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‘The Running Fox Papers’

A bilingual newsletter

May 2002  ~ English Language Edition - # 5

© 2002 – Hans Brockhuis

 

Contents

·  The ‘Running Fox Papers’ are being read in many a country.

·  Preface

·  Devi ~Hans Brockhuis

·  The world of the  Deva’s ~Ed Vos

·  Spirit of Oneness. ~ Benjamin van Doorn

The ‘Running Fox Papers’ are being read, as far as I know, in the following countries. In the case that your country is not the list, please let me know, and I will add it in the next issue.

Australia, Belgium, Canada, Denmark, England, France, Germany, Ireland, Kenya, The Netherlands, New Zealand, Norway, South Africa, Spain, Switzerland, Uganda, United States.

 

Preface

Not long ago I wrote the story called ‘Devi’. While writing this account, ArjunA lent a hand in a great way. He helped me out with some information, without which this story could not have been written. Thank you ArjunA. Furthermore you will be able to find contributions in these ‘Papers’ by Ed Vos and Benjamin van Doorn, which I herewith recommend heartily.

One very special deva, Elly, arrived unexpectedly on my path via the Internet. For more than a year I have had plans to start my own website, on which spiritual work of others and myself could be published. It had to become a medium, able to share esoteric work with people of like mind. I bought a lecture book, sampled information from others, but one way or the other it did not work out at all. It was clear that the time was not yet ripe.

Until not long ago, I received an E-mail from Elly, who told me that she had plans to extend her own website in a way to make spiritual work of herself and others available via the net. She and her partner Jaco, who knows a lot about the functioning of the internet, were not able to carry on with this plan, because of the lack of badly needed texts. On that very moment a cooperation, an exchange of energies was born, at which the one side delivers information and know-how, and the other side delivers texts. I can assure you that this cooperation is going to be very fruitful. I have seen the first pages that Elly ‘tinkered’, as she likes to call it herself, and right now I promise you that these first try-outs sparkle energetically across the screen.

In short, soon we will present to you all a new website under the title ‘The Running Fox Pages’ which we hope, will be able to present much and good spiritually tinted literature.

I wish you to have contentment with these ‘Running Fox Papers’. Sorry for the delay, as these May papers are being sent to you in June. The next issue will appear somewhere in July.

Love and Light and Peace,

Hans

 

Devi

© 2002 ‘Hans Brockhuis’ (With special thanks to ArjunA)

Om bhur buvat sva

Tat savitur varenyam

Bargo Devasja di mahi

Di jojo na prachodayat

 

While biking through the Dutch polder landscape I was singing aloud – when nobody else was around – this beautiful mantra. I am not sure many times, because I lost count very quickly. I looked around and was, as always, awed by the variety in outlook which the, at first sight so monotonous looking flat country, is able to conjure up like magic.

There were the little woods, the pools, the many kinds of green, and not to forget the population of the countryside. Here were the cows, the hares, and the many birds. In the distance the range of dunes, coming closer by and by, and where at last I ended up between the queues of trees, beach and oak, that provided me with again another kind of scenery. There was this small pool in the middle of the dunes, of which the edges were overgrown with buckthorn and tall grasses. At last I arrived in the big city, which, short of the traffic and the buildings and the busyness, also bubbles with life, and I not only mean human life.

There were the little woods, the pools, the many kinds of green, and not to forget the population of the countryside. Here were the cows, the hares, and the many birds. In the distance the range of dunes, coming closer by and by, and where at last I ended up between the queues of trees, beach and oak, that provided me with again another kind of scenery. There was this small pool in the middle of the dunes, of which the edges were overgrown with buckthorn and tall grasses. At last I arrived in the big city, which, short of the traffic and the buildings and the busyness, also bubbles with life, and I not only mean human life.

I decided to go and buy something to eat and drink at a cafeteria to consume on a nearby bench, with a splendid view at the busy highway. Not a very inspiring location, but it was better than nothing and I was tired and hungry.

