Its Elemental Water 2019 Newsletter of the Rebirth International Aussie & Kiwi mob

Acknowledging, Accepting and Processing Grief By Chitra Kaul

Dealing with loss is difficult, painful and a very personal experience. Nobody welcomes death but it is something we cannot run away from. Grief is a process and has various stages but it may not be the same for everyone. We all are different and we process it differently. We have learned or been conditioned to suppress our feelings or not deal with them. The reason can be because we want to show the world how brave and strong we are or may be we are so caught up with the outer world that we do not have time to work through our emotions. Grieving is a personal process with no one right way to do it and also with no time limit. Initially, everyone around us shows compassion but as weeks and months pass by one might hear, “move on…it’s part of life and so on”. Do not allow it to put pressure on you. If we allow it then there are more chances of going into a deeper state of grief and depression. When someone with whom we have had a very deep spiritual connection / attachment passes away, we tend to lose a part of ourselves. At times, it triggers the memories of unresolved grief that we were holding from the past. It unlocks the doors of all the suppressed emotions making us go into deeper grief and we manifest aches and pains, exertion, dis-eases. Take your time. It is very important to show compassion towards yourself. When my father passed away I was told, “As all the prayer ceremonies are now over its time you go back to your normal life!” And I said, “I have not felt my feelings completely and I would want to give myself some time…” I allowed myself to feel my feelings and process them. I talked about him with people who were closed to me and him and we laughed and cried talking about him. When my aunt whom I was very close to passed away, it took me 6 months to process it…. One can have many feelings while grieving – sadness, anger, shock, fear, regret, loneliness, abandonment and many more. The world seems meaningless and overwhelming, life makes no sense. One even goes through denial and anger. The anger can be towards anyone even at the deceased one or even at God. Accept how you feel, express the feelings. Talk about the loved one and all the memories…cherish the times spent with them. Coming to terms with the reality and accepting that it cannot be changed does not mean we won’t talk or think about our loved ones. Death is the reality of life but losing someone is always painful. It can get easier over time if we allow ourselves to process grief in a healthy way. We must grieve to heal completely and become whole.

The Song By Joanne Eisemann

I spent a week in hospital recently, well almost a week I went in each day to support

my husband who received some surgery.

His bed was in what they called the ‘Short Stay Surgical Unit’ which appeared to me to

be the Hospital’s answer to long elective surgery waiting lists and overcrowding. It was

basically a big room with around 25 beds divided by disposable curtains forming a

rather bizarre community experience.

At one stage a young firefighter moved into the bed next door to my husband to stay

overnight after some surgery. The next afternoon his wife and 18 month old son

arrived to take him home. The Dr responsible for signing him out was nowhere to be

found so his wife and child waited with him for several hours.

The 18 month old responded to the experience by becoming quite agitated and

screaming quite loud screams periodically for the first hour or so. After a while the

child began to settle, he used his voice to amuse himself but not in word form, just

sounds.

At one stage he repeated two tones over and over. My husband in his sensitive state

picked up that these two tones were the sounds of thank you, thank you, thank you.

‘Hmm’ I thought ‘how many times have I heard those words said since I’ve been in this

place?’ – it was an almost constant refrain amongst the moaning and groaning.

I began to contemplate whether this child was singing the song of this ward, could it be

that when he arrived he felt all the pain, fear and anguish of the people staying here,

expressing this through his screams and then as the experience went on found his way

to the highest vibration that was available there – the words of thanks?

A short time later my theory was confirmed. The child let out a wild scream – just one –

a few moments later a PA (public address) announced a medical emergency in the

Short Stay Surgical Unit, one of the nurses had collapsed…

Baths are the Key to happiness Article from the Daily Telegraph (October 26 2018) Hot baths could be even more effective than exercise in combating mild to moderate depression. A German university study of 45 people with depression gave half of them “thermal therapy” twice a week while the others were put on an exercise program. The thermal therapy group soaked in a tub of water at 40 C for up to 30 minutes before wrapping up with blankets and hot water bottles for another 20 minutes. After eight weeks, the bathers’ depression symptoms fell by 6 points on a widely used scale while the exercisers’ symptoms fell by just three points. The bathing treatment also started working faster, the University of Freiburg study revealed. Body temperature patterns of those with depression can be disrupted and it is believed that hot baths may correct this. The baths in the study raised participants’ temperature by about 2C. “Hyperthermic baths seem to be a fast acting, safe and easy accessible method leading to clinically relevant improvement in depressive disorder after two weeks,” The researchers said.

