Wim Roskam's Posts - MyPeace.TV2024-03-29T12:08:30ZWim Roskamhttps://mypeace.tv/profile/WimRoskamhttps://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/2190253646?profile=RESIZE_48X48&width=48&height=48&crop=1%3A1https://mypeace.tv/profiles/blog/feed?user=1bj7zyz521zdn&xn_auth=noThe story of the Akaija, a sacred jewel with a message.tag:mypeace.tv,2010-02-15:1992146:BlogPost:1041232010-02-15T10:30:00.000ZWim Roskamhttps://mypeace.tv/profile/WimRoskam
<img src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/2220132482?profile=RESIZE_320x320" style="float: left;" width="250"></img><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="" xml:lang="EN-GB"><b>You’re on a beautiful, deserted beach...’ I told my partner Linda. “Just you and a stone circle,’ I continued in a soothing voice.</b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="" xml:lang="EN-GB">The circle created by my imagination became her sacred place, but it was far more than that. It relieved the terrible pain of Linda’s cervical cancer,…</span></p>
<img width="250" style="float: left;" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/2220132482?profile=RESIZE_320x320"/><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><b>You’re on a beautiful, deserted beach...’ I told my partner Linda. “Just you and a stone circle,’ I continued in a soothing voice.</b></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">The circle created by my imagination became her sacred place, but it was far more than that. It relieved the terrible pain of Linda’s cervical cancer, something that so many medicines failed to do.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">Surrounded by six standing stones, Linda, then 45, would lie on the seventh stone, and soak up a healing beam of light.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">These visualisations were just one of the many alternative therapies we turned to after my beloved Linda was diagnosed with cervical cancer in 1999. She was adamant about not having invasive treatment such as radiotherapy and chemo. Together we battled the illness that, in the second year of its grip on Linda, became an enemy we couldn’t overcome. She’d go nights with pain denying her sleep, and I’d lie beside her, awake and in my own agony at seeing her suffering.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">We’d been together 16 years but had never married - not even exchanged rings, because we didn’t feel the need to show the world how much we love each other. We knew. And that was enough.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">Apart from the first years we lived together, I have seen her worn out most of the time. A fatigue that had started in 1985 with a rare and extremely powerful lighting strike in her car while driving home from the school she worked as a teacher. That single strike was so powerful that it put out most of the electricity in the city where we lived, Apeldoorn, in the Netherlands.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">The thought of losing Linda was unbearable, but seeing her in agony was worse. Then, in the heart of her fight against the disease, Linda started uttering words, which certainly weren’t Dutch, and sounded Russian.</span><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><br/>“Linda?” I said, transfixed by her face. She looked different somehow. Something of her had gone and, in its place, was a flicker of another person. But who?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">The strange words kept coming and, with them, the subtle change in Linda’s physical appearance.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">Then she started singing in the foreign language. All sorts of songs poured effortlessly out of her, like water from a fountain. Some sounded like marching songs, other soft and delicate like love songs or lullabies. One word stood out though. Linda said it over and over and cried every time: Nasja.</span> <span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">I felt sure this word was a name. But whose name?</span><br/></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">We found out with help of a psychic lady, a woman who was said to have the ability to read the Akasha Chronicles, which store every event, every thought even in the cosmos. And she had an answer for us.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">‘Russia, a past life. You were a soldier and fought with swords and axes. You were hurt on the battlefield but you stayed alive for five days, all alone with no help...’</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">The woman had written it all down for us. A terrible, bloody tale of long ago. And yet it touched something very much in the present. As Linda read the story, her eyes seemed to fire up with recollection - could she be accessing a past memory?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">My own reaction took me even more by surprise. It was a revelation! With tears pouring down my face, I whispered, ‘I was Nasja - short for Natascha’.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">An ancient memory, long buried, had surfaced in my mind. I had been Nasja, the woman Linda had mentioned over and over again, in that ‘voice’ that came to her.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">“Now I know what happened,’ Linda told me excitedly.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">‘I was married to you... Nasja. My name was Igor. You were seven months pregnant and I was so proud at the thought of becoming a father, started learning lullabies to sing to the little one.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">‘But then men came to our village, gathering up all young men, and I had to go to war, marching for weeks, singing songs to <span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">keep our spirits up.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">‘It was the war that took me from you, my love. I died on a battlefield, calling your name.’