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· Devi ~Hans Brockhuis
· The world
of the Deva’s ~Ed Vos
· Spirit of Oneness. ~ Benjamin van Doorn
Not
long ago I wrote the story called ‘Devi’. While writing this account, ArjunA
lent a hand in a great way. He helped me out with some information, without
which this story could not have been written. Thank you ArjunA. Furthermore you
will be able to find contributions in these ‘Papers’ by Ed Vos and Benjamin
van Doorn, which I herewith recommend heartily.
One
very special deva, Elly, arrived unexpectedly on my path via the Internet. For
more than a year I have had plans to start my own website, on which spiritual
work of others and myself could be published. It had to become a medium, able to
share esoteric work with people of like mind. I bought a lecture book, sampled
information from others, but one way or the other it did not work out at all. It
was clear that the time was not yet ripe.
Until
not long ago, I received an E-mail from Elly, who told me that she had plans to
extend her own website in a way to make spiritual work of herself and others
available via the net. She and her partner Jaco, who knows a lot about the
functioning of the internet, were not able to carry on with this plan, because
of the lack of badly needed texts. On that very moment a cooperation, an
exchange of energies was born, at which the one side delivers information and
know-how, and the other side delivers texts. I can assure you that this
cooperation is going to be very fruitful. I have seen the first pages that Elly
‘tinkered’, as she likes to call it herself, and right now I promise you
that these first try-outs sparkle energetically across the screen.
In
short, soon we will present to you all a new website under the title ‘The
Running Fox Pages’ which we hope, will be able to present much and good
spiritually tinted literature.
I
wish you to have contentment with these ‘Running Fox Papers’. Sorry for the
delay, as these May papers are being sent to you in June. The next issue will
appear somewhere in July.
Love
and Light and Peace,
Hans
©
2002 ‘Hans Brockhuis’ (With special thanks to ArjunA)
Om bhur buvat sva
Tat
savitur varenyam
Bargo
Devasja di mahi
Di jojo na prachodayat
While
biking through the Dutch polder landscape I was singing aloud – when nobody
else was around – this beautiful mantra. I am not sure many times, because I
lost count very quickly. I looked around and was, as always, awed by the variety
in outlook which the, at first sight so monotonous looking flat country, is able
to conjure up like magic.
There
were the little woods, the pools, the many kinds of green, and not to forget the
population of the countryside. Here were the cows, the hares, and the many
birds. In the distance the range of dunes, coming closer by and by, and where at
last I ended up between the queues of trees, beach and oak, that provided me
with again another kind of scenery. There was this small pool in the middle of
the dunes, of which the edges were overgrown with buckthorn and tall grasses. At
last I arrived in the big city, which, short of the traffic and the buildings
and the busyness, also bubbles with life, and I not only mean human life.
There
were the little woods, the pools, the many kinds of green, and not to forget the
population of the countryside. Here were the cows, the hares, and the many
birds. In the distance the range of dunes, coming closer by and by, and where at
last I ended up between the queues of trees, beach and oak, that provided me
with again another kind of scenery. There was this small pool in the middle of
the dunes, of which the edges were overgrown with buckthorn and tall grasses. At
last I arrived in the big city, which, short of the traffic and the buildings
and the busyness, also bubbles with life, and I not only mean human life.
I
decided to go and buy something to eat and drink at a cafeteria to consume on a
nearby bench, with a splendid view at the busy highway. Not a very inspiring
location, but it was better than nothing and I was tired and hungry.
Provided
with food and drink I walked to the bench I had found out and to my surprise a
beautiful young lady sat there, who wasn’t there but moments ago. She was
reading a book, but looked up when I got ready to sit down next to her.
“Hi”, she said with a twinkle in her eyes. “Sit down, you must be tired
after the long journey”.
Astonished
I thought how she was to know this, but I said hello and made a comment about
the beautiful weather. An unanswerable remark, I knew it, but at the moment I
wasn’t able to think of something else. This woman possessed such an
indefinable fragile beauty, which for me was almost scary.
