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Michael Mohoric (Qigong master) is giving a free energy healing on Saturday juli 13,2013.
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Alexandra
EXPRESSION OF RAY CRYSTAL RAINBOW
DEAR CHILDREN OF THE STARS I AM MOTHER-MARY.
WANTED KNOW SEEDS OF STARS, THE CHILDREN OF THE WORLD THE LUX NEW TIMES IN THIS MOMENT who enter BE DAYS OF NEW ENERGIES AND TRANSITION TO STOP ALL OF YOU ARRIVE AND UNDERSTANDING OF LOTUS OPENING THE SACRED HEART OF MAYA and leave ILLUSIONS OF YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS BRINGING AN NEW CONSCIOUSNESS AWAKENING OF FOURTH DIMENSION AND PEOPLE YOU ALL SO WITH THE ENERGIES THAT TRAZEMA PURITY ALL MINDS. IS THE MOMENT OF PEOPLE IN TRANSITION OF GAIA MOTHER EARTH IN PROGRESS, IN WHICH RECEIVE THE PEARLS OF KUAN YN, by opening HANDS FOR HIGH YOU WILL RECEIVE THE ESSENCE OF PEARLS OF KUAN YN, RAY OF NÁCAR. RAY NÁCAR THAT BY TAKING contact with you, lets ESTERIORIZAR FLOURISH THE BODY OF LUX, VEHICLE TRANSITION THAT WILL SAFELY IN ALL YOUR JOURNEY EVOLUTIVA.CADA A WAY TO YOUR MASTERY WITH YOUR BREATH, BECAUSE IT IS IN THE ARMY BREATH THAT WILL GET THE PRANA THE DRIVER OF SUBTLE TONUS VITAL THAT FEEDS THE COSMIC MIND AND SOUL OF ALL OSSERES, CREATED ALL PLANES OF EXPRESSION, AND RELAX RESPRE SEVERAL TIMES AND DEEP INSIDE CALL The Master Kuan YN ASK HER A PEARL RAY NÁCAR THAT AS YOUR BALANCE AND DESERVE YOUR PEARL BE PLACED IN YOUR HAND AND INSIDE blossom into a flower A LOTUS IU RISA ONE THAT TO OPEN AND exteriorize BE IN YOUR ABILITY TO CREATE REALITY AND FEEL TO BE MET YOUR CAPACITY TO GENERATE A SENSE OF REALITY emanate TRUE UNIVERSAL LOVE. You HELD AN ANCHORAGE WITH RUBY RAY GOLDEN MASTER OF NOTHING AND MASTER JESUS RAY descended FONT CREATOR OF CONTACT WITH YOUR SOUL STAR CHAKRA, THAT IS FOR A SPAN OF YOUR HEAD TO OPEN THIS CHAKRA OF A GOLDEN LOTUS DE LUX APARTIR THE CENTER OF WHICH download a NEW RAY IN VERTICAL TO CONNECT WITH YOUR CROWN CHAKRA IN AGAIN BREATHE meditate concentrate on COURAGE OF RUBY RAY GOLDEN WITH THE CENTER OF THE MOTHER EARTH GAIA. THIS ANCHORAGE house a NEW CENTRE IN A FLOWER IN YOUR CHAKRA CONTINUES EXPANSION OF PEOPLE AND LOVE. BREATHE SEEKING CONTACT WITH YOUR SELF AND RUBY-RAY GOLDEN descend THE SILVER CORD TO MEET YOUR SIXTH CHAKRA AND FEEL GREATLY AS OPENING A NEW WAY IN YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS THE WAY OF YOUR NEW WAY IN YOUR WAY OF YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS HIGHER CONSCIOUSNESS. CONTINUE WITH A BREATH Paced AGAIN AND FEEL AS LUX DOWN UNTIL THE THROAT CHAKRA, FORMING SO BREATHS WITH DIFFERENT, INTERIOR OF THE LOTUS COSNCIENCIA, WISDOM AND LIGHTING WITH BASE-RAY GOLDEN YELLOW MASTER CONFUCIUS, with hints reddish VOS MAKING LUX. AND SO TAKE A BREATH WITH LUX Paced seven chakras BY CHAKRA TO THE STAR OF GAIA AND ENERGY TO HIS descend CORE RIVER CRYSTAL RAINBOW IRIRS THAT WILL ALLOW THEM TO COMPLETE YOUR MEMORY IN CRYSTAL EQUILIBRIUM IN EACH OF ITS ITS LOTUS CHACRAS TURNING YOU DIRECTLY TO KNIT CRYSTAL GAIA INVOLVING THE MOTHER-EARTH. RAY LUX THIS WILL RISE FROM THE CENTER OF THE EARTH MAKING CONTACT WITH CHAKRA STAR CHAKRA GAIA.O THIS THAT THIS FOR A SPAN OF SOLE OF YOUR FUND PES BREATHING YOU FEEL AS IF FORM A SET OF CRYSTALS INSIDE THE LOTUS AS OPENING IN EACH OF ITS CHACRAS, CRYSTALLINE RAYS TO RECEIVE THE CENTER OF THE EARTH, AS DUST OF STARS IN THE CENTER OF FLOWERS Budding DUST POLLEN IN SPIRAL MAKES MORE SHINE YOUR CENTERS INTENSELY ENERGÉTICOS.DESDE THE STAR OF GAIA ATE THE CROWN CHAKRA IN TRANSITION, THIS TIME FUND BREATHE, FEEL THE ENERGY OF PRANA ABORSORVIDO, VISUALIZE-RAY ENERGY GOLD RUBY-HE HOLDS A gorgeous BALL THAT INVOLVED-RAY CRYSTAL-RAINBOW, LIGHTS auric field GRADUALLY The COMPLETING ENERGY CRYSTAL. AT THE TIME OF TRANSITION AND THE DAYS THAT ARE succeed MAXIMUM GROWTH FOR THEIR BODIES AND PHYSICAL ENERGY, ENERGY AND SO HELP to condense and consolidate EMO ENERGIES OF THE NEW ERA THAT DISPONTA FOR ALL FOR ALL HUMAN RACE. Do not be afraid, EVERYTHING IS IN ORDER, ALL BEING IN ACCORDANCE WITH THE PROCESSING POWER SOURCE CREATIVITY AND EVERYTHING YOU NEED WILL ARRIVE IN TIME WITHOUT PROBLEM. You are so LOVED. THAT HUMANITY CAN LIVE IN LUX ... MOTHER MARY IS THAT IT BE SO. NAMASTE
CIRCLE OF HEALING IN THE TEMPLE OF MERCY
Welcome, dear friends, as we join together as one to share our light and our love with everyone. Our communication this week extends the Temple of Mercy on the inner planes of the Creator's universe. The Temple of Mercy is especially sacred ashram was reinstated to assist souls to accept and get used to the Eternal Wave of Transformational Love is flowing continuously and earth to ensure that the powerful heart of the Creator anchor on Earth in preparation for in 2012. The energy of 2009 is the Eternal Wave of Transformational Love, is an energy that must be integrated into your being, body, mind and soul to allow them to move with greater ease in achieving the goals of your soul on earth. The Temple of Mercy, which was reopened on 29 October 2008, to assist souls in transitions and energy flows that anchor on Earth, is now a popular place of meeting on the inner planes for the souls on earth in physical bodies and those the Creator's universe. As we gather today not only want to remind you of the wonderful energies and possibilities of the Temple of Mercy, but we also want to assist them in a deep healing process that will concentrate mainly on remove and dissolve the fear. The anchoring of love has caused trauma and confusion for some, but now we hope to help banish all negative influences unnecessary to assist them in opening up to the truth, for love and abundance of the Creator. We hope that you will accept our efforts and our healing energies, while the share with you now.
We are a gathering of Lightworkers We maintain an abundance of love in our souls. This energy intensely loving high vibrational expands our souls and our circle. We are keeping the energy of love from the heart of the Creator in our circle, so that you can experience this sacred energy, cleansing and supportive.
We are in the Great Hall of the Temple of Mercy, it is similar to the older buildings in the style of the cathedral and is wonderfully decorated and was built of pure white light. Polished floors, stone walls and windows in profusion, are glimpsed with pure white light. The crystals are placed to emanate vibrancy, color and quality of light the most appropriate Creator. They glow softly, so that those who visit can stand beside large crystals of countless shapes and sizes, accepting the loving energy and excitement as food for the soul.
We wish now that we know. We are a group of seven and we formed a circle of light that is waiting for you so they experience. We are Archangel Michael, Lady Nada, Sai Baba Avatar, Lady Amora, Master El Morya, Lord Melchizedek and Mahachohan Saint Germain. Together, we are anchoring the feminine and masculine energies, the energies of the ascended masters and the angelic energies, the energies of the will and the heart, the soul of the Creator, the purity level of planetary and cosmic level as one in our intense source of light. It is a synthesis of energy, light, love and wisdom that powerfully remove fear, doubt and uncertainty, so that you can accept the heart and mind of the Creator in his soul, in order to intensify the presence, expandability and the influence of your soul in your physical reality on Earth. Our associated energy creates a wonderful healing potion for you to drink as food for your soul and lift your energy vibration. Numerous colors, energy, qualities and vibrations exist in our light. When you enter the core of our creation will attract to you the most appropriate energies to assist in the advancement of his soul. It is also a place where you can also be with our energies, allowing the influence of your soul and intensify the presence of the Creator bring tranquility, peace and clarity.
