The River Has Its Destination

We have been telling the people that this is the
Eleventh Hour
Now we must go back and tell the people this is the
Hour


And there are things to be considered:


Where are you living?
What are you doing?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?
Know your garden.


It is time to speak your truth.


Create your community.
Be good to each other.


And do not look outside yourself for the leader.
This could be a good time!


There is a river flowing now very fast
It is so great and swift that there are those who will
be afraid.
They will try to hold on to the shore.


They will feel they are being torn apart and they
will suffer greatly.


Know the river has its destination.


The Elders say we must let go of the whore, and
push off and into the river, keep our eyes open, and 
our head above the water.


See who is in there with you and Celebrate.


At this time in history, we are to take nothing
personally.
Least of all, ourselves.


For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth
and journey comes to a halt.


The time of the lone wolf is over.


Gather yourselves!


Banish the word "struggle" from your attitude and
your vocabulary.


All that you do now must be done in a sacred
manner
And in celebration.
"We are the ones we have been waiting for..."


              -- The Elders, Hopi Nation, Oraibi, Arizona

In Flagrante Delicto

This will be just a short post: I´ve been writing for my thesis for four days almost without intermissions, I have also downloaded my first book, Angels in My Hair, to my kindle - I read a chapter before going to sleep after watching the news at night; and I shall be singing in a little while with my choir. 

Today after lunch, I caught my Dad watching my Mom, who was talking to her granddaughter through a window. My Mom was smiling kindly at my niece, she talked in a soft voice and had sparks in her eyes. My Dad had a blissful smile on his face... I thought how much they love each other. I have never heard them say it aloud. But his quiet posture with that loving smile... it was beautiful and I felt embarrassed to even breathe how much I enjoyed their speechless communication. 

I know that it might be weird how I will continue, but immediately afterwards I thought: When does a person die? There must be only two instances because as long as you have something to go after / to achieve, God wouldn´t let you die. Thus, I believe that it must be either at a point when you apeace yourself with the rest of the world and even your biggest enemy becomes your friend or you die off a bitter exhaustion trying to guard your cold and stone-like heart.