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HOWARD’S MILK STORY

Question - What is love ? For me it has been, and is, such a big word, too big for me to embrace fully.

 

I meditated and I got this - Love includes. So does love exclude anything, can it, how can it ? So, if I am to be a loving man, must I include all things - impossible. I asked Great Spirit for help and I wish to share what I was given here.

Howard, there are two ways to know love...

I was shown a great forest and was invited to step into it and travel I knew not where to, I assumed to the other side, it did not feel like a comfortable invitation. I was told that each tree was a tree of learning, if I wanted to learn about love I must sit at the base of each tree and learn its lesson. Before me stretched a vast forest, it did not feel right. Then in my vision appeared a shining one, he spoke, “one way to learn what love is, is to know every avenue of hate” as he spoke the forest before me grew more menacing and yet in some deep way, very familiar. The voice said , “you and people like you have sat under all the great trees in the forest, much work has been done, much has been learned: the knowledge is within you”. Then another vista opened, a river to cross and small canoe before me, I entered the canoe and set out.

Some time later Elsa and I arrived in Somerset UK to teach a course having been in London for two weeks, we live in a caravan there. I was exhausted and desperate to get out on the moors that surround the area, a place that is full of good nature spirits. I felt drained and needed the energy. It was almost torrential rain so I went to unfold my wax coat which lay on a chair in the caravan. I held it out in front of me the lining facing my chest and from above my head a white liquid poured down out of, well, nowhere. It splashed down the lining of my coat. I turned to see if it came from behind but only Elsa was there looking totally amazed as she saw approximately a cup of liquid from nowhere splash down my coat. It was milky but as white as can be, more white than cows milk. As it dribbled down my coat onto the floor I was intrigued and instinctively dipped my finger in to taste it. It was very sweet and fresh. It felt like a blessing but we didn’t understand the message.

A few days later I was working in a Mental Health Clinic in London as a Therapist, giving a Shiatsu treatment for a new client. She is in great pain. Her big toe joint was severely arthritic and she was soon to have a joint replacement operation. Towards the end of the session, I held her foot and asked the Spirit of love to help. Some minutes passed and she raised her head and sighed saying “I feel like my foot is being bathed in a bowl of warm milk”. At the end of the treatment I asked her what she meant , she simply said “it felt like the milk of human kindness”, She was certainly in less pain when we parted company.

Great poets and mystics have shone fragments of the great light of love upon us, love cannot be defined in words, only felt, however, these are some power words which I feel are some of the children of love: Kindness, Compassion, Courage, Humility.

I believe it is time for us all to add our own given names to this great vibration.

 

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