This touched my heart..I share with you

On many a morning such as this, I awaken with an inspiration for a prayer and then sure enough I see blogs/bulletins and messages about the same topic. Its beautiful how interconnected we all are...

Yesterday morning I awoke to a bulletin written by a scientist who designs warfare. It was a doom and gloom letter about the impending war with Iran, Lebanon and Russia and the ensuing repercussions on America and Israel. My mind became filled with terrifying images and I was overcome with grief. Recently, I have also witnessed photos of children in Iraq, with limbs torn off, lying dead in a grieving parent’s arms...

I posted a blog yesterday that was written by a friend about one of the presidential candidates. Though this is a prayer circle and I want to keep the focus on prayer, I also feel that we are at a critical juncture in history and that we must WAKE UP to the fact that WAR does NOT work...

When will we learn that War is NOT the answer? It never was and it never will be. I grew up with a father who was a fighter pilot in the 2nd world war. He was 18 years older than my mother, a dashing charismatic man with an enormous heart and temper. He fluctuated strongly between the extremes of tender mercy and violent outrage. The war had left an indelible scar on his mind, body and character. Volumes could be written about my father, who died when I was 20...

Suffice to say, one of his favorite adages was, “Live by the sword, die by the sword.” Buried beneath the coiled pain of my father’s life experiences, was a shining golden essence, a purity and sweetness that I loved. But the years of fighting, killing, and watching his friend’s die at the hands of the “enemy”, left indelible scars on my father. He lived with an anger and an outrage every day. Sometimes it seemed justified, like when it was directed towards saving the trees from being cut down through urban development. At other times, his pain raged and roared like a wounded lion, at anything and everything. It screamed, “leave me alone, but don’t leave me!”..

My father died by the proverbial sword. He showed me that as we live, we die...

So while I am not here to sway you one way or the other, about the presidential choice, I am asking you to go deep within your heart and uncover the jewel of peace. Become respondant, not reactive. Drop the sword of anger. Negotiate...Listen to your heart...and to each other... Walk with your angels, love the earth and love one another...

For in truth, our LIGHT is our greatest protection....

My father’s spirit is now free and I feel his golden essence with me always. Its taken more than half my life to forgive him of everything, but I’m getting there. My father was an artist and a poet. Wild bunnies would nestle in his arms. He loved the American Indian. He protected the innocence of children. He valued speaking the truth. He loved the Divine Mother. He always believed my “visionary” stories...

He would often say, “My heart soars like a hawk”...and so it does dear father, and so it does...

Thank you and a blessing to ALL,

Love Gigi