Movie Review: ‘HIDALGO’ & the Wounded Knee Massacre

The New York Times article I just shared (or at least tried to!) on my Facebook Timeline, “Save
Wounded Knee”, instantly brought back to my heart’s memory one of my
favorite films: “HIDALGO”.

I know, the film shouldn’t have been claimed to be based on real facts,
as on further research it was found not to be, it would seem. That is,
as far as the big, long, deadly endurance race that Frank Hopkins and
his dear Native-American mustang, Hidalgo, are supposed to participate
in through the Saudi Arabian area deserts, is concerned.

But WHY did Frank Hopkins decide to take part in that ‘Race of Fire’ to
start with (if he ever did and if that race ever existed at all) is for
me the main point, the central issue, the central fact burning at the
heart of the story really told in the film, forming its whole actual
background from its beginning to its end: that very real fact, that very
real topic is the slow extermination of the Native Americans by their
White conquerors, and the torn loyalties lived by those who happened to
be half White, half Indian, and to have to witness and endure that
brutal extermination of the Indian half of themselves by the other half,
the White.

To witness and endure it would already be bad enough, but in the case of
Frank Hopkins he happens to be also the very messenger who, on Hidalgo,
is missioned to unknowingly deliver the terrible official orders to the
general in charge of containing what was seen by the White as the
uprising of the Indians in the area of Wounded Knee – the very area of
Frank’s own birth, of his boy’s years among the Sioux tribe of his mom,
married by one of the White men, his father. His name there had been
‘Blue Child’, and in the tribe he was still remembered and saluted
affectionately as such, but his outside appearance didn’t betray his
double origin, so among the White he was working for, he was just seen
as another White man, known as Frank Hopkins, with the reputation of
being the best endurance rider of his time.

Totally shaken by the massacre that happened under his very eyes after
he himself had unwittingly delivered the order for it, Frank has turned
into an alcoholic, saved from complete misery only by compassionate
Buffalo Bill and his Shows of the Wild West, where he and others find
some employment re-enacting for an audience scenes of the now extinct
conflict between the Red and the White.

One fine evening some very special spectators from Saudi Arabia convey
to Hopkins the challenge from their Sheikh, that the cow-boy cannot
claim to be the greatest endurance rider of his time, or he must prove
it by participating in one more race, right against their own Beduin
riders and thoroughbred stallions and mares, through the deadly expanses
of their own Arabic deserts.

Frank could not care less about the challenge, but there is a Prize to
the race; that huge sum of money, if won by him, could buy up all the
wild mustangs, so loved by the Indians, that are being rounded up and
corralled by the White Government, to be all shot if they are not bought
back, each of them for an amount no Indian could afford to pay.

To save those mustangs, his friend the Chief points out, would be to
save at least something very important in the Indians quickly vanishing
culture and way of life; even Buffalo Bill cannot help this time; where
else would the needed enormous amount of money be found? A hesitant
Frank finally accepts the challenge and with Hidalgo he embarks, leaving
the coasts of the US for that new, far away adventure.

If really the story of Frank Hopkins and this ‘Race of Fire’ is largely
fiction, as some critics of the film have so relentlessly done their
best to demonstrate (why??? Does it matter so much after all???), still
as it is told it is undeniably a beautiful story, and the real-life
Frank Hopkins, however a spinner of high tales he may have been in his
memoirs, can at least be proud of having been the basis for a truly
inspiring Myth, as it is told in the movie: even if it is all mostly
invented, still I hail the script-writer(s) for having believed in their
character enough to make of him a convincing and moving Hero, out of
his White cow-boy’s humble straightforwardness and simple dignity, yes,
but also out of his deep love for that secret Indian culture buried in
his roots, which in the end he allows to burst fully out of his White
man’s crust, and which saves him and Hidalgo from impending death, when
he at last claims that other identity so long repressed in himself:

After days and days of impossible situations to be faced and overcome in
a merciless nature and among even more merciless rivals, fallen with
bleeding Hidalgo in the burning sands, out of sheer exhaustion and
despair, only a few miles away from the end of the race, down on his
knees in a last cry of anguish he calls to his Sioux ancestors,
imploring their help through one of those poignant Sioux songs he knows
so well from his childhood; and his ancestors, among whom his mother and
brother, appear to him in the heat waves of the desert, with love in
their eyes and smiles, infusing back in him life-energy and power, and
desire to win; to the fierce, arrogant Beduin Prince with whom he has
particularly struggled all along in the race, and who now passing on his
great horse this fallen rival, mocks him, when the Prince jeeringly
boasts,

“You cannot win! I am of a  People of the Horse! I am of a great Rider Tribe!”,

Blue Child, a new flame in his eyes, quietly answers,

“So am I.”

