Signs of the Times Bring Glad Tidings

Before the last neighbors’ house even took away the spooky Halloween decorations from their yard, people in my neighborhood started having Christmassy front yards. The day before Thanksgiving suddenly almost all the houses had been lit up with cheer and joy.
 
When the Christmas tree arrived in Rockefeller Center in New York City, the New Yorkers were shocked to discover in its branches, more surprised than themselves, a most adorable cute huggable owl, with her eyes wide open in amazement. This little owl could not comprehend how in the world she could make the trip from somewhere in the deep forest and arrive at Rockefeller Plaza, where she never went before. She was starving and seemed stunned to encounter the busy, anxious inhabitants of the Big Apple.
 
This was a sign. God the almighty sent a message to New Yorkers with the best ornament the Christmas Tree ever had. You see, the owl represents a beneficial, protective, wise bird. It protects humans at night, and brings good fortune, announcing change and new beginnings with higher understanding.
 
In the frosty December cold winter, this owl brought cheer, joy, and comfort to all of us.
In the meantime, the little owl, given the name “Rocky,” was fed, nurtured, and brought back to the forest.
Photograph: Ravensbeard Wildlife Center.

In my own backyard in the Mid-Hudson Valley, we see all kinds of animals. My neighbor Leanne is giving names to the visiting deer. One is Stella. There was also Haribou, the master with his big horns. In late October, drinking coffee with friends on my porch, suddenly a baby deer was chasing his mom, and right in front of our eyes, started nursing.

There is Blackie, the wild cat, who lives in the bushes and refuses to inhabit the cat house with a special blanket which generates heat. He likes it better in the wild over there in the bushes. But every day he comes to Leanne for food.
 
Last winter I also gave names to two huge visiting birds who came often, always as a pair. Halifax and Margot always chose the same tree when they visited me.
 
God made the creation at the beginning of time. He asked Adam, the first human being, to name each animal. We were supposed to be lord of creation and rule the world with love. But Adam and Eve fell. That is why God had to send Jesus the Messiah our savior. Jesus spoke about the marriage supper of the lamb which will happen at his return.
May we recognize the signs of the time.
 
Merry Christmas and cheers and blessings to you and your loved ones.
 
Elisabeth Seidel

Let’s Not Break the Laws of Heaven

Violation of heavenly law is called sin. Sin originated with the Fall of our first human ancestors. Disobedience to God’s commandments brought misery and corruption and a swamp of immorality. Jesus fought evil by fasting 40 days and liberated people suffering under the influence of evil spirits. “Sin no more,” he said.

At a recent virtual Sunday service we had a special guest speaker, Dan Burton, an American congressman of 30 years. He said the reason he likes our movement for peace is because it is based on moral values. Without moral values we cannot achieve world peace.

I totally agree with this comment. It was totally refreshing.

I believe also this is why for the seven years prior to our marriage, the Holy Marriage Blessing, Dietrich and I lived a life of abstinence, and traveled the roads of beautiful America and Europe as missionaries inviting people to hear a message of hope and world peace. In these travels we found God our Heavenly Parent. We tried to live a life of prayer and sacrifice for others, loving people. Rejection made us develop a heart of love and forgiveness, made us stronger in our faith, made us the kind of person who can love our enemy. Sleeping on hard floors with simple food, fasting often, we were so hopeful to change the world quickly. It takes so much longer than we hoped to change the world, but it was a chance for us to develop a better character, a better personality.

On this foundation, after our most beautiful, romantic wedding, we could love each other with divine love, working out our differences and including God in whatever we were doing. I truly felt God’s love the most when I was with my beloved. The bickering and fights were forgiven as soon as we made peace with each other. Dietrich always said the best part of our fights was making peace.

Of course, we still hope for world peace; it is our purpose in life. Today God is actively working with humanity, even if we do not see His guiding hand yet. We need to go back to moral values to achieve peace.

The most important thing for our Heavenly Parent is that we reconnect with Him, through connecting with the church of our choosing; that we live a life of integrity, practicing the seven virtues, living a life of fidelity in our marriage, and avoiding temptations.

Today is a lucky day. Without being a missionary, we can do all of the above.

Join me in building God’s Kingdom on earth as it is in Heaven.

