A Message of Hope & Love & Alchemy
Regular readers of TW know that we get a lot of mail, comments, etc. and we try very hard to answer as much as we can.
And sometimes we get stuff that we just don't know what to do with like this email below.
This was passed along to us along with a request to post with the thinking being that it might help others. Apparently various versions of this have been circulating on the Net's for sometime now but this isn't our scene, thankfully.
Please take a moment to consider the following from Croatia...
Hope is defined as “a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen”.We know a lot of folks out there are in pain. All we can say is pack up and get out as fast as you can and go as far as you can. True friends and love will find you. Those "secrets" are merely lies told to you to keep you locked in your situation. Break on through to the other side.
I believe whomever took over this planet created this word and it’s meaning. Hope is often used in religious sermons. Obama used the word in his campaign for President: I believe he used the word Hope along with Change. Our president Ivo Josipovic also used the same slogans and I guess people like to “feel” hopeful so they voted for him. A few weeks ago he made a speech and said he wanted to give “hope” to the Croatian people and not debt. So, I wrote him a letter and asked him to stop using that word, we don’t want and need hope, we need jobs, we need better healthcare, etc., etc.
I hoped my mother would not grab me by the hair when she was angry at me, or when I brought home a lousy report card. How can a child have good grades when both parents remind her she will never amount to anything? Each day of my first sixteen years of life, I hoped my parents would stop abusing me. On my 16th birthday, as soon as I was legally able to leave home without the police bringing me back, I grabbed my things, put them into my Vauxhaull and sped off while my parents were at work. I never looked back, but I kept hoping my younger sister, who was 1eleven years old at the time would talk to me one day. My parents told her the day I ran away that I pushed my father down the stairs and he suffered a heart attack and then I ran away. My father was not home when I ran away, but my parents needed to blame me for their shame. Being Croatian and living in a very religious community, it was a shame for a child to leave home, so he told everyone that he threw me out of the house because I attacked him.
I was sexually molested at the age five, being watched by a neighbor while my parents as new immigrants worked a lot. I kept hoping that my mother would stop working so that this man would not hurt me anymore, but she kept working. I was raped by a man that worked for my father when I was twelve years old. I had a crush on him, he took advantage of that; he was twenty-four years old. For years I never thought of it as rape, I felt responsible, but eventually I realized that I was under age, a little girl and he was an adult and should have known better. I hoped that he would never tell my parents because their punishments were brutal.
I married the first man that paid attention to me, who didn’t leave me after having sex. What did I know about love? I thought by having sex with a man that I would get love in return. My parents didn’t prepare me for the world, and I didn’t have very good role models either. I never saw my parents say a nice word to each other, sit beside each other, let alone kiss each other.
I had two children with this man, our marriage lasted five years because he abused me, I lost a child in between the two because he got drunk one night and kicked me in the stomach. I hoped the police wouldn’t ask me about it, because he said if I said anything that he would beat me some more.
During the birth of my son via a planned C-Section, my heart stopped. I was clinically dead for twelve minutes, flatlined I think you call it. I had an NDE experience, but not typical of the tunnel and stuff. It’s another story for another article and much too long to insert into this one.
After awakening from my coma which I was in for ten days, since I was hooked up to life support, I couldn’t talk so I gestured with my arms as if cradling a baby and the nurse told me she was going to go and get the baby. Doctors told my mother to get ready because they were not sure I would survive. After my heart stopped, they could not intubate me so they had to rush a tracheotomy, severed an artery and filled my lungs with blood. I hoped he was a boy — I wanted a boy. I had complications with both of my children because (finding out a few years ago), I was born with a severely deformed spine and pelvis. The babies got stuck in the pelvis, my heart stopped because of the spinal cord pressing on the heart.
After five years of marriage, I divorced my husband and ran away to Seattle WA, to complete my PhD in Psychology. I met a man there and he quickly moved in with us, I found out years after I left him that he had molested my daughter for three years. It started when she was eight and went on until she was eleven. Once my daughter realized he was not coming back, and we moved back to Canada, she felt safe enough to tell me. He claimed that he loved her, and that what he was doing was out of love. I moved in with my mother until I could find a place for myself and my children, but things got really hard and I attempted suicide with pain medications. I had suffered from pain most of my life, because my mother used to hit me over the back with a broomstick, telling me to straighten up. If only she took me to a doctor, I might not be living with chronic pain now.
My mother and daughter showed up in emergency just as I was fighting against having my stomach pumped. I kept telling the nurses that I wanted to die. It was very traumatic for my daughter to watch her mother in that condition.
