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  • [Anastasia] Mikhail Petrovich Shchetinin – Kin’s School – Lycee School at Tekos

    I’ve always dreams of a forest kindergarden / school. Just days ago, we smiled again with Carmen and Oana about our common dream about this…

     

    Since Bhudeva is home and since I was gifted with Pearl, I knew our kids will come into that kind of environment… and they will be home in THAT environment: in direct contact with Mother Nature, the greatest teachers of all.

     

    Now, in Anastasia’s book “The Space of Love” I discovered something beyond the “forest school”!

    Mikhail Petrovich Shchetinin developed a model school in alignment with Anastasia’s Dream of Forest Schools of the Future, where ordinary pupils acquire official bachelor’s and master’s degrees from accredited universities by the time they are seventeen.  The pupils cover the whole 11-year curriculum of the compulsory school system in just two years, having designed, built and decorated their campus all by themselves. A ten-year-old girl, for example, can build a house, draw beautifully, cook meals, dance ballroom dance steps and master the fundamentals of Russian martial arts.

    Some words about this on loveforlife.com.au.

     

    Shchentinin himself says:

    …Years are behind us now. I have held on to the conviction that Man can do everything! It is precisely through making sense of this saying that our multifunctional school, the whole school complex, the whole school-Man, has been developed. Our purpose is not ‘knowledge-know-how-habits’. It is not endless drilling and rote-learning, or the spoon-feeding of information. Rather, it is the raising of Man to live harmoniously, to act in harmony with society – a Man who, when he sees and analyses the phenomena of life which surround him, can feel their interconnection, can perceive the world as a whole. And no matter what he becomes – an engineer, physicist, chemist, builder, teacher etc. – he will understand that he is going out into a whole, complete, unified world!

    We are in the process of shaping Man’s ability to get along in this whole, unified world from a very young age. Right from childhood Man must be raised beginning with his roots, with his very essence. And the essence of Man is his humanity. And this consists in re-uniting, one way or another, his life-forces in the struggle against the forces of chaos and disintegration. But the development of Man’s essence is not only the goal – it is at the same time the means to achieving this goal.

    After all, why is the idea of the harmony of the individual so attractive and so productive? Because it alone is capable of appreciating the harmony of the world as the most valuable treasure, capable of preserving this integrity, this very harmony that has been in the making over millions of years of evolution…

    full article by Shchentinin on thisisenergy.com

     

    A video with the kids in Tekos school:

    Forest school in Tekos – a model of the bright future from Yuri Smirnov on Vimeo.

     

    Pictures from the school here, by Yuri Smirnov.

     

    Tekos village, where the school is here on the map… who knows?!…it’s quite near, on the other side of the Black Sea!! 🙂 😉

     

    My heart and mind are blown away by what I discover from Anastasia’s books!

    <3

    Sunni, there are no words to thank you for bringing Anastasia into my life <3… and I had just a small taste. it feels, SOOOO… familiar, natural, full of love, as a birth right… all that’s in there!

  • Anastasia on Man, the ruler of all the Universe – raising children – [book] “The Space of Love”

    “…What do parents need to do to make it so? So that children will grow up, as you say, with a soul that is free? To be rulers of the Universe and happy? As God Himself has wished?”

    “They must no interfere, they need to see their children clearly in their own thinking the way God Himself has wished. It is the aspiration of all the forces of Light in the Universe that each newborn child be endowed with the very best of creation. It is the parents’ duty not to hide the creative Light under the erudition of invented dogmas. For ages upon the Earth debates have arisen as to which system might be wisest. But think about yourself, Vladimir. Debates arise where Truth is hid from sight. Fruitless debates can go on forevermore as to what might be found behind the closed door. But one has only to open the door and it will be clear to all, and there will be nothing to debate, since everyone will be able to see the Truth to himself.”

    “But in the final analysis, who will open the door?”

    “It is already open. All that remains is for the eyes of the soul to be opened to see and gain awareness.”

    “Gain awareness of what?”

    “You were asking me about systems. You were mentioning the schedules and everyday regimes and someone sets them forth for people in books. But think about it: who can tell more clearly about creation than the Creator Himself?”

    “But the Creator doesn’t tell anything. Up to now He has said hardly a word. Nobody hears His words.”

    “Word thought up by Man have many meanings. The Creator patiently and lovingly speaks with each one of us through splendid, imperishable acts. The rising of the Sun and the silvery sheen of the Moon, the soft mist and tender dew, playing with the Sun’s ray and drinking in the heavenly blue. The Universe is filled with so many clear examples like that. Just look around you. They touch you and everyone else too.”