I
started to eat my French fries with sauce and the woman started to read again
and for some time none of us said anything. But all of a sudden she started to
speak again.
“My
name is Devi”, she said and gave me her hand to shake, while I told her mine.
“Yes,
I know your name,” she replied. “I also know that on your journey this way,
you have been enjoying everything that grows and blossoms and captivates us.”
She was referring to a certain radio show about nature in general and that was
broadcasted many years before she even could have been born. I was flabbergasted
that she seemed to know about this.
“You‘d
never have thought I would know of this, have you?” she said. “I want you to
know that I have followed you when you were biking through the landscape, and
that I received a lot of pieces of thought you were transmitting. You were
reciting ‘Om bhur buvat’, remember?”
“Oh
yes, I know”, I answered. “But I am certain that no one was around, while
singing. I do not like to stand before the pole.” [A Dutch saying]. Oh-oh,
biking, and at the same time standing before the pole. My choice of words earned
the Pulitzer Prize again, I thought with a grin.
“Like
I said, my name is Devi.” She replied with a fabulous smile. “In daily life
I am a Deva, like the one that appears in your mantra. Think about it.” That I
did and by heart I quoted the Gayatri Mantra, one of the oldest and most divine
ones from India. And indeed: ‘bargo Devasja’, there it was. Never
thought of it before. Of course I knew something about Deva’s in general and
that Devi would be the feminine form. While I looked at my bench-mate and
especially to her transparent radiation and red hear – she definitely
possessed an Irish appearance – and I could imagine that she would derive out
of the Devic realms, for the time being transformed into something that looked
like home sapiens. But then, the beautiful soft kind, you know what I mean!
“Thank
you for the compliment”, Devi said with a smile. I coloured red and thought
that I was to look after my thoughts when with someone who apparently had no
difficulty to know that which was transpiring within ànyone’s head. She let
that go though because she said: “You would want to understand a bit more
about the devic dominions, would you?”
The
world around me had become astonishingly silent. Neither did I hear or see the
speeding cars any more. She and I were alone in our bubble of silence and
nothing else than the two of us and her story was important.
“Listen”,
she began. “You have heard of the Elementals who act as guards and caretakers
to the realms of nature, have you? The consciousness of the spirits of nature is
not yet able to communicate with human beings. The people in Perelandra/Virginia
en Findhorn/Scotland work with these Elementals to keep the area clean. But
there are also Deva’s with a higher awareness. This can reach as high as the
consciousness of the archangels!
“The
Elementals work in a group, while the higher developed Deva’s often function
individually. Those of water, fire, earth and air, are called Elementals. There
are also Deva’s who appear to look after villages, towns, mountain ranges,
plains, lakes, oceans and rivers. We can be very small, but also very gigantic,
because everything is related to everything else. You are aware of that!
I am happy to say that during the last few years less Deva’s are needed
to keep an eye on all the existing green in the world. More and more humans
arise and begin to take over some tasks of us Deva’s. Think about the people
with their so-called ‘green fingers.’ And above all you wrote somewhere
yourself about the relationship you have with the fir tree in your backyard. His
Deva backed out in the meantime, because it knew that you are capable to look
after this tree very well!” “Ugh”, was the only thing I could think of,
hearing these words.
“The
Elementals work in a group, while the higher developed Deva’s often function
individually. Those of water, fire, earth and air, are called Elementals. There
are also Deva’s who appear to look after villages, towns, mountain ranges,
plains, lakes, oceans and rivers. We can be very small, but also very gigantic,
because everything is related to everything else. You are aware of that!
I am happy to say that during the last few years less Deva’s are needed
to keep an eye on all the existing green in the world. More and more humans
arise and begin to take over some tasks of us Deva’s. Think about the people
with their so-called ‘green fingers.' And above all you wrote somewhere
yourself about the relationship you have with the fir tree in your backyard. His
Deva backed out in the meantime, because it knew that you are capable to look
after this tree very well!” “Ugh," was the only thing I could think of,
hearing these words.
