handed me the painting of which a print is to be seen on this page. Beside the painting there was a message from our deceased daughter Judith, directly from the after world: Now I’m going my own path. Isn’t that wonderful? I need not tell you, reader, that both my wife and myself were very moved with this wonderful message. Love and Light and Peace, Hans Brockhuis. ~*~*~*~ The
Swing Chain My friend at work has two young daughters and she loves to tell their stories to me. The one I liked best was what one of them had said about her first day of kindergarten. She had come home from school, shaken and teary-eyed, face swollen from crying. When her mother asked her what happened, the five-year old sobbed, "When the swing chain hits you in the head, it really changes your life!" She burst into tears all over again at the memory of her first truly painful experience. She was right. Never again would she be so unaware of the possibly painful results of her innocent actions; or, more simply, of being in the wrong place at the right time. Thunk! Just thinking of it made my head hurt. The little girl's comment stayed with me all day. I wrote it down on a yellow sticky note - it has been on my computer for months. Her statement struck me: I imagined her young head coming into painful contact with the swing chain, and the flash of knowledge she gained in that moment. The swing chain packed a great deal of information into her understanding of the world at the instant her body felt the pain - an early lesson certainly more intense than a college course. For me, the yellow sticky brought thoughts of all the times I had to get hit in the head to learn a simple fact. I've often pondered on this, and now I have a name for it: The Swing Chain. I'm talking about the kind of swing chain that brings you to your knees. You had no choice in the matter, no chance to duck. You were going along with your life one day, and, all of a sudden, out of nowhere: Thunk! you've been hit with some fact of life that you didn't see coming. It might have been the first time you found yourself really embarrassed at school in front of all the laughing people you thought were your friends. There are all kinds of swing chains: some can be seen, but others are almost unnoticeable, and you suddenly find yourself smashed flat by the Lesson. Maybe you promised yourself over and again that you would take the car to the shop for oil change or to get those needed new tires now. Thunk! Or how about the vague, sinking feeling in your stomach when you are giving trust where trust is not respected? Thunk! Now those things are not the swing chains themselves, but they could warn you the chain is on its way if only you would carefully heed the premonitions. Sometimes you do get just a tiny bit of warning, a thread of the picture, a clue. My name for the state of mind required to be able to notice a thread or a clue is "Paying Attention" - I have a note to myself on my refrigerator: PAY ATTENTION TO DETAILS: THEY MATTER. Part of my need to pay attention to details rests in my ability to be in the moment. Well, that sounds good, and I agree with it; but in my case, I've already forgotten the last moment! For example, where I left my keys, watch, purse, gloves, et cetera. Sometimes my family's survival depended upon my need to pay attention to details. Until I learned to put things where they belonged, such as the car keys, I had many frantic moments searching for them. I was usually already late for my second job: how would we buy groceries if THAT happened? My kids raced around the place, helping me play the key-finding game... Such agonizing mental swing chains can be the worst of all swing chains. I learned to avoid them like the plague! To pay attention to details. Details can be physical or conceptual. They can be both at the same time or neither. For me, details have always been tricky, with a hierarchy of presence. That means that some details are more important than others, especially when placed in the context of time. Some details give me a tiny glimpse into a pattern. A glint, glance, something strikes my mind, and I pay attention. The little yellow sticky on my desk didn't seem to retain its initial impact. Weeks, months went by. Occasionally I would read it, think about tossing it, then just tape it back, feeling that sometime it would tell me its importance. There are too many swing-chain details required for that particular learning link for me to speak of here - about being relaxed as to the WHEN of things, let alone the WHAT of them. It is enough to know I learned that link well. I didn't have to repeat the lesson. One day I glanced at the yellow sticky and thought: Why wait for the swing chain to hit me? Why not just get out of the way? My mind's eye immediately filled with a picture of a castle, flagged turrets bright against the blue sky. Two strong combatants strode out a central gate and stood, nose to nose, in front of the stonewalls on either side of the bridge, each carrying a spear of conviction. They appeared to be equally matched - they seemed to be in disagreement. I heard the Blue Knight say to the Red Knight,
