This is the last day of 2014.
In all retrospect I’m glad to be here and to witness the dawning of a new year.
I wish you all a beautiful and sparkling New Year’s Eve
and a blissful and salutary 2015!
Christmas is the time of reflection and contemplation. Jezus Christ came over 2000 years ago among us and gave us the opportunity to reunite with God by accepting Him in our hearts.
As a little girl I fellt very much connected to Jezus. As I grew up and as an adult I lost that feeling of Loving Innocence. I turned away from God and didn’t let him in my heart nor my life.
But God never left me and I’m part of Him. This much I have learned the past year.
When I look around me, the world in generally has lost its love and compassion. For what human beings are we if we have no love and compassion? I am glad there are people who do have this deep and profound connection to God. Who wholesome and fullhearted live in Gods Light, who therefor are Gods Light.
Let us – me included – take responsibility for our world and our actions, let us find our way back home to God.
So that no suffering is induced or created. So that respect and truthfullness arise and we have a chance of healing ourselves and the world.
Thus way we can honour the life and teachings of Jezus Christ, the Son of God.
I wish you all a peacefull and loving Christmastime.
These past few years there has been an increasing public awareness of the animals and their ill-being in the bio-industry.
Amongst others Wakker Dier (Awakend Animal) has held several campaings to show the circumstances of housing and growth of the food-animals. I believed all the campaigns have raised the public alertness for such suffering.
This last month of the year 2014 we contemplate on the Birth of Christ, on the meaning of His Coming and the Message He brought us.
Is it not so that Jezus taught us to love and respect every being for we are all part of Gods Creation?
I do not find such respect and care in the way we “make” and consume animals, nor the way we treat animals in general. There is so much abuse and disregard of life.
Lately I’ve been unpleasantly astonished about the supply of food especially for Christmas. Suddenly everywhere you can buy deer, rabbit, and other kinds of “wild” meat & poultry. At a certain point, after seeing several advertisements on the telly in a very short time, I cried …
why do we need to eat (more) meat & poultry and those special animals at one of the most loving and holy Times of the year?
Wakker Dier has made me clear that the fast majority of this Xmas meat & poultry is bloated. In The Netherlands we call them “plofkip”, “plofkalkoen”, “industrievarken” en “kooikonijn”. All to be understood as bloated chicken, bloated turkey, bloated pig and bloated rabbit.
It seems that the supermarkets and wholesailers have made huge steps backwards by offering us these food-animals, and in such large quantities. Yet again it is evident that when money can be made, the well-being of living beings is trampled on and disregarded.
I hope the public will have no need for buying these food-animals, so the industry will reap a heavy loss of revenue. Apperently that is the only way for or a chance on changing our foodconsumption-society into an animalrespected-society.
These reflecting and contemplating Holi-Days I intend to enjoy biological coffee, buns, cookies and last but not least the company of my three cats Annie, Charlie and Sammy.
Kind regards, Yvon
A wounded Dove
On Wednesday 8. of October , early in the afternoon, I had a meeting on the other side of the town. I was slightly sad after the meeting. Round about 13:50 hrs I caught the bus home. After the Central Station we had to stop for the red light. As I looked out of the window I saw a dove on the boardwalk.
Her left wing was hanging and nearly touched the ground. It seemed like ages the red light wouldn’t change. In the meanwhile I kept my eye on the dove. She was searching for food. There were some youngster who didn’t even notice her as she had to jump aside to avoid getting trampled on. She couldn’t fly away. Than there were other people who just didn’t care about the dove and she had walk and jump aside, again.
It broke my heart to see this beautiful creature in hurt and in despair, with no help.
Finally the green light went on and the chauffeur drove on. At the next bus stop I got out and walked back towards the street where I saw the dove. From afar I saw her time after time getting aside for the unwillingly or unknowingly harsh people. As I reached her she tried to walk away, with her wing hanging on the ground. It took no great effort to catch her. As I held her in my hands she looked at me, was quiet and not afraid. I could see into her beautiful eyes. And than I saw the horrific wound of her left wing. Gently I placed her under my coat near my heart. She kept quiet and felt warm. Her broken wing she couldn’t fold onto her little body.