Basically toxins are the things in your body that are not you. They are sending out a

resonance that you could be interpreting as your own thought or your own field but

actually it’s like a visitor that’s constantly playing its music and you’re like ‘is that my

music? I don’t know... I don’t quite like it…’

Atlantis Rise

The water to clean your heart is the name of God

"Those who see the Great God in the moon, stars, earth, air, fire and water, and always meditate on Him only, get success in life and are true devotees." "Of greatest importance is that the Repetition of God's Name (Japa) increase daily. In this way, your heart and mind will be purified and only then will you find God in yourself. The mind can be purified only by Japa. This is the only medicine for the disease of the mind. While your mind and heart are impure, how can God live in your heart? The water to clean your heart is the Name of God. So teach everyone to repeat the Name of God--everywhere." Babaji

Unity cannot exist if the majority of this world is living on the low path. The teachings enable sentient beings to destroy the lower self. Unity is a natural progression following the destruction of the lower self. Pain and suffering is the norm for those on the low path. This is what you will deal with in your relationships with other beings. Even Babaji's heart was burdened by the pain of others. Do not burden your heart with the pain of others. If you are affected then you must cut these relationships. Do not attempt to change others. Just share the teachings. Leave the burdened hearts to Babaji. Babaji

Laarkmaa – a pleiadian view

"When you focus on experiencing the fluid within your

own bodies, your own water makeup, you will see and

begin to learn that you can change your form. Water is

magic. The energy of water is your teacher, because

you are water. When you turn to water to learn, you

are honouring the water form that carries your light

body. Water cannot be controlled or polarized. Pay

attention. Your water holds part of the secret of

unlocking your DNA. When you enter water or drink

water, do so as if you are the water and the water is

you." (Conversations With Laarkmaa.)

https://www.laarkmaa.com/single-post/2015/01/17/Diet-for-Ascension

Living on light BE YOND💦🌿 I have been called to a place I call HOME where I bathe with the morning sun As I am nomadic I find different waterholes every few days A lake, a river, a stream, A waterfall, a fountain, an ocean A rock pool, a spring My body greets the water being & begins swirling, singing, speaking, listening We begin to merge & share information & qi With the suns beams bonding & binding our agreements We become AS ONE There is an unspeakable Power bathing outdoors naked in the wilderness, rejuvenating, alivening, aligning with Source

light✨💦✨💦✨💦✨💦✨ I do not use body wash during our meetings And I find I leave so fresh & purified that to add soaps would tarnish the glean It’s over a month & I have not use deodorants either & I smell

peachy like a peach 🍑. Now I recognize that (when I used to

wash from a shower with mains water 🚿 I always felt I needed soap & deodrant, as the water itself was not living & not clean(purified)!! When engaging with Living Water Our body & be yond is Cleansed & ReNewed There is no need for more As when we are present We have All that we need This is something I am DEEPLY immersing myself into & uncovering & unveiling just how much We Are Fully Self Sustaining Beings I am always going be yond, using myself to experiment on as a living example to explore the unknown We are fully self sustaining beings of living loving light beyond the needs for the earthly “norms” We are, are not, both, neither & beyond

I we love & cherish you deeply dearly💕

Sofia Waapiti Ra (from Instagram)

Attributes of the Water Element BASIC NATURE: represents emotions, absorption, subconscious, purification, eternal movement, wisdom, the soul, and emotional aspects of love and femininity. Water always finds a way, cold wet, yin, with downward energy and still motion, the Taoist mystery of water seeming weakness contrasted by the power of floods and its ability to move mountains over time DIRECTION: West TYPE OF ENERGY: Receptive/feminine COLOURS: Blue green indigo black PLACES: Oceans, beach, rivers, lakes, creeks, springs, dams, puddles RITUALS: Evoke spirits, love magic, offering for spirits of the dead,

cleansing, raising energy RITUAL FORMS: Bathing, dilution, washing, sprinkling, preparing cold herbal infusions HERBS: chickweed, chamomile, sandalwood, jasmine, thyme, comfrey STONES: Blue Agate, aquamarine, fluorite, lolite, lapis lazuli, lepidolite, moonstone and silver also shells of all kinds MUSICAL INSTRUMENT: Finger bells, cymbals, sistrums, gongs, CREATURES: dolphin, whale, seals, water snakes, sea birds, (all creatures

that live in lakes oceans and swampland SEASON: Autumn TIME OF DAY: twilight/dusk MAGICKAL TOOL: Cup/chalice SENSE: Taste NATURAL SYMBOLS: Ocean, river, shell, spring, lake, well, rain fog, cup TYPES OF MAGICK RULES: Mirror divinations, magnet work, love magick, lucid dreaming, cleansing, protection spells GODDESSES: Aphrodite, Isis, Benthesikyme, Tiamat, Yemoja, Sedna, Venus GODS: Enki.Neptune, Poseidon, lir, Okeanos, Kanaloa, Abzu, Njord SYMBOL:

PLANETS: Saturn, Earth, Moon ASTROLOGY: Cancer Scorpio Pisces TAROT: Suit of Cups, Major Arcana – High Priestess, Chariot, Hanged Man, death, moon ELEMENTAL: Undines – (water sprite), Apas PLANTS: willow, aloe, lemon, violet, lotus, iris, pitcher plant, sweet flag,

water hyacinth, lettuce, floating hearts, water clover, hornwort, zebra,

horsetails, cattails, pear, tomato, daffodil eucalyptus, grape, coconut

I first saw a full face snorkelling mask on a video posted on Redlyn’s Native Spirit

facebook page

https://www.facebook.com/nativespirit.com.au/videos/234436020573407/

I rushed to the internet to purchase one.

