Category: Poetic PEACE Pilgrimage

Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 344 – 11/25/2022

Jo Beall

in honor of Indigenous Heritage Day…

in this field of love may we walk
all day long may we walk
through the turnings may
we walk
on the trail of pollen
may we walk
with love in our one heart may we walk
with  love before us may we walk
with love behind us may we walk
with love above us may we walk
with love all around us may we
walk
wandering on a trail of
love, may we walk
beginning in love
deepening in love

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Clean-sing and Purifying the Inner Temple

see in the center of our being, a large fireball radiating like a sun…

into the center of the fireball, we place anything on the physical plane that is needing to be transformed, that no longer serves… as it goes into the center of the fireball, it is transformed, and the energy of life is released like the rays of the sun…

see this fireball turn into a blazing yellow sun… place into the center of the sun any emotions, desires, energies, ways of running energy that no longer serve… these energies are transformed into radiant rainbow spokes of pure energy…

now the sun turns into a deep indigo blue and we place into the center of the indigo sun any separative thoughtforms, ideas, concepts… as they enter into the sun, these thoughtforms are transformed into radiant spokes of pure energy and are being released into the temple of being in all the colors of the rainbow…

see the soul itself appear in the center of the temple of being… all of the love and the light that’s been released, we offer to the soul’s plan and purpose… this energy rises merging with the group soul quantum field infusing the greater plan…

from our soul quantum field, see and feel an energy of golden light come down through us all descending into our crown center all the way through all our vehicles clean-sing and purifying us for the engoldenment cycle to come when we real-eyes the astonishing luminosity of our interbeing… a la la ho!

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“We need to be angels for each other, to give each other strength and consolation. Because only when we fully realize that the cup of life is not only a cup of sorrow but also a cup of joy will we be able to drink it.”

~ Henri Nouwen ~

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 343 – 11/24/2022

Jo Beall

in solidarity with our brothers and sisters and Mother Earth, we join in spirit with the Native Americans, the first people of Turtle Island on the 53rd commemoration of a National Day of mourning real-eye-sing Thanksgiving framed as the Wampanoag people welcoming hapless English refugees at Plymouth—a fictive account promulgated two centuries later during the American Civil War—is extremely problematic… during those two centuries, European settlers invaded Native lands, slaughtered Native families, and destroyed resources needed for survival of the Indigenous inhabitants of what became the Colonies, and then the United States of America… once the Civil War ended, Union generals took their battle-hardened troops westward wreaking destruction on Native populations and herding people onto so-called reservations, internment camps…

it’s a bloody and shameful series of chapters in American history that we have not dealt with nor reconciled… so, the question becomes, should we end the Thanksgiving holiday because of the fictitious overlay of pseudo-harmony and subsequent white-washing of history that it conveys? do we replace it, as the United American Indians of New England (UAINE) have done since 1970, with a National Day of Mourning honoring Native ancestors and their struggles to survive today and educate Americans about the actual history of the holiday? can we reframe this American holiday to include Indigenous Peoples, European “settlers” (itself a problematic term), and the continuing waves of immigrants from around the world seeking a better life on these shores?

under this new moon of truth, let us recommit ourselves to building that “more perfect union” and making a future where all people are respected, appreciated, and provided with the tools for “life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness…” we must repair the breach with reparations which are the ultimate way to build power in exploited communities… as we build bridges from the ashes of the racist and genocidal colonial past and present and begin to relate to each other with the understanding we belong to each other, we come into the sacred space of true gratitude for all our relations…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 342 – 11/23/2022

Jo Beall

this new moon invites our taking up our bows and arrows focusing on our dreams – yes, it is time to ignite our inspirations, visions and ideas as we rise from the underworld, the inner world to plant the seeds we’ve been gathering for the next phase of the cosmic unfolding… how and what are you rebirthing in this lunar phase?