Before that we invite to experience our
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enerrgias, we wish to explain in greater depth the meaning and purpose of our healing light, which is brought to them in time of divine Creator. The energy created change on Earth. It is as if many wounds were open and they were preserved and not completely healed. The stagnant energy stored within these wounds, is now flowing into the atmosphere. It's as if all the many concerns and doubts created in the minds of humanity, for the money, disease, poverty, war and pain, were now manifesting. It's as if the Earth and humanity were clarifying all the toxins, to become purified and healed again, which will allow the reality of love, anchor. Naturally, the process of releasing and interact with these energies, negative thoughts and emotions expressed, can cause a lot of stress and pain, but we hope to help all of you stay connected to the energy of his soul, realizing that truly you are a being of love . You do not have to accept the negative influences of others, but can express your love and positive energy in everything we do, allowing them to only experience love, accepting that the energies may disintegrate, but they allow them to accept the new higher vibrations that are coming into your soul and your reality. Remember that you choose the reality we wish to live. Let your choice of reality is constantly focused on love, bliss and peace. Allow yourself to accept our healing energy, although this only allows them to digress for a moment of your reality and focus on your being, bringing peace, harmony and well-being of its existence.
If you wish to experience our healing energy within the Temple of Mercy, simply state this invocation:
"I now invoke my personal angels to surround me in a protective bubble of light and ask them to ensure my protection at all times and assist me in becoming aware, receptive and sensitive to the healing energy that I am about the experience. "
Imagine your personal angels surrounding you in a bubble of light involving their aura. Allow feel, understand or be aware of the color of light that surrounds them. Imagine a pure white light descending like a big, shiny cylinder around your body and your aura. You can feel the pulsing white light into your aura, raising your energy vibration, preparing them for their visit to the Temple of Mercy.
"My beloved angelic guides, I ask you to carry me safely to the Temple of Mercy. Wish I visit the Great Hall in the Temple of Mercy, where healing is being offered by many beings of light. Thank you."
Allow the white light deep into every aspect of your being and your mind. So, allow yourself to become aware of their environment. You are created at the edge of the circle to cure. Take a moment to recognize their environment. While they are positioned outside the circle, you can see the Archangel Michael to your right and your left Lady Nada.
"I honor them and thank them for allowing me to experience this healing bath to remove fear, doubt and negativity. I'm ready to get into the healing circle to accept the love and light that expand from their souls. So be it . "
Archangel Michael and Lady Nada turn in front of you, creating an entry for you in the circle. You can see that a large ball or light source is inside the circle. When you are ready, go ahead and walk to the center of the circle, getting comfortable while choosing a comfortable position. Take a few deep breaths. Allow yourself to relax and accept the light where you are now. She is healing, nourishing, purifying and elevating. Focus on light and be aware of how it influences and affects your being. You should feel a great sense of peace and focus absolutely clear that allows them to connect with the beings of light, creating the circle of light, allowing the energy of your soul shine gracefully from within your being.
Affirm: "I accept that the driving energy of light, healing, elevation, and purification, flow continuously for me of Archangel Michael, Lady Nada, Sai Baba's Avatar, Lady Amora, the Master El Morya, Lord of Melchizedek and Mahachohan Saint Germain.
As stated earlier, you will receive the energy, colors and qualities that are most needed in your life now. Be aware of them, accept them, but if grant time to contemplate the energies, enabling them to understand the energies that are needed to be integrated into your soul and your reality now. The light that you receive will help you understand more about your soul, your purpose and evolution on Earth. This is an extraordinary process of healing for you, allowing them to accept and work with the beings of light present.
Remain within this light by the time they want or feel is appropriate. When you are ready to return to their reality, ask your mind, your body and your soul, to retain the light that you are experiencing now. You can claim your angelic guides to transport them back to their reality. Then, simply become aware of your environment. To complete the meditation, you may want to share the energy they received, with Mother Earth, imagining a light stick, stretching his soul to the area of your chest, down your spine and the center of the Earth, merging in the soul of Mother Earth.
We hope to make use of this great operation healing that we are putting into the process, to allow all of humanity begins to undo the negativity and awaken to the Creator's light.
Many blessings and much love to be shared with you now,
Archangel Michael, Lady Nada, Sai Baba Avatar, Lady Amora, Master El Morya, Lord Melchizedek and Mahachohan Saint Germain
Translation: Regina Drumond
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SaLuSa - 05:07:2013
Posted by Luisa Vasconcellos on July 5, 2013 at 21:07
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SaLuSa 07/05/2013
1.Please be aware of the new changes coming to your world, they have been hidden from your sight because of the dark Ones realize the game to govern yourselves and had deliberately as your support, had enough power to keep it for so long. Now they understand that your time is up and all that left is just a shadow of its former power and are no longer able to interfere with our plans to gather in clusters. Although it required a certain "time" that there will be any changes, it is time, here and now, take your power and make them happen. Do not doubt yourself because they are getting more powerful every day and every minute that passes. "Time," as you know, is also changing due to your perceptions and visions higher, and the days are getting so short that possibly can not do half of what they did previously. It's another sign that are changing and it is no longer so important to do all the tasks that were for one day. In the near future, will have "all the time in the world" for themselves and still have "time" enough to do all that is necessary. Do not forget to enjoy some of that "time" to have quiet moments, which are very important to keep you in balance.
2. The 4th of July is a very important date in your history and feel that they are just now, waiting for a lot of things happen. As the Founding Fathers created the basic principles with the Constitution, are now emerging new leaders to help the creation of the New Age in your beloved Mother Earth. Were carefully chosen, are aware of what is expected of them and bring loving vibrations with interest purest help you to the state of existence where they were before the fall of Atlantis. They feel privileged and grateful to be of help, just like you, lightworkers, knowing that they have the ability to do it and to be of vital assistance in the evolution of mankind.
3. Some still feel possessed by an ancient sadness or a subject that continues to lower their vibrations. May have been hidden, literally, for thousands of years within your unconscious and now, they are getting much stronger and more powerful, asks to be released and healed. Understand how to rid themselves of other uncomfortable subjects and also let those old break. It's just a matter of accepting that all they did was the necessary experience needed to evolve. Now that you understand the power of forgiveness, should be much easier to deal with because they would not come to be cleaned if you were not prepared or were not able to process them. Feel love for yourself and not let doubt come into your mind - when you feel the love to flow always in your heart, nothing can stop you to rise up higher, if that is your desire.
4. I am SaLuSa from Sirius, and, please, feel comfort in the days to come, it will be full of changes as expected and you will be asked to spread the knowledge and thoughts of peace for all who need them. Feel the joy of being able to help others in this way and be able to share your love, light and beautiful, wherever you go and remember they do not need, for any reason, to return to the old ways of behavior, because this is the way that chose to go. We are always with you and we send all our love.
Channel: Madad
Webpage: SaLuSa in Love and Light
Available in 21 languages
Translator: Maria Luisa Vasconcellos
Email: luisavasconcellos2012@gmail.com
Changes Happening / changes to happen:
- NY Times: Terrorist Plots, Hatched by the FBI / terrorist attacks planned by the FBI
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/04/29/opinion/sunday/terrorist-plots-helped-along-by-the-fbi.html?_r=0
- U.S. explodes with 100 anti-protests NSA / explode caretaking The U.S. protests anti-NSA 100
http://12160.info/page/us-explodes-with-100-anti-nsa-protests
- New Finance System? Prepare the BRICS a new silver standard? / A New Financial System? The BRICS are preparing yourself for a monetary standard silver?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j29gciM9vPo
32000 Year Old Alien City Found In India Dwarka
Dwarka, India - 12,000 Year Old City of Lord Krishna Found (Full)
Mysteries of Modern Asia: Lord Krishna's Lost City of Dwarka Found under Water
Uploaded on 31 May 2010
A TLC series segment chronicling the discovery of what was thought to be the Hindu god Krishna's mythical underwater city, Dwarka. Written, Produced and Directed by Virginia Williams. (2001) *Best Documentary, TV Asia Awards 2002.
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About Dwarka
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dwarka
New Underwater Finds in Sri Krishna's City
http://s8int.com/water25.html
Dwaraka: The eternal city
http://www.hvk.org/articles/1205/16.html
The Lost City of Dwarka
http://www.epicindia.com/magazine/Cul...
Article on Dwarka and Shri Krishna
http://www.newstodaynet.com/col.php?s...
Another Article
http://www.hinduwisdom.info/Dwaraka.htm
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Dwaraka, the lost city, which is mentioned in the Mahabharata as being gradually submerged into the ocean, was recently found in the Arabian Sea off the coast of Gujarat, and dated at 3000-1500 BCE. This confirms both the antiquity of the Mahabharata and Ramayana, as well as the historical truth of the works. After end of Krishna's Avatar on the earth the powerful dark-bodied Kali Age descended.
The oceans rose and submerged the whole of Dwaraka." According to Vishnu Purana - Dwaraka was submerged by the sea right after the Lord Krishna's Avatar. In the early eighties an important archaeological site was found in India, at Dwaraka, the site of the legendary city of Lord Krishna. Now, it is discovered that the whole coast of western India sank by nearly 40 feet around 1500 BCE.
(Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it. --Haruki Murakami)
The Night I Died
--by Tracy Cochran, Parabola, Jun 21, 2013
I wondered what I was doing in this godforsaken place, when exactly I had become so insubstantial, agreeing to go out to the store alone at ten, agreeing to do all kinds of things I didn’t really want to do. I shivered a little with self-pity.
Manhattan in the 1980s was a gritty place. I used to think of it as having a dark glamour but no more. A few years before, I had come to Manhattan like someone drawing close to a fire. I wanted to be warmed, enlightened.
