From an Upper Floor

Universal Watch . . .

We were sitting at dinner on the Farm visiting with my beloved burly brothers.  I had been the first sister amid 5 brothers born and never doubted their love.  They were my introduction to the world of men and they could do everything. And when I first talked with words of meaning, I announced my intent to marry them all and be their slave!  It still puzzles me how I knew the meaning of the word slave as a kinderchild.  I think I was about five years old when I stated my premise.

At that dinner, my brothers were talking about what they did to help, the meaningful work of life.  And when they got to the fledgling newly wed they asked what do you do?  In a loud voice he proclaimed. . .I pay the bills!  And a thoughtful response from my quiet brother. . . that is the easy work.  The hard work is within four walls.

And my life of nearing the century mark in count of a hand?  That the hardest job in the family is on the premises as parents.  That it was with cosmic intention birthing would be the extension of the mother’s heartbeat and the father’s process would be the soothing open hand on the child’s brow in love.  This was the paving way to brotherhood among the earth’s persons.

Both would be required and life would be lived with promise and the living made with talents sorted.  Where the talents the world used would be the living made and home where children were reared with love.

In this new country settled by immigrants, life would try on and keep trying on the many ways to make a living and a life.  We still are in process for a more better fit.  With working it out, transitional methods are tried and in flux.  But we continue with hope to work hard.

The caring, the uniting, the intention of belonging to the greater humanity was what being human was all about.  Before going on to other worlds, we must learn to accept and respect the differences in ours.

Life everlasting  means that chances are given in many worlds for Beings to work on themselves, to bring forward the good within each.  We were told of fields ready for ploughing and farmers needed to feed mind and body.

Each one teach one, feed one. . .mind and body.   We are keepers of each other.

KEEPERS. . .    OF . . . . .EACH. . . . .  OTHER . . . . .

We were sitting at dinner on the Farm visiting with my beloved burly brothers.  I had been the first sister amid 5 brothers born and never doubted their love.  They were my introduction to the world of men and they could do everything. And when I first talked with words of meaning, I announced my intent to marry them all and be their slave!  It still puzzles me how I knew the meaning of the word slave as a kinderchild.  I think I was about five years old when I stated my premise.

At that dinner, my brothers were talking about what they did to help, the meaningful work of life.  And when they got to the fledgling newly wed they asked what do you do?  In a loud voice he proclaimed. . .I pay the bills!  And a thoughtful response from my quiet brother. . . that is the easy work.  The hard work is within four walls.

And my life of nearing the century mark in count of a hand?  That the hardest job in the family is on the premises as parents.  That it was with cosmic intent birthing would be the extension of the mother’s heartbeat and the father’s process would be the soothing open hand on the child’s brow in love.  This was the paving way to brotherhood among the earth’s persons.

Both would be required and life would be lived with promise and the living made with talents sorted.  Where the talents the world used would be the living made and home where children were reared with love.

In this new country settled by immigrants, life would try on and keep trying on the many ways to make a living and a life.  We still are in process for a more better fit.  With working it out, transitional methods are tried and in flux.  But we continue with hope to work hard.

The caring, the uniting, the intention of belonging to the greater humanity was what being human was all about.  Before going on to other worlds, we must learn to accept and respect the differences in ours.

Life everlasting  means that chances are given in many worlds for Beings to work on themselves, to bring forward the good within each.  We were told of fields ready for ploughing and farmers needed to feed mind and body.

Each one teach one, feed one. . .mind and body.   We are keepers of each other.

KEEPERS. . .    OF . . . . .EACH. . . . .  OTHER . . . . .

We were sitting at dinner on the Farm visiting with my beloved burly brothers.  I had been the first sister amid 5 brothers born and never doubted their love.  They were my introduction to the world of men and they could do everything. And when I first talked with words of meaning, I announced my intent to marry them all and be their slave!  It still puzzles me how I knew the meaning of the word slave as a kinderchild.  I think I was about five years old when I stated my premise.

At that dinner, my brothers were talking about what they did to help, the meaningful work of life.  And when they got to the fledgling newly wed they asked what do you do?  In a loud voice he proclaimed. . .I pay the bills!  And a thoughtful response from my quiet brother. . . that is the easy work.  The hard work is within four walls.  

And my life of nearing the century mark in count of a hand?  That the hardest job in the family is on the premises as parents.  That it was with cosmic intent birthing would be the extension of the mother’s heartbeat and the father’s process would be the soothing open hand on the child’s brow in love.  This was the paving way to brotherhood among the earth’s persons.

Both would be required and life would be lived with promise and the living made with talents sorted.  Where the talents the world used would be the living made and home where children were reared with love. 

In this new country settled by immigrants, life would try on and keep trying on the many ways to make a living and a life.  We still are in process for a more better fit.  With working it out, transitional methods are tried and in flux.  But we continue with hope to work hard. 