I felt responsible for what happened to my daughter. I was so busy working on my PhD and working to support us, I never noticed the signs of abuse. I hoped that she would pull through this because I knew what it was like to be raped.
Just as I got my life together and my kids left home, just as I was working and making good money, I was diagnosed with Liver Cancer. Doctors didn’t give me much hope, but a colleague of mine referred me to a Chinese Doctor. He treated me, cured me and became my mentor and teacher. I have been working as a TCM practitioner for thirteen years.
Fast forward to twenty-five years later, looking back at my life, I am still amazed that I am “normal” today. It wasn’t easy, I spent thirty years of my life searching for truth. My NDE was necessary in order to awaken me; it went against everything my religion taught me. My priest told me it was the devil tempting me, although I couldn’t understand why the devil would have tempted me with love and light.
Hope is a meaningless word, it serves no purpose, it creates nothing. When we love, we love with intent. When we feel hungry, we eat. When we are sad we cry, but when we hope, we are nowhere and nothing happens. Hoping is like staring into empty space.
I no longer ”hope”, I even tell my clients after I tell them their healing will continue that hoping is giving their God all the power, and that they need to believe in their healing and not hope for it.
Why do we love to use the word hope so much?
We are taught and comforted with hope, it falsely creates the impression that if we feel hope, it’s a positive move towards whatever we are hoping for to realize. If you are hoping, you are not awakened yet. I can use “hope” in sentences or as a form of communication, but the dictionary defines it as “a feeling of expectation”. I hope you realize just how powerful you are. I didn’t know this at the time of all those traumas and events happening in my life over thirty years ago. But I know now that intuitively I knew who I was, but my parents, the priests, the teachers programmed me to believe that I was a piece of crap and that only God could save me. Yet I knew even as a small child looking out of my bedroom window on nights when I was punished for something, I would stare up to the stars and say “Please come and get me, I want to go home. Why did you leave me here, what have I done to deserve this hellhole?” This went on for years into my adult life, and it would perplex me to think and say that.
I believe we all know who we are when we come into this world, but the programming overwrites the program we come with and some people like myself get a reminder such as an NDE, and we start seeking and searching for our true identity, because nothing they teach us makes any sense, at least that is how I felt.
I can say that it isn’t psychology that helped me deal with my traumas growing up. The moment I realized who I was, the moment I pieced all the pieces to the puzzle together I understood why I chose the experiences that I did. Every single negative thought, emotion and memory of my past dissipated. Knowledge of GOD Creator “nous”, knowledge and understanding of who I was empowered me.
I, YOU, WE are so incredibly powerful and instead of “hoping” things will change, just know they will. Buddha said:”The only certainty in life is that nothing stays the same. Humans create their own suffering by living in the past and hoping things will change.” There is no need to hope for change because it’s already guaranteed through Universal Laws. We are eternal, immortal and beautiful. We are very powerful, and I hope that my story will inspire you to let go of words that keep us in one place, and help you to know and believe that change is coming, it’s the Law. It’s the Law of One, The Law of Attraction. Hope is like wishing, nothing happens but if you change your thought process, to know, it will come to you.
When I realized who I was, my life changed overnight. I no longer acted like a victim, no longer blamed anyone for my horrific experiences. Instead, I live in the moment, expect change and look forward to the changes taking place. Also, upon realization that I was a powerful being, a creator, my ego abandoned me. It no longer had a function in my life because I no longer use my mind to make decision; instead, I follow my heart and stay connected to my higher self.
When I look back at my life, I no longer wonder how I managed to get through; instead, I stand in AWE at the incredible human being that I always was and try to teach others how special they are. You see, it doesn’t take a psychologist to heal the traumas of our lives, it takes knowledge of who we are to put it all into perspective. That’s why people spend years in therapy, they may have a better understanding of why they behave or think in a certain way, but they still don’t know who they are. Not many psychologists will admit to this, and I am not saying they are not effective, I’m saying that they have no role in society. We are paid to listen, we have to follow rules that only allows us to be reactive and not proactive. There are no such things as mental illnesses, only wrong thoughts or incorrect perceptions. We are programmed from the day we take our first breath and are taught a set of rules that go against everything we stand for as human beings.
In 2004, I listened to my higher self, packed my bags and with a few thousand dollars in cash moved back to my country of birth, Croatia. I had no idea what I was going to do here and how I was going to live, I just knew it would work out. It has, I met the love of my life eight years ago, and he built me a beautiful home on a small island with 1500 population. I work when I want, eat when I want, sleep when I want and love when I want!
