“One day you will see… But I will not be here…“
I do see now, Dad. And you will always be here, always in our Father’s perfect love.
Releasing all your pain, blessing you from my deepest heart,
Your little Λέων
“One day you will see… But I will not be here…“
I do see now, Dad. And you will always be here, always in our Father’s perfect love.
Releasing all your pain, blessing you from my deepest heart,
Your little Λέων
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Plutonia and I watched an interesting post-apocalyptic film yesterday, which wonderfully combines with the following prose poem dearest Heidrun Regina shared today in the German original. The film, an image from which I use towards the end of this post, may be too noisy and brutal for some, but these lines will be gratefully appreciated by all dear ones.
Wolfgang Borchert was a German author and playwright who served in the Wehrmacht during the Second World War, and who in his works never compromises in questions of humanity and humanism. He wrote Dann gibt es nur eins! a few days before he died at the age of 26, in 1947.
We still need this spirit today, and it seems that even the gentler souls among us, often especially these precious ones, will be called to be brave, each in our own unique ways, never alone, never getting lost in this world, all of us together joining hands and keeping the connection between Heaven and Earth, the awareness of our Love essence.
Thank you, Heidrun. Thank you, everyone. 💜 🙏 Leon
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Translated by Ryan Wilcox
Then There’s Only One Thing To Do!
You. Man at the machine and man in the workshop. If they order you tomorrow to stop making water pipes and cook pots and start making helmets and machine guns, then there’s only one thing to do:
You. Girl behind the counter and girl at the office. If they order you tomorrow to fill hand grenades and mount scopes on sniper rifles, then there’s only one thing to do:
You. Factory owner. If they order you tomorrow, to sell gun powder instead of talcum powder and cocoa, then there’s only one thing to do:
You. Researcher in the laboratory. If they order you tomorrow, to invent a new death to do away with old life, then there’s only one thing to do:
You. Poet in your room. If they order you tomorrow not to sing love songs, but songs of hate, then there’s only one thing to do:
You. Doctor at the sick bed. If they order you tomorrow to certify men as fit for war, then there’s only one thing to do:
You. Minister in the pulpit. If they order you tomorrow to bless murder and praise war as holy, then there’s only one thing to do:
You. Captain on the steamer. If they order you tomorrow not to transport wheat but cannons and tanks, then there’s only one thing to do:
You. Pilot at the airfield. If they order you tomorrow to carry bombs and incineraries over cities, then there’s only one thing to do:
You. Tailor at your table. If they order you tomorrow to start sewing uniforms, then there’s only one thing to do:
You. Judge in your robe. If they order you tomorrow to report to the military court, then there’s only one thing to do:
You. Man at the train station. If tomorrow they order you to give the signal for the ammunition and the troop trains to depart, then there’s only one thing to do:
You. Man in the village and man in the city. If they come for you tomorrow and with your induction papers, then there’s only one thing to do:
You. Mother in Normandy and mother in the Ukraine, you, mother in Frisco and London, you, on the banks of the Huang Ho and the Mississippi, you, mother in Nepal and Hamburg and Cairo and Oslo – mothers in all regions on earth, mothers all over the world, if they order you tomorrow to bear children – nurses for military hospitals and new soldiers for new battles, mothers all over the world, then there’s only one thing to do:
Say NO! Mothers, say NO!
Because if you don’t say NO,
if YOU don’t say no, mothers, then;
In the noisy port cities, hazy with steam, the large groaning ships will grow silent, and like titanic, mammoth corpses, filled with water, they will lethargically totter against the lifeless, lonely, algae-, seaweed-, and shell-covered walls of the docks, the body that previously appeared so gleaming and threatening now reaking like a foul fish cemetery, rotten, sickly and dead –
the streetcars will be senselessly bent and dented like dull, glass-eyed birdcages and lie like petals beside the confused, steel skeletons of the wires and tracks, behind rotten sheds with holes in their roofs, in lost, crater-strewn streets –
a mud-gray, heavy, leaden silence will roll in, voracious and growing in size, will establish itself in the schools and universities and theaters, on sport fields and children’s playgrounds, horrible and greedy and unstoppable –
the sunny, juicy grapes will spoil on the neglected slopes, the rice will dry up in the desolate earth, the potatoes will freeze in the plowed fields and the cows will stretch their dead, rigid legs into the sky like upturned milking stools –
in the institutions, the ingenious inventions of the great physicians will become sour, rot, mold into fungus –
the last sacks of flour, the last jars of strawberries, the pumpkins and the cherry juice will spoil in the kitchens, chambers and cellars, in the cold storage lockers and storage areas – the bread under the upturned tables and on splintered plates will become green and the melted butter will smell like soft soap, the grain on the fields will have bent down to the earth alongside rusty plows like a defeated army, and the smoking, brick chimneys, the food and smokestacks of the stamping factories, covered by eternal grass, will crumble, crumble, crumble –
then the last human being, clueless with slashed intestines and polluted lungs, will wander alone under the poisonous, glowing sun and vacillating constellations, wander lonely among immense mass graves and cold idols of the gigantic, concrete-block, deserted cities, the last human being, scrawny, mad, blasphemous, complaining – and his terrible complaint: WHY? will trickle away unheard into the steppe, waft through the burst ruins and die out in the rubble of churches, slap against inpenetratable bunkers, fall into pools of blood, unheard, answerless, the last animal-like cry of the last animal human being –
all of this will come about, tomorrow, tomorrow perhaps, perhaps already tonight, if – if – if – you don’t
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Our YES to Peace
keeps the connection
between Heaven and Earth,
the awareness of our Love essence.
