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Sailing among the humid eastern winds I am soaring through the skies, looking proudly and calmly down upon the green valley where I am able to recognize the fields and the pastures. Higher up are the woods, the rocks, the cliffs and the many mountain streams who seek their way down towards a broad and calm receiving sea. Above all I am aware of the embracing shield of 13 mighty snow-capped mountaintops. In their full majestic splendor, with their snowy flanks, they are rising up, high into the clear blue skies, their roots anchored deep within Mother Earth. In that way forming a connection between Heaven and Earth.

I will introduce myself. My name is Nada, and I am, what you people would call a Grey Eagle, and from high above the clouds I am, with my sharp eyes, capable to observe all that happens on the surface. Hence I can find my prey from high above (yes, I need to eat as well). But it is also possible for me to monitor other members of the animal kingdom, among which humans. With the mirrors formed by my mighty wings, I know how to reflect their aspirations and objectives and in what way they will be able to convey their behavior and conduct towards higher dimensions. In that way it will be possible for others as well to do the same.

When that will be accomplished, and I know, it will take awhile, it won’t be necessary for me any more to be that mirror. Then you will be your own mirror and at that moment you will be competent to communicate directly with heaven and at that time it will be possible to keep your tranquil green valley, emerald and create, together with other animals, paradise towards which you state to be under way.

Back to the here and now. I utter my powerful cry, which is bounced back thirteen times from the mighty peaks. It generates an echo of sounds all through the valley. Those feeling tones tell you about Light, Faith and Peace and above all of Love. Because, dear Friends, Love is where everything revolves about. Because Love is Good-hearted, Love is Simple, Love is Light, Love is Trust, Love is Beauty, Love is to Give and Love is to Receive. In short, Love IS.

And I look again at the high slopes and on every incline I distinguish a spring. And from each spring a little stream of water originates. Slowly but surely streaming through the green mountain pastures, always downwards. I can see that the water, which follows faithfully the laws of gravitation, is no ordinary water. It also is Light, and Love and Peace. All thirteen little brooks become creeks and one by one, lower down the slopes, they come together, forming an always broader stream and at last a grand river.

This River of Light goes its own way across rocks and cascades and slows down at last and becomes broader still, there where also the valley broadens and finally flows deliberately in between the fields, the pastures and the villages of the places where the people live. The farmers pump that part of the water they need to irrigate their fields and the villagers use their share to drink and the life of these humans is peaceful and the grand river serenely flows through the vale, so that to all appearances, it already seems that Paradise on Earth is here for the taking.

I can see a few boats on the river, sailing towards the large sea. The fishermen are out fishing, because the villagers eat, in addition to the food their friends the farmers grow, also the fish living in an abundant sea. And in the great woods, where the animals roam, I can make out a few men, whom in their green outfits, together with their faithful dogs, try to capture a profuse catch of game, because also the human beings need to eat as well, is it not so?

Further on I perceive a group of lumberjacks. They are, they assure each other, very much in need of the trees they are going to deprive of their stately lives. Houses have to be built and above all a huge bridge, crossing the river. And I can see an enormous gap in one of the mountain slopes, where others are busy digging ore out of the Mother, because all this is essential to keep their community alive. At least this is what they tell to each other.

And above all this, an exuberant Golden Yellow Sun is shining. It is nicely warm and the people bask themselves in this heavenly sunshine and a number of them swim in the powerful sea and feel the rich waters surrounding them, touching their bodies with the Light from the thirteen sources, supplied from high above in the mountains. And because of the warmth of the waters, part of it evaporates and raises to high altitudes and in these delightful up-currents I, Nada, am revolving and cherishing myself and again I soar to where I can bathe myself in the warmth and the Love of the Heavenly Realms.

I observe the up-currents, becoming clouds, which are blown by the lovely eastern winds towards the thirteen mountaintops, where they collide with the local drifts and then rain themselves out in a tender shower against the slopes of our proud range. With certain greed, the Mother sips of this rain en nurses it with fresh Light. By means of subterranean passageways this is subsequently directed towards the thirteen sources and at that moment the circle is complete at last and these Waters of Peace are ready to again touch the human Beings and to make it available for these creatures of the Creator for their growth, in order to reach a brand new and magnificent consciousness.

I, Nada, greet you all and I thank you Heartily that you have been willing to listen to me.

Namasté

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About Hans Brockhuis

Hans Brockhuis is a Dutch lightworker, writer and translator. His bilingual website: Running Fox Pages features spiritual work of himself and others. Working as a translator and editor, he has been and is active in processing various publications, either in English, Dutch or German. See his portfolio here. If you are interested to follow what Running Fox is offering, you may subscribe to his newsflashes. Simply send an E-mail to this address with: ‘subscribe Running Fox’ in the subject line.

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