</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">And while telling this her eyes darkened, got wet as it all came back to her and she started crying out my name, Nasja, reliving these awful days. It was so sad. A love torn asunder so cruelly. Just like mine and Linda’s... this time by the ravages of a disease.</span><img width="200" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/2220134385?profile=RESIZE_320x320" alt="" style="float: left;"/></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">We were two loves in a past life as well as in this one. And in both lifetimes, death was to come too soon.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">Accessing the past life memory of Igor seemed to have given him a more powerful presence. He became a third person in our home, like an ancient time traveller dropped into modern civilisation.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">He ‘took over’ Linda regularly, singing songs and asking for Nasja.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">Then one day, after Linda had been ill for two years, Igor grabbed all of his fingers one by one, saying a different word each time. He was watching me closely, his - Linda’s - eyes willing me to understand.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">As I strained my brain, trying to grasp his message, Linda interrupted.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">He’s counting! He’s counting to five!”</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">“I don’t understand,” I said while trying to repeat his words. ‘Am I to learn a new language or what?’</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">‘Don’t you see?’ Linda said, ‘He’s counting the days! Five days... and on the fifth day he died...’</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">was inside me.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">Oh my God. We were running out of time. Igor was telling us Linda’s days were numbered if we are not finding a cure very <span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">fast now. My soul mate was slipping away. I never felt so helpless or scared.</span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">‘What can I do to let you know I’m... there?’ Linda asked me a couple of days later.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">‘I’ll just know that you’re there,’ I told her. ‘But would you inspire me sometimes?’ I asked, desperate to raise even a hint of a smile.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">I had taken up painting several years back, had never had much success though. But something told me that would change. A few weeks later, Linda died in my arms, the time 5 December, 15.55 o’clock, thefifth day... She was only 47. If she had to go, we wanted her to go that way... us together. Igor had been all-alone when he’d died on the battlefield. But not so this time. His love was with him.</span></p>
<br/><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">During the funeral I held a speech, and at the end of that speech I spoke out these words: <i>My wish is it to meet you again in the future, and together find what we are both looking for: to be one.</i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">In the months that followed her death, I felt like half a person. It was five months before I had the strength to pick up again an airbrush, making a painting for Marianne, the therapist that had treated Linda during her last months.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><img width="200" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/2220134974?profile=RESIZE_320x320" alt="" style="float: left;"/><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><i>Give me a sign, my love.</i></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">I wanted five stars in this painting. Five... a number that played such an important role. As I held a drawing chalk above thenearly finished painting I felt were the stars had to be placed. And later I was to find out that I had made - exactly - the constellation Aquila, Eagle... upside down.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">In the internet I learned:</span> <i>the hero, Etana, wanting to ease the pain his wife was feeling during childbirth, rode on the back of the god Shamash's eagle to the heavens to retrieve a medicinal plant that would relieve her pain. The magical plant was only found in the upper reaches of heaven where Anu lived.</i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><img width="154" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/2220135770?profile=RESIZE_180x180" alt="" style="float: right;"/><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">And I thought... that’s us! We tried to move both Heaven and Earth to find a cure against Linda’s terrible pains!</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">Besides this... for the first time I was really happy with what I’d created. That was Linda’s influence. But I was yet to <span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">discover that my paintings were more than that.<br/>I learnt the truth when I met a psychic.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">‘Linda wants you to find an old ring of hers,’ she said.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">I was fascinated by this request, because in all the years we were together, we’d never given each other a ring.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">Why now? But if Linda wanted a ring, she was going to get one. I sketched the most beautiful ring I could, but it needed something more. A proposal.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">‘Bond with me in love and absolute freedom,’ I asked Linda.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">I got the answer I craved, three days later, when she visited me in a dream so vivid that when I woke up, it felt like she was inside me</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">‘Bond with me in absolute freedom?’ I repeated the proposal, and while I did I could feel the warmth of her hug as she guided the pe<img width="98" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/2220136019?profile=RESIZE_180x180" alt="" style="float: left;"/></span><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">n in my hand to write down just one word. <i><u>Yes</u></i></span><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">.</span><br/></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">Linda had accepted my proposal.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">I enrolled on a silversmith course so that I could make a ring deserving of Linda.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">Something inside of me had changed. Linda’s inspiration, I knew. And with Linda’s heritage I was able to buy me the tools and equipment a silversmith needs.</span><br/></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><img width="200" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/2220135986?profile=RESIZE_320x320" alt="" style="float: right;"/><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">I created another painting, Aurahealer, with a symbol that was soon going to play a major role in my life. Marianne, who started playing an important role in my life (becoming a friend, and new love), discovered that this painting, and the symbol on it in particular, had amazing effects on patients who saw it in her practise.</span></p>
<br/><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">Because I now had the some of the skills of a silversmith I thought it a good idea to make a couple of samples of this symbol in silver. Marianne tested them on a few of her patients with symptoms of chronic fatigue related to electromagnetic radiation and the results were impressive. So I made more samples and we asked colleagues of Marianne to see if their findings supported ours and so it was. They even asked for more, because the results with their patients were very positive. It proved to strengthen the energy system. Especially people suffering from chronic fatigue due to electromagnetic radiation valued it since it gave them a great protection against it.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><img width="247" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/2220136230?profile=RESIZE_320x320" alt="" style="float: left;"/><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">Could it be that Linda’s own chronic fatigue was the incentive to inspire me? Then the lightning strike, which is a source of ultra short electromagnetic radiation like no other, truly was a Heavenly sign of things to come.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">Maybe all has a reason then, and that her suffering was predestined, to ease the suffering of others?</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">I couldn’t save Linda in this life, just like I couldn’t save her in the last one. But this time I got the chance to be with her in her dying days, mine was the last face she looked at, and for that I’ll always be grateful.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">But the story doesn’t end here, because we discovered something else, something very special...</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">First we needed a name for this jewel and it was given to us by inspiration: Akaija. It was Linda’s own mother who heard this word spoken loudly in her head one day.</span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><img width="134" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/2220137876?profile=RESIZE_180x180" alt="" style="float: left;"/></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">When we searched the internet for the meaning of the name ‘Akaija’ - there were hardly any references then - we discoveredthat on an island in the South Pacific it’s meaning is: We, as in ‘We alltogether’. And it wasn’t long after that we discovered the numerology of theword ‘Akaija’. That meaning gave me goose bumps all over, because A=1, K=11,A=1, IJ (the Dutch ‘Y’)=9+10,<span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">which is 19, and 1+9=10=1+0=1, and finally A=1. Then it reads: 111111.</span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">When I spoke the words during her funeral ‘<i>My wish is it to meet you again in the future, and together find what we are both looking for: to be one.’</i></span><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">, how was I to foresee that her answer would change my life - again - for ever? Because when you combine ‘Akaija = We’ and ‘Akaija=111111’ the message is obvious and clear...</span></p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-weight: bold;">We are One!</span></span></div>
<span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><b><br/></b></span><hr style="width: 100%; height: 2px;"/><font size="2"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><b>Extra info:</b></span><br/></font><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><font size="2"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">This story was published in 2009 by an independent publishing company in the Netherlands. Its title is ‘Kiezen voor vrije keuze’ and translated it reads: ‘To opt for freedom of choice.’ We are still in search for a publisher in England or in the USA, so if you know of one...<br/> :-)<br/></span></font></p>
<font size="2"><br/></font><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><font size="2"><img width="300" src="http://storage.ning.com/topology/rest/1.0/file/get/2220138859?profile=RESIZE_320x320" alt="" style="float: left;"/><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">A few recordings of Igor’s voice were made and can be heard on</span> <a href="http://www.kiezenvoorvrijekeuze.nl/">www.kiezenvoorvrijekeuze.nl/</a> <span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">(select ‘Behind the Scenes’)</span></font></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><font size="2"><span style="" xml:lang="EN-GB" lang="EN-GB">Extended information about the Akaija can be found on <a href="http://www.akaija.com">www.akaija.com</a> and for Wim's other inspired art please take a look at <a href="http://www.akaija-art.com">www.akaija-art.com</a></span></font></p>