But nothing turned out the way I hoped, not love, not work, not life. I pictured myself a waif huddling along in a bleak neighborhood, bringing her own pasta to dinner. The image was so pathetic that I savored it, a fragment of a modern Dickens tale.
I was passing an empty parking lot on West 35th Street near Tenth Avenue when three men rushed out at me from the shadows of a gutted tenement across the street. I heard them before I saw them, pounding toward me, whipping past me, stopping and wheeling around, taking up stations around me, as purposeful and practiced as football players,
or predators.
For a few moments, we stood and stared at each other. Incredibly, I was gripped by an impulse to smile and make eye contact, to diffuse the situation by establishing that we were all fellow human beings, even potentially friends. They were not interested in making friends.
They were pumped up, panting, panicking. Two looked like lanky teenagers, wraith-like in dark hooded sweatshirts, eyes glazed with fear. The third was older and much bigger. A faded green sweatshirt stretched taut across his chest. His wrists dangled out of the sleeves, as if he was wearing someone else’s clothes, and maybe he was because the next day there were reports in the papers of escaped convicts in the area. His broad face was grim.
Darting behind me, he jerked his arm tight across my throat. I felt his chest heave and heard the rasping of his breath. Staring up at the side of his face, I saw a long shiny scar. It was strange to be pulled so close to someone intent on harming me, but even stranger was the sudden pang of compassion I felt for him, for the wounding that had made the scar, for the suffering he must feel to be doing this.
It was the strangest thing. Brain studies show that the readiness of the body to move precedes our awareness
of being willing and intending to move, that everything that happens is dependent on thousands—millions—of conditions and turnings of little wheels that take place below our ordinary limited level of consciousness. But the burst of compassion I felt didn’t feel like an unconsciously conditioned response, like the impulse to smile at my muggers—like almost everything I found myself doing. It was as if another, higher consciousness was descending into my consciousness.
I read a story about how no animals were found among the dead after a tsunami; sensing the infinitesimal vibration of what was coming, they headed for higher ground. Even before I could grasp what was happening, it was as if the animal of my body and my physical brain was heading for higher ground, opening to receive help from above. Even before I glimpsed the light, my heart was opening to a kind of feeling that cannot be created or destroyed by anyone, only received.
“Money!” His voice was a rasp. His massive arm was pressing down on nerves that made it impossible for me to move my arm to reach the money in my front pocket, and I couldn’t talk to tell him this. “Money now!” He pulled his grip tighter. My vision started going black around the edges. I remember thinking the situation was absurd. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t tell him that I needed to be released to reach my money.
But I also glimpsed the larger absurdity of the larger situation: I was a young woman alone at night on a deserted side street in Hell’s Kitchen, drifting along thinking about what she liked and didn’t like about her life, what she judged to be good and bad, dreaming that she was in control of what happened, all the while oblivious to reality. “When a man knows he is to be hanged in a fortnight, it concentrates his mind wonderfully,” wrote Samuel Johnson. Mind suddenly terribly concentrated, I saw I was in real trouble.
My brain started working faster than it had ever worked, calculating the size and strength of my attacker, the agility of two young men guarding me, my own capacities and the probability of this or that happening if I did this
or that. My brain calculated and recalculated every aspect of the situation I was in until it concluded there could be no escape, no movie-like scene of flipping my attacker with deadly martial arts skills, throwing him into his assistants and running away. The reality I confronted was inconceivable, unworkable. My brain crashed, the screen went white. I surrendered.
It was then that I saw the light, just a glow at first but growing brighter until it became dazzling, welling up in the darkness to fill my whole body and mind. As it grew, this light gained a force and direction—an authority unknown to me. I remember marveling at the building intensity and intention, wondering where it had come from, not just low down in my body but from unseen depths—and then it became a column of brilliant white light that shot out of the top of my head, arcing high into the night sky.
A Tibetan Buddhist I met who read an earlier account of what happened to me that night told me it reminded her of a Vajrayana Buddhist practice called phowa. I also learned that Vajrayana means “diamond” or “thunderbolt” vehicle, which I understood personally because everything about the experience dazzled, was charged with force. Phowa is described as a practice of conscious dying, or transference of consciousness at the time of death, or even a flash of enlightenment without meditation. Tibetan lamas imprisoned by the Chinese were said to be able to leave their bodies this way.
But this—happening to someone who could barely sit still for a twenty minute meditation—didn’t amaze me
as much as what unfolded next. The column of light joined a much greater light that descended to meet it. Behind the abandoned tenements, behind my attackers, behind all the appearances in this world, there was a gorgeous luminosity. It was clear to me that this light was the force that holds up the world, into which all separation dissolves.
I realized that I could see myself and my attacker from behind and above. I watched myself gasping, watched my knees buckling, watched myself sink, watched myself looking up at the light. And then I was embraced by the light.
Science argues that while near-death experiences feel real they are simply fantasies or hallucinations caused by a brain under severe stress, and certainly my brain was under stress that night. A choke hold can kill in twenty to thirty seconds. Someone skilled in martial arts can knock someone out within eight seconds using such a hold, and brain damage can happen after about fifteen seconds because stopping blood flow to and from the brain can lead to brain hemorrhage, and the pressure on the heart can cause it to stop.
But science can’t account for the intimacy—for the extraordinary presence—of the experience. I didn’t just see the light, I was seen by it, and not in part but in whole. I knelt on the sidewalk, looking up at a light that was not separate from wisdom and love, a light that descended to meet me.
Afterwards, I heard the phrases “communion of saints” and “heavenly host” and “vault of heaven” and felt a thrill of recognition—my mind grasped at religious metaphors to describe what I had seen. The light was vast, vaulted, and all around. I sensed the presence of beings, ranks of beings, an ascending multitude, turning, moving, altogether forming a great witnessing conscious¬ness, in every detail and part infinitely finer and higher than my own. There are no words for the majesty and radiance of what I glimpsed and how it made me feel, lifted, seen, accepted into a vast whole.
A particular being drew very close, looking down at me from above with love that had a gravity and grace unlike anything I known. It proceeded to search me, brushing aside everything I thought I knew about myself—my name, my education, all my labels—as if it was not just unimportant but unreal. I once came up with an awkward personal metaphor for the urgency of this part of my experience: fire fighters searching a burning building, shining a light through smoke, looking for signs of life while there was still time. Strangely, I sensed that the urgency and concern weren’t for my physical life.
Finally, the searching stopped. The light came to rest at a particular spot in the center of my chest. It poured through me. I was very still, in thrall, humbled, aware that what was dear and good to this light was not any quality that I knew, but something deep and mute in my being. How long was I held in the grave and loving gaze of this higher being, this angel of awareness? Moments probably, but time meant nothing. I had the sensation that my whole life, lived and as yet unlived, was spread out for examination, that my life was being read like a book, weighed like a stone in the palm of a hand.
I saw that everything counted—or, everything real, every tear, all our suffering. That I didn’t “believe” in
any of this—that I was too cool, too skeptical, too educated to be dazzled by experiences that were clearly, had to be, subjective, that I would never resort to hackneyed religious metaphors, and images like weighing and reading—that also didn’t count. My opinions about what I believed or didn’t believe, what I was capable of or not capable of, were just smoke to be brushed away.
I was lifted up into a field of light and love, flooded with a feeling of liberation, of rejoicing. It was like flying, rising above the clouds into bright sunlight, except that it was more radiant. It was exalted, sublime yet welcoming. Everything I knew fell away, yet I felt completely accepted and acceptable, completely known, completely loved, completely free. There were no words, just experience. Yet ever since, I have wondered if this is what salvation is like, to be lifted
up out of the fog of separation, of sin, of forever missing the mark, and delivered into the whole, into the reality behind the appearances of the world.
It was clear that this radiant light, this loving consciousness, held everything that is. It was the alpha and omega, the particle and wave, the unifying force of the universe, suffusing us, carrying us when we leave this body, accompanying us always and everywhere, appearing in us when we are open to receive.
I knew I wouldn’t stay long in this radiance, in this sublime love and freedom. I was still sinking to my knees on a dirty sidewalk in Hell’s Kitchen, still struggling to breathe. Yet, as strange as it sounds, I wasn’t struggling inside. I was still. It felt as if I was falling to my knees in prayer—surrendering, not to this attack but to something that was infinitely higher. I understood that a life could have a different sense and meaning, that it could be spent seeking, purifying, practicing—I couldn’t find a word that conveyed the glimpse I had better than the words of the prayer, “Thy Kingdom come, Thy Will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven.”
The being who searched me—who saw me inside and outside, past, present, and future, told me without words to relax, the struggle would soon pass, I would not be harmed. I would return. I would go on. The light withdrew.
My attacker loosened his grip just enough to allow me to reach a ten dollar bill in the front pocket of my jeans. I threw the bill on the ground. My attacker jerked his arm off my throat, scooped up the bill, and ran off with the others. I stood up. I had my life back. I stared up at
the night sky, then down at the ripped grocery bag, wondering why the muggers hadn’t taken the cigarettes
and the six-pack of beer.
“Of all the pitfalls in our paths and the tremendous delays and wanderings off the track I want to say that they are not what they seem to be,” writes the artist Agnes Martin. “I want to say that all that seems like fantastic mistakes are not mistakes, all that seems like error is not error; and it all has to be done. That which seems like a false step is
the next step.”
I walked back to my ex-boy friend’s apartment, shaking with sobs. I wasn’t harmed. Settled at the long dining room table in his book-lined loft, tears streaming down, I choked out the story, insisting that I wasn’t harmed. Never mind the weeping, I told him. I was fine, really, perfectly calm at center of the storm, you see. My ex-boyfriend looked miserable. The crying went on and on. He pushed a twenty dollar bill across the table towards me, repaying me for the groceries. I brushed it away and he pushed it back. Just take it.