On my way home I phoned the animal-ambulance and requested them to come to my home and pick up the wounded dove. Hopefully she can be healed and saved at a bird sanctuary or she will be put down and may return to her Maker.
At home I put the dove in a big box with a soft towel, some water and seeds. I applied several alternative and spiritual healingmethods and sang Mantra’s for her. After a while she got up and started cleaning herself, her left wing was not hanging on the floor of the box. She seemed quite happy and at ease. All of the time she kept me company.
After several hours the ladies of the animal-ambulance arrived and one of them picked up the dove and inspected her wound and general condition. She was slightly malnourished and her left wing could be folded and placed into the right position. The kind lady told with love in her voice that the dove had a good chance of healing. They quickly went on their way towards the bird sanctuary.
I am grateful I had the opportunity to help such a beautiful creature and to witness a wonder … the wonder of a dove who received the chance of being healed.
And somewhere in my heart, I hope there eventually would have been another caring human being who wouldn’t have looked away and who would have helped this dove in need and distress … if I hadn’t been given the chance.
We, the Dutch people, like to make words small, use abbreviations and the first letters or just one word of an expression.
For example “huis” becomes “huisje” which means small house. Expressions we tend to reduce as much as we can and so “do it yourself” becomes DIY.
It’s a generally accepted fact that a spoken word has an impact. But most of us can’t or don’t want to realise the effect our words have. We talk, we shout, we whisper, we swear, we curse.
Words in full, in abbreviations, as initials. Especially the swearing and cursing in Dutch is done with initials. I will give an example with the opposite of swearing … “God zij gezegend” becomes G.z.g, in English that would be G.b.b. as in “God be blessed”.
I once had an aquaintance who used to swear with every sentence, by using the abbreviations or initials. At some point in time I couldn’t take any more cursing and asked her not to do so while talking with me. She didn’t realize it but neither did she acknowledge the fact that she swore all the time.
Every time we swear or curse, we ask God to condemn us.
When we realize that a spoken word has impact, than we should be aware we are calling upon us the wrath of our own words.
I don’t think we are so ignorant of what we’re really saying while cursing.
Neither do I think that God will condemn us because we ask him to do so, time after time.
I believe we make our own misfortunes, time after time.
Untill we truly and deeply realize that we have done it ourselves all the time and take full responsibility, we are not likely to change a thing.
And yes, I too did swear and curse, one time or another. Candidly …I didn’t care.
But now I do care and I now choose to be blessed.
Thank you for visiting my blog.
I dedicate these writings to God and my spiritual teacher Ulrike Hinrichs, without whom I wouldn’t have been able to find my way backhome to Him.
A few years ago I was at a seminar of Ulrike and we talked about us Westerners being so enthusiastic and passionate about football, getting delirious with joy when winning a match or even a championship.
We hardly ever go out of our minds of joy or love for God.
That conversation has been in my mind ever since …
Today is the match for the 4. And 3. place at the World Cup Football 2014 in Brazil. Many fans have travelled so far to see the games the Dutch team has played.
Let us look at the estimated costs for the country calculated before the kick-off. An estimated 14 billion Dollars or 10,29 billion Euro.
And we can’t even guess how much all the countries, individuals and companies spend on seeing the games on the television or for being there in Brazil. So many accessories are bought. The total amount spent and earned is mind dazzling.
What for? Why for a game of soccer, and why not for God?
Why not go into the streets and cry for joy to God, sing his praise, drive around loud honking and bells and waving our national flag. Just as we (would) do by winning a match or finally the world cup. Just as we have done all the former world and European cups.
Let us give just 1% of all our world cup spendings and earnings to those who are in need …
to the children who are hungry, to the families who had to flee their country, to the pour in our thriving and wealthy westerly countries, to the animals which are treated bad or which are injured or are abandoned.
Let’s put 100% of all our joy, laughter and effort in serving the needy, the children, the elderly, the sick and the a-strayed, helping the animals and mother nature.
What would we gain by this? Peace of mind or a clear conscience?
Perhaps, but more probable and more desirable … the world would be a better place.
And foremost … we would be serving God. For when we help and support every being of His Creation, we help and stand by ourselves and ultimately we stand by God.
Have a wonderful football-evening