Your friend forever,
Elisabeth Seidel

The Dissolution of all Conflicts and Resentments

One of my husband’s colleagues at the end of his life, when he knew his days were numbered, decided to visit and reconcile with everyone he held a grudge against or had difficult feelings or resentment towards. Those people he did not want to speak to because anger and upset feelings would arise: Was he maltreated? Was he jealous? Did he failed to seek harmony and peace and love, to go the extra mile and go over the hurt coming from the others?
 
What he knew was that he was not going to take his house or savings or car with him, and he would be separated for some time from his spouse and family and friends.
 
He knew like a certainty deep down in his guts that he needed repentance, and most of all, to forgive and reconcile. This is why he went and visited many people. He did not want to break Heavenly laws. He wanted to be clear and free before God.
 
This action brought calm to his restless heart and a sense of wellbeing; no need to take heavy, ugly, spiritual baggage with him.
 
Myself, I fought my spiritual battles with numerous family members to achieve peace through service. I try to love my in-laws as much as my husband loves them or more. I kept reminding him to visit, to call, to free his schedule for them. One time I felt rejected by everyone, but Dietrich’s sister, Gisela, and I became best friends through working our way through differences to reconciliation. My own brother deeply hurt me. I repented and cried to God about this point.
 
Family conflict started at the beginning of history and multiplies to this day. The one who includes God, our Heavenly Parent, will have a better chance to resolve conflicts. We will have the power to forgive all: Koreans and Japanese, French and Germans, blacks and whites, and others.
 
God will give us direction, grace and power and forgiveness, as long as we are seeking Him. In God we trust.
 
May God bless you and your family.
Your friend Elisabeth

The Stories that Made His Romantic Green Eyes Teary: A Viennese love story

I never saw my husband cry.

There were two stories which made his eyes damp or wet. Today I will tell one of those stories.

There is a legend of the Spinnerin am Kreuz (“Spinner at the Cross”), the story of the spinning wife. Her husband, a merchant, had left for the Holy Land Crusade circa 1375.

Every time we were leaving the Austrian capital to go home by the Vienna woods, we would pass by a hill which has a statue of the Spinnerin am Kreuz, south of the city called Favoriten.

Spinnerin am Kreuz, Wiener Neustadt
Image from Wikimedia Commons

Every time Dietrich would tell me this story it made his eyes damp. It is said that the wife came to this hill every day waiting for her husband to return from the war. From there she could see far in the distance.

While she was working on spinning the wool, with diligence, she waited with hope, anticipating the return of her love. Faithfully she went there every day, but no husband came back.

People started to tell her, forget it, he will never come back, why don’t you marry again?
But instead she persevered for months or years, never giving up hope, and anticipating the return of her love.

One day as usual as she was working on her wool, and looking far in the distance, when a man in rags appeared who was begging for food. She hurried to take care of him, and suddenly realized it was him. Her husband had returned. What a joy and beauty there is in such faithfulness, after suffering and persevering to conquer her dreams.

Faithfulness made my husband eyes damp. Faithfulness is a heavenly emotion. There is value in being faithful.

To be faithful requires a strong conviction, a commitment. More than a feeling, love is a decision, Faithfulness is more than a feeling; it is a heavenly decision. Dietrich emphasized this over and over again in all his classes on marriage and family.

The first ancestors of humankind, Adam and Eve, did not keep the Commandment. They were not faithful to God and to each other. That is why there were chased out of the garden of Eden. This has been the root of unhappiness.

Today one more time God is giving us a blessing. We are entering the age of heavenly emotions. The love between husband and wife cannot be given to another. If it is, it will be destroyed.

Love between husband and wife is eternal. We pledge faithfulness, and include God in our relationship. This will bring peace in the family and ultimately peace in the world.

May God bless you and your family.
Your friend Elisabeth

The Love that Makes us Heal

On one occasion my husband Dietrich had to be hospitalized, because of different health issues. My daughter Diesa, to whom her dad is her hero, decided to fast seven days for his complete recovery. This is a long time to go without food, only water. One has to prepare mentally for that. It is a big enterprise for the body to adjust, and the mind to decide why we are fasting, and what will be the desired result.
 