We aren’t in control in the way we think we are, I told him. Things happen, even terrible things, but they are not what they seem to be. And we aren’t alone. There is a light, a luminosity behind the appearances of this world. There is a luminous, loving intelligence above us, watching over us, caring for us. I knew how this sounded. Religious, mystical, unbelievable. Do you believe me, not about the mugging but about the light? He shook his head no, scowling softly, sorry for me. He just could not.
In the weeks and years that followed, I learned this is how it goes with personal revelation. I was an unreliable narrator, no more so than any other ordinary human, but still very limited, subject to dreams, to the wheels and levers of conditioning. But the experience never grew dim. I told it to people I trusted, or the dying. I told it to my father in his last days, and to another dear old friend near his end. I sure hope you’re right, he said.
What we really have to share is not any spiritual treasure we imagine we have stored up, but our poverty, our common human situation, our inability to know.
Many years after that night in Hell’s Kitchen, I still drift through the world lost in thought, captivated by stories and images. But I know a greater reality and a greater awareness exists. I know there is a truth that cannot be thought, only received.
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This article originally appeared in Parabola magazine and is reprinted here with permission. Parabola is a not-for-profit organization that. Four times a year for over thirty-five years it has gathered the wisdom of the world's spiritual traditions to illuminate the central questions of life.
(Death is not the opposite of life, but a part of it. --Haruki Murakami)
The Night I Died
--by Tracy Cochran, Parabola, Jun 21, 2013
I wondered what I was doing in this godforsaken place, when exactly I had become so insubstantial, agreeing to go out to the store alone at ten, agreeing to do all kinds of things I didn’t really want to do. I shivered a little with self-pity.
Manhattan in the 1980s was a gritty place. I used to think of it as having a dark glamour but no more. A few years before, I had come to Manhattan like someone drawing close to a fire. I wanted to be warmed, enlightened.
But nothing turned out the way I hoped, not love, not work, not life. I pictured myself a waif huddling along in a bleak neighborhood, bringing her own pasta to dinner. The image was so pathetic that I savored it, a fragment of a modern Dickens tale.
I was passing an empty parking lot on West 35th Street near Tenth Avenue when three men rushed out at me from the shadows of a gutted tenement across the street. I heard them before I saw them, pounding toward me, whipping past me, stopping and wheeling around, taking up stations around me, as purposeful and practiced as football players,
or predators.
For a few moments, we stood and stared at each other. Incredibly, I was gripped by an impulse to smile and make eye contact, to diffuse the situation by establishing that we were all fellow human beings, even potentially friends. They were not interested in making friends.
They were pumped up, panting, panicking. Two looked like lanky teenagers, wraith-like in dark hooded sweatshirts, eyes glazed with fear. The third was older and much bigger. A faded green sweatshirt stretched taut across his chest. His wrists dangled out of the sleeves, as if he was wearing someone else’s clothes, and maybe he was because the next day there were reports in the papers of escaped convicts in the area. His broad face was grim.
Darting behind me, he jerked his arm tight across my throat. I felt his chest heave and heard the rasping of his breath. Staring up at the side of his face, I saw a long shiny scar. It was strange to be pulled so close to someone intent on harming me, but even stranger was the sudden pang of compassion I felt for him, for the wounding that had made the scar, for the suffering he must feel to be doing this.
It was the strangest thing. Brain studies show that the readiness of the body to move precedes our awareness
of being willing and intending to move, that everything that happens is dependent on thousands—millions—of conditions and turnings of little wheels that take place below our ordinary limited level of consciousness. But the burst of compassion I felt didn’t feel like an unconsciously conditioned response, like the impulse to smile at my muggers—like almost everything I found myself doing. It was as if another, higher consciousness was descending into my consciousness.
I read a story about how no animals were found among the dead after a tsunami; sensing the infinitesimal vibration of what was coming, they headed for higher ground. Even before I could grasp what was happening, it was as if the animal of my body and my physical brain was heading for higher ground, opening to receive help from above. Even before I glimpsed the light, my heart was opening to a kind of feeling that cannot be created or destroyed by anyone, only received.
“Money!” His voice was a rasp. His massive arm was pressing down on nerves that made it impossible for me to move my arm to reach the money in my front pocket, and I couldn’t talk to tell him this. “Money now!” He pulled his grip tighter. My vision started going black around the edges. I remember thinking the situation was absurd. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t tell him that I needed to be released to reach my money.
But I also glimpsed the larger absurdity of the larger situation: I was a young woman alone at night on a deserted side street in Hell’s Kitchen, drifting along thinking about what she liked and didn’t like about her life, what she judged to be good and bad, dreaming that she was in control of what happened, all the while oblivious to reality. “When a man knows he is to be hanged in a fortnight, it concentrates his mind wonderfully,” wrote Samuel Johnson. Mind suddenly terribly concentrated, I saw I was in real trouble.
My brain started working faster than it had ever worked, calculating the size and strength of my attacker, the agility of two young men guarding me, my own capacities and the probability of this or that happening if I did this
or that. My brain calculated and recalculated every aspect of the situation I was in until it concluded there could be no escape, no movie-like scene of flipping my attacker with deadly martial arts skills, throwing him into his assistants and running away. The reality I confronted was inconceivable, unworkable. My brain crashed, the screen went white. I surrendered.
It was then that I saw the light, just a glow at first but growing brighter until it became dazzling, welling up in the darkness to fill my whole body and mind. As it grew, this light gained a force and direction—an authority unknown to me. I remember marveling at the building intensity and intention, wondering where it had come from, not just low down in my body but from unseen depths—and then it became a column of brilliant white light that shot out of the top of my head, arcing high into the night sky.
A Tibetan Buddhist I met who read an earlier account of what happened to me that night told me it reminded her of a Vajrayana Buddhist practice called phowa. I also learned that Vajrayana means “diamond” or “thunderbolt” vehicle, which I understood personally because everything about the experience dazzled, was charged with force. Phowa is described as a practice of conscious dying, or transference of consciousness at the time of death, or even a flash of enlightenment without meditation. Tibetan lamas imprisoned by the Chinese were said to be able to leave their bodies this way.
But this—happening to someone who could barely sit still for a twenty minute meditation—didn’t amaze me
as much as what unfolded next. The column of light joined a much greater light that descended to meet it. Behind the abandoned tenements, behind my attackers, behind all the appearances in this world, there was a gorgeous luminosity. It was clear to me that this light was the force that holds up the world, into which all separation dissolves.
I realized that I could see myself and my attacker from behind and above. I watched myself gasping, watched my knees buckling, watched myself sink, watched myself looking up at the light. And then I was embraced by the light.
Science argues that while near-death experiences feel real they are simply fantasies or hallucinations caused by a brain under severe stress, and certainly my brain was under stress that night. A choke hold can kill in twenty to thirty seconds. Someone skilled in martial arts can knock someone out within eight seconds using such a hold, and brain damage can happen after about fifteen seconds because stopping blood flow to and from the brain can lead to brain hemorrhage, and the pressure on the heart can cause it to stop.
But science can’t account for the intimacy—for the extraordinary presence—of the experience. I didn’t just see the light, I was seen by it, and not in part but in whole. I knelt on the sidewalk, looking up at a light that was not separate from wisdom and love, a light that descended to meet me.
Afterwards, I heard the phrases “communion of saints” and “heavenly host” and “vault of heaven” and felt a thrill of recognition—my mind grasped at religious metaphors to describe what I had seen. The light was vast, vaulted, and all around. I sensed the presence of beings, ranks of beings, an ascending multitude, turning, moving, altogether forming a great witnessing conscious¬ness, in every detail and part infinitely finer and higher than my own. There are no words for the majesty and radiance of what I glimpsed and how it made me feel, lifted, seen, accepted into a vast whole.
A particular being drew very close, looking down at me from above with love that had a gravity and grace unlike anything I known. It proceeded to search me, brushing aside everything I thought I knew about myself—my name, my education, all my labels—as if it was not just unimportant but unreal. I once came up with an awkward personal metaphor for the urgency of this part of my experience: fire fighters searching a burning building, shining a light through smoke, looking for signs of life while there was still time. Strangely, I sensed that the urgency and concern weren’t for my physical life.
Finally, the searching stopped. The light came to rest at a particular spot in the center of my chest. It poured through me. I was very still, in thrall, humbled, aware that what was dear and good to this light was not any quality that I knew, but something deep and mute in my being. How long was I held in the grave and loving gaze of this higher being, this angel of awareness? Moments probably, but time meant nothing. I had the sensation that my whole life, lived and as yet unlived, was spread out for examination, that my life was being read like a book, weighed like a stone in the palm of a hand.
I saw that everything counted—or, everything real, every tear, all our suffering. That I didn’t “believe” in
any of this—that I was too cool, too skeptical, too educated to be dazzled by experiences that were clearly, had to be, subjective, that I would never resort to hackneyed religious metaphors, and images like weighing and reading—that also didn’t count. My opinions about what I believed or didn’t believe, what I was capable of or not capable of, were just smoke to be brushed away.
I was lifted up into a field of light and love, flooded with a feeling of liberation, of rejoicing. It was like flying, rising above the clouds into bright sunlight, except that it was more radiant. It was exalted, sublime yet welcoming. Everything I knew fell away, yet I felt completely accepted and acceptable, completely known, completely loved, completely free. There were no words, just experience. Yet ever since, I have wondered if this is what salvation is like, to be lifted
up out of the fog of separation, of sin, of forever missing the mark, and delivered into the whole, into the reality behind the appearances of the world.
