Blessings to all who have been journeying with me

There have been quite a few of you journeying with me over these last 4 days. 
I want to honor you in this post and all those who came before you.
I have carried you all in my heart on this short but powerful journey and felt you present here in some way.
I include here any names, poems or photos shared with me. May this posting be the final resting place for the past.
May peace be upon all of you and all those who preceded you.

Puja Louise Brown ~ Jewish Family

A Prayer for my Great-Grandmother Geetl who lost all her family & friends in Poland during the Holocaust.
To all of those lost to her & their Descendants...May you all release all trauma & pain from that experience & may your Spirits expand into understanding, forgiveness, wisdom & love & into the fullness of your own wholeness & potential. Peace to all affected then & now.


Sargam Deborah Picker ~ Jewish Family
"I've not been there to the geographical place, but it has visited my home and my body many times through my ancestral DNA. My late grandmother survived Auschwitz, and I suspect I had other relatives who died there. This may well be an overwhelming experience which you will continue to process for long afterwards, so good luck. If you are taking candles, please light one for my family. There is a Hebrew prayer called Kaddish which is said for the souls of the dead, if you feel moved to, I can send you a transliteration. It's a pretty important thing to do as the millions who perished there didn't get the prayer said for them. It's considered mystically and spiritually important for their souls to be able to migrate safely heavenward and be at peace. I'll say it here at home while you are there"

Christian De Sousa ~ Swiss Family
"
Respect and support to you Anu. 
What comes to me is a request to please carry prayers for my Swiss grandparents, who I saw in a dream some time ago, in '45, reading and learning about the horror from the newspapers of the time, and slowly understanding what had been occurring to the north and east of their landlocked island of neutrality in the heart of western Europe. 
I had never realized till then the grief and other layers of emotions which must have visited them all but in different ways connected to and impacted by the war and the holocaust that they had not known, or not wished to know, about".

Michael from Berlin ~ German Ancestors


    
Coldness hath gripped all mankind: Where is the warmth of Thy love, O Fire of the worlds? 
Calamity hath reached its height: Where are the signs of Thy succor, O Salvation of the worlds?
Darkness hath enveloped most of the peoples: Where is the brightness of Thy splendor, O Radiance of the worlds?
The necks of men are stretched out in malice: Where are the swords of Thy vengeance, O Destroyer of the worlds?
Abasement hath reached its lowest depth: Where are the emblems of Thy glory, O Glory of the worlds?  Sorrows have afflicted the Revealer of Thy Name, the All-Merciful: Where is the joy of the Dayspring of Thy Revelation, O Delight of the worlds?  Anguish hath befallen all the peoples of the earth: Where are the ensigns of Thy gladness, O Joy of the worlds?
Thou seest the Dawning Place of Thy signs veiled by evil suggestions: Where are the fingers of Thy might, O Power of the worlds?  Sore thirst hath overcome all men: Where is the river of Thy bounty, O Mercy of the worlds? 
Greed hath made captive all mankind: Where are the embodiments of detachment, O Lord of the worlds?
Poem By Bahaullah



Jenny from UK ~ Whose mother's family were German

I ask that you carry in your prayers for 
Ingrid (mutti's twin who died at 2 years old) 
Rosemarie Minna (My mother) She loved so deeply despite such losses and trauma's.
I miss her so so much since she passed June 14 2014 
Rita (Mutti's eldest sister who died 28 July 2012 
Ursulla (Mutti's middle sister who died 3 May 2012 
Anna Scheller (My Oma (Grandmother) a dear and beautiful soul who loved so deeply 
Max Scheller (My Opa (Grandfather) A stoic and incredible man who maintained the dignity of the Schellers despite the horror and fearful time in which they lived) I loved him so deeply, I feel I have as did my mother many of his qualities and strengths. The family Bentines my great grandparents on my Oma's side. 
Norman Dale (My father who spent 26 years with my mum trying to help her with some of her trauma particularly concerning love, loyalty and betrayal until they split in 1985) Despite hostility and turbulence they loved each other. They remained friends at the end when he passed in 2009 and mum never ceased to love him as her true love. I thank you Anu, and am privileged to be alongside you on this incredible journey. You are very much connected 
Much love always Jenny xxxxx

