Whatever you take from people,
Try not to take away their dignity –
It is what makes us human. Simple.
Human dignity is a kind gift from Divinity.
Preserve it as much as you can
In every child, in every man, in every woman,
It confirms to us that we are human.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
Someone else had to happen before you could happen. Someone else had to come into existence before you could come into existence. Another plane had to be formed before your plane could subsequently arise. A higher species had to be created before you could afterwards develop. You are the result of what someone else left over and pushed out.
You are the lowest of the low, the last of the least, but you don’t know it because you cannot imagine what could be above you or what could have come before you…; Because if you could imagine it and conceptualise it and understand it and know it, you would have been it and not you. Hence, humility is essential for eternal life.
Sensing upwards towards the Holy Grail, you realise that there is always something more – and it came before you. And something came before it. And something came before it. On and on… I realised today that we can never see the Holy Grail. We can only hear of it, be told about it, and sense our way upwards towards the after-effects of what emanates from it.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
PS: These thoughts are recognitions gained from:The Grail Message – “In the Light of Truth” – by Abd-ru-shin:
https://www.gralswerk.org/grail-message.html
A lot of our time is taken up by the attempt to make ourselves comprehensible to others and to understand them in return. If you listen to any conversation between any two people, you will notice just how much TIME is used up by the effort to transfer information from one to the other. They try multiple words and many different phrases. They repeat the same thing over and over again, with the same and different words.
They ask many questions, sometimes the same question several times, and explain themselves multiple times. All in the attempt to make themselves understood to one another, to transfer the exact and correct piece of information that each carries within to and into the other person’s inside and into the other person’s comprehension capacity. Most of our interactions are a long arduous twisting marathonic endeavour at communication, often ending in only partial success or really no real success at all.
But imagine if there was a way to instantly and accurately transfer exact information between ourselves and into one another. Exact, and above all comprehensible, information. Directly – from mind to mind, from heart to heart, from intuition to intuition. How much time would be saved? And how much misunderstanding would be avoided. So much. This is probably why the best communicators do so with pictures or use words that awaken images within the recipient’s mind. Because a picture is worth a thousand words, they say. But a picture can also be misinterpreted, if the context is not properly explained. It all depends. And that’s the whole point.
And yet… is the effort to communicate not an intrinsic part of the very purpose of existence? Is is not the one side of the coin of consciousness with which we pay and earn our development? And the other side of the coin is the effort to bring clarity within one’s own inner life. Because the more you try to make something comprehensible to another, the clearer it becomes to you too. And the clearer it becomes to you, the easier it is to communicate it to someone else, sometimes with just one mental picture awakened within them that brings intuitive comprehension and intellectual clarity.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Undulating Plains
I’m in a garden full of fruits But I am not hungry, And what I crave only Is buried deep down in the roots. And I am waiting patiently For it to sprout again And no pleasure can dull the pain Or nourish me substantially. Some waits last long, longer Than a lifetime or two; Reincarnation is the cue To re-become younger and stronger. Don’t hurry your wounds, Let them heal at their own pace; Life and love are not a race, Some years have thirteen moons. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
It‘s quiet inside Grown silent in a heart Of memories rich in restraint A talking drum a world apart It takes a village to raise a child It takes a community to heal an inner child And silence in a quiet place in your heart. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
There are different kinds of friends
They connect in different ways
There are different kinds of bends
They connect with different ways
There are different kinds of trends
They connect into different ways
There are different kinds of ends
They disconnect and you go different ways
And then they connect you to different ways.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
If you are different
No matter how diffident
You try to be
They will still see
That you are different.
So, do you
And be true
All the way through
Their mean or funny looks –
A dose of courage is all it takes.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
I will try
to be me
And trying
to be me
Is a part
of being me.
And in trying
to be me
I have already
become me.
Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river
Come into the light Here where Home is bright Let us exchange insight With the same intensity With which we sometimes fight Let Honesty be our Propensity At the very Height Of our Intimacy It will feel right, it will feel so right Without a shred of complacency. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
When they pull the ground out From under your feet, Grow wings and learn to fly. When they hurt you, They make you stronger, Growing younger and younger Everyday until you die. Che Chidi Chukwumerije Poems from the inner river
