2016 World Journals II

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2016 World Journals II by Barbara Wolf, Margaret Anderson

The book begins with the exciting journey of Barbara Wolf and Margaret Anderson to the United Arab Emirates and then to India as speakers. Then they write about the Netherlands, where they participated in the International Day of Peace at The Hague. They go to Niagara Falls to use the powerful energies to help stabilize the continent, and at Onondaga Lake, they work to help heal this most poisonous lake in the world. Also, they worked worldwide to energize water. For the winter solstice, they participated in a joyous event at the Cathedral of Saint John the Divine in New York City, and they also participated in singing at the fascinating Brooklyn Tabernacle. They love their travels, and they love writing to the world about these travels.

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ISBN-13: 9781524658823
Publisher: AuthorHouse
Publication date: 01/18/2017
Pages: 130
Product dimensions: 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.28(d)

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2016 World Journals II


By Barbara Wolf, Margaret Anderson

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Copyright © 2017 Barbara Wolf and Margaret Anderson
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ISBN: 978-1-5246-5882-3



CHAPTER 1

United Arab Emirates and India


From Barbara:

November 5, 2016, Joan, our taxi driver, picks us up at the reasonable hour of 9 a.m. and takes us to the airport for a flight to New York City's JFK Airport. We are headed to Dubai in the United Arab Emirates and then to India.

How wonderful to leave at such a COMFORTABLE hour. Usually, Joan drives us to the airport at a very early morning hour. Well, not this time.

We take a Delta flight to JFK and when we land at New York's big airport, our plane cruises slowly along the ground to reach Delta's terminal. During this slow ground cruise, I see a big batch of airplanes parked at a long terminal for the Emirates. I know we will take one of them to Dubai.

When our plane is parked at its gate, we tag along with an assistant who reduces mightily our need to untangle the proper way to reach the Emirates planes. We need to walk here and we need to walk there and then we need to take a bus to another terminal and on and on.

Well, we do reach the Emirates terminal and we do board the proper plane for Dubai and we do settle down in seats 49A and 49B to tolerate twelve hours and fifty minutes flying time.

Actually, the ride is not intolerable. The plane moves along steadily without bumping here and there and the stewardess and two stewards, always with smiles, treat us attentively. Food and drink come steadily throughout the trip.

I watch on TV the progress of our flight.

When we reach Dubai, and this in not the first time I have been here. I am ready for its VERY BIG airport facilities. Two assistants are waiting to guide Margaret and me because my feeling is that this place is so big and so complex, one could get lost for hours.

Well, our assistants solve the 'getting lost' problem, and they, two Filipinos speaking excellent English, guide us easily through the passport checks, the baggage checks, etc, etc. When we leave the last baggage check and we are ready to exit the terminal, we approach a line of men holding signs with the names of passengers. And yes, sure enough, I see my name with Margaret's name on one of the signs. Good! This man will drive us to our hotel. It has been prearranged.

We will be taken to the Wyndham Dubai Marina Hotel which is only a couple blocks from the Persian Gulf.

The Persian Gulf, after all, is a main reason for stopping at Dubai rather than going directly to India where Margaret and I will be speakers at a big conference. The water of the Gulf needs help. It is part of a big water system that needs help. The Arabian Sea to the Gulf of Oman to the Persian Gulf to the Tigris River and the Euphrates River which reach to the center of Turkey.

How many centuries have these waterways been used by humanity? The water cannot speak. Is the use always a good one? No thoughts of aggression? Only peace thoughts?

Margaret and I will send loving thoughts to the waterways!

As the driver is taking us to the Wyndham Dubai Marina Hotel, I look out the car windows at Dubai. I think my first time visiting the city was in 2007, and about five times since then.

In the 'old days', the city was small. Today? VERY LARGE AND GROWING MOMENT BY MOMENT. I look at the expressway we are using to reach the hotel. A first class expressway. Many cars are using it, and most cars look new. The newspaper called Gulf News says by 2019, three years from now, there will be self-driving vehicles. Also, in the near future, Dubai will have hydrogen-powered taxis that can go 500 kilometers without needing to be refueled. The refueling can take only minutes, which, according to the Gulf News, is better than electric cars that take longer to recharge.

Yes, Dubai has gone a long way since I first visited this place in 2007. I am looking at VERY TALL, thin skyscrapers. What businesses are located in these VERY TALL, thin skyscrapers? I think they are worldwide businesses and so probably there are people from around the world who go there.

In 2002, Dubai Healthcare City (DHCC) was started to give high quality, free healthcare to those living in Dubai as well as those living around the world. Over one million people visit yearly, and the number continues to increase. There are more than 120 medical facilities including a number of hospitals as well as more than 4,000 licensed professionals.

Yes, Dubai is an incredible place to visit. And, there are many hotels to hold those who come here, for whatever reason.

When our driver reaches the Wyndham Dubai Marina Hotel, helpful hotel crew take our bags to the front desk and we are given an already-assigned room on the twenty-second floor. A look out the window shows us a piece of the Persian Gulf. Not a full length as I had expected, but never mind. Tomorrow morning our friend Salwa Zeidan will come with her driver to take us wherever we want to go.