in addition to celebrating the new moon, today, a day late, feeling and being in the state of aloha consciousness i join in the honoring Masahisa Goi with Global Peace Pole Day on what would be his 106th birthday… he was a young man when his countries’ cities of Hiroshima Nagasaki were bombed and he devoted the rest of his life to peace prevailing on earth beginning a grassroots movement involving people from 193 countries who have planted over 250,000 needles or peace poles in the earth over the last fifty years to ground and root this lasting peace in the stillpoint of creation…

may we take this moment to generate and re-generate waves of brilliant light…

Oh Great Spirit who dwells in the sky,
lead us to the path of peace and understanding,
let all of us live together as brothers and sisters.
Our lives are so short here, walking upon Mother Earth’s surface,
let our eyes be opened to all the blessings you have given us.
Thank you for hear our prayers, Oh Great Spirit…

in closing our new moon ceremony:

“Be generous in prosperity, and thankful in adversity. Be worthy of the trust of your friends and relatives, and look upon them with a bright and friendly face. Be a treasure to the poor, an admonisher to the rich, an answerer of the cry of the needy, a preserver of the sanctity of your pledge.

Be fair in your judgment, and guarded in your speech. Be unjust to no one. Be as a lamp to them that walk in darkness, a joy to the sorrowful, a sea for the thirsty, and a haven for the distressed, an upholder and defender of the victim of oppression.

Let integrity and uprightness distinguish all your acts. Be a home for the stranger, a balm to the suffering, a tower of strength for the fugitive. Be eyes to the blind, and a guiding light unto the feet of the erring.

Be an ornament to the countenance of truth, a crown to the brow of fidelity, a pillar of the temple of righteousness, a breath of life to the body of humankind, an ensign of the hosts of justice, a luminary above the horizon of virtue, a dew to the soil of the human heart, an ark on the ocean of knowledge, a sun in the heaven of bounty, a gem on the diadem of wisdom, a shining light in the firmament of thy generation, a fruit upon the tree of humility.”

~The Blessed Beauty~
(The Spiritual Teacher who revealed this Sacred Teaching, also known as the Ancient of Days)

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 341 – 11/22/2022

Jo Beall

“… And is not peace, in the last analysis, basically a matter of human rights — the right to live out our lives without fear of devastation — the right to breathe air as nature provided it — the right of future generations to a healthy existence?” President John F. Kennedy, June 10, 1963

today is a special day of re-membering and entering the deep silence of the inner ground and gathering seeds for the almost new moon in sag……

as i till this organic field of consciousness, i am transported to that friday fifty-nine years ago and into my 12 year old self sitting in my 7th grade classroom in a sleepy, backwater town… the world took a dramatic turn when the principal appeared at the door of our classroom with a newsflash: the president has been shot and is dead… i re-member my outrage now as if those words were just pronounced and how i could not believe how cavalierly he uttered them and with a smile… we were shooed out to recess where all of my classmates circled around me knowing JFK was like a member of our family… three years earlier, I had traipsed around the state with my father to his speeches and to his senate office in DC and i can still feel my heart almost beating out of my chest every time i’d get to greet him and shake his hand… and then the inauguration and his address that stirred a nation and now, 1000 days later, we’d be heading back to DC for the state funeral… today, i’m both a 9 year old living in Camelot on the brink of a new world and a 12 year old taking comfort in hearing strains of “We Shall Overcome” rising from the somber and dignified crowds of people gathered to say goodby to our fallen leader…

may we take this moment, this beautiful moment, to salute all poetic peace pilgrims with JFK’s invocation of peace in the quotations above and the video below of the whole speech that is magnificent…   these quotations come from this greatest speech of his ever, a commencement address given at American University some four and a half months before he was gunned down in Dallas… these words live on eternally as a clarion call for a peace for all time…

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may we all awaken to the wisdom of this radical (rooted) vision of peace…

“Oh Great Spirit who dwells in the sky,
lead us to the path of peace and understanding,
let all of us live together as brothers and sisters.
Our lives are so short here, walking upon Mother Earth’s surface,
let our eyes be opened to all the blessings you have given us.
Please hear our prayers, Oh Great Spirit.”

~Native American Prayer~

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“PEACE IS A DAILY, A WEEKLY, A MONTHLY PROCESS, GRADUALLY CHANGING OPINIONS, SLOWLY ERODING OLD BARRIERS, QUIETLY BUILDING NEW STRUCTURES. AND HOWEVER UNDRAMATIC THE PURSUIT OF PEACE, THAT PURSUIT MUST GO ON.”

