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Since you can not even excuse himself, but actually the other excuse / pardon requests, which would actually "Please excuse me ..." hot, or "I'm sorry, but we're all in use now verschluderten form ne - apology to the Divine Feminine (of a warrior in conversion) I apologize for my inability to to distinguish benign from heartless warrior, a reflection of my own confusion in the processing of the battles of the past. If I my heart too far opened, I was too vulnerable to attack. I was conditioned to believe that I focused relentlessly, and be prepared for all eventualities must strive to protect myself and others from attack. But I went too far, and shut myself too hard and burned the bridge between our hearts. I see it now, and I'm sorry.

I apologize for my constant absence, a reflection of my own inner absence, for my inability to go from a heart of contact, which was firmly blocked by unresolved emotions, to redeem I had not the means. Still missing me many tools for this, but I am open to her Appearance.

I apologize for my inability to distinguish relations of war. As a warrior in enemy territory at night, I snuck in and out of your life, selfish plundering and taking what I needed, I crawled back with the loot to the other side of the abyss. I gave back a little, afraid to be vulnerable to attack. I had war in my head and could not see the flow of love, waiting on the other side of the battlefield. Now I can see that love is the antidote for armored warriors, but I could not even drink in my state-driven.

I apologize that I do not could see my eyes blinded by anger and not molded frozen tears. If it is any consolation, and I think that it is not: I could not see yourself. I saw only what was my hyper-vigilance, my warrior focus. My mirror was the battlefield.

I apologize for my ungrounded materialism, my power-driven tyrannies, my obsession with the accumulation. Somehow I thought that accumulation would protect me and those close to me, but I failed to recognize that it simply perpetuates just crazy. I also apologize for my selfish abuse, pumped up a mirror of my own misguided egos to deal with work around a deeply competitive world. I could not between the healthy, self-conscious ego and the swaggering, unhealthy ego distinction. I went too far in the wrong direction.

I apologize for a sexuality that was objectifying and separated from the heart. I know you longed for real intimacy, is a fusion of our souls along the heart-genital highway. But there were too many defensive walls around my heart, and between our souls from resulting could not bridge. There were moments when your loving nature freed me from my body masks, but I did not know how to survive in this heart-fire. I'm sorry, because I know that the path after you longed for, the way to God.

I apologize for my terrible acts of violence, to distinguish a mirror of their own congealed anger, in my own inability true enemies of friends. There are no words that could undo what I did in these moments of madness. I know that I would hide my face in shame, but that will not make things better. I must take my own misdeeds to me again, and then find a way to believe in my ability to act from a loving place made. I call on the other male warriors to take over responsibility for the actions of our race, not in a way that is self-hating, but in a way that is self-honest and sincere sympathy. The warrior of the heart recognizes the error of his actions and has the courage to do all he can do to make it in time to make amends.

I apologize for my inability to enter into a conscious relationship. You were always there, with your beautiful heart in his hands, but I was arrested in my individualism and I was afraid of this unknown territory. I know the forest, the marketplace and the possibilities of the outside world, but my inner geography is foreign to me. You called me to a place to go to which I was not prepared, although I the surface of my bragging felt very well that you called me home.

I am grateful for your willingness to believe that there was in those rare moments of vulnerability, who I really am. You were right - the real me lives in my heart - but a few minutes now and again, the highest honor I could deal with. I saw you as dangerous, because in your presence I tasted transferred on a way of being. Still, helping your confidence in my goodness me through many a battle and put my faith in her life again when I needed it most. You were the light at the end of a tunnel, barbaric, and I am blessed.

I am grateful that you held to me, through thick and thin, and I understand those days when you had to give up and let go of me. I now realize that there is a huge difference between being in love and relationship. Love is not enough. Without being aware of the common will, there can be only frustration. I was so often impossible, I clung to my unconscious, like a soldier on his gun. I recognize the courage it took for you to keep your heart open in the presence of my resistance. You had every right to seek an authentic relationship, because your soul lights up in her presence. Your beautiful heart had every right to be touched with the same openness and readiness. I am grateful for the time you gave me, a respite from that hiding place, which I mistakenly called my home.

I am thankful for grandmother, because no one saw my obvious affection. I am grateful for my mother, for choosing to call me back to life and to nourish my body until I could find my feet. I am grateful for Mother Earth, for it. they are my ascent ground and enlivened my soul. I am grateful for the divine mother, the true mother of us all. Now I feel her divine presence so close. Wild compassionate, she was always right here, breathed life into me and kept me safe. I sit on her Lap while she breathes me.