The caring, the uniting, the intention of belonging to the greater humanity was what being human was all about.  Before going on to other worlds, we must learn to accept and respect the differences in ours.

Life everlasting  means that chances are given in many worlds for Beings to work on themselves, to bring forward the good within each.  We were told of fields ready for ploughing and farmers needed to feed mind and body.

Each one teach one, feed one. . .mind and body.   We are keepers of each other.

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We Connect With The All

by Veronica Hallissey on April 19, 2013 in Essays

I received an e mail with photos of several large elephants making their way to the home of a man who had befriended them.  This person named Lawrence Anthony spent his life caring for elephants in South Africa.  His death occurred on March 7, 2012.  Two days after he died, wild elephants showed up at his home led by 2 large matriarchs.  Up to 31  of them walked over 12 miles to pay homage to his family.   It does not surprise me that they thought of their caretaker as being more than just this person,  Lawrence Anthony.   The question was asked how did they know of the death of this friend and how was word spread.   Growing up on The Farm during my most formative years I saw very old farmers and their animals in communication not only verbally but with body language.   And the animals understood their caretakers without question.  There was a symbiotic relationship between animals and their caretakers.   They were of one heart.   This is how word spreads in the wild or anywhere when the relationship is of heart and understood so.   One knows at a level that our vocabulary has no word for.   My mother thought cows were the smartest of all farm animals.   She did not think dogs were smart at all.   And yet having read a recent study on dog intelligence,  some do have the intelligence of a 2 or 3 year old toddler.   I am in awe.   Yet I know as one who talks to my dogs and listens to them,  that they tune me out when there is no need evident,  as children do.

As far as the elephants making the journey to pay homage to their friend,  it is not surprising.   We are all connected.  There is a common thread that unites all to the all.   We in the western culture are a very small segment of civilization that does not believe in some level of reincarnation.   Most of the world does with different interpretations to be sure.   Many, many years ago I read that if souls wish to participate in earth life but without human experience, they can send a fragment of spirit or soul stuffs to experience physical life at some level of existence.   Elephants, jungle life of many kinds, dolphins and whales have long been known to have language and systems of thought.   We cannot close out  whole systems of Life simply because we do not understand them.   There are those who have spent their lives in service to an assembly of creatures and have learned to understand them.   One day there will be words in our vocabulary to describe meanings not found now.   Sometimes we have to step outside our frame of reference to begin to understand Other than what we are comfortable with.   How great is our need to know is always a good beginning.   Lawrence Anthony communicated at a level that went deeper than most people’s understanding of deep.   This connection to all life , and some say just sentient life, is as far as some go.   I would go farther and say ALL THAT IS is in everything.  I go so far as to say God in a rock and beneath it also.   I have had to redefine the word God to incorporate my views and friend,  it is a long hard work

What is visible is visible and what is also visible can be chosen not to be seen.  The depth of perception only depends on the inmost courage of the individual in his capacity to deal with impending events.

Courage is not garnered overnight nor is it stored for all time.  It is fought for every morning in the bathrooms all over the world.  And it is worn with conviction man hopes into the kitchen for breakfast with the family. 

It has been that life of quiet desperation Thoreau wrote about. To live one’s life directed to the greater life is only done with knowledge that the greater life exists.  For this to become common knowledge means the footwork has been done.

But only as we observe with knowledge that life is neverending , is everlasting and the challenge is in the journey, is the hope that humankind will tolerate the fact that destiny is in his hands.

And what happens in the world inhabited is but a reflection of the greater worlds and what  will transpire in greater degree elsewhere.

And the planet Earth will prevail and humankind will survive and the Universes will reflect the good we hope to inflect in the heart of man.

A program televised  told of near death experiences of several people.  One of the persons reflected on  her experience as vast, simply the other side was vast.  And vast it is.  With  boundaries set to see what  limited senses reveal  that there are those  who see what others do not.

Unless words find a bedding, like the words everlasting life, the cycle repeats but with a difference to  come.  Circumstances will not be as favorable and forever actually come alive,  a death path is walked  and cannot give houseroom to what  actions by omission and commission wrought, nor the planet  hospitable.   

When icons are smashed symbolizing centuries of man’s desire to translate the divine into the material, he smashes also the humans who built them.

A sorrow hushed. . . the holocaust. . .

My ears cleaved to the door frame
of the dining room. Her whisper was hoarse,
were there many?

Lots, he said, lots, as he held the letter
that told him what they saw.
They pushed for space, women and children
and their men. They wanted to see.
My people saw he said.

Their words burned my brain
as I strained to listen, afraid I wouldn’t
catch a sorrow hushed.  It didn’t last long
he said, because they fell.  Matko Bosko she said.
Remember our history he said.
As if that could explain what I heard.

