Blue i thought tonight.

I Put my head on the pillow,
the pillow i myself sewed long time ago,
then I thought about blue,
this blue agent, blue but not so blue, blue but true friend.
I do, im thinking about this all blue companion and eyes-voice,
one day i felt as unmovable and unchangeable,
the best blue i never thanked or realized one day would have changed this much.
And the truth is that blue i thought tonight, blue i wish i see again one day.
I want to be free from the blue-past but always blue-friend of the new blue i get to know again.

Some people go to the train station to get inspiration to write.

Some people write backwards
some people will never read
others think they know enough,
maybe they do but that´s too bad for them.

You maybe trust in others,
others might never trust in you
some people will say they love you
but just some will show they do,
You might get afraid of answer back and
say that you love them too,
but if you don´t, I know that silence will answer better than words.

Some people give surprises
and others want to reason with them.
Some people receive white flowers but
they can´t even notice it´s special smell.
Some people write about formulas, logic and codes,
other write about compassion, truth and wisdom
yet others create stories made of joy, freedom and hope
stories made of love.

Some people will find home and peace
others are not able to recognize where or what is home about.
Some people need time to learn
at last they will do.

Some people will give it all
others will theorize it all
Some people will do a lot with few
Like the ones who think that ordinary
little stones can become treasures.
I chose to trust.
I chose to give.
I chose to love.

Note 779

I have been challenged so many times for the evaluation of the decisions I analise,
when the day comes that i need to turn to one side or the other,
the puzzle always or most of the time i feel caught in, just call it life.
But yesterday came to me as a reminder that the unexpected happening breaks you and the moment, translating you into an another-neutral-radiant conscious moment you weren't fully aware of it
the second before.

To this i have to say, I entered the unexpected happening with all my human sense,
then my soul reacted, so my body was told that we werent in safe ground anymore.
I have no doubts if i could have known i was going to experience the unexpected in some sort of way, or if i would have gotten ready for it somehow,
definitely i would have not entered to the consciousness of the unexpected
with so great confidence and absolute readiness!
I came into the cave not knowing that the light was going to be lighted for me, fallowing the foreknown unexpected aim.

To My Temporary Blind Friend, The one who stole my love away.

From one friday to another,
from last weekend to a new one
from those streets to the bed im sleeping now
from the songs i sang last week
to the melody of this place
from the stairs where we talked last sunday
to the stairs im walking up here...
the page had been turned to a different chapter.

Everyday i see clearly more and more
not so much but im sure about...
sure about couple of thoughts
but just one truth;
The power of,
the power in-Love
love for others,
love as hope,
love as healer
love as inspiration and dreams
love in silence,
love, patience and sacrificial love
to give, give yourself, give freely
give the best, give in faith
share the distance, share the unsaid words
share illusions
share in freedom the contentment of this simple something we got
share your treasures,
Darling give me all your fire
i want you to know that with no fear I want to give you everything
because i believe in you,
all my love will always
be yours
Can you feel what i mean?
(understand at least?)
I tried to find any answer in your eyes
but still
still you cant believe the strength and power of
this
bright
light.
Still
Blind?

Red´s voice

I have been explaining
and telling you
that far away i want to stay,
get out of all this i need,
step aside and let things run where they want to go
get away with this circle of non changing days
buy new dreams, get alive in pure strength
discover the unexpected tomorrow
let behind the one that i know here
meet that one isn't born yet
i want to breath deep there,
there where the air knows not my past
and the mornings will welcome me as a stranger,
giving me a chance even when they know
im suspicious and mysterious loser
who had already play all the chords and didn't win a own melody,
didn't even get sort of sound,
sort of nothingness out of senseless;
senseless is the one who is playing so what do i want to get?
my season is gone here...
my reasons´s ghost neither showed up even,
never wanted to meet me in this cafe at the appointed hour...
now im extending myself to the idea... No, im being optimistic,
this is not even a try of a becoming idea;
if it happens then, that idea of is a chance that by chance
found me,
just
by chance.
im
confessing
to you
now that
Im sad,
sad behind the brightest eyes I´ve never had
that i want to lose the lonely me
while
you and
yesterday
fade away.
While
i see you boy,
you are still playing on the garden
getting to know-green-getting-alive-in-yellow
but still you cant hear red´s voice.

