Hello lovely people!
This is a reminder that on Monday, 21st June, Summer Solstice, and of course it is the longest day.
Not only is it a time of heightened spiritual energy, but many groups, all over the world, including the Native American Indians, hold the day as a special time for praying for peace..... not only for their own nation but for the planet, and the people of the world.
I shall be at the Essene gathering where we shall be holding special Solstice prayers in the evening of the 21st, and honouring the four directions, the Heavenly Father and Earthly Mother, and praying for peace on Earth. Especially for a speedy solution to the enormous polution of the ocean.
We will be chanting the Aramaic of the Lords Prayer (translation of the original version of the Peshitta by Neil Douglas Klotz):
Abwoon d'bashmaya.
(O birther! Father-Mother of the Cosmos. You create all that moves in Light.)
Netqaddash Shmakh
(Focus your Light within us - make it useful as the rays of a beacon show the way.)
Teete Malkutakh.
(Create your reign of unity now through our fiery hearts and willing hands.)
Nehvwey Tzevannach aykanna d'bashmaya aph b'arha.
(Your one desire then acts with ours, as in the Light, so in all forms.)
Havlan Iahma d'sunqanan yaomana
(Grant what we need each day, bread and insight.)
Washbwoqlan haubvayn wahtahyn aykana daph hnan shbviqan l'hayyabayn.
(Loose the chords of mistakes binding us, as we release the strands we hold of each other's guilt.)
Wela tehlan le'ynesuna
(Don't let surface thnigs delude us)
Metul dilakhie malkuta wahayla wateshbuhta l'ahlamalmin.
(From you is born all ruling will, the power and the life to do, the song that beautifies all, from age to age it renews.)
Ameyn. (Truly power to these statements. May they be the source from which all our actions grow.Sealed in trust and faith. Amen)
Then four lines of an old American Indian prayer at the start of more prayers. It is very simple, if you would like to join us by saying this first and then making your own petition to God and the angels for world peace........ that would be wonderful! :
Ancient Mother I feel you calling
Ancient Mother I hear your sound
Ancient Mother I see your laughter
Ancient Mother I taste your tears
Perhaps you might also like to stop whatever you are doing at noon, and join me with the Essene gathering in the noon contemplation of:
" Peace, peace, peace. Angel of Peace, be always everywhere"
Whatever you choose to do, even if only lighting a candle, with our group intention and solidarity of focus and energy I know that we can all help to bring more even light and love into the world around us.
Thank you, each of you, for being part of my world.
Love and blessings in abundance,
Chrissie
Sunday 20 June 2010
Friday 4 June 2010
June is busting out all over
Where have the last couple of months gone?
Well I suppose if I was totally organised, had all my work fully notarized properly and kept my paperwork up to date I would be able to look through at a mere flip and explain to myself how more than 10 weeks can seemingly whizz by. But I'm not, and I don't and so I have to search my poor brain to remember the details. An accountant's worst nightmare ... Let's see now...
Over the last several Weeks I have literally been from one end of the country to the other. I drove to Edinburgh for a super Body & Soul event and then on to Glasgow in Scotland to catch up with friends (you can't possibly drive all that way and not call in can you?) , via the west coast of Lancashire to take in the Morecambe Bay view and on to the Lake District visiting my father and fitting in a little business en route. Yes that was quite a busy weekend.
Thank goodness for the peace and tranquility of the Irish Essene retreat in Maynooth which I so enjoy (even though I am also facilitating, and teaching at the same time). At the end of the retreat, on the Monday, we drove from County Kildare to County Carlow in southern Ireland where I did an evening talk and delighted in the chance to meet wonderful new people, especially two younger members of the group who can see angels everywhere (absolute magic). The people of Ireland always inject a renewed sense of joy and enchantment. I love their enthusiasm, their folklore, and their faery rings. (My house is named Hawthorns, and there were none when we moved in. Having now learned that these are the faery trees I'm intrigued that we were intuitively guided to plant them all around our garden perimeter.)
My reflections and memories of that trip were enhanced by travelling by ferry and train (thanks to the volcanic ash cloud) which provided the opportunity of simply sitting for a while, enjoying the views, especially the amazing scenery of North Wales. (Oh yes, and then I discovered with delight that Virgin trains have plug sockets and wifi.... so I was able to get on with some emailing and written work too!... I might have been tempted to stare out of the window all the way back to London).
Somewhere in the middle of all the planning and working my husband dragged me away ~ kicking and screaming of course ~ to take our annual week on the canals. This time we explored the Grand Union canal in the Midlands for a week, cruising along at about 3 miles an hour by narrow boat.
Aha, I hear you mutter, a rest from all the work and travelling?
No... just a compromise with Brian who believed that the serenity of the canals was just what I needed for a few hours a day to catch up on my writing, and as I settled to write a few chapters on my new book of angel stories we discovered we had unwittingly taken a leg of the canal with seventeen locks.
Now, those of you who've experienced canals will understand. One of you must remain on board as captain of the ship ( naturally the one wearing the cap) and the other has to leap off and open the locks. I forgot my cap. Lock opening seems to be very good exercise, and what a surprise.. .. seemingly only enjoyed by all the female members of the canal boating fraternity! I have since suggested that Brian now grows a beard. If he's going to play at Captain Birdseye he might as well look the part.
