“HAND: THE WORD & HUMANKIND…”

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HAND is a word that means give or offer or tender or dispense. This knowing caused me to wonder: “What if each time we shake a hand or hold a hand or kiss a hand or pat a hand or reach for a helping hand our LIFE would be—for the moment—unbroken?”

For those of you who know me suspect another question isn’t far behind. Here it is: “Might it be possible that the words we speak—as simple as HAND—are intended to carry out a purpose equally as vital to humankind as breathing?”

“Maternal Tapestry” That Which Is Or…”

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Maternal is a word that reveals itself in actions and Tapestry is the interweaving of its consequences. There are women who weave with an artistry that is life itself and others who lose a thread here and there weakening the embroidery over time.

Women of the World—from time itself—entwined in the stillness of their Maternal Tapestry to guide and teach and love and train and pray for those of their womb. Their tapestry sewn tight into the yet unborn and each stitch after birth intended.

Yet, we still have wars and we still hate and we still throb to control and those in the womb must surely feel this energy. And yes, some Maternal Tapestry still exists in the voices allowed to speak; but even they are growing quiet.

My question is this: “If the current voices in the Cosmos of Maternal Tapestry should be silenced by fear or ignorance of its import—who then would become the Maternal Tapestry Storytellers of our future?”

“Look Outward…Inquire Within…”

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My title (above) flashed quickly by in a television ad at the moment I drained my Cup of Joe. I guess it’s the writer in me that observes a picture in words: like an artist might see a masterpiece in a color palette. In this case my doorway to creating a new blog.  

Look Outward: I assume each of us know what it is to LOOK. But to look OUTWARD, well that may require a different state of mind: one willing to see but not judge others or ourselves. A way of thinking that requires empathy. There is woefully every form of opinion in every form of media that calls to us: “Get On Board,” we have your answer. To Look Outward we see the firestorm.

Inquire Within: Ah, here we have the reflection that is our essence. It is here we are liberated to think and wonder and ask and form opinion without outward influences. Humankind’s voice is silent here because it’s threatened by the Outward. Yet, the power that is thought lives at this moment and for all time. Inquire Within and we see the obtainable.

“The Roads Ahead: Do I discern what I see or…”

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Discern is an old-fashioned word that means to distinguish or become aware of. The roads ahead are those we traverse daily—unaware discernment is required. Perhaps like those roads below.

Is it Road 52-C in rural Iowa covered in rust-red powdery earth that billows from the underside of Farmer Abel’s truck? The corn fields await harvest and Farmer Abel grows old.

Or a paved snowbound road in Bismarck, North Dakota: Closed! January had waited impatiently for that first Canadian cold front to take shape. When it did she blew hard southward.

There is the learning-a-lesson road that can be immediate; painfully long; velvety smooth, or rough with jagged peril.

Some roads wind soothingly, like the steady flow of the Volga River. But on-shore male Russian hawkers display their wares. They sell with their eyes: gentle, pleading and threatening. You are pursued from one wooden stall to another; at least until you say nyet.

The Yellow Brick Road in the Land of Oz is wrought with flying monkeys; the Horse of a Different Color; Wizards; Scarecrow; Tin Man, and Dorothy’s Ruby Slippers. And, lest we forget: the Good and Wicked Witches and the Munchkins. But Dorothy’s toll road taught her it wasn’t her slippers that held the power of place. It was her discernment that led directly home.

Humankind: Can We Hear the “Hymn of the Universe?”

 

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Introduction: I do not presume to describe for you the “Hymn of the Universe” by Pierre Teilhard de Chardin {1881-1955}. A French philosopher and Jesuit priest who trained as a paleontologist and geologist (pictured).

Visitor: Why should I care about a hymn or a dead French philosopher?

JLM’S Garden: “These are great questions and the answer below may surprise you!”

Reflections:

Words: Hymn is a chant or mantra. The universe is creation or life. Humankind is a word meaning human race or civilization.

