Updated 09 October 09
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Oh Ahmad
There is nothing I can do or say
to prevent your intention
to blow yourself up
with those you hate.
But I would like you to know anyway
that at the end of your last prayer
when you turn your head to the
right
and say
asalâmu ‘alâykum wa râhmat u-llah wa-barakâtuhu
you have greeted me too
as I am there, right beside you
with the whole of Mankind
because your Lord is my breath
Then, when you turn
your head to the
left
and repeat for the last time
asalâmu ‘alâykum wa râhmat u-llah wa-barakâtuhu
I am there too, with the whole universe
because everywhere you turn
there is His face
and your Lord is my breath
Even when
your hands and forehead touch the ground
and you say to your Lord with a deep sense of fulfilment
Hu
we are all there
right beneath you
with our foreheads and hands and knees and toes
touching yours from the ground.
So, just before you press the button
with your call Akbar
know that we are always between you and your Lord
because
He is our breath
Narda Azaria Dalgleish - 2002 and 17 October 2004
  
  
  
I live in this old mill Town called Hawick, pronounced Hoik, the largest in the Scottish Borders.
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A Letter to the United Nations
October 26th 2006
"…the earth, globally, is one language with a few words."
"…there is but one nation and one language to all." Gen.11; 1,6
In the name of Love - the highest collective factor - greetings to the ambassadors of the United Nations and the people as yet unrepresented
A year or so after 9/11, when the world was still stirred, looking to understand the causes and express its diverse response, it was a surprise to find that I was afraid. Apprehensive even about disclosing my nationality to people, as for a while Israel was held directly responsible. I never took part in a public protest or a rally. I wondered what might it be like to find a response which is not caused by fear or a partial standpoint for or against something… Were I to sit face to face with one of the suicide bombers, what would I see? What shall I say to him? The poem 'Oh Ahmad' was conceived then, and because it was addressed to his essential being, the name 'Ahmad' was chosen for its reference to the Divine Name, the most Superlatively Praised.
In early October 2004, exactly 17 years after I came to the United Kingdom to study and contemplate the Unity of Mankind, ( The Beshara School ) my son, Rotem Moria, was blown-up by Al-Qaeda in Sinai… By a supernatural act of grace at the moment of hearing the news, aside from the shock and pain of grief, I was spared of any reaction of hate, anger, vengeance or blame… I was engulfed at once by a presence of Love holding me in a formidable state of affirmation that it, alone, is Real; that it, alone, is the cause and aim of all faith, devotion, hope and belief misguided though they may be. In the midst of terror, in stark contrast to the situation, this oneness of Love stripped away the illusion of the polarity of all contraries and united them in the vision that it, itself, is the single indivisible Identity of all things and all people, including that of a son, his murderer and their mothers.
I began writing overnight… It seemed there is nothing the human heart could love more than to be held in the 'eye' of Love... and far better, if it could be to Love like a finger is to the hand; moving in concert by its movement… Likewise, it seemed that there is nothing that Love itself loves more than to magnify a heart beyond its limited self-determination, and bring it ever closer into its - Love's - own infinitely expanding dimension. And so it should be… where, other than the human heart, could Love, the Real, be witnessed and testified?
Why should I be sending this letter to you? I don't know… I am not on a mission to change the world, and even if I were, I'd be the least qualified. I talk to people about Love... that I'm moved to make myself available for something without knowing what it might be. Recently, a few people involved with the work of the UN came, one of whom suggested this letter. So here, in the spirit of J.F. Kennedy's proposition, may I ask the people of the United Nations 'united for a better world', 'is there anything I can do for you' in service of the vision which promotes our unity?
With love
Narda Azaria Dalgleish
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I update the education page for, Beshara School at the Chisholme Institute - The
The school held a big event 09.09.09 - 11.09.09 - S Y M P O S I U M 2 0 0 9
A follow up for the symposium - Can I See Myself and the World as One Self
I also update the BESHARA SCHOOL page which shows educational centers world wide.
My major work here has been to collect and select regional peace initiatives data for
A WiserEarth Palestine-Israel Platform
My greatest fun group, when its active, is In The Eye of the Hand Poetry
Also, Peace Day Wall
My email narda.lit@gmail.com
Bulletin updated 18 November 09
An article by Deborah Phelan for the Daily Kos
DK GreenRoots: "I would rather have a heart opened by wonder than one closed by belief"* 
Thu Nov 12, 2009 at 06:14:00 PM PST
"When a caterpillar reaches a certain point in its own
evolution, it becomes over-consumptive, a voracious eater and it eats
everything in sight.
