domingo, 28 de junio de 2015

MUCHO VIOLENCIA!!! MUCH VIOLENCE!!!

BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD!


This proverb is an expression of humility; in using it, a speaker acknowledges that outside factors (such as God's grace, or his upbringing) have played a role in his success in life.
The adverbial phrase is often set off with commas: "There, but for the grace of God, go I."
Origin
Allegedly from a mid-sixteenth-century statement by John Bradford, "There but for the grace of God, goes John Bradford", in reference to a group of prisoners being led to execution.
Said when something bad that has happened to someone else could have happened to you. 
Used to acknowledge one’s good fortune in avoiding another’s mistake or misfortune.

FACING A VIOLENT SITUATION, it is useful to search for professional guidance or groups and other solutions which can help give positive support.  It doesn´t help at all to make a response of more violence or provoke more aggression.

But, how can we know who to trust?  It can help to search through references or consultations with wise referrals, and by seeing the signs before us along the way.  Taking the easy way out can often cause more problems instead of making solutions.  For example, a young woman with a small child calls the police while having a fight with her husband who has come home late and drunk.  He is unreasonable and aggressive.  She calls the police.  The police in this case are even more aggressive and abusive.  They beat the husband, put him in jail, and nearly break his legs.  Society is more violent than the individual case.  A complete revision should be made.  Maybe she should have taken steps to figure out a way to communicate with her husband before he got drunk, or to join a group, or find a relative or professional to help her deal with the problem before it got too out of hand.

Getting a divorce too early, or separating when other measures are possible, is not advisable either.  The sanest solution is to search out resolutions before a monster is created.  But, the problem is we tend to let things go until they are unmanageable.  It is soooo important to see the warning signs and correct them in time.

When I was an adolescent I was in a group of young rambunctious peers.  We were all basically good people, but we did not have the contention of adults, and we were teenagers in a changing time, the late ´60´s and early ´70´s.  We escaped from our homes because one of us got a bad note at school.  We were in an older boy´s car late at night and a police officer stopped us.  He took us to a detention home.  Because we had been taken there, it was stipulated that a Judge must decide about us.  The Judge decided to separate the group.  Two of the girls were sent to an Adoption Home in another town so that they could ¨learn¨ from it and supposedly change their ways.  One or two of the girls were left at the same school.  I was sent to another school at a distance.  Instead of working with the group and helping us learn to deal with our environment, and finding out what the problems were, they violently separated us.  We cared about each other.  There were many good aspects to our existence together.  In my case, it hurt me greatly to be left alone in a school where I didn´t know anyone, at that delicate age, and with a personality which was already reserved and quiet.  Looking back, I see how much it all damaged my life.  And we were basically ¨good¨ girls.  Imagine how they handle real problem people!

I remember back to when we lived in Aberdeen, South Dakota.  The Church had just made a recreation center, and it would be for the young people especially.  I was 11 years old and so happy to dance the Beatle´s music and do gym exercises with my friends.  It was cut short when we moved to Albuquerque, a Hub town, and crossroads.  None of that existed in Albuquerque, and I was thrown into the void.  No one was available to help me through the difficult time of growing up!

I, personally, have found that prayer and contemplation have been excellent tools, but I was in a cloud and not aware of what was really happening.  Awareness and being conscious is so important.

It is so necessary to recognize weaknesses and one´s own faults.  I am not talking about, say, the guilt of wearing a short dress, or smoking.  Faults like not being prepared emotionally and qualified to deal with situations, etc. Faults like not taking charge of responsibilities for oneself, or prognosticating, not knowing how to reach out for solutions.

The virtues of the other person should also be recognized, and ability to build on them is paramount.  A sincere inquiry of the situation and getting to the roots will help in resolving many problems that had seemed impossible.

GETTING TO THE ROOTS!
Even the Bible tells us to get to the roots of problems in order to solution them.  Only then can the ills be shed off completely.  Such a profound examination can take many, many years, but it is often the only way to get growing to true success, instead of taking the easy way out.

THE BIG PAYOFF!
We need something more.  It can´t be that the most of us are abused, used and poor.  They who are richest through unscrupulous actions often make a society of violence in which they can take advantage of the weaker.  Listening to propaganda, our aching hearts thirst for truth.  The masses turn to materialism, the media, drugs, alcohol, or escape, while what is really needed according to Anabella Ascar is ¨Spirit¨. This contradiction of values causes violence in all of society.