The end

Birds flying around,
myself in many conflicts;
deep inside conflicts
maybe just i never had them before,
unknown taste of this days
26 years and i just noticed
I´m
alive,
living a life no one aware me before
I just woke up to see
I was alive all this time.
Then not just that but
I´m supposed to live it right,
be wise, (or sound the less dumb)
take decisions, (or just reacting cuz i breath)
be responsible
(what i call -the tool that keeps me from showing the many evidences of my shameful selfish nature-)
and as well
somehow accomplish a sort of way to be
happy
in the midst of this unsuspected war.
Am i being so little grateful?
not grateful at all?
No nothing like this, not at all,
its just my tendency to lead my finger deep inside the bloody scar
in plain words,
no drama
but its true,
I feel like those birds im watching flying right now,
flying between the earth and heaven
floating
dancing in between two different strengths
in between indecisions and victories
fear and hope,
that what is not any longer and that what it is happening
like midnight and still so clear with the most shiny daylight.
While Bach preaches to my heart and hope,
his message tells me
soon the darkness will go away
because The Victorious Light broke the bondages
then no sorrow
no blindness anymore
The Light
is wearing its gloriousness
and is coming to shine over you
The Light
has come for you
again.

Draft 9

What i have seen cant be told,
when i remember that what i cant remember all,
the much i have done leads me to storms of acid feelings;
the things i made, the words i said but specially
all that i enjoyed by heart.

Maybe some things i still remember but mostly the completeness
went away.
Im not quiet sure if isn't alright that way
but thinking in all the things i have seen and done
there are many constants, many similarities so much i learned just to have an excuse
an excuse to give myself and die,
time after time giving myself again and...
for each thing i do, i ride them dreaming on,
All. all for the non changing and the passenger deal
that is quite the same business.
Life more often gets me questioning, not so much really but now once again.

Limits from Borges, my favorite writer ever!

Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset,
There must be one (which, I am not sure)
That I by now have walked for the last time
Without guessing it, the pawn of that Someone

Who fixes in advance omnipotent laws,
Sets up a secret and unwavering scale
for all the shadows, dreams, and forms
Woven into the texture of this life.

If there is a limit to all things and a measure
And a last time and nothing more and forgetfulness,
Who will tell us to whom in this house
We without knowing it have said farewell?

Through the dawning window night withdraws
And among the stacked books which throw
Irregular shadows on the dim table,
There must be one which I will never read.

There is in the South more than one worn gate,
With its cement urns and planted cactus,
Which is already forbidden to my entry,
Inaccessible, as in a lithograph.

There is a door you have closed forever
And some mirror is expecting you in vain;
To you the crossroads seem wide open,
Yet watching you, four-faced, is a Janus.

There is among all your memories one
Which has now been lost beyond recall.
You will not be seen going down to that fountain
Neither by white sun nor by yellow moon.

You will never recapture what the Persian
Said in his language woven with birds and roses,
When, in the sunset, before the light disperses,
You wish to give words to unforgettable things.

And the steadily flowing Rhone and the lake,
All that vast yesterday over which today I bend?
They will be as lost as Carthage,
Scourged by the Romans with fire and salt.

At dawn I seem to hear the turbulent
Murmur of crowds milling and fading away;
They are all I have been loved by, forgotten by;
Space, time, and Borges now are leaving me.

Death = Live

Until i have no more blood to bleed,
empty totally empty i wish i could get
i want to lose and forget my shadow, have it never again
take off this dry old, destroyed and shameful skin,
burn my soul, burn it many times and burn it again
leave me in darkness,
leave me;
take away my ground then break my legs and all my bones
disappear me, leave no evidence of who or what i´m
i cant be this x-self anymore, please i cant,
i cant be this un-spelling being any longer
i want you to kill me because i want to live,
let me live, im crying out for your mercy,
i dont want to change anymore, it doesn't work...
but now here i am, ready to obey what you want me to do
i want to die to myself so i can be alive in you.

Romans 6:5-11
Christ died, and we have been joined with him by dying too. So we will also be joined with him by rising from the dead as he did.We know that our old life died with Christ on the cross so that our sinful selves would have no power over us and we would not be slaves to sin. Anyone who has died is made free from sin's control.
If we died with Christ, we know we will also live with him. Christ was raised from the dead, and we know that he cannot die again. Death has no power over him now. Yes, when Christ died, he died to defeat the power of sin one time—enough for all time. He now has a new life, and his new life is with God. In the same way, you should see yourselves as being dead to the power of sin and alive with God through Christ Jesus.

