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Running Fox Papers September 2002 "The essence of Life is Love” The other day, this statement came to me from the other world. In its simpleness it makes you realize that while integrating this love into daily life, you are, together with others, on your way towards our common goal. Here follows the rest that was said. "Love is the essence of everything where life is revolving about. Love for Yourself, Love for your Family, Love for others, Love for all that's alive. That is the beginning of the road towards the Divine Essence, to which we all are on our way. Live your life as it comes, but always keep the Path in mind, the Love, the Power and the Honesty. "Today is a day, seemingly one as many others, yet a day where you may realize that Love is the Alpha and Omega of life. Love for human and animal, Love for those who dwell in the other life. Love for those who come to the 'other' realms before you do. God/Goddess/Source is Love, Good and Peaceful. “We, from this side of the veils,
give this Love to You and ask you to pass it on by means of your radiation
to those that you will encounter.” Contents
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plains of honey My name is Vodelm. I have been born on a thinly populated island on the planet Amadis. Almost the only thing that happens here is agriculture. Our town consists of few housing and many grain-transferring buildings. Life is dull for you have to watch continually the movements of the grain containers and the transferring in and out of the grain stores. Transportation to the big cities takes place underground. My youth has been a yearning for the little natural beauty that still exists. The only place to come to rest is a tiny forest that was spared, and where the inhabitants can find their relaxation. It is fascinating to watch in the evening the apparent death agony of our red sun, Moira, that always tarrying seems to disappear behind the far horizon. The first time I went to the mainland was when I was to register at the University of the Capital of the Southern Continent. I lived there the prescribed nine years on the campus, and I was taught everything that is useful to any youth of Amadis. I am 27 years of age at graduating when the deacon sends me out for my first mission of life. To my pleasure I am chosen to travel to the legendary Plains of Honey, the infamous highlands on the Northern Continent, with all its mysteries about which we students never tired to speak. Here, something has to be found to fulfil my dreams, my longings, my ever existent striving. These plains are so vast, so mighty, and speak much to the imagination. When I leave the sun is shining. Because it is spring, nature looks as if it is pregnant with the blossoming green. Those first days went off well. The hills are not high and my luggage is stored on my floater. From time to time I encounter other travellers and then we talk a bit. At the stopping places I have my meal and drink my Mede, which gives me energy for my journey. This voyage serves two goals. In the first place I am on my way to the Plains of Honey, where I am to work on the assignment of the deacon. Yet also I am searching for something that is manifesting itself inside, the search for inner peace. Why is it that in my dreams time and again negativity is shown, although my whole life is destined to the search for peace, harmony and the fulfilment of the values between people? Is it to be vigilant to the dangers? Not so much on our own planet, but elsewhere, about which we have been told during our lectures. Particularly the Blue Planet, one of the inhabited planets of a nearby yellow star, Sol, seems to be filled with a darkness that should be, whenever possible, transferred towards tolerance, love and peace. These economic and religious interests seem to grow profusely and are inversely proportional to this love. It is a situation to tremble about, but it is reality and that is scary. Two days later I meet Guidus, who is also on his way to the Plains of Honey, and we decide to travel together. This young craftsman is guardian at one of the honey receiving stations and knows everything about our destination. He tells me about the vast bee population that is basking and feeding itself with the nectar of the huge flowering heath fields that exist high on the plains. The honey is recovered and used all over the planet as a base product for delicious dishes and many other things. Everybody on the Northern Continent is mad about it, and vast amounts are consumed. The Mede is also manufactured there and exported. The plains are immense, as is the bee population, and therefore there will always be honey in abundance. We go by rivers, hills, woods and settlements and soon it is time for the day to sleep. The sky is lovely. Our red star works magic and all is swathed in scarlet. Everything is bathed in a crimson twilight and the shadows become long. The environment looks like it is penetrated in anticipation of the night that soon will drop upon this beautiful hilly region. Nine days later we arrive in Tur, the capital. We find accommodation in a lodging house and go to bed early because the next day we will