We look about, hoping in those who still have youth.  What does it mean to have many things if you are not healthy?  Youth and health are so priceless!

Many thirst and hunger for something they need to take them to a way that is more important.  So frustrated in not finding it in our institutions, schools, and yes, even churches, they turn to elements that cloud their vision.  The violence takes over.  They attempt to dominate, as they are even more dominated by the oppressive situation of unjust work situations, oppressive advertisements, and structures pressing on them. 

A negative situation flows from one to another, and the weakest, unprepared to deal with situations and change them, become more and more trampled upon.  However, ¨
It takes two to tango¨!  This is an idiomatic expression which means (in this case) that it takes more than one to keep a situation going. It suggests something in which more than one person or other entity are paired in an inextricably-related and active manner, occasionally with negative connotations.  It takes more than one to argue and be aggressive.  At the same time, it takes more than one to dance the Tango elegantly and well, which is the advisable situation.
The tango is a dance which requires two partners moving in relation to each other, sometimes in tandem, sometimes in opposition.[2] The meaning of this expression has been extended to include any situation in which the two partners are by definition understood to be essential -- as in, a marriage with only one partner ceases to be a marriage. 
To turn around an aggressive situation, (especially when left unattended for much time), it can take years, much effort, an important support system, and care.  These elements are rare to find, but it can be done.  The same way each thought or action forms, so do powerful storms! This all can be built over time, and it also demands the efforts of the person who is underprivileged socially speaking.   It may take a quite a bit of social engineering to obtain building this ideal structure!  What are the underlining complications in the situation?  Obviously, in a very extreme case of violence, often the only solution is to separate the victim from the situation.

Many times a person makes a relationship with another who seems much more violent.  This can happen perhaps because society is even more violent, and in some ways, they are searching for a protection from that greater violence.  For example, a young woman who searches out a partner because her father was a drunk and beat her.  As the situation progresses, getting more and more violent, based in materialism, the protector becomes the aggressor.  It takes much patience and firmness to deal with such a situation, but it is possible, searching out support, and listening to the signs and answers that are there.  A proficient Tango dancer learns with practice and skill!

If you read this carefully, you may be able to use it to get to an old age, like me, 39 years married, and with a bright, positive situation, (not perfect, but very good, and as I say, ¨The perfect gives way to goodness¨!), and be able to say, ¨But for the Grace of God, there goes I¨!!!





sábado, 27 de junio de 2015

Poema: Para Mujeres!

DIA DE LA MUJER

(Escrito el 8 de Marzo, 2013)

No hay nada más sublime
Que llamar a un Ángel o pájaro y que te viene;
Comunicar de alma y tener una respuesta de Gran Amor.

No hay nada más increíble
Que llamar a otra alma, y que te responda.
Comunicar tu espíritu,
Y gozar de la respuesta.

Vivir al tono del cordón umbilical, así de unido.
¨Todo¨ es la pareja.
Es lo que hace la sociedad.
Solo de Amor nace la Victoria y la Felicidad!

El Amor es Transmutación,
Agua y Fuego,
Luna Llena,
Unión Mística,
Conocimientos profundos,
Vivir plenamente lo esencial.

El Amor radica en otros seres.
Sin una respuesta,
NADA!
No hay luz!

           Por: Karla

viernes, 26 de junio de 2015

Poem for Elections!

WORDS OF WISDOM FROM A WONDERFUL DREAM

(June 26, 2015)
Go back; get down to the roots of things.
Get deep into the tiniest vein.
Find love in spite of your own self.
Invoke Spirit whenever you can.

Take time for the weak and the restless.
Have heart when your hour has come.
Think much when making your plans.
The future depends on the sacred grounds that you touch!

Find meaning in all the expressions put out to stay.
Words build real structures, so they say!
Feel support from the Ancient Theories.
And find prosperity in your own prophetic day!

Deep within we know the best way!
Deep within, we can find the best way!
                  By: Karla


Las night I dreamed something where many things happened and I only remember there being a huge party with all relatives, friends, and people alive or that have died, and also important people.  I saw my father alive, while still dead, some special spiritual forms took some of us in halters flying over a fiery, hot, dangerous area where they showed us demons, and much activity.  Yet, we were safe.