And leaving behind his usual saddle and reins of the White rider, he
jumps straight upon resurrected Hidalgo and rides him bareback like a
Sioux, irresistibly passing the few remaining competitors, to a victory
hailed by the whole crowd and the Sheikh himself and his daughter, both
grown great admirers and friends of this incredible hero from far away
lands.

The last scenes bring us back to the real purpose all along behind all
that has been attempted and finally achieved: back in the US, the wild
mustangs of the Indians have been all rounded up and imprisoned in vast
corrals; soldiers are now getting ready to shoot them all down in a huge
mass slaughter; but a rider comes on a mustang, who shows them the
receipt he has from just buying back – the full amount paid in cash!- all the
mustangs; his friend the Chief has died, but did get the news of his
victory before dying; with the help of a few other Indian friends, Franck has the joy
of freeing again all the wild horses, who will have now a new,
unthreatened life in that area… where their descendants still live,
still free, to this day.

What I found remarkable also in that story is that the usual expected
love-stories are avoided. with both the two charming feminine presences
in the film: on the one hand, the heartless, ambitious and spoiled
British heiress whose old husband stayed behind on the ship, sipping his
iced gin, while his wife, familiar to the region since childhood and
having also her own thoroughbred mare in the race, will use any
seductive or devious means to win the race; and on the other hand the
thoroughly sympathetic young daughter of the Sheikh, raised on a horse
like his now all dead sons, but not allowed to ride in public and fated
by her culture to become merely one of the obscure wives of some Beduin
Prince who may win the race; so she does her best to help instead the
intriguing cow-boy who is competing too; circumstances bring them
together for some chaste moments, and she points out, quite rightly,
that both of them are hiding their true self: she, as a woman, wearing
the veil her culture compels her to wear whenever men other than her
father or husband are present; and he, as Blue Child hiding himself
under the face of a White man,,, in his case too, because the White
culture he lives in will not allow him to do otherwise. Together at
least they don’t need to hide: he is the only man to whom she will
deliberately show her face, without fear; and with her the ‘Blue Child’
in him will not fear to reveal himself either.

This speaks particularly to me as well, both as a woman still facing so
many prejudices in this contemporary world still so masculine in its
outlook on life; and also as a ‘colored’ person who has in fact all the
existing human colors in her being, but under the appearance of a White
person.

Since I have seen ‘Hidalgo’ a few years ago, I have become more
conscious of that fact. Sometimes I wonder how different my personality
and life would have been, had I been more visibly the metis I actually
am. Am I somehow in hiding?… Have I been all my life?…

What a pity that the critics killed that film even before it got out. It
is not as well known and celebrated as it should be. A movie that conveys
in such an un-preaching and natural manner such deep questions, deserves
to be seen. And it is, on top of it all, a highly entertaining film,
with just the right balance of ‘action’ and quiet moments. A lot of
humour. Stunningly magnificent pictures. Excellent acting all around,
with for example Omar Sharif as the Sheikh, and Viggo Mortensen as Frank
Hopkins (if I had not fallen in love with him already as Aragorn in the
‘Lord of the Rings’ films, I would have now with his Frank Hopkins!)
Viggo, always a most sincere and intense actor, really involved himself
fully in embodying Frank, and even more his “Blue Child’ identity,
learning with total dedication the real language of the song he is
chanting in the end. He loved that underlying theme I too just tried to
reveal in the film; when the critics managed to diminish greatly the
success such a really good film should have met, Viggo was quite
disappointed and saddened by this unjust treatment dealt to it.

I agree with him: this is a really good film. To be enjoyed without reserve by the whole family, again and again!

Cover of Hidalgo (Widescreen Edition)

Isis, or an Evolving Africa

TRANSLATION OF THE PREVIOUS POST , WITH MY THANKS FOR THE GOOGLE TRANSLATION KINDLY PROVIDED BY NINA TRYGGVASSON AS A ‘COMMENT’ TO MY FRENCH TEXT…

Another important thing that happened in February this year: the visit to Auroville of Isis.

