Volume 8, issue number 55 ~ July 2008
Faith, hope and love
And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these [is] charity.
1. Corinthians 13,13
Aspects of faith, hope and love ~ by Hans Brockhuis
During my search about the question what would be the essence of Love, I stumble upon a lot of pronouncements that always embody another aspect of Love. Love is a perception that tells you that you are here on earth and that your belief in the other has scored a peak appreciation.
In the holy bible, Paul writes in 1 Corinthians
13: ‘If I speak in the tongues of men and angels, but have not love,
I have become sounding brass or a tinkling symbol.
Love is long suffering, love is kind,
it is not jealous, love does not boast, it is not inflated.
EnCouragement ~ Myriah Krista Walker
"One day it will be your turn. Your wisdom is needed upon the Earth. Your mastery is at hand, and you will KNOW when it is time. And others will enCourage you," the Ancient Ones said.
Yet when it was our time to step into the circle, and take our Power, we balked. "They will make fun of me!" we cried. "Others will not understand me," we moaned. “am called a fool in my community," yet another spoke.
And still the Voices of the Ancient Ones rang through our consciousness, and our memories. We KNEW it was time, and that Joy was at hand. Our fears were simply the fear of impending Joy. But the leap we had to make from the KNOWing to the BE-ing seemed like a fathomless depth with risks our bodies and egos would not live through.
There goes the judge ~ by Kate Nowak
"You can't depend on your judgment when your imagination is out of focus." --Mark Twain
My friend Jackie hated having Nancy as her manager. She thought her to be cold, insensitive and overbearing and had, in the past, tried twice to get transferred to another department, but to no avail. Nancy was apparently a favorite with her employers, and since Jackie was both new to the area and the job, she felt she had no strings to pull. This only served to irritate her more.
Then one evening while she was working late to finish up a quarterly report, Jackie felt suddenly sick to her stomach and was on her way to the restroom when she collapsed in the hall. The next thing she knew she was being placed on a gurney and wheeled out to a waiting ambulance. In the sea of faces hovering over her, the only one she recognized was Nancy's, and in the blur of activity, she could feel Nancy squeeze her hand and hear her say, "Don't worry, Jackie, I'm here. I won't leave you."
Silence ~ by Marja Tames
Faraway from me stands
Sometimes, despite daily
things, I forget
Then my silence is broken
“One cannot live from Source, exercising honourable influence, if your own life is not in order. However, you might attempt it, daringly!”
Step by step, intuitively, you will be able to create that breathing space and progressively you will be able to do more from the contact with your inner Source for yourself ànd for the other! Mirroring it without haste or unrest through the Source of Life.
One needs discipline in life to transform chaos into the new dynamics of order with space for spontaneous intuitive illumination, ànd that which comes from inner Source.
Peace is the consequence of an orderly life in interaction with others and with respect for each other's being. Everyone has, just like each living creature his/her own dynamics of life and a free will to choose within and with the laws of Nature!
Pure love ~ Boudewijn de Jonghe
Today I want to share the following.
For those who want it; take it in. But if you do not want it, please let go of it. What I surely want to express is that this insight is not inspired by whatever religion, but arrived from ‘above’ during a profound meditation. So don’t judge this as truth, but just as a part of it.
During this meditation, this morning at 7 o’clock, I turned inside my own be-ing, my source, with just the one objective, to be. Then I got the following insight.
“And the Divine Being created man to
His likeness, Man for its part created God to Her likeness.
All will be well in the end ~ by Trienke Minkema
It was August 11th, 1951, the sun had set and I remember the day I was born if it was yesterday. Just a few minutes old I was and I still looked around in the heavens from which I had come just then and I couldn’t fathom why I was brought here. It was as if I looked with all of my head and all felt open.
The beings who had accompanied me to the earth looked down at me lovingly, but I felt to have been abandoned. One angel voiced by way of an answer and of consolation: “Trienke, just remember one thing: All will be well in the end!” By and by the veils were lowered before my eyes and all became dark.
I cried and asked when it would be the end, but no answer came. I was alone and I was overwhelmed by immense grief and heavy despair. Night fell and my earth journey had begun.