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Friday, October 27, 2006
He is blind I see him once a week. He feels me once a week. I am 83 years of age. He is twenty! He is born blind and he sees the world through music, melody, rhythm! He is a thought of God vibrating in human flesh and soul! Because he is blind he speaks of light... God is the source of light, so God is the source of all music, melody, rhythm I am supposed to be the teacher and he teaches me transcendence in a most humble, true reality… the reality of blindness... I feel like being blinded by his light! And I hear the blind poet say On His Blindness When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?" I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts: who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed And post o'er land and ocean without rest: They also serve who only stand and wait." -- John Milton and Bach's music of light divine as he, himself, became blind...  The 1748 Haussmann portrait of the composer. Born March 21 (O.S.), 1685 Eisenach, Thuringia, Germany Died July 28 (N.S.), 1750 Leipzig, Saxony, Germany  Bach’s signature with a single note!!! Like my blind friend! Thursday, October 12, 2006
Let it be No. 2 The tears are a source of energy Already Anna Politkovskaya lay in rest! True journalist, seeking the truth behind what she saw, she reported the realities fearlessly. “She stood and was counted”. That is what Anna Politkovskaya did as she worked with total dedication as a journalist in Moscow! She had to die. The establishment fears truth, it cannot endure truth because it is built and maintained on lies. Truth makes the system crumble! And the mighty tremble! so Anna was shot dead on October 7th towards 7 p.m. in Moscow “Amnesty International believes that Anna Politkovskaia was targeted because of her work as a journalist, reporting on human rights abuses in Chechnya and other regions of the Russian Federation”  This is Anna Politkovskaya: Oh! What a beautiful enquiring gaze on her face! So it was with our own beloved Ducie September, remember?  Look at her beautiful enquiring gaze! Dulcie was murdered on March 29 1988 in Rue des Petites Ecuries 28. Paris. A few weeks earlier she was with us in Delémont, Switzerland. Dulcie represented the African national Congress in French speaking European countries. She was murdered while opening up the ANC offices in Paris between 9.45am and 10.00am. Five shots from a .22-calibre gun with a silencer attached struck her in the head. It is still not known who the assassin was, but if ever they are known, will the murderers be made answerable for their crimes by the powers that be? Before her assassination, Dulcie had been investigating on weapon traffic between France and South Africa... Supposedly, this traffic included nuclear materials. On the day after her murder, Alfred Nzo commented about Ducie: "If ever there was a soft target, Dulcie September was one” And so was Anna Politkovskaya and all the innocents slain for fear of the strength of their grassroots courage! Oh! Let us sing… Where have all the soldiers gone? Long time passing. Where have all the soldiers gone? Long time ago. Where have all the soldiers gone? They've gone to graveyards, every one. Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn? Where have all the graveyards gone? Long time passing. Where have all the graveyards gone? Long time ago. Where have all the graveyards gone? They're covered with flowers, every one. Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn? Where have all the flowers gone? Long time passing. Where have all the flowers gone? Long time ago. Where have all the flowers gone? Young girls picked them, every one. Oh, when will they ever learn? Oh, when will they ever learn? The struggle goes on, in Russia, in South Africa… the world over because a world without justice and without peace has no future… So let us struggle on and on and on… and help us God! Tuesday, October 10, 2006
I contemplate our small endangered planet tonight 10th October 2006 and pray: What are the news as reported in the world media? Wars and rumours of wars Weapons and ever more weapons Violence, crimes, fear, anguish all over the world journalist Anna Politkovskaya. murdered for telling the truth North Korea's reported nuclear test Bomb threats in Geneva and in London Panic... children crying...why? And I ask Jesus: what of the Good News? What about you, dear Yeshuah, walking And doing good on the highways and byways of our Planet? Your planet dear Jesus… This very day??? What am I doing, I, a sister who longs To love and be loved and spread love... concretely! Like all people… Why, in my sadness, should the Beatles pop in like Mary’s Consoling words to Jesus today? I wouldn't know, still it is so... so let it be, let it be, let it be... To me too? Let it be When I find myself in times of trouble Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be And in my hour of darkness She is standing right in front of me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be LET IT BE, LET IT BE, LET IT BE, LET IT BE WHISPER WORDS OF WISDOM, LET IT BE And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree there will be an answer, let it be for though they maybe parted there is still a chance that they will see there will be an answer, let it be  LET IT BE, LET IT BE............... THERE WILL BE AN ANSWER, LET IT BE And when the night is cloudy there is still a light that shines on me shine until tomorrow, let it be I wake up to the sound of music Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be LET IT BE, LET IT BE............... THERE WILL BE AN ANSWER, LET IT BE Thank you dearest Mother… thank you Yeshuah! |