Provided with food and drink I walked to the bench I had found out and to my surprise a beautiful young lady sat there, who wasn’t there but moments ago. She was reading a book, but looked up when I got ready to sit down next to her. “Hi”, she said with a twinkle in her eyes. “Sit down, you must be tired after the long journey”.

Astonished I thought how she was to know this, but I said hello and made a comment about the beautiful weather. An unanswerable remark, I knew it, but at the moment I wasn’t able to think of something else. This woman possessed such an indefinable fragile beauty, which for me was almost scary.

I started to eat my French fries with sauce and the woman started to read again and for some time none of us said anything. But all of a sudden she started to speak again.

“My name is Devi”, she said and gave me her hand to shake, while I told her mine.

“Yes, I know your name,” she replied. “I also know that on your journey this way, you have been enjoying everything that grows and blossoms and captivates us.” She was referring to a certain radio show about nature in general and that was broadcasted many years before she even could have been born. I was flabbergasted that she seemed to know about this.

“You‘d never have thought I would know of this, have you?” she said. “I want you to know that I have followed you when you were biking through the landscape, and that I received a lot of pieces of thought you were transmitting. You were reciting ‘Om bhur buvat’, remember?”

“Oh yes, I know”, I answered. “But I am certain that no one was around, while singing. I do not like to stand before the pole.” [A Dutch saying]. Oh-oh, biking, and at the same time standing before the pole. My choice of words earned the Pulitzer Prize again, I thought with a grin.

“Like I said, my name is Devi.” She replied with a fabulous smile. “In daily life I am a Deva, like the one that appears in your mantra. Think about it.” That I did and by heart I quoted the Gayatri Mantra, one of the oldest and most divine ones from India. And indeed: ‘bargo Devasja’, there it was. Never thought of it before. Of course I knew something about Deva’s in general and that Devi would be the feminine form. While I looked at my bench-mate and especially to her transparent radiation and red hear – she definitely possessed an Irish appearance – and I could imagine that she would derive out of the Devic realms, for the time being transformed into something that looked like home sapiens. But then, the beautiful soft kind, you know what I mean!

“Thank you for the compliment”, Devi said with a smile. I coloured red and thought that I was to look after my thoughts when with someone who apparently had no difficulty to know that which was transpiring within ànyone’s head. She let that go though because she said: “You would want to understand a bit more about the devic dominions, would you?”

The world around me had become astonishingly silent. Neither did I hear or see the speeding cars any more. She and I were alone in our bubble of silence and nothing else than the two of us and her story was important.

“Listen”, she began. “You have heard of the Elementals who act as guards and caretakers to the realms of nature, have you? The consciousness of the spirits of nature is not yet able to communicate with human beings. The people in Perelandra/Virginia en Findhorn/Scotland work with these Elementals to keep the area clean. But there are also Deva’s with a higher awareness. This can reach as high as the consciousness of the archangels!

“The Elementals work in a group, while the higher developed Deva’s often function individually. Those of water, fire, earth and air, are called Elementals. There are also Deva’s who appear to look after villages, towns, mountain ranges, plains, lakes, oceans and rivers. We can be very small, but also very gigantic, because everything is related to everything else. You are aware of that!  I am happy to say that during the last few years less Deva’s are needed to keep an eye on all the existing green in the world. More and more humans arise and begin to take over some tasks of us Deva’s. Think about the people with their so-called ‘green fingers.’ And above all you wrote somewhere yourself about the relationship you have with the fir tree in your backyard. His Deva backed out in the meantime, because it knew that you are capable to look after this tree very well!” “Ugh”, was the only thing I could think of, hearing these words.

“The Elementals work in a group, while the higher developed Deva’s often function individually. Those of water, fire, earth and air, are called Elementals. There are also Deva’s who appear to look after villages, towns, mountain ranges, plains, lakes, oceans and rivers. We can be very small, but also very gigantic, because everything is related to everything else. You are aware of that!  I am happy to say that during the last few years less Deva’s are needed to keep an eye on all the existing green in the world. More and more humans arise and begin to take over some tasks of us Deva’s. Think about the people with their so-called ‘green fingers.' And above all you wrote somewhere yourself about the relationship you have with the fir tree in your backyard. His Deva backed out in the meantime, because it knew that you are capable to look after this tree very well!” “Ugh," was the only thing I could think of, hearing these words.