Ami O'Grady ~ From Ireland
 

"When I was a little girl I was asleep one night and my parents had returned from a break away. They place a gift in myself and my sisters room, in the corner! It had big massive eyes, and fur... I thought it was a monster, I was terrified and I cried and cried in terror that I woke my parents, deep tears somehow I remember them... when they came in they turned on the light.... It was a little donkey, just a small friendly toy ... once the light was on I could see it all fear dropped away, I only realize now how lucky I was to have parents who brought a gift to me and my sister. And hugged me when I was crying, and said it's ok! Somehow, this little story popped into my head - I thought I would share something profound, a hearty poem filled with healing but this story came to me. My prayer to send to you is that .. may our lights be turned on, take away any fear, may we see and be seen for our fellow souls with a beautiful light, may we take courageous moves like you inspire by yours. May the light be left on so that we understand and heal, with real love in our hearts. May a light get turned on when we are scared, a greater light to help us understand as there is always a bigger picture, a larger move, and may we choose healing ... for ourselves and open up that opportunity for others, in whatever way feels right deep in our guts.... many thanks Anu for your courage and your constant kindness and brave honesty. Warmly, Ami"

Anu says ~ "Thank you Ami! This story almost perfectly describes my journey to Auschwitz. Initially there was some fear but slowly the gift of being here begins to show itself!!! May we have the courage to face our fears without end".


Veronique ~ A Jewish Ancestor
"You offered to take things for us....
Please take with you the great suffering that has been in my family with the trauma of the war.
For my great uncle who is now 96 and has had a life of daily physical pain after being left for dead on the battle field for 3 days and poorly amputated afterwards.
For his son who as a result never married the German girl he fell in love with and died heartbroken.
For my young German sister-in-law who carries the guilt and the shame of her people and still cannot even talk about that subject.  For my Jewish ancestor we only mention as a converted Catholic.
Thank you for your healing journey.
So much unnecessary trauma and suffering...
You are in my thoughts and I wish you the very best".

Lisa Sara Jenkin ~ British and Indian Ancestors

Death Fugue - Poem by Paul Celan

Black milk of daybreak we drink it at sundown 
we drink it at noon in the morning we drink it at night 
we drink it and drink it 
we dig a grave in the breezes there one lies unconfined 
A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents 
he writes 
he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden 
hair Margarete 
he writes it and steps out of doors and the stars are 
flashing he whistles his pack out 
he whistles his Jews out in earth has them dig for a 
grave 
he commands us strike up for the dance 

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night 
we drink you in the morning at noon we drink you at 
sundown 
we drink and we drink you 
A man lives in the house he plays with the serpents 
he writes 
he writes when dusk falls to Germany your golden hair 
Margarete 
your ashen hair Sulamith we dig a grave in the breezes 
there one lies unconfined 

He calls out jab deeper into the earth you lot you 
others sing now and play 
he grabs at the iron in his belt he waves it his 
eyes are blue 
jab deper you lot with your spades you others play 
on for the dance 

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night 
we drink you at at noon in the morning we drink you 
at sundown 
we drink and we drink you 
a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete 
your ashen hair Sulamith he plays with the serpents 
He calls out more sweetly play death death is a master 
from Germany 
he calls out more darkly now stroke your strings then 
as smoke you will rise into air 
then a grave you will have in the clouds there one 
lies unconfined 

Black milk of daybreak we drink you at night 
we drink you at noon death is a master from Germany 
we drink you at sundown and in the morning we drink 
and we drink you 
death is a master from Germany his eyes are blue 
he strikes you with leaden bullets his aim is true 
a man lives in the house your golden hair Margarete 
he sets his pack on to us he grants us a grave in 
the air 
He plays with the serpents and daydreams death is 
a master from Germany 

your golden hair Margarete 
your ashen hair Shulamith 

(Translated by Michael Hamburger )
Anu says, "Is that really his name?"

Thank you to you all and all the others who wished me well these days.
May we all leave the past to rest in peace and move into a powerful future filled with the strength of happiness and joy to endure life's challenges.

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