A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food.
The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation. The traveler left, rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But a few days later he came back to return the stone to the wise woman.
“I’ve been thinking,” he said, “I know how valuable the stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Please give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone.”
“Love is the most great law that ruleth this mighty and heavenly cycle, the unique power that bindeth together the divers elements of this material world, the supreme magnetic force that directeth the movements of the spheres in the celestial realms. Love revealeth with unfailing and limitless power the mysteries latent in the universe. Love is the spirit of life unto the adorned body of mankind, the establisher of true civilization in this mortal world, and the shedder of imperishable glory upon every high-aiming race and nation.”-
I was visited my a masculine and feminine presence this morning.
I rose and kissed the masculine and said, “You’re a genius!” I have no idea why I thought this, other than he posed as my CAD man, who happens to be a genius when it comes to designing packaging.
Then I looked at the female … she had a very hostile energy … it was really heavy and gross, to be franc.
So this morning, as I felt the residuals of her presence, I asked that they keep her away from me.
Her energy is what I felt as I was working to protect my Soul from the attacks of many years.
I say to these, “I want nothing to do with anyone who’s goal is to bring about suffering to life. And I want nothing to do with any portion of the masculine who makes it a point to join energies with ones such as this … so please, ALL of you, stay away from me. I cannot allow Self to partner with this …”
And yet, at the same time, I know these are the keepers of time, those who “manage” life and determine the fate of each child born, already knowing the previous life and the interactions of said child … Soul. They mete out the suffering according to their own frustrations.
I ask them kindly to keep their distance.
For I know insisting does no good for these ones. Of course, neither does asking kindly, but I express my wishes in the gentless way possible, for I know anger only fuels them.
Some will say there is no God, try and tell that to the elephants…..
THE ELEPHANTS’ JOURNEY TO PAY RESPECT, BUT HOW DID THEY KNOW?
Lawrence Anthony, a legend in South Africa and author of 3 books including the bestseller, The Elephant Whisperer.
He bravely rescued wildlife and rehabilitated elephants all over the globe from human atrocities, including the courageous rescue of Baghdad Zoo animals during US invasion in 2003.
On March 7, 2012 Lawrence Anthony died. He is remembered and missed by his wife, 2 sons, 2 grandsons, and numerous elephants. Two days after his passing, the wild elephants showed up at his home led by two large matriarchs. Separate wild herds arrived in droves to say goodbye to their beloved ‘man-friend’. A total of 31 elephants had patiently walked over 12 miles to get to his South African House.
Witnessing this spectacle, humans were obviously in awe not only because of the supreme intelligence and precise timing that these elephants sensed about Lawrence’s passing, but also because of the profound memory and emotion the beloved animals evoked in such an organized way: Walking slowly, for days, making their way in a solemn one-by-one queue from their habitat to his house. Lawrence ‘s wife, Francoise, was especially touched, knowing that the elephants had not been to his house prior to that day for well over 3 years! But yet they knew where they were going. The elephants obviously wanted to pay their deep respects, honoring their friend who’d saved their lives – so much respect that they stayed for 2 days 2 nights without eating anything. Then one morning, they left, making their long journey back home.
SOMETHING IN THE UNIVERSE IS GREATER AND DEEPER THAN HUMAN INTELLIGENCE.
In the old Grass Dance Society of the Dakota, two men held the office of Whistle Owners. These officers kept the Singers under their control. The whistle was their badge of office. The whistles were flute-like instruments, about thirty inches long, with the outer end carved to represent a crane with an open beak. The use of the word “reed” in the term for whistle shows an ancient origin for the instrument, as the earliest museum pieces are made out of wood. Since reeds grew in water, they were associated with the Water Spirit.
The species of wood used in the later construction of these whistles was cedar. This wood was chosen because lightning from the Thunders was said to never strike this tree; therefore, if a whistle was not constructed of cedar, the Whistle Owner would be in grave danger.
The whistles were originally blown as part of an ancient rain ceremony. When the Whistle Owners sounded their whistles in the Grass Dance, they were attracting the Thunders—the patron of the society, to their ceremonial dance.
The adversaries of the Thunders are the Water Spirits, whose voice is a whistling sound, as loud as a train whistle. By blowing the wooden whistles, they were fooling the Thunders into producing the desired rain and attacking the Water Spirit in a storm. The whistles were never used during the winter as it would bring on a hail or snow storm.
Control of the Singers
Each member of the Grass Dance Society had a designated seating location defined by their rank, or the duty they were to perform. The Whistle Owners sat on each side of the drum, which was located in the northeast section of the dancing area. They were given supervisory control of the Singers; their function was to keep the Singers performing to the best of their abilities. As was the requirement of old, all of the officers in the society were required to donate to the poor at a designated time in the dance.
If the Singers sang a pleasing song, the Whistle Owners blew their whistles over the drum just as the Singers were ending their song; this action signaled the Head Singer to start another verse. The tune of the whistle was a long, drawn-out sound which required full lung power until the breath expired. This was a request to the Singers to repeat their pleasing song.
