“A warrior is only a man. A humble man. He cannot change the designs of his death, But his impeccable spirit, which has stored power after stupendous hardships, can certainly hold his death for a moment, a moment long enough to let him rejoice for the last time in recalling his power. We may say that that is a gesture which death has with those who have an impeccable spirit.”
Carlos Castaneda

Journey to Ixtlan

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When the first Gulf War was raging in 1991 Israel was under constant attack. People were walking around with gas masks and injections awaiting the sirens. During one of these days my little sister, then 6 years old, accompanied my mother, who was a teacher, to school. My mother said that at one point, in the midst of an alarming siren my sister sat there drawing a serene picture – something like flowers and the sun (I don’t recall the details). My sister’s perception at the time was focused on a different plane then that of the people around her.

What if I were to tell you that this is not a phenomenon of children but of people?

What if I were to tell you that we all have an individual focus which affects what we percieve, what we sense and what we conclude about the world?

What if I were to tell you that there are people with a complete different perception then yours & mine?

What if I were to tell you that these people see and know things that you and I don’t?

What if these people claimed that something big is happening right now?

What if these people knew that we were heading into a storm most of us simply cannot fathom?

What if these people told you that if you only knew what they knew, you would be able to see how petty your worries are?

What if these people told you that was happening is for the better, even though you may not be able to identify what it is that’s getting improving?

Would you be able to listen? Would you have enough doubt inside to find an opening and a space for a different perspective? Would you be sensitive enough to appreciate their effort and draw strength from it?

It’s happening anyway.


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