* ..under the influence of the Full Cancer Moon* The Drops of Movement*

Water, water, water water...

The play of thrilling music with fast flashing images from around the globe, displaying all that is wrong in the world. Your heartbeat rises and a surge of rebellious, almost electrified vibrations flow through your body. You feel the urge to join hands with all the like minded people, your brothers and sisters around the world to stop all the nonsense, all the injustice and evil makings that harm and destroy our peace. The villains being so often those in power, WITH immense power, and both men and women.

We cannot understand their doings, but we want to love them nevertheless. That is the way forward, to send them love instead of hate and resentment. So we try really hard to love them. We try as much as we possibly can, right? considering all the emotional restraints of ‘a human condition’. The untying of those restraints, are undoubtedly lessons in disguise, the very precious gift of the soul.

In front of us are endless choices of which paths to choose, in all we do, in reacting to circumstances and people, in communications and never really knowing where those decision will lead us to, what the consequences will be like. Then trying to use memory and  common sense for guidance but unfortunately for the little decision maker on the shoulder, just doesn't work. Those memories are tied to other decisions that were perhaps made based on emotions or circumstances that don’t apply any more ‘cause the world has changed and new realities and dimensions keep winding up from nowhere….

We are running through the biggest ever-changing maze in the world, faced with great challenges and on top of it all blessed time is ticking in our ears. No! Resisting the current of negativity and the attempts to deactivate once and for all the switch for guilt trips and co-dependency, are the cherry on top. And then we have to love the bad guys! That's one tough cookie to digest.

Basically each decision-step we take is a leap of faith. So there we are, with our human guise torn open at the chest so the heart can breath with more ease, big sincere smiles and glistening eyes, throwing ourselves again and again into the abyss of the unknown. No wonder so many of us are feeling tired or exhausted.  

The Hymn of Wisdom, the embracing song of Oneness, the soothing sound of LOVE ALL – HARM NONE that from birth can be heard coming from our hearts, how often do those sweet notes of harmony get suffocated by the noise of relentless hammering of words of ignorance in our heads. The hammering of words which are permeated with fear and judgement towards so many things and other human beings, and worst of all, towards ourselves. All we long for is for the hammering to stop! Those voices constantly echo in our minds.

We need strong will and perseverance to slow down the hammer to a quiet stance and to altogether tune into the frequency of the heart. But we CAN do it if we want, if we choose to! No one said it was going to be easy. But we can stop the hammering! We all know world peace and harmony starts with us, with us individually, right? That we, each and every one of us, have to become the change we want to experience? What about stop pointing fingers at each other, and instead be grateful for the lessons we face as individuals of Oneness. We have the choice to be happy. We can stop being victims and take charge of our own destiny. May the bewildering maze become the Sacred Labyrinth for us all*

And then the flickering images of war, starvation and corruption fade out, and on the screen appear the faces of laughing children from all over the world, dancing in the rain and the sun, under a marvelous rainbow. Simultaneously the beautiful chorus of tribal voices come at you. No glitz, no glam, just deep and rich voices singing songs of the heart and the Earth Mother. Stirring your soul, reviving long lost memories of yourself living in harmony with all that exists! Within and without. The starry skies and the sparkling drops of the morning dew. The bountiful nature and swaying trees, rolling hills and flowing waterfalls. Multi-colored creatures of the seas or the lands, and our own species, the human, with its warmth and its kindness. It touches every chord in your heart and your eyes get all watery, blurring your sight. The short lived loss of eyesight gives your soul room to submerge into form and tears start running down your cheeks. The flowing drops of movement.

Why can‘t messages for love, peace, hope, new dreams, and miracles be just as emotionally provocative as any modern day blockbuster?