I know I had to come here for a reason, I know there is a reason for my moving here, I am being told to wait and prepare. When it starts, I will have my work cut out for me. I trust. I am ready.
I have to thank Stuart Wilde and his book “Whispering Winds of Change”. You have no idea how much that book changed my life and led me in the right direction. I am saddened that Stuart didn’t live long enough to see his book come true, but I am sure he is out there somewhere, smiling and celebrating. I came in contact with a psychic who told me I had Pleadean eyes, that I was an old soul and had lived over 300 lives on this planet, 80 lives as animals, 40 lives as plants and matter. Whatever the truth is in that is irrelevant, what matters is that we all chose to be here at this time, we the brave souls volunteered to help with the Ascension, the Event, the Changes. These are exciting times, and even if there was NOTHING to happen, I am prepared for anything that comes my way. I am ready for whatever happens because I know that this body is just a container for my experiences here on Earth. I have been in the LIGHT, I have felt the Love of the light, that place was familiar to me, I return there after each life, kiss Creator hello and goodbye.
It is my Alpha and Omega, I have a home away from home and I can’t wait to get off this planet and go back to wherever I am from. I never felt that I belonged here. I never let anyone control my life, I fought for justice, I could never understand why people kill each other, why we make wars, why we have to get a license/permission to drive. I believe it’s because I was a higher dimensional being and chose to come here for the Event. I think only the brave ones came here to go through this hellish experience we call 3D Earth. Change is here, it’s up to us how fast it will happen.
This is my story, my experiences, these are my perceptions and my reality. I am sure there will be those that may not agree with my reality, but it is MY reality, my experience. The purpose for sharing this story with you is because I come across so many souls who have time to whine and complain, but don’t have much time to do something about it. There are many of us who have gone through horrific experiences in our lives, but I am grateful for them because I believe I am a better human being for it.
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There is no difference between Politics and Religion. They both work towards stripping humanity of their dignity. Neither one allow humanity to think for itself.
Ines Radmen
If anyone has suggestions for our friends who are hurting, please post a comment below.
Unconditional love and only unconditional love.
Be the alchemy.
namaste
17 Comments:
this site has lost its mind.
the 'doubters' stuff was a bit much. now this.
hope you keep it to tour dates, music, whether Neil will play w/Stills in public again, etc.
send out an email when you've found your way again.
(and you want to know why Elliot R. thinks the way he does about this site)
and here comes the predictable onslaught of ridicule.
How do you know what Elliot Roberts thinks about TW?
If you have any kind of deep trauma or depression present in your life, then the single best thing you can do is see a professionally-trained counsellor, preferably one well-versed in Cognitive Behaviour Therapy.
With all respect for whoever wrote the above letter, I think it will be hard to pick the wheat from the chaff in this case, and you could very well end up on the wrong road. Running away from your problems is one thing that doesn't work, in the long term.
When it comes to psychology, professional scientific help is the gold standard; anything else can be (unintentionally, of course) quite dangerous.
Well it is a pretty powerful & moving "letter" - or whatever the writing format is. This woman has been through a tremendous amount of heartbreak & pain.
But as she alluded to, I disagree with her ultimate conclusions about life and about human beings.
She speaks of self-empowerment & of her realizing that she is a creator. She says that religion strips us of our humanity. Perhaps some religions do - I'm thinking of the oppressed women in Islamic countries among others.
But our lives and the world we see and the world we cannot see all flow from one Creator who is in ultimate control. God is sovereign. Try adding one second to your life - try stopping a natural heart attack as it is happening.
"For in Him we live and move and have our being."...Acts 17:28
Temporary suffering here on Earth only seems eternal when we're going through it.
"And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will Himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you."...1 Peter 5:10
I wish her peace and the love of Christ in her heart. Only God changes us; we are simply incapable of change within our own strength.
Her parents screwed her up big time - it happens and has been happening throughout human history.
But never confuse human evil with the goodness of the eternal Creator.
Only God is good - he imputes His goodness to us through His grace.
Peace and love indeed.
Neil believes in God - I hope he trusts in Christ before his Earthly demise. I think In Neil's book he says that Christianity is a myth. Only to those not yet awakened by the Spirit of truth. I used to think it was a myth also.
until the lightning strike set me free (nod to Eddie Vedder who bashes God repeatedly)
Jonathan
thrasher-
respectfully ask you consider focusing on Neil...
