High recognitions . . . turn to Nature and its Beings

 

 

“When you have doubts, turn to nature and its beings! Nature teaches us everything, giving us everything we need!”

– Roselis von Sass. The author draws inspiration from The Grail Message, In the Light of Truth by Abdruschin

 

 

 

 

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#WingedJewels . . . Fantastic plumage.

 

 

Grey Peacock-pheasant (Polyplectron bicalcaratum) by Yann Muzika.

This peacock-pheasant is distributed in lowland and hill forests of Bangladesh, Northeast India and Southeast Asia. An American counterpart is the ocellated turkey.

 

 

 

 

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Sunday reflection . . . our connection with the Light

 

 

“If a man stands by a lit candle for twenty years, it will shine upon him for twenty years. But the moment he walks away from this candle, the light no longer shines on him. This same principle applies to our connection with the Light that we receive from the Creator. So long as we are consistent in our conscious desire and efforts to be with the Light, it will always shine upon us.”

Rav Yehuda Ashlag (Baal HaSulam)

 

 

 

 

 

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Amazing Nature . . . From caterpillar to butterfly

 

 

Change,

This transformation
begins in the spinning
of the soul,
hanged upside down,
massively re-arranged,
motion light.
By inch the radical
takes place
the old is decomposed,
the gruesome has been destroyed
melting into something
beautiful.
What has seemed to harm you
brought you to life.

• Tara Estacaan

photo credit: Yuichi Kageyama – unsplash

 

 

 

 

 

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#PoeticThursday . . . When the oak tree wept forth tears.

 

 

When the oak wept forth tears,
Were they tears of blood?
Born of some sadness,
From in his heart wood,
Did he weep for the silence,
Or death in the lairs?
As man unleashed violence,
On foxes and hares,
Was it ’cause he awaited,
The bite of man’s axe,
For that species grew greedy,
And green spirit lacks,
None remained to ask questions,
Of why the oak cried,
As mankind brought corruption,
And the oak’s forest died.

Words by Robin Green-Elk..
Artist Tara Pappas

 

 

 

 

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New Moon in Virgo . . . bringing intense changes

 

 

 

 

 

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September Equinox loading……

 

 Who is ready for Fall? The Autumnal Equinox is Tuesday, September 22 this year! (It’s Spring for our friends in the Southern Hemisphere). 🍂

— Art via Jill Barklem, Bramby Hedge Series

 

 

 

 

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#One-linerWednesday . . . The older you get…

 

 

The older you get the more you realize that the things that cost nothing, hold the most value.

 

 

 

 

 

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#Omens& Symbols . . . The Magic White Cat

 

The magic white cat was based on a real pet cat in Medieval Ireland. Pangur Bán belonged to a 9th century Irish Monk who wrote a famous poem about him while working in an Irish Scriptorum in Austria.

The poem was translated by Robin Flower (Bláthín to the Blasket Islanders) who was the Deputy Keeper of Manuscripts in the British Museum.

“I and Pangur Ban my cat,
‘Tis a like task we are at:
Hunting mice is his delight,
Hunting words I sit all night.

Better far than praise of men
‘Tis to sit with book and pen;
Pangur bears me no ill-will,
He too plies his simple skill.

‘Tis a merry task to see
At our tasks how glad are we,
When at home we sit and find
Entertainment to our mind.

Oftentimes a mouse will stray
In the hero Pangur’s way;
Oftentimes my keen thought set
Takes a meaning in its net.

‘Gainst the wall he sets his eye
Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
‘Gainst the wall of knowledge I
All my little wisdom try.

When a mouse darts from its den,
O how glad is Pangur then!
O what gladness do I prove
When I solve the doubts I love!

So in peace our task we ply,
Pangur Ban, my cat, and I;
In our arts we find our bliss,
I have mine and he has his.

Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade;
I get wisdom day and night
Turning darkness into light.”

Artist Jessica Allain

 

 

 

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#TenderTuesday . . . I’m not crying because of you…

 

 

“I’m not crying because of you; you’re not worth it. I’m crying because my delusion of who you were was shattered by the truth of who you are.”
Steve Maraboli

Artwork, Nick Alm – Supporter, 2016.

 

 

 

 

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