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2 am & 2 pm - for Neptune Posted by Trudi on 8/16/2001, 9:23 pm

Say an intercessory prayer, believe, send healing oxygen (see below), light a candle, say a Rosary, or quietly think about her - whatever your faith leads you to doing. 2 am & 2 pm - any time zone (or in every time zone). A re-posting of part of Reed's message: "Imagine a cascade of clear fast water churning down and over a rock escarpment - the white water at the bottom. Last Year, Neptune and I were in New Zealand, saw the river rapids near Lake Taupo - the entire river was pure white. Air. She needs that air, not through her lung, but there, in her blood. Now. Increase her sats. Now and everytime you think of it - use a push, exhale strongly, it comes from your forehead, you will feel it."

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Posted by ME on 8/18/2001, 7:29 pm, in reply to "2 am & 2 pm - for Neptune"

Recently I joined an Aboriginal Organization and while at the Annual General Meeting for staff across the Province of Ontario had the pleasure of meeting a healing elder. The healing practice was passed down through her family lines and as she worked her wonders on me I could feel something leave my body. I asked her to pray for Neptune and Shirls and all others facing NHL hardship. Being introduced to some of my long lost culture and keeping an open mind, despite years of reality.

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Posted by Reed on 8/18/2001, 10:12 pm, in reply to "Re: 2 am & 2 pm - for Neptune"

"Being introduced to some of my long lost culture and keeping an open mind, despite years of reality"- James, the way it works, is that you have been exposed to some long lost reality, despite years of living a cultural fantasy. For 10,000 years humanity exercised what worked, it was centered on balance. Just like cancer, the disease that springs from imbalance, culture has done the same. For not too long, we've tried to adapt to what is, and lost a sacred and vital element to our being - it is there, believe me. Medicine is not limited to the sterile rooms, labs, and equipment of today. Exercise that which you felt, it's in you, it's there.

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Posted by Dave P. on 8/19/2001, 11:04 am, in reply to "Re:"

Hi Reed!

What a mind stimulating statement to read for a Sunday morning for my story is of constant imbalance. I'm what Canada is all about these days internally: Language Issue (Quebec Seperation), Health Debate (Private/Public) and Heritage Awakening (Rights and Priveledges). Hey I've always been a go big or stay home kind of guy.

(1 - Language imbalance)

My last name is Perreault and my moms maiden name is Clouthier but I can't speak French. Mom lost her French at an early age from living in an english community and Dad was fluent in his French but was feeding his family working away from home in the forestry industry. Mom was the helper with school work so off to English school we went.

I'm still staying home on this one despite saying that one day I would master the French language.

(2 - Health Imbalance)

Most of my life I've been healthy and athletic. Even now sick days are more for frame of mind than due to body malfunction. The Private issue is dear to my heart for I'm not sure I would be here if not for Canada's Universal Health Care providing the source for my decade of treatment, especially being aware of the horror stories from our neighbour to the south.

Couldn't stay home on this one wasn't given a choice or at least didn't fancy the outcome.

(3 - Heritage Imbalance)

I was raised in an environment of Aboriginal shame in the late 60's and 70's. The customary crew cuts of the time were usually met with " I see you passed through Squaw Valley" or it was common to see time weary native travelllers passed out whereever their last step took them. At this time it wasn't cool to be native.

Our family had severed the ties from most of the culture long ago but maintained the harmony with nature while embracing the new technology to survive. My grandfather (<a href="http://www3.sympatico.ca/larryparent/index.html">Beautiful picture of him from the top of a Ski Hill over looking the Ottawa River and Mattawa</a> ) trapped and cooked untill his eyes would not let him go safely into the bush no more. His son Clarence was the family leader, organizer and keep the kids busy person. Having foresters as parents we spent weeks on end in Gods country living the nomad life. My childhood is memories of summers filled with the excitement of adventures to harvest the winter supply. Uncle Clarence maintained a morning vigil with the kids when he was forced to set night lines when traditional fishing was slow. Night lines are Javex bottles or anything that floats and you attach fishin lineS (with an S), weight,  hooks and bait. You set the lines just before dark and retrieve them at first light (to avoid detection, detection that my grandfather need not worry about not to long ago). Most morning I answered the call. I guess that's why today I'm still a light sleeper or maybe Dad had something to do with my conditioning on his lap during 5:30 breakfasts before his work. The morning journey to check the bottles is something I will never forget. The anticipation of finding a bottle out of place on my turn, set waves of excitement through my body as I anticipated my contributation to the family structure and Uncle Clarence was wise enough to know that. Mornings were mixed of fog ladden, cold, damp times to clear, peaceful, harmonious outings each as rich just for the opportunity to be there.