~JFK~

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in this creation moment of eternity bathed in the waters of gaia’s womb, may we wage peace…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 340 – 11/21/2022

Jo Beall

looking all around, we are filled with gratitude

looking above, we are filled with wisdom

looking below, we are filled with compassion

looking within, we are filled  with true nature

living as one  in peace and harmony

always walking in beauty

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Song of Peace

“We pray to the great Spiritual Power in which
we live and move and have our being.
We pray that we may at all times
keep our minds open to new ideas and shun dogma;
that we may grow in our understanding of the nature of all living beings
and our connectedness with the natural world;
that we may become ever more filled with
generosity of spirit and true compassion and love for all life;
that we may strive to heal the hurts that we have inflicted on nature
and control our greed for material things, knowing that
our actions are harming our natural world and the future of our children;
that we may value each and every human being
for who he is, for who she is,
reaching to the spirit that is within,
knowing the power of each individual to change the world.”

~ Jane Goodall ~

may it be so…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 339 – 11/20/2022

Jo Beall

well come to this moment of celebrating the astonishing light of our interbeing while grieving the 600+ mass shooting of the year in what was and will be again a safe space for the LGBQT community on the eve of Transgender Day today and it’s also Universal Children’s Day providing a very special field  for us to gather in when we need to come together…

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“At its heart, “Somewhere,” the latest song from Portland, Maine’s Pihcintu Chorus, is an anthem for universal tolerance and acceptance. The song is soulfully delivered by Shy, an 11-year-old former refugee from Namibia. On the chorus, Shy is joined by the other 33 members of the group and it is clear from the emotion and power that this song is not simply an anthem; the lyrics are the lived experience of all the young women singing. ‘If we believe, we can achieve / We can be anything on Earth we want to be’ they sing.

The song encapsulates the mission and vision of the chorus. Pihcintu is a word from the Passamaquoddy, an indigenous community from northeastern North America. It means ‘When she sings, her voice carries far’ — and it’s the perfect name for this chorus.

Pihcintu is comprised of refugee and immigrant girls from 22 countries who have made Portland, Maine their new home. They come from countries like Burkina Faso, Iraq, Vietnam and El Salvador. Many fled war, violence and persecution, but have found safety in the Pine Tree State’s vibrant refugee community.

‘When I hear the voices of the Pihcintu Chorus, I’m filled with such hope for their futures,’ said Anne-Marie Grey, Executive Director of USA for UNHCR, the UN Refugee Agency. ‘Through song, these young women and girls are ensuring their voices are heard in their communities and they are doing it in such a beautiful manner.’

Ensuring that refugees’ voices are heard is what inspired Con Fullam, an award-winning producer, musician and songwriter, to found Pihcintu in 2004.

‘From Syria to Central America, UNHCR works tirelessly to provide the helpless with hope. The members of the chorus hope that this video raises awareness of the dire circumstances of so many and encourages those who view it to take action for their fellow world citizens,’ said Fullam.

For its members, Pihcintu is more than a chorus. It’s a safe space to make friends, acclimate to their adopted country and hone their language skills. Of the more than 300 young women who have been a part of Pihcintu since it began, 100 percent have graduated from high school and 85 percent have gone on to pursue post-secondary educational opportunities.

How You Can Help:

Universal Children’s Day was established in 1954 and is celebrated on November 20 each year to improve child welfare and to promote togetherness among children worldwide. With your help, more children like Shy will have the opportunity to build a peaceful life and give their family a bright future.” what abeautiful way for us to come together in this moment of mourning and celebrate all children of the earth and re-commit to weaving a cosmos of peace built on justice and guided by love…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 338 – 11/19/2022

Jo Beall

breathing in and out, standing in the center, may we all be true peace…

breathing in and out like waves in the pacific, grandmother’s ocean of love, may we all come together in this moment of serenity…

breathing in and out, may we be an unbroken circle of peace ignited by love…

breathing in and out, may our being peace take flight around the cosmos…

breathing in and out, standing in the center, may we all be true peace…

namaste

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 337 – 11/18/2022

Jo Beall

I, too, believe with all my being that millions of us share a genuine desire for PEACE as represented in this picture, a collage of millions of us crying for PEACE, acting for PEACE, being PEACE now… This desire, this belief (be life) ignites coming alive… Together, may we all come alive and make mystory/herstory/history/ourstory/mystery as we breathe into being a world of PEACE…

peace in oneself, peace in the world

today as i breathe peace, as we breathe peace together, may we breathe in Alexis’ Letter of Peace written seven years ago following an act of mass violence that happens daily in the land of my birth …

“I am writing to you from Montréal. On Friday, I lost my cousin during the attacks in France. Faced with this terrible news, I cried. Eric was the father of a little girl and his partner is due to give birth in two months. So many things are jostling in my mind.

