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Nature Is Talking

Published September 21, 2020 by tindertender

“Drink water from the spring where horses drink. The horse will never drink bad water. Lay your bed where the cat sleeps. Eat the fruit that has been touched by a worm. Boldly pick the mushroom on which the insects sit. Plant the tree where the mole digs. Build your house where the snake sits to warm itself. Dig your fountain where the birds hide from heat. Go to sleep and wake up at the same time with the birds – you will reap all of the days golden grains. Eat more green – you will have strong legs and a resistant heart, like the beings of the forest. Swim often and you will feel on earth like the fish in the water. Look at the sky as often as possible and your thoughts will become light and clear. Be quiet a lot, speak little – and silence will come in your heart, and your spirit will be calm and full of peace.”

Saint Seraphim of Sarov

Nature is talking to you, are you listening?

Old Turtle

Published September 8, 2020 by tindertender

Once, long, long ago … yet somehow, not so very long …when all the animals and rocks and winds and waters and trees and birds and fish and all the beings of the world could speak … and understand one another there began … an argument.

It began softly at first …

Quiet as the first breeze that whispered, “He is a wind who is never still.” Quiet as the stone that answered, “He is a great rock that never moves.” Gentle as the mountain that rumbled, “God is a snowy peak, high above the clouds.” And the fish in the ocean that answered, “God is a swimmer, in the dark blue depths of sea.” “No,” said the star, “God is a twinkling and a shining, far, far away.””No,” replied the ant, “God is a sound and a smell and a feeling, who is very, very close.” “No,” insisted the antelope, “is a runner, swift and free, who loves to leap and race the wind.” “She is a great tree,” murmured the willow, “a part of the world, always growing and always giving.” “You are wrong,” argued the island, “God is separate and apart.” “God is like the shining sun, far above all things,” added the blue sky. “No, He is a river, who flows through the very heart of things,” thundered the waterfall.”She is a hunter, ” roared the lion. “God is gentle,” chirped the robin. “He is powerful,” growled the bear. And the argument grew louder, and LOUDER, and LOUDER…

STOP!

A new voice spoke. It rumbled loudly, like thunder. And it whispered softly, like butterfly sneezes.The voice seemed to come from ….Why it seemed to come from …Old Turtle!

Old Turtle hardly ever said anything, and certainly never argued about God. But now Old Turtle began to speak.”God is indeed deep,” she said to the fish in the sea, “and much higher than high,” she told the mountains. “He is swift and free as the wind, and still and solid as a great rock,” she said to the breezes and stones. “She is the life of the world,” Turtle said to the willow. “Always close by, yet beyond the farthest twinkling light.” she told the ant and the star. “God is gentle and powerful. Above all things and within all things.”God is all that we dream of, and all the we seek,” said Old Turtle, “all that we come from and all the we can find. “God IS.”

Old Turtle had never said so much before. All the beings of the world were surprised, and became very quiet.

But Old Turtle had one more thing so say. “There will soon be a new family of beings in the world, ” she said, “and they will be strange and wonderful. “They will be reminders of all that God is. They will come in many colors and shapes, with different faces and different ways of speaking. Their thoughts will soar to the stars, but their feet will walk the earth. They will possess many powers. They will be strong, yet tender, a message of love from God to the earth, and a prayer from the earth back to God. And the people came.

But the people forgot. They forgot that they were a message of love, and a prayer from the earth. And they began to argue … about who knew God. And who did not and where God was, and was not; and whether God was, or was not.

And often the people misused their powers, and hurt one another. Or killed one another. And they hurt the earth. Until finally even the forests began to die … and the rivers and the oceans, and the plants and the animals and the earth itself … because the people could not remember who they were, or where God was.

Until one day there came a voice, like the growling of thunder; but as soft as butterfly sneezes, PLEASE STOP!

The voice seemed to come from the mountain who rumbled, “Sometimes I see God swimming in the dark blue depths of the sea.” And from the ocean who sighed, “He is often among the snow-capped peaks, reflecting the sun.” From the stone who said, “I sometimes feel her breath, as she blows by.” And from the breeze who whispered, “I feel his still presence as I dance among the rocks.” And the star declared, “God is very close;” and the island added, “His love touches everything.”

And after a long, lonesome and scary time .. the people listened, and began to hear … And to see God in one another…and in the beauty of the earth.

And Old Turtle smiled.

And so did God.