At that same time, in the molecular structure of the
caterpillar, the "imaginal cells" become active. While all this gorging
is going on, those imaginal cells wake up, and they look for each other
inside of the caterpillar’s body. When enough of them connect (they
don't need to be in the majority) they become the genetic directors of
the future of the caterpillar. At that point the other cells begin to
putrefy and become what’s called the nutritive soup—out of which the
imaginal cells create the absolute unpredictable miracle of the
butterfly.
What’s possible is that we're the imaginal cells on the planet right now.
"Inspired by Elisabet Sahtouri from Awakening the Dreamer.
*"Open Mind (133) by Anahata Joy Katkin
The Journey: "We did not weave the web of life, we are merely a strand in it."
Just seconds after Narda Azaria Dalgleish switches
off her computer in Hawick, an old mill town in the Scottish Borders,
and turns in for the night at 5 am (GMT), I read her posting about an
event she is deeply involved in: The Beshara School at the Chisholme
Institute's September Seminar entitled Self Knowledge and Global Responsibility: Towards A Unified Vision.
In her post, she quotes from The Kernel of the Kernel by Muhyiddin Ibn 'Arabi, an Andalusian twelfth century mystic
Several blind people were gathered in a place. They
begun to discuss a matter: "We wonder if we could see an elephant." The
keeper of the elephants took them to the elephant house. Each one found
a part of the elephant and held on to it - some to the ear, some to the
foot, some to the belly, some to the trunk. After having known the
elephant in this fashion, they begun to argue among themselves. The one
who clung to the leg of the elephant said the elephant was like a
column. The one that held the ear said the elephant was like a napkin,
and the one who knew the elephant by its belly said it was like a
barrel. In short, whatever member they held on to they knew the
elephant like that part; their beliefs were such. The person who has
belief through imitation is in this state, he clings onto something
definite and remains there. In that dimensional state he remains
imprisoned.
and replies:
"Scientists confirm today what the great spiritual
teachers always knew about the spiritual magnitude uniquely predisposed
to humankind, namely, the human genome being inclusive of all the
building blocks of life and all that preceded it, stemming from one
cell/origin - Life or Existence itself ... In the end, if I can see
myself and the world as one self, how could I possibly not wish to
serve it wholeheartedly, let alone harm it?"
Symposium 2009: Beshara School at the Chisholme Institute
Immediately, I revisit her report on the seminar Can I See Myself and the World as One Self and am immersed for well over an hour.
When I finally resurface, I am sure of something I have long suspected in my interactions with Narda: we are both imaginal cells.
Separated by some 6000 miles, we both remain awake until the wee hours
of the morning, driven by the same blessed unrest: We are both aware
that time is of the essence. We are both delicate iron butterflies,
hardwired to the same circadian clock, migrating towards the promise of
a future, propelled forward by delicate and magnificently powerful
light-detecting sensors, which respond to the invisible cue of
polarized ultraviolet light. In unison, we dip, Golden Swallow Tails,
Spread Wing Skippers, Pacific Checkerspots, side-by-side,
hypervigilant, listening through small sonar specks on our wings for
the singular sound of a chrysalis' vibration.
"The
transformation itself is amazing. Think of it as recycling -- if you
drop a plastic bottle off in the recycling bin, it can be melted down
into an entirely different shape. This is what happens inside the
chrysalis. Much of the body breaks itself down into imaginal cells,
which are undifferentiated -- like stem cells, they can become any type
of cell. The imaginal cells put themselves back together into a new
shape. A few parts of the body, such as the legs, are more or less
unchanged during this process."
It seems that the brain of the butterfly, born
through the massive clustering of imaginal cells, contains neural
fibers that connect its circadian rhythm to the photoreceptors in its
eyes. It is the only insect which possesses this pathway, utilizing "a
time-compensated sun compass." Link
Isn't it Al Gore who says if you want to move
quickly you move alone, if you want to move forward, you move together,
but that now we need to move forward quickly. There is no time. Isn't
it Van Jones who tells us there are NO single issues, there is only ONE
language, it is all interconnected. There is no time. Aren't there
people everywhere who are tortured by images of their children or
grandchildren, all asking "What did you do when the earth was
unraveling? What did you do when you knew?" There is no time.
We
need to cluster. I have been awake for over 30 years now, yet only in
the past few years have I succeeded in redirecting the energy which
served to repress my terror towards working on the solution. And so
the question: The question to ask of all those who still deflect, deny,
dissemble: "What gives you the right not to know?"