    Again, if everything Anastasia said about child-rearing were to be laid out, the result would probably be the complete opposite of how we handle this matter today.

    I have already said that Anastasia, along with all here forebears through the ages, treats a newborn as a deity or an immaculate angel. They consider it totally unacceptable to interface with the child’s thought process.

    Anastasia’s grandfather and great-grandfather were able to observe for long periods of time how their little granddaughter would be fascinated by a bug or a flower, or the contemplation of something. They tried their best to not distract her with their presence. They would converse with her only when she herself paid attention to them and a desire to communicate.Anastasia maintained that at every moment I was observing little Vladimir contemplating something in the grass, he was becoming aware not only of the bugs but of all creation.

    According to her, a bug is a more perfect mechanism than any manufactured products, let alone a primitive construction set.

    A child provided with the opportunity to communicate with these perfect beings with himself become more perfect than thought communication with primitive lifeless objects.

    Besides, as she maintains, every blade of grass, every bug, is interrelated with the whole of creation and subsequently aids the child in becoming aware of the essence of the Universe and of himself as part of it, to become aware of his innate purpose. Artificially created objects does not have such connection and do not arrange priorities and value in the child’s brain in the right way.

     

  • soup of love

    soup of love

    Ronen told me in the conversation we had last evening:

    Sometimes I see you like swimming in a soup of love, being angry because you can’t find love.

  • my birthday wish-list :)

    my birthday wish-list 🙂

    there are a lot of things being born these days… myself included, every day :)…

    I’ve never asked* for something for my birthday… in the last years I don’t celebrate this day (or any other special day, for the same reason). my life’s purpose is to celebrate each day as it is my birthday, as it is the first or the last day of my life. to live fully… and I arrived in (chose) a place where this is possible, living my days next to people who are interesting in being authentic, in the present moment, preoccupied with the meaning of life, who are holding the space with care and love, for themselves in the first place, implicitly for others.

     

    SO… I wish some things for my birthday 🙂 YES, you hear me well! :)) surprised I let myself into this ;).

    The overwritten items below are already offered :)… you can choose the ones which are still available or contact me…

    1. The 9 books in the Anastasia – The Rinsing Cedars series. The first edition series, English version, more specifically this one. There books appeared in my life more then one month ago… and are… invaluable!
    2. A wooden watch. Some examples that I like are this, this or this.
    3. This water filter. We have heavy polluted water where we live and as we live outside the village, the municipality is not allocating budget to bring the water from the grid to our place.
    4. The second edition of Sacred Birthing – Birthing a New Humanity book.

    🙂

    If you wanna be part of gifting me any of these, please contact me for details (to not get to the point where more friends are offering me the same item or to find a collaborative place where many of you can contribute for one gift).

     

    Yes, I will kindly receive your gift, if I feel it’s coming from an open heart and with softness for everyone.

    Curious where this is going…

    Thank you for you love,

    <3

     

    [Update 29.04.2017] as more loved ones want to offer me gifts…  the list is expanding… I allow it, as it comes to my heart :)…

    *I realized I lied about that. I asked, at least for an iron… from Sweety, some years ago :)… it was offered :).

    thank you for your LOVE 🙂

    <3

  • singing… with the elements – [book] “The Space of Love”

    Aniuta dear, just try singing without words, try to imitate the birds when you heard them sing, or the water when it burbles, or the rustling of the leaves and the wind when it is strong and whistles through the branches. And there are a lot of sounds in the grass. You will hear many pure sounds around you if you are willing to listen. Try imitate them with your voice. They will be your best teachers…

     

    excerpt from “The Space of Love” by Vladimir Megre (the third book from Anastasia – The Ringing Cedars series)

  • less then a woMan – from [book] The Space of Love

    Do not blame yourself, do not torture your soul. It was not a parter in what you did. You acted out of instinct. You were trained to protect whatever you were ordered to, without thinking about the situation. And your instinct took its course. It is not good for instinct to gain supremacy in Man. When instinct takes first place, then Man takes second place. The result is something less than a Man. Think about it – perhaps it would be better to return to yourself – to the Man that you are.

     

    excerpt from “The Space of Love” by Vladimir Megre (third book from Anastasia – The Ringing Cedars series).

  • scrambled: feeling, being… writing

    scrambled: feeling, being… writing

    it was some two weeks ago when I noticed there are almost 100 published posts in my ( 🙂 this) blog.

    now there are 104 published and 28 in drafts.

