Hanging In The Balance
Beginning
in the 1960's, a photographer named Sebastiao Salgado, of Brazil,
made drawings with light by camera and they called it photography.
Picturing the suffering of humanity on Earth he documented horror.
Reflections in black and white on paper to show all that what people
have done to themselves and to the others is deeply embedded
in the ongoing psyche of every man and woman who will live here and
it will be so until purged. In the quest for riches that power an
empire, be it an empire of one man or millions, there is no limit to
the level of disgrace to which man has willing stooped. An empire
comes and it goes and another replaces it. People are enslaved,
tortured, starved, annihilated. By other people. Just before dying
of deep soul sickness brought on by what he had witnessed, Sebastiao
discovered a truth and it changed everything for him to allow him to
live on as a recovered soul. A recovered soul. The impossible story
of the resurrection of a man's soul is of vital importance to many
who now are ready to hear. And more who will become ready shortly.
How
can it be? Sebastiao returned to his birth home. To a once thriving
cattle farm carved from a splendid forest that in his absence had
been transformed into a desert that would no longer support a family.
His aging parents were stymied. They had no idea how to make a
comeback. Sebastiao's wife suggested, Why not replant the forest?
And they began, having no alternative in sight. They had no one to
teach them how such a thing is to be done and no book of directions.
In ten years the forest had been resurrected. Today it is a paradise
to behold. The Salgado family has relinquished all claim to its
ownership by returning the forest to the people of Brazil. A park.
This
Sebastiao found to be true: As constant as the
determination of people to destroy the planet and their own
souls in the process is the determination to restore
it and recover their souls in that process. This
balance, unplanned by man, works by a force that has been present
before first man which has been known on occasion to pass through a
man as its conduit to make it so. But, only after sickness of the
soul has nearly destroyed him and an admission of the sorry state
wherein he finds himself some are reborn. Those living on following
rebirth begin a march to fully recover lost soul.
Once,
long ago, to America sick people came in ships in search of India's
riches to steal them after killing Indians. Upon discovering they
were not in India as planned they decided to try their luck in the
New World they had found. If it contained gold and silver they would
have it all after killing and raping Indians as planned. The disease
spread across Europe and many countries sent ships to the New World
of Indians not living in India as expected.
To rape, murder, and plunder. They soon brought ships filled with
Europe's undesirables as settlers to oversee the fiendish operation
and share in the spoils. In record time, the Americas, (North,
Central, and South) were owned by the Europeans, at first those
living back in Europe who sent the ships, later by those well armed
Europeans and some of the mixed bloods trained and armed by them, now
living on American soil. The not-Indian Indians had no chance really.
They suffered before photography developed to record it. But they
suffered mightily at the hands of the greedy white invaders. The
whites never have admitted the harm caused by their greedy ways nor
have they even attempted to make things right, for they continue to
imbibe every liquor of nastier and nastier greed to this day. And
have been able to corrupt souls everywhere by now locking them in a
web of ambitious and clever salesmanship in a shell game by another
name.
So,
it is going to happen that some who will become desperately ill with
soul sickness, will, just before they are killed by the weight of it,
be reborn psychically to begin the march to fully recover lost
balance of psyche for the individual who wants it which will require
dedicated service to the replanting and nurturing of a garden that
had been in existence previously all without coercion nor an
instruction manual to guide them to do it faithfully, silently,
humbly, without praise, through intuitive knowledge revealed
simultaneously to a band of equals who will have arisen from every
conceivable circumstance to work together as brothers and sisters in
love with patient attention to detail. Once bitter enemies will be
recognized among them and all will be forgiven. The garden spoken of
is, of course, the
Reality of Man.
Reality of Man.