Isis Noor Yalagi became a dear friend, and not just because she is the
only person also from Martinique who has spent several weeks in
Auroville, the last ten days of which at my place. Among our “Guests”
over the years in Repos itself, there are many people, French or
not, who know and appreciate Martinique for having stayed there at some
point, and to talk about it with them was always nice for me,
who actually know so little about that small island my family is from,
but where I have myself lived only for three months when I was eight
years old.
There was in this February 2013 a meeting of AIF (Auroville
International France) and I had been invited; listening in silence to a
participant from La Réunion island, who kept telling about the growing
impact that she found there for everything having to do with Auroville or Sri
Aurobindo and Mother, I was a little sad in contrast because of the total absence of
interest for any of that in Martinique, and in the French West Indies in general. I
expressed this sadness for the first time after the person finished
speaking.

A few days later a friend of Auroville hitherto unknown to me
was quite happy to spend a few hours on my terrace facing
the sea before she would return to France. I mentioned my sadness about
Martinique; she said she would contact for me an extraordinary person,
and moreover, precisely one from Martinique, who
happened to be visiting Auroville.

The following Sunday afternoon, sitting as I do now
often directly at one of the tables where we serve the various
preparations ordered by Aurovilians or Guests, I saw coming to me
a tall and beautiful lady, with dark skin, the sight of whom
immediately brought back to my memory the lines by Baudelaire evoking
his Martinique friend  Jeanne Duval: “a beautiful ship that takes off on the
vast sea … at a pace gentle and lazy and slow … ” (quote approximate, I do not have the text with me).

An exciting interview of several hours ensued between her and
I, sitting together there as if we were alone in the world,
discovering each other with a growing mutual fascination. Even from
afar, the strong personality of Isis made a great
impression on those of my colleagues who saw us together.

Martiniquaise (and so, French) by her mother, Isis is Togolese (and so,
African) by her father. I felt also close to her African side, which was
awakening in me all the memories of “my Africa”, the Africa
still French in those days, where I spent most of my childhood, where I
grew up …

In other lives I was also a Berber, and an Egyptian, two other
connections with Africa; her own inner connection with
Egypt is revealed through the name she has chosen for herself:
Isis. And it is thanks to her that I had this year for once a
birthday anniversary dinner on 23 February … and the old Berber in me
could enjoy a great couscous, prepared by her especially for me and a
few other privileged guests!

For Isis is a good and daring cook: a few weeks before she had organized
and conducted hands down, almost alone with the help of just a few volunteers, a large African Dinner,
memorable for the more than 300 people who came.
After meeting me, she decided that my presence was
essential for the future meetings of the Africa Pavilion and so I had
the pleasure to be invited to the next one, taxi paid …
but in this group too large my bad hearing prevented me from following
effectively what was said, so I did not renew this
experience. One intervention in a clear and loud voice that I have at
least had the joy to hear perfectly, was that of Isis herself,
highlighting with a remarkable clarity of mind and a great
power of expression that it was the evolutive message of Sri Aurobindo
and Mother that had to be carried to Africa, because that alone would
have
the power to offer Africa a future truly worthy of her,
revealing her deep soul, away from the mere copying of the Western
materialistic world that for the time being seemed the only option. When
she
said that, it suddenly became so obvious that no discussion
was necessary, this was instantly adopted unanimously.
Mr Tekeste was there also, the former Ethiopian diplomat who had been
the official link between the Emperor Haile Selassie and Mother, and
who after that chose to live in Auroville, since then tirelessly
pursuing his dream of establishing the African Pavilion, and conversely
of introducing Auroville to Africa; he was among those who approved with
the strongest nod of the head Isis’ proposal. It was equally clear that
for the friendly young Africans also present (all boys), students at
the University of Chidambaram near here, Isis had become a valuable
source of inspiration for her contagious enthusiasm and extensive
experience of public action.

My little guestroom being free shortly after, Isis
moved in, with the firm intention – while continuing to help her
young fellow Africans for the Pavilion – to start learning from me
everything she could about the Integral Yoga, including its cellular
dimension.

But our common life began on a note far less serious: I
was not going to miss the rare boon of this other authentic
Martiniquaise without taking that opportunity to elucidate some memories
I still had of my brief stay in Martinique,
precisely at this crazy time when, like in Brazil, the famous
Carnival  is on. I told her the words and hummed the tune and the chorus
of the song chosen
that year for the whole Carnival, apparently it had become a
classic for she recognized it immediately, and there we were, the two of
us, singing loudly in my living room in Creole: “VAVAL, VAVAL, WOU  PAS
QUITTER NOUS! …” (Vaval, don’t leave us!) while outdoing each other
dancing on the irresistible rhythmic cadence of the resurrected song,
punctuated by our laughter! After a few moments of enthusiastic and
delectable Martinique fun, this joyous past re-emerged in our beings
calmed down, bringing us even more exciting prospects of our
evolutionary future …!