“There is an enormous variety in the devic realms, from the more simple, respectable gardeners of Gods creation, up to the mighty beings who help Mother Earth with her spiritual growth.

“The Deva’s with a higher consciousness are able to communicate with humans, just like we are doing right now. On the other hand the Elementals only are capable to give you a certain kind of feeling, which comes down to a simple yes or no. But it also can be a perception of goose flesh or a remarkable feeling of inexplicable warmth of coldness, enthusiasm or grief. Humans are no longer used to react upon such ways of communication.” Everybody is able to detect us sensory, see, hear, feel or smell. Everything is possible. You may also know intuitively that we are here. This is also valid for the different devic ways of communication. Sometimes we give you images, or we let you feel something or let you know.

“When you were underway along the little lake, you cried out with all of your heart: ‘Oh what a gorgeous lake!’ Unconsciously you tuned into the Being of the Lake; the local Deva.

“There are Deva’s who go beyond the human stage. Language for them is nothing unusual. It is all about knowing and daring how to open to the level of communication of all devic realms. For that matter, the Deva‘s, just like the Angels and Archangels are already waiting a very long time to a rewarding cooperation with humanity, and like I said before, a beginning has been made with that recently.”

Just to say that I was impressed is an understatement. Here I was, just communicating with her, but I knew that this would be an exception. Therefore I asked her: “What is the best way for people to tune in with you?”

“It is so unspeakably easy”, she replied, that you would hardly believe it: ASK AND BE “SILENT; TUNE IN ON THE COSMIC CARRIER WAVE! You can hear it rustle in your ears. It is analogue to the tuning in on your radio. When you move the switch a little bit too far, there will be only noise. Switch off the ratio, the left side of your brain, and feel! In this silence a thought may sneak in that can be, how absurd it may look, your answer.

 “Often we speak in images or symbols. Do not make it too difficult. The first thing that comes to you is usually the right thing. Communicating with the devic realms is like beginning a relationship, a liaison. After some time you may learn to distinguish the very personalities of each Deva. Some are short and abrupt, others are kind, and again others present their ideas in a flash. But speaking in general you can learn to recognize their individual vibration as if it were our energetic signature. In that way you may learn to make a distinction about what thoughts come from yourself, and which are derived from us.

“Look around you, to ‘reality’, as you did on your journey through the polders. Another way in which we try to start a chat is by means of the changes in this ‘reality’. Such as a sudden breeze or a sign alongside the road that gives you a suggestion, or a group of birds flying above your head on a crucial moment. You saw the two hares that ran alongside you for a while in the pasture beside the biking road. Also an unexpected difference in time can sometimes be interpreted as a certain way of communication.

"We have talked enough though.  The sun is setting and it is time for you to go home. Thank you for listening and if you feel like it, write it all down some time and try to share it with others. I wish you well."

I looked down for a moment to the French fries that had turned cold and wanted to thank her for all her wisdom. But she was gone and I became aware again of the traffic that was still roaring in front of me. Yes, it certainly was time to go home and to be able to come to terms with all I had learned that afternoon.

“Thank you very much," I said to the air on the place where she sat, but I didn’t hear anything any more. A small breeze struck against my hair and my spine shivered and I knew that it was Devi who said good-bye to me. When I came home I looked briefly at my watch and I saw that only a quarter of an hour had elapsed since my departure out of the big city. On my way out I had spent two and a half hours…

 

The World of the Deva’s.

© Ed Vos 

During our childhood we have been told a lot of fairytale’s, and the world of gnomes, elves, fairy’s, goblins and fauns are very normal to us. It fits in the world of our experience, until you grow older, and you are told it all is just fantasy. But is this true? Are these only products of the mind of story makers?