I saw water running free on the streets
with joy flowing down, taking away the dryness
embracing the moment but lasting forever.
I was so amazed by the running water
but you were not there...
so my tears noticed, all this...is it already lost?
Did u know the waters were running, the happy streets were fresh...
ready for harvest and sunshine, ready for you without doubts
Water is gone but im now captured by dreams
while you whisper unknown formulas im still hearing
while you walk away im still seeing your heart
while you hit stones against the mountains
I´ll be preparing you tea
then i will call out your name; again.
Will you then recognize that my call belongs to you?

From my old lines...

What can I hold you with?

I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the moon of ragged
suburbs.
I offer you the bitterness of a girl who has looked long and long
at the lonely moon.
I offer you my ancestors, my dead girl, the ghosts that living girl
have honoured in marble: my father’s father killed in the
frontier of Buenos Aires, two bullets through his lungs,
bearded and dead, wrapped by his soldiers in the hide
of a cow; my mother’s grandfather –just twenty four-
heading a charged of three hundred men in Peru, now
ghosts on vanished horses.
I offer you whatever insight my books may hold, whatever detail
or humour my life.
I offer you the loyalty of a girl who has tried been loyal.
I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved, somehow –the
central heart that deals not in words, traffics not with
dreams and is untouched by time, by joy, by adversities.
I offer you the memory of yellow rose seen at sunset, years
before you were born.
I offer you explanations of yourself,
theories about yourself, authentic and surprising news of yourself.
I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my
heart; I am trying to bribe you with
uncertainty, with danger, without defeat.

Draft 9

What i have seen cant be told,
when i remember that what i cant remember all,
the much i have done leads me to storms of acid feelings;
the things i made, the words i said but specially
all that i enjoyed by heart.

Maybe some things i still remember but mostly the completeness
went away.
Im not quiet sure if isn't alright that way
but thinking in all the things i have seen and done
there are many constants, many similarities so much i learned just to have an excuse
an excuse to give myself and die,
time after time giving myself again and...
for each thing i do, i ride them dreaming on,
All. all for the non changing and the passenger deal
that is quite the same business.
Life more often gets me questioning, not so much really but now once again.

E tutto, e niente.

I cant get free
from the small room
where
the last winter
left me,
the walls are
still
in front
of
me.

I dont really feel the cold waters,
im not ready yet to feel
im feeling im not
Im just asking where do i find the ocean,
don't believe is near, cant smell its fire
its crushing is missing;
Im just asking...
the answer might be surprising but im aware
in case.
Tunics of reason dont let me fall
or
im so holded to them,
scared to and scared of.
But i remember it well
as today my tears without pain
whistle the story of those days trapped in winter isolation and shadows;
so let me here with this
-i dont feel-
inside my small room facing the walls,
wondering about the waves
or
if its happening now...that,
that what I have been waiting my whole life;
finally see with my eyes something real and majestic,
Im just asking,
asking where do i find your ocean,
the one
im not ready yet to get
into.
Im just asking,
while i drink hope from the soul of some usual sounds,
maybe your voice, maybe the hole on my pockets...
and this disability to stop going around so waisted
theres no cure in so many options,
but still hopeless hope keeps burning me with questions
what if i just desapair the temptation to jump into the ocean ...
again
E tutto e niente , pensare che io voglia sapere così tanto,
Sto chiedendo...
E tutto e niente, pensato qui sono io quella ,
qui io sono per te la risposta per la domanda che tu state facendo...
Yo pregunto...

Little ones from Peru need your help!!!!

We have been sensitive to the needs of our closest, we didn’t go another country to spend our life for missions, Peru is full of kind people with open heart to anyone, the history and culture can describe so well what type of people we are but most of all this, Peruvians had to learn so much from hard times, corruption, war, terrorism, drug cartels, killing of innocents, bombs, economical bankrupts and long list, letting my people with only one thing from their own, their faith and hope in God.

The one who had lost all, who has no further opportunities, who had been victim for so long; for those ones who get along even though a broken life, they will easily recognize a treasure at once, instantly they will rush to hold it and be transformed by sense and meaning again.