The beauty of using one of these while rebirthing in water is that I can breathe

through my nose so relaxation is ever so much deeper.

If you are like me and enjoy breathing in water, I recommend giving one of these a

go.

Joanne Eisemann

The Story of My Parents and Aunt and Uncle The following article is an extract from a book “WHO PLOUUGHED SO WELL” by Roger D Win, a history of the WIN family who came to New Zealand 1842 with nothing and ended up being one of the richest families in the Nelson/Motueka area. It should be noted the women were pregnant most of the time and sometimes heavily pregnant with most having between 9 and 14 children. I’m very proud of the Win pioneer women. Pauline Win “The Story of My Parents and Aunt and Uncle” by Phyllis Moffat I often wish that I had asked my mother about those times. Occasionally she would talk about the work they did; how they washed, baked, patched and contrived until there was little of the original garment left. I always remember how she used to put patches on the men's pants, not a stitch out of place not a pull anywhere and the patch stayed in place. It was a real work of art. In those days when the families were arriving at about two year intervals, grandmother did her work. As I remember we never went short, although the clothes problem must have caused grave anxiety. There was much said about it but no complaint. As for food, it did not so far as I can remember present any difficulty for no one ever went hungry, nor do I remember any person calling at our house who was not asked to sit down for a meal. Our table held twelve grown up people. Of course when we children were younger we sat on a form. Father sat at the head of the table, the youngest next to him and as we got older we were pushed down the form and the next youngest sat in the place of honour. Altogether the table sat sixteen. I do not think that table was ever less than full. The women of the home had to scrub bare boards, wash the clothes, many of them rubbed by hand, in the open under the trees. The clothes were then gathered and ironed with flat irons which had been heated by the fire. Cooking was at first done in a camp oven over the open fire, later on a colonial stove or in the big bread oven made of mud with a brick floor. When I think of the work they used to get through and that they had almost as much fun as a modern woman I wonder how it was done. I will try to give you a resume of the week's work for a housewife in those days. Your householder rose about 6 a.m., lit the fire, called the family and went to attend the horses. The family rose together or a few at a time. One person attended to cooking the breakfast whilst another set the table. Breakfast might consist of fried bacon, fried potatoes, chops, stew or toast made in front of the open fire and lavishly buttered.... but remember for twelve people and the children's school lunches to cut. Breakfast was over by eight o’clock. Then the milk skimming pans to wash, milk to feed the calves to get ready and a hundred other things to do. On Monday there was washing to do, soiled clothes and linen to be sorted and the washing started. As well there were the beds to make, rooms to sweep and dust, vegetables to prepare and the midday dinner to get ready. It took an organiser of no mean ability, even with one or two grown daughters to help. As well the women were often called to help with the farm jobs; to take the horses to be shod or a hundred other things. Tuesday would mean a full morning’s ironing, done by two women, as well as prepare the dinner which might consist of a leg of mutton (not what one is offered for a leg nowadays but about twice as big),