I look forward to the day when the only thing that ignites a relationship, the reputation of two souls to each other, two souls, hearts that beat in the same direction, a hint of longing, of a bridge, from a being to another. I want to do, not because it satisfies my ego, not because you are outwardly beautiful, but because your mere presence of my God-self draws from his hiding place. I want to touch you with my heart in my hands, I would like to see a chemistry between us that sex is not identified, but one from the essence quillende, molten lava of love, from the the heart to the genitals and into the great beyond flows. In this world, drunk with love relationship is always experienced as a spiritual practice, as a devout expression of our God-self.

I have always believed that it is not possible to maintain sensitivity in a tough global upright. But at this moment I feel vulnerable, but without the fragility. I still wear a suit of armor, but there is a shift in the direction of my intensity. I can stay a little longer in the heart room, when I was there once, I will tender in many places. After so many lifetimes with a gun in his hand a gentle warrior is at the core of my being born. He is confused, but he knows intuitively that this is the way home.

Please give me or my fellow soldiers not to. Forgive us our sins, or was at least open to the possibility that we change when the road widens to meet the needs of our shifting plans to meet. The day will come when our fighting spirit loses its sharp edge, and is in accordance with a benevolent act. Some of us are already there and many more will follow us. The road to transformation is dependent on a bridge between the sexes, a benevolent bridge that celebrates our differences with respect and kindness. This work must begin with the healing of the cracks along the gender continuum, with hard work, to heal the collective heart - until the day on a bridge over the ages, are holding each other hands, the hearts open and light, and the sacred masculine and divine Female embrace that lives in the hearts of us all. I'll meet you there.

May you fall down the love of the divine mother to feel your warm shore, lifting up the mercy of the madness of this world, nestled in the grateful arms of those you have nurtured. Those of us who have received your blessing, it may not always recognized. But your actions of love ended up in us, haben uns wachsen lassen und uns angefüllt mit dem Licht der Liebe. Danke.


© Jeff Brown, 2010 (www.soulshaping.com), Mit freundlicher Genehmigung des Verfassers. Übersetzung: David Rotter
Original-Artikel: APOLOGIES TO THE DIVINE FEMININE (from a warrior in transition)

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APOLOGIES TO THE DIVINE FEMININE (from a warrior in transition)

I apologize for my inability to distinguish the benevolent warrior from the heartless warrior, a reflection of my own confusion dealing with the battlefields of yore. When I opened my heart too wide, I was vulnerable to attack from warring factions. I was conditioned to believe that I had to stay rigid, focused, prepared for any eventuality, in the desire to protect myself and others from attack. But I went too far, and closed too tight, and eradicated the bridge between our hearts. I am seeing this now and I am sorry.

I apologize for my perpetual absence, a reflection of my own inner absence, my inability to connect from a heart jammed tight by unresolved emotions that I did not have the tools to work through. I still lack many of these tools, but I am open to their emergence.

I apologize for my inability to distinguish relationship from war. Like a warrior in enemy territory, I would sneak in and out of your life in the night, plundering and selfishly taking what I needed, then crawling back to the other side of the abyss with the spoils. I gave little back for fear that I would become vulnerable to attack. I had war on the brain and I could not see the river of love waiting on the other side of the battlefield. I now recognize that love is the antidote for the armoured warrior, but I could not drink the antidote in my driven state.

I apologize for not seeing you, my eyes blinded by congealed rage and unshed tears. If it is any consolation, and I imagine it is not, I could not see myself either. I saw only that which served my hyper-vigilance, my warrior focus. My mirror was a battlefield.

I apologize for my ungrounded materialism, my power driven tyrannies, my obsession with accumulation. Somehow I imagined that accumulation would protect me and those close to me, but I failed to recognize that it just perpetuated the madness. I also apologize for my egoic abuses, a reflection of my own misguided ego, pumped up to deal with an inherently competitive world. I couldn’t distinguish the healthy, confident ego from the cocky, unhealthy ego. I went much too far in the wrong direction.

I apologize for a sexuality that was objectifying and disconnected from the heart. I know you longed for real intimacy, a merging of our souls along the heart-genital highway. But there were too many defences around my heart, and no bridge could form between our souls. There were moments when your loving ways freed me from my body masks, but I had no template to stand in that heart-fire. I am sorry for this, for I know that the path you longed for was the path to God.

