Driving down the highway I always feel like I’m traveling in a time machine. During deep conversations time seems to stop. Sometimes the time zones change. And the sunrise or sunsets stretch out into eternity before you. All these gifts were ours as we made the trip to Bill & Bonnie Rogers’ splendid house in the Tennessee hills. Bill drove down to guide us thru the twists & turns up the mountain. Bonnie greeted us with the table beautifully set for our late supper. What a joy to be welcomed back again by these friends.
In the morning we drove over to Rockford TN. the homestead where Don Brakebill was born & shared his gifts with the world. Charlotte, who holds many study groups there, made us a lovely breakfast; & her dear son Michael played us a recording of Don singing, which brought us all tears of joy. As I mentioned in an earlier post Don Crossed the Threshold just 5 months prior, on Whitsunday, while I happened to be in town presenting. This Southern Tour was sparked from wanting to bring the All Souls Journey here in light of Don’s death.
Charlotte explained how she felt it was unsafe to go down by the barn where Don’s ashes were laid. She said that during the memorial, scores of folks were down there, driving in & out with no problem. But that recently they took Don’s truck, which he so loved to drive, down to the barn with a friend. Near the area the ground had given way, & Don’s truck fell axle deep into a sink hole, exposing an underwater stream.
Well I just about fell out of my chair. I got shivers thinking about my trepidatious walk in the dried up reservoir in the Atlanta where I had the feeling I would be pulled into a sink hole; & the coincidence with Angela’s dream, recorded on the same date a year earlier, where a tree was uprooted & her warning that the ground was unstable…I wondered what date this sinkhole by the barn had happened, & what it all might mean. Michael said he could just see Don cracking a smile about the whole thing.
The connection with the underground stream, the living waters of Muscle Shoals, the Tennessee & Mississippi Rivers, my experience, & Angela’s dream – it was all so… interesting.
What seems to want to be revealed is speaking forth from the mystery of the element of water itself – the way it is so adaptable, so relentless in it’s journey from source. Flowing, sometimes strong & vast, other times, slow & still, lying hidden, down below the surface, waiting to be discovered. A deep well of possibilities.
Like the so-called dead. We can’t see them, but they are stirring mighty tides in the spirit world. Raining inspiration vast as the ocean, which seeks to be uncovered within our own soul forces. If we don’t pay attention, the Father Ground may shake us open, as a mercy, to awaken our often unconscious longing for connection with spirit.
Will we look into the water, into the etheric realm? Will we find there a reflection of ourselves, as we live into “Christ in me’…?
I carried all this in my heart as we made our way back to Bill & Bonnie’s for the All Souls Festival. Soon folks arrived & we set to work.
We gathered around the large dining table doing eurythmy, which someone mentioned had the dual purpose of blessing the food. The Circle of Remembrance was particularly poignant. Vicki, who had also lost her husband, read out the many names of the beloved dead. The room expanded with their loving presence. The comments & stories brought a deep practical understanding of working with the dead. Charlotte’s experience in striving to be open to the communications with Don brought a new dimension to my thinking, which I am continuing to ponder & apply.
James Stamper, working on his iPad did some amazing art in response to our work.
This was the last presentation of the Tour, a true capstone event. We were reluctant to leave, but we had a long drive back to Atlanta & another brilliant sunset was calling us to the road.
Tomorrow we end this series with the last extra ordinary day in Atlanta.
I trust you are keeping the Thanks Giving going…
Blessings & Peace
POD (Poem Of the Day)
~On the Riverwalk
The world whirls
Striding in my silence
Arms akimbo, my breath unhurried
Thinking like the sleep of small animals
Open & drifting like a birch leaf
Fine with settling amongst its fellows in a heap.
13 – 14 December 2019
“The Spiritual Goetheanum, the threefold human being and the threefold social impulse”
Friday 13 December , 7 – 9 pm
Saturday 14 December, 9 am – noon
$50 for the full weekend workshop, or pay what you will
Rüdiger has been working in Curative Education and teaching in professional training programs in Germany and the United States for over 40 years. A long-time student of anthroposophy, he serves on the Collegium of the School for Spiritual Science in North America. His contributions to adult education methods were recognized in the context of an international research project sponsored by the European Union. He has been a member of the core faculty of a joint ‘Training for Trainers’ program supporting Curative Education and Social Therapy in Russia, Ukraine, Georgia, and Kyrgyzstan. He has also taught as an adjunct faculty member of the M.S. Ed program in Waldorf Remedial Education at Antioch University N.H. Having taught many different aspects of anthroposophy and Curative Education, he currently is focused on action research and the development of artistic and experiential approaches to the spiritual scientific study of the human being.
Fro more info. contact Hazel Archer-Ginsberg