07-16-2012, 04:46 PM
Today Carla is one year shy of 70-years old, defying all odds since birth itself when the doctors told her mother that she wouldn't survive beyond two weeks. Predictions that have been repeated throughout her life by professionals and non-professionals alike. In honor of her birthday, I composed a letter explaining why she is my hero. Cheers to a happy birthday, Carla!! Love you.
She is my hero because no matter which way catalyst spins her, like a cat that lands upright when falling regardless of how how it is dropped, she flips and unerringly orients her aim upon the heart of self
She is my hero because where I stand on the shoulders of giants – that is, on the work of those who have gone before me, without which I would be lost – she, in conjunction with Don Elkins and then Jim McCarty, in the fashion of the maverick, created and forged a novel path through the illusion to the One, a path which hitherto did not quite exist. Out of the jungle-like milieu of the third-density illusion, she carved a way for the wanderer, a path which I tearfully and gratefully embraced upon discovery.
She is my hero in a way that will only be comprehensible to the Law of One student, because she offered to sacrifice something much, much more precious than a human incarnation. Something that I myself could not offer, nor something which I could ask another to offer. That being the work of countless incarnations spanning densities and, by our time standards, billions of years; that is, her polarity. For the Ra Contact, she risked what’s known as negative time/space. This sounds either like a distant, abstract concept with little meaning and application to life here on Earth, or alternatively something of an interesting plot twist in a sci-fi novel. In reality this scenario makes an ordinary, third-density death seem a desired experience of bliss by comparison. She risked what to the positively oriented soul is unimaginably, agonizingly unthinkable.
She is my hero because thanks to her sacrificial efforts, not only in the Ra Contact but the fastidious, unwavering, consistent effort to carry the torch for over thirty years with little personal gain to herself, as we might measure "personal gain", she created a home for those who have wandered to this planet and who frequently find themselves alone, tired, and afraid. She has helped them to make sense of their often confusing lives, whilst orienting their vision to one of seeking and service.
She is my hero because she is increasingly faced with what she cannot do, yet she continues to dig deep and find joy, meaning, and purpose in what she can do, the most potent and powerful of all services: being. She cannot garden, or go for walks, or dance, or cook, or clean, or do her beloved creative work, or sometimes even her crossword puzzles, or read, or, on many a day, stay awake – but she can keep her heart open, goddamnit, come what may. She can reduce the complexities of this life to the purest, simplest, and most meaningful vibration: love through being.
She is my hero because each and every day she lives in what many might term physical agony, and where most of us would buckle under the pressure, succumbing to despair, or hopelessness, or translating that catalyst to a mean-spirited, jaded perspective that projects the unhappiness out onto others, becoming perhaps contemptuous or at least hard-edged to others, she just smiles, breathes, and searches continually for ways to support others.
She is my hero because when her body gives her no power, and leaves her feeling weak and helpless, she transcends the physical limitations and finds power in her will and her faith, radiating a serenity and strength that belie the daily struggle she knows so intimately and thoroughly.
She is my hero because she has given me, a seeker like any other, an opportunity unlike any other, to make my life devoted to assisting other seekers. She gave this particular soul a place of healing, a place to discover his powers, a place to cultivate his latent talents, a place to gradually release his self-judgment, and a place of love and service.
She is my hero because she has not only put up with my own sometimes hard-energy ways, but unstintingly offered me love over judgment, acceptance over rejection, closeness over distance, and care over unconcern.
She is my hero because she has exemplified both pride and humility as they have been needed. Pride in the unerring belief in herself necessary to lead L/L Research after the passing of her own beloved companion, ensuring the survival of this energetic, service-oriented niche of some power and purity, and the empowering, liberating information it offers, that information which reminds the seeker regarding who they really are and through what means they may awaken to the truth of their identity. Humility in realizing her limits on both knowledge and ability in the face of infinity, humbly accepting and working with that which the moment offers, and not casting herself as “better” than other seekers, despite her obvious and superlative accomplishments, credentials, gifts, and talents.
