2015: “A Rose When I Was A Child…”

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It was the voice of my Italian grandmother who used to say things like: “…you kids grow too fast. Slow down. Smell my roses; they not last either.” I, of course heard her, but did I listen? No, not really. Her message was imprisoned in my youth. But today, yes the first day of 2015 at around ten at night I heard: “…see, I tell you the truth.”

I wonder what Maria would think of humankind these days—so far removed from the immigrants struggling in the coal mining camps of her day. For Heaven’s sakes we are now searching for answers in the Cosmos and losing sight of our neighbor next door. Don’t get me wrong, I find significance in knowledge. But more, I find hopefulness in the storytelling of those who came before us. The ones who warned us to slow down… “Tomorrow waits for no one.”

2015: Who among you will dare to smell a rose or listen to the laughter of a child or remember the voices of those who came before or hold an aged hand and ask: “What do you mean grandmother that I grow too fast? After all: LIFE IS INTENTION!

“STAR TREK” – WHO KNEW THAT WE…”

HEADLINE: “Star Trek-like invisible shield found thousands of miles above Earth…” University of Colorado Boulder

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For me, this revelation requires some Cosmos like questions:

  1. Has this Star Trek-like Shield been there (wherever that is) all along?
  2. Did it reveal only when Humankind’s technology and curiosity to probe advanced?
  3. Does The Cosmos unveil our Earth’s secrets only when the time is right?
  4. Are we Humankind wise enough to not interfere with such a revelation?
  5. I ask because doesn’t Humankind destroy, one way or another, all we intend to overcome?
  6. Last, and not least, will Humankind grasp that this Star Trek-Shield covers YOU and ME.

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. 

“And, The Rivers Flow…”

 

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Along the rivers of life is a universal yearning to flow with the tides that Mother Earth endowed   to the Zambezi River—the fourth-longest in Africa and the largest flowing into the Indian Ocean from Africa. Maybe this will help: The Zambezi’s most celebrated feature: Victoria Falls (below).

Elephants walking in a channel of the Zambezi River, Zambia

Why choose the Zambezi for this blog? That’s easy: because it demonstrates how the animals and human cultures sustained by it, live together the ebb and flow that is the rhythm of life. Nature is a great storyteller of collaboration that nourishes our future.Victoria Falls

Now, more than 7 billion of us are torn by disorder and uncertainty and bewilderment. Our world is changing and none know its outcome. Well, maybe trusting that when the rains come and the Zambezi overflows her banks and humankind and animal alike head to a higher ground, we too head there!

“God and the First Light…”

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There’s a book I’m reading that unexpectedly shed light on how humankind can be as one; even if for a single moment each evening.

To lay the groundwork I quote from the book: “The Story of Earth” by Robert M. Hazen that says in part: “…The over-whelming majority of those first atoms were hydrogen—more than 90 percent of all atoms—with a few percent helium and a trace of lithium thrown in. That mix of elements formed the first stars.” Hazen continues with a chapter on “First Light.” It was then that I caught the light

What if, without the customary spin on how, why, when or if we are to look at the stars, “We the Peoples of Earth” step outside and look up anyway at what twinkles equally above our homes? It is here we offer hope to one another that plant the seeds of a renewed “First Light.”

Oh, and God, well is not that life-force also the stars?

“POWER AND MOTHER NATURE…”

shadows treesSo, because of the devastation and beauty of Mother Nature—revealed on television and throughout social media—I trust that HER power to bring us peace or heartache is without question. We The People experience HER wearing our masks of prejudice or our ability to feel the sorrow of others.

Mother Nature is a great teacher imparting that WE  HUMANKIND are in this together whether we know it or like it.

 And—despite those who believe their power encircles the masses—Mother Nature reminds us that EARTH is her domain and WE are but travelers learning how POWER corrupts or beautifies our world.     

“EARTH… SHOOTING OFF?”

_done_0415npoledebris_900I was out walking this morning and saw a snake in the grass… OOPS that reference to politicians just slipped out…

As I was saying: I was out walking this morning—there really was a snake—and the thought crossed my mind how earth’s gravity keeps me from shooting off: who knows where to? This thought led to the question: “What does the name EARTH mean?” You know the one that keeps us all grounded.

EARTH has different names; however a common thread in all languages was derived from the same meaning in their origins: ground or soil.

Genesis 1:1 as a statement that the cosmos had an absolute beginning (In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth…)

Earth is the only planet in the Solar System with plate tectonics and consists of land, air, water and life.

Maybe walking isn’t good for my health after all? Oh Earth still grounds me—but to what?

We the People are living through a large-scale shooting off and none of us know where to.

“EARTH & TOMORROW”

Us, you know the ones, We the People. Are we courageous enough to consider, let alone watch, the devastation that is our world? Damage caused by Mother Nature; Human Nature; Human Governments; Human Intolerance; Human Indifference, and Human Lack of Knowledge.

Regardless of the reason(s), We the People are on this Earth together—what happens to my sisters and brothers happens to me. Maybe not right now and maybe not tomorrow; but, I fool myself not… It is constructing!

Chaos and instability and hatred and prejudice and power-hunger eat away at the core that is Mankind’s Humanity. Earth, being a living thing, surely must notice. Tomorrow… Well that is never guaranteed.

A HAWK SOARS…

Today I saw a Hawk soar above the acres of brown and green fields near my home. I knew his mission: breakfast. Yet the way in which he floated on air currents and flapped when he needed to turn and dove when he saw his prey… Well, that was just pure symmetry in motion. It got me to thinking that if I could fly like a Hawk might I see our troubled earth in a different way?

Approximating: Like the Hawk, we should each look pointedly at our changing world!

  • Would those homes I fly over with foreclosure signs in yards matter less? Or might their desertedness beg the question: Who turned their face while the laughter echoed and kept it turned when the eviction notices arrived?
  • Soaring will I see those who knew they could lose their life but still gathered by the thousands to reject the past in the world of our Arab sisters and brothers. If I dove nearer would I detect any change?
  • I love to rest high above the ground, sometimes in Rosewood trees. I heard the music in its branches long before the wood was honed and formed into guitars. Why, I wonder, is Rosewood so controversial at a time when we most require music to reach our worried souls?
  • I don’t share my meal with other hawks until I’m full or when I have babies. When I swoop down I see this is true below.
  • I smell odors in the sky above Japan that weren’t there before. Other hawks plummet to the ground and lie in the debris. Yet, the Japanese people still toil to build a new life for themselves and the Hawks.
  • We hawks like it that rats and pestilence invade below; providing more variety to feast on or complain about.
  • As I sit atop power poles, I pivot my head to see what is coming and what is no longer there.
  • My wings sense the changing seasons and I know I must store up my strength for what is yet to come.
  • Life and death play out below me and I’m glad my days are only about survival. I’ve never been close enough to the ground to see if it is so for others.