There are those of us who have for a millennia sought to leave this place – this planet – our Gaia. Then there are those who have sought to stay here, who by their daily efforts have continued to support, heal and fight for her.
Gaia herself loves all of us – but there are those who through the centuries who sit in meditation, stitching the web of life back together, fixing every rent, every tear, holding her in their hearts the way she holds us.
These are the people that nobody knows about, that work singly or in groups with quiet intensity and love, knowing only that they feel what they do and know it is helping and it feeds their souls as well as their hearts.
They up-lift, protect, heal, sing, frolic, play and communicate in the energy field of our mother Gaia. And she speaks to them. She sings to them. She bathes them in her light and her love, the field of her song.
You know who you are.
While the rest of the world concentrates on exposing the crimes of humanity against its self and others and this world – and other worlds, The Keepers continue their daily work for it is more than a way of life or a calling – it is a necessity to their heart and soul, their very existence.
To you, I say thank you.
To you, I send love
To you; know you are bright in my heart.
To you I send huge gratitude
-for what you do, in silence, quietly loving our earth, our Gaia.
May the sound of this bell penetrate deep into the cosmos
Even in the darkest spots living beings are able to hear it clearly
So that all suffering in them ceases
Understanding comes to their heart
And they transcend the path of sorrow and death…
The universal dharma door is already open
The sound of the rising tide is heard clearly
The miracle happens: a beautiful child appears in the heart of a lotus flower
One single drop of this compassionate water is enough
To bring back the refreshing spring to our mountains and rivers.
Listening to the bell I feel the afflictions in me begin to dissolve
My mind calm, my body relaxed
A smile is born on my lips
Following the sound of the bell
My breath brings me back to the safe island of mindfulness
In the garden of my heart, the flowers of peace bloom beautifully.
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