S I L E N C E
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doesn’t actually mean
they always have to smile.
You don’t see them around, for
they don’t have enough to go around.
Homelessness looming over their heads.
they still share your building so gratefully.
You’re struggling middle class, they outcasts,
their endless effort cancelled out by sabotages
so heavy you don’t have the nerve to listen to.
You cannot handle how they make ends meet.
You’d rather share more reasonable challenges.
So you prefer accusing them of avoiding you,
of being too anything to change their lives.
They are among the ones who change all,
and exactly therefore they could never
live up to this world’s expectations,
now not even to your stereotypes
of the servitude of poverty.
They’ve been serving more
than you can imagine.
Their humility is
to be accepted
as readily as the
power they exude,
so gentle and yet scary,
because it makes you ponder
that under this load of theirs,
you would be crushed for sure.
Alien to your alliances, they seem
lost in the abode of Hades and yet
glowing with enviable brightness.
So easy to keep stepping on them,
guiltlessly increasing their debts,
saying you do hope for their best,
that somehow they (o paradox)
find some decent jobs and be
paying even more taxes,
keep the system alive,
to become normal,
functional cogs of your
whose fakeness sickens you
with fear-based metaphysics.
But the system works for you.
They are Not here to destroy it,
but regardless of their intention,
it’s them, its rejects who threaten
your worldview in a silent way,
the economy with loud collapse.
Your reflection in them’s weird,
their mirror here for a reason.
Do they ever force it on you?
Don’t they applaud your
ensuring the survival
of you and yours?
they will feel
if your turn comes
to be in their shoes.
Freude for them is
too deep an ode,
a constant like
and one day
talk behind their back
and even feel jealous of
genuinely happy people,
know it is deep suffering
they have been transmuting
that makes them appreciative
of the purpose of everything,
every good or bad thing
in Everyone’s life.
Their breath is
not of this
are the ones who
This is how
to be breathing
in this illusion.
You always share
their every breath.
Why not make yours
a blessing for them too?
Open to higher consciousness
and transform this world in Love.
Bow to the divinity in one another
and be genuinely happy.
It is time.
A good time
for spreading sacredness.
Leon From Hades to Light, Summer of 2016
L = Leon
M = Michael; a 70-year-old fruit vendor in our weekly market, whom I had not seen before and have not seen again since about two months ago, when our below-described encounter took place, in an initially inside-and-out cold morning.
M: (still talking to his previous male customer, to whom I believe he has just given away some fruit) “… Only your love; I want nothing else. And never mind them in high places; they cannot undo what we are.”
L: “Good morning.”
M: “Good morning.”
L: “60 cents per kilo, these oranges?” (He has better-looking ones on his bench, with 1 Euro per kilo)
M: “Yes; but allow me; you’re not buying anything unless you try first…” (in no time he takes a little knife and deftly peels a ripe orange, leaving its base for me to hold it by)
L: “No no, thanks, it’s not necessary…” (*I disagrrrowl*, goes my stomach)
M: “It’s OK, son” (offers it to me, turns to serve another customer, returns as I am swallowing the last mouthful of sweetest fragrant sunlight)
L: “May you always have its sweetness.”
M: “You too. Here (handing me a plastic bag); choose what you like.”
After a while I give him back a half-full bag to weigh, and as I am handing him a couple of coins and am about to thank him and leave, I feel him serenely staring at me…
M: “What is your name?”
L: (hesitating for a breath, a little overwhelmed by the somehow otherwordly, ageless radiance coming through this elderly man’s quietly kind demeanour) “Λέων.”
Μ: “Come here, Λέων (actually he comes round to me, to the customers’ side of the bench). Open your bag. These are from me. They are fine inside, it’s only their skin, see? Squeeze some nice juice out of them.”
L: “Thank you so much… If you knew how we are struggling…” (I cannot keep these words from flowing out of my heart; I feel like I am talking to an all-understanding, most compassionate angel in human form)
M: … (keeps on silently filling my bag, knows I am not whining or expecting any response, feels my gratitude and I… as we stand side by side… I feel his blessings enfold me like a warm blanket!)
L: “And your name?”
L: … (Michael? My guardian Archangel? Thank you Heaven for always hearing!) “Thank you so much Μιχάλη.”
M: “Be well, son.”
For there are companions, and they come in the valley of tears, they come with hands raised, and they will not be judged!
Judges never have danced under the moon, no sir, they never have danced under the moon.