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Flesh Consumption

Published September 1, 2020 by tindertender

Yesterday I consumed flesh for the first time in six years. I was looking forward to the message and sensation my body(s) would receive. Here is my report …

I woke feeling like I typically do upon rising. Soon, however, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach brought itself into my awareness. Perhaps it is residual from the fight the animal I consumed put up before being slaughtered, the fear it felt, the adrenaline, infused in its fleshy fibers.

I became agitated, short tempered, and my energy became somewhat chaotic.

I was expecting to feel stronger, nourished by it, but the opposite happened.

My energy was dirtied by it.

I am not saying the animal itself, while living, was dirty.

What I’m relating here is that the fear, the fight, the intense adrenaline … all of this was infused into the flesh, and when I consumed it, these energies affected my own.

It is easy to understand where much of the chaos in this world stems from.

Those who consume fear and adrenaline toxicity enmesh it into their own fields.

We truly do become what we eat, energetically speaking.

There is the mindset that humans have dominion over the animal kingdom and can kill and consume as they please. There is no compassion or regard to life.

Many will be shocked when they discover there are many higher beings than we, soon to make entry here among us, who feel the same about humanity … thinking us a commodity, a food source.

None of us will be able to complain justly or argue in defense.

What we reap we shall sow.

The experience was a necessary one for me, to affirm my position when it comes to the honoring of life.

This concludes my report.

Sensitivity

Published August 31, 2020 by tindertender

For nearly two decades my sensitivity has been increasing for all life. Six years ago I woke at three a.m. and for some odd reason I flipped to YouTube and watched a massive bull being slaughtered.

He was majestic, powerful, and determined to live. It took five full grown men to force him into the stall, where they trapped him and slit his throat. I watched as the life drained from him.

It scarred me. I could not bring myself to eat meat afterward, especially red meat … feeling the horror of it in every fiber of me.

Today, six years after cutting meat entirely from my diet, I consumed a new york steak.

When the thought first rose in me this afternoon I asked out loud, how can I possibly eat such a thing, knowing this powerful beast wanted to live just as much as I … a powerful animal that had never consumed flesh.

The thought came to me that I needed to toughen my gentle heart, that I needed to balance the gentleness with its polarity, even if only slightly.

Again I asked aloud, how can I possibly eat this without feeling guilty? I got the impression my body needed it, the energy of it.

The answer came fairly quickly.

Eat the mighty bull … eat the mighty bull and allow its power, it’s strength, and it’s desire to live infuse with my own being.

So I stated over and over again …

Eat the Mighty Bull … Eat the Mighty Bull … bond with it’s life force and allow it to live on, through me … strengthening me.

Now, the bull and I are one.

After six years without it, it should be quite evident the effect it will have upon my being, my body, my mind, my energy.

I love the mighty bull … it is my brother, my nourisher, my sustainer … this is how I now choose to view it … with honor, and deep gratitude.

Of course … it might not sit well with me after more thought. It will be interesting to see how this progresses.

UPDATE: Every being wants to live, none wish to die. Knowing this how can I harm a being simply for my own selfish need? Even the simple purchase of it, which someone else has done the harm to, is doing a wrong against life. Compassion takes courage. Love must be cultivated in heart and include all portions of life. It will be another very long time, if ever, I consume flesh.

It is important to be aware of these “urgings” … it is a slippery slope, this line between having compassion for all life, and participating in its destruction.

Mass hypnotism and rote learning has taught us to have disregard for any life but our own.

Selfishness is bred into the mind, and it comes from the unseen as well as those who are in body supporting the narrative.

Yes, I consumed a portion of the Mighty Bull. And I thank him for giving me this current understanding, affirming my original decision to end my consumption.

The energy of the Mighty Bull is chaotic. I sense a sort of sick feeling in the pit of my stomach and my attitude has become agitated.

Now I will work towards cleansing and purifying my energetic field, drinking a lot of water … for I know not yet the techniques others utilize.

Thank you Mighty Bull, for sharing your message and desire for life with me. I will do my best to honor you.

Frequency Of The Cat Purr

Published August 28, 2020 by tindertender

Did you know that cats heal bones!

House cats may actually be contributing to our physical well-being.

Exposure to the vibration of a cat purring between 20-50 hz increases bone density, provides pain relief, heals tendons etc.

Russian athletes, for the Olympic team are known for their increased performance when exposed to cats purring. They used a machine called “The Purr”, tuned to the cat purring frequency of 50 hz.

Maybe, that is why cats have 9 lives!

Jain 108
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