"Peace will come and be with you always."
--Joseph Rael, 2007

You are invited to participate in a small act that will have an enormous effect in moving the world toward peace.

Beloved Native American visionary Joseph Rael (Beautiful Painted Arrow) has created a peace blessing and asked that it be shared with people all over the world. Joseph created this blessing -- a Song of Peace -- to bring inner harmony and serenity to every individual who listens to it, knowing that the vibrations of peace radiating from many individuals will inevitably spread to bring peace and harmony to the whole planet.

Please listen to Joseph's Song of Peace at this link http://www.josephrael.com/peace.htm and also forward this email to your circle of family and friends.

A number of us plan to listen to Joseph's peace song every day between now and the Winter Solstice, December 22, 2007. You are invited to join us! This small act really can change the world, just as a little stone dropped in a pond creates ripples that eventually spread through the water touching every part of the shore.

In keeping with one of Joseph’s long standing traditions, we will be lighting candles and bonfires for peace on the 7th day of every month, beginning this month. We’ll also update you with new messages from Joseph on the 7th of each month. If you would like to receive these messages, reply to the Song of Peace list-keeper at peace@counciloakbooks.com
May peace come and be with you always!

For more information about Joseph Rael (Beautiful Painted Arrow), go to http://www.josephrael.org

In & Out of Time

A Poem by Maya Angelou

The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out of time.
When the first stone looked up at the blazing sun
and the first tree struggled up from the forest floor
I had always loved you more.
You freed your braids...
gave your hair to the breeze.
It hummed like a hive of honey bees.
I reached in the mass for the sweet honey comb there....
Mmmm...God how I love your hair.
You saw me bludgeoned by circumstance.
Lost, injured, hurt by chance.
I screamed to the heavens....loudly screamed....
Trying to change our nightmares to dreams...
The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance our long way home.
I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out
in and out
in and out
of time.