She is my hero for teaching me by example, especially as it concerns the principle of putting relationships first, and making the maintaining harmony between friends and colleagues of paramount importance. Also, for teaching me the wisdom of yielding to others while holding the reigns of leadership.
She is my hero for teaching me tuning, that is, the art of continually, relentlessly re-orienting the self to search for and walk the high road no matter what catalyst is being presented. Countless opportunities she has been offered – many by those of the loyal opposition, I am sure – to deviate from her path, to neglect her principles, to take an easier way, to serve the self at the expense of others, and to reduce her polarity and the impact of her service by misusing the Confederation material, or L/L Research, or whatever status she has acquired through her work. And, though the cost has been great to herself, these opportunities have been given a polite but unmoving “No thank you”.
She is my hero for being a dancer, one who didn’t stop dancing when her body could no longer support the movement. Confined to a more or less stationary position for well over a year now, leashed, as she says, to a medical device, her soul finds the rhythm of each diurnal cycle and, with grace, determines where to place the metaphysical feet to best meet and dance with the catalyst at hand.
She is my hero because like few others on this planet, she remains steadfastly true to herself, compromising as a necessary virtue of multi-party work, but never compromising her self, hear heart, her desire to serve, and those core principles which animate her existence. She is who she is and doesn't shy away from that or assume a pretense when interacting with different people.
She is my hero because as her body increasingly malfunctions, losing its standards for outer beauty, she paradoxically becomes more beautiful, glowing with the surrender to the Isness of the moment, recognizing that all things can be greeted as they are in the moment with love and acceptance, patience and humility, equanimity and balance.
She is my hero because she is often indistinguishable from a flower, radiating beauty by virtue of identity, not by any particular labor or effort. Growing with and yearning for the presence of the sun, making use of the cycles of water and nutrients when provided – not complaining when absent, supporting not diminishing the flowers nearby, being true to itself by nature, and, whether taken on her own or in company of other flowers, presenting to the Creator a unique gift of Its own beauty, immanent in form, transcendent in quality and spirit.
She is Carla L. Rueckert, and no matter her health, physical limitations, or outward productive capacity, she is my hero. : )
My Hero
Carla L. Rueckert
Carla L. Rueckert
She is my hero because no matter which way catalyst spins her, like a cat that lands upright when falling regardless of how how it is dropped, she flips and unerringly orients her aim upon the heart of self
She is my hero because where I stand on the shoulders of giants – that is, on the work of those who have gone before me, without which I would be lost – she, in conjunction with Don Elkins and then Jim McCarty, in the fashion of the maverick, created and forged a novel path through the illusion to the One, a path which hitherto did not quite exist. Out of the jungle-like milieu of the third-density illusion, she carved a way for the wanderer, a path which I tearfully and gratefully embraced upon discovery.
She is my hero in a way that will only be comprehensible to the Law of One student, because she offered to sacrifice something much, much more precious than a human incarnation. Something that I myself could not offer, nor something which I could ask another to offer. That being the work of countless incarnations spanning densities and, by our time standards, billions of years; that is, her polarity. For the Ra Contact, she risked what’s known as negative time/space. This sounds either like a distant, abstract concept with little meaning and application to life here on Earth, or alternatively something of an interesting plot twist in a sci-fi novel. In reality this scenario makes an ordinary, third-density death seem a desired experience of bliss by comparison. She risked what to the positively oriented soul is unimaginably, agonizingly unthinkable.
She is my hero because thanks to her sacrificial efforts, not only in the Ra Contact but the fastidious, unwavering, consistent effort to carry the torch for over thirty years with little personal gain to herself, as we might measure "personal gain", she created a home for those who have wandered to this planet and who frequently find themselves alone, tired, and afraid. She has helped them to make sense of their often confusing lives, whilst orienting their vision to one of seeking and service.
She is my hero because she is increasingly faced with what she cannot do, yet she continues to dig deep and find joy, meaning, and purpose in what she can do, the most potent and powerful of all services: being. She cannot garden, or go for walks, or dance, or cook, or clean, or do her beloved creative work, or sometimes even her crossword puzzles, or read, or, on many a day, stay awake – but she can keep her heart open, goddamnit, come what may. She can reduce the complexities of this life to the purest, simplest, and most meaningful vibration: love through being.
