It’s been a couple of months since my last blog, and in that time I have grown, evolved, and done what I could to stay sane with the horror of genocide in full swing, and to help as best I could.
This post is not about me, though, it is about all the helpers.
Those on social media sharing information, those donating to organizations that can help.
Those that help post truthful articles, with supporting documentation, citing the Authors and original posts.
Hundreds of journalists have been killed since the last post.
Thousands more children.
many thousand more women, and men.
I was doing past life trauma readings (and healings) for people around me, having to do with war, being the oppressed, the oppressor, those who couldn't speak out (and donating the proceeds to Meca, or Palestinian Children’s Relief fund), I have managed to donate a good amount to help.
It has helped the clients clear and release pain and fear, and hopefully help them speak their truth.
At what point does this horror end?
My country is paying for it, telling the same lies on the news about why.
A bit like gaslighting, what a narcissist does.
It is so they do not take any responsibility for their actions.
It can make you wonder about your own certainty, if you are not careful.
But, when you see the helpers, everyone around the world, who is just as outraged and horrified as you are, it gives you hope.
Hope.
All of the protests, all over the world.
Hope.
Those who take their young children to those protests, and gently and respectfully explain why they are both there.
Hope.
Even though two weekends ago, the Zionists were in NY and NJ Jewish temples, selling real estate; plots of land that are Palestinian lands that have been bombed.
Beach Front Property.
In the holocaust, there were piles of shoes, of jewelry, hoarded, from the victims sent into the gas chambers.
there were even gold fillings, in piles, from the skulls of those who were killed in numbers.
Beach front property.
I apologize to those of you who are used to me posting supportive, and inspiring spirit and light filled writings, but I think that this is important right now.
It’s important, to be absolutely present in the face of this.
It’s like, we have one shot at this.
You have chosen to be here on the planet at this time, and you have gifts to offer, healing to hand out, healing to receive.
It is the capable ones who carry us through these times.
Please don’t put tape over your mouth, or stick your fingers in your ears.
We need you to see, with eyes open.
I know it hurts.
I have to take breaks sometimes.
I cry deeply everyday.
I have also learned a great deal these past few months, about politics, about fake spiritual people,
about beholdened politicians,
about how some people choose rage at others, instead of feeling deeply their feelings of pain, horror, injustice.
Some people just stay in their head, not feeling much, but wanting to argue facts instead.
There is a poet, named Mosab Abu Toha, a Gazan.
His words, and his real time information, mixed with the incredible art of poetry, are like a balm to your burning eyes, your breaking heart, in these times of genocide.
He has written a book called, “Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear”.
I highly recommend reading, or listening to him reading it.
City Lights Books, here in SF, did a poetry reading of his book. It was online, and well as live (he and young family are safe in Egypt right now). His home and the library his family had are destroyed, so many of his friends gone in these past few months, as well
He read some work, and other poets came one by one to read a piece of his.
I will post a video of something of his for you to watch.
Somehow, it gave me nourishment to continue to listen to facts, to try to help in what way I can (sometimes, it is just about posting on social media. Sometimes it is doing energy work, where I am needed).
If you can please do something, whether it is to feel your pain, or your rage about this issue, or to stand up and speak your truth about it.
Of all those past life readings I did for people about war, trauma, etc, what kept coming up for people was the pain of being afraid to speak up.
Afraid of what governments would do to them, or their family, or community.
Or, because of their silence, a friend died, a family member lost their home, or was imprisoned, or killed.
Moral Injury.
and the fear of standing in your truth.
these traumas will outlast your body.
They will follow you.
Please, do your clearing, your healing, while you can.
Please, speak out for those who cannot.
boycott, divest, sanction.
Educate.
If you keep looking at the helpers, they are standing up for truth, for life, for humanity.
They are in the forefront, and in the background.
They are doing what they can,
We are doing what we can, to be a circle of humans.
Don’t look away.
In the first video, Mosab will read from his book, the poem that is the book title, and also “Palestine A-Z”.
This was almost 2 years ago, still occupation, but long before Gaza was obliterated and well over 30 thousand died, mostly women and children, from hospitals, homes, schools, and refugee camps.
Mosab was also imprisoned, and tortured, not long ago, but has managed to survive.
This post is not about me, though, it is about all the helpers.
Those on social media sharing information, those donating to organizations that can help.
Those that help post truthful articles, with supporting documentation, citing the Authors and original posts.
Hundreds of journalists have been killed since the last post.
Thousands more children.
many thousand more women, and men.