God became Peruvians treasure; Revival is crowning the past suffering…. Revival from Peruvians to other Peruvians… Christians in church working together more than never in unity and love, believing that we will make it in Christ!

Here you can see and read some children´s cases who need help...Please keep them on your prayers! and if you would like to give them a economical gift(any amount is welcome:) please contact me!!!

This picture shows much of the significance of Hope's Shelter. The children learn to coexist and to have fun together without limitations.

This is Carlos and Benjamin! They're sitting in their mother's kiosk, and aren't they pretty? Carlos is setting such an example as a an older brother, he's always looking after his siblings. I'm praying for him, that the absence of his father will not affect his identity as man of God.

Anthony, Carlos (in red) and Lucas (in white). Carlos is David's elder brother, it was their father who left without saying why or for how long. Lucas doesn't have a father. His mother worked with selling food in the street, but one day she was run over. When I got to know her, she'd had two surgeries, to try get her hip to function. Her body didn't accept the nails, and it didn't work. She's now had 25 surgeries, and she has just started to get a little better, but she can't walk. Lucas is a very quiet boy, he doesn't speak much, but he's always smiling and he's such a good and gentle boy.

The brother in red's name is Damien. He, as the two generations preceeding him, is blind. His sons is also loosing their sight. His daughter need an operation in Lima before she's two, or she will lose her sight as well. The government has offered them the operation for free, they just need to go to Lima. His four-year old son Angel has not yet lost his sight, but they say that there isn't a chance to save his sight at this point.

I found out that Richard, a blind young guy in his desire to improve his life and pursue for a future, had left Pucallpa and come to Lima to attend to a Specialize School. They almost did not accept him because he is 25 years old and has not even elementary studies. But he got in.

Now I have to find him, because he came and has no winter clothes, nor money to pay the monthly payments after May. The Church in Pucallpa raised money to help him get here and make the first payments, but Richard's parents are farm workers that are hired by others. They don't even have their own land. Richard has an amazing musical ear. He plays the keyboard by ear and he accompanied some of our devotional times with teams last year.

And like him, I've had the opportunity to talk with some others who need just a chance to prove they want to do something more than sit and complain about life and society... or even the Church...

Anthony suffered an asphyxia during his birth which caused him a brain damage. He's 16 years old, and he lives in Hope's Shelter, in Pucallpa. He first learn to walk when he was 8 years old, and with therapy and exercise he has improved his walking. Now he doesn't haul himsef so much, and he doesn't make all the grimaces and he doesn't drool as much as he did just one year ago

All the girls here are pastor's daughters. The boy in the orange shorts is named David. He's the 3^rd of 4 boys, Carlos, Josué, David and Benjamin. Their mum has a disability regarding her feet, and she works in the (kiosk) in the Shelter's school. Their father was a good friend of ours, he cooked for us when we went to the Shelter. I just learned that he has gone to Lima, leaving them. We are praying that he will chose to return, or get in touch with his childeren. This family is really a family in need, because there are four sons, and that there father has left has chocked them.

The girl standing and smiling with the white blouse is called Angela. In January her mother gave birth, and died shortly afterwards from a medical malpractice. Her heart pressure was a bit high, but she was waiting for hours before anyone came to see her. The baby girl is now in the hospital, and the father is there with her to make sure she's looked after. He has left work to take care of her, and at home he has 3 other children.

The girl in pink is called Margarita. She doesn't have a father, just a mother, and a sister old enough to be my mother. She also lives in the Shelter, in a small room which is all the space they got. All they have is a bunk, a table and a commode.

Another picture of Anthony! This is from last year, it started to rain and he went to his room, and got a shampoo. Hauling himself he came to wash himself in the rain, making lots of fun. At present he walks better and he hauls himself less.

After party-latest info!!!!

Thanks once again to each one of you, Thanks for sharing your friday night at the party, Im deeply happy and very blessed by each one of you, everyone has a special place on my heart,
Thanks for the immense support trough all this time we enjoyed this wonderful friendship! In deed you really are a Special-Treasure in my life!!!

Im also happy to let you know that ur generous contribution will help a lot to the Peruvian kids you read and seen pictures about, we got to raise 2600kr for them :D YES!!!! The money will be send on Tuesday as well the cool and creative cards you made for them will be send!
Please keep them on your prayers, they really need it; and if theres anyone interested on help them further with money or in other way or if you want to keep updated just contact me again...