I breathe in, I breathe out.

Eric, you were (and you are in my heart) a being filled with joy. I will pay homage to you by being joyful and mindful to offer joy to others. Today, I wish to carry that joy into this violence, this nameless suffering. You are an example, and I will follow your lead on this path of joy and openness of spirit.

I breathe in, I breathe out.

I have not given into the anger or the desire for revenge. Because it is anger and revenge that brought on these odious acts. Today, I wish only to hold those dear to me, and those whom I don’t know, in my arms and tell them that I love them. Only love will get us out of this circle of suffering.

I breathe in, I breathe out.

In losing a loved one, I am aware of what people go through daily, whether they are from Iraq, Syria, Afghanistan, but also the United States. Every day, people around the world are killed by gunfires. Today, I have the opportunity to join them, their loved ones, and send them my compassion.

I breathe in, I breathe out.

To hatred, to Mara and to all those who fall into it, I see you. You are nothing but an illusion and I will not identify with you. On my path of peace, there are no exceptions. Facing suffering, I observe and I let go. I do not oppose. I do not identify. I also offer love to these men who kill. Even if I completely condemn their actions, I cannot forget that they are a part of our collective suffering. I vow to work on my own personal sufferings, in order to lessen, in my humble way, our collective suffering.

I breathe in, I breathe out.

Today, people are speaking with one another, opening doors that were once shut, and are in solidarity. Even if this wave is only for now, I do want to see this presence, this support, this love for one another. I am sad that this only occurs in moments of despair, but I am happy to tell myself that it is always present. I vow to maintain this spirit of openness within myself and to accompany others to open themselves.

I breathe in, I breathe out.

I breathe in, I breathe out.

I breathe in, I breathe out.”

bowing to all peace co-hearts in this moment as we breathe and move to co-create a cosmos of PEACE…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 336 – 11/17/2022

Jo Beall

i turn again today to the prophetic imagination of MLK who inspires a vivid dream so clearly of the even more beautiful world we are creating in this moment as we come together in the field out beyond visioning a life-sustaining world that wages peace and harmony and liberation for all our relatives, where we sing the soul song of our birth rite aligning us in perfect synchrony with the conductors of this symphony amplified throughout every car of the peace train as we caravan in the promised land where we stand with our soles kissing the earth as our one heart breathes in the gold from the sun that never rises and never sets, that nourishes us with the most powerful cosmic elixir – love… from this love, we create a world of ever expanding and unending beauty re-membering that how we get there is where we get which is why it is critical for our critical mass of imaginal cells to come together and speak truth with the powerless to the powerful few as we stand resolute in peace and love, the way of all successful movements effecting lasting change… thanks be to all who real-eyes that a life devoted to serving is joy where we live each moment in the river below the river, the river of joy, the water of life… blessed bee…

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Poetic Peace Pilgrimage – Year 9 – Day 335 – 11/16/2022

Jo Beall

on this international day of tolerance, these prophetic words, written over six decades ago, give such hope today as we witness and listen to the last dying gasps of the old paradigm, the system of  extractive capitalism and power over patriarchy, while witnessing and participating in the emerging new world of beloved community, partnership society, a new/old paradigm of synarchy, of governing in concert, all of us coming together and standing in love for love…

may each shock to our collective and personal nervous systems, jumpstart our one heart into taking courage and right action in alignment with the will of the whole guided by our one true nature of peace where we each pick up a thread of the unraveling web to re-dreamweave a world of wonder, wisdom and welcome, a seamless tapestry of our one heart…

in this moment of eternity as we walk along the path of liberation, may we commit to the transforming spirit and love of peace, to making every breath a moment of peace built on justice and guided by love…

may we all live these words of the prayer of peace:

“make us instruments of peace,
where there is hatred, let us sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy;

 grant that we may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.

for it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.“

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