“There
is an enormous variety in the devic realms, from the more simple, respectable
gardeners of Gods creation, up to the mighty beings who help Mother Earth with
her spiritual growth.
“The
Deva’s with a higher consciousness are able to communicate with humans, just
like we are doing right now. On the other hand the Elementals only are capable
to give you a certain kind of feeling, which comes down to a simple yes or no.
But it also can be a perception of goose flesh or a remarkable feeling of
inexplicable warmth of coldness, enthusiasm or grief. Humans are no longer used
to react upon such ways of communication.” Everybody is able to detect us
sensory, see, hear, feel or smell. Everything is possible. You may also know
intuitively that we are here. This is also valid for the different devic ways of
communication. Sometimes we give you images, or we let you feel something or let
you know.
“When
you were underway along the little lake, you cried out with all of your heart:
‘Oh what a gorgeous lake!’ Unconsciously you tuned into the Being of the
Lake; the local Deva.
“There
are Deva’s who go beyond the human stage. Language for them is nothing
unusual. It is all about knowing and daring how to open to the level of
communication of all devic realms. For that matter, the Deva‘s, just like the
Angels and Archangels are already waiting a very long time to a rewarding
cooperation with humanity, and like I said before, a beginning has been made
with that recently.”
Just
to say that I was impressed is an understatement. Here I was, just communicating
with her, but I knew that this would be an exception. Therefore I asked her:
“What is the best way for people to tune in with you?”
“It
is so unspeakably easy”, she replied, that you would hardly believe it: ASK
AND BE “SILENT; TUNE IN ON THE COSMIC CARRIER WAVE! You can hear it rustle in
your ears. It is analogue to the tuning in on your radio. When you move the
switch a little bit too far, there will be only noise. Switch off the ratio, the
left side of your brain, and feel! In this silence a thought may sneak in that
can be, how absurd it may look, your answer.
“Often we speak in images or symbols. Do not make it too
difficult. The first thing that comes to you is usually the right thing.
Communicating with the devic realms is like beginning a relationship, a liaison.
After some time you may learn to distinguish the very personalities of each Deva.
Some are short and abrupt, others are kind, and again others present their ideas
in a flash. But speaking in general you can learn to recognize their individual
vibration as if it were our energetic signature. In that way you may learn to
make a distinction about what thoughts come from yourself, and which are derived
from us.
“Look
around you, to ‘reality’, as you did on your journey through the polders.
Another way in which we try to start a chat is by means of the changes in this
‘reality’. Such as a sudden breeze or a sign alongside the road that gives
you a suggestion, or a group of birds flying above your head on a crucial
moment. You saw the two hares that ran alongside you for a while in the pasture
beside the biking road. Also an unexpected difference in time can sometimes be
interpreted as a certain way of communication.
"We
have talked enough though. The sun
is setting and it is time for you to go home. Thank you for listening and if you
feel like it, write it all down some time and try to share it with others. I
wish you well."
I
looked down for a moment to the French fries that had turned cold and wanted to
thank her for all her wisdom. But she was gone and I became aware again of the
traffic that was still roaring in front of me. Yes, it certainly was time to go
home and to be able to come to terms with all I had learned that afternoon.
“Thank
you very much," I said to the air on the place where she sat, but I
didn’t hear anything any more. A small breeze struck against my hair and my
spine shivered and I knew that it was Devi who said good-bye to me. When I came
home I looked briefly at my watch and I saw that only a quarter of an hour had
elapsed since my departure out of the big city. On my way out I had spent
two and a half hours…
The World of the Deva’s.
©
Ed Vos
During our childhood we have been told a lot of
fairytale’s, and the world of gnomes, elves, fairy’s, goblins and fauns are
very normal to us. It fits in the world of our experience, until you grow older,
and you are told it all is just fantasy. But is this true? Are these only
products of the mind of story makers?
We
have all heard about people talking to trees, and their plants. It comes out, if
you pay attention to vegetables, they grow much better, give you an improved
harvest, and the quality is superior as of those vegetables that didn’t get
it. Sending energy to trees and plants seems to be very useful, and even whole
woods, when ill, can be cured by means of this energetic help. In fact, if we
are communicating with trees or plants, we make a connection with the Deva
belonging to it.