About the future evolution of Africa, I’ll let Isis herself say
how she would like to participate in that, when she will be
re-established there, after a short stay in Paris starting from here.
Having read this article about herself, she will write the following
part of it with rested head, from Africa itself, as soon as it will
become possible. Africa does not yet know what onslaught is getting
ready to fall upon her, but myself, who have lived for even this short
period with Isis, and who can still hear her contagious laughter, I have
some idea of ​​what’s ‘preparing to break quietly upon Africa in the
coming years, and I look forward to it!

Isis ou l’Afrique en Evolution

Encore une chose importante qui s’est passée en février cette année: la visite à Auroville d’Isis.

Isis Noor Yalagi est devenue une amie chère, et pas seulement parce que c’est l’unique personne originaire elle aussi de Martinique qui ait passé plusieurs semaines à Auroville, dont les derniers dix jours chez
moi. Parmi nos “Guests” à Repos même, nombreux sont ceux, Français ou
non, qui connaissent et apprécient la Martinique pour y avoir séjourné
quelque temps, et il m’a toujours été agréable d’en parler avec eux, moi
qui connais en fait si peu l’île d’où ma famille est originaire, mais où je n’ai moi-même vécu que trois mois quand j’avais huit
ans.

Il y avait eu en ce mois de Février dernier une réunion d’AIF (Auroville
International France), et j’y avais été invitée; à écouter en silence une
participante venue de La Réunion parler de l’impact grandissant qu’elle
constate là-bas, de tout ce qui concerne Auroville ou Sri Aurobindo et
la Mère, j’étais un peu triste par contraste de l’absence totale
d’intérêt en Martinique, et aux Antilles Françaises en général. J’ai
exprimé cette tristesse pour la première fois après que cette personne
ait fini de parler.

Quelques jours plus tard une amie d’Auroville jusque là inconnue de moi
a été tout heureuse de passer quelques heures sur ma terrasse face à
la mer avant de s’en retourner en France; j’ai mentionné cette tristesse quant à la Martinique; elle me dit qu’elle allait contacter pour moi une personne extraordinaire, et justement Martiniquaise, qui se
trouvait être en visite à Auroville.

Le dimanche après-midi suivant, assise comme je le fais maintenant
souvent, directement à une des tables où nous servons les diverses
préparations commandées par Auroviliens ou Guests, je vois venir à moi
une personne grande et belle, à la peau foncée, dont la vue m’a
immédiatement remis en mémoire les vers de Baudelaire évoquant son amie
Martiniquaise Jeanne Duval: “un beau vaisseau qui prend le large… au
rythme doux et paresseux et lent…” (citation approximative, je n’ai pas le texte sous les yeux).

Une entrevue passionnante de plusieurs heures s’ensuivit entre elle et
moi, assises là toutes deux comme si nous étions seules au monde, à nous
découvrir réciproquement avec une fascination réciproque croissante. Même de loin, la forte personnalité d’Isis produisit une grande
impression sur ceux de mes collaborateurs qui nous virent ensemble.

Martiniquaise (et donc Française) par sa mère, Isis est Togolaise (et
donc Africaine) par son père. Son côté Africain lui aussi m’était
proche, réveillant en moi tous les souvenirs de “mon Afrique”, l’Afrique
autrefois Française où j’ai passé presque toute mon enfance, où j’ai grandi…

En d’autres vies j’ai aussi été Berbère, et Egyptienne, deux autres
connexions avec l’Afrique; elle, sa propre connexion intérieure avec
l’Egypte, c’est à travers le nom qu’elle s’est choisi qu’elle la révèle:
Isis. Et c’est grâce à elle que cette année j’ai eu pour une fois un
dîner d’anniversaire, le 23 février… et que l’ancienne Berbère en moi a pu y savourer un excellent couscous, préparé par ses soins exprès pour moi et les quelques autres invités!

