A friend from Buenos Aires just sent me the link to a video he did with many of the paintings I made during the last 2 years (one painting, however, is from someone else).The text he is speaking are the “Mystic Mantrams” by Master CVV – they are very profound, I like them very much.

Some more paintings have come during the last weeks, they will be published over the next months together with the Lunar Messenger.

I just received an e-mail from a friend in the States with the announcement of her book “Earth Expressions” which I’m adding here:

“I’m happy to announce, after 17 mo. in the design and production of an artistic workbook… it’s finally printed and ready for the kids!  (ages 7 to 107!) Please visit:   www.earthexpressions.net
I’m grateful to the collaborators from many countries, and to all the supporters, including my daughter Diana who built the website.  Since the book has 50 crop circle photographs (plus the artistic exercises), in order to get the price below $15 – I had to finance 1000… so quantity shouldn’t be an issue!
If you would like to purchase a book locally, I can deliver or meet you, or mail from my house… Or, you can obtain one at Living Insights (6361 Clayton Rd.)… or buy one on line… (choose the most economical shipping rate offered).  If you have any problem, just let me know.
A book signing and talk-to-the-author event will take place at Mystic Valley (3212 Laclede Station Rd) on Sat. Nov. 19, from 1 to 4 pm.
Thank you!
In light and love,
Cathy

A beautiful video by Snatam Kaur: Govinda Govinda Hari Hari. Though not indicated, the sublime pictures must be from Gregory Colbert (Ashes and Snow) – a great photographer.

“Govinda Govinda Hari Hari” is a mantram of adoration of Govinda, or Krishna. A Spanish comment of the video says: Govinda is the divine boy inside each one of us: playful, innocent, mischievous, complete and absolutely adorable. Enjoy
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Yesterday my wife and I were at a photographer, for she needed some professionally done pictures, also for her future website. The studio was in an ancient classroom of a former school in the centre of Berne, where now a number of artists and the like have small places. In the high studio room there was still the blackboard on one wall, but on another there was a huge linen sheet as background. Some chairs and a sofa were standing in one corner.

The photographer, a young lady, listened to what my wife told her about the purpose of the photos, asked questions, then they started shooting test pictures, before the real shooting started. After each series we had a look at the selection on her laptop to select a few. The photographer spread a good, leisurely atmosphere and very well arranged little details. Sometimes I had to stand behind her to make some jokes to provoke some subtle reactions with my wife. Then she took some pics of my wife and me.

Though I hadn’t planned to get some pics of me, I liked the way she did the pictures. So I asked her also to take take some shots of me: Different perspectives and facial expressions… And again selecting the best ones.

It is always strange for me – like for most others – to see myself from the outside. Though I know the body quite well – living in it already for a while – there is always a feeling it’s an envelope and not myself. And it’s getting older, while I’m not 🙂

She now wants to do some image editing before we will get the photos the next days….

A picture taken just in the moment the flash of the other camera shone forth.

And here is a picture from the shootings 🙂 …

A friend sent me a powerpoint with the following story about friendship and sharing:

“A young lady was waiting for her flight in the boarding room of a big airport. As she would need to wait many hours, she decided to buy a book to spend her time. She also bought a packet of cookies. She sat down in an armchair, in the VIP-room of  the airport, to rest and read in peace.

Beside the armchair where the packet of cookies lay, a man sat down in the next seat, opened his magazine and started reading. When she took out the first cookie, the man took one also. She felt irritated but said nothing. She just thought: “What a nerve! If I was in the mood I would punch him for daring!”

For each cookie she took the man took one too. This was infuriating her but she didn’t want to cause a scene. When only one cookie remained, she thought, “ah, what this abusive man do now?”

Then, the man, taking the last cookie, divided it into half, giving her one half.

Ah, that was too much! She was much too angry now!

In a huff, she took her book, her things and stormed to the boarding place.

When she sat down in her seat, inside the plane, she looked into her purse to take her eyeglasses, and, to her surprise, her packet of cookies was there, untouched, unopened!

She felt so ashamed! She realised that she was wrong… She had forgotten that her cookies were kept in her purse. The man had divided his cookies with her, without feeling angered or bitter, while she was very angry, thinking that she was dividing her cookies with him. And now there was no chance to explain herself… nor to apologize.”

The moral of the story…
There are four things that you cannot recover:
The stone ….     after the throw,
The word …. after it’s said,
The occasion … after the loss,
The time …. after it’s gone.

Hello, nice person, did anyone ever tell you just how special you are? The light that you emit might even light a star.
Did anyone ever tell you how important you make others feel? Somebody out there is smiling, about love that is so real.
Did anyone ever tell you that many times when they were sad your e-mail made them smile a bit, in fact it made them glad.
For the time you spend sending things and sharing whatever you find, there are no words to thank you, but somebody thinks you are fine.
Did anyone ever tell you just how much they like you? Well, my dearest friend, today I’m telling you.
I believe that without a friend you are missing out on a lot.
Have a nice day, and I’m glad we are friends.

This morning a beautiful golden light spread its magic and made things glow in a very special hue.

Krishna greeting the morning sun, in the meditation room

Sun and crystal reflecting through the tetrahedron

On the balcony

The walnut tree is spreading its gifts

Through the kitchen window

A last sunflower

Acorns at the hedge

Autumn colours

Sun rays over the neighbour farm

An improvisational piano concert by Sri Ganapathy Sachchidananda Swamiji in Mysore, India, 13th February 2010. A fascinating encounter of an eastern teacher with a western instrument.

A very interesting video about ancient pyramids, underwater structures and artefacts hinting at our mysterious past. Beautiful cosmic artworks from different South American countries.

I yesterday came across this video about a young woman playing harp and singing with an angelic voice. The person who put the video on the web wrote:

“I came across this beautiful girl in Strasbourg/France in August 2007. Sorry for the poor quality, but as I heard this clear, sad voice and the whispering of the harp all I could do was grab the camera and save as much as possible from this poetic scene. – In the meantime it has turned out that her artist name is Yasmeen.”

You find more songs of this pure voice on her website. Here is another street recording with her, and and one more. And a little longer one. Sublime.

I just came across the beautiful video: “Musical Rapture…A Healing Gift for Humanity”, by Joao Cota-Robles. A free mp3 download of this sacred music is available on Frederic Delarue’s website: www.eraofpeace.org. The complete CD of Musical Rapture is 62 minutes long and can be downloaded at the website of the mother of the author: www.FredericDelarue.com

On the website you can read more about the background of the music, it starts:
“At the age of 13, a year after my first Near-Death Experience when I encountered Angels and Beings of Light in the tunnel reaching to the Bright Warm Light, I was guided to start playing people’s soul songs… On December 29, 2010 Joao Cota-Robles made his transition to the Light, from a sudden pneumonia. I did not know him personally but know his dad, Dick and his mother, Patricia Cota-Robles, whom invites me to perform my music each year to a big Spiritual Conference she organizes in places high in frequency, or ‘vortexes’.” Enjoy