A friend forwarded me something today which I want to share with all.  It is about an action that will take place on November 11:

“On 11-11, 2010, one million people across the globe will mentally project a unified vision of a new paradigm for our species… a new reality.  The very real physics that connects human consciousness with molecular structure will be harnessed en masse during the largest scale simultaneous manifestation transmission in recorded history.”

I encourage you to watch a video – HERE IS THE LINK:    www.newrealitytransmission.com — and I am hoping you feel moved to participate in the experiment.  I believe in the message and that this is something we can do that can shift the current paradigm of anger, fear and despair on this planet and bring us to a new, much more healthy place–the world of CONNECTEDNESS and PEACE that we all dream of—what miracle and grace that will be!

CAVEAT:   I realized only AFTER posting  this message that there was no real identity behind the site available to us.
That was my oversight, and lack of cyber-savvy.   I want to alert you to this fact.

I absolutely believe in the possibility of what has been put forth on the site– and will definitely participate in this benevolent experiment myself–but I feel the need to point out that this is, for all intents and purposes, coming from an anonymous source.

A friend who received my email yesterday wrote back: “I am always wary of the guy behind the curtain these days, but the idea is seemingly harmless.  I’ll put it on my calendar”.

If you don’t sign up with them, there should be no problem for you, if this is not legitimate.
You could choose to participate anyway, just that  “they” won’t have an exact scientific model to work from with the results.
THAT IS NOT THE MOST IMPORTANT THING.   When the results are as projected—a major paradigm shift brought about by a collective conscious transmission—it will be a wonderful.

In Love and Greater Clarity,
Sherry

Shingo Sato was a man who was true to his name.  SHIN = the Truth of the Heart.  Shingo was true to himself.  Honesty was his Way. He could not even fake artifice.  Remarkable!

Listening to his heart, instead of the pressures of his culture to “succeed in business”, he dared dream a dream of a life of little stress, windsurfing in the gorgeous ocean around Maui.  He was handsome and physically strong and very young-looking at age 58 when he died suddenly of a massive brain hemorrhage.

Self-sufficient, creative, he had a unique sense of humor, and was very generous with his attributes, helping cater my daughter and son-in-law’s wedding party, taking care of stray cats and needy birds, and serving the few lucky people he included in his quiet life.

In the last 6 years, Shingo-chan practiced calligraphy, writing the Prajna Paramita Sutra–the Buddha’s Heart Sutra–over and over.  He experimented with an organic honey business (which he named “To My Honey”), mastered the use of the computer, taught himself to play the guitar (quite beautifully), baked special Indian breads and pizza, and produced 12 YouTube videos under the pen name Samurai Date Rokuemon. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhTfYq3gizE&playnext=1&videos=6Z3W1g9SRPs&fe  or http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdNdO2OsWBM&playnext=1&videos=m3WsVJ2U5y8&feature=mfu_in_orderature=mfu_in_order.)

Shingo admired Hasekura Rokuemon Tsunenaga, a retainer of Lord Date Masamune  from Sendai who was the first Japanese to act as envoy to the Americas in the 1600’s.

Like Tsunenaga, Shingo was the first in his Sendai clan to travel afar.  He’d visited Tunisia, France, the U.S. and Bali.  He, too, was a pioneer–and gentle man–who shared his beautifully decorated home-baked goods on birthdays, Mother’s Day, and Christmas.  His Yule log cake was a perfect artistic confection.  Before his sudden passing on October 1, 2010, he was investigating the possibility of running a mobile lunch restaurant.  It might have succeeded wildly, even if it sold only his homemade Indian naan and his mouthwatering lamb curry.

I met Shingo in 2002 when he worked as sushi chef at the Diamond Resort.  A friend had invited me to join her there and I soon began to take advantage of the Resort’s kama’aina membership to the ofuro.  I treated myself every week to a long hot soak, Japanese style, and then to sushi afterward.   Although Shingo’s English was difficult to understand back then, we communicated well enough to become friends.  I remember a pivotal conversation in which he told me he loved jazz.  I did too.  It was remarkable to me that with our entirely different backgrounds, we had many quirky similarities in our tastes.