We have all heard about people talking to trees, and their plants. It comes out, if you pay attention to vegetables, they grow much better, give you an improved harvest, and the quality is superior as of those vegetables that didn’t get it. Sending energy to trees and plants seems to be very useful, and even whole woods, when ill, can be cured by means of this energetic help. In fact, if we are communicating with trees or plants, we make a connection with the Deva belonging to it.

Kinds of Deva’s

There exist several kinds of Deva’s. To explain this I will restrict myself to a tree. Every tree has got his own specific Deva, who takes care the young tree will grow out to be an adult one, and gives it it’s unique shape and form. The structure of the roots, the trunk and the branches are all given their shape by the Deva belonging to that particular tree. This concise form, as Deva’s are, belongs to that specific tree, and the Deva, or tree ghost in this case, is indissolubly connected. It is like the Deva lives in the tree, and that is exactly how it is. This Deva hasn’t any contact with other trees, not even of the same kind. Deva’s do have a development on a consciousness level. A more developed Deva is less “tree tied”, and can be responsible for a whole wood, and is like a manager, a chief for all those tree Deva’s. There is also a Deva for the city, in which the wood is situated, one for the country, and so on. So Deva’s know a hierarchic structure. Elves play a total different role, they take care of the energy supply of the wood. They have an energy point from which they go up high, and move over the wood in spirals, and come back to the energy point again, to start the whole ritual again.

Can we see Deva’s?

It depends. For Deva’s are living in other dimensions than us, and we normally can’t look further than our own third dimension. But there are people who can see them after all, because they are able to increase their frequency,  and can look beyond the third dimension. It’s also well known that children are standing closer to nature, and have a much better contact with Deva’s as us adults. Very interesting is the fact that Deva’s can be captured on photographs, mostly like light-orbs. On that moment, an interaction takes place between the photographer and the Deva. It is a contact on the level of consciousness. And really, a kind of communication is possible. Right tuning is important, for instance doing a meditation. The contact is most easy on places of power where leylines come together, and the best time of the day to try is during sunset, although interaction with Deva’s also have been possible on other places and times.

What is the use of Deva’s?

This is a very human question. It’s nice there are Deva’s, but what use do they have for us? Of course they mainten our nature, and take care for keeping the woods healthy.

In that case they have a beautiful task. But there are situations in which we can ask for the help of Deva’s. Deva’s also work on humans request. For instance if a forest is ill, the Deva’s would like nothing more than making the forest healthy again, and is in need our energy on a telepathic way. So we don’t have to talk to them, it’s more like carrying over our intention. In fact we are communicating on the edge of two realms, ours, and that of the Deva’s. Communication is only possible if we are well in balance. Our energy bodies have to work on the right frequency to make contact possible.

During the time of Atlantis humans and Deva’s worked together. The humans were the male, the Deva’s the female component. But the humans misused the Deva’s for their own profits, even for making war. In the Ramayana, a Hindu text, this fact is pointed out as well. It even was the reason why Atlantis drowned. The spiritual hierarchy of our planet disconnected the Deva realm from the humans, to take care this could never be repeated again. Since about 25 years the connection has been made again, but it’s impossible now to use the Deva’s for our ego purposes.

The St. Andrea’s Fault

A nice application of the positive work with Deva’s is the neutralisation and canalisation of riskful spots on Earth. Mrs Christian Hummel, for instance, has been working with the St Andrea’s Fault in California. Master Deva’s asked her to make a Deva network along the whole coastline of California, and to make a connection with other Deva networks. In thought there should be visualised a waving line, and that should be given to the Deva’s, with the request to decrease the Fault’s stress, or to transport it to less crowded places. After installing these networks, the earthquakes only appeared in the desert areas! And not only that, a lot of smaller earthquakes happened near the north and south borders of the Deva network. Probably one big earthquake was now spread over a number of less heavy ones.