Then, I was cleaning the house and it was difficult because there were a lot of hard places to clean and I went from one greasy, dirty area to another.  It was a house, but at the same time a huge place, not a house.  People began to appear for the party and I left the cleaning to receive them.  We danced.  I danced the Vals, elegantly, but alone.  There were special musicians.  I floated through the air dancing gently.  There was a lot of food for everyone.  I was sitting at a table in another room talking with distant relatives from the US.  This was more important than the food, but finally they brought us delicious food too.  I think the relatives were my sisters-in-law.  They told me my father had written a book and all the copies were sold out.  So he wrote about 7 books and they all sold.

This morning, after dreaming this, I took my dog, Ruby, out for our daily early morning walk, and for some reason, thinking in Barack Obama, the first two lines of this poem came to me.  I returned home and wrote it all down immediately, (after giving Ruby her food, of course!)  We (and Pascual´s friend, Dario, joke about the good food and first attention Ruby gets.


Reflecting upon this, I realize this dream was provoked by something I heard on the news in these days.  Obama was in a conference and a hackler made bad comments to him.  He said, ¨This is my house and you should respect it¨ (or something similar).  By ¨my¨ house he obviously meant ¨our¨ house.  I was impressed with his patience and skill in handling the situation, and obviously, it had an impact on my mind in the unconcious!  Also, elections are up and it also obviously has to do with that.

Some years ago, in 1989, more or less, I wrote a song, one of my first songs, that I called ¨My House¨.  I don´t have a copy of it, but it went something like this, ¨Let´s start with a house, a small one not too big, decorate, and put love within.  With wood floors, and big glass doors, flowers, children and animals.  

My house, my house, gets bigger and bigger.  My house, my house is so much prettier.  In my house, my house, we live together, and in my house, my house, We cure all pains¨!

I used to sing it and Pascual mimicked me singing, ¨my house, my house¨ while working.  My daughter used to sing along with him and they laughed about it!  She was very small at that time.  Then Pascual would ask me, ¨how does the song go¨? And he would continue singing, in his particular way of poking fun at people!


viernes, 19 de junio de 2015

Poem for Father´s Day with SOLUTIONS!

FATHER´S DAY


(2015)

In the darkest of the night,
Without much hope, cold and lacking light,
An opening like a door
Split through my sleepless wanderings letting me see more.
Positive thoughts peeked through.
Dreams and demons stepped aside.
All the Love surged forth.
Hearts beating as one, promised re-birth!

True consecration is a state, what is held within,
Contrite and pure, so little sin,
Beating as one, as one, together, quite a fact,
And being spiritually and mentally intact!
       By: Karla
This is my message for Father´s Day to all of the Fathers and especially to 
Pope Francis, Father of the Catholic Church:

I come here now with the hopes and Faith of my soul, having prayed and contemplated all my life.
What is the answer to all the anguish, discord, lack of love, of the signs of our times???

LEGION OF MARY!!!

Let us start out humming!
And proceed in Song!


Have a happy Father´s Day, 2015!

jueves, 11 de junio de 2015

Poem: HAPPY FATHER´S DAY THIS YEAR!

CLOVER BED



The past could well be for good or bad,
The trying times, or when you´re sad.
When you have what you need you don´t think of it at all.
Yet when you´re down in the dumps or take a fall,
You adamantly notice what is best,
And getting your needs met makes you inmensely blest.

It may be the one thing in the end that will get you through!
Look up to see, in spite of it all, somebody loves you!

And discover to your surprise,
You love the one who once dearly played and teased, maybe told lies.

A companionship slowly growing like a bed of clover…
Those against it, never realize how, together, you have taken over!

                  
                     By: Karla

It´s a dog´s life!

domingo, 24 de mayo de 2015

FELIZ PENTECOSTES! Mi Cancion ¨El Canto de los angeles¨ ya esta en You Tube! Look for it with my name: Karla Wagener!!!

TESTIMONIO DE UN ALMA CONTRITO Y FRAGIL

El año antes de que Jorge Mario Bergoglio fuese elegido como Papa, ¨mi partner in crime¨ (como solemos decir en ingles graciosamente refiriendo a una socia en hacer proyectos importantes y no convencionales), Graciela, y yo asistimos a la misa anual patronal de Santa Rita en la calle Camarrones, cerca de casa.  Para nuestra sorpresa, Jorge Bergoglio, estaba en la misa.  Después de la misa me acerque.  Alguien estaba sacando fotos y pedí que sacara una foto de mí con Bergoglio, como intuí que era un momento lindo.  Les dije, ¨yo quiero una foto también¨!  Como tenía una poesía-canción conmigo que se llama ¨El Canto de los Ángeles¨, y me parecía correcto, se la di a Bergoglio y le salude´ con un beso.