Thanks Dear God we bless and praise your name,
Thanks for the friendship we share,
Thanks you lead us together and let us grow cherishing one another!
Show us, use us Lord, Let us feel, dare and risk all for your cause,
We want to invest and spend our days accomplishing the plan you have for us!
Thanks for letting us bless those little ones from Peru, We pray you supply all their needs, all material, spiritual and emotional needs supply them in your abundant grace and love! We declare that new and prosperous times come for the needy, that healing will touch the sicks and that Peru and the whole world will declare you as Lord!!! Amen!!!

Uhhhh! I wish i could write that i feel so happy and satisfied about my plan to get along with the reading days im suppose to KEEP ON till next Monday but instead i just can now complain about Mixsy once again! cuz she finds incredible not even good ways to get DISTRACTED!!!! last she did? she went to the kitchen to arrange all vegetables and fruits by COLOR...don't know what else she will find but next time ill not allow this irresponsible attitude ...I SAID!

I understand her somehow is not funny stay home reading when most of the ppl is just doing much of something relaxing...but for Mixsy those days must be well invested, hardly she is keeping herself together on normal working days, days that she would love give more focus for studies than leaving class almost running to get on time for work...."Hey Mixsy where have you been?...(mixsy thinking 5sec) ahhhWorking! yes...yes!!!" ( im afraid sometimes seems like she is so far in her thoughts...like half sleepy/half !!!!!Hyper!!!!!!!)





















But today as well Mixsy had her 10 min of happiness when she picked her first Birthday card of this year, her sister who lives in USA has the precision and ability to send cards just first than anybody! Love my Sis!!!!

Answer thiz...

Start at the second month of the year in the Julian calendar and go backward 4 months. Combine the antepenultimate letter of that month with the ultimate letter of the month during which Daylight Savings Time began in the US prior to 2007. Add to that the antepenultimate letter of the month named for "Venerable Caesar." End with the penultimate letter of the month of the autumnal equinox. The resulting word is:

Funny! Bill Bailey ...

http://youtube.com/watch?v=u_HyS94O2h0&feature=related

He says:
There´s more
I want you to go farther.
There´s so much more
I need you to do, to be
There´s a lot to be taken
new everything, everything and more.

Let me answer you, God:
I don´t have eyes anymore,
i cant understand what you are saying
my face had hit the ground long ago,
im not even blinking nor breathing,
i feel im truly death
at least you raise me up from this 64 hundred feet im in;
just If you speak to me once again
I have heard so many times that
you don't get bother even if you have to talk to death people.
Ill be waiting for your voice.

lines

Reading between lines
reading what you want to hear
saying almost nothing
cause the silence said it all, yes you heard it all.

A field covered full with snow, that is what i saw when i looked out from my window...It was a dream i kept on thinking when i woke up and i came close to the window...yes u guess?! no Snow on my real morning! though was very cold day specially...ok never mind...until 3:40pm when
STARTED TO SNOW!!!! i felt like getting a hole in one! yesssssssss! i shouted!!!! yes!!!! NO.NO.NO this scares me cause lately i´m having dreams coming true exactly in the same way as i dream them, before kinda once it almost happened that i had a dream coming true, but 5 months ago until now there had been like 4 dreams coming true exactly as i dream them.
The tricky(or cool) thing is that i´m not aware in anyway (yet) if the dream i have is gonna be true or not, neither when, neither why...So just when they become true just right in front of my eyes(real eyes)
i have this immense stretching feeling on my stomach....*oh My is happening as i dreamt*
It so surprise me, wanna keep it like this i think!

0.30 kr is what i had on my account when i checked it this morning, so i walked around coincidently meet a friend, talked for a while but i got very cold so with no money to buy me some hot coffee i went home to get more cloths on and them go to work as normal day, so i took a bus i usually never take, when i stepped in just right in front the drivers sit i looked down to the floor..."eh...whats this garbage too well shaped" Yes, No that might be money! Hole in one again! 400 Kr, there just resting nicely there! SO i picked up the money and as fast that i couldnt even think what i was doing, i said..hey Mr. driver, here, someone has lost his money! take it!; He didn't get the idea together, just said AH! then i walked to find a sit! there just a sec after i sited i thought Mixsy, what!What is it with you, Money censored that ur in need and it came alone to help u and you, YOU just played Miss sweet honesty!
hehehe....then i laughed and said to myself, yes and ill be sure i´m having this tittle for life!