Kinds of Deva’s
There
exist several kinds of Deva’s. To explain this I will restrict myself to a
tree. Every tree has got his own specific Deva, who takes care the young tree
will grow out to be an adult one, and gives it it’s unique shape and form. The
structure of the roots, the trunk and the branches are all given their shape by
the Deva belonging to that particular tree. This concise form, as Deva’s are,
belongs to that specific tree, and the Deva, or tree ghost in this case, is
indissolubly connected. It is like the Deva lives in the tree, and that is
exactly how it is. This Deva hasn’t any contact with other trees, not even of
the same kind. Deva’s do have a development on a consciousness level. A more
developed Deva is less “tree tied”, and can be responsible for a whole wood,
and is like a manager, a chief for all those tree Deva’s. There is also a Deva
for the city, in which the wood is situated, one for the country, and so on. So
Deva’s know a hierarchic structure. Elves play a total different role, they
take care of the energy supply of the wood. They have an energy point from which
they go up high, and move over the wood in spirals, and come back to the energy
point again, to start the whole ritual again.
Can we see Deva’s?
It
depends. For Deva’s are living in other dimensions than us, and we normally
can’t look further than our own third dimension. But there are people who can
see them after all, because they are able to increase their frequency,
and can look beyond the third dimension. It’s also well known that
children are standing closer to nature, and have a much better contact with
Deva’s as us adults. Very interesting is the fact that Deva’s can be
captured on photographs, mostly like light-orbs. On that moment, an interaction
takes place between the photographer and the Deva. It is a contact on the level
of consciousness. And really, a kind of communication is possible. Right tuning
is important, for instance doing a meditation. The contact is most easy on
places of power where leylines come together, and the best time of the day to
try is during sunset, although interaction with Deva’s also have been possible
on other places and times.
What is the use of Deva’s?
This
is a very human question. It’s nice there are Deva’s, but what use do they
have for us? Of course they mainten our nature, and take care for keeping the
woods healthy.
In
that case they have a beautiful task. But there are situations in which we can
ask for the help of Deva’s. Deva’s also work on humans request. For instance
if a forest is ill, the Deva’s would like nothing more than making the forest
healthy again, and is in need our energy on a telepathic way. So we don’t have
to talk to them, it’s more like carrying over our intention. In fact we are
communicating on the edge of two realms, ours, and that of the Deva’s.
Communication is only possible if we are well in balance. Our energy bodies have
to work on the right frequency to make contact possible.
During
the time of Atlantis humans and Deva’s worked together. The humans were the
male, the Deva’s the female component. But the humans misused the Deva’s for
their own profits, even for making war. In the Ramayana, a Hindu text, this fact
is pointed out as well. It even was the reason why Atlantis drowned. The
spiritual hierarchy of our planet disconnected the Deva realm from the humans,
to take care this could never be repeated again. Since about 25 years the
connection has been made again, but it’s impossible now to use the Deva’s
for our ego purposes.
The St. Andrea’s Fault
A
nice application of the positive work with Deva’s is the neutralisation and
canalisation of riskful spots on Earth. Mrs Christian Hummel, for instance, has
been working with the St Andrea’s Fault in California. Master Deva’s asked
her to make a Deva network along the whole coastline of California, and to make
a connection with other Deva networks. In thought there should be visualised a
waving line, and that should be given to the Deva’s, with the request to
decrease the Fault’s stress, or to transport it to less crowded places. After
installing these networks, the earthquakes only appeared in the desert areas!
And not only that, a lot of smaller earthquakes happened near the north and
south borders of the Deva network. Probably one big earthquake was now spread
over a number of less heavy ones.
