WW2 Joy of Peace! Armistice Day 2015
Wishing all war veterans everywhere peace and joy today. Armistice Day on the 11th of November commemorates the armistice signed between the Allies of World War I and Germany at Compiègne, France, for cessation of hostilities on the Western Front of World War I. It took effect at eleven o’clock in the morning—the “eleventh hour of eleventh day of eleventh month” of 1918. The end of World War II in Asia occurred on August 14 and 15, 1945. On August 23, 1945 the last Japanese troops on Shumshu surrendered to Soviet forces. Here’s a happy clip from the trove.
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In memory of a day when people wrote each other letters, I wrote to my mother on Mother’s day and read her this letter.
Dear Mother Arline,
A favorite memory was that time in the 1970s when I was twelve. You gave me the book “The Prophet” by Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931).
I still have it. I was just reading a passage. When you gave me the book it was one of those pivotal moments. I still wonder the reason you chose to give me this particular sacred book. I remember you handing it to me.
Mom, I’m grateful you supported my spiritual quest in my early teenage years. Kahlil Gibran had a benefactress, Mary Elizabeth Haskell. That they were lovers in spirit.
Mary was ten years his senior and a school headmistress. She later married another man but continued to support Kahlil financially. When Gibran died at age 48 he willed the contents of his studio to Mary. There in his artist studio Mary discovered her letters to Kahlil spanning twenty-three years. She recognized their historical value and decided to save them. Excerpts of the over six hundred letters were published in “Beloved Prophet” in 1972. I’ve got them on order.
The Prophet writes that Love injures us in all its ways so that we may find the secrets of our own heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s Heart. He must be talking about Divine Oneness at a point in time where God was moving out of fashion in favor of homogenized spirituality.
Martha the Prophetess writes: Love is all. Love is all good. All good does not injure. It’s only humble human failings, not Love, that thresh, sift, grind and knead us as the prophet accused Love. It’s solely man’s inhumanity to man, the tyrant of a finite reality. Mortal love is at best a transitory reflection of Truth. Pain and sadness have no part in Love’s dance. True Love is Life’s unbreakable covenant, Love. True Love is Holy only.
Mom, I love you today and everyday.
Loving You,
Martha
Read More1932 Pontiac Convertible Built for Love Letters
Stopping at the gas pump is not always so exciting. A few days ago I pulled in expecting just a chore. This 1932 Pontiac Convertible was in the mechanics area of the gas station. So this is why we call it a trunk. Is it filled with love letters?
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Christian Science Raised the Dead in WW2
Mark Twain hailed her “the most interesting and extraordinary woman that ever lived”. Wow! By WW2 Mary Baker Eddy’s organization was an omnipotent political force. WW2 soldiers who were Catholic “boys” were allowed access to Catholic priests, Jewish boys got to have rabbis, and so Christian Science boys brought in C.S. ministry. The C.S. church ranked next to the Red Cross for goods supply to war zones. Ministry to soldiers landed C.S. practitioners and their natural medicine literature to war zones and across enemy lines. Channels for the Divine, the soldiers themselves healed physical wounds and mind-body misery using only energy medicine. Accounts are recorded. The wounded were healed, the dead raised.
The very inventions: long-range bombers, rockets, finally the atomic bomb which projected Fear of Extinction through the human consciousness shrank the physical dimensions of the globe to those of a neighborhood. “Mortal mind calls for what ONLY immortal mind can supply, Divine Love. ~Mary Baker Eddy (1821-1910), founder of Christian Science.
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When I am Old I Shall Drive a Ford Model A
After WWII, cars were hard to come by and my parents had to go to Boston (from Maine) to buy their first car. The family had a Ford Station Wagon in the 60s. And now I drive a Ford Explorer. It’s leftover from my Colorado cowboy days. I wash my car at a self-service place. And just when I was thinking I deserve a more classy carwash experience, look what pulled in for a wash.
Santa Barbara is old car heaven. Beautifully restored vehicles cruise our streets daily. Henry Ford was into healthy lifestyle. Ford built health into his engines. No surprise to see the word HEALTH stamped on the Model A engine. Ford didn’t smoke or drink. Ford design was about simplicity. He was appalled when folks got greedy wanting more than one car, putting in two car garages and such. Henry Ford was opposed to lifestyle excess, believed in truth, health, and ideas like sustainability. Ford is my kind of man, my kind of car.
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Love’s Little Arrow
Elizabeth, one of my acupuncture clients, sent me this photo of her mom. Since starting acupuncture she’s been having vivid dreams where she connects and interacts with her mother who died years back.
I’m making a “Home Movie” for Arline’s 90th birthday next month. It’s almost two years since she gave me the letters. This one will be her story. Ready, aim, imovie.
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