Last weekend was a Bank Holiday, so I did agree to take time out to visit Cornwall and see Brian's eldest daughter at university in Falmouth. Taking in a trip to Penzance and Land's End, we also toured the Mount of St Michael. The church is called St Michael and all the angels. The energy within the church, right there on top of the rock where the Michael-Mary ley line starts its journey through Britain... is phenomenal. Beautiful. Tangible. Moving.
Of course Cornwall to north Essex is rather a long drive, but it was certainly worth it and we were blessed with glorious sunshine for a journey home through the west country. What a beautiful island this is!
It has been an amazing couple of months. Truly. The angels are always with me. If ever I doubt that I shall remember the visions of angels described by the beautiful young girl in Ireland who sat and watched the angel enfold me as I was speaking and leading the guided visualisations.
If ever I withdraw into outdated insecurities I remind myself that I am always met and supported by hospitable and welcoming friends all the way. Challenges widen my experience and understanding and even bigger snags (such as arriving in Dublin at a different port without the roaming facility on my mobile phone, so completely unable to contact friends waiting at the other port) are peppered into my life to teach me patience, organisation and communication skills .
I continually remind myself how blessed I am to have found my purpose in service and to be enjoying my life.... I think perhaps all I just need a little tweaking here and there, particularly on the time management skills.
Have a wonderful June. As the robin sits at the top of the pine tree in my garden (just outside my office door) he sings with all his might. It's going to be a great Summer.
Love in abundance,
Chrissie
Well I suppose if I was totally organised, had all my work fully notarized properly and kept my paperwork up to date I would be able to look through at a mere flip and explain to myself how more than 10 weeks can seemingly whizz by. But I'm not, and I don't and so I have to search my poor brain to remember the details. An accountant's worst nightmare ... Let's see now...
Over the last several Weeks I have literally been from one end of the country to the other. I drove to Edinburgh for a super Body & Soul event and then on to Glasgow in Scotland to catch up with friends (you can't possibly drive all that way and not call in can you?) , via the west coast of Lancashire to take in the Morecambe Bay view and on to the Lake District visiting my father and fitting in a little business en route. Yes that was quite a busy weekend.
Thank goodness for the peace and tranquility of the Irish Essene retreat in Maynooth which I so enjoy (even though I am also facilitating, and teaching at the same time). At the end of the retreat, on the Monday, we drove from County Kildare to County Carlow in southern Ireland where I did an evening talk and delighted in the chance to meet wonderful new people, especially two younger members of the group who can see angels everywhere (absolute magic). The people of Ireland always inject a renewed sense of joy and enchantment. I love their enthusiasm, their folklore, and their faery rings. (My house is named Hawthorns, and there were none when we moved in. Having now learned that these are the faery trees I'm intrigued that we were intuitively guided to plant them all around our garden perimeter.)
My reflections and memories of that trip were enhanced by travelling by ferry and train (thanks to the volcanic ash cloud) which provided the opportunity of simply sitting for a while, enjoying the views, especially the amazing scenery of North Wales. (Oh yes, and then I discovered with delight that Virgin trains have plug sockets and wifi.... so I was able to get on with some emailing and written work too!... I might have been tempted to stare out of the window all the way back to London).
Somewhere in the middle of all the planning and working my husband dragged me away ~ kicking and screaming of course ~ to take our annual week on the canals. This time we explored the Grand Union canal in the Midlands for a week, cruising along at about 3 miles an hour by narrow boat.
Aha, I hear you mutter, a rest from all the work and travelling?
No... just a compromise with Brian who believed that the serenity of the canals was just what I needed for a few hours a day to catch up on my writing, and as I settled to write a few chapters on my new book of angel stories we discovered we had unwittingly taken a leg of the canal with seventeen locks.
Now, those of you who've experienced canals will understand. One of you must remain on board as captain of the ship ( naturally the one wearing the cap) and the other has to leap off and open the locks. I forgot my cap. Lock opening seems to be very good exercise, and what a surprise.. .. seemingly only enjoyed by all the female members of the canal boating fraternity! I have since suggested that Brian now grows a beard. If he's going to play at Captain Birdseye he might as well look the part.
Last weekend was a Bank Holiday, so I did agree to take time out to visit Cornwall and see Brian's eldest daughter at university in Falmouth. Taking in a trip to Penzance and Land's End, we also toured the Mount of St Michael. The church is called St Michael and all the angels. The energy within the church, right there on top of the rock where the Michael-Mary ley line starts its journey through Britain... is phenomenal. Beautiful. Tangible. Moving.
Of course Cornwall to north Essex is rather a long drive, but it was certainly worth it and we were blessed with glorious sunshine for a journey home through the west country. What a beautiful island this is!
It has been an amazing couple of months. Truly. The angels are always with me. If ever I doubt that I shall remember the visions of angels described by the beautiful young girl in Ireland who sat and watched the angel enfold me as I was speaking and leading the guided visualisations.
If ever I withdraw into outdated insecurities I remind myself that I am always met and supported by hospitable and welcoming friends all the way. Challenges widen my experience and understanding and even bigger snags (such as arriving in Dublin at a different port without the roaming facility on my mobile phone, so completely unable to contact friends waiting at the other port) are peppered into my life to teach me patience, organisation and communication skills .
I continually remind myself how blessed I am to have found my purpose in service and to be enjoying my life.... I think perhaps all I just need a little tweaking here and there, particularly on the time management skills.
Have a wonderful June. As the robin sits at the top of the pine tree in my garden (just outside my office door) he sings with all his might. It's going to be a great Summer.
Love in abundance,
Chrissie
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