"Why do you wait for my swing chain to hit you? Why do you not
simply move out of the path?" The Red Knight mumbled something
back, probably impolite, because the Blue Knight quickly responded with
a lethal attack. Suddenly, the yellow sticky was in front of me again. What a terrible way to end an image, but there you are, that is the way images occur. "Why," I asked myself, "stand in front of a stone wall, waiting for a swing chain? Why not just simply move on down the path and away from danger?" That was impossible for the Blue Knight, I thought. He didn't see the spear coming in low like that. It was a total surprise. How could he have known? And here an Inner Voice joined my swing-chain conversation. While I may sometimes cleverly argue my own point, the calm conviction in tone and word of the Inner Voice nearly always brings me to a clearer understanding of the entire picture - that is, if I can only hear the truth of what is being said. The Inner Voice said: "There are many answers to that. However, the one most fitting to this discussion is so simple that most will not understand it. Stand anywhere you like. Be safe. You ARE safe. If you learn this one fact, and you live with it as one of the main supports in your world view, you will never again 'be in the way' of any swing chain, known or unknown. This is truth." The Inner Voice had come and gone, having said enough for further thought. I liked that idea because I do not want to be in the way of head-knocking swing chains. I rarely see them coming, therefore I doubt my ability to stay clear of them. Besides, how can any of us know what will happen at any time and place? "We cannot know the future, therefore we cannot predict. Therefore any swing chain could hit us in the head," I told myself. If I, filled with hard-won wisdom, will be able to avoid any swing chain simply because I am now too wise to stand in the way: I will simply move away from the strike zone. I will pay attention to details all the time, thus avoiding all swing chains. End of story. However, there is a different way to examine this issue, one I am yet learning. It is one that allows me to agree to see beyond my old worldview. It can be done without agreement, but is more easily done in harmony. By that I mean all those warring aspects of my own thoughts about everything. There is little that the "All" of me agrees with. Constantly arguing with myself over the tiniest things, gradually the All came to know there was one thing they agreed upon: they were getting very tired of dodging swing chains. Agreed, we all came together, and it wasn't long before my energy levels rose. In fact, my stance improved. I was and I AM alert, awake, and AWARE. It is easier to be creative in this state of mind and to imagine yourself in the place you want to be, even down to the smallest detail. Be relaxed about it, let it go, but still act as if it is a fact. Then proceed to do the small things you would do to prepare yourself WHEN you are in that previously 'imaged' place. WHEN ENERGY LEVELS ARE CHANGED BY THOUGHT, ACTION SOON FOLLOWS. If the word 'energy' is used as criteria for what is 'good' or 'not good', understanding can follow the concept through into reality. Low energy is 'not good'; high energy is 'good'. But first there is another question. Do I really want to avoid all swing chains? Isn't there something to be learned through
adversity? as in all the time I've spent learning that my attitude was
what really mattered, and not what might or might not happen to me?
Through it all, I had to learn to have a right attitude, sometimes in
a 'no matter what' decision. My pictured self obediently then moved away from the wall. Instant peace, and even though my muscles were still watchfully twitching, I could still feel relief and relaxation - energy! - coursing through my body and mind. I was safe. The only problem with this picture is that it involved stepping away from the wall, yet it seemed to be the only way. I could not imagine just standing there, letting the swing chains hit me. "Change your energy level. Think how
you feel when you are safe, with no swing chains. Remain where you are,
know you are safe," said the Inner Voice again. Okay, say I am
in front of a wall, and I know there are going to be swing chains all
set to 'get me' if I don't watch out. Sure, I can say I will change
my energy, but it just isn't going to happen: I'm stubborn. Of course
being stubborn uses up my energy, but I have plenty of energy, I argued.
