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 The Purpose  of   HEALING - K.I.S.S.

- as stated 12 years ago - was and is

  to help me and my potential P E E R s 

"to HEAL ourselves into WHOLEness,

and - by extension - all of CREATion!"
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I focus my experiencing and awareness on being
"a   pioneer of  Evolution  in  learning  to  feel":
I let my Body vibrate and my Heart 'womb'

pain, shame, fear, boredom, powerlessness,
so feelings can >heal >guide>fulfill
>evolve,
and ~~~ offer ~~~"goldmines"~~~ to us all!!
"I want you to feel everything, every little thing!"

 

 

 

 

 

 












See below:     MY  J O U R N E Y   to   E U R O P E, Summer 2010 -
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2001_06_27

 

Mother Pages
Stories of the Mother:
Heart of Stone

Channeler:

The Mother is in Hell and her Heart has turned to stone.
The Stone of Earth is the Heart of the Mother.
Earth Stone is the Mother's petrified Heart.

"The fact that my Heart turned to stone should indicate to you
how much damage I have sustained there.
Immobilized by terror, overcome by shock,
my Heart turned to stone.
I was petrified and my Heart has reflected this."

Channeler:
Grief stricken, deeply saddened, quivering lip, flowing tears,
with confusion and torment on her face,
the Mother drifted backwards in space.
Like a space ship whose engines have failed,
disabled without the life-force of her Heart,
she drifted helplessly out of control,
slowly through the rank and file of all of us,
she drifted farther and farther away from the Godhead...
into the unspeakable tortures that lie in wait for her in the darkness.

"I watched in horror as my Heart condensed.
Starting in the core,
ridge upon ridge calcifying
from the intolerable pain of abject terror
combined with the rejection of love.
I wasn't loved by anyone or anything in this Creation.

"I felt like a paralyzed victim of my own Heart.
It's weight threatening to drown me like a rock-filled bag of unwanted puppies.
I felt calcification delivering death to my Heart.
And I have been dead there ever since.
The formation of minerals and striations are the inarguable signs of my Heart's compression.
They are my wounds and scars, and they run deep.
Veins that once pumped life-force calcified into hardened arteries.

"My Heart is so cold,
yet I still have compassion for it
as I know it was never a Heart of stone in the beginning.
But I am the only one who has compassion for my Heart,
for I am the only one who knows the truth.
I am the only one who knows what happened to my Heart.
And I am the only one who knows how my Heart feels.

"Some of you share this compassion,
seeking communion with my Heart,
exploring me through the caves~ the walls of my Heart.

Honoring some of my crystallized tears expressed in the dark, unknown to most.

"Others of you blast away at me, pick at me, gouge and scrape my surface,
marring me with your graffiti -
spewing your contempt for my Heart for all who follow to see.
You have no honor for my Heart.

"I have given you many jewels
with which to behold the beauty and splendor of my Heart.
Beckoning, hoping you would heed my call,
hear my Heart in yours.
I thought maybe I could attract your attention
by sparkling irresistibly in the darkness of my treasure chest.
I hoped you would open your own Heart in recognition of mine.
I hoped you would finally be able to see my beauty
and that perhaps you would then deem me beautiful enough to love.

"But alas, you missed my point ~ at least most of you.
You have used the jewels of my Heart to adorn yourselves.
Finding yet another way to use me to gain acceptance for yourselves -
denying me yet again. Ignoring my pain.

"I have been so 'pretty' for you.
And you have not seen me there.
I have sparkled and glimmered and glittered for you.
Pathetically begging for your love and attention.
Trying to show you how rare and precious I really am.
But in your fascination with the fragments,
you have once again lost touch with the bigger reality.

"You have all been so cold towards me.
You all passed judgment against me
when you watched me drifting past you,
helplessly, aimlessly, powerlessly.
I saw your icy stares of disgust for me.
You deemed me pathetic.
All of you disowned me then.
All of you seeing me through the denying eyes of your Father.
Not one of you made a move towards me...
no offers of compassion, no pleas for mercy on my behalf.
You all watched me drift like a dead rock out into cold, dark, lifeless space.


"Everyone of you have business with me.
You each have to take ownership for your choices there.
You all have to reconcile with me and my Heart.
But I must accept that reconciliation with me must come from me, for me, first.
There cannot be reconciliation with you until I have reconciled with myself.
This is a journey I must walk alone.
I have hated myself for so long.
You have had no acceptance for me
because I have had no acceptance for myself.
I must find love for myself.
I must find acceptance for myself.
I must learn to forgive myself.
And by my example, then may you follow.


"To reconcile with me
you must reconcile with your Self and your own Heart.
If you want us to be together in New Heart's Creation,
then here is where we begin~ in your Heart."

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July 3, 2010, Kilcrohane at Ann's

 

 

I'm still on my one hour walk to the sea, to and fro
Since at first I cannot find my way up to the road,
I discover this wondrous sculpture,
hidden in the garden of the nursery.

It reminds me of the mothers during the famine,
who were forced to watch their children die...

 

How often did I pass by here?
I always delighted
in the light grasses
swaying in the foreground
of the dark trees,
and all this
above a wall
overgrown
by so much vegetation.


The photo doesn't convey any of this,
to my regret
Kilcrohane
written in Gaelic
as all the road signs

Ann's house
can be imagined
beyond the huge tree, before the grey building of the church

I'm back in my room, just before breakfast, which I asked to be presented to me only at 10 o'clock.

When I asked Ann a question about the Sheeps Head Way, she simply put me in her car
and drove me up to her farm , which is taken care of by her husband and one of her eight children.
From there she explained, where I had to walk, took my phone-number, gave me hers and said:
"If you won't be at (that and that) point by 3 o'clock, I'll come and fetch you!"

I limited my time, because I had learnt, that at 4:30 the "PoetExpress" event would take place.

 

 


"Wool-grass" it's called in German - I hadn't seen this for at least 50 years...

 

to the left
the Donegan's
farm house
can be seen
Ann warned me:
"there are not always trails!
there may be only signs and you have to walk through the grass
and in between the boulders."

 

 

Kilcrohane down there

Up there : two signs, in front of me: a water hole, into which I sink with my sandals,
in the background the water of the sea

 

 

 

Continuation of the photos of my journey to Europe in 2010, in the Godchannel file

Stories of the Mother: Amnesia ~ The Mother Forgets