Within the past month, my son called from college with the news his ex-roommate and friend, who withdrew from school last semester due to illness, had tried to commit suicide.  His friend had hoped to be going to live with his father, whom he’d never really gotten to know, but dear ole’ dad said he didn’t want him.  His friend’s mom had remarried long ago and when she had more children, she cast this son aside.  My son recognized someone who’d never had any nurturing or support from parents or family, so of course, I was called in.  His friend had read some of my writings, so I did a “reading” for his friend but the timing was off.  His friend tried to commit suicide before getting a chance to receive what I could extend.

My son, having graduated, is coming home and is friend is coming with him.

My daughter called from school today.  High school.  She’s a sophomore.   My daughter had witnessed the problems going on in her friends household and had already asked me if there was anything she could do to help her friend.  She was worried her friend was close to suicidal.  Well…last night her friend’s mother kicked her child out of the house.  She spent the night at a teenage hospice but spent most of the time walking around in the rain.  Her mother told her she had 1 week to find someplace else to live, that was all the time her mother gave her.    Needless to say, her friend is coming home with her to my house.

I see these kids are our future.  They need help desperately but there is no place within our system for them to turn for help.   I’m not going to let them fall through the cracks in our society if I can help it.

Quite simply, I’m asking for help in taking care of these kids.  I am asking for donations.  Anything, no matter how small, 5 cents, 10 cents, a quarter, ANYTHING would help me help these kids.

There is a donation button on my main website:  www.hera-kles.com set up for Paypal.  If you’re not comfortable with Paypal, then here is my address:

Sue Ann Edwards
203 East Wishkah Road
Aberdeen, WA  98520

Please help…

Love,

Sue Ann

My husband and I have been enjoying watching an old series from TV called “Centennial”.   Part of the story was an attack on an  unarmed Indian village composed of old men, women and children.  At least in the movie, when found out, the action was condemned as “inappropriate”.

I now draw our attention to this news story:

http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2010/06/07/ap/middleeast/main6557304.shtml?tag=mncol;lst;1

It is a story about a video:

“The classified video was taken from the cockpit during a 2007 fire fight and posted last April on the website Wikileaks.org. It was an unflattering portrait of the war that raised questions about the military’s rules of engagement and whether more should be done to prevent civilian casualties.

The video shows a group of men walking down the street before being repeatedly shot by the helicopters. The American gunners can be heard laughing and referring to the men as “dead bastards.”

Among those believed to have been killed in that attack was Reuters photographer Namir Noor-Eldeen, 22, and his driver Saeed Chmagh, 40. Two children were wounded.”

The focus of this story is about a young man who released the “unflattering” video being accused of treason for leaking “classified information”.

Really…

how utterly disgusting and repulsive, much less decent, could our national character get?

and why have we turned into such a bunch of cowards that none of us speak up and say anything?

Bravo for Helen Thomas for her Courage!!!!

The conversation in my household went something like this:

He: “Did you hear the latest? Now they’re thinking about dropping a nuclear bomb on the well to seal it off.”

Me: “Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!”  Deep breathe.  “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! I guess I’ve got my answer for ‘how dumb can we get?’ Nuke the well, make it radioactive. Geez. That outta’ be good to watch from a distance.”

She: “Irradiated oil…does it get better gas mileage?”

He: “Yes, but it’s due to less wind resistance because you loose all your hair.”

There is something BIG that is about to happen.  Big, as in, ENORMOUS.

I don’t know what and I don’t know exactly when, but it’s close.

I’m sharing to get our emotions ready.  I suspect it will be something to activate our hearts to open further.  Our goal at this time ‘should’ be opening our hearts and KEEPING them open.

We talk a lot about it.  But I don’t think many of us really know what Love is.  I know I didn’t.

You bet, I was taught a version of it.  Littered with enough gems of truth to make it easy to want to believe in.  A lie, what my husband delights in calling “black magic”.  Black because it’s dark and dark because it hides something.

That’s the only purpose for dark…to hide something.  Something we fear to see.

I looked.

There is a poem by Kahlil Gibran “On Love”, from his book “The Prophet”.   Here is how it reads, free of any polarity/duality ideas.

“On Love

When Love beckoned to me, I followed,
Though Love’s ways were hard and steep.
And when Love’s wings enfolded me, I yielded,
Though the sword hidden among Love’s pinions wounded me.  When Love spoke to me, I believed,
Though Love’s voice shattered my dreams, as the north wind laid waste my garden.
Even as Love crowned me, so was I crucified.  Even as Love supported my growth, so did it provide a pruning.
Even as Love ascended my heights, and caressed my tenderest branches,
So Love descended to my roots and shook them from their clinging.   Like a sheave of corn I was gathered.
I was threshed to make me naked.
I was shifted free of my husks.
I was ground to whiteness.
And kneaded until I became pliant.
And then I was assigned to Love’s fire, in order to become bread for God’s feast.
All these things Love did to me, that I could come to know the secrets of my heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s Heart.
If in my fear I would have sought only Love’s peace and Love’s pleasure,
Then it would have been better for me to keep covering my nakedness and pass out of Love’s thrashing floor.
Into the season-less world where I would laugh but not all of my laughter,and weep, but not all of my tears.
Love gives nothing but of itself and takes nothing but from itself.
Love possess not nor will be possessed.  For Love is sufficient for Love.  When I Love I do not say: “God is in my heart”,
but rather “I am in the heart of God”.
I am not so foolish as to imagine I can direct Love’s course, being found willing, Love now directs my course.
Love has no other desire then to fulfill itself.
But since I love and have needs of desires, this is my desire,
To be like a running brook that sings its melody into the darkness.
I know the pain of too much tenderness.
I am wounded by my understanding of Love;
And bleed willingly and joyfully.
I wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of Loving;
I rest in the afternoon and melt in Love’s ecstasy
I spend the evening at home in gratitude
And then fall asleep calling for the beloved in my heart,  with a song of love on my lips.”

Love loves us even when we’re unlovable.

But it is only in facing how unlovable we are,

That we become Loving.