"The underlying question, 'Can I see myself and the
world as One Self?' came up following a mention of a slogan placed on
the London Tube in the 70's," says Narda. "If I recall correctly, it
said 'I may not be able to change the world but I can change myself.'"
Opening to Wonder
It's just not possible to immerse yourself in the four hour Awakening the Dreamer symposium without feeling vitally alive. A few signficant glimmers of promise.
I. The New Cosmology
In Center for the Story of the Universe: The New Cosmology,
Brian Swimme points to the similarity between the emerging
consciousness (and the requisite shift in the global worldview) and the
end of the entire medieval world (its monarchies, the church, and the
feudal economic system), which followed Copernicus' 1543 discovery that
the Earth was not the center of the universe.
"We live in a similar moment of breakdown and
creativity," Swimme writes. "The cosmological discovery that shatters
nearly everything upon which the modern age was built is the discovery
that the Universe came into existence 13.7 billion years ago and is so
biased toward complexification that life and intelligence are now seen
to be a nearly inevitable construction of evolutionary dynamics. Our
new challenge is to reinvent our civilization. The major institutions
of the modern period, including that of agriculture and religion and
education and economics, need to be re-imagined within an intelligent,
self-organizing, living Universe, so that instead of degrading the
Earth's life systems, humanity might learn to join the enveloping
community of living beings in a mutually enhancing manner. This great
work will surely draw upon the talents and energies of many millions of
humans from every culture of our planet and throughout the rest of the
21st century."
II. Biomimicry
One of the direct biomimicry analogies that we
saw was the heavy, wind-driven rains pounding the buildings being
constructed in Dasve. We talked about how to treat the surfaces and
shape the buildings to include layering that would reduce the impact of
the rain. If we think about treating a city like a forest, we can
studies the layers of vegetation in a forest, which has larger trees,
under-stories and canopies above the soil. All this gradually reduces
the impact of how water percolates into the ground and then into the
waterways. So this is direct knowledge we can learn from a forest. Of
course we aren't just going to build trees around the buildings. But we
can think about the different layers that we can create to protect the
building.
Lavasa Biomimicry Site Visit: Studying the "Genius of the Place"
III. The Indigenous Worldview
"Apparently, the human brain has adapted over
time, converting the space once used for sensing vibration to use by
the more immediately powerful senses of sight and sound. Yet Caitlin
O'Connell-Rodwell notes that "traditional instruments such as the
didgeridoo of Australia, talking drums of West Africa, and the stomping
dances of Native Americans all produce signals that have the potential
to be carried through the ground over long distances."These instruments
could have been important communication mechanisms similar to smoke
signals, but at much greater distances than smoke signals could be
detected," she says." Link
Different
Amazonian indigenous people tell different stories about how Moon went
from being a person upon the earth, to living in the sky; about how
animals, birds and humans lost the ability to communicate with one
another; about why birds were given beaks and feathers and fish scales
and gills, but for many of these peoples, one thing holds true: this
transformation is only partial. People, animals, birds, some plants,
stars, hills and rocks, are believed to have souls, manifesting
different aspects of the same essential being. Their different
appearances now, fur, scales, feathers, are just like covers,
enveloping a common essence. And their different voices, calls, grunts,
songs, are just like different languages. (an excerpt from Can I see myself and the world as one self? Aliya Ryan)
Photocredits:
Choaspes hemixanthus pumping by outdoors2magic
Travelling men by halifaxlight
Symposium 2009: Beshara School at the Chisholme Institute by Christopher Ryan
A Secret Shade Garden For You~ To Cool The Toes Of Your Soul by ArteZoe
Imaginal Cells: Martian Spacecrbaft by madcalabrian.
Puffball - dandelion clock - seed dispenser - globular head with downy tufts by quapan
The Spirit I by Buddha's Ghost
Aliya Ryan by Christopher Ryan
Sydney Opera house HDR Sydney Australia by Linh_rOm
IMG_0335 by HOK
DSCN0136 by kushtandon
have a look, c, if you haven't yet! Last I heard, after years of toing and froing is that its been canceled. not because of the scientist or the environmentalists who wanted to ensure that the pipes will be absolutely safe from, god forbid, sipping contaminated water into the aquifer, or a development in a grand scale such as this won't be environmentally sound, or that the purification of the 'red' sea will have to take place further south before it reaches the Arava... and so on and so forth, but because king Abdullah is angry with president peres for claiming it is his idea and initiative... but these are just unchecked rumors i heard... whatever it is, they will have to find a solution for both water and for living together like all the single drops of water do.