And I knew the god they called
upon to save them from whatever they feared.
He whispered again, somehow trying to
make this horrid time an all right matter.
My people saw them, he kept saying.

And I loved those parents who made things
seem right yet what my heart knew was evil
and my head fought them and argued
till I would vomit.  We would go
into holy week and pray just as
my cousins across the waters who saw
what was done went back to their tables
and supped as if nothing had happened.

These were friends and relatives
whose prayers were different and
they said that made them different than us.

And the us that I was born into made me
ashamed and sick to my stomach and kneeled
in front of the toilet and emptied my shame
washed with the tears of I am so sorry
and threw up all of my ten years

and so went my trust.

Much of what was happening at that time was what I overheard to be Poland’s part in the holocaust.  Relatives wrote what was happening there.  Being an ailing child at home led me to listen carefully to everything.   The whispered conversations were fewer and not fully understood until as an adult I happened upon Winter Journey by Diane Armstrong. The impact on me was visceral.  The memories connected with family at that time rushed to surface.  These events were deep in the knowledgeable ten year old I was who was frightened and ashamed.  How does one live with shame?

How We See . . .

Perspectives create dimensions.  Perspective creates worlds.  Perspective creates your Reality.

Look at the last statement.  You have heard it mentioned that we each create our reality.    Each reality is a different world.

Most of us  share  5 common senses to see our world.  And our experience has taught us how we view our world that is common to most.  Some of us have had experience that have given us another sense or two.  We may see with a depth added to what we are born with because of our experience.  Or hear with depth what is not said.  Like perhaps a musical instrument added to the instrument being used.

How you see your world, this place we are in now is different from what I see as this place I am in.  We are next to each other now.  But what we see is different in degree yet what we see may be common to us.  But the difference in what we see is enough to make our worlds not the same.

There is a difference in the world of each viable Being.  Each Being holds a perspective.  We people see differently as well as dogs see differently as well as cats see differently and birds.  There are layers of viable life and living within dimensions and perspective differs for each species.

What I mean as different, the chair in front of us is not seen possibly as a chair for other viable beings.  It may seem as an obstacle of a sort, but not as a chair for the dog.  The dog  may wonder about this obstacle but does not know he can walk around it.  He may not see space around it but may see it as fully taking all the room he sees.

That what we see is not everything there is to see.  I described to the psychiatrist what I saw and he whistled through his teeth when I was through and said you realize that not everybody sees what you see.   He was amazed that I stayed out of the hospital with my particular ability or bent.

Doris Lessing writes in her Shikasta series that a woman speaks to her psychiatrist of her 2 percent difference in perspective and he sees a quality of thought.  And that 2 percent quality puts not only the speaker but the listener in different countries and possibly in different worlds though they be side by side.

We have to integrate differences and accept them to be able to live peaceably in this country and eventually worlds.

It is my intense desire to keep this planet alive and this classroom operative for those already here.  And those who wish to make a difference.  And children are that hope in this best of all learning places.

How We See . . .

Perspectives create dimensions.  Perspective creates worlds.  Perspective creates your Reality.

Look at the last statement.  You have heard it mentioned that we each create our reality.    Each reality is a different world.

Most of us  share  5 common senses to see our world.  And our experience has taught us how we view our world that is common to most.  Some of us have had experience that have given us another sense or two.  We may see with a depth added to what we are born with because of our experience.  Or hear with depth what is not said.  Like perhaps a musical instrument added to the instrument being used.

How you see your world, this place we are in now is different from what I see as this place I am in.  We are next to each other now.  But what we see is different in degree yet what we see may be common to us.  But the difference in what we see is enough to make our worlds not the same.

There is a difference in the world of each viable Being.  Each Being holds a perspective.  We people see differently as well as dogs see differently as well as cats see differently and birds.  There are layers of viable life and living within dimensions and perspective differs for each species.

What I mean as different, the chair in front of us is not seen possibly as a chair for other viable beings.  It may seem as an obstacle of a sort, but not as a chair for the dog.  The dog  may wonder about this obstacle but does not know he can walk around it.  He may not see space around it but may see it as fully taking all the room he sees.

That what we see is not everything there is to see.  I described to the psychiatrist what I saw and he whistled through his teeth when I was through and said you realize that not everybody sees what you see.   He was amazed that I stayed out of the hospital with my particular ability or bent.

Doris Lessing writes in her Shikasta series that a woman speaks to her psychiatrist of her 2 percent difference in perspective and he sees a quality of thought.  And that 2 percent quality puts not only the speaker but the listener in different countries and possibly in different worlds though they be side by side.

We have to integrate differences and accept them to be able to live peaceably in this country and eventually worlds.

It is my intense desire to keep this planet alive and this classroom operative for those already here.  And those who wish to make a difference.  And children are that hope in this best of all learning places.