Simply, the present
moment
The Australian Macquarie Dictionary defines Valour as:
boldness or
firmness in braving danger; bravery or heroic courage especially in
battle
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"Valour is a gift. Those having
it never know for sure whether they have it till the test comes. And those
having it in one test never know for sure if they will have it when the
next test comes."
Napoleon
Bonaparte |
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The words from my vision were:
Justice,
Longreach, Winds, Valour, Trust, Honour, Imprudent,
Reigns
The School of
Life allows us to graduate through each stage in our own time and at our own
pace. We can choose friends, work, play in many forms. We can agree or disagree
with those who are set in place as the prefects (governments). The teachers we
need come along in various shapes and forms. Some are in physical form and some
are intangible. We don't always know how we will react when the time comes to
meet the new venture, whether it be work or play. Each step has the effect of
reaction and interaction and we can always choose to take the step or
not.
Sometimes we
don't get to choose the action only the reaction. An online friend wrote looking
for some 'comfort' when their car was stolen, leaving them to the mercy of
public transport, looking for a replacement car, dealing with insurance, police
etc. Why was my friend given the 'test'? It's not necessarily a reason we need
to know. We send our love both to the victim and the perpetrator. The one who
was left without the car feels violated, treated with disrespect. The
perpetrator is thoughtless and without courage. It's not a brave act to take
from someone else. It's bravery indeed for the manner in which the matter is
dealt with by the one from whom the car was taken.
Many years ago
my car was stolen by a group of 14 year old boys. The boys were so young and
thoughtless they left their school books in the car, which was found by the
police weeks later. The day it was stolen I'd been at the shops with a friend.
We'd had lunch, done a little shopping and came out in time we thought, to
collect our boys from kindy. Our 5 year old boys thought it a wonderful treat to
be collected from kindy by the police and taken home while we dealt with all the
rigmarole necessary in reporting the loss. Getting children to school and kindy
as well as being pregnant at the time with a fourth child without a car was not
an easy time. Each day is managed as best as possible.
My e-friends
current dilemma gave me opportunity to really heal the memories which were too
emotionally traumatic at the time to release. We think they are gone but are
merely tucked away until the time is once again presented to allow
healing.
Each day we
allow ourselves to be the best we can be in that moment. However, if an
opportunity rises whereby we can brush away old cobwebs, relook at situations
and polish them into a shining new splendour, we have been given an enormous
gift. A chance to correct that part of the curriculum not previously quite
completed.
Thirty plus
years on, I wonder what do those boys now in their mid 40's think?
Do they have
children of their own to guide?
Do they teach
moral obligation to self and others?
Are they
teaching respect of self and others?
they didn't
have it then - I wonder what they learned?
Sometimes
bravery is in the resisting of temptation.
We live in a
society amongst other folks and so consequence of actions is part of how we
react and interact with other people.
We tend to
think of valour as being that part of bravery where the knight went off to war,
fought for truth and justice and came home with the 'spoils of war' as an
honourable reward. What happened to the other fellow? the one who lost his
life and lands. What were the consequences of the battle?
In this part
of world history, hopefully more and more folk are considering the justice of
this perception of valour.
Are we as a
society meeting the longreach of justice?
Did the winds
blow forth reaching into our hearts and minds asking that we understand and
bring balance to the meaning of these words?
Are we brave enough to meet the demands asked of us each
day?
I believe we are!
We hold the key to the future.
For now as we sit in this present moment we are taking each
step fearlessly into the future. We trust within ourselves that we are mindful
of the balance required to meet all the lessons meted out in The School of
Life.
This is the truth of valour.
it is in love from my heart and soul to your heart and soul
Gaele Arnott , from here in Brisbane, Australia on Wednesday
the 25th July, 2007
Wo Oh Ni
Ai (I love You)
"Who killed Cock Robin?" "I," said
the Sparrow,
"With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin."
"Who saw him
die?" "I," said the Fly,
"With my little eye, I saw him die."
"Who caught
his blood?" "I," said the Fish,
"With my little dish, I caught his
blood."
"Who'll make the shroud?" "I," said the Beetle,
"With my thread
and needle, I'll make the shroud."
"Who'll dig his grave?" "I," said the
Owl,
"With my pick and shovel, I'll dig his grave."
"Who'll be the
parson?" "I," said the Rook,
"With my little book, I'll be the
parson."
"Who'll be the clerk?" "I," said the Lark,
"If it's not in the
dark, I'll be the clerk."
"Who'll carry the link?" "I," said the
Linnet,
"I'll fetch it in a minute, I'll carry the link."
"Who'll be chief
mourner?" "I," said the Dove,
"I mourn for my love, I'll be chief
mourner."
"Who'll carry the coffin?" "I," said the Kite,
"If it's not
through the night, I'll carry the coffin."
"Who'll bear the pall? "We," said
the Wren,
"Both the cock and the hen, we'll bear the pall."
"Who'll sing a
psalm?" "I," said the Thrush,
"As she sat on a bush, I'll sing a
psalm."
"Who'll toll the bell?" "I," said the bull,
"Because I can pull,
I'll toll the bell."
All the birds of the air fell a-sighing and
a-sobbing,
When they heard the bell toll for poor Cock Robin.
'Who killed cock robin?' is
best described as an English folksong or poem rather than a nursery rhyme.
The words of "Who killed cock robin" are said to refer to the death of the
legendary figure of Robin Hood and not that of a bird. The legend of Robin Hood
encompasses the theme that he stole from the rich to give to the poor. The words
of "Who killed cock robin" describe how help was offered from all quarters
following the death of cock robin thus reflecting the high esteem in which Robin
was held by the common folk.
other
versions of research attribute the rhyme to Sir Robert Walpole (England's Prime
Minister, 1721-42)and the downfall of his ministry as the same ministry was
accused of "Robinancy"
Today's graphic was created by Gaele in PSP
IX
the
background used in today's graphic is from a design by PatchesAngel, Ohio
USA
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The Peace
Candle
I ask that you join me, each day at your dinner hour (evening
meal) in lighting a candle together, so that we as One People may join
voices together for Peace On Earth.
Peace will come when we are all free to love with
compassion each other, as One family, without the constrictions of past beliefs.
Together we can create a reality free of fear, greed and manipulation, where all
people in all lands may have the freedom to move freely in joyful
harmony.
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spelling used in this article is Australian English and is checked
with the Australian Macquarie Dictionary
© Gaele Arnott July
2007
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