have to buy provisions for the last part of our trek. That day the weather is gorgeous and Moira is shining with its red copper radiance. The major colors that pour into our little room are ruby, orange, rose and white with an abundance of shades which makes an idyllic spot out of our plain accommodations. After twelve days we find ourselves at the foot of the Plains of Honey, under the nearly two kilometres high slope. From afar a magnificent view manifests itself! This slope, with its gradient of between 50 and 60 percent, was seen for two days travel as a grey shadow from horizon to horizon. Gradually it enhances itself and at long last seems to tower above so that in the beginning it gives you the impression of falling down upon you. After that first feeling dissolves, you can feel the immense energies that exist here, and it looks like you will be blown by a soft wind up and up the slope as if it will not cost you any effort whatsoever to come there. Because the Plains of Honey are treeless and precipitation seldom falls, there are no rivers. The plants that grow there are fed by the dews of the early morning. The rough slope holds some shrubs here and there, but that is all. Nowadays our floaters are there to take us aloft. The Old ones walked. But in a place like this, where magnetic and spiritual forces are working, even that is of little value. Once, during my training, I made the trip on foot. In a few hours I was above. And when you are there, the plains are reaching out and it looks like the horizon has disappeared. The plains are speckled with flowers and heath in all possible colours and variations. It was here, amongst the buzzing bees, I met a grand radiant woman who told me about the mission I would soon be assigned to. I lay down in the shadow of a sage bush. The bees are buzzing and in a few spots I can see the hives where the people collect their nectar, where the queens are raised, and where the drones see to the storage. On the plains, for almost 12 km there are no buildings at all. The plains are for the bees. Every day the beekeepers are flown in on their floaters, do their work with the approval of the bees, and return in the evening. In that way the Plains of Honey are filled with harmony, love and peace that can be felt vibrating around you and you are saturated with the warmth, love and peace of this seemingly endless country. I nearly fall asleep but suddenly I hear a voice in my head. That is not too unfamiliar because our race is partially telepathic. But this time the voice has a very special timbre and quality. Suddenly I am wide-awake. “Good day, Vodelm,” the melodious alto voice says. “My name is Nada, and while I know that this word in your language means ‘emptiness,’ I assure you that I will not leave you empty-handed. Soon you will be transferred to the planet called earth. You will discover that that world is truly organised differently than yours in the sense that it is divided into a great number of states, provinces, local communities and even tribes. You will be part of that society, Vodelm, and in that way you will learn to understand the quality of life on earth. These people have to live with different choices than yours. Thus it is apparent that they developed in a different way than that which you are accustomed to. “These people are not better or worse than you are. These people are different, also because of the dissimilar circumstances they have to live with. You will learn that, even on earth, there are a lot of souls that carry the light, but they are in need of guidance so they will be able to influence the dark forces in a way that will be possible for them to create their new world. A world of peace. And that is where you and others come in. You will have to spread awareness, spirituality, hope and love. Above all you will have to try, by means of psychological influence of their leaders – without interfering with their God-given free will - alter the course of their politics in order to create a means for them to live together in harmony again. And that is my gift to you Vodelm, the ability to do just that.” It was a very good day when a great number of others and I embarked upon the star ship Hope, and travelled to the Blue Planet. What happened there is quite another story. ~*~*~*~ Global
Love Or were they? Hindsight is always 20/20, and looking back now I wonder if perhaps it was the cats who sent the Ant People into my home to convey a very tender Story. One that would once again forever change the idea of Global Love upon my walk on this Earth. "Alright!" I said out loud. "I'm done with sweeping up your little bodies and stepping all over you. What is up with this!" I decided perhaps it was time to converse with these visiting travellers. Why hadn't I thought to have a chat with them before, I wondered? I sat upon the carpeted floor in the space just off the kitchen that served as the living room. Closing my eyes, I began breathing and opening within to My Golden Core Self. The place within I always begin with when communicating with other beings. Its always easier to journey with another, and an Other had been ready and waiting, for at once I felt a golden cocoon of energy envelope me, tinged