La próxima vez que le vi a Bergoglio fue en el templo de Lourdes en la calle Rivadavia, su barrio de Flores, el día 11 de febrero, en la fiesta patronal!  Estaba con Graciela y Myriam, y ellas como siempre, muy animadas, cantaban!

¨El Canto de los Ángeles¨, dice, ¨cuando llegue el momento, etc. Cantare una jubilosa canción¨, y yo siento que se cumplió algo cuando cante´ ¨que tu pueblo crezca en la unidad¨, con fuerza en esta ceremonia.  Al final de la ceremonia, una mujer grito, ¨Que seas el próximo Papa¨, y toda la gente aplaudió mucho!  Luego, en los proximos meses, cuando escuche´ en la tele que le nombraron Papa, pensé que era una diversión.  En seguida, recibí una llamada de felicidad por el hecho de Graciela.  Y dentro de muy poco, otra amiga que sabía más o menos de mis experiencias con Bergoglio me llamo feliz y sorprendida!

La primera vez que conocí a Él era en el año 1997 después de una misa en Santísima Cruz.  Había ido a la misa con mi hija que era chica en ese momento.  Yo había tenido un sueño con el sombrero de Obispo antes de conocerlo en que una luz brillaba del confesionario, y una cortina se abría para ver la luz.  Para mí, el sueño tenía que ver con esa misa, en que estaban velas, luz, y el sombrero.  En el sueño, no sabía bien si era sombrero de Obispo, Arzobispo, o Papa.  El chiste, con los años, es que eran las tres cosas!!!    Cuando salimos, le dije a Bergoglio, ¨Soñé con Usted¨, y él me dijo, ¨Reza por mi¨.  Luego supe que él dice eso a toda la gente, pero yo lo tome´ muy en serio, y empecé a rezar por él.  En 1995 me había salido a la mente una canción que puse de título ¨Dios Soñó¨, por una experiencia eufórica que tuve justo en el día del cumple de mi hija, y tambien el dia de la Madre que coincidian en ese año.  En esos años, después de ver a Bergoglio en esa misa con mi hija, me vinieron muchísimas cancioncitas que para mí tienen que ver con haberlo visto, y la oración, y las agrupe´ en una colección que llamo, ¨Frutos de la Oración¨.  ¨Dios Soño¨ fue una de las primeras canciones que me saliera.


Un tiempo después de ver a Bergoglio en Santa Rita tuve un sueño justo en el día de Santa Rita, el 22 de Mayo.  No me di cuenta que era el 22 hasta luego comentarlo a mi analista, e hacer la conexión!  Soñé´ que estaba en un lugar en donde había mucha gente, como la iglesia o Nazareth (un lugar de retiro donde frecuentaba en estados unidos cuando era adolescente), (luego empecé a ir a la Casa de Nazaret con Legión de María en la calle Quintino Bocayuva 663 despues de tener el sueño!!!)  Todo se conecta en el inconsciente!!!  Da la casualidad que se hace un Congreso en Casa Nazaret este lunes 25 de Mayo!).  Es decir que patronales de Santa Rita, Pentecostés y el Congreso todos ocurren este finde de 2015!)  En el sueño, hacíamos barrullo e hicimos como una procesión y llevaban a Pablo, un conocido de mi iglesia, Santísima Cruz, 2064 G. Artigas, en el Barrio de Paternal.  Pablo padece problemas de existencia.  La gente burlaba de Él.  Luego llegamos a otro lugar y seguían burlándole, pero yo estaba como aparte de lo que hacían.  Me ocurrió de la posibilidad de que Pablo fuese como un símbolo de Jesús.  Esa noche, la misma noche de mi sueño, fui a Santa Rita con Graciela, quien es muy devota de Santa Rita.  Graciela trabajo´ en Caritas como 10 años en ese templo.  Ella siempre me invita a ir con ella a las celebraciones ahí y especialmente a patronales!

