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commitment and honesty
I confess. I'm an addict. I'm addicted to Bud Greenspan's series of
documentaries on the past summer and winter Olympic Games on Showtime cable TV. I sit and cry for an hour or two at the commitment these Beings have to their sport and to one single goal in their lives. And I cry mainly at the support these people almost without exception seem to get from their families and their coaches, the single greatest factor in all of their successes.

I cry at the commitment it takes to swim 20,000 miles in training to
be able to compete in and win one single 35 second race. I cry at
the commitment it takes a woman of 46 to compete in an Olympic
women's marathon race after training an estimated 120,000 miles for
a single 2 and a half hour race. I cry espcially hard at the young
Croation woman who wins that country's first gold medal and returns
to a reception from 200,000 of her fellow countrymen. I cry at the
Greek weightlifter who gets a 10-minute standing ovation for winning
a bronze medal after being credited with single-handedly bringing
his country´s attention back to sports. I cry especially at
the 'little Aussie battlers'--an expression from back home, who
strive against all odds to find their place on the grander world

And how can anyone not cry at the young American speed skater whose
hero has started a foundation to help war-torn kids in the Sudan and
donates all his winnings to that charity which spurs even the
Chinese medalists to do likewise:

If any one of us put one hundredth the effort into our spiritual
goals as these athletes do for their sport what then could be

No one does it better than Bud Greenspan -- not with pathos that
emits false emotions, but with simple storytelling skills that
demonstrate the wonder of what it is these people and their familes
go through. Very few have not overcome some serious obstacles in
their lives, be it physical, emotional, monetary or mental, but all
have gone through the adversity to reach the pinnacle of their
professions over long years of commitment, self-sacrifice, and hard,
hard work.

I cry easily when I see people helping each other, supporting each
other, or just banding together to do something meaningful. It's
what life should be all about, is all about in other SuperUniverses,
and will need to be all about as we go through this most difficult
stage in our ascension process.

The Olympics is a wonderful metaphor for planet Earth and all the
different Star Wars bar-type aliens who reside on the planet, often
forming their own races and/or countries -- sometimes competing, and
sometimes banding together for worthwhile spiritual projects (no not
UN-funded wars). And yes, the US is a melting pot for all these
different kind of races and peoples and deserves therefore to be the
leader, except for the fact that it is trying to be the darkside
leader rather than for the Light of all humanity.

No matter. Things have been changing and will only continue to
change as the ascension process continues; and people will either be
forced to band together for the good of all or perish in their own
self-centered indolence. It´s their choice, and I would be the last
to try and change anyone´s opinion who has firmly made up their
minds.My job has just been to prod them into getting off their fences before it is too late.

After having done what I have done over the past 12 years to assist
the Creator family in Their healing, and in assisting to get this
planet into ascension, I guess most of all I cry for myself and the
pride I share with these sportsmen in having made my life meaningful
to myself and my spiritual family -- against all odds.

I sometimes cry for all those I´ve left behind along the way --who
like the characters along the road in John Bunyan's A Pilgrim´s
Progress, people who could not commit to their own spiritual progress and found either me or their families or something else an easy way out from finishing the race, from not completing the training, from not making it to the finishing line. I wish them all well and am sad, for I know this special Olympics taking place on planet Earth right now will hopefully never come again, and it is they who have missed out on participating in the grandest accomplishment of all . . .

In service (still), Peter