Judges all around you everywhere you go, morphed into your spirit, they tell you where you should go. Everywhere since worlds began, there’s been hypocrisy, some little law based on criminality. Politics in places, spurn they the mystery, of all that is in your heart, know they not when you breathe. Did you know that scares them, when you look unto the moon, frightens them like Socrates, frightened that, which never blooms. Like those three men of old, Meletus, Anytus and Lycon, they could not see, those shiny companions that loved philosophy!!! Judges never have danced under the moon, no sir, they never have danced under the moon.
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The outcry is deafening, even if it’s only the eyes doing the screaming. Stoic eyes, angry eyes, fearful eyes, defiant eyes. You see them everywhere. You see them in the endless queues in front of the ATMs, where people, patiently and anxiously at the same time, are waiting to withdraw those few precious banknotes that will ensure basic survival for themselves and their loved ones for one more day. You see them in the supermarkets, where those precious banknotes are exchanged, often with slightly trembling hands, for groceries, maybe even at a gas station that still has some fuel to offer, cash only of course, filling up their cars.
And this is about it. Then you see them no more. Empty streets and silence. Only that haunting whisper remains: What is to become of us?
Summer of 2015. Welcome to Greece, the perfect holiday resort. Great weather, beautiful beaches, glorious mountains. But where did all the Greeks go? To the pits of Hell.
Ever since last Sunday, the storm clouds that had been gathering for so long now, finally broke out into one perfect storm. Financial lockdown. The final strangulation of an entire nation that is being brought to its knees.
I will not concern myself here with the reasons for all of this, the debate would be endless and pointless. Sure, pointing the finger is easy, but do you really believe that you know the entire truth, when you feel compelled to put the blame on someone?
I can only describe what I see, and try very hard not to lose heart.
Old people, old, frail and often sick people are being driven like cattle under close police watch into a few selected bank branches to collect all in all 120 Euros from their pensions or savings for the entire week, just because they don’t possess an ATM card out of fear or mistrust for the use of ATMs. In some cases their pensions have not even been paid yet into their accounts and they return home empty-handed. The rest of us are allowed to withdraw 60 Euros per day, oops, I’m sorry, I meant 50 Euros, as 20 Euro bills have already become a rare sight in most ATMs. If, of course, we have any savings left, if our employer has been able to pay us our salary, if we even have a job.
Money transfers to and from other countries have ceased completely, leaving thousands of Greeks, students, travellers, patients undergoing treatment in foreign hospitals stranded abroad without any access to cash or even the use of credit and debit cards issued by Greek banks. Those in Greece who are totally dependent on money transfers from relatives living and working abroad or foreign pension funds are also left to fend for themselves, as Greek banks don’t have enough cash reserves to satisfy demand, even with those tight withdrawal limits. According to various statements off the record, cash flow from the ATMs will most probably stop by Monday, sending even more shockwaves to the system. Money is just being recycled within the borders of our country, creating a false sense of normality, while banks announced on Thursday that they will be now accepting cash deposits for tax payments and the like only! Sure, we all are supposed to be hiding billions of cash under our mattresses, our personal “Stroma Bank” which Greeks are bitterly joking about, “stroma” being the Greek word for mattress.
Commercial and financial activity has broken down to a total deadlock. Greater and smaller business are unable to keep up their work cycles without access to their bank accounts and with their materials running out fast, employees are asked to stay at home without any pay, suppliers cannot be paid anymore, imports and exports have stopped and it is only a matter of days before shortages in food and other commodities starts getting more noticeable with subsequent price increases. Pharmacies have already begun rationing pharmaceutical drugs, life-saving treatments are being broken off, the national healthcare system that has been crumbling for so long, is now collapsing. Remote regions of the country are facing serious fuel shortage as gas stations just cannot refill their tanks. A supplementary economy such as that of Greece cannot survive in a globalized environment without the necessary imports for almost every aspect of everyday life, as the productive basis of the country was destroyed decades ago, and even food production, in an otherwise blessed-with-an-almost-perfect-climate-and-rich-soil-to-grow-literally-anything country cannot cover the needs of the entire population. Hellas, the country of eternal light, is in immediate danger of going hungry on a large scale.
And today, on July 5th, we are being asked to choose. The referendum is underway, and millions of seriously traumatised and disturbed people are asked to act rationally, to demonstrate sound judgment, when all the while a divisive wedge has been driven deeply into the very core of an innately peaceful nation. For five years now, the Greeks have been collectively bashed, ridiculed, insulted, humiliated. This has resulted in mutual feelings of being exploited and threatened with the rest of Europe. We are being perceived as crooks and blackmailers, they are being perceived as cold-blooded assassins. No common ground anymore. In certain parts of Greek society the initial sense of despair and indignation has mutated into an all-devouring rage and the tormented ones are about to turn into tormentors. All this has been witnessed again before, with devastating results, when another nation, another people, to whom I am also deeply connected by blood, was pushed over the edge, bringing forth from its ranks a dictator that drenched the entire world in blood. Size and military strength don’t always play such a crucial role, sometimes all it takes is just a tiny spark.