She is my hero because each and every day she lives in what many might term physical agony, and where most of us would buckle under the pressure, succumbing to despair, or hopelessness, or translating that catalyst to a mean-spirited, jaded perspective that projects the unhappiness out onto others, becoming perhaps contemptuous or at least hard-edged to others, she just smiles, breathes, and searches continually for ways to support others.
She is my hero because when her body gives her no power, and leaves her feeling weak and helpless, she transcends the physical limitations and finds power in her will and her faith, radiating a serenity and strength that belie the daily struggle she knows so intimately and thoroughly.
She is my hero because she has given me, a seeker like any other, an opportunity unlike any other, to make my life devoted to assisting other seekers. She gave this particular soul a place of healing, a place to discover his powers, a place to cultivate his latent talents, a place to gradually release his self-judgment, and a place of love and service.
She is my hero because she has not only put up with my own sometimes hard-energy ways, but unstintingly offered me love over judgment, acceptance over rejection, closeness over distance, and care over unconcern.
She is my hero because she has exemplified both pride and humility as they have been needed. Pride in the unerring belief in herself necessary to lead L/L Research after the passing of her own beloved companion, ensuring the survival of this energetic, service-oriented niche of some power and purity, and the empowering, liberating information it offers, that information which reminds the seeker regarding who they really are and through what means they may awaken to the truth of their identity. Humility in realizing her limits on both knowledge and ability in the face of infinity, humbly accepting and working with that which the moment offers, and not casting herself as “better” than other seekers, despite her obvious and superlative accomplishments, credentials, gifts, and talents.
She is my hero for teaching me by example, especially as it concerns the principle of putting relationships first, and making the maintaining harmony between friends and colleagues of paramount importance. Also, for teaching me the wisdom of yielding to others while holding the reigns of leadership.
She is my hero for teaching me tuning, that is, the art of continually, relentlessly re-orienting the self to search for and walk the high road no matter what catalyst is being presented. Countless opportunities she has been offered – many by those of the loyal opposition, I am sure – to deviate from her path, to neglect her principles, to take an easier way, to serve the self at the expense of others, and to reduce her polarity and the impact of her service by misusing the Confederation material, or L/L Research, or whatever status she has acquired through her work. And, though the cost has been great to herself, these opportunities have been given a polite but unmoving “No thank you”.
She is my hero for being a dancer, one who didn’t stop dancing when her body could no longer support the movement. Confined to a more or less stationary position for well over a year now, leashed, as she says, to a medical device, her soul finds the rhythm of each diurnal cycle and, with grace, determines where to place the metaphysical feet to best meet and dance with the catalyst at hand.
She is my hero because like few others on this planet, she remains steadfastly true to herself, compromising as a necessary virtue of multi-party work, but never compromising her self, hear heart, her desire to serve, and those core principles which animate her existence. She is who she is and doesn't shy away from that or assume a pretense when interacting with different people.
She is my hero because as her body increasingly malfunctions, losing its standards for outer beauty, she paradoxically becomes more beautiful, glowing with the surrender to the Isness of the moment, recognizing that all things can be greeted as they are in the moment with love and acceptance, patience and humility, equanimity and balance.
She is my hero because she is often indistinguishable from a flower, radiating beauty by virtue of identity, not by any particular labor or effort. Growing with and yearning for the presence of the sun, making use of the cycles of water and nutrients when provided – not complaining when absent, supporting not diminishing the flowers nearby, being true to itself by nature, and, whether taken on her own or in company of other flowers, presenting to the Creator a unique gift of Its own beauty, immanent in form, transcendent in quality and spirit.
She is Carla L. Rueckert, and no matter her health, physical limitations, or outward productive capacity, she is my hero. : )
Explanation by the tongue makes most things clear, but love unexplained is clearer. - Rumi
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I can't find adequate words to express how I feel right now, but thank you from the full expanse of my heart for your Love and Light.
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