@8:42 - While we don't know exactly what Elliot thinks about TW, we think he's OK with what we do here. See
http://neilyoungnews.thrasherswheat.org/2010/08/vista-and-muse.html
@8:55 - Thanks for suggesting professional help. That's reasonable in many cases but when it comes to criminal behavior, often that route isn't available.
@Jonathan - thanks. It's been awhile. Neil's thoughts on religion in WHP were very interesting. We think everything changed for Neil with his NDE after his aneurysm. That's actually a big angle on this post.
ps - curious about Eddie and the lightning bolt?
@Tom - respectfully, we've been running this site for nearly 20 years and we think we've earned the right to veer off a bit every now & then. Besides if someone thought you could be of help, wouldn't you want to try? Take a chance? Step outside the box?
Without risk of failure there is no progress.
But as we just noted, there is all very strong connection here in everything we do and how it related to the music. If you're not making that connection, well, maybe try a little harder or just change your perspective a bit.
Simply put ; SPIRITUALITY - It's written in your heart and shines through you to others-- And Thrashers Wheat is like the sun today.
Contrary posters to this thread, and other threads I read on many other sites seem so cold and just kind of empty
inside. Sad actually they don't have the gift of spirituality......Church is whole other story--Going to Church is just the start. The Good Book Is Written In Your Heart-
thrasher-
respectfully, i do not like, enjoy or apprecaite the "veer"ing..
but you are right it is YOUR ball so you can do with it what you like..
how about you set up a link for your non-neil stuff so those interested in your "veer"ings can access it and those not interested don't have their time wasted...
"how about you set up a link for your non-neil stuff so those interested in your "veer"ings can access it and those not interested don't have their time wasted..."
Here here. This stuff's pure dross and takes TW down a few notches IMHO.
Hey Thrasher - my reference to Ed Vedder is a lyric from the title track to Lighning Bolt. Going back to Vitalogy in 1994 Eddie has taken more than a few shots at God and Jesus...Tremor Christ and the accompanying liner notes...Marker in the Sand from 'Avocado' where he 'calls God out'...and now Pearl Jam's new record takes it to another level.
The artwork to Getaway & the lyrics...he's being way more than disrespectful to those of us who believe in God...
It wouldn't be a conflict for me if PJ wasn't such a great band and if Ed didn't write such great songs...
Back to this post...the revelation of God's existence is evident in nature...but when His existence pierces your soul like a lightning bolt, all you can do is stand in awe...
Wow. There’s so much here, I don’t know that I could ever address everything said in the post and in the comments in one post. The best I can do is throw out a few thoughts, knowing that as soon as I post I’ll wish that I said more (or less), or said what I said differently. But, here goes nothing…
First of all, I totally get that a lot of people only want to come to a “Neil Young” site to hear and talk about Neil, and I don’t feel the need to criticize anyone for saying so. But just like Neil’s music, the life he has lead, and the passions that drive it all, some things seem to transcend others, and chronology, priority, and even simple common sense, many times must take a back seat. Thrasher received something, it spoke to him, and he acted on it. Like any rule that requires an exception to prove it, exceptions can be just that, and I don’t think in this case it necessitates a “non Neil stuff” link to deal with the “veering’s”. I just think that people can use this site like they do a TV- change the channel or turn it off. Granted, in this case it takes a while to confirm that the post is non Neil, and some time has been wasted for the veering averse, but I’d like to think we can all cut Thrasher a break now and then, regardless.
So, hope. I’m 55, and still dealing with my own life trauma’s, including almost checking out a few years ago, and if I’m being honest I have to say that hope played a big role in my life for years. But everything really is relative (or at least appears that way to our earth bound senses), and relative to this woman’s life experience, my life has been a walk in the park. Still, the same principle’s and dynamics apply across all experience. I’ve never really considered it this way before, but I have to say I agree that hope in and of itself is erroneous. What I finally came up against is one of the more maddening definitions of insanity- doing the same thing over and over, and expecting different results- and simple hope was one of those things to me.
Aspects of hope are not necessarily bad, but to be of any real value, they must be tied to something tangible. In the case of this woman’s post (it’s not clear to me what her name is), although she may not see it this way, “hope” has to do with a return “home” as defined by her NDE. In the case of some of the comments, it has to do with an understanding of Christ, as revealed through the redemptory incarnation of Jesus. In the case of a broken clock, hope is confined to being right just twice a day. At its best, it is a life long process of discernment, with highs and lows, and everything in between, and each according to the measure of faith they have received from the Creator (however you define or name this), will believe this now, and then later something at least a little different. The point here is that we never fully arrive, it’s about the journey. But faith, yes. A rational and/or logical argument either for or against what you believe about the origin and meaning of Life doesn’t work. A scientist or priest may get you to believe something by the power of words and persuasion, but in the end you either have faith in them or you don’t. Same goes for either an embrace or denial of “God”.