I apologize for my horrifying acts of violence, a reflection of my own congealed rage, my own inability to distinguish real enemies from friends. There are no words that can undo what I have done in those moments of madness. I know this, I do. I would hide my face in shame, but that won’t make things better. I need to own my misdeeds, and then find a way to believe in my capacity to move from a more loving place. I call out to other male warriors to be accountable for the actions of our gender, not in a way that is self-hating, but in a way that is courageously self-honest and genuinely compassionate. The heartfelt warrior acknowledges the error of his ways, and has the courage to do all he can to make amends over time.

I apologize for my inability to develop a conscious relationship. You were right there with your beautiful heart on your sleeve but I was too attached to my individualism and afraid of this unknown terrain. I know the forests, the marketplace and the ways of the outer world so well, but my inner geography is foreign to me. You called me to a place I was ill-prepared to go, although I sensed, below the surface of my bravado, that you called me home.

I am grateful for your willingness to believe that who I was in those rare moments of vulnerability was the real me. You were right- the real me lives inside of my heart- but a few moments now and then was the most I could handle. I saw you as dangerous, for in your presence I began to taste a surrendered way of being. Nonetheless, your faith in my goodness kept me going through many a battle, and restored my faith in life when I most needed it. You were the light at the end of a barbaric tunnel, and I am blessed.

I am grateful that you stuck with me through thick and thin, and I also understand those times you had to give up and let go. I now recognize that there is meaningful difference between a love-ship and a relationship. Love alone is not enough. Without a shared willingness to become conscious, there can only be frustration. I was so often impossible, clinging to my unconsciousness like a soldier clings to his weapons. I recognize the courage it took for you to keep your heart open in the presence of my resistance. You had every right to seek an authentic relationship, as your spirit was ignited in its presence. Your beautiful heart had every right to be met in its openness and willingness. I am grateful for the time you gave me, a moments respite from the hiding places I mistakenly called home.

I am grateful for Grandmother, for no one saw my tenderness more clearly. I am grateful for Mother, for choosing to bring me into being and for nourishing my body until I could find my feet. I am grateful for Mother Earth, for grounding my expansion and enlivening my spirit. I am grateful for the Divine Mother, the real Mother of us all. I now feel her divine presence, so close. Fiercely compassionate, she was always right here, breathing life into me, holding me safe. I sit in her lap as she breathes me.

I look forward to the day when the only thing that ignites relationship is two souls calling out to one another, two soul-hearts beating in the same direction, a whisper of longing that bridges one essence to another. I want to want you not because it gratifies my ego, not because you are outwardly beautiful, but because your very presence invites my Godself out of hiding. I want to touch you with my heart on my sleeve, to know chemistry between us that is not gender identified, but that is essence sourced, loves liquid lava flowing from the heart to the genitals to the great beyond. In this love-struck world, relationship will always be experienced as spiritual practice, a devotional expression of our God-self.

I had always believed that sensitivity is impossible to hold to in a harsh world. Yet in this moment, I feel sensitive, but without the fragility. I am still wearing armor but there is a shift in the direction of my intensity. I can linger in the heart-space a little longer than I once could, I am softening in places. After so many lifetimes with weapon in hand, a tenderling warrior is being birthed in the core of my being. He is confused, but he intuitively knows that this is the way home.

Please don’t give up on me or my fellow warriors. Forgive us our misdeeds, or, at the least, be open to the possibility that we will change as the trail expands to meet our shifting intentionality. The day will come when our warrior spirit loses its harsh edge, and comes into alignment with benevolent action. Some of us are already there, and many more of us will follow. The road to transformation is dependent on a bridge between genders, a benevolent bridge that celebrates our differences with respect and kindness. That work must begin with healing the rifts along the gender continuum, working hard to heal the collective heart until one day we can stand on a bridge across forever, hands held together, hearts open and alight, embracing the sacred masculine and divine feminine living at the heart of us all. I will meet you there.

May you feel the love of the Divine Mother crashing down on your heartfelt shores, graciously lifting you up above the madness of the world, nestling you in the grateful arms of those you have nurtured. Those of us who have received your blessings may not always acknowledge it, but your acts of love have landed growing within us, us stronger and Infusing us with love's light. Thank you.

© Jeff Brown, 2010 (www.soulshaping.com)

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We have the policy, the politicians, the "state-manager," we deserve!