The first time Shingo visited my place in Kula for dinner, he became very animated because he realized we could see the waves coming into one of his favorite windsurfing spots: Kanaha. Later, when he’d taken the courageous step to leave the Diamond Resort and start a new life in Kula, he might call me for an eye-witness wave report before traveling down the mountain to the North shore.

In 2004, I was planning a trip to Japan to gather subject matter for writing stories for Eye Ai Magazine.  I was interested in Sendai tansu.  Shingo was planning on visiting his family at about the same time, and invited me to come to Sendai to meet them.  I was the first American that they had ever had visit their home.  Although they had painful memories from the days of WWII, I was welcomed warmly and generously.  They treated me like family.   Shingo’s mother, Chiyoe san, gifted me with two of her most lovely kimonos, brother and sister-in-law Tatsuo san and Masako san hosted delicious meals with local specialties and brother Shozo san took me to an historic tansu workshop and drove us to Matsushima and places beyond.  It was a memorable journey which included the last of the cherry blossoms and Date Masamune’s castle gate on that visit.

In 2005, Shingo planned out a trip to Japan for the two of us.  It was brilliant, down to the last difficult detail of bus and rail schedules in obscure places on Noto Hanto and Sado Shima.  Our favorite experience turned out to be a meal of fresh sashimi in a small town named Anamizu.  We made a return visit to Sendai, and this time visited the grave of Chiyoe san, who had passed away a few months before.  I promised her I would always remain friends with Shingo.

After Sendai, we went to Kamakura before a stop in Yokohama, where Shingo insisted upon acting as body guard for me in case there were yakuza (Japanese gangsters) about while I interviewed Japanese tattoo master Horiyoshi III.  Until he died, Shingo kept his eye on me.  He passed by my place each night returning from work, and slowed his pickup to make sure all seemed in order on the property.

Samurai Date Rokuemon was one of the most important characters in my life, I am more fully realizing this each day he will not return.  Although simply friends and still fond of each other, we hadn’t made the effort lately to visit to share news and a meal. It was grace that we spoke warmly on the phone the week before he died.  It happened when  I was in California, he in Okinawa.  His sudden death has revealed the immensity of the loss of his beingness and is offering a sharp lesson to look ever more deeply into–or compassionately past–the idiosyncrasies of a loved one.  Memories, now, remind me of how fortunate I have been to know Shingo.

One of Shingo’s favorite jazz tunes was John Coltrane’s  instrumental version of “You Don’t Know What Love Is” .  As our miraculous friendship was deepening, Shingo once wrote me that he was a little sad because he was kind of a wild cat who hadn’t learned how to make a place in the “world of words, like a right way, happiness and love. . .”.  Yet, I am extremely grateful to testify that Shingo’s actions reflected the One Love, and I was on the receiving side of a great deal of love, protection and care from a very dear friend, lover, and true samurai–a man of spirit and honor.

Shingo Sato:  I love you
You live in my heart Itsumademo (forever)

Mata au no. . . (until we meet again)
Your “Crazy Geisha”,  Sherry

PRAJNA PARAMITA SUTRA Great Invocation: Gate gate para gate para sum gate bodhi swaha! Gone, gone, gone beyond, gone utterly beyond, Enlightenment hail!

The lyrics of Shingo’s favorite jazz song, “YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT LOVE IS”:

You don’t know what love is
Til you’ve learned the meaning of the blues
Until you’ve loved a love you’ve had to lose
You don’t know what love is
You don’t know how lips hurt
Until you’ve kissed and had to pay the cost
Until you’ve flipped your heart and you have lost

You don’t know what love is
Do you know how a lost heart fears
The thought of reminiscing
And how lips that taste of tears
Lose their taste for kissing

You don’t know how hearts burn
For love that cannot live yet never dies
Until you’ve faced each dawn with sleepless eyes

You don’t know what love is
You don’t know how hearts burn
For love that cannot live yet never dies
Until you’ve faced each dawn with sleepless eyes

You don’t know what love is

Ten days before his 11^th birthday (12/9/02) DECLAN GALBRAITH released his first single, “Tell Me Why”.

