The belief that human beings have evolved from monkeys is a false and degenerative belief. Whether it be the strict Darwinism of Natural Science, or the Alien God Ideology of the New Age, animals have never been part of the natural human stream.
In Spiritual Science it is understood that the lower kingdoms of the earth emerged out of the human form, or the divine human template, in earlier non-physical epochs of the earth.
Thus, all beings from all kingdoms of life (elemental, mineral, plant and animal) exist within the human form. And, they emerged from the human template, not the other way around.
Rudolf Steiner, over a hundred years ago, warned us about the dangers of believing that we stemmed from animals.
“…if we consider Darwinism a basis for the only view of the world that is valid, if we believe that the only true view is that human beings descended from animals, and if we live with this thought within ourselves — I descended from the animals, I originate only from such forces that also create the animals — then this leads souls in the present to become similar to their own thought conceptions of themselves!
If people believe (here in the physical body) that only animal forces were active in their evolution, then they will fashion for themselves a consciousness for the time after death that will cause them to see themselves as animals. “
Here Steiner illustrates an important point: our idea about our origins as human beings affects our souls experience after death! Our understanding of creation can create a structure of support upon our passing, or one of confusion.
When we consider this, inverting and confusing our origin story is a means of control for lower forces as it makes our soul identify with dark and chaotic forces upon our death.
Listen, for the truth.
Turtle woman is making an offering of wampum to the plants of the river.
“Please”, she asks, “can you help us?”
She explains how we need the rivers to be clean and she acknowledges the plants as the cleaners of the river.
She speaks to the wampum and thanks them also for the light they bring the world.
She talks to the plants for a long time. Telling them what is happening. She explains that the two legged have lost their ways. But there are still some who remember. She tells them about the babies that are coming who need clean water. She cries for her grandchildren.
The plants, being loving and generous, wait for her to finish speaking and then they tell her they have heard her prayers. They agree to help. They are gentle. They never have an unkind word to say about anyone.
From the shore a young person sings a turtle song. Unbeknownst to them, turtle woman is pleading for the world only a short distance below at the bottom of the river.
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This is the 72-year-old Mohamed Aziz, the most photographed bookseller in the world, town of Rabat, Morocco !!
Selling books in a country, in which 26% of the population still cannot read, is an act of love towards his city and literature. Being an orphan since he was 6, Aziz had a difficult life; he was not even able to finish High School because the textbooks were too expensive for him. At the age of 15 in 1963, he started his career as a bookseller with only a carpet caved under a tree with 9 books.
Now his bookshop sells thousands of books and he spends his days trapped in books and devouring the stories that emerge from them. He spends between 6 and 8 hours a day reading and only stops to eat, pray, smoke, and help customers. The rest of his time he walks around the neighborhoods in search of books that he later puts up for sale in his shop.
He says that this is his revenge against his childhood, and poverty : “I have read over 4000 books in Arabic, French, English, or Spanish, so it means I have lived more than 4000 lives. Everyone should have that chance ! I only need two pillows and a book to enjoy my day.”
After more than 43 years in the same place, he is the longest-serving bookseller in Rabat.
PS : When asked why he leaves his books unattended outside where they could be stolen, he replied that those who can’t read don’t steal books, and those who can aren’t thieves…
My daughter handed me her school progress report. Although it displayed a steady stream of positive check marks, there was one check mark standing dejectedly alone from the rest.
“How am I doing, Mom?” my child asked with a level of maturity that did not match the small dishevelled person gazing up at me with smudged eyeglasses that teetered on the tip of her nose. With her small finger, she pointed to her teacher’s neatly printed words next to the lone check mark.
It read: “Distracted in large groups.” But I already knew this. I knew this long before it was written on an official report card. Since she was a toddler, this child has offered astute observations of the world around her.
After pointing out all the positives on the progress report, I told her what was written. Upon hearing the news, she gave a tiny, uncertain smile and shyly admitted, “I do look around a lot.”
But before my child could feel one ounce of shame, one iota of failure, I came down on bended knee and looked her straight in the eye. I didn’t want her to just hear these words, I wanted her to feel them. This is what I said:
“Yes. You do look around a lot. You noticed Sam sitting off by himself with a skinned knee on the field trip, and you comforted him.”
“You noticed Banjo had a running nose, and the vet said it was a good thing we brought him in when we did.”
“You noticed our waitress was working really hard and suggested we leave an extra good tip. You noticed Grandpa was walking slower than the rest of us so you waited for him.”
“You notice the beautiful view every time we cross the bridge to go to swim practice.”
“And you know what? I don’t ever want you to stop noticing because that is your gift. It is your gift that you give to the world.”
As I watched my daughter beam with the glow of acceptance, I realized her approach to life had the power to change the world.
You see, we are all just waiting for someone to notice—notice our pain, notice our scars, notice our fear, notice our joy, notice our triumphs, notice our courage.
And the one who notices is a rare and beautiful gift.
~Rachel Macy Stafford, author of “Hands Free Life.” Her author page is @TheHandsFreeRevolution on Facebook.
Sex is Sacred.
Hopping from sack to sack is not only a great way to pick up physical diseases, but “spiritual” diseases too, even family curses.
What are you fishing for?
On the way to work it was dark. Someone squeezed in front of me, then hit their brakes.
I thought, “At this point, you’re no longer a person. You’re an obstacle.”
And now I’m wondering how this statement fits the other areas of my life.
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