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<p></p>Letter to all Governmentstag:mypeace.tv,2010-01-09:1992146:BlogPost:1023202010-01-09T22:34:12.000ZWim Roskamhttps://mypeace.tv/profile/WimRoskam
<i>In 1854 the Indian Chief Seattle addressed the White Chief in Washington about the Indian doubts considering the plans of the white men with their lands. Now, in 2009, this speech finds itself a successor in the letter of a white man, written to all the government chiefs in the world.<br />
But in fact it is written to us all... to unite and change our ways. The time is now. Please read this letter and pass it on.<br />
Our goal is to read this speech aloud, to make it heard in the heart of the…</i>
<i>In 1854 the Indian Chief Seattle addressed the White Chief in Washington about the Indian doubts considering the plans of the white men with their lands. Now, in 2009, this speech finds itself a successor in the letter of a white man, written to all the government chiefs in the world.<br />
But in fact it is written to us all... to unite and change our ways. The time is now. Please read this letter and pass it on.<br />
Our goal is to read this speech aloud, to make it heard in the heart of the governments and of us all, and to ask for a peaceful change in the world.</i><br />
<br />
Apeldoorn, Netherlands, 2009<br />
<br />
To all our Brothers and Sisters, Members of the Council,<br />
Members of the ‘secret’ Government,<br />
<br />
When I was small I heard about dying fish in our rivers. This hurt me and I wondered why this was happening.<br />
But what could I do?<br />
Who cares about listening to a child?<br />
<br />
I’m a grown up now, but our fish are still dying.<br />
I hear the whales and dolphins, our brothers in polluted oceans. They call for help.<br />
They’re hunted down for scientific research.<br />
Your sonar damages their hearing and they die on our beaches. Is this science?<br />
But you know... their singing brings Love in the water of the sea and so they protect us.<br />
Now they call for our aid. Don’t you hear them?<br />
<br />
I listen to the birds. They followed us to our cities and lighten our souls by their singing.<br />
Their relatives are confined in small boxes and slaughtered by millions.<br />
They can’t walk, but are kept alive with what you call medicines.<br />
Then our children are told this meat is healthy.<br />
<br />
I love cows and pigs. They too are our brothers.<br />
They are fed with crunched fish and meat, but they’re vegetarians.<br />
You force the farmers to mark them and to inject them with your medicines.<br />
Aren’t they allowed names anymore? Who comforts them when they are crying?<br />
How will an unhappy cow produce healthy milk?<br />
I don’t need science to answer that question.<br />
<br />
We hear your voice every day through TV and read your words in the papers.<br />
My whole life I have heard your voice. I grew up this way.<br />
Maybe we are children still, and we hope you’ll give us the example of wise elders.<br />
<br />
In our gardens and orchards bees are taking care of the new crop, fertilizing the flowers.<br />
But now many bee colonies are dying. Their buzz is fading.<br />
Then who’s going to fertilize the flowers?<br />
Does this mean soon there will be no fruits on the trees?<br />
Then, when we raise our children, who will teach them the taste of an apple?<br />
<br />
You now demand that our daughters be injected to protect them against cancer.<br />
Scientists say that this is for their health, but other scientists say this is unproven yet and that it’s poison.<br />
Who are we to believe? Science should be honest, shouldn't it?<br />
When science, always quoted by you, tells two contradictory viewpoints, one of these must be a lie.<br />
That’s scientific logic.<br />
<br />
Is it fabrication?<br />
And when a pestilence breaks out... will you then force all to be poisoned with the same fluids?<br />
Or do you grant each and all of us our free will to make decisions, even if they seem irrational?<br />
We are children and we want to trust you, because you are our representatives.<br />
But we lose our faith in you. Can you understand this?<br />
<br />
Our cities hurt our eyes, our ears and our noses.<br />
Cars consume all the oxygen and fumes pollute the air.<br />
You state that we should change to nuclear power, but I’m afraid of this.<br />
Why don’t you tell the people that for ages very simple solutions exist to generate power?<br />
Aren’t we allowed to know this? Are you afraid of change?<br />
<br />
When I look out of the garden at night to the skies above I can hardly see the stars.<br />
But when I’m in the desert, far from our cities, I see thousands of stars, so many that I’m silent in astonishment and craving. I see the Galaxy as a river of light and life.<br />
Where have all the stars above our cities gone?<br />
You’ve taught us we are a civilized country. And that the European Union is now a Union of civilized countries.<br />
I believed this. But now I’ve trouble sharing your opinion.<br />
<br />
We learned that the Great Spirit is a God of unconditional Love and that we should live by his example.<br />
Why then, so I wonder, are other countries subjugated and tied to our rules?<br />
Why are their national riches plundered, but they can't pay their debts?<br />
Why are their inhabitants too poor to stay alive?<br />
Why do you allow that weapons, our weapons, tear apart their tribes?<br />
And why are our medicines tested on their inhabitants?<br />
Why don’t you demonstrate the love of the Great Spirit?<br />