When I look out at Mother Earth I hear no hymn, only the noise that is chaos and insurrection.

Yet, when I look into the Cosmos I sense the energy that is the potential of humankind.

 In today’s technological world we can absorb—in most languages—the intention of the writings in the “Hymn of the Universe” or any other treatise we choose to wonder about. Well, except for our sisters and brothers denied admittance to evolution that only consciousness can bring.

Answer:  In his writings on “Planetary Mind and Our Spiritual Evolution” our same French philosopher Pierre Teilhard de Chardin says this: “The coming stage of evolution won’t be driven by physical adaptation but by human consciousness, creativity, and spirit.  

 

“What Is Intention Anyway?…”

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Intention is a word that means purpose and there are other synonyms—but they do not belong in this blog. You’ll see why.

Prophecy is a prediction made under divine influence and direction: something a lot like the word intention; or is it? Well here comes the rub as far as I’m concerned.

From Mother Earth’s first sunlight we, humankind, have careworn our world using one word: intention. One century after another we’ve governed the play calls by making use of kings, rooks, bishops, queens, knights and pawns—utilizing our rank and file—to checkmate Earth’s Chessboard christened rationale.

There is in the word itself to intend. So do I plant my intentions? You bet! And, guess what it revealed: CAUTION!

The next time we intend a thought—silent or spoken—become vigilant. It just might determine what intention will be fulfilled. And it is at that exact moment humankind will look skyward to the cosmos or downward to the destruction of Mother Earth. 

“Destruction: By Self or By…”

Janet's project 1 copyThere are only unsympathetic synonyms listed for the word Destruction. I take for granted this is due to humankind’s experience—throughout time—of the word itself. So, you may ask, why should I care about the WORD DESTRUCTION? It is, isn’t it, just a word for heaven’s sake?

Well, if we’ve been hanging around Mother Earth for any time at all, we’ve experienced destruction to our psyche due to: wars: religion; poverty; hatred; cover-ups; family; hunger; fear; health; greed; death of those we love; power, and our own self-destruction.

It is honestly Destruction by Self that is at the depth of my sorrow for humankind. This loss is the hardest to tolerate—while it happens and forever afterwards. Of course, there are specialists who treat and can help; also if allowed. There is prayer. But, thus far, you and I were not endowed with an ability to save another if they are dedicated to self-destruction.

Save is a word that means to set aside. Perhaps we should set aside the act to save another until we have rescued ourselves.  

“The Voices…”

liberty_000Year 2014: Can’t you hear our wailing? Do you not sense the rise as we lift from the ashes of war? Have you not yielded to the whimpers of the children? Has not power been revealed as an Achilles’ heel? Humankind’s voice is shouting: even when silenced by tyranny or partition. For it is within the privacy of every  thought that each voice cannot be denied its intention.

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Year 1903: Perhaps American poet Emma Lazarus (1849-1887), born in New York City, said it best in “The New Colossus” {a sonnet written in 1883 and on a bronze plaque in the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty; placed in 1903.}  

Give me your tired, your poor. Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

THE VOICES: Those yearning to breathe free then and now—one-hundred and eleven years later—shall not be silenced. For once a lamp is lit its glimmer is cast for all time. 

“What is NEED and what is WANT?…”

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NEED: Honestly speaking we need health and to be valued because we live! On an emotional level we need love and touch and peace. On a practical level we need a roof over our head and friends and food and laughter.

WANT: The want segment of our essence I’ve come to know is the longer road with its curves and accidents meant to awaken us from the sleep of non-awareness.

I’ve traveled many roads and looking back realized I missed the signs warning me to turn around—trouble ahead!

But today I see it this way: The two-lane road we each negotiate is both Need and Want. Then again we can only traverse one road at a time in quest of fuel for our essence. So where might we find this fuel I speak of? Perhaps at “The Awareness Pump” of the choice we are just about to make.