It was clear that this radiant light, this loving consciousness, held everything that is. It was the alpha and omega, the particle and wave, the unifying force of the universe, suffusing us, carrying us when we leave this body, accompanying us always and everywhere, appearing in us when we are open to receive.
I knew I wouldn’t stay long in this radiance, in this sublime love and freedom. I was still sinking to my knees on a dirty sidewalk in Hell’s Kitchen, still struggling to breathe. Yet, as strange as it sounds, I wasn’t struggling inside. I was still. It felt as if I was falling to my knees in prayer—surrendering, not to this attack but to something that was infinitely higher. I understood that a life could have a different sense and meaning, that it could be spent seeking, purifying, practicing—I couldn’t find a word that conveyed the glimpse I had better than the words of the prayer, “Thy Kingdom come, Thy Will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven.”
The being who searched me—who saw me inside and outside, past, present, and future, told me without words to relax, the struggle would soon pass, I would not be harmed. I would return. I would go on. The light withdrew.
My attacker loosened his grip just enough to allow me to reach a ten dollar bill in the front pocket of my jeans. I threw the bill on the ground. My attacker jerked his arm off my throat, scooped up the bill, and ran off with the others. I stood up. I had my life back. I stared up at
the night sky, then down at the ripped grocery bag, wondering why the muggers hadn’t taken the cigarettes
and the six-pack of beer.
“Of all the pitfalls in our paths and the tremendous delays and wanderings off the track I want to say that they are not what they seem to be,” writes the artist Agnes Martin. “I want to say that all that seems like fantastic mistakes are not mistakes, all that seems like error is not error; and it all has to be done. That which seems like a false step is
the next step.”
I walked back to my ex-boy friend’s apartment, shaking with sobs. I wasn’t harmed. Settled at the long dining room table in his book-lined loft, tears streaming down, I choked out the story, insisting that I wasn’t harmed. Never mind the weeping, I told him. I was fine, really, perfectly calm at center of the storm, you see. My ex-boyfriend looked miserable. The crying went on and on. He pushed a twenty dollar bill across the table towards me, repaying me for the groceries. I brushed it away and he pushed it back. Just take it.
We aren’t in control in the way we think we are, I told him. Things happen, even terrible things, but they are not what they seem to be. And we aren’t alone. There is a light, a luminosity behind the appearances of this world. There is a luminous, loving intelligence above us, watching over us, caring for us. I knew how this sounded. Religious, mystical, unbelievable. Do you believe me, not about the mugging but about the light? He shook his head no, scowling softly, sorry for me. He just could not.
In the weeks and years that followed, I learned this is how it goes with personal revelation. I was an unreliable narrator, no more so than any other ordinary human, but still very limited, subject to dreams, to the wheels and levers of conditioning. But the experience never grew dim. I told it to people I trusted, or the dying. I told it to my father in his last days, and to another dear old friend near his end. I sure hope you’re right, he said.
What we really have to share is not any spiritual treasure we imagine we have stored up, but our poverty, our common human situation, our inability to know.
Many years after that night in Hell’s Kitchen, I still drift through the world lost in thought, captivated by stories and images. But I know a greater reality and a greater awareness exists. I know there is a truth that cannot be thought, only received.
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This article originally appeared in Parabola magazine and is reprinted here with permission. Parabola is a not-for-profit organization that. Four times a year for over thirty-five years it has gathered the wisdom of the world's spiritual traditions to illuminate the central questions of life.
The Ant and the Contact Lens: A TRUE STORY
Brenda was almost halfway to the top of the tremendous granite cliff. She was standing on a ledge where she was taking a breather during this, her first rock climb. As she rested there, the safety rope snapped against her eye and knocked out her contact lens.
'Great', she thought. 'Here I am on a rock ledge, hundreds of feet from the bottom and hundreds of feet to the top of this cliff, and now my sight is blurry.' She looked and looked, hoping that somehow it had landed on the ledge. But it just wasn't there.
She felt the panic rising in her, so she began praying. She prayed for calm, and she prayed that she might find her contact lens. When she got to the top, a friend examined her eye and her clothing for the lens, but it was not to be found. Although she was calm now that she was at the top, she was saddened because she could not clearly see across the range of mountains. She thought of the bible verse 'The eyes of the Lord run to and fro throughout the whole earth.'
She thought, 'Lord, You can see all these mountains. You know every stone and leaf, and You know exactly where my contact lens is. Please help me.'
Later, when they had hiked down the trail to the bottom of the cliff they met another party of climbers just starting up the face of the cliff. One of them shouted out, 'Hey, you guys! Anybody lose a contact lens?'
Well, that would be startling enough, but you know why the climber saw it? An ant was moving slowly across a twig on the face of the rock, carrying it!
The story doesn't end there. Brenda's father is a cartoonist. When she told him the incredible story of the ant, the prayer, and the contact lens, he drew a cartoon of an ant lugging that contact lens with the caption, 'Lord, I don't know why You want me to carry this thing. I can't eat it, and it's awfully heavy.
But if this is what You want me to do, I'll carry it for You.'
I think it would do all of us some good to say, 'God, I don't know why You want me to carry this load. I can see no good in it and it's awfully heavy. But, if You want me to carry it, I will.'
God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called.
Yes, I do love GOD. He is my source of existence and my Savior. He keeps me functioning each and every day. Without Him, I am nothing, but with Him...I can do all things.
I remember what it was like for me, the feelings of hopelessness when at 44 years of age I lost everything I had fought so hard to keep.
My home,my marriage,my businesses,financial security.
The darkness, the fear, the hopelessness.
I was completely unaware of what was happening, who I really was.
Deep asleep in the matrix,completely unaware,in total victim mentality.
Manifesting unconsciously.
Through the darkest pit of my personal hell,I thought of ending my life at times.
But the thought of my leaving my children behind...kept me going,one step in front of the other.
My dark night lasted about four years.
And then one day,(August 25,2011) while standing in my kitchen ,I felt the a thin thread of Light go through my core.
Instantly shifted and remembered.
Became a hermit while I integrated and released,preparing for the shift of 12/21/12.
Fun times indeed...
And now I am reliving the dark night of the soul with so many loved ones whose whole realities are disintegrating.
Because that is what is happening, the energies of higher vibrations are shaking all those around me to the core.
Anything that is not for the highest good of the soul(therefore for all)will not hold.
Has no foundation anymore.
Do you have a job that makes money but you are miserable doing it?
Do you have a house that enslaves you to working in that job?
Possessions that enslave you so they can be maintained?
Hmmmmmmmm,see ya.
Do you have "friends" that are really just using you?
Are you in a relationship that victimizes you and keeps you down?
Nope,not going to continue.
Are you trying to keep it all together, to hold on to money or people or things?
Bye bye.
The releases of issues,places,people and things that are not in alignment with your highest good are gut wrenching.
Even for me ,knowing, as I am conscious, the releases can be dark and incredibly painful.
And I know what is happening.
What about all those around me that have no idea what is happening?
What about our loved ones(the whole world?)
How can I be the light for them?
What can I do to help them and support them?
Everyone's path is their own.
The road to reconnecting to our hearts and remembering is a solitary journey.
I cannot carry their burden upon me.
All I can do is be me.
Trust that whatever information I share,is exactly what is needed at the moment.
Show my love by trusting in my heart that whatever I do, what ever I say, is the perfect thing they need.
Trust myself and the fact that I am in the right place at the right time,for a reason.
It might be telling my incredible,supernatural story.
Or just listening to them.
Or hugging them, holding them as they cry and release.
Giving them permission to cry,scream,yell and kick.
Allow for the anger to release from deep within their wounded souls.
Share information with them about what is happening.
Let them know that if they need anything,I am there for them.
Remind them that they are loved.
Show then that I love them by being there for them.
I feel though that sometimes soul recognition of the light within us is the only thing needed.
Sometimes nothing needs to be done.
Just Be-ing is enough.
And I guess that is how we hold the space of love within our hearts for them.
So that they feel love,whether consciously or not.
They feel the love from us in their hearts.
So when all is said and done...all I can do is love them and trust that how ever that love and support manifests,it is the perfect thing needed to help in the remembering.
Just be.
Trust that the answers will come from my heart.
And love them.
Which is easy because that is who we are.
Love.
Because love is all there is...the highest manifestation of our creation.
But I also need to remind myself that in order to love others ,I need to love myself.
Take care of myself.
Set boundaries,remembering that when we are the light,lost souls will attach to us ,desperately at times...like a drowning man to a life guard...
Know when to leave and replenish and heal myself.
For being dragged into their vibration is not how I can help...allowing others to hurt and take from me is not love.
Cutting all chords,healing,filling myself with Light and shielding is imperative.
Taking baths,showers or being in the water works great for me.
Water has amazing healing and clearing properties...
Spending time in nature...
Listening to what my body needs.
Feeding it as healthy as possible.
Drinking tons of water,as pure as possible.
These are all things I share with everyone else as well.
What's good for me is good for them.
Watching those we love experience their dark night of the soul can be extremely painful.
But then part of me knows that with each enormous release,comes clarity.
With clarity,fear starts to dissipate.
When fear starts to leave,we can hear our hearts.
And when we connect to our hearts,we connect to our Source of all.
And when we do that,we remember who we are.
An aspect,a fractal of the Source of all that is.
The energy of creation,the highest vibration possible.
Love.
And then,when we remember who we are,everything is possible.
The way I see it,if I was standing in my kitchen totally unaware in one instant,and completely awake the next...
if it happened to me,it can happen to anyone.