Car Isis est bonne et audacieuse cuisinière: quelques semaines auparavant elle avait organisé et réalisé haut la main, pratiquement
toute seule avec l’aide d’à peine quelques volontaires, un grand Dîner Africain, mémorable pour les plus de 300 personnes qui y vinrent.
Après notre première entrevue, elle décida que ma présence était
indispensable aux réunions concernant le futur Pavillon de l’Afrique et
ainsi j’eus le plaisir d’être invitée à la suivante, transport payé…
mais dans ce groupe trop large ma mauvaise ouïe m’empécha de suivre
efficacement ce qui se disait, si bien que je ne renouvellerai pas
l’expérience. Une intervention à haute et intelligible voix que j’ai en
tous cas eu la joie d’entendre parfaitement, a été celle d’Isis
elle-même, soulignant avec une remarquable clarté d’esprit et une grande
force d’expression le fait que c’était le message évolutif de Sri Aurobindo et Mère qu’il fallait porter en Afrique, car lui seul aurait
le pouvoir d’offrir à l’Afrique un avenir véritablement digne d’elle,
révélateur de son âme profonde, loin de la copie du monde matérialiste à
l’Occidentale qui paraît pour le moment être la seule option. Quand elle
l’a dit, c’est devenu d’une telle évidence que pas la moindre discussion
ne fut nécessaire, ce point fut adopté instantanément et à l’unanimité.
Mr Tékesté était là également, l’ancien diplomate Ethiopien qui a été autrefois le lien officiel entre l’empereur Hailé Sélassié et Mère, et
qui a choisi ensuite de vivre à Auroville, poursuivant depuis inlassablement son rêve d’y établir le Pavillon Africain, et inversement de faire connaitre Auroville à l’Afrique; il fut de ceux qui approuvèrent le plus vigoureusement de la tête la proposition d’Isis. Il était clair aussi que pour les sympathiques jeunes Africains également présents (tous des garçons), étudiants à l’Université de Chidambaram pas loin d’ici, Isis était devenue une inspiratrice précieuse par son dynamisme contagieux et sa longue expérience de l’action publique.

Ma petite chambre d’hôtes s’étant trouvée libre peu après, Isis y
emménagea, avec la ferme intention – tout en continuant à aider ses
jeunes compatriotes africains pour le Pavillon – de commencer à
apprendre de moi tout ce qu’elle pourrait concernant le Yoga Intégral, y
compris dans sa dimension cellulaire.

Mais notre vie commune commença sur une note bien moins sérieuse: je
n’allais pas laisser passer l’aubaine rarissime de cette authentique autre Martiniquaise sans en profiter pour élucider les quelques souvenirs qui me restaient de mon bref sejour en Martinique
précisément à cette période folle, comme au Brésil, où l’on célèbre le
Carnaval. Je lui ai fredonné l’air et le refrain de la chanson choisie
cette année-là pour tout le Carnaval, apparemment c’etait devenu un
classique, car elle l’a reconnue tout de suite, et nous voilà toutes les
deux chantant à tue-tête en créole dans mon salon: ”VAVAL, VAVAL, WOU PAS QUITTER NOUS!…”, tout en dansant à qui mieux mieux sur le rythme endiablé de la chanson ressuscitée, ponctuée par nos éclats de rire!!! Après ces quelques moments d’amusement martiniquais enthousiastes et délectables, ce joyeux passé redevenu présent en nous s’est calmé, nous ramenant aux perspectives encore plus excitantes de notre futur évolutif…!

Quant au futur évolutif de l’Afrique, je vais laisser Isis elle-même dire
de quelle manière elle aimerait y participer, quand elle sera à nouveau établie là-bas, après un court séjour à Paris en partant d’ici. Ayant lu cet article à son propre sujet, elle en écrira la suite à tête reposée depuis l’Afrique-même, dés que cela lui sera devenu possible. L’Afrique ne sait pas encore ce qui l’attend… mais moi, ayant vécu ne serait-ce que cette courte période avec Isis, et ayant encore dans l’oreille son grand rire communicatif, j’ai quelque idée de ce qui s’apprête à déferler discrètement sur l’Afrique dans les années qui viennent, et je m’en réjouis d’avance!!!

Why the Body-Cells’ Participation Is Indispensable Too

Chief_cells (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

To have grasped and then also experienced directly the validity and
efficiency of the approach to Healing elaborated in Russia by
Grigori Grabovoi and his two main collaborators, and to have
celebrated that approach in my previous post, doesn’t mean that
everything that needs to be done for our body can be done that way.
There is a reason, and a very important one – an essential one even
- why Sri Aurobindo and the Mother, instead of doing it that way
too, went rather through the trouble of slowly awakening the
consciousness of their body-cells: if that is not done, nothing is
done from the point of view of physical evolution as such.