On the last day of the fast, to show their support, Jessa and Nurie, two of Diesa’s friends, joined her in her offering. That very day Dietrich totally recovered.

Nurie, Jessa, and Diesa – friends forever
Diesa with her dad

I will always remember the support given to us in time of need and difficulty. Friendship is beautiful, as is the special love between father and daughter.
 
On another occasion, as Diesa was preparing to go to Haiti for a special program for young women, she flew to Vienna, Austria, with her brother Christopher to spend Christmas time with us. Two days before Christmas, their father had a stroke, turning our life around. Diesa stayed an extra two weeks with us before flying directly to Haiti. Again, she fasted three days for her beloved dad.
 

Dietrich recovered, but it was painful, long, arduous recovery. But he did recover.
 
I believe fasts, prayers, good deeds, restitutions, help the healing of body and soul, bringing credits to our spiritual accounts.
 
We might be sick because of physical causes, but also through inheritance from past generations.

 
I realized my mom’s suffering from anxiety was passed on to me. She had a tough life. Her first child was stillborn. It was during World War Two and the midwife was drunk, she told me. So, as she was carrying me, she must have been full of anxiety.
 
I remember my medical doctor Dr Teubl telling me we might inherit problems from past generations, but we can heal everything during one generation.
 
I believe also that love heals everything. My husband was for me a healer of my soul. He was also a healer to my dad. He was also a healer for many people during his lifetime.

 
The fasts, prayers, and love people bestowed on Dietrich added years to his life and made him feel better, treasured, and healed.
 
Let’s heal each other of our burdens so that the world becomes a world we truly love, and let’s love each other with the love which come from our Heavenly Parent.

Elisabeth Seidel

The Families who are Healing the Divide

My cousin Michele from Paris married a black American man after World War 2. Her beloved at that time was stationed in France as part of the American forces.

The photo below shows Michele at age 19 when she met her future husband, Belton, in Paris in 1955.

I remember her dad, Pierre my favorite uncle, was a bit shocked that his only and unique daughter was leaving her country and her family to go and have a new life in America with someone from another race.
 
True love is colorblind. I believe my cousin and all my friends who are from interracial marriages are healing the wounds created by centuries of pain, slavery, misfortune, injustice and the like. If love abides with these couples, truly their children are stunning. They are special in God’s sight. They are most beautiful, because it was the love of their parents that created them. Because they overcome it all. The pain became forgiveness. Love does not dwell in the weaknesses of the other, but covers the imperfections and the resentment.
 
Myself, I married a man of German descent, the enemy of France. The priest in my hometown, Father Durieux, said to me:
 
“I had 14 brothers and sisters and my grandparents were living with us up in the mountain. That was a huge table of 19 people over dinner. The Germans came and burned our house. This was the first time I saw my father cry. One German soldier said to him, witnessing the scene, ‘I am ashamed to be a German.’”
 
This soldier repented for his country. He was so sorry that this beautiful family of 15 kids were left with nothing. My husband also repented publicly in my hometown for the crimes of his ancestors.
 
I am also so sorry to see the anger and unrest everywhere in America today.
We also need to repent for things left unsolved. This is the time where we make the wrongs right. We say: “We are sorry, please forgive us, we love you.”
 
It is the same in the family, especially if our marriage is for healing our nations. We say to our partner: “I am sorry if I hurt you, please forgive me. I love you.”
Here are some photos of Michele and her family, and with me and my family. Michele received the Ambassador for Peace award. What a wonderful life!

Today all my love goes to these most special families who are healing the divide. World peace through ideal families. Is it not so?
 
Elisabeth Seidel

When the Family Is Well, All Is Well

When I was very sick one day, and could not get out of bed, my son, a young teenager at that time, made a soup for me with all kind of fresh and colorful vegetables. It reminded me of my mom’s vegetable soup from the mountains of the French alps. Her soup was the best soup one can ever have, because her garden grew in idyllic nature and was tended every day with utmost sincerity.

So, the son of the house was making a soup for me. From my bed, I was already rejoicing. I was surprised he could cut the vegetables perfectly, and put together all these delicious products of the earth in a big pot to simmer.

I remember the taste of that hot soup, made with all my son’s heart and attention, and care. Is it not so, that we always remember things which are offered with love?