In times such as these, when everyone feels darkness and madness prevailing, I am greatly blessed to be engulfed in my very own ray of hope.
Leon, light of my life, song of my soul, you are the one reason that I do not falter, that I keep on fighting, that I keep on believing. The warm embrace of your arms, the tender touch of your lips, the loving blaze in your eyes, those very same eyes that so powerfully compelled me to call you my Brighteyes when our young hearts connected for the first time, the whole of you sustains me, warms me, empowers me. We have been through so much together, side by side we have fought and won uncountable wars and still the sensation of my hand inside yours thrills me like the very first time. So many times they tried to break us up. They failed. So many times the world came tumbling down on us. We managed to go on. With you on my side, I know that we will also weather this storm out. We will prevail. In this lifetime or the next. You have my love, purely, absolutely. Always and forever.
Plutonia of SolitaryThinkers, July 2015
Although it is already clear that our new government is NOT here to save the poor of Greece, today I thought I’d follow my brother Daniel’s advice to hang up my weapon and come play a bit.
Plutonia and I present you a glorious piece of German self-irony. The German comedian and TV host Jan Böhmermann brought out today the following hilarious video.
This satire you’ll enjoy aims mostly at the German media exaggerations against this brilliant academic who is now the finance minister of our new government, Mr. Yanis Varoufakis, the person I first showed you [here], the one whom Telegraph’s Ambrose Evans-Pritchard called “the new heart-throb for the thinking German woman”. An amazingly powerful gentleman, anyway you [look at him].
Varoufakis is a proud Aries Sun, with also Venus in Aries, and otherwise mostly watery. The comedian Böhmermann who sings in the video, is a natal Pisces and progressed Aries Sun, a Scorpio Moon, with his Mercury and Venus on the same degree in Aquarius.
Beware Please: Varoufakis’s seemingly offensive remark and gesture at the end of the video, is a totally misleading excerpt of a speech of his. Greece (and let alone our goddesses, but [this] is what some media are paid to be doing) is NOT showing the finger to any country! Anyone who watches the rest of his remarks, knows that he is anything but offensive, and that he actually says exactly the opposite!
And now dearest friends, enjoy! The actor who impersonates our minister is infinitely feebler than Varoufakis himself, but a good laugh is a good laugh! Βοήθεια! means “Help!”.
I do see, Daniel, and I have never worn any political labels. But surface storms roil even the deepest ocean.
Thank you for this salvation prophecy of a poem offering, my mystical brother. You know I’d rather disappear than be upsetting people. Thank you for so wonderfully centering me back to not be feeling victim to the games anyone plays.
A world be known, beloved people; a world be known… Leon
Wonderful, that tip of your mind, that part the rebel blind, thinking you can change the world, watching leftist dance in swirls. Do you not know, that change is a constant see, what you deem change for some, will be your frivolity. For indeed time is change, prepare yourself to see a new way, for all your cultural wars, will end up at your door. That hooded monk, the one with thesis that he wrote when he was drunk. Those points of liberation, come down to libation, he and all those since, those before with weapons spent, they change the world they say, oh nothing little rebel changes anyway. Blame the one you hate, you’re not full of love when you forsake, that one with which you disagree, they’re not so stupid, you’re the one who can’t see. This world has a day, war, creation all the same its foundation…
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These lines, our dear Clarissa,
I write to celebrate you
at this important point in your life,
the closing of a major cycle,
the opening of another.
I know how the grave taskmaster
is right now at his harshest with you.
My first “tough love” planet’s return
was when my girl moved in with me.
It was both heaven and hell
wrapped up in one; with hell on top.
You can’t escape “hell on top”,
I feel so deep your daily struggles,
but you’ll survive; I know you’ll thrive.
Those who destroy us will not give up;
their twisted wisdom is nothing like Saturn’s,
but even they will help us see
what we are really here for.
Your clear conscience is pure gold.
I am so very proud of you
aching for those who suffer.
Please know I’m always by your side,
praying for our spirits to hold fast.
Let go of the past, its pain and tears;
all future darkness to survive,
you don’t need bitterness and fears.
You know you saved me on my birthday,
I know you’ll save many more
and that their gratitude will bless you.
So glad you started your own blog!
Your tales will not remain untold!
You’ll find real healing if you choose
to be investing of yourself
only in those who care,
who go out of their way to honor you.
The rest we’ll be fending off together.
My heart is yours,
the brightest of Saturn cycles!