The shift is happening whether we know it or not.
Have faith.
This will pass.
My heart tells me so.
Shine bright my beautiful family.
We are all beautiful beyond comprehension.
In Light and Love
: )
marie
Wake up Call: Love Speaker, July 01, 13
I Am here today to tell you about something that is taking place in the skies today around your earth. It is a matter of the sameness of the universe coming into being in the skies of your planet. In a way this is a time of coming into unison for the universe. In a way it is a time of all of you coming into unison on earth. It is a matter of all of you realizing that there is something astoundingly different about how you feel and what is taking place around the planet.
For some of you it may be a bit troublesome; worry not for that will pass. For some of you it is for the most part joyful and peaceful. It brings to you the feeling that finally some of your prayers are being answered for peace to come and the unison to be in place firmly and without doubt. It is a matter of you being able to support whatever is taking place on the planet if not with your actions, then with your total and complete feeling of surrender to the Love that is prevalent.
Yes, dear ones, we are finding that the Love of the eternal grace is so much stronger this day than it has been for so long on this planet. We are seeing that there is a deeper sense of what is right for the planet and all life on it. More of you are seeing into the depth of love that is needed and at the same time being expressed. In the animal kingdom, the plants and all of what it is that makes this planet whole and beautiful is expressing forth the love that is predominant in their beingness.
I speak to you now as a body of love, one that is complete in its existence and identity. I speak for all of existence on your planet for I am that which you all are. I have no voice but yours and it comes through many phases in its evolvement. I have no name but yours and is that I am nameless, while at the same time I have the identity of Love, so I shall call myself Love Speaker, for that is what the majority of you are doing in this moment, on some level.
This is what it is going to take for all of you to evolve into the ascended awareness that you are destined for. It is a matter of being able to realize what you are capable of, and to look at the reflections of what you are doing and what it means for your dear planet. You are coming back to yourselves and in the process you are seeing the rights of your existence being reclaimed and brought into the balance that is your destined way of life.
As you go through this process you may find many obstacles along the way. What you will know to do is to take a breath and then feel the love that emanates forth that will take care of the issue and clear the way for your absolute ascension with all others. As this takes place you will see how it works in a deeper way, and you will know what it takes to give of yourself to receive that which is right around the corner for you.
I go now to the corners of your beingness and rest in assurance that you are enjoying the new ride you have chosen. Worry not that others in the world seem to be taking a slower ride, for the choices are what is keeping all in balance while you take your glory to a new height. Rest and be assured that all is in harmony with what you have set into place. Know that the Love that has grown so steadily and surely is the moving force of the deep Love that you are feeling and expressing. You are the Creators of your new world in the essence of The Creator of all that you are and have been from the beginning of Creation in expression.
Blessings to you all, for I speak in your name and the Essence of Love that you are.
Thank you dear Love Speaker,
Love, Nancy Tate
Well at this point, I don't even know what to say...my body is wigging out.
Here are some of the symptoms that I have been experiencing for about the last four weeks...(don't hold me to that exactly, for I have no sense of time...)But it seems like forever...
My sleeping is all over the place.
I either sleep for twelve hours or I sleep for two and can't stay asleep.
I am also starting to wake up again at 2:22 or 3:33...what's up with that???
When I wake up I am so foggy, it takes me forever to get myself going for the day.
I often feel exhausted.
It is hard for me to write, because sometimes I can't seem to string sentences together.
And yes,thank you for spell check...seem to have trouble spelling lately, which is tough when one is a writer lol!
Not remembering any of my dreams(am I even dreaming?),which is very unusual for me.
My body is doing weird things.
My hands and feet go through spells of either freezing or burning up.
Sometimes my entire body will be burning up or freezing.
Hot flashes are back...yay...
I cannot stand the cold, the temperature in my house is like 80 degrees!
And I cannot be out in the sun during the day,it has to be early morning or in the evening.
This is a huge thing for me, for I live at the beach and I am always out in the sun.
Sometimes it feels like my body is vibrating.
It is a very strange feeling.
Other times it feels like I am expanding from the inside out,I feel pressure inside of me and it feels like my energy cannot be contained within me.
My lower back is really hurting me at times.
I have severe pains that come and go...my wrists, my knees,my feet.
It seems for now the headaches have stopped a bit(knock on wood), but the mental fogginess is still there.
Within the last two weeks my eyesight has gotten real bad.
My hair feels like dead hair,icky.
My eyes have gotten greener, where before they were more brown, green,hazel.
I still have emotional releases, but now they are fast and furious and done very quickly.
It seems the emotions are not mine so I just let them flow through me and accept that I am clearing for the collective.
I have difficulty ingesting foods,and there are days when my stomach is so upset...(yucky subject I know, it is what it is)
Sometimes I wake up and my stomach is so bloated.
I am back to seriously craving protein, but I cannot eat meat.
I can only eat small portions.
I get sudden waves of nausea,so severe it makes me gag.
I cannot be in large crowds,(again!)I need to be alone it seems to function at this time.
I also have intense DISGUST for lower energies,lower consciousness,and those people at that vibration.
I have to voice my anger and disgust over all things negative it seems.
I cannot put up with it, cannot look away,cannot accept it.
I have to speak up.
I cannot stand to see anyone being victimized.(Hello my divine masculine!)
Now for the yummy list...
When not experiencing these things,my body feels great,honestly lol!
I look younger.My body is shaping up and changing and I feel strong.
I feel at peace,an inner knowing that everything is exactly as it should be for my body and for myself,and for all of us
.
I have lost weight(on the scale)and I am the lightest I have ever been I think, but look very healthy.
I am happy and feel so loved.
Just walking around makes me happy.
I also feel full of hope.For me, my life and for this beautiful planet.
I am connecting to others who are awake and are like minded.
I have periods of extreme clarity,where I see what I need to do,and how I need to do it.
Things I didn't know I knew seem to pop up when I need the information...an expansion of inner knowing.
I feel energy of people and words and places, discernment has become very easy for me, as I have learned to completely trust my inner knowing.
I love,love,love being in nature and it fills me up!
I instantly know when I am no longer in the flow and it is easy for me to get back to where I need to be.
I have no problem with letting people, issues, ideas go if they are not for the highest good.
Those that are in my life truly love me and accept me.
I feel awe and such deep gratitude for being here at this time to see this shift happening inside and outside of me.
I am also so grateful that my body is still hanging on and making this shift,as soooo many around me are crossing over.
I am sure there are more delightful symptoms,but this is what I can come up with now.
Yes certain aspects of this shift are very dark and very difficult, but the rewards are immense and incredible.
Best advice I can give?
Take care of your bodies, love,love,love yourselves,and talk to your bodies.
I do it out loud, telling my body thank you for hanging on,for still being here, and tell it that it is doing great and I love it...
I take a lot of salted baths and drink a lot of water.
(Lately I have been craving lemonade too)
I also tell it that just because it is a new experience,(these intense energies), it does not mean we are sick and things are not ok.
We are one-Me,my body... and all of us.
We are all connected through our hearts to our beautiful Source, and the love from within all of us is expanding to our world.
Is making and enormous difference in this shift.
We are SO loved and we ARE love, for love is all there is.
In Light and Love and in deep gratitude to be sharing this path with my beautiful light family.
We are doing this, there is no going back, AND we are doing a beautiful job!
Shine Bright!
Love Big!
Rock On!
: )
marie
Wow.
Quite the summer solstice.
The earth was shining in full glory, the colors, the flowers,it was crazy beautiful up in the mountains of Colorado.
Never actually saw the full moon,because every night it was storming, but it made no difference to me.
Felt such an incredible connection to the earth and to the stars at the same time with this moon.
It amplified the feelings of one for me,one with the earth, and one with the stars...
A star child am I, but then aren't we all?
I feel like there has been some sort of recalibration within me.
Better alignment.
More balancing of my mind and my heart.
My mind is starting to finally come out of the fogginess that it has been under for quite a while.
I remember things now.
Sometimes things I didn't even know I knew...
Quite the change...Not just feeling love for every life around me,but also having mental clarity to function in life.
My life.
I can see I still have a little cleaning to do but after dealing with it all,I think I have a good solid foundation for starting my new life.
It seems so many around me are doing the same.
Starting anew.
New lives are being made,moment by moment.
In the now.
So many around me are choosing to follow their hearts and truly believe that they deserve to be happy.
Remembering who they really are.
Intelligent Love...that is the term of this new feeling within me.
A balance of left and right brain, of feminine and masculine,of heart and mind,a balancing of dualities(the list is endless...)....one with all yet separate at the same time.
I know I have personal work still to do,always will..., for otherwise how can I keep growing and experiencing?
But somehow it is different now, I see things so different now...
If this is where I am headed, I am ready.
Shine bright my beautiful family.
It is through our hearts that the door to peace,both within and without,is found.
It is within our hearts that love resides, connecting us to all of us.
Reminding us that we are love, because love is all there is...
In Light and Love
marie
Here some interesting info.
http://www.greenmedinfo.com/blog/biophotons-human-body-emits-communicates-and-made-light
Mysterious 500-year-old Voynich manuscript “has secret message”
A 15th-century manuscript described as “the world’s most mysterious” contains a secret message, according to a new computer analysis.
• Yahoo! News - A 15th-century manuscript described as “the world’s most mysterious” definitely does contain a secret message, according to a new computer analysis.
• Article: Code of Mysterious Secret Society Cracked Centuries Later
LiveScience.com - Wed, Oct 26, 2011
• Article: US, Swedish researchers crack 250-year-old cipher
Associated Press - Wed, Oct 26, 2011
A 15th-century manuscript described as “the world’s most mysterious” contains a secret message, according to a new computer analysis.