It’s revealing that this woman is pinning her “hopes”, for lack of a better way of saying it, to an “event” (Thrasher has referred to this as “The Big Shift”, I think) she is anticipating, without which life seems to have no other redeeming value (oversimplifying here), and otherwise simply wants to get back to the “light”. I’m sympathetic to her assertions that “my parents, the priests, the teachers programmed me to believe that I was a piece of crap”, that “There is no difference between Politics and Religion. They both work towards stripping humanity of their dignity. Neither one allow humanity to think for itself.”, or that “I, YOU, WE are so incredibly powerful”, and “We are eternal, immortal and beautiful.” I’ve devoted damn near my whole life to this same anticipation, and in damning the people at the top who are precipitating crisis, and actively seeking to disempower me in the bargain. I’ve always known that the paradigm we are living in cannot be sustained. You name the scenario, I have considered it, and in certain instances believed in its imminence right up until the moment it didn’t happen. I finally threw this whole mindset over for the attempt to live in the present moment only. Try it some time, it ain’t easy.
But even the present moment has to be informed by something. Here’s what it is for me right now, and I’m not trying to be preachy, or closed down to what others believe. I’m at odds with most of my fellow seekers, who believe that either you believe what they interpret the Bible to say, or you will suffer eternal damnation. I simply don’t believe this. In any event, here’s what I came to this morning at one of my Bible studies. The question was asked, if an angel appeared to you and announced the birth of a savior, would you do as the shepherds and wise men did when Jesus was born, drop everything and go? If so, what gift would you bring? The answer that came to me, was that I would bring my presence. I would bring my presence to the present moment, because this is the only time it is possible to live. All God wants is for us to be available to whatever It has put in our hearts, with which we can then truly be ourselves, in all our power and beauty.
C.S. Lewis argued that the “adversary” can only influence humanity in either the past or the future. The past less so, because it is static, and known. The future is far more deceiving because anything is on the table, any deception is possible. But the present moment is entirely God’s domain, and the only opportunity to be free. In this respect then hope, and even goals, are not optimal, they are at best aiming high, at worst always seeking and never finding.
Woody Allen said “Eighty percent of success is showing up.” Nothing can happen unless you make yourself available to your life. I don’t think we’re here just to eat, drink and be merry, or to be miserable for that matter. I think Life has put us here for a reason, and my goal is not to get out. The only question that remains, is how will I spend my time here, hoping or doing? Doing according to the puppet masters, or through Divine inspiration? Christ has been influencing Creation since before time, and is still in charge. Different people call It different things, while some who deny It’s existence still aspire to It’s attributes. Others embrace simple chaos.
A Friend Of Yours
"although she may not see it this way, “hope” has to do with a return “home” as defined by her NDE."
This is not correct. I think Ines believes she is going to return to the "light", as opposed to hope or faith.
A Friend Of Yours
@AFOY - Thanks as always for your sincere comments. Lots of good thoughts here.
We admit to being a bit taken aback by how many folks we heard from indicating this as inappropriate TW content. Yet this post saw some of the highest traffic we've seen since BSB & FA posts earlier this Fall.
So clearly you -- and many others -- do recognize the significance of what this post was about. And most importantly see how this ties into the core of Neil's body of work.
We do think if folks really step back into what NY's all about and what this writer says will undoubtedly see the true connection. There's a lot to absorb here if you're not tuned into the impending "Big Shift". It's never too late to open one's mind & heart.
For us -- on the big "god" question -- is that the subject is just so personal that each of us has to become enlightened as to what our "path" is and where it will take us. Not to get too esoteric here, but rusties are some of the most enlightened folks on the planet and we've learned so much from our fellow travelers.
And we can only say, walk with us. It's tons of fun. ;)
"Veer" on Thrasher.
These posts and comments expand thinking, and generally, outside of the 'spewing of rhetoric' bring the wheat together. I seem to remember 'faith, hope and love' being written as the greatest gifts, and the greatest of all being love.
Love and only love. It's where all the other gifts live together in harmony.
Peace and Love to all.
(Remembering John today too)
Thanks SONY. Exactly. LAOL.
Imagine indeed.
I like to read about Neil on this site.
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