They could only blow four times to make the Singers sing that number of verses. Furthermore, they could only blow their whistles for eight different songs, four for each Whistle Owner, so as not to tire the Singers during a dance. If there was more than one drum present, the Whistle Owners only blew over their own drum. They could blow once or twice or more, as they chose.
If the Whistle Owners blew their whistles late, that is, after the song leader had started the lead line, then the Whistle Owners would be fined by the Singers. If in their enthusiasm the Whistle Owner lost count and blew his whistle five times, the Singers immediately would stop singing and call the Announcer to the drum; he in turn would call the Whip Owners to bring the offending Whistle Owner before the Leaders to be heavily fined (usually the giving up of a horse).
On the other hand, if the Singers placed a “tail” on the song after the fourth whistle blow, this was considered a mistake and the Singers were fined. If the Singers continued to sing after the fifth blow, or sang another verse without the whistle being blown, then the Singers were fined.
If the Singers were sluggish in their performance, or made a mistake in their drumming or singing, the Whistle Owners made them sing until they corrected their mistake. The Singers would then be fined. Thus, there was a balance of power between the Singers and the Whistle Owners.
The drum could never be left alone. When not in use, it was taken from its stand, turned on its side and covered up. The Drum Keeper/Leader must attend to this. If the Whistle Owners discovered that the drum was not on its side, or that the Drum Keeper was not watching it, the Whistle Owners would blow over the drum and capture it as though it were an enemy warrior.
The Singers then had to pay a heavy fine to ransom their drum. ln extreme cases the drum was kept until the next dance and then returned if a sufficient number of gifts were donated.
Another punishment used by the Whistle Owners was to have the Announcer inform the members that they were going to “Charge the Drum.” By this announcement the Whistle Owners would try to place a whistle on the drumhead, thus defeating the Singers.
The Singers could stop the charge by immediately changing the song as soon as the charge was detected, thereby saving themselves from being fined. As soon as the announcement was made, the Singers chose one of their number to watch the Whistle Owners as they danced about.
This selected Singer had to keep another song in his mind, and be ready to start, as the “charge” could occur at anytime before the conclusion of the dance. If the chosen Singer became distracted, or “lost” the song, one of the Whistle Owners charged over to the drum and touched the drumhead with his whistle. The Singers then had to pay a fine. If a selected Singer was on guard, and detected the “charge,” he could start a different tune, and thus save the drum from a fine or confiscation. These “games” were intended to cause the members to practice the watchfulness and cunning required of warriors.
The common imposition of fines in the Grass Dance Society was with a view toward promoting generosity. If the Singers had no way of paying a fine, the Whistle Man put his whistle on the drumhead. The Singers could not sing while the whistle was on the drum. This rule was enacted on occasion during the Great Depression of the 1930s when funds were in short supply. In better times the Singers’ relatives paid the fine and the singing was allowed to continue.
My informants said that the office of Whistle Owner fell out of use nearly a century ago. They could not remember anyone who had held the office. Kenny Merrick, Sr. told me that he was given the society whistle by Frank Bullhead, who was the Whistle Man on the Standing Rock Reservation. This whistle has now been passed to Kenny’s son, who lives in a distant state. Sanders Bearstail, Jr. was the Whistle Owner for the Antelope (Grass Dance) Society on the Fort Berthold Indian Reservation for many years until he passed away; I do not know who has taken his place. No prominent officer in the Grass Dance can be self appointed. Presently, one must be sanctioned officially to be viewed as an officer by his tribe, or as the elders told me, these people would be considered as “playing Indian.”
Today, the Whistle Man, as he is called today, usually pays for his office by dropping money on a drumhead as he is finishing his fourth and final charge. This payment also demonstrates his appreciation for the Singers’ performance. Singers are no longer “punished.”
This Russian woman’s psychic powers ignited a paranormal arms race between the U.S. and the USSR.
“And anyway, it would be even better to know not simply what the enemy was planning but what he was thinking, and to be able to alter that thinking, or to destroy remotely without expensive weaponry. Even though enthusiasm about these capabilities remained tempered, the possibilities for psychic warfare seemed endless.”
The freshly removed frog’s heart was sitting in a solution that could keep it beating for up to an hour, and scientists were measuring beats per minute through electrodes they’d hooked up to the amphibian’s tiny ticker.
According to the Soviet doctors monitoring her, Kulagina’s own heart rate increased dramatically during the seven minutes it took her to mentally stop the frog’s heart. It had taken her 20 minutes to prepare for the exercise.
She tried to elevate the heart rate of a human physician in the room who was skeptical of her powers. Both were hooked up to EKG machines. Within a couple minutes, analysts noted that the physician’s heart was beating at a “dangerous” rate, and the experiment was terminated.
Just last night I was observing my history and wondering how many personalities I actually embody and portray. And is it possible to eliminate some of them …. and would I want to.
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