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Dealing with Turbulence wisely – Guruji Krishnananda
As we had expected, we are witnessing turbulence happening at all levels, individual to global. This is a very unusual turbulence caused by the special energies brought down to earth by the Rishis. The turbulence brings to the surface our emotional, intellectual and spiritual struggles. We have to deal with them wisely. In the process, we learn and grow. Once we learn and move ahead, the turbulence vanishes. The Light helps us here, in understanding and setting our course right.
Channelling Light helps the world and also us, the channels. We must always remember that Light has great intelligence and wisdom. It knows what our problems are and rightly advises us. We may not be aware of the process at this level but we will be aware of it at a deeper level.
The Revolution by Light is a silent Spiritual process that is transforming the world.
Kennedy proposes joint mission to the moon
An optimistic and upbeat President John F. Kennedy suggests that the Soviet Union and the United States cooperate on a mission to mount an expedition to the moon. The proposal caught both the Soviets and many Americans off guard.
In 1961, shortly after his election as president, John F. Kennedy announced that he was determined to win the “space race” with the Soviets. Since 1957, when the Soviet Union sent a small satellite–Sputnik–into orbit around the earth, Russian and American scientists had been competing to see who could make the next breakthrough in space travel. Outer space became another frontier in the Cold War. Kennedy upped the ante in 1961 when he announced that the United States would put a man on the moon before the end of the decade. Much had changed by 1963, however. Relations with the Soviet Union had improved measurably. The Cuban Missile Crisis of October 1962 had been settled peacefully. A “hot line” had been established between Washington and Moscow to help avert conflict and misunderstandings. A treaty banning the open air testing of nuclear weapons had been signed in 1963. On the other hand, U.S. fascination with the space program was waning. Opponents of the program cited the high cost of the proposed trip to the moon, estimated at more than $20 billion. In the midst of all of this, Kennedy, in a speech at the United Nations, proposed that the Soviet Union and United States cooperate in mounting a mission to the moon. “Why,” he asked the audience, “therefore, should man’s first flight to the moon be a matter of national competition?” Kennedy noted, “the clouds have lifted a little” in terms of U.S.-Soviet relations, and declared “The Soviet Union and the United States, together with their allies, can achieve further agreements–agreements which spring from our mutual interest in avoiding mutual destruction.”
On this day in 1862, President Abraham Lincoln issues a preliminary Emancipation Proclamation, which sets a date for the freedom of more than 3 million black slaves in the United States and recasts the Civil War as a fight against slavery.
When the Civil War broke out in 1861, shortly after Lincoln’s inauguration as America’s 16th president, he maintained that the war was about restoring the Union and not about slavery. He avoided issuing an anti-slavery proclamation immediately, despite the urgings of abolitionists and radical Republicans, as well as his personal belief that slavery was morally repugnant. Instead, Lincoln chose to move cautiously until he could gain wide support from the public for such a measure.
Eulogy for Walter S. Mills, Jr.
Sunday, June 30, 1996 @ 3:00 PM
Friend’s Meeting House, Est. by the Quakers in 1753
Walt. The mere sound of the name evokes strong feelings in me. First of love. Second of enthusiasm. And as those two rush over me there is a third – excited anticipation. They all relate to the Walt we all knew. To me he was Uncle Walt for about half my life, until that enchanted trip to Bermuda when he became Butch and I became Sundance. And make no mistake, without Jinny’s great love and sense of humor, Walt couldn’t have been Butch and Skip couldn’t have been Sundance. There was a power and a mystery in those three.
Walt and Jinny invited me to come spend a week with in Bermuda. It was as fun filled a week as I have ever spent, and my life has not lacked for fun. About mid week it rained and we took refuge in Hamilton in a dark cool movie house. It was a holiday and all the young native Bermudans were out of school. The movie was Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. There was constant dialogue from a large youthful black audience. Right in the middle of the scene when the soundtrack played ‘raindrops keep falling on my head’ there was a loud sounding splat next me. I turned to see Walt grab his head. A large droplet had landed square. Another splat and Walt turned fiery with rage. A balcony overhung our seats and Walt was to going to kill whoever was spitting from the balcony. But the music continued and the drops continued to splat dead center on his bald head. The sound of thunder and rain on the roof was in almost equal volume to the music, Jinny and I lost it in convulsive laughter. Walt covered his head with a handkerchief, excepting his place as the recipient of the targeted leak and I even think I heard him humming ‘raindrops keep falling on my head’.