In your deeds we don’t recognize your words.<br />
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Everywhere around us aerials are erected, emitting radiation every second of the day.<br />
We have listened well to your voice, because we now all carry small mobile emitters with us.<br />
That way we can be found and tracked always and everywhere.<br />
Your scientists tell us this radiation is safe.<br />
But why are so many people suffering from this?<br />
We’ve now lost the rhythm of Gaia, our mother Earth; our bodies don’t find rest and our society works 24 hours per day. And to sleep we are prescribed medicines.<br />
Is this your idea of a civilized country?<br />
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All our documents are provided with hidden transmitters and you oblige us to carry them everywhere.<br />
Will we soon loose our names, our identities, and will we be numbers in your computers?<br />
You’ve told us that we work for our future, for safety and comfort.<br />
But the money we’ve saved appears to lose its value.<br />
Yet we read that your own incomes are growing even now there’s crisis.<br />
People lose their jobs, their homes and they are unhappy.<br />
So they buy liquors and cigarettes and to forget they are prescribed more medicines.<br />
How can this be?<br />
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Why is it that many natural medicines are forbidden now?<br />
Why are the natural ingredients in our food killed by radiation?<br />
Why will soon vitamins and minerals be expelled from our food?<br />
Then we get ill.<br />
I read that in some countries the court forces people to be injected with your poison when they have cancer.<br />
And our health therapists are prosecuted when they advise natural therapy instead.<br />
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We don’t understand your wise words anymore. You contradict yourself.<br />
So maybe you’re just one of us, maybe a big brother... bullying us.<br />
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Maybe we were foolish placing our responsibility in your hands, because look what has become of our beautiful planet...<br />
The air is polluted, the sea contaminated, the land is ripped of it’s riches and its animals locked up as production units.<br />
We are lonely, and yet we are with so many.<br />
We long for harmony, togetherness and unity.<br />
Aren’t we all Keepers of the Earth? Didn’t the Great Spirit give us this task?<br />
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In the past we killed our Red Brothers and occupied their grounds.<br />
We conquered overseas countries and colonized the lands.<br />
Now you have spacecraft and visit other planets.<br />
Will you now colonize other planets, just like we did America? Build cities?<br />
What are your motives, so I wonder?<br />
Because it looks like you make mankind a dying race itself.<br />
Don’t you understand that unconditional Love, and Gratitude... are the real keys to make this world a paradise, capable of housing even billions of humans living in harmonious co-existence with each other and with animals and plants, since we are all part of this Nature... of this Earth... of the Cosmos... of the Great Spirit.<br />
And doesn’t this include you too?<br />
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Members of the Council, of the Governments Worldwide, Brothers and Sisters...<br />
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Maybe we should reclaim our responsibility.<br />
Then we relieve you of your task.<br />
Maybe you don’t see it yet, but we are uniting.<br />
Everywhere people stand up, contacting their brothers and sisters worldwide.<br />
We reconnect to our animals that call for our help.<br />
We reconnect to our ancestors and guardian angels, whose silent voices speak to us.<br />
We reconnect to our brothers in the universe with whom we already exchange signals through our crop circles.<br />
We are re-membering.<br />
Do you hear our call?<br />
Will you listen when our United Voice reaches your ears?<br />
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The same red brothers, whose land was taken, tell us 2012 is an important Year of the Sun.<br />
That change will come.<br />
It’s nearly that time.<br />
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We are the children of a new world.<br />
We wish to clean the air and the rivers, bring life back into the seas, because we wish to hear again the murmur of the rivers, see distant mountains in the clean air and feel the vibrations of Gaia, our mother Earth.<br />
We wish to be grateful to our brothers and sisters, the plants and animals that feed us and treat them with love.<br />
We seek for rest in our villages and we long for time to enjoy this.<br />
We wish that all people eat and live in peace together, without weapons.<br />
We seek no battle.<br />
Then we can teach our children and make them proud of us.<br />
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We’ve always listened and lived by your standards.<br />
But now that you ask us to give up our identity, our freedom of choice, then in fact we give you our lives, we even give you the Earth in your hands. Then realize we don’t think light of this, and that we will not do so easily, because this is a great good and we doubt your motives.<br />
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Yet we will be grateful for all that you taught us.<br />
The time is now. Change is coming. It’s up to you to join us.<br />
Please respect our free will; let us make our choices, in the faith that you’ve taught us everything we need to know.<br />
Then we can commemorate you as Elders who may have made mistakes, but whose intentions were good.<br />
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Wim Roskam, author of ‘To opt for freedom of choice’<br />
Marianne Agterdenbos, Biophoton therapist<br />
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