Intention

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In a message dated 11/30/99 9:00:01 AM Central Standard Time,

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Good morning Friends,

Today is the last day of November----

of the old Millennium, 31 days until the 21th century.

Grey & Mauve clouds hang low on the Eastern hororizon.

And the frost sparkles on the dying dry grass.

This morning before the Sun rose I had a talk with my soul.

I have heard that the road to hell can be paved with good intentions,

but I think that I should mention my intentions to my soul, no matter

what side of polarity they may be involved, I have always been tardy

and reluctant to make decisions, waiting until life made them for me.

But one day long ago, I made a decision, a very important one, and

I realized that my intentions must be pointed in the direction of integrity,

if I was to have any sense of direction at all.

Out of habit---- I have played fast & loose with the truth, bending it and

twisting it, thinking that I understood it; now, I'm not sure that I ever

did.

If we neclect some part of ourselves, later we shall have to turn back

for it.

Acting with integrity serves notice to the universe that we will no longer

neglect the beautiful and the practical things we humans must do-----

the soul's task--- and at the same time, that we trust in the mysterious

unfolding of Spirit.

The universe may bend toward us in invisible ways, but only if we prepare

to do without external help; only if we love the journey enough to persevere

in the face of utter discouragement.

When Psyche was performing her tasks under constraint, she just had to

attend moment by moment to each one.

When she looked ahead to the goal and opened the box from the under-

world, she almost distroyed herself. The man who came to his Zen Master

and bowed each year had no guarantee that one day the tension would

break and they would laugh together. He did not perform his actions merely

for the sake of future results. What he did had its own virtue, the way a

tree

puts out leaves, saying, " Green, Green, " praising life.

We walk and walk even though voices call us from the road. And we grow

accustomed to the walking, which gathers to itself a dreamlike air.

The Japanese word for a plain Zen monk is 'unsui,' which means~~~~~~

'clouds & water.'~~~for eventually we flow, passing beyond intention, not

clinging to anything, while nothing clings to us.

As doubt gives way to effort, so effort gives way to non-effort, drifting

into

what it has always longed for, what has always been the only way forward,

in the brightest times & in the darkest,~~~Faith. the traditional " Third

Leg "

of the cauldron.

Regards

S.C.

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To have clipped this post would have been for me the mutilation of a sacred

script. The truth is always this pristine, this clear, this honest, this

beautiful. The sound of it is unmistakable, it's palpable and above all, it

makes me quiet. It stops me cold, every time. It takes me home. The Prophet

is not without honor here.

The Homecoming

Veiled and shrouded

I walked between the shadows

of my disembodied selves

and wept.

At the altar of Sorrow

we mourned the ones we'd lost,

the little ones,

the children

that died at our hands.

Perhaps the murders were not murders at all.

But rather a blind mercy,

as our killings were accomplished

unaware

of the finality of death.

Beautiful, wise and without guile

they stood

before their executioners

and looked into our souls.

We looked back,

vacantly,

for we were without a single soul then,

but only pieces of soul.

The head severed from the other parts,

the heart had long ago closed itself

around the wound

and petrified,

(after having been run through

by an ancient evil).

And now it's " I "

not " We "

that grieves the loss of children

born of a child's womb!

I will find them!

All of them!

The frightened round eyes

hiding

behind the rose bush.

The little body crouched,

cowering

at the sound of my voice

beneath the stairs.

The baby

frozen in horror

at my presence.

I will find them

and give them Names

and

Voices!

I will applaud my tiny dancer

as she pirouettes

on pointe!

And I shall call her

Beautiful!

She will not fear me again!

I will hold her

with new arms,

and rock her into

the sleep of

a new birth!

I will laugh with my baby!

He will know my voice!

I will call him out from among the rest!

I will take him to my bed

for safety.

He will know the storm has passed!

And I will call him

Wonderful!

I will gather unto my breast

the crippled ones too;

the ones we left for dead

but lived,

though lame and halt.

Our house will be full and in need of nothing!

We will learn

together

at the side of the stream!

What was once

a raging current;

(white water),

now ripples softly over

our broken parts

to heal us.

We shall sit together

in the soft light

of this new day and its warmth

shall sustain us.

Together we will

await the birth

of the child I now carry;

for we want to

see her face,

and hear her voice

and remember

her laugh!

And we shall call her,

Merciful.

Cheryl Juneau

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Good morning Friends,

Today is the last day of November----

of the old Millennium, 31 days until the 21th century.

Grey & Mauve clouds hang low on the Eastern hororizon.

And the frost sparkles on the dying dry grass.

This morning before the Sun rose I had a talk with my soul.

I have heard that the road to hell can be paved with good intentions,

but I think that I should mention my intentions to my soul, no matter

what side of polarity they may be involved, I have always been tardy

and reluctant to make decisions, waiting until life made them for me.

But one day long ago, I made a decision, a very important one, and

I realized that my intentions must be pointed in the direction of integrity,

if I was to have any sense of direction at all.

Out of habit---- I have played fast & loose with the truth, bending it and

twisting it, thinking that I understood it; now, I'm not sure that I ever

did.

If we neclect some part of ourselves, later we shall have to turn back

for it.

Acting with integrity serves notice to the universe that we will no longer

neglect the beautiful and the practical things we humans must do-----

the soul's task--- and at the same time, that we trust in the mysterious

unfolding of Spirit.

The universe may bend toward us in invisible ways, but only if we prepare

to do without external help; only if we love the journey enough to persevere

in the face of utter discouragement.

When Psyche was performing her tasks under constraint, she just had to

attend moment by moment to each one.

When she looked ahead to the goal and opened the box from the under-

world, she almost distroyed herself. The man who came to his Zen Master

and bowed each year had no guarantee that one day the tension would

break and they would laugh together. He did not perform his actions merely

for the sake of future results. What he did had its own virtue, the way a

tree

puts out leaves, saying, " Green, Green, " praising life.

We walk and walk even though voices call us from the road. And we grow

accustomed to the walking, which gathers to itself a dreamlike air.

The Japanese word for a plain Zen monk is 'unsui,' which means~~~~~~

'clouds & water.'~~~for eventually we flow, passing beyond intention, not

clinging to anything, while nothing clings to us.

As doubt gives way to effort, so effort gives way to non-effort, drifting

into

what it has always longed for, what has always been the only way forward,

in the brightest times & in the darkest,~~~Faith. the traditional " Third

Leg "

of the cauldron.

Regards

S.C.