The next scene in the movie flashed to the trio’s arrival in Bolivia, a safe haven from the law and the promise of great riches. They stepped off the train, through the portico of what was once a house, and were surrounded by tumbleweed, sagebrush and pigs. Sundance looked at Butch and said, “What’s so great about Bolivia. There was a dramatic pause and eye contact. Then out of the balcony one of the young Bermudan boys screams, “Poke chops!” No one has ever laughed any harder than Walt. Jinny and I were a close second and third. But there it all was in that quintessential moment. Walt sharing his love for the moment, his enthusiasm for all of life’s quirks, and alive and boisterous in the instance of unexpected happening. The three of us left the movie house aglow, running through the downpour, jumping over retainer walls, and acting like the kids we would never let go.
The routine for the day would go something like this. Arise before the sun. Eat some breakfast and at barely the first light ride our motorbikes through the damp morning mist to Mid Ocean. Teddy would be ready with our bags and off we went. To play golf with Walt and Jinny was to experience true love. On reflection what I marvel at the most is how comfortable they were in the inevitable uncomfortableness we all feel within ourselves and with each other from time to time. And no other place than the golf course can expose those vulnerabilities so dramatically. They would cheer, console, coach, and concede. I never remember a time when there was an extended period without laughter and affection, though it often took some unusual form relative to my experience. With the round finished we would bike back to the house, refresh ourselves, and bike to one of the better restaurants for lunch. Same menu as dinner, half the price. Then we would tour or shop and return to the house where preparation would begin for the evening repast
At the bottom of the hill where the house sat, was a small shop that sold the wine. Inside its small room was this large cask of Portuguese red wine. Walt would say “Paissano” with a richness hung on every vowel and consonant. The game was this. Walt and I would get on our bikes and the last one inside the front door had to pay. Every afternoon Jinny stood in the front of the house as we started our race, explained what idiots we were and in her own way prayed for our healthy return. Walt and Skip were fast. Butch and Sundance were reckless.
On the evening of the leg of lamb and the cedar fire and the stories on the grassy lawn, and a later than usual bedtime – Walt reminded us of the banditos that came into the houses and took the money and that everything was going so well this trip, we should take our precautions. Always put the money and jewelry under the mattress. They intend no harm, they just want the money. Off to bed we went, with the scent of rosemary and cedar and earthen wine being kissed by the southern Atlantic breeze.
In the darkness of the next morning and Walt’s rustling I muddled to put myself together. Thick of body and mind. “Butch, the banditos have gotten us. My watch, money, its all gone.” Walt went to tell Jinny and a mad search of the house was underway. Anxiety was high. Jinny was the first to report nothing was missing of theirs. “Go back and check your room see what else is missing” I was instructed. We searched the room together. “My pants are gone. My shirt is gone.” Detective Walt pieced together all that had been said and all that had transpired and suggested I check under the mattress. Ahha! All there in one big clump. Safe from the banditos. Paissano. We laughed all the way to the golf course and through another glorious day.
There are so many wonderful Walt stories to be remembered,W.A.Hoo – the Chinese emissary, security systems at Hilltop, Steve’s cure for cancer and on and on. But when they are all told they simply underline what Walt was in life and in dying. Full of love, adventure, action and enthusiasm. What more fitting tribute could there be to a man’s life than to be surrounded in so many moments by a loving wife, four terrific children, and all these beautiful grandchildren. Walt lived and loved well and we will miss his presence.
And Butch, we’ll ride again together across other plains.
Some lessons happen over a lifetime. Others happen in an instant.
Either way, the paradox of strength is that it develops though pain.
Each misfortune cultivates a renewed appreciation.
Each obstacle fosters a new level of perseverance.