with red, and me became Me as I entered the Consciousness of the Higher Self. Beside Me sat a Grand and Glorious Being. The Ant King. Oh, His Presence was awesome! Great Love emanated from His Being. The top of His Grand Head was even with My own, and He wore some type of wondrous cape. He touched My arm, and together I heard the beat of My Heart. My Soul Heart. Boom-boom…,boom-boom... louder and deeper each time. I fell into Love within Me and travelled the Core of My Being. Elegantly cascading down deep roots that flowed into the Central Core of the Mother Earth. The walls of this cavern beat the same beat as My Heart. Velvet and golden, the beat of the Mother Earth lullabied Me..., soothed Me…, the Paradise within the Mother was no different than the Paradise within Me... ...and then I was in a tunnel, near the top of the Earth. Dead bodies of Ants lay scattered and charred in My path like ashes. I flew up the tunnel and into the Light of day as though I were a white feather on the wind. An inner knowing told Me I was over Australia, and I saw vast lands burned, miles and miles of burned land. Oh, to feel that loss! To feel the Changes of Nature. And I saw first, then felt, the Essence of the many Brother and Sister Ants no longer walking the ancient trails of this land. Their spirits hovered about the grains of sand throughout this charred land. Some great fire had been the bringer of this dawn, and swept Life into ashes with one fell sweep. Then Mother Earth whispered to Me. "Look closer at the grains of sand," She said. And I looked, and I Beheld molecules of Ancient Earth knowledge embedded within every molecule and particle of the Earth. Their text now lay dripping onto unheard forms. There was no One to carry the Ancient Story forward on the beat of gentle feet. A knowing filled Me that the Ant People keep this knowledge alive and pass it along on Their Feet. Generation after generation. Ceaselessly. Tirelessly. And I Beheld that many Who were lost had been hundreds of years old. Had I ever realized Ants lived so long? It was Sorrow I felt then, from the close proximity of the Ant People in and around the cabin. They Grieved for the loss of so many. I became full with this shared Sorrow, and WE held this Feeling Tone for a while. There were no words. There could never be words for this Oneness. I began to wonder how They could know of this, across the world and so far away. As if in answer, this Feeling Tone of Sorrow expanded. I began to feel the Ant Brothers and Sisters in far away lands. My Consciousness expanded, too, as though I were a great and still wind that could Feel Their homes woven throughout the fibres and soils of the Earth, under driveways and upon city sidewalks, dirt roads, meadows and forests, up and down trees, in every place and space of America My Consciousness moved, then through Canada, Africa, Europe, then Everywhere. Everywhere around the globe I felt this Oneness. The beat of Their Feet carried this moment of Oneness through the airwaves within the oceans. Reverberating. Rippling outward. Every Ant heard it, was One with it. It was a stunning revelation Being Witness to this sacred form of communication. WE lingered long in the Silence and Power of One. Several moments passed, though there was no sense of time. This Oneness I felt became amplified by the common Feeling Tone of Love within Our Hearts, and WE became the unified energy of Gratitude, circling the globe, Blessing the Earth with Silent Prayer. And I Beheld a golden glow rise up from the Beloved Mother Earth because of Our Prayer. THIS is what the Ant People do for the Earth. Simply because They Love, and because They Can. Gratitude and Gentleness filled Me then. My Heart filled up with it, and I Voiced Gratitude to the Ant People all over the globe for Their ceaseless walk upon the Earth, keeping the knowledge of the Ancient Ones alive with Their Feet. Already I was receiving visions of Ones planning to travel by boat and pant leg, however They could, to take up the work in Australia. But now My Consciousness began drifting back to the cabin, and My Awareness brought me into the living room. My Heart was still
full. I looked down at my crossed legs and bare feet. And there I saw
a tiny ant, standing on rear legs touching my big toe with his front
feet. He had been relating the Story from the Earth through his feet
to mine! Oh my! My Heart became full again at the sight of this tender
Being conveying this Story through his feet. I thanked him for the The ants left the cabin that day, and kept to themselves and busy about the Earth outside. They were Grateful to have re-leased Their Sorrow, and a quiet and gentle knowing remained between Us ever after, and ever shall BE. They conveyed much about what it truly means to BE a Gentle Presence on this Earth. And to keep walking, ever on. Boom-boom.....the Ants are Praying.....are You Listening? ~*~*~*~ Elders of the Hopi Nation share this thought...... Where are you Living? It is time to speak your Truth.
There is a river flowing now very
fast. Know the river has its destination.
See who is in there with you and
celebrate. ~*~*~*~ May today there be peace within May today there
be peace within Author unknown ~*~*~*~ |