My Uncle Clarence was a pioneer in so many ways including being a painter. For inspiration he took colour slides of this time for future work. Today we have a wonderful family video in colour of days that I forgot! Modern foresters marvel at the monster hardwood trees that hover above our heads in the slides that I barely remember and if I do it is because I have heard the story so often that I now was there and belief that or need to believe that. A culture where my family normally spent a week trapping in the hardship of January, Northern Ontario weather under make shift shelter of branches. It is not the monster beaver that catches my focus it is their wind and snow burnt, swollen faces that sets me back. It's not the carcus of the bull moose that sinks the canoe to the water line, it's the expression of their tired faces that strugles with the thin breaking ice that they are forced to travel on. This is my lost reality that I remember and need to understand and there was no Ski-do's parked on the shore.

As a way to counter my Aboriginal imbalance I've taken on a job with an Aboriginal Organization in a councelling capacity. With an open mind I've cautiously embraced traditional herbal remedies and healing but much like NHL I first need to cross the line of personal respect with the "do what you can do" philosophy before my heart will find peace and I can truely embrace the belief.

Looks like I'm going big on this one.

Take Care

James

Posted by Reed

Dave, you're stirring, you've felt.

What's been dismissed as "magic", or "anomolous cognition" has been discovered by you in your quest that what is isn't necessarily all there is. Within our individual souls, there still exists elements of the human - not applicable to today's     requirements, we're led to believe anyway, but there. Spiritual balance has to be before any sort of order can be restored to humanity - who's quest to dominate has removed us from ourselves. WE must become true to ourselves once we discover who that is - I believe you have now. A restoration has occured in you, only a product of all those who came before you. Your father, your grandfather and those before them haven't really left, you just found where they went. Keep learning, keep the feeling. In balance, everything that should be working will be working.

We can restore that "being" in human again. None of this comes about by playing video games or going to the mall after out hard days working for paychecks doing things humanity really never needed anyway. None of this can come when asking for forgiveness in a chapel of stone. None of this can be received from a benevolent and angry "god". You hit on what's important, what matters - not the little details of worship or object rituals, just the sudden quirk of understanding that there are things that always were, irregardless of who we've become and where we're all going. Love in real terms, it often hurts, but it's more than just simply harboring warm feelings towards one other or a preference for a particular flavour of ice cream. Love is an awakening of that soul, a recognition that something deep has been summoned, and when that occurs, magic happens. True
love exemplified kills cancer cells, no doctor should dare refute that. A restoration of something we all have, to feel the pain of others. Empathy in true form, the ability to heal not for just ourselves, but for others.

There's a need for great healing to occur. It's not limited to cancer fighting humans, that's just a symptom of a far larger and greater imbalance. In true spirit you feel this calling, this wound. It may make for a lifetime of anguish, the need for more to understand wil l doctor that hurt some but humanity can and hopefully soon should begin to work on healing itself, it's possible, I've seen the magic, so have you.

Man, would I ever like to get a few like you together in a room at the same time, although this magic I mention doesn't really need that, it sure would be one hell of a party, eh?

Thanks for just being Dave, and thanks for your gentle and perceptive posts.

Reed

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Posted by me:

Reed:

Don't really have alot of time tonight but I couldn't resist a type or two on what you said. Yes getting a few like us together could be dangerous and I'll try to keep track to postings about it but at this time with the new job and opening a satelite office from scratch, time is limited. However if it does happen I would have to make time for a once in a lifetime visit with people who really understand and relate to what my life has become all about. It's 3 letters long and that's the only hint you get.

Reed you're so right when you say that there is power in the soul. For me to feed it I have to be doing things that harness my energy to give, being a Giver. That is when I feel best! I got away from this priority earlier on in my life in search of the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, when there was a vault of wealth waiting inside me along. Through repeated remission and communication I'm realizing that more and more and just in time and especially concerning where my heritage comes from. I'm lucky that I still have alot of avenues to discovering my past but time it does go by IF YOU LET IT.

Always a Pleasure
Take Care

FINDING MORE AND MORE UNDERSTANDING EVERY DAY !