photo by Jennifer Chapin
Sometimes I imagine myself as a tree. My roots are deeply embedded into the heart of Gaia and my branches rise into the heavens.
I sat in this grove today and the only noise was the sound of the wind in the upper reaches of the cedars. I took off my shoes and "earthed" so that all tension left me. Then I listened to the sound of the wind and the silence.
We can't saved anyone except ourselves. Last night I heard terrible primal screaming on the street, one man alone, and his howls were primal, bestial. No one was around him, he was hurting him no one except himself.
I cannot save this man, but I can surround him in Love and Light and release him to his highest good. When we intervene into another's life in a way that forfeits their ability to continue on their soul's journey we are going against Cosmic Law. This man and others who are in pain right now will come to their own peace in time, their own time. But it is incumbent upon all of us to become a prayer, for all and for the Earth.
The worlds have separated. There is no going back now.
I sat in this grove today and the only noise was the sound of the wind in the upper reaches of the cedars. I took off my shoes and "earthed" so that all tension left me. Then I listened to the sound of the wind and the silence.
We can't saved anyone except ourselves. Last night I heard terrible primal screaming on the street, one man alone, and his howls were primal, bestial. No one was around him, he was hurting him no one except himself.
I cannot save this man, but I can surround him in Love and Light and release him to his highest good. When we intervene into another's life in a way that forfeits their ability to continue on their soul's journey we are going against Cosmic Law. This man and others who are in pain right now will come to their own peace in time, their own time. But it is incumbent upon all of us to become a prayer, for all and for the Earth.
The worlds have separated. There is no going back now.