Each sadness teaches a greater depth of compassion.
Each challenge harvests a new field of possibilities.
We must fall down to rise up.
Again and again and again.
Don’t be pushed by your problems, be led by your dreams. Dr. Andrea Dinardo
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Independence Day (Día de la Independencia) is a Mexican holiday to celebrate the “cry of independence” on September 16, 1810, which started a revolt against the Spaniards. It follows from the day of the Cry of Dolores (El Grito de Dolores), on September 15.
Yesterday was my first to experience the day in Centro Historico Morelia. It was a sight to behold and experience.
On September 16, 1810, Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla, a Catholic priest, launched the Mexican War of Independence with the issuing of his Grito de Dolores, or “Cry of Delores.” The revolutionary tract called for the end of Spanish rule in Mexico, redistribution of land, and racial equality.
August 24, 1821, eleven years after the outbreak of the Mexican War of Independence, Spanish Viceroy Juan de O’Donojú signs the Treaty of Córdoba, which approves a plan to make Mexico an independent constitutional monarchy.
Morelia has been called the ‘cradle of Mexican Independence’ and for good reason. My apartment in Morelia is steeped in the memory of the Revolution and ultimate Independence. My street, Aquiles Serdan, is one block to the north of Madero, Morelia’s main avenue in Centro Historico, and one block south of 20 de Noviembre. Just to the east is the Aquaducto, the backbone of the city. Its stone construction was begun 1728, under the direction of the Bishop of Michoacán, Fray Antonio de San Miguel. In its 1700 meters’ length, there are 253 arches, but we can only see 234, because the rest is under ground. It reaches a height of almost 10 meters and has two water storage areas. It is one of the most striking architectural elements in the city.
Is it any wonder that this lover of history, political science, sociology feels blessed that God has deposited him in this sacred place. His temporary residency was just finalized this week. That saga is available in the pictured story of El Amigo Gringo, Turista a Residente.
Happy Independence Day Mexico!
Día de la Independencia en México
El Día de la Independencia es una fiesta mexicana para celebrar el “grito de la independencia” el 16 de septiembre de 1810, que inició una revuelta contra los españoles. Se sigue desde el día del Grito de Dolores (El Grito de Dolores), el 15 de septiembre.
Ayer fue el primero en experimentar el día en el Centro Histórico Morelia. Fue un espectáculo para la vista y la experiencia.
El 16 de septiembre de 1810, Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla, un sacerdote católico, lanzó la Guerra de la Independencia mexicana con la emisión de su Grito de Dolores o “Grito de Delores”. El tratado revolucionario exigía el fin del dominio español en México, redistribución de la tierra e igualdad racial.
El 24 de agosto de 1821, once años después del estallido de la Guerra de la Independencia de México, el virrey Juan de O’Donojú firma el Tratado de Córdoba, que aprueba un plan para convertir a México en una monarquía constitucional independiente.
Morelia ha sido llamada la “cuna de la Independencia de México” y por buenas razones. Mi apartamento en Morelia está empapado en la memoria de la Revolución y la Independencia definitiva. Mi calle, Aquiles Serdan, está a una cuadra al norte de Madero, la avenida principal de Morelia en el Centro Histórico, y una cuadra al sur de 20 de Noviembre. Justo al este se encuentra el Aquaducto, la columna vertebral de la ciudad. Su construcción en piedra se inició en 1728, bajo la dirección del obispo de Michoacán, Fray Antonio de San Miguel. En sus 1700 metros de longitud, hay 253 arcos, pero solo podemos ver 234, porque el resto está bajo tierra. Alcanza una altura de casi 10 metros y tiene dos áreas de almacenamiento de agua. Es uno de los elementos arquitectónicos más llamativos de la ciudad.
¿No es de extrañar que este amante de la historia, la ciencia política, la sociología se sienta bendecido de que Dios lo haya depositado en este lugar sagrado? Su residencia temporal acaba de finalizar esta semana. Esa saga está disponible en la historia ilustrada de El Amigo Gringo, Turista a Residente.
Feliz Día de la Independencia México!