The “Solse gat” (Netherlands)
(Translation
for ‘gat’ is hole)
In
the neighbourhood of a village called Putten, close to the hamlet of Drie, you
can find the Solse gat”, of which there is a legend that once there existed a
monastery where a lot of evil things took place. Once during a thunderstorm the
monastery would sink into the earth. The place even nowadays doesn’t feel good
at all. The area is real swampy, and that in the middle of a forest! At this
spot, I worked with some people to help lift up the energy, working together
with the Deva’s, and a nice thing is that it’s really possible. But there
are still some entities there that are not easily brought into the Light. But
the Deva’s are very helpful on that spot.
Deva’s affect time and weather
It
seems almost too fantastic to say, but Deva’s indeed can manipulate time and
weather. I know of a Dutch woman who’s very afraid of driving her car during
bad weather, such as heavy rainfall, and so on. She really can change the
weather. Once I went into a crop circle in England with her, and the dark clouds
didn’t predict anything good. The woman asked for help, to keep it dry. We
stayed in the formation for about 2 hours. As we went away, and reached our car
a very heavy rain poured down. The same occurred during the eclipse of August 11
1999 when we visited a Dutch power place. There were a lot of clouds, so we
thought we couldn’t see the eclipse. But this woman asked the Deva’s for
help, and for a short time the clouds opened, exactly on the right time.
The
American woman, Christan Hummel, tells on her website about a friend of hers who
drove into a heavy fog. She asked the Deva’s for help, and the fog went up
high until some inches above the car’s roof, so she could see the road clearly
and reached her home safe and sound.
Another
story concerning time tells about the mother of Christan, a typist at the
courthouse, who had a job to do of 132 pages to be typed within 6 hours.
Her maximum was 6 pages an hour. A seemly impossible task.
In
panic she called her spiritual teacher, who told her not to worry. He would send
Deva’s to help her. She had sight on the clock, but didn’t pay attention.
The time seemed to stand still, but her stack of papers grew and grew. When she
was ready she had 40 minutes left.
Instructions of the Deva’s
Earlier
I told you about the Dutch woman that can change the weather. Because of her
co-operation with the Deva’s she also has influence on woods and vegetation.
Living in the Dutch wooded area called ‘De Veluwe’ she regularly walks her
dog in the woods, and healed a particular area. After some time it became
apparent that the trees and vegetables became healthier than the vegetation
on the other side of the path. She hadn't asked the Deva’s help for
this.
I
also told you about Christan. One day she got a request to send energy to the
centre of Los Angeles, and got three locations from which the energy should be
sent by three people, and it should be pointed to a special roadcrossing. She
was wondering how she could gather three people in such a short time; she
didn’t even know the situation of the locations. By ‘coincidence’ she came
in contact with people that could help her, and she got the information she
needed. She did her job, but had doubt about the result. A Deva ‘told’ her
she would get proof the next day, and so it happened. A reporter was making a
program exactly on the crossing Christan pointed the energy to. He was surprised
about the nice and clear weather, because rains had been predicted. The day
before they measured wind speeds of 70 Km/h. Later on this reporter went into a
helicopter, and told the audience that it was possible to look af far as Palos
Verdes unto point Maku. These were two of the locations the energy was send
from.
The
forgotten realm of the Deva’s still has a lot of surprises for us
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Spirit of Oneness
by Benjamin van Doorn
I was allowed to go. I was called to my home, my
church, my holy place, to the circle in the woods on the ‘Devil’s
Mountain’ in a place called Berg en Dal (Mountain and Valley), in the Realm of
Nijmegen area. THE TREE was calling.
My red race monster, my supple Koga Myata bike, more
suitable is not possible, brought me there fine and fast. The NOW-time was gone.
My eye struck on something white, moving, in the distance, in the woods, in the
direction of the circle, halfway (?)
My thoughts asked consciously or unconsciously for
emptiness, for silence. All I got was clamour. That was what I was permitted,
what I needed at the moment. They appeared not to be white beings, but
misleadingly enough, or making me observant enough, they clearly were three
Rotterdam boys, jet-black and a misleadingly dear smiling girl. They carried all
they possessed. First test, I thought, busyness, sharp colours, again (!)
Rotterdam, bikes and junk, garbage, trash, cellphones, distrust…suspicion!