The “Solse gat” (Netherlands)      (Translation for ‘gat’ is hole)

In the neighbourhood of a village called Putten, close to the hamlet of Drie, you can find the Solse gat”, of which there is a legend that once there existed a monastery where a lot of evil things took place. Once during a thunderstorm the monastery would sink into the earth. The place even nowadays doesn’t feel good at all. The area is real swampy, and that in the middle of a forest! At this spot, I worked with some people to help lift up the energy, working together with the Deva’s, and a nice thing is that it’s really possible. But there are still some entities there that are not easily brought into the Light. But the Deva’s are very helpful on that spot.

Deva’s affect time and weather

It seems almost too fantastic to say, but Deva’s indeed can manipulate time and weather. I know of a Dutch woman who’s very afraid of driving her car during bad weather, such as heavy rainfall, and so on. She really can change the weather. Once I went into a crop circle in England with her, and the dark clouds didn’t predict anything good. The woman asked for help, to keep it dry. We stayed in the formation for about 2 hours. As we went away, and reached our car a very heavy rain poured down. The same occurred during the eclipse of August 11 1999 when we visited a Dutch power place. There were a lot of clouds, so we thought we couldn’t see the eclipse. But this woman asked the Deva’s for help, and for a short time the clouds opened, exactly on the right time.

The American woman, Christan Hummel, tells on her website about a friend of hers who drove into a heavy fog. She asked the Deva’s for help, and the fog went up high until some inches above the car’s roof, so she could see the road clearly and reached her home safe and sound.

Another story concerning time tells about the mother of Christan, a typist at the courthouse, who had a job to do of 132 pages to be typed within 6 hours. Her maximum was 6 pages an hour. A seemly impossible task.

In panic she called her spiritual teacher, who told her not to worry. He would send Deva’s to help her. She had sight on the clock, but didn’t pay attention. The time seemed to stand still, but her stack of papers grew and grew. When she was ready she had 40 minutes left.

Instructions of the Deva’s

Earlier I told you about the Dutch woman that can change the weather. Because of her co-operation with the Deva’s she also has influence on woods and vegetation. Living in the Dutch wooded area called ‘De Veluwe’ she regularly walks her dog in the woods, and healed a particular area. After some time it became apparent that the trees and vegetables became healthier than the vegetation on the other side of the path.  She hadn't asked the Deva’s help for this.

I also told you about Christan. One day she got a request to send energy to the centre of Los Angeles, and got three locations from which the energy should be sent by three people, and it should be pointed to a special roadcrossing. She was wondering how she could gather three people in such a short time; she didn’t even know the situation of the locations. By ‘coincidence’ she came in contact with people that could help her, and she got the information she needed. She did her job, but had doubt about the result. A Deva ‘told’ her she would get proof the next day, and so it happened. A reporter was making a program exactly on the crossing Christan pointed the energy to. He was surprised about the nice and clear weather, because rains had been predicted. The day before they measured wind speeds of 70 Km/h. Later on this reporter went into a helicopter, and told the audience that it was possible to look af far as Palos Verdes unto point Maku. These were two of the locations the energy was send from.

The forgotten realm of the Deva’s still has a lot of surprises for us

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Spirit of Oneness

by Benjamin van Doorn

I was allowed to go. I was called to my home, my church, my holy place, to the circle in the woods on the ‘Devil’s Mountain’ in a place called Berg en Dal (Mountain and Valley), in the Realm of Nijmegen area. THE TREE was calling.

My red race monster, my supple Koga Myata bike, more suitable is not possible, brought me there fine and fast. The NOW-time was gone. My eye struck on something white, moving, in the distance, in the woods, in the direction of the circle, halfway (?)

My thoughts asked consciously or unconsciously for emptiness, for silence. All I got was clamour. That was what I was permitted, what I needed at the moment. They appeared not to be white beings, but misleadingly enough, or making me observant enough, they clearly were three Rotterdam boys, jet-black and a misleadingly dear smiling girl. They carried all they possessed. First test, I thought, busyness, sharp colours, again (!) Rotterdam, bikes and junk, garbage, trash, cellphones, distrust…suspicion!