The Voynich Manuscript is written in an unknown language and script - and the 240-page vellum book has defied dozens of attempts to decipher it, even by top World War II codebreakers.
Carbon dating suggests that it was written in the second half of the fifteenth century, but the book first "surfaced" in the seventeenth century. It appears to be a guide to plants, but almost all the illustrations show non-existent species.
The manuscript is highly controversial, with many experts dismissing it as a hoax - but a new analysis of the text appears to have found “patterns” of meaning which would have been impossible to fake in the 15th century.
The new research has also found "keywords", some of which seem to match to the strange, hand-drawn illustrations that surround the text. It could aid new attempts to crack the code.
“The Voynich text has resisted all attempts to decipher it, even by top World War II cryptographers,” says Dr. Marcelo A. Montemurro of Manchester University. “However, the fact that it has been impossible to decode so far cannot be a proof that there is no message inside it.”
Other ciphers previously thought "unbreakable" have recently been cracked by computer technology - such as the Copiale Cipher, an 18th century German manuscript which was "broken" in 2011, revealing the secret rites of an occult society.
“For the past few years I have been studying the statistics of language - using methods from physics and information theory,” says Montemurro. “These methods allow the extraction of keywords (that is words that are closely relevant to the meaning of the text) even if the underlying language is unknown.”
Montemurro’s technique analysed the text at a large scale - looking for “clusters” of words as the text moved from one subject to another, rather than trying to understand the manuscript’s grammar.
“Over long spans of texts, words leave a statistical signature about their use,” says Montemurro. “When the topic shifts to a different one, other words are needed, and so on.”
Montemurro’s analysis found a range of “keywords” in the text - and found that the pattern of their use was similar to known languages. The researchers also found that clusters of keywords seemed to “match” the illustrations.
The knowledge required to put this level of detail into a hoax manuscript means it is less likely that a 15th century hoaxer could have
“It is not not an absolute impossibility that it is a hoax - but most if not all of these features were not known in the 15th century,” says Montemurro. “The hoax hypothesis is that it needs to explain all the levels of structure that are found in the text - and how they could naturally emerge from the hoaxing method.”
“I’m not a cryptographer, but I can see it as a step forward in the sense that now there are candidates among the text’s words to be those more closely connected with the meaning of the text,” says Montemurro. “There is still the question of what sort of method was used to encode the message and hide its message - making a connection between our analysis and a possible decoding mechanism will require more specialized research."
Solving the Voynich Manuscript: Prof. Gordon Rugg
Uploaded on 9 May 2010
An edited excerpt from the "Weird or What?" documentary, first aired May 2010 on the Discovery Channel. This excerpt describes an interpretation of the meaning of the Voynich Manuscript by Dr. Gordon Rugg, a professor of knowledge modelling at Keele University, Staffordshire U.K. Professor Rugg demonstrates how the Voynich, a classic problem that has fascinated linguists and encryption excerpts for centuries, could be a hoax. Details from the original producer, see http://dsc.discovery.com/
Voynich Manuscript : Mysterious book that contains many UNDECIPHERED secrets
Uploaded on 23 Dec 2010
Voynich Manuscript
Named after the Polish-American antiquarian bookseller Wilfrid M. Voynich, who acquired it in 1912, the Voynich Manuscript is a detailed 240-page book written in a language or script that is completely unknown. Its pages are also filled with colorful drawings of strange diagrams, odd events and plants that do not seem to match any known species, adding to the intrigue of the document and the difficulty of deciphering it.
The original author of the manuscript remains unknown, but carbon dating has revealed that its pages were made sometime between 1404 and 1438. It has been called "the world's most mysterious manuscript."
Theories abound about the origin and nature of the manuscript. Some believe it was meant to be a pharmacopoeia, to address topics in medieval or early modern medicine. Many of the pictures of herbs and plants hint that it many have been some kind of textbook for an alchemist. The fact that many diagrams appear to be of astronomical origin, combined with the unidentifiable biological drawings, has even led some fanciful theorists to propose that the book may have an alien origin.
One thing most theorists agree on is that the book is unlikely to be a hoax, given the amount of time, money and detail that would have been required to make it.
The plant that could cost you your home
The spread of Japanese knotweed is cause for concern for all homeowners
If, like me, you are not particularly green-fingered, you might think that one plant looks pretty much like another. In which case you are in danger of missing a silent assassin gaining strength within your garden.
Japanese knotweed looks like lots of other weeds to the untrained eye, but it has the power to ruin your home and cost you thousands of pounds.
Pity the couple in Hertfordshire that were told a couple of years ago that their £300,000 four-bed home needed to be demolished in order to treat the scourge of Japanese knotweed that had penetrated their walls.
The plant had spread from waste ground near the newly-built property and quickly advanced the length of the garden to enter their home through walls and skirting boards. Surveyors told them that the value of the property had dropped to just £50,000, and that the only way to effectively remove the scourge was to knock the house down, treat the plant and then rebuild.
And imagine the disappointment of the home seller who saw his deal fall through within weeks of exchange because a tiny 3cm piece of Japanese knotweed had been found in his garden. His buyer’s lender panicked and refused to lend the mortgage.
These are clearly extreme examples but Japanese knotweed is almost always a problem for homeowners (and potentially their neighbours).
What exactly is Japanese knotweed?
Japanese knotweed has been in the UK since the 1800s, having been introduced as an ornamental plant by the Victorians.
It looks pretty innocuous, like many plants or weeds, and is described by the Environment Agency as lush green in colour with shovel shaped leaves and a stem that looks like bamboo. It also produces white flowers in autumn and grows rapidly, up to 10cm a day.
It spreads like wildfire through its stems underground, growing a metre in a month and potentially causing heave below buildings.
Once the concrete or tarmac cracks from the heave, the plant has a way into your home, working its way through the tiny gaps and potentially causing structural damage or blocking drains. It’s the most invasive plant in the UK and very persistent indeed.
What to do about it?
Whatever you do, don’t ignore it. Japanese knotweed grows rapidly and if it infects your neighbours’ gardens and properties you could be liable for damages. So if you see it in your garden, deal it with properly and quickly.
You need to focus on stopping the plant spreading and getting rid of it. Believe it or not the Environment Agency takes this problem so seriously it has produced a knotweed code of practice to guide those involved in the disposal of the plant through the specific measures that should be undertaken.
It’s targeted towards firms that are involved in the disposal of the plant, but if you have Japanese knotweed on your land it is still essential reading, as it will give you an idea of what you should expect any professionals you employ to be doing.
Key things to be aware of are:
• If you are having the weed fully excavated and disposed of, any contractor you employ needs to be registered with the Environment Agency as a waste carrier. The agency’s website also allows you to search for contractors in your area on its Waste Directory.
• You can also treat the knotweed more slowly with a combination of herbicide treatment and careful excavation if you have no urgent need to get rid of it. But this will take at least three years and you will still have to dispose of the soil in line with the code of practice mentioned above. Plus you should still get a qualified person to carry out the treatment and if you live near a river or stream, you need permission from the Environment Agency before using any chemicals.
• You can burn the waste from Japanese knotweed but you should inform your Local Authority and pay heed to best practice guidelines.
• Soil containing burnt remains of Japanese knotweed may also be buried on the site where it was produced, but very specific guidelines need to be adhered to. Plus you need to inform the Environment Agency a week in advance if burying the waste from your knotweed.
As you can see, there are a lot of hoops to jump through to get rid of this plant properly and it’s little wonder many people pay a contractor to ensure the job is done properly.
But what should you do if you notice this plant and you are about to sell your home? Do you need to go through all of these measures first, or can you sell up with the knotweed in your garden?
Or can you take a risk and just cut it down the day before the viewings and the survey and hope for the best? No!
Be upfront
To be blunt, if you are trying to sell your home and you discover Japanese knotweed in your garden, it is likely to cause you problems. Some buyers won’t touch a house if they know this plant is in the garden, or even neighbouring gardens. And even those that are willing to deal with it may find their mortgage lender will not offer them a loan once they learn of it, because of its potential to cause damage.
But it’s not all bad news. According to the Council of Mortgage Lenders many lenders will now consider lending on a property with Japanese knotweed (and they expect their surveyor to spot it during the valuation). They usually consider applications on a case-by-case basis and look for evidence of an initial treatment, with a commitment to an ongoing treatment programme.
Another reason not to contemplate hiding the presence of Japanese knotweed in your garden is that the Property Information Form used during the property sale transaction has recently been updated to specifically ask a question about it.
However, if you lie on this form you are leaving yourself open to a misrepresentation claim from your buyer, since the documents form part of the pre-contract enquiries and are legally binding.
Japanese knotweed can be a major problem for homeowners but it can also be dealt with if caught early and treated effectively by an experienced contractor. If you have the weed in your garden, tackle it head on because, one thing is certain, it won’t go away without a fight!
Japanese Knotweed Recipes
last modified September 05, 2008
After harvesting this thug, try some of these delicious recipes.
Recipes Utilizing Japanese Knotweed (Polygonum cuspidatum)
Applesauce-Knotweed Cake
For this recipe, you’ll need to harvest Japanese Knotweed stalks at the “wild rhubarb” stage, which typically shows up around the end of April in the Boston area.
Look for stalks about 18-24 inches long, select the fattest stalks you can (at least 3/4 inch in diameter – they’re easier to peel that way), cut at ground level, lop off the top cluster of leaves and bring the stalks home.
Once you’ve got them home, peel the very outer layer (which is stringy) off of each stalk;
Japanese Knotweed stalks are hollow, though, so don’t peel too deeply or all you’ll have left is the hole.