I let go, laughed and spoke to their apparent leader,
laughed again to the girl and walked to the circle with an even pace. Out of
sight I again fell back into a flowing streaming honourable pace, the circle
pace, on my way to the ‘all-time’. Voyage is the objective.
Before I ‘merely’ entered, THE TREE called my name.
Enter, enter, enter, HE called. It was his answer to the still unquestioned
query. For the first time I saw – and I already have been there three years
now - the tree of purification, the Birch, next to the entrance. I gave her a
roundabout hug. Delightful and Full of delight.
I stepped into the circle, after posing my question and
next to hearing again 1x3 + 1x3 times ‘Enter’. Entered into the now, having
come home in the Now, I totally ignored the tree and walked to the utter North
side of the circle. Again I was allowed to see the movement. Even without my
glasses. A movement of the smallest in these parts living winged creatures, the
wren with its jaunty skipping little tail. He hopped in and out of my view. I
thanked this King (The Dutch name for wren is: ‘Little winter king’), for
his presence!
Back to THE TREE, a moment of Now, Contemplation, round
and round the Elven tree, then sitting down, and feel. A branch, full of life,
snapped off, dead? Back to the roots and bringing the water. Looked after and
yes, the Moqui’s are still one with the moss and in between and with the roots
of the tree.
Funny, no rest, nor pain in head and neck. Bow, making
yourself small, round, call out, Being still…sit down…on the roots, between
the roots, Being home.
Submerged in One-ness, Me-ness, Three-ness. At last I
saw, the Now. The vortex. His, at time and no-time. Play and stream, pull and
push and the whimsicality, the chaos of the All that was going to happen. I was
waiting for some-thing and there it was. Noise, black noise, clarity. Three
bicycles and one stinging silent one, came across the mud, disrespectful and
full of blare and blast. It came into the circle, thundering, laughing,
resounding, commotion…
I woke up out of my roundness and stood up proudly,
disregarding their glances, stood there conceitedly before the tree, only to Be
there. I was its Deva, its guard and its aid. They went diagonally through the
circle, leaving a trail of devastation with their headscarves, gangsta locks and
look; with their hatred and pure aversion. The girl, of course, left diagonally
an offering. Smothering plastic. I took it out of the circle and let the crumbs
that were left behind in it blow away with the wind into the water.
They disappeared over the hilltop full of noise,
yelling challenging, in unbelief why they had to go so rapidly.
I was allowed to return and sat down again, back in the
vortex that was spinning speedily now. A web of Now’s, Numerous Now’s.
Always fighting.
After that came the re-cognition and re-membrance and I
asked once and for all to close the ring for the suckers for all that belongs
and may exist on the other side of the circle. The antipode of light, of love,
of emptiness, whatever you want, the antipode of Atman, of Metatron, Kuthumi and
of all Angels, Elves & Deva's.
I was listened to, the air rearranged itself, the
vortex closed and streamed no more capriciously or interruptedly. I uttered
words of Een-heid, One-ness. I was the ears of all those that were present and
of the All. Whispering words, and here they were.
Three bearers of creation they were. Bearers of a
reality that had became fruitful. Bearers of the dream that is called Child, in
whatever form or colour. Three mothers stepped into the circle, full of light
and love. They were allowed to Be, in all Now’s. More welcome than ever,
without asking. Even now. And the light started to shine because my task had
been fulfilled within a fraction of a second, or so it seemed. They nodded and
smiled, full with motherly wisdoms and I went away, thanked the tree, did a
roundabout and said goodbye, to the tree, to the circle, to the past and to the
future. From now on, only that, All-Now, would ever exist!
Smiling I followed the path I was allowed to follow,
the path that had been whispered to me. I wasn’t allowed to review or reset
any step that I made. When I arrived at the place that was meant to be, my, our
brother, Ra-Sol began to shine upon Us, thankful for the challenge, that I, with
flowing banners, had been successful, in triplicate.
We returned to the dream, that is reality and back into
the Now.
Whispering Words. ***Is.is***
Having come back home, yet hangers cleaning around crystals, is was good and so
it is! :-)
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