Your friend and brother,
Your exact Saturn Return is more than two weeks away, Clarissa, but this is a major twice-in-a-lifetime change and I know your soul has been struggling amid the agonizing transition phase. I thankfully feel you as a rising force, too. I had decided to offer you my wishes through this all-yours WordPress page before you started your blog, to get you going and to give you faith that in this community you will find beautiful people who will truly care for You as the amazing person that you really are. I am so happy that you launched Viva Combusta!, I am already a big fan of yours relishing your insights, and deeply honored by your reblogging my previous post; you were my muse, you know, for creating that quote image with the Native American medicine woman, among other things. Now I can rest assured you will say whatever you want to say in your own unique way, through astrology and I can’t wait to see what else, and I encourage you to do it even when you think that your thoughts and feelings might seem too heavy or even desperate and depressive; the creative process will be helping your gloominess recede and attracting kindred souls who will be shedding their light on you. You have been a saving grace for me, and not just on my birthday. Thank you so much for empathizing with Plutonia and for your uplifting angel-candle prayers. Please know that all members of your small family are also on my heart’s prayers list for their personal challenges and their problems with you to be alleviated, for their true selves to shine and to allow you your freedom to grow.
The Sun-Plutonian-by-conjunction lead singer Joseph Williams in the following concert video (son of composer John Williams) definitely exudes something of my passion, so I’ll have him and the rest of this amazing band I’ve always loved close my wishes to you. This is from Toto’s live concert celebrating their 35th Anniversary in Poland in 2013. When their Seventh One album was released in 1988, my struggling, one-man-against-the-world eighteen-year-old self was absolutely enthralled with this song, and I didn’t know that somewhere in that Home of the Brave, in the little package of a three-year-old baby girl, there was this brave soul mate of mine to whom I would one day dedicate it. So here we are! Here’s to your staying calm and courageous during this transition and always, in the face of all your struggles; here’s to your expressing your inner power and unfolding your charm against all obstacles, so that on your second Great Teacher’s return, when you are 58 and Plutonia is 71 and I am 73, we will all be embracing, grateful that we recognized each other and have helped each other be the authors of our own lives. “We will be turning the same curves together, all of us”, remember? I love you Clarissa.
It was my Solar Return seventy eight days ago, on August 10th. My birthday.
Instead of counting my curses as I was pushing mid-forties, I wanted to invoke my guardian Archangel’s guidance.
Failed. Couldn’t receive it. Stole the joy of life out of the one person who supports me in my physical life.
I became an etymological Lunatic on that day; the Full Moon, actually a Super Moon glowing ominously at its perigee, affected me overwhelmingly negatively as it was opposing my natal Sun, Mars and Midheaven, and squaring my natal Saturn and Moon. We would be lucky if that was all. Both Plutonia and I have too many harsh aspects going on against us for many years now. Even the most benevolent planetary influences have never been able to materialize as such, blocked by too much sabotage, hatred, rampant mental illnesses in both our families of origin, all this in Greece of all pseudo-Western countries; in Greece where survival and the continuation of life has always depended on family support and strong social networks with ties to the political high places. No such things for us; ever. Only systematic destruction of any opportunities that had ever started flourishing thanks to our personal efforts against insane obstacles.
“I AM”. This is the motto of any decent Leo Sun person, and I am a strong representative of my Sun sign. “I KNOW” encapsulates the Aquarian worldview, and Plutonia has been toiling all these years with me over one book-translation assignment after another, generously offering her knowledge, passion, research skills and deep insights on anything, for nothing. Our enthusiastic readers and critics were not “nothing” of course, but we were just two names for them (in the best case; if we were not ghost-writing, that is), we had been slaving away for peanuts and there was no way we could achieve any degree of financial independence. But even my Leonine self-worth has been mercilessly torn down since the onset of the debt crisis. If as a citizen you are not somehow plugged in to the corrupt state (good people are, too; some innocently and ignorantly protected souls wouldn’t be able to survive otherwise), or if you cannot somehow leave the country, you are doomed. Greece is now the poorest country in Europe even officially. The staggering effects of poverty on a taxed-to-death population cannot be measured in a statistically objective manner; the reality is incomparably harsher than any governmental data could ever help any external observer suspect, but even a cold poverty report is much-telling if you know that behind the numbers and charts there are real human beings suffering like the old woman shown here with her empty refrigerator: 300 factual words on the latest poverty report which was published on September 25th by the Greek government. Ghandi was right. Poverty really is the worst form of violence.
When your entire life has led to your standing naked in an endlessly raging storm with nothing to hold on to, sometimes it certainly seems that the whole universe conspires against you, and you cannot keep yourself, or let anyone else keep you, from cascading into the depths of Hades. I never really had any fun on my birthdays, but this year’s was the worst one I ever had. Plutonia and I thankfully made up without being traumatized by my episode of unbearable pain, because holding any more traumas inside us would be impossible. So many ugly developments here have made our life into a protracted painful experience, keeping us exhausted and beaten down, our bodies aching and unable to rest, and I could not share this part of my healing journey earlier, dear friends. It took me too long to put it down here in a meaningful and balanced way, while having to be constantly remaking myself.
Sadly most fellow humans are not allowed to complete what each one of us has really come here for, but I firmly believe that despite all this darkness, there is only wisdom in the bigger picture we cannot see. Please know that I have been keeping my faith (and supporting Plutonia against her mortally blackmailing relatives to the best of my abilities), thanks to the warmth of your lives touching mine, that I extend my healing energies to you daily, for you to be kept protected and strong, smiling amid your own sufferings, sometimes even crying with gratitude.
