Me Musing . . . November 14, 2010 also . . .

This is just too incredible not to share right now, even though I already sent one Musing this morning!

Last week I decided I should finish the tunic jacket that I made waaaaaaay back in early April (!!!) when I dyed raw silk fabric with Colourhue dyes. Actually all that it needed was a snap and exterior button! It has been lounging on 'Big Red', my dressform all this time!

I think what got me motivated to finish the jacket was that I had just washed my favorite long sleeve T-shirt that was a gift from an Illinois artist friend back about 1995 or 1996 and it was laying on the ironing board. I was amazed that the two colours were so similar. In all these years I had never seen another top that colour, which is one of the reasons why I treasure it and wear it still!

All that nostalgia had gotten me to wondering what ever happened to her. Not only couldn't I remember how we got connected up, as I was living between Oregon and Arizona at the time, but I couldn't even remember her name!!!!!!!

This morning, out of the blue, I got an email from another artist friend in Oklahoma who I had connected with back about that same time frame; however, over the years we too had lost track of each other. I forwarded on to some of you this morning a verse she included called 'A Spiritual Conspiracy' . . . which I will include at the bottom of this posting as it speaks to so many hearts.

Just after reading the verse, a couple came to see about buying a Quartz Crystal Bowl, so I changed gears and forgot about all the above. He was born in Germany and I told him 'my people' came from Germany . . . the Alsace region. He said he lived there for awhile, so we got out the atlas and checked it out.

He said not too far from 'my people' was a Monastery (Mont St. Odile) where since 1938, because of their fears of Hitler, they began praying continuously 24 hours a day . . . and they have continued their constant praying up through the present! I had heard of monks in Tibet doing that, but was fascinated that something like that was happening so close to where 'my people' came from!

I told him it sounded like the 'Perpetual Choirs' that (in the mid-90's, while I was in Arizona!!!!!!) a friend in South Australia told me about. It seems that throughout the European continent in ancient times, groups gathered to chant ‘perpetually’. In Glastonbury alone there were 2400 people involved . . . 100 an hour would go into the sacred temple and chant ancient tones, then the next 100 . . . then the next, continually chanting. And in the opinion of the man who had written about this ancient technique . . .

"chanting is what ‘held’
the en-chant-ment vibration
of Camelot"!

We had a delightful time, doing colour work and playing bowls so they could pick one to go home with them, which happened.

When I got back to the computer I could hardly wait to google 'Mont St. Odile' and this is what I found:

She was the daughter of Etichon (Athich), Duke of Alsace. She was born blind. Her father did not want her because she was a girl and blind, so her mother Bethswinda had her brought to Palma (perhaps present day Baume-les-Dames in Burgundy), where she was raised.

When she was twelve, the itinerant bishop Saint Erhard of Regensburg was led, by an angel it was said, to Palma where he baptised her Odile (Sol Dei), whereupon she miraculously recovered her sight.

St. Odile died about 720 at the convent of Niedermünster. At the insistent prayers of her sisters she was returned to life, but after describing the beauties of the afterlife to them, she took communion all by herself and died again. She was buried at Ste. Odile.

St. Odile was made the Patron saint of Alsace in 1807 by pope Pius VII. Her feast day is 13 December. She is the patroness of ocular afflictions and ear diseases

Then I got back to emails and looked again and while rereading the one which contained the Spiritual Conspiracy verse I noticed the name of the person who had sent it to the woman in Oklahoma . . . Moe Ross. The screen almost lit up as I felt 99% sure she was the one who had given me the gold shirt waaaaaaaay back in the mid 90's!!!!!!!!

I immediately emailed her and asked and then googled her name and found an article that said in 2003 both her retinas started to detach. It went on to tell a miraculous story . . . so St. Odile must have been in Illinois in 2003 working!!!!!!!!

I also found her website you might want to check out.

I got an email back from Moe a little while ago and she is the woman who sent me the gold T-shirt!!!!!!

Just another day in a Paradise of Miracles!

People usually consider walking on water
or in thin air a miracle.
But I think the real miracle
is to walk on earth.
Every day we are engaged in a miracle
which we don't even recognize . . .
a blue sky,
white clouds,
green leaves,
the black, curious eyes of a child . . .
our own two eyes.
All is a miracle.
~ Thich Nhat Hahn

And I would add . . . a favorite gold T-shirt!

Until soon,

Che'usa

A SPIRITUAL CONSPIRACY

On the surface of the world right now there is
war and violence and things seem dark.
But calmly and quietly, at the same time,
something else is happening underground
An inner revolution is taking place
and certain individuals are being called to a higher light.
It is a silent revolution.
From the inside out. From the ground up.
This is a Global operation.
A Spiritual Conspiracy.
There are sleeper cells in every nation on the planet.
You won't see us on the T.V.
You won't read about us in the newspaper
You won't hear about us on the radio
We don't seek any glory
We don't wear any uniform
We come in all shapes and sizes, colors and styles
Most of us work anonymously
We are quietly working behind the scenes
in every country and culture of the world
Cities big and small, mountains and valleys,
in farms and villages, tribes and remote islands
You could pass by one of us on the street
and not even notice
We go undercover
We remain behind the scenes
It is of no concern to us who takes the final credit
But simply that the work gets done
Occasionally we spot each other in the street
We give a quiet nod and continue on our way
During the day many of us pretend we have normal jobs
But behind the false storefront at night
is where the real work takes a place
Some call us the Conscious Army
We are slowly creating a new world
with the power of our minds and hearts
We follow, with passion and joy
Our orders come from the Central Spiritual Intelligence
We are dropping soft, secret love bombs when no one is looking
Poems ~ Hugs ~ Music ~ Photography ~ Movies ~ Kind words ~
Smiles ~ Meditation and prayer ~ Dance ~ Social activism ~ Websites
Blogs ~ Random acts of kindness...
We each express ourselves in our own unique ways
with our own unique gifts and talents
Be the change you want to see in the world
That is the motto that fills our hearts
We know it is the only way real transformation takes place
We know that quietly and humbly we have the
power of all the oceans combined
Our work is slow and meticulous
Like the formation of mountains
It is not even visible at first glance
And yet with it entire tectonic plates
shall be moved in the centuries to come
Love is the new religion of the 21st century
You don't have to be a highly educated person
Or have any exceptional knowledge to understand it
It comes from the intelligence of the heart
Embedded in the timeless evolutionary pulse of all human beings
Be the change you want to see in the world
Nobody else can do it for you
We are now recruiting
Perhaps you will join us
Or already have.
All are welcome
The door is open
~ author unknown

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