You will...

2 paints, 3 apples and the letter "F"...today was not a proper complete day; maybe i could not make a real-complete day, maybe it was an all right day, maybe i was at half of my appreciation and effectiveness; most of the day i felt missing something or everything.
And No i was not just quiet so i can blame my stillness and lack of enthusiasm, i woke up at 7am, had class at 10am, 1:40 a meeting with a coordinator of my school, 3pm i worked in 2 paints, i finished one, 7 pm i went to work, 10pm reading some of my lessons....and now...


My prayer today was:
Let your will be done,
Show us your grace once again so once again we will be blind and burned
recognizing your evident love and power;
You bless us as we could ever deserved those blessing, but the true is
because we don't deserve them but since you know our misery
your Mercy comes to rescue trough your Grace in which we have found real life.
Let your will be done, you will...

Simple lines...just starting

• I have to remember...i don´t need some things, don´t need to get them and if i forget that again... ill write 500 times that i don´t need to get those things.

• Yesterday we (Jan and I) met a gentle and nice lady, this kinda unexpected sweet-taste events, u know 5 min after you met someone u find so much familiarity and warm feeling; 15 min after we three walked around for like 1hr, i gotta say usually(everyday? yes) I meet strangers as normal thing while the day goes by, is not something i try to, but is something comes....and i LOVE IT.
  

• I guess the reason is that i have the combination of that kinda face -Info-Girl- that many ppl interprets as she looks like "she knows"(few times right) so, always i find myself in weird (safe most of the time) situations plus a that i´m medium-high impatient person, easily deciding for many ppl and their best cause even they know what they want they seem to be slow to decide and Mixsy seems to be right :D

• Today I went very early to the tax office, i was there around 8:20am waiting til it opens at 9am, i though i was early but there was already 4 persons waiting, one of them was sited on the floor, trying to hold himself to don't get asleep but he did for some minutes...when he woke up i asked him for how long was he waiting, he answer from 7:40am so it opened a little conversation in which he told his nationality, I'm from Vietnam he said. By 8:58am there was like 50 ppl around us but since anyone stayed in line there was no order or way to know how came first...it really made me mad ..but not to my new friend who showed a lot of kindness... he just said is ok, 50 ppl is not too many! Well well...
  

Visionaries 1: Vision !

Acts 2:17
"In the Last Days," God says,
"I will pour out my Spirit on every kind of people:
Your sons will prophesy, also your daughters;
Your young men will see visions, your old men dream dreams.
When the time comes, I'll pour out my Spirit on those who serve me."

So, What´s a vision? It is he act of the seeing, of course, an imaginative perception of things, combining insight and the foresight. But more particulary what we are talking about now is compouded of a deep dissatisfaction with what IS and the clear grasp of what Could BE. It begins with indignation over the status quo, and it grows into the earnst quest for an alternative. Both are quite clear in the public ministry of Jesus
Nothing much happens without a dream . And for something great to happen, there must be a great dream. Behind every great achievement.

But Why then does this prospect not set our hearts on fire? Where are the Christian people today who see the status quo, Who do not like what they see (because there are things in it which are unacceptable to God) Who dream dreams of an alternative society which would be more acceptable to God, and Who determine to do something about it?

We see with our mind´s eye the 2 billion people who may never even have heard of Jesus,
and the further 2 billion who have heard but have had no valid opportunity to respond to the gospel,
the poor, the hungry and the disadvantaged; people crushed by political, economic or racial oppression, the million of babies aborted and incenarated; ad the so-called `balance`of nuclear terror,
We see these things; do we not care? We see what is, do we not see what could be?
Things could be different. The unevangelized could be reached with the good news of Jesus; the hungry could be fed, the oppressed liberated, the alienated brought home. We need a vision of the purpose and power of GOD.

David Bleakley writes about such a visionaries,
` The people with a "hunch" alternative, those who believe that it is possible to build a better world`. He call them `Pathfinders`, WHO ARE LOVERS OF OUR PLANET, who feels a responsibility for Gods creation, and wish to give true meaning to the lives of all his people`Indeed He is confident, as I am, that such `Pathfinders represent a growing ground-swell of change in our society and in societies elsewhere`