I am spiritual, not religious, but I honour as kin, I infinitely love and I fiercely defend anyone who believe with their hearts and find meaning and comfort in any religious faith.
With the poetry that follows, I release my birthday pain to be cleansed in the ethers of eternity, some of it passing through you and carrying away some of your own pain to be cleansed with it.
My guardian Archangel is Michael, a powerful Being of Light, my protector and instiller of divine courage.
O Great Lion of God,
Ruler of Fire and Solar orb,
Angel created first of all,
Leader of all the Archangels!
Protect me, give me courage!
Physically and psychically I shake,
I cannot stand this anymore
and let alone help others.
Am I not ready to depart?
Must I keep up this struggle?
What use is following my truth
when all around me is crumbling?
For no system pawns, life here is hellish!
You leave abroad, a torn-down hero,
or if you can’t, you are doomed to perish.
Birth rates of Greeks are down to zero.
There is no life, no prospects here,
only enslavement for some of the young.
I just don’t know how to survive,
“I” who was never “someone”.
The fighter in me is crying for help.
You conquered Satan himself.
You taught Adam survival.
Could you please help me now achieve
my personal revival?
is at your keeping.
UNGRATEFUL LITTLE OLD SOUL!
Ungrateful Little Old Soul!
You think you’ve had enough,
when all that has befallen you
is inner growth through trials.
I have been by your side all along.
I know how much you suffered
growing up ill, dead to the world.
Stop counting your curses.
You don’t want another birthday?
Oh, that’s not very nice.
Just wait and see what lies ahead;
you won’t believe your eyes.
Are you not smelling cherry pie?
Your twin soul is baking for you!
She never could afford buying you gifts.
Do not finish her off with your despair.
She’s trying to help you on your path,
you’re too tired of life and so is she;
she hangs in there, you want to leave.
You’ll make her give up on herself if you don’t heal.
She never tricked you into a thing.
You saw that storm above her head,
and soon what she called “parents”.
You were just as honest about your folks.
She recognized all hell moving against you
and never let go of your hand.
You’ll honour your agreement!
When tempted to think
she doesn’t understand you,
remember she’s not your enemy,
neither are her blackmailing relatives
nor is anyone else. No, “the worst by far”
are not my words, but do look in the mirror.
Spare me that eye roll.
Was living with yourself
ever a country stroll?
So you are stripped below the essentials.
Since when is Being not enough?
I see you lost in starless nights.
What a creator you’ve become!
Listen to me please, will you?
cannot and will not
kill all this Love you are.
War on humanity will not.
Evil itself will not.
See the Higher Realms in others,
and never ever feel alone, for there are
many peaceful warriors like yourself;
some of the finest, soul mates of yours.
Do honour your agreement,
carefully please, gently, gracefully,
with each one of them.
You can help them all remember
if you are lovingly aware
of your glorious
part of All.
Feel My Wings Around Your Soul
towards the light.
The other way.
Taxiarch Archangel Michael, Μιχαήλ, מִיכָאֵל , “Who is like God”
To Leon of SolitaryThinkers,
August 10, 2014
O O O
O O O O
So much extra ugliness has been unmasked here since my birthday, dear friends, that the war seems to be over for good for us now. We are faced with an ever direr set of circumstances, and we are already defeated. It’s not any sort of failure on our part that there’s absolutely nothing more we can do, in the Protestant work-ethic sense of “doing”, to undo the consequences of all that has brought us here. I do not wait for miracles to happen; each and all of us are miracles and we attract all we need. Life is an educational illusion, and if we must go on here, we will. I sense that we must. I just don’t know how we can be resurrected into a human society we never lived in. That’s a quite tragic situation for any middle-aged individuals anywhere, let alone in Greece today.
Please do not ever punish yourselves if you feel you are losing your way. Keep on lovingly working on yourselves without ever beating yourself up for any failures of yours. Our world is under too many spiritual and physical attacks. Some of you feel too heavy inside. Do not burden yourselves with guilt or feelings of inadequacy to prevent loved ones from leaving this world. Our essence is immortal, unbound by space or time. This is such a blessed fellowship of kindred souls because each one of us is aware of our divine nature. Keep up the fight and let us all keep on truly loving and fiercely supporting one another at every precious moment.
My very first post, published on the 2013 Winter Solstice, was Because We Cannot Stop For Death. I honor a very special person there, with whom we have not managed to maintain contact because of all this hell with Plutonia’s destructive paternal family, but I wouldn’t have discovered her without Plutonia. It’s Willow I am talking about. Our wisely anarchic and hard-working Canadian sister Willow of Willow’s Web Astrology has been helping me and especially Plutonia immensely through her free articles for years now, even without us ever having been able to afford a personalized reading. Our understanding of astrology wouldn’t have reached this level without her soulful approach. It doesn’t matter if you are a beginner or advanced in your study of astrology; her unyielding spirit and spot-on insights will offer you a truly healing experience. Here is a video showing Willow during a radio show in 2012; jump to minute 8:00 please, where she talks briefly about the four primary asteroids. And then click on her logo below and follow the instructions to purchase a personalized reading by this amazingly intelligent, self-taught and unaffiliated, socio-politically educated and passionately humanitarian astrologer who can jump-start you into a journey of self-discovery. Thank you so much, Willow; trudging on here would be so much harder without You.