The soup tasted so good. Spiritual elements can go into the food when it is prepared with good feelings. The spiritual elements, the love, in the soup went deep into my bones, reviving me from feverish slumber, and starting the healing process. The soup really helped me get out of bed that day.

This is a good memory of my son’s filial piety.

Every day let us make good memories from our life. And if we have none or just a few, then we need to rewrite our life stories.

Always with love, your friend Elisabeth

L’espoir fait vivre

When my daughter Diesa was in her early twenties, she planned a trip to Haiti to lead a camp for a young girls’ basketball program called “Raise her” in January 2010.

Arriving in Haiti she met the amazing Dr. Renee who created the Haitian Academy, with whom she would work on her program for the girls. One day, as she was waiting in one of the classrooms for the next group of girls who were late, all of a sudden she had an intuition, a gut feeling, an impulse out of the blue to grab her bag and get out as fast as she could.

At that moment of stepping out, she felt as if a big truck was rolling after her as the buildings started crumbling around her. It was the big Haitian earthquake which hit the island. Because she intuitively recognized God’s premonition she could be safe. Soon after that episode, Dr Renee drove the school bus with Diesa to check on the casualties and bring people to the hospital, as much as they could. It was untold hardship to hear people screaming under buildings. At this point Diesa was drafted to the hospital, where she was attending patients and putting her hand to things she had never done before, like putting a cast on someone, or encouraging people with words when no medicine could be found.

She said it was amazing how people responded to words of care, of love, of reassurance, words of comfort, of hope: “You will be OK, you are tough, you will make it.” Men, women and children were grabbing her arm or hand, or leg, thinking she was the American doctor, who could do everything and anything and with her around they would be OK; they would be safe. In Haiti, their motto is: l’espoir fait vivre – Hope brings life.

As for me at home, seeing and hearing the horrific news on television about the devastating earthquake, and trying to keep my husband away from the news, I did not hear from my daughter. During the longest 48 hours of my life, my dear friend Inge was with me, trying also to make sense of it all, and she kept saying to me, “She is tough, she is strong, she will make it,” doing with me what Diesa was doing at the hospital.

Finally, Diesa could find a computer and email us a message which said:

I am ok!!! Be strong and courageous, and do not be afraid or discouraged, for the lord God, my God is with you (1 Cor 28:20). I am using internet at a missionary s house which only works sometimes. No cell services anywhere. Please tell my mom I am OK. I love you all. Pray for Haiti. We need medical help. Hospitals collapsed.

As I was finishing writing this story this morning, I read in one of my emails a friend of mine quoting John F. Kennedy, one of our past presidents, who closed his inaugural address with these words:

With a good conscience, our only sure reward, with history the final judge of our deeds, let us go forth to lead the land we love, asking HIS blessing and HIS help, but knowing that here on earth God’s work must truly be our own.

Be safe, be home, be tough.
Blessings from your friend, Elisabeth

May all our Dreams Come True

One night, during a very difficult time in my life, I had a beautiful dream.

When the going gets tough, the tough get going, they say. But at this moment I could not keep going. It was like an invisible enemy was disrupting my life, and attacking me with invisible weapons. Everything seemed at the darkest point; no light or hope in view.

I also knew that when the darkest moment of the night peaks, the dawn is near.

This is when we search for God, for a meaning, for a solution. On our knees, we try to shed tears of repentance not just for ourselves, but for our family, our ancestors, and our country.

In my dream that night, I was at a place called East garden, where there was a gathering of holy people. Saints, you might call them. The holy lady in charge of the gathering saw my tears and she came to me, first looking at all this profuse water coming out of my eyes. And as each drop was falling on my cheeks, one by one she was drinking them, leaving me with a heavenly emotion of wellbeing, hope, joy, peace and love. As God promises us in the book of Revelation that He will dry all our tears.

Today, as America and the world experience a darkest point, we know we cannot do it alone. We need to bring back our Heavenly Parent into our life. He has a plan. We are all his children. Let us pray and take responsibility. Then God will lead America and the world to the kingdom of heaven on earth as it is in heaven.

Good heavenly forces are coming from above. God will dry all our tears. The time is near.

May God bless you and your family. Your friend Elisabeth