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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!