     

    when I start this blog I was thinking “I have nothing to put here”…

    I remember Ronen encouraging me to have a personal blog. first I rejected the idea, considering I have nothing to write “for the world”. then, when I realized I will do it for me, I came at peace, embracing the idea.

     

    anyway, in many if my posts there are more things that I encounter, I quote, I feel / see / hear.

    yes, these are all about me also, about things rippling inside…

     

    but there is much more inside me… things what I would like to place them outside my mind (is this blog a creation of the mind? what is mind? is it outside? am I separated? where do I end?…) many times.

     

    words don’t come easy for me. not in writing, not in speaking out.

    maybe because clarity is not in place?… sometimes I know that is the case, sometimes words are not enough.

     

    I many times look at my inner world, noticing feelings, emotions, sensations, experiences, perspectives. I many times look at them with the eye of the observer, of the impartial surgeon, of the writer… I many other times I am those…

    many times imagining myself writing about it, in terms of placing them also outside of my mind, maybe to have a different perspective.

     

    I sometimes notice myself I would like the world to see me, to feel me, to notice me… out of the need to be seen, acknowledged, loved.

    I know the world is busy with their own… inner worlds.

     

    so rarely I can collect my own feelings, thoughts, expressions… emotions… into words.

     

    I wanna write about hurting, depression, circles, tribes….

    about love and lack of it, mom, birthing, Pearl, Daniel, Ronen, Andreea & Mihaela, Sweety, Luci, Annelieke, Sunni, Andreea…

    about being seen, not (good) enough, emptiness, about tears, warm healing tears…

    about practice which is calling me and I look at it not following, knowing my mind is so dispersed…

    about knowing that no one can do the inner work for me… and yet calling for a hand from outside…

    about loneliness, impermanent states which seems eternal, unclarity and how this covers the sky of my being and ripples into other skies…

    about being frozen…

    about the softness or lack of it, for all these…

     

    please… please, see me, embrace me sometimes… even if I don’t write, speak… my mind calls…

    my heart and soul is yearning for belonging to the tribe, to the village.

  • empty nest

    empty nest

    today I found it… on the porch… devoid of life

     

    yesterday when we were outside I say she was not there… she was not nesting… they were both missing.

    where was she? where were they? where is the chicken?

     

    I felt for them also when she lost one egg, at the beginning of the nesting, some 6 weeks ago (?)… we found the broken egg on the porch.

    I bet they didn’t cry for that… they moved on, driven by the force of life and death…

    it’s just me who’s emptiness was touched by that…

     

    today also… I am in a physically tired period (strong nausea, accumulated tiredness, out of feeding and sleeping rhythms, mind dispersed). after trying to rest some more, I come to eat… Ronen prepared late breakfast for us…

    As I was chewing, swallowing… I felt SO TIRED, depleted of life…

    I couldn’t help my head up… holding on the fork wash a tremendous effort… chewing, the same.

    there was a moment in this state when the emptiness, missing of Pearl‘s embrace come to me (the fourth time when I feel this… missing)… overwhelming… so abrupt, unexpected. tears come out, warm tears, allowing them… I was being with the emptiness, the missing, the depletion… with softness.

     

    their nest is empty too… out of life (maybe the chick is already attending its life) or out of death…?

  • creating a Space of Love

    Every Man* must create around himself his own Space of Love and offer it to his child. Bearing children without preparing a Space of Love for them is criminal. Every Man must create around himself a small Space of Love. And if everyone understood this and acted upon. then the whole Earth would become the brightest focus of Love in the Universe. This is the way He wanted it, and this is Man’s purpose. For only Man is capable of creating such Space.

     

    *Man – throughout the Ringing Cedars, the word Man with a capital M is used as the equivalent of the Russian word chelovek, including both male and female, as for example, the word man is used in Genesis I:27.

     

    excerpt from “The Space of Love” by Vladimir Megre

    (Anastasia books – The Ringing Cedars of Russia series, 3rd book)

  • by Freckled Sky

    by Freckled Sky

    this also filled my heart today…

    nice what a programmer with a dream and two beautiful dancers can co-create!…

    “something big without limitation… like a big digital poetry” (says Val).

     

    another one here:

     

    after exploring some more about them and seeing all they’ve been creating since their first .. I have a not-so-full after taste… it mainly went into business

    I’ll stay with the first impression 🙂

     

    and watching these I remembered I haven’t danced for a while… and I miss it…

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