Este 22, 2015, fuimos otra vez a Santa Rita, y leyeron una carta del Papa para la comunidad!  Que´ significante!  En la homilía, Padre Luis decía que Jesús no reprochaba a Pedro quien le había negado tres veces.  Solo quería re-afirmarlo cuando le pregunto´ tres veces si le amaba.  Jesus quería aceptarlo.  Y le dijo, ¨Apacienta a mis ovejas¨.
  Había mucha gente en la misa, y concurrimos a la procesión después con velas y cantando, así como pudimos, porque no nos acordábamos de la letra entera de ninguna canción!  Graciela se acordaba mejor de la letra de la canción, y yo le seguía, cantando,

¨Para que mi amor no sea un sentimiento
Tan solo un deslumbramiento pasajero
Para no gastar las palabras más mías
Ni vaciar de contenido mi te quiero
Quiero hundir más hondo mi raíz en ti
Y cimentar en solidez, este mi afecto
Pues mi corazón que es inquieto y es frágil
Solo acierta si se abraza a tu proyecto
Más allá, de mis miedos, más allá de mi inseguridad,
Quiero darte mi respuesta
Aquí estoy para hacer tu voluntad
Para que mi amor sea decirte si, hasta el final¨.

Nos faltaba la presencia de otra compañera, Myriam, que siempre está con nosotros en las ceremonias, y que sabe la letra de las canciones!   Vimos a otra socia de Legión de María, y yo charlaba un rato con la hermana, Teresita, que conozco desde hace mucho.

La Vigilia de Pentecostés este año fue anoche, el 23 de Mayo.  Con Graciela fuimos a Santa Brígida, como nos había dicho la secretaria de Santísima Cruz que la a vigilia estaría ahí.  Era para jóvenes!!!  Mucho Barullo, y nos aflojamos  para adaptar a la juventud.  Pusimos espíritu, y los animábamos a atreverse a mostrar una bandera a los autos en el semáforo durante la consigna de ¨misión¨ en que salimos a la calle.  La bandera decía ¨Toquen la bocina si amas a tu familia¨.  Los autos tocaban bocina, aplaudíamos, y los jóvenes llevaban estampitas y animo a los conductores.  Unos policías llegaron para preguntar de qué se trataba.  Yo dije, ¨Es Pentecostés¨, y me decían ¨Ah, entonces está bien, que tengan cuidado por el tráfico, y llámennos por cualquier cosa¨, y se fueron.

Vimos a Jennifer, de Legión, y luego a Brian, que estaba tocando la guitarra en la capilla.  Esos momentos de silencio y contemplación, oración son muy importantes también!  Yo les ayude´ a cantar, ¨Alma Misionera¨ al final. El Obispo Juan Carlos Ares, justo había terminado Santísima.  Yo pensé´, ¨será El¨? Hace poco lo conocí por la primera vez en una reunión con El con Legión de María, pidiendo un director espiritual para nuestro grupo.  Él es Vicario de Devoto.  Y si´ era el, porque me saludo´ con un beso, y se fue con la multitud en un patio grande en donde había música y mucha charla, café, (dijo Graciela que había vino), y galletitas, y muchas actividades.  También, vi a Azul, una nena que conozco desde que nació prácticamente, hija de una amiga, Elena, de la época de catequismo de mi hija.  Hace años que no supiera nada de ellas!  No nos quedamos para escuchar ¨El Padre Roquero¨, Padre Cesar.  Eso lo perdimos!! !  Pero lo busque´ en Facebook, y espero ponerme en contacto con Él, como estamos en lo mismo!!!

ESTAMOS EN LO MISMO!!!  UNAMONOS!!!  

Esto si´ es fuerza, calor e Espíritu!!!

FELIZ PENTECOSTES!!!

                                                  ANIMO!!!  Karla

martes, 12 de mayo de 2015

¨Oh, ye of little Faith¨!!!

HUMBLE EVIDENCES OF THE SOUL SEARCHER
(May 11, 2015)
There is no proof to show for the wonders we have seen.
The secrets of humanity and what it can mean.
Personal meek illuminations held within, touching deep, so keen.

Words fail to describe or tell
about doubted promises mounted up in a Wishing Well.

Something holds on as we face history´s fate.
The secret is built two by two, my dear mate!
And brought forth through much soul searching, before it´s too late!

The simple trick, least expected,
Put it out there where everyone can see.
Like in a forest a scraggly tree.

There´s nothing that can oppose or be done,
Like the Queen on a Chessboard
With glories and Love being won!!!

Sometimes one has to take a fall...
To better conditions for us all!

The suffering and toil of a single soul, in action,

Sooner or later blooms forth in beauty and satisfaction!

              By: Karla