I let go, laughed and spoke to their apparent leader, laughed again to the girl and walked to the circle with an even pace. Out of sight I again fell back into a flowing streaming honourable pace, the circle pace, on my way to the ‘all-time’. Voyage is the objective.

Before I ‘merely’ entered, THE TREE called my name. Enter, enter, enter, HE called. It was his answer to the still unquestioned query. For the first time I saw – and I already have been there three years now - the tree of purification, the Birch, next to the entrance. I gave her a roundabout hug. Delightful and Full of delight. 

I stepped into the circle, after posing my question and next to hearing again 1x3 + 1x3 times ‘Enter’. Entered into the now, having come home in the Now, I totally ignored the tree and walked to the utter North side of the circle. Again I was allowed to see the movement. Even without my glasses. A movement of the smallest in these parts living winged creatures, the wren with its jaunty skipping little tail. He hopped in and out of my view. I thanked this King (The Dutch name for wren is: ‘Little winter king’), for his presence!

Back to THE TREE, a moment of Now, Contemplation, round and round the Elven tree, then sitting down, and feel. A branch, full of life, snapped off, dead? Back to the roots and bringing the water. Looked after and yes, the Moqui’s are still one with the moss and in between and with the roots of the tree.

Funny, no rest, nor pain in head and neck. Bow, making yourself small, round, call out, Being still…sit down…on the roots, between the roots, Being home.

Submerged in One-ness, Me-ness, Three-ness. At last I saw, the Now. The vortex. His, at time and no-time. Play and stream, pull and push and the whimsicality, the chaos of the All that was going to happen. I was waiting for some-thing and there it was. Noise, black noise, clarity. Three bicycles and one stinging silent one, came across the mud, disrespectful and full of blare and blast. It came into the circle, thundering, laughing, resounding, commotion…

I woke up out of my roundness and stood up proudly, disregarding their glances, stood there conceitedly before the tree, only to Be there. I was its Deva, its guard and its aid. They went diagonally through the circle, leaving a trail of devastation with their headscarves, gangsta locks and look; with their hatred and pure aversion. The girl, of course, left diagonally an offering. Smothering plastic. I took it out of the circle and let the crumbs that were left behind in it blow away with the wind into the water.

They disappeared over the hilltop full of noise, yelling challenging, in unbelief why they had to go so rapidly.

I was allowed to return and sat down again, back in the vortex that was spinning speedily now. A web of Now’s, Numerous Now’s. Always fighting.

After that came the re-cognition and re-membrance and I asked once and for all to close the ring for the suckers for all that belongs and may exist on the other side of the circle. The antipode of light, of love, of emptiness, whatever you want, the antipode of Atman, of Metatron, Kuthumi and of all Angels, Elves & Deva's.

I was listened to, the air rearranged itself, the vortex closed and streamed no more capriciously or interruptedly. I uttered words of Een-heid, One-ness. I was the ears of all those that were present and of the All. Whispering words, and here they were.

Three bearers of creation they were. Bearers of a reality that had became fruitful. Bearers of the dream that is called Child, in whatever form or colour. Three mothers stepped into the circle, full of light and love. They were allowed to Be, in all Now’s. More welcome than ever, without asking. Even now. And the light started to shine because my task had been fulfilled within a fraction of a second, or so it seemed. They nodded and smiled, full with motherly wisdoms and I went away, thanked the tree, did a roundabout and said goodbye, to the tree, to the circle, to the past and to the future. From now on, only that, All-Now, would ever exist!

Smiling I followed the path I was allowed to follow, the path that had been whispered to me. I wasn’t allowed to review or reset any step that I made. When I arrived at the place that was meant to be, my, our brother, Ra-Sol began to shine upon Us, thankful for the challenge, that I, with flowing banners, had been successful, in triplicate.

We returned to the dream, that is reality and back into the Now.

  Whispering Words. ***Is.is***

  Having come back home, yet hangers cleaning around crystals, is was good and so it is! :-)

 

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