My inner self is not going to easily let go of watching out for those
swing chains. Well, I did try it, and all my Warring Knights of Self came together with bright swords sheathed at the Round Table of Agreement. I haven't been hit with a swing chain since, but I did have to get hit in the head with a lot of swing chains before I recognized the truth about them. But that doesn't matter any more. The simple fact of the matter is. I didn't have to dodge most of them to begin with. ~*~*~*~ The Crystalline Children and their message for us Marieke van den Berg www.pillarsoflight.org
How radiant Purity, unconditional
love and sparkling Joy will return to Earth. We have waited so long for this and many of us are wondering what we’re waiting for. We are waiting for our true Self, which consists of Pure BEING, having Radiant Presence, Multidimensional Power and Perfection and especially nothing else than Unconditional Love and Joy. This growing group of children, that started coming to Earth a few years ago, are all connected in a vast Network of consciousness, where Love is a ruling energy. Every subject based on fear doesn’t last long in this ‘field’. The Crystal network in and around Earth is increasing day by day, but these children are in need of our help. We are their shepherds, but in a strange way they are also guarding over us…without them we aren’t able to do our deeds, the same goes vice-versa. To put it in another way, we need each other! We are helping them, they are helping us Especially those children who are familiar
with their Crystalline characteristics, as well as in their auras and
even physical body and eyes, are extremely sensitive and vulnerable.
They NEED our support, attention, respect and Love in order to grow
up in a safe environment and to be their selves. As we give this to
them, at the same moment we are healing a big part in our own being
and in the consciousness of every man and woman who were used to deny
their inner child, as we all have. Be Yourself…! As for myself, I did not quite know how
to deal with children… not even did I know how to deal with my own inner
child. Now that I’ve started to ground myself here on Earth, it surprises
me how many Crystalline and Indigo-children are coming to me and reaching
me energetically. They’re also appearing more and more in my own practice. What the Crystalline and Indigo Children
are coming to tell us… Many of them have a higher grade of Wisdom and have the ability to transcend to a higher level of knowledge and awareness. They are here to bring us New Light, New Consciousness and they will tear down old, familiar and known structures and patterns…this is what our Earth needs the most at this time. Some of them are having difficult assignments, but with our help it can be so much easier for them. Fortunately, there is a growing number of people who are hearing their cry for help and who are bringing out information about this phenomenon. Or they are starting, from their Heart, to organise activities for these children, like meetings where they can feel secure among others and to be themselves. Another group of people is meditating on healing and strength for children all over the world who are living in horrific circumstances, who cannot freely be themselves. We’re often taking life too serious, limiting our views regarding the Truth. They find it a waste, but not in a way that they are letting this sadness get in the way of their own Joy and purpose to be here. They know the path we all had to follow, because the energies have been very dense the past eons. Now, the time has come to open our Heart
for this simple Truth. To return to the most pure Source in our Being…
Our own Enlightened Inner Child, which radiates with Joy and Love! I’m very grateful that they are guiding
us in opening our Hearts for who we really are and for their simple
message. A lot of Love and tenderness for all Children who are helping
us and for the Enlightened Inner Child!. ~*~*~*~ David
and Isma'il David Schmidt walked the rain soaked streets
of Amsterdam all alone. He was in a bad mood because he felt he stood
out in his old worn-out coat with the big yellow David star (which the
Germans made Jews in The Netherlands wear from 1942 on during the war).
He made himself as small as possible to make sure nobody saw him. Suddenly
a dog started barking fiercely at him. It scared him to death, because
David wás fear. Five years ago, in 1938, he and his parents and
sister had fled Schwabach near Neurenberg to the then still hospitable
Netherlands. Life for Jews had been almost unbearable in the little
town in Bavaria, Germany. Yet in The Netherlands they had found shelter
with their Dutch branch of the family. ~*~*~*~
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