Before you leave this refuge for now, dear friends, shall we work together beautifully for a while? As you listen to this healing spiritual music below, connect with me and with everyone who matters in your life, especially with those souls who get easily lost in dark places. Let our hearts be lifted up with gratitude and light up the world with a joy as pure as this eleven-months-old’s at the beginning of this post. Always love.
From an anonymous Greek author somewhere in the Greek-speaking web.
Hier die deutsche Übersetzung.
We were afraid that we would lose our salaries and social benefits, and now our salaries have shrunk to social benefits.
We were afraid that protesting through strikes would cost us wages, and now we’ve lost our jobs altogether.
We were afraid of the economic refugees storming our country, and now we see our own children becoming economic refugees.
We were afraid of the banks going bankrupt, and now the banks are throwing us out of our own homes.
We were afraid that we would lose our savings, and now we are left with no money at all.
We were afraid they would remove our agricultural subsidies, and now they are taking away our very fields.
We were afraid of pension cuts, and now we cannot even afford our medicine.
We were afraid we would be faced with fuel rationing, and now we’ve been massively forced to give up our cars and we live in cold apartments.
We were afraid of poverty and social decline, and now a growing world of fellow citizens survive thanks to soup kitchens and garbage cans.
We were afraid that the pension funds would collapse, and now their reserves have been depleted through the Private Sector Involvement.
We were afraid that the demonstrations in the center of Athens would negatively affect shop sales, and now all Greek city centers are full of locked-up shops.
We were afraid of a direct confrontation with the government, and now we direct our hatred to the civil servants, the freelance professionals, the homeless, the beggars.
We were afraid to make demands on our employers, and now we get annoyed by those who still dare to resist.
We were afraid of the private media propaganda, and we witnessed instead the close-down of the public television.
We were afraid that our life would not be livable without the euro, and now we are left without even a cent for ourselves in our pockets.
We were afraid that there would be only death for us outside the European Union, and now we have unprecedented high mortality rates in infants and children, and a decreased overall life expectancy.
We were afraid to dream of a better life for ourselves, and now our reality has become a living nightmare.
I promise to hang in there if you will too.
Can you think of a better definition for “life saver”?
Can you resist doing everything in your power to give something back to as many people as possible by passing on the message of what a precious, healing thing love is?
The present post started out as a reply to Cheryl’s last comment to me, which ended with the above-quoted sentence.
Oh sweet Sister, I guess I had this coming. How can I put down in words such a moment of naked truth?
I wasn’t consciously realizing it as I was writing my previous comment, but I see now. It sounded a lot like a goodbye. I guess my soul was trying to get you to promise me, without having to say it out loud, that you would feel stronger if you kept my love in you, that you would make this world shine a little brighter with what we have to give, which I frankly do not see how I can keep on giving.
I have a rare soul agreement with Plutonia and I love her too much to ever leave her, but even her will to go on living here is often weakening. Mine a little more. I feel so unhappy with my not being able or allowed to start unfolding my potential due to all sorts of destructive circumstances, so past the end of my road, like a bright little soul floating around without a body already. At those times I feel there is no such thing as death, I have already crossed the line in that sense, and severing the cord which keeps me tied to my physical vehicle seems the most natural thing to ask for. Many ancient texts reveal that our bodies have been designed to be thriving for hundreds of years, almost a millennium, and that the first one hundred years are the hardest because this is when we have not yet learned to overcome the pain of separation from the people we love. I needed you to try to speed up that process of overcoming the pain, Cheryl. I was trying to get you to silently agree that you would rejoice with my returning home, if my time came too soon even by today’s cattle-breeding standards. Exactly because our connection is so special, I was feeling that it wouldn’t do either you or me any good if I was badly missed. I needed you instead to help me find my way. These things were running in the back of my mind, and I summoned the courage here to make them known to myself, to you, to all members of our true family, a few of whom I am deeply committed to and it hurts me to have completely lost contact with their writings, like with yours, although I am daily sending love, gratitude and protection to each one of you.
I am not allowed to manifest any more miracles in my physical reality here in Greece. Plutonia and I have no income and no savings; we have been struggling so hard all our lives and we always had barely enough to get by, let alone save. Besides our severe family problems, trying to find a paid job here has become ridiculous; I mean completely, humiliatingly ridiculous for everyone, and even more so for the middle-aged. Until recently, there used to be jobs for all sorts of illegal immigrants and not for the local population, for low-cost and no-social-security-obligation reasons. But even for the immigrants now, there are less and less jobs and they are leaving the country in large numbers, like all Greeks who can are leaving, too, literally abandoning their homes because there is no way they can cope with the insane overtaxation, withdrawing whatever money they still have from the banks, threatening in the process the survival of the sickly overblown public sector, which is becoming more and more destructive of what’s left of the once healthy, productive part of our society. Such is the extent of the silently vicious civil war which is fomented here.
