Soul food/ Goethean Medecine; to Archetypal Plant!
- Sir MacDonald - in one of his Novel - said:
(Barely a Riddle applying to the Doped
Men Dried to the Bones
Because of their Fire Will 'o' the Wisp
Devouring away the Harmonious Tonic
Calibration Structural - out-come words-False Notes
Lying to the Real Self with *Impressive* Luciferianism;
Deceptive Light of the Too Much Sentient
Illusioning a Liveliness with the Overdone;
But No Substance - everyone becomes a Clown -
Don't we live in a Circus Cast Appearances
Of a Matrix World - DEPLETED of Wholesomeness
Making way to all kinds of side kicks useless!...
But Spirit of Redemption and Hopefulness....
Thanks Jan for sharing this moment of what happened;
I angle now on the same question of the Little Ones Special!)
"The next morning, as we started,
we spied, a little away from us,
two skeletons moving about in a thicket.
The Little Ones broke their ranks, and ran to them.
I followed; and, although now walking at ease,
without splint or ligature, I was able to recognise
the pair I had before seen in that neighbourhood.
The children at once made friends with them, laying hold
of their arms, and stroking the bones of their long fingers;
and it was plain the poor creatures took their attention kindly.
The two seemed on excellent term with each other.
Their common deprivation had brought them together!
the loss of everything had been
the beginning of a new life to them!
Perceiving they had gathered handful of herbs,
and were looking for more presumably to rub their bones
with, for in what other way could nourishment
reach their system so rudimentary?--
the Little Ones, having keenly
examined those they held, gathered
of the same sorts, and filled the hands
the skeletons held out to receive them."
"Choosing twelve Little Ones,
not of the biggest and strongest,
but of the sweetest and merriest,
I mounted them on 6 elephants,
and took two more of the wisest "clumsies",
as the children called them, to bear the princess."...
The Pure at Heart be Blessed;
To them belongs the Kingdom(s) of Heaven!
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De : Jan<starbirdgarden@...>
A tiny interchange worth remembering.
Three children were seated around the table in my kitchen, two so called
'normal' children and one 'special needs,' very Special Child with a mild
form of autism who suffers much. I cut them slices of home baked bread,
which they ate heartily, although habituated to 'junk foods'.
The Special Child took one bite, then looked up with an amazed expression
on her face.
'Auntie, it's, it's....! What did you put in this bread?' I saw that she
really wanted to know. It was important that she identify it correctly to
'I put love into it sweetheart,' I replied and the other two snorted.
But the Special Child, the child who sees spirits and elves and weeps
bitterly because her parents do not believe in God, met my eyes with a flash
of joy and was satisfied with the truth.
She ate her bread slowly and reverently as though it were Holy Manna.
Which for her, it was.