either roasted or boiled; a large saucepan of potatoes, such large saucepans are not now in everyday use nor are the big pie dishes which might contain puddings of rice, sago. tapioca or pies of home-grown fruit. To make a milk pudding two cups of rice were needed and enough milk to fill the dish. If bread was used the crusts were soaked in milk and when soft, mashed and stirred with fruit and spice, an egg or two if they could be spared and cooked tor two hours or more. Once the meat and the pudding were cooking the women turned to the potatoes, carrots, turnips or whatever was available. I promise that there was no time for resting. After the dishes had been washed, the ironed clothes folded and put away there was sometimes a breathing space during which one changed into another dress or a clean apron. Then one did gardening, darned socks or mended clothes until tea time. Tea might consist of cold meat, salad, bread, butter, and jam or scones or jam tarts. To prepare for Wednesday's baking a pot of potatoes was scrubbed and boiled. They were then mashed into a batter with flour, salt, sugar and yeast and set by the hearth overnight to become the sponge for the bread dough. On baking day as soon as the breakfast was tidied away the bread trough was brought into the house. This was a box on legs with a lid. I remember that it would hold two large milk pans of flour. Into this was put a handful of salt, half a cup of sugar, the sponge and a large jug of warm water. Then it was turn up your sleeves, put on a clean white apron, wash your hands, bring out the pastry board and mix the flour until the whole was a good consistency. Then cut off a large piece and knead, pinch and turn until the dough came off the board with a smack. Then it was covered with a clean towel, a warm cover and placed in the box to rise. Then it was punched down and left to rise a second time. Meanwhile the loaf tins were greased and the fire lit in the baking oven. Next the dough was cut and shaped, put into tins and placed on the hearth to rise again. Then the fire was pulled out of the oven and the inside wiped out with a wet mop. Oven heat was tested by throwing in a handful of flour. If it browned nicely the bread could be put in. If good looking tin loaves were required the tins were turned upside down, or a few cottage loaves were made. Bread took two hours to cook and then meat was put in the oven to cook the same way. The loaves were turned upside down on a board to cool slowly, then stored in a cupboard; but what bread! The slices would make our largest sliced bread look silly. In the evening the young people made their own fun. Sometimes the women did embroidery or fancy work. Sometimes, but rarely, there was a party. But our family were readers so it was books. I remember when we got the mail once a week - when one had to go four miles to the (Thorpe) post office. The newspapers were read from beginning to end. Churning day was also busy, and often as not it was done on a Tuesday after the ironing. Twice a day the six large pans of milk were skinned and the cream put into a cleaned kerosene tin and stirred each day. The churn, a large barrel, was half filled with cream, the lid clamped on and one person turned the handle steadily until the butter began to form. The butter milk was then drained out and the butter churned with clean water. Meanwhile the dairy tables were scrubbed with both hot and cold water, also the butter paddles and moulds. The butter was taken out of the churn and worked by hand to squeeze the water out, salted to taste, weighed and pressed into the moulds or made into one pound weight pats (using the paddles). Cleaning up afterwards was no mean task and everything had to be rinsed and scrubbed with hot water. The skimming pans and buckets were also cleaned. Nothing was left to chance in a well conducted farm house.

Thursday was given over to smaller jobs: window cleaning, sewing, mending, etc., was the order of the day. Sewing was not taught in school in those days so we perforce had to learn at home. That meant stitching underwear by hand. Trimmings were made by crochet so our spare time, when we had any, was well filled. Friday was the day when the bedrooms were scrubbed and quite a number of preliminaries for Saturday done. Saturday was full of scrubbing and cleaning. I remember that the chairs were taken into the yard and we children had to scrub them. How we hated that job! Mother told us we should be thankful that we didn't have to beeswax than as she had to. We also cleaned our boots. A joint and pudding were prepared for Sunday. Bathing in the winter was done in a big tub, later in a sit (sic) bath. In summer we went to the river, if we could manage it, every day, if not as often as possible. On Sunday no one did more than was necessary, which gave us a rest to meet our work for the week to come. If there was a church service we always went but we did not always have a minister. Some of the local preachers came many miles and did their best. I remember one who was Scottish and we could not understand a word he said and another so English that he was even worse. But they kept the bible open. There was always Sunday School with its devoted teachers who had given up the few hours in the week in which they could rest... .good men and women, sometimes tired to exhaustion but determined not to let the children down. I must pay a tribute to the good mothers (Catherine arid Harriet) who were never too busy to go to the help of each other and whose homes were open day and night to take in neighbours or sick people and who were ever ready if wakened in the night to go to a neighbour who was ill. I am afraid I have told more about women’s work … but that is because.... I took my share of it. I remember how tired the men used to look when they came in from work and how they rallied after a wash. In the evenings table games were sometimes the order, draughts or cards. When we were older and could play musical instruments, two of my brothers could play the violin, we used to sing. If I have mentioned my father and mother more than my uncle it is not because I want to underrate them but because I consider their mode of life was so alike that what applied to one also applied to the other. The two families grew up next door to each other and the mothers and fathers were always there when wanted (by the children of either family). I remember that the two men called each other 'mate’ and that this was their attitude to each other. Through to the ends of their lives there was something more than ordinary underlying everything else and although we had other uncles and aunts they were always called uncle So and So or Aunt So and So. But with our next door relations we never thought to add their Christian names. They were just 'Uncle' and ‘Aunt’.

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by September 1st 2019 Many thanks to all those who contributed to

this Water edition, Joanne

William and Harriet Win and their extended family 1896

Darcy Davies, Jim Lemmes, Phyllis Moffat, Frank Lemmes, Lillian, Llewellyn, Frances,

Gladys Davies.

Alfred Wray, Ann holding Frederick, Ernest, Reg, Frank, Mark Davies, Percy Moffatt.

Florence, Frances Wray, George, Harriet with Hine Moffatt, William, Annie Davies

with Bob, Hilda

Hilda Davies, Fred Lemmes, William, Leslie Davies, Elsie, Constance Davies.

Rita, Mabel Wray, Nettie, Rodger, Lee Davies, Lillian