It is absolutely necessary for our cells themselves to learn the new
way of functioning, based on the New Energy, that the cells of
Mother’s body had the extremely hard task to discover on their own
and start living with. Nothing but learning this new way of
functioning will enable the very consciousness of our cells too to
awaken to the need of the Divine Presence as well as of the
development of their own divine potential.

This higher degree of consciousness that the cells constituting
Mother’s body acquired has become ‘ipso facto’ available to some degree for other
receptive cells in whatever other human body. This is how the new
way of functioning can be said to be contagious, wherever there is,
for whatever reason, the needed receptivity in another body’ cells.
Thus this new way of functioning is quietly spreading, whether the
individuals whose body starts to change are aware of it or not.

While I was in the ‘Russian Healing’ workshop, from the first day I
noticed my cells had gone very silent within me. They had withdrawn
from the nearly constant communication they normally keep up with
me. I understood immediately why: they didn’t feel concerned, as the
specific process going on didn’t call at all for their
participation. It was only my individual consciousness, in its
Higher Self identity, which was taking all the decisions and doing
all the work, the cells being only passively affected by it all.
What a contrast with our usual daily life together, in which they
had gotten used to being constantly consulted and always invited to
consciously participate! They didn’t resent the different kind of
approach that Grabovoi advocated for healing the body, but it led
them to a passive attitude themselves… just like when kids are
with their parents and the parents take the active role and make all
the decisions and treat the kids as if they were unable to
participate.

Children treated that way will never learn to listen to their own
feelings and take their own responsibilities, that means they will
never grow up into well developed and responsible adults, which is
the real purpose of the educative process.

Similarly, the overall purpose of the terrestrial evolutive process
is not just that our individual consciousnesses awaken to their
true, divine nature, but that the consciousnesses of all the cells
constituting our bodies get to do the same too, for they too are,
without knowing it, other forms of the Divine, and must awaken to
their own secret divine nature as well, with all the tremendous
potential this implies.

I know all this may seem extremely far-fetched to people exposed for
the first time to such new concepts, but this is the true Reality we
all actually live in, so we better get used to these seemingly
unimaginable things, for they are part of what will inevitably
manifest in the
new step of terrestrial evolution presently happening. How many
centuries will still be needed for such results to be fully manifested,
no one cans ay, but the process is already started in some people’s
bodies… the ultimate self-healing process, done this time by the cells
themselves!…

Overhauling the spaceship ‘Bhaga’ for ‘StarTrek: The New Evolutive Step’

Friday 22nd March 2013

 I am for the third and last day participating in that workshop in
another part of Auroville about the new method found out in Russia for
regenerating cells and full organs or bones etc (see my previous post).

Here are my preliminary, mostly happy conclusions:

1/ The main and crucially important interest I see in that method, is
that those who invented it are spiritual people first of all:
everything they recommend to do is to be done in what I would call the
right consciousness – the consciousness of our true self – and in the
right attitude towards the Divine we and everything else are part of:

‘I am in spirit, I see and act as the Creator does.

I am in the Light Stream of the Creator’

In that Higher Self consciousness, we are spontaneously attuned with All
That Is, as we are all One, part of The One. So whatever improvement we
want for ourselves we intend also to be for the improvement of the
Whole, as our next words say:

‘Rescue and harmonious development of the whole world.’

2/ The second most important element in my eyes is that those three
Russian men are also clairvoyant, which enabled them to come up with
some visual representation of how, in a precise way, our thoughts get
translated into Matter, become physical reality. The process is spoken
out step by step by the person as s/he does it:

- first as a Decision/Intent by her/his Divine Self in its capacity of
Creator, to gain control over a certain problem in her/his body;

- then the deletion of the past and present bad condition altogether out
of Time itself, as if the wrong condition had simply never existed: we
go back in time to one hour before the origin of the condition began,
and we stop henceforth participating at all in the subsequent events,
whatever they were, that initiated the problem in our body;   

- then the decision and the resulting deletion are fixed, recorded in a way, outside of Time and Space. 