The largest choir in history assembled from all over the UK and Ireland joining Declan to sing his song for a Guinness World Record.

I’m thinking about my young grandchildren, Jules and Abbott, and the world that they are inheriting and I couldn’t help but wonder:  What would our world look like if all of us from around the globe joined together to “sing” a response to Declan’s question?  It could be a harmony that has never been heard before in our Uni-verse, our One Song.

In my dream children sing a song of love for every boy and girl
The sky is blue and fields are green and laughter is the language of the world
Then I wake and all I see is a world full of people in need

Tell me why (why) does it have to be like this?
Tell me why (why) is there something I have missed?
Tell me why (why) cos I don’t understand.
When so many need somebody we don’t give a helping hand.
Tell me why?

Everyday I ask myself what will I have to do to be a man?
Do I have to stand and fight to prove to everybody who I am?
Is that what my life is for to waste in a world full of war?

Tell me why (why) does it have to be like this?
Tell me why (why) is there something I have missed?
Tell me why (why) cos I don’t understand.
When so many need somebody we don’t give a helping hand.
Tell me why?

(children) tell me why? (declan) tell me why?
(children) tell me why? (declan) tell me why?
(together) just tell me why, why, why?

Tell me why (why) does it have to be like this?
Tell me why (why) is there something I have missed?
Tell me why (why) cos I don’t understand.
When so many need somebody we don’t give a helping hand.

Tell me why (why,why,does the tiger run)
Tell me why (why why do we shoot the gun)
Tell me why (why,why do we never learn)
Can someone tell us why we let the forest burn?

(why,why do we say we care)
Tell me why (why,why do we stand and stare)
Tell me why (why,why do the dolphins cry)
Can some one tell us why we let the ocean die ?

(why,why if we’re all the same)
tell me why (why,why do we pass the blame)
tell me why (why,why does it never end)
can some one tell us why we cannot just be friends?

Link to YouTube Video Declan Galbraith \”Tell Me Why\”
The event was organized by ‘Young Voices in Concert’. Funds from the record-breaking attempt were donated to the Sargent Cancer Care for Children.

Miracles and Grace  reveals–through story–the abundance of ordinary/everyday miracles presenting themselves to our consciousness every single day.

Raising  consciousness expands the mind to perceive more of a truth  that we are not an insignificant dot on the globe, but  are constantly reflecting and affecting each other.

Long before modern physics came up with the hologram as an essential model of the Universe, an ancient Indian teaching story, the Avatamsaka sutra, spoke to the unity, interconnectedness and interdependence of all creation.

“Indra’s Net” ~ In the heavenly realm, the god Indra cast a net that extends infinitely throughout space. A multifaceted crystal is attached at each of its nodes. Every single crystal reflects, and is being reflected in, all of the other crystals, endlessly. The slightest change in one crystal is reflected as change in each of the others.

This alignment of modern science with ancient philosophy allows us to imagine each of ourselves as a single crystal on that net, affected by and affecting each other in infinite ways. Simply considering the impact our every thought, feeling, word, or deed has on everyone and everything brings a profound awakening. . .and a sense of responsibility for not only ourselves, but the whole organism we call our world, of which we are an integral part.

There have been civilizations who understood our  interconnectedness, and lived in ways that supported it. The ancient/tribal way was to band together in Community. All was organized around the principle of WE (not me vs.you).

Every thought, word and deed accompanied by heart-feeling  strengthens our conversation with the entire Universe.  Together WE have the power–with just one action–to manifest a change for the whole of  our planet Earth.  WE are essentially that crystal.

Today, I am projecting a visualization and an intention for a world where we live in peaceful balance and harmony, sharing our best with our neighbor and demonstrating caring for the quality of life of future generations.

What we intend, we create.   WE  are All One;  WE are the WHOLE.

Painting on canvas:: “WE“  (18″ x18″ x 1 1/4″)  created by Sherry Remez

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