It is complained that the "leaders " we "elected " have no responsibility to take prompt for what they do and. To bear the consequences do not vouch for their actions ... they do not follow the interests of others, and alleged constraints.
honest - you control your own life? Take responsibility for your own life? Or

also search the "debt" to other powers and forces? The Company - " that one can not make" - the politicians, the state - "this is not possible, it is as" - in the health system - "that does not pay the health insurance" - or with their parents, ancestors, teachers, the school system - "the inhuman work pressure they will just meet " - the banks - " which I still have the loan (not) given" - of our money and interest rate system, that we accept, and of course exploit to their advantage (profit by the way of any business sense).

The exploitation of the earth and the destruction of nature - honest, you do without a car and consciously go around for petroleum products? Now you really natural food in the days when you grow naturally, even if they do not look like plastic and pay prices which are capable of living of the producers? You can not do this? Too expensive? Yes, when it comes to their own budget, then we save FOOD PRODUCTS, nourish our bodies. We make ourselves available synthetic food because only "cheap" one? Honestly - who's buying these things? If nobody would buy it, would it will be no longer on the market. If no one at company buys, the anti-social contracts closes, do not value their employees, have artificial items in our product range and their pricing - I just say "sizes " - very questionable - how long would these items are still in range, as long the company would still make profits? You alone can do nothing? Well, if everyone decides for himself to take his power as a consumer in their own hands and in turn, to change consistently, what we complain constantly, instead of calling for political restrictive, then it would Draw circles and consequences.

see also "tight" and would like to make a bargain? Even if you know that it is impossible to establish for 2 € a T-shirt to humane conditions. Or that the T-shirt for 250 € Never has this value, but it is a designer name on it, which there is "valuable" makes. These and other luxury goods are desirable for many people. It is not desirable to do what we really want, "because that is anyway not" , but it is desirable to become rich and famous. At any price. What really gives pleasure, it can you do not live, we do any job if you make, lots of money and prestige is replaced. Therefore you have to do stop a lot .... If you agree with that? This list can now be happy to continue and even drill down.

1000 and more excuses why something's not why we do not do so, but we think it is true or important, why we do not change, what bothers us, restricts or impedes. Then, the genes of guilt, the family - we had already - the fate or God. But he is no longer current, then just the new god: the money and the perceived security that we have this. But this security is also accessible more deceptive than out. Because money is only one unit of energy and we give it the value that it occupies in our lives, in our society.

It is with the politicians just as with the economic powers. We give them the power as individuals. Whether the voters voice or the energy unit "money". We give our power and are then compared to what do these "powers" if we are not directly exploited. These "powers" - political power or economic power - to take this responsibility is not comprehensive and sustainable, but only to their own best interest to keep its power together with all the attendant benefits. This "programming", Conditioning that we are powerless, of course, a means of power.

The addiction to suffering is programmed in our power structure as a means of power. People who do not accept responsibility for themselves and their own lives, can not let go of her drama, focusing on their problems and seek solutions in medical providers, in the form of churches, healers, Methods. Therapies appear to be similar or "redeeming" in the foreign aid workers.
Once the realization is there that the "redemption" in each is itself and it needs no redemption, but each one is a God, in his own created world, that created everything in this world to is, each one of us to support and nourish. Every individual on this earth is an important element, while the big picture.

They are mirrors of ourselves, of our programming - these are the signs for each one of us.

Do we really need spiritual guidance from our leaders? Need it? Do you really not know what is OK and what is not? Do you really have no orientation?
What are your landmarks, your role models? Need any?

Everyone in this society is an important part of this society, if he chooses to be. It's Time that we take responsibility for our own lives. Every man for himself in detail and we are all together for our society.

have 20 years ago, people whose suffering pressure limit was reached, made a peaceful revolution! They have torn down walls, put a system in case they are no longer accepted. Have you, like me, here in the West and were deeply touched?
Now that the time is right and the level of suffering high in this system, it is up to us all to make our common society fundamentally new, holistic and sustainable.

All existing structures are here to discuss!
finance, education, health, family, Work, retirement .... Not the current reforms, but fundamentally new systems we need for our society. It is no longer a means of power, as in the previous form of society, but sustainable, holistic freedom!

you know the price of freedom? It is the personal responsibility! Even be responsible for their own lives. Here in the self-understanding of the "3D-win" - not only for you and me, but also safe and appropriate for the community. This is the basis for the new company, which now arises. We are the state!

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