Dear Friends,

Our summer is finishing as we put away our lighter clothing and pull out the covers and the extra shawls and blankets for more warmth and extra comfort. What a feeling of cosiness and pleasure!

What’s more, I notice  increased positive warm attitudes in people I meet, like this barefoot woman in the public laundry: she didn’t know how to use the dryer and I explained it to her saying: “it’s not the best weather to dry clothes outside” and she answered: “you know, whatever, life is just perfect”. I recognised an angel in this lady; she was ready to accept anything that came her way!

Or what about this couple, next to me on the plane, she was 68, the husband 88 and blind, they both had cancers and other diseases but went for a cruise to Alaska, “life goes on and you know  we laugh so much every day”, the wife mentioned.  Another angel. There are so many of them, always just next to us!

And several of my friends and clients have experienced great success, here and overseas: Gene got her LC qualification in Canada, Dani had her picture in the paper for her art, Eloise has her photography and fashion on show in Berlin, and all of us others do our light work the way we know best. It is all happening as we say and I am so proud of all of us; especially together as I am a firm believer in teamwork.

“Together” is the word, isn’t it?! Across the globe we notice that politicians, religions, art, fashion, thinking patterns try to reach the farthest corners of the world in order to reach others, to involve the reluctant ones, the so-called non-believers, to teach us lessons in seeing the world in different colours and lifestyles. We are so lucky that we have the media, the internet and the fast communication, we can all link up, and it’s up to us to do that or to stay isolated and unreachable.

As a story I want us to read A Man and an Eagle, shared with us by Jenny in Perth:

STORY
FREEDOM AND JEFF

Freedom and I have been together 10 years this summer. She came in as a baby in 1998 with two broken wings. Her left wing doesn't open all the way even after surgery, it was broken in 4 places. She's my baby.

When Freedom came in she could not stand and both wings were broken. She was emaciated and covered in lice. We made the decision to give her a chance at life, so I took her to the vet’s office. From then on, I was always around her. We had her in a huge dog carrier with the top off, and it was loaded up with shredded newspaper for her to lie in. I used to sit and talk to her, urging her to live, to fight; and she would lay there looking at me with those big brown eyes. We also had
to tube feed her for weeks.

This went on for 4-6 weeks, and by then she still couldn't stand. It got to the point where the decision was made to euthanize her if she couldn't stand in a week. You know you don't want to cross that line between torture and rehab, and it looked like death was winning. She was going to be put down that Friday, and I was supposed to come in on that Thursday afternoon. I didn't want to go to the centre that Thursday, because I couldn't bear the thought of her being euthanized; but I went anyway, and when I walked in everyone was grinning from ear to ear. I went immediately back to her cage; and there she was, standing on her own, a big beautiful eagle. She was ready to live. I was just about in tears by then. That was a very good day. 

We knew she could never fly, so the director asked me to glove train her. I got her used to the glove, and then to jesses, and we started doing education programs for schools in western Washington. We wound up in the newspapers, radio (believe it or not) and some TV. Miracle Pets even did a show about us.

In the spring of 2000, I was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma. I had stage 3, which is not good (one major organ plus everywhere), so I wound up doing 8 months of chemo. Lost the hair - the whole bit. I missed a lot of work. When I felt good enough, I would go to Sarvey( the Wildlife Centre) and take Freedom out for walks. Freedom would also come to me in my dreams and help me fight the cancer. This happened time and time again.

Fast forward to November 2000, the day after Thanksgiving, I went in for my last check-up. I was told that if the cancer was not all gone after 8 rounds of chemo, then my last option was a stem cell transplant. Anyway, they did the tests; and I had to come back Monday for the results. I went in Monday, and I was told that all the cancer was gone.
So the first thing I did was get up to the Wildlife Centre and take the big girl out for a walk. It was misty and cold. I went to her flight and jessed her up, and we went out front to the top of the hill. I hadn't said a word to Freedom, but somehow she knew. She looked at me and wrapped both her wings around me to where I could feel them pressing in on my back (I was engulfed in eagle wings), and she touched my nose with her beak and stared into my eyes, and we just stood there like that for I don't know how long. That was a magic moment. We have been soul mates ever since she came in. This is a very special bird.

On a side note: I have had people who were sick come up to us when we are out, and Freedom has some kind of hold on them. I once had a guy who was terminal come up to us and I let him hold her. His knees just about buckled and he swore he could feel her power coarse through his body. I have so many stories like that.

I never forget the honour I have of being so close to such a magnificent spirit as Freedom’s.

As for the Picture
Let me show you the “Kiss in the Neck”, a painting rather than a picture!

In love and light

Mariana
www.mariana-amar.com