You can eat the peeled stalks raw if you want (their tart, juicy, crunchy texture and flavor is somewhat like that of a Granny Smith apple), or just chop them up for use in the recipe below or just about any other recipe calling for rhubarb.
Ingredients
• 3 eggs
• 1 1/4 cups granulated sugar
• 1/4 teaspoon salt
• 2 cups all-purpose flour
• 1 teaspoon baking soda
• 2 teaspoons cinnamon
• 1/4 teaspoon allspice
• 1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
• 1 cup plain applesauce
• 4 firmly-packed cups peeled Japanese Knotweed stalk pieces
(chop or knead the peeled stalks into small pieces <1” long).
1/2 cup chopped walnuts
• powdered sugar Preheat oven to 350ºF. Grease a 13” by 9” baking pan.
Beat eggs, sugar, salt and vanilla in a large mixing bowl until blended.
In the meantime, mix the flour, baking soda and spices together in a separate bowl.
Add the flour mixture to the mixing bowl, then add the applesauce, knotweed pieces and walnuts and mix until blended.
Pour the batter into the greased baking pan and spread evenly.
Bake at 350ºF for one hour, then remove from the oven and cool on a wire drying rack.
Dust the top with powdered sugar.
Serve warm or cold.
Makes 15 good-sized servings.
Any leftovers can be stored in the refrigerator for use in the next few days or frozen for longer storage.
Go Anywhere Knotweed Squares
You’ll need to harvest Japanese Knotweed stalks at the “wild rhubarb” stage for this recipe, which typically shows up around the first week of May in the Boston area.
Look for stalks about 18-24 inches long, select the fattest stalks you can (at least ¾ inch in diameter – they’re easier to peel that way), cut at ground level, lop off the top cluster of leaves and bring the stalks home.
Once you’ve got them home, peel the very outer layer (which is stringy) off of each stalk; Japanese Knotweed stalks are hollow, though, so don’t peel too deeply or all you’ll have left is the hole.
You can eat the peeled stalks raw if you want (their tart, juicy, crunchy texture and flavor is somewhat like that of a Granny Smith apple), or just chop them up for use in the recipe below or just about any other recipe calling for rhubarb.
Ingredients For bottom crust:
• 1 cup flour
• 1/3 cup confectioners sugar
• 1/3 cup butter (cold) For filling:
• 2 eggs, lightly beaten
• 1 cup sugar
• 1/4 cup flour
• 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
• 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
• 1/2 teaspoon allspice
• 1/2 teaspoon grated nutmeg
• 3 firmly-packed cups peeled Japanese Knotweed stalk pieces (chop or knead the peeled stalks into small pieces <1” long) Preheat oven to 350ºF.
Grease an 11” by 7” by 2” baking pan.
Put crust ingredients into a food processor and pulverize until mixture resembles coarse crumbs.
Press into the bottom of the baking pan and bake at 350ºF for 12 minutes.
To make the filling,
place all the ingredients except the Knotweed into a bowl and mix together; then stir in the Knotweed pieces.
Pour filling mixture over the warm crust and spread evenly.
Bake at 350ºF for 35-40 minutes or until a toothpick stuck into it comes out clean.
Cool on a wire rack.
Cut into brownie-sized pieces and serve warm.
Any leftovers can be stored in the refrigerator for use in the next few days or frozen for longer storage.
Russ Cohen’s Sour Cream Knotweed Crumb Cake
You’ll need to harvest Japanese Knotweed stalks at the “wild rhubarb” stage for this recipe, which typically shows up around the first week of May in the Boston area.
Look for stalks about 18-24 inches long, select the fattest stalks you can (at least ¾ inch in diameter – they’re easier to peel that way), cut at ground level, lop off the top cluster of leaves and bring the stalks home.
Once you’ve got them home, peel the very outer layer (which is stringy) off of each stalk; Japanese Knotweed stalks are hollow, though, so don’t peel too deeply or all you’ll have left is the hole.
You can eat the peeled stalks raw if you want (their tart, juicy, crunchy texture and flavor is somewhat like that of a Granny Smith apple), or just chop them up for use in the recipe below or just about any other recipe calling for rhubarb.
Ingredients For cake:
• 1 1/2 cups granulated sugar
• 3/4 cup butter, softened
• 3 eggs
• 1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract
• 2 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
• 2 teaspoons baking powder
• 1 teaspoon baking soda
• 3/4 teaspoon salt
• 1 cup dairy sour cream
• 5 firmly-packed cups peeled Japanese Knotweed stalk pieces (chop or knead the peeled stalks into small pieces <1” long), tossed with 1/2 cup flour,
1 teaspoon cinnamon,
1/4 teaspoon nutmeg and
1/4 teaspoon allspice in a bowl
For topping:
• 1/2 firmly-packed cup brown sugar
• 1/4 cup all-purpose flour
• 1 teaspoon cinnamon
• 1/4 teaspoon nutmeg
• 1/4 teaspoon allspice
• 1/4 cup cold butter, cut up into small pieces Preheat oven to 350ºF.
Grease a 13” by 9” baking pan.
Cake:
Beat sugar and butter in a in a large bowl on medium speed until blended.
Add eggs and vanilla and beat until creamy.
Mix flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt in a bowl,
then add to the creamed mixture alternatively with the sour cream, mixing well.
Stir in the floured/spiced Knotweed pieces and mix well, then pour the cake batter into the baking pan and spread evenly.
Topping:
Place brown sugar, flour and spices into a food processor and pulse until well-blended;
then add the cold butter pieces and pulse until the entire topping mixture is uniformly crumbly.
Sprinkle the topping evenly over the batter.
Bake at 350ºF for 50-60 minutes or until a wooden toothpick inserted into the center of the cake comes out clean.
Cool on a wire rack; serve warm.
Makes 15 good-sized servings.
Any leftovers can be stored in the refrigerator for use in the next few days or frozen for longer storage.
More info about Russ Cohen’s schedule of public foraging programs: http://users.rcn.com/eatwild/sched.htm More info about Russ’ foraging book, Wild Plants I Have Known…and Eaten: http://users.rcn.com/eatwild/press_release.htm More info about Russ Cohen: http://users.rcn.com/eatwild/bio.htm
Japanese Knotweed Recipe - Knotweed Summer Rolls
Since Japanese knotweed (Polygonum cuspidatum) is so common and highly invasive here in southern New England, it is easy to find in quantity in the early spring.
It is best picked as a tart, toothsome shoot before it gets much bigger than 8" tall.
As it grows, it get tough and stringy and more difficult to incorporate into a recipe.
We have made quite a few sweet recipes with knotweed, like dessert bars, jelly and tapioca.
Here is a savory idea made with raw, sliced knotweed shoots to eat as part of an early spring, edible weed dinner.
We added some other spring edibles as well, all of which are optional or have similar common substitutes.
Any Thai style sweet-sour-spicy dipping sauce is great on the side, and most of the more exotic ingredients are available at an Asian grocery store.
To dip and soften the rice paper wrappers, I use a large pie plate filled with warm water.
It is a good idea to have extra wrappers, since they may rip. Depending on how full you make the wrappers, there will be 6-8 rolls.
Japanese Knotweed Summer Rolls makes 6-8 rolls
6-10 8" Vietnamese rice paper wrappers
3 oz. bean thread noodle cakes
1 c. thinly sliced Japanese knotweed shoot stems
1/2 c. chickweed greens, or parsley and cilantro leaves
3 Tbsp dandelion flower petals
2 Tbsp chopped ramps leaves, or chopped scallions
4 Tbsp shredded carrots
Thai dipping sauce
1. Soak the bean thread noodles in hot water for 10 minutes, until they soften. Rinse and drain well.
2. In a bowl, add the chopped knotweed, chickweed greens, dandelion petals, ramps, and carrots to the bean thread noodles. Toss well.
3. Soften the rice paper wrappers in warm water for about 15 seconds until they are pliable. Place on a smooth surface.
4. Take about 1/2 cup of the noodle filling and place it in the center of the top third of the wrapper. Fold over the top of the wrapper to cover the filling, then fold in the two sided toward the center. Now roll the filled wrapper towards the bottom, enclosing the filling completely. This may take some practice!
5. Chill the summer rolls for 15 minutes, and serve with a spicy-sweet Thai dipping sauce.
Japanese Knotweed Recipe - Knotweed Dessert Bars
We put his recipe up last year, but it really is good and the knotweed is at the optimum height right now. This should be made ideally with the thickest, but shortest stalks you can find so they will be fleshy without any woodiness.
Japanese Knotweed Dessert Bars makes a 11" x 7" pan
Crust:
1 c. flour
1 c. confectioners sugar
6 T cold butter
Filling:
2 large eggs, beaten
2/3 c. white sugar
1/4 c. flour
1 tsp. vanilla
1 tsp. ground cinnamon
1/2 tsp. grated fresh nutmeg
3 c. chopped knotweed stalks, leaves removed
1. Heat the oven to 350°F. Grease the 11" x 7" baking pan.
2. In a food processor, pulse the crust ingredients together to resemble coarse crumbs. Press the crumbs into the bottom of the pan evenly. Bake the crust for 12 minutes.
3. For the filling, combine the eggs, sugar, flour, vanilla, and spices with a whisk. Stir in the chopped knotweed pieces and coat them evenly. Pour the filling mixture over the warm crust and spread it evenly.
4. Bake 30-40 minutes, until the egg mixture is set and a toothpick inserted in the middle comes out clean. Cool. Cut into 1" squares and serve.
Unbaked Knotweed Bars