The scientists provide us also with the inner images of a number of
symbolic objects that we can use then as tools for representing to
ourselves visually the various inner processes through which a specific
part of our body or the whole of it can be restored to its true way of
functioning, as it was originally and eternally still is, according to
the Norm given to it by our Creator. The result of our intervention is again fixed outside of Time and Space, so as not to be subjected to our possible mood fluctuations when back in the ordinary consciousness.

This whole process I have tried to delineate above in a very clear way
for the visitors of my blog, but it was not all that clear to me at the
beginning of the workshop, far from it.

As the hours and the days passed, though, it became clearer and clearer;
my understanding of the possible range of uses for each inner tool
presented and then tried out during an exercise did increase as well, to
the point that I started spontaneously formulating in my own way the
inner commands that needed sometimes to be used too; yesterday
afternoon, instead of the for me too long ‘Shield of Life: Active!’, I
found myself shouting inwardly the well-known brief and immediate
command used aboard the spaceship ‘Enterprise’ in the episodes of ‘Star
Trek: TNG’, that is, “Shields up!”

And this morning, as I was dressing up for that last day, I suddenly
noticed I was humming cheerfully the celebrissime tune which in each
episode of ‘Star Trek: TNG’ accompanies the celebrissime words said by
Captain Jean-Luc Picard about the mission of the ‘Enterprise’:

“Space: the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its ongoing mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before.”

Well, that was the kind of mood I was indeed in, going to that last day
of the ‘Russian Healing’ workshop!!! It says it all about my definitely
growing enthusiasm and sense of empowerment!…

And there was good reason for that: my hearing was already improving,
with the two tiny ‘crystals of my soul’ that I had visualised settling
cozily into my ears, to gently cleanse them and restore them to perfect
functioning thanks to the vibratory frequency of my soul constantly
vibrating in there through those two tiny crystals I could now almost
feel physically whenever I thought of my ears. And there was also my
heart, usually too vulnerable to unpleasant surprises and emotional
shocks; when we the various participants had together created in front
of our chests, each one for our own individual use, a small ‘Sphere of
Living Matter’, again for re-patterning to the Norm of our Creator
whatever organ or anything else in our body that needed it, the Sphere I
had just created had immediately, on its own, jumped inside my heart
and started pacifying and healing it, I could feel its very nice effect
on my heart…  

There is an exhilaration now in me for facing the Adventure of Life, which is akin to a sense of great Fun… Definitely a good sign as one more result of this workshop! Whatever the next command may need to be, as dear Jean-Luc would say: “ENGAGE!”

A derivative collage from two other files – captain Jean-Luc Picard in his quarter on the USS Enterprise-D (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Healing: A Method for Miracles, from Russia

Two Saturdays ago, a friend of mine brought me the photocopy of an article published in October 2012 by the Indian magazine ‘Life Positive’, with this fascinating title: ‘RECREATE YOUR CELLS’.
What I read was so fantastic I would have perhaps discarded it as not real if the photocopy hadn’t been given to my friend by a most serious senior Ashramite lady from the Sri Aurobindo Ashram itself. So not only did I finally keep carefully the article, I also started researching on internet this whole topic. I became really interested, to the point of wishing I had some way to get the direct experience of a workshop about this.
A few days later our little internal weekly newsletter comes out, and what do I find among the various announcements?… This one:

Russian Healer
A NEW KNOWLEDGE FOR A NEW WORLD
3 day workshop

The New Knowledge to cosmic consciousness is used for the rescue and harmonious development of the world. This workshop is based on the research of Russian scientists around Gregori Grabovoi. It is all about taking responsibility for our own healing and the healing of the world. We raise our consciousness through perception. The spiritual expansion leads towards a change of reality and we are acting on our Creator level.
This practical seminar will provide you with a wide range of methods you can use to expand your concentration, raise your awareness and thereby achieve your results. We are learning various techniques which allow us to renew the cellular information, as well as there is the possibility of recreation of organs, teeth, etc… Your concentration can bring immediate results.

Facilitator’s comments: Since many years I have been learning and teaching different holistic healing methods. The ‘New Knowledge’ actually helped me a lot to understand what happens during healing. Practicing with this method brings clarity and a sharp focus towards healing, which leads to amazing results.’

I couldn’t believe my eyes!!! Here was the very workshop I had wished for…!
As soon as I recovered from the joyful shock of this incredible ‘coincidence’, I phoned the facilitator and registered my name at once.

Note to Self:

Reblogged from dyke writer:

This is particularly true and beneficial when the understanding is through direct spiritual experience.