Raising awareness on political issues is generally not a significant part of my mission in this lifetime, but this is sociopolitical, and I had to include here another brief mention on the continuously hostile external circumstances we are faced with, or run the risk of being labeled as a whiner or a quiter. I am neither, nor am I inherently suicidal, like the Hellenic people collectively are definitely not. The purpose of the spiritual war that is being reflected on these sacred grounds, invasion after invasion for millennia now, is to be battering the joy of life out of one of the most warmhearted nations, so that our planet remains a soul prison and not the place of love and healing that it is meant to be.
The authorities have orders to be playing humanitarian now, with suicide prevention by any means being a top priority. Even a special cooperation protocol among all of them has been established here, and they are also monitoring what we are writing online, asking also for the worldwide public’s cooperation in this. Inform your local authorities about a Greek guy announcing he is falling off the ledge, and our local authorities will immediately find his physical address from his ISP address and come charging to “save” him.
Been there, seen that already. Can you imagine we’ve already had police officers visiting our apartment? Not once, but twice? Without us having done anything illegal or wrong in any way? The first time was some months ago, before my father-in-law died: he actually sent the police here with the accusation that I had (probably) killed his daughter! Because she refused to continue answering his calls and taking his vulgar cussing attacks against her for choosing to live with useless me instead of staying with her mother. He knew well how to play nice and victim with everyone else and convince too many people (because people naturally believe that parents always care for their offspring) that his daughter and I are really bad people who deserve one another and the worst that could happen to us. And the second time was a couple of months ago, when that dead man’s nephew who is now withholding most of my still-vindictive mother-in-law’s pension (a fraction of which is all we are left to live with; and we are still in danger of losing our apartment, our only home), panicked when Plutonia told him to be well himself, even if he doesn’t believe that we are not at all well, and asked him to leave us alone. Two officers charged into our apartment within less than an hour, trying to “bring us to our senses” like some kind of clumsy psychiatrists.
I tell you, society is falling apart here and we are at the bottom, but it’s also quite hilarious if you look at it philosophically. The crazy Cretan in me has always been running from safety (although none was ever offered to me), has never asked for any guarantees, and still refuses to stop seeing miracles everywhere, our loving connections being the most important miracle of all.
So here, Cheryl, my Sister: I promise. I promise you and everyone else, hand on heart, that I will hang in there. Because you are hanging in there, too. Because no one of us would have reincarnated if we didn’t have heavy issues to resolve in this life. No one has it easier deep inside, and we all need one another. I will be reminding myself of our commitment here every time I feel I cannot stand trudging on anymore. The love in our hearts is worth fighting for. I wept, too, with what we shared recently. I wept while I was sending you my hug and love, and I wept again when I felt that you received it. What makes this magic work is not our words themselves, but the pure heart energy we charge them with. I gratefully know now that, whatever they are doing to us, the awareness of the Divine in us can never be lost.
I thank you All beyond words and thoughts. I thank everyone who understands this message, and those who do not fully, I thank even more. You are here for a reason. Keep the image above I have created for you and apply its message. This is not some kind of romantic chick stuff. Women are naturals at understanding that our hearts are powerhouses of healing energy. Remote healing can be the greatest revelation for us all. Please pass this on. Spread the word. Love heals, not pills.
Let us all embrace and fare well, my friends.
Deep Peace To You.
Listen to this amazing blessing while sending your hugs. I was less than half my age when I first heard it in a Celtic compilation, and I adore it even more today as I mature.
A grand gate opened this April in the sky
for us to ascend to a higher awareness.
The planets’ dance shows a shift
away from fear, towards true love,
an unimagined heart awakening
to ancient truth and wisdom.
Does this sound rosy? It’s not quite.
Α massive stellar influence
mixing celestial with earthly plight,
this giant Cross exceeds us.
We are free spirits born here trapped;
our core is intact but the eyes deceive,
and those who frown and ask “who’s trapped?”
are sadly immersed in manufactured dreams.
Our captors conceitedly believe
they cannot ever get accused
for mocking purposes divine,
making us unawares collaborate
in setting up dream factories
that only feed the tame
and never let them leave.
Shall we now please stop our sacred lives
from being reduced to deadening illusions?
Our might of old is as close as our heart.
This celestial choreography is all about
us protecting one another’s warmth,
kindling our flames as easily as with
an honest word, a caring thought,
honoring the other as a self we once knew
and we will know yet again and suffer in,
unless we act now to ease their suffering.
We cannot have us failing each other,
beloved fellow travelers.
And if you already feel you’ve had enough,
I know, my sweethearts;
trust me, I do;
You hear me?
Leon of SolitaryThinkers, June 11, 2014
A million thanks to our Plutonic sister Willow. Suicide Prevention Post: You are Loved & You Are Needed. Stay Here With Me.