I was doing past life trauma readings (and healings) for people around me, having to do with war, being the oppressed, the oppressor, those who couldn't speak out (and donating the proceeds to Meca, or Palestinian Children’s Relief fund), I have managed to donate a good amount to help.
It has helped the clients clear and release pain and fear, and hopefully help them speak their truth.
At what point does this horror end?
My country is paying for it, telling the same lies on the news about why.
A bit like gaslighting, what a narcissist does.
It is so they do not take any responsibility for their actions.
It can make you wonder about your own certainty, if you are not careful.
But, when you see the helpers, everyone around the world, who is just as outraged and horrified as you are, it gives you hope.
Hope.
All of the protests, all over the world.
Hope.
Those who take their young children to those protests, and gently and respectfully explain why they are both there.
Hope.
Even though two weekends ago, the Zionists were in NY and NJ Jewish temples, selling real estate; plots of land that are Palestinian lands that have been bombed.
Beach Front Property.
In the holocaust, there were piles of shoes, of jewelry, hoarded, from the victims sent into the gas chambers.
there were even gold fillings, in piles, from the skulls of those who were killed in numbers.
Beach front property.
I apologize to those of you who are used to me posting supportive, and inspiring spirit and light filled writings, but I think that this is important right now.
It’s important, to be absolutely present in the face of this.
It’s like, we have one shot at this.
You have chosen to be here on the planet at this time, and you have gifts to offer, healing to hand out, healing to receive.
It is the capable ones who carry us through these times.
Please don’t put tape over your mouth, or stick your fingers in your ears.
We need you to see, with eyes open.
I know it hurts.
I have to take breaks sometimes.
I cry deeply everyday.
I have also learned a great deal these past few months, about politics, about fake spiritual people,
about beholdened politicians,
about how some people choose rage at others, instead of feeling deeply their feelings of pain, horror, injustice.
Some people just stay in their head, not feeling much, but wanting to argue facts instead.
There is a poet, named Mosab Abu Toha, a Gazan.
His words, and his real time information, mixed with the incredible art of poetry, are like a balm to your burning eyes, your breaking heart, in these times of genocide.
He has written a book called, “Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear”.
I highly recommend reading, or listening to him reading it.
City Lights Books, here in SF, did a poetry reading of his book. It was online, and well as live (he and young family are safe in Egypt right now). His home and the library his family had are destroyed, so many of his friends gone in these past few months, as well
He read some work, and other poets came one by one to read a piece of his.
I will post a video of something of his for you to watch.
Somehow, it gave me nourishment to continue to listen to facts, to try to help in what way I can (sometimes, it is just about posting on social media. Sometimes it is doing energy work, where I am needed).
If you can please do something, whether it is to feel your pain, or your rage about this issue, or to stand up and speak your truth about it.
Of all those past life readings I did for people about war, trauma, etc, what kept coming up for people was the pain of being afraid to speak up.
Afraid of what governments would do to them, or their family, or community.
Or, because of their silence, a friend died, a family member lost their home, or was imprisoned, or killed.
Moral Injury.
and the fear of standing in your truth.
these traumas will outlast your body.
They will follow you.
Please, do your clearing, your healing, while you can.
Please, speak out for those who cannot.
boycott, divest, sanction.
Educate.
If you keep looking at the helpers, they are standing up for truth, for life, for humanity.
They are in the forefront, and in the background.
They are doing what they can,
We are doing what we can, to be a circle of humans.
Don’t look away.
In the first video, Mosab will read from his book, the poem that is the book title, and also “Palestine A-Z”.
This was almost 2 years ago, still occupation, but long before Gaza was obliterated and well over 30 thousand died, mostly women and children, from hospitals, homes, schools, and refugee camps.
Mosab was also imprisoned, and tortured, not long ago, but has managed to survive.
In this Youtube Video, you can hear Mosab (he comes in at 2:30, and starts to read his poem at 9:25.
The man who opens this video is Rafaat Alareer, an amazing and talented human being, writer, poet, professor, and activist.
Two of his books (Gaza Writes Back (2014); Gaza Unsilenced (2015).
He did not survive.
Here is his last poem…
If I must die,
you must live
to tell my story
to sell my things
to buy a piece of cloth
and some strings,
(make it white with a long tail)
so that a child, somewhere in Gaza
while looking heaven in the eye
awaiting his dad who left in a blaze–
and bid no one farewell
not even to his flesh
not even to himself–
sees the kite, my kite you made, flying up above
and thinks for a moment an angel is there
bringing back love
If I must die
let it bring hope
let it be a tale
Be well. Look for the helpers. Be one.
Happy Spring Equinox.
Helena
Happy Spring Equinox.
Helena
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