She is the owner of an art gallery who lives 'down the road' from Dubai in a city called Abu Dhabi, and we are anxious to see her. We remain good friends even though we live 'on the other side of the world'.

I first met her a bit over ten years ago when I was a speaker in Istanbul. Salwa and her son were sitting across from me at a big table when we were dinner guests (with about forty others) of Mevlana, head of The World Brotherhood Union, author of The Knowledge Book.

We, Salwa and her son, became friends and from this first meeting with each other, we became such good friends that I went with two others to Abu Dhabi to meet Salwa and lecture at four female universities. The arrangements were made by her close friend, the sheikh in charge of education. Especially female education. This was an incredible experience! The sheikh not only arranged the lectures, but transportation and everything else. We even briefly met him.

In any case, the United Arab Emirates is not a strange place for me. I like this place.


It is now November 7, a bit before noon, and Salwa is at the hotel with her driver to take us to the waters of the Persian Gulf. Margaret has Vortex Symbols ready to put into the water.

*See Glossary: Vortex Symbols.

The driver is a Filipino who can speak English, and so we can speak to him. He takes us past Burj Al Arab, Tower of the Arabs, which looks like an extraordinarily tall sail. The sheikh who arranged for us lectures at four female universities a few years ago booked a free night at a fancy hotel near Burj Al Arab, a tall artificial sail where one can take an elevator up the interior to have coffee, tea, a meal, etc.

Well, now the Filipino driver is driving us beyond this unusual sail place and Salwa is now speaking with someone via an iPod in her hand. She is asking for the name of a place of a restaurant where we can have a fish lunch. Yes! There is a nearby place, and our Filipino driver stops here almost immediately. It is a small place with an outside dining area, and we seat ourselves outside with others who are mainly male. They look like fisherman. Well, maybe.

In any case, Salwa selects a fish with the restaurant owner, and while it is cooking, we go with her to walk on a pier that takes us a bit away from the shore. As we are walking on the pier, we give LOVE to the water, from 'top to bottom' -- from the Arabian Sea to the Gulf of Oman to the Persian Gulf to the Tigris River and the Euphrates River.

With her iPod, Salwa takes a photograph of us standing on the pier at the water, and she sends it to Margaret's computer in the U.S.A. This photograph with its wonderful memories waits for us to return.

We now join our Filipino driver at the small restaurant to eat outside the fish that has been cooking since we walked to the water and the pier. IT IS DELICIOUS!

After lunch, our only thought is for the Filipino driver to take us to a beach where Margaret can draw Vortexes at the water's edge. When we do reach a beach, it is a wide one, very wide, and it is packed with white sand. Beautiful!

Few people are on the beach and no vehicles except one van that looks like a Security van. We want to park our car on the beach so Margaret will not need to walk far to the shoreline, but, are we to drive on the beach? Tire tracks on the packed white sand tell us that others have driven on the beach. Well, the Security van makes a decision for us. It begins to move down the beach and in a few moments, there is no van to say 'no' to us if we park on the beach.

We do this and Margaret takes the Vortexes down a slope to the water's edge. We cannot see her but we know she has reached her destination.

And then the Security van returns and stops beside us! Oh! Oh! He rolls down his window and says something to me in Arabic. In English, I give him a reply that I do not understand him, and Salwa gets out of the car and begins talking to him in Arabic in a friendly manner. He listens patiently and makes a remark or two and she continues talking to him in a friendly manner. From the car, I watch, and I know that this Security man has decided to let matters run their own way. We can stay parked on the beach. Salwa has pointed to where Margaret is putting down the Vortexes, and even though I cannot understand the Arabic language, I see that he is not negative.

When Margaret finishes, reappears and gets into the car, Salwa gets in, too, and our Filipino driver begins to slowly move the car toward the road and off the beach. I sit closest to the Security man and he gives us a short wave. One wave, as I know is common here. Well, I give him my common custom -- a smile and quick waves back and forth without stopping. He sees this and with a smile, he begins imitating me -- short waves back and forth.

What fun!

And now it is time to return to our hotel and say goodbye to Salwa and her driver. We tell Salwa we will wait for her photographs to reach home.


* * *

INDIA

November 8 arrives and it is time to fly from Dubai to Delhi, capitol of India. Or, is it officially called New Delhi? When we are in the capital, we see road signs using both names.

Our Emirates flight from Dubai leaves at 10 a.m., and so, to be certain there is no delay from our hotel to the airport, we leave at 6 a.m. via a hotel shuttle. At this hour, we feel there will be few cars on the road to make delays, and we are right. Within a half hour, we are at the airport.

And now, how do we find the correct departure gate? We are taken to Terminal 3, and it is HUGE. Fortunately, some airport workers are already working at this early hour, and they direct us to the correct bus to take us to our gate.

Yes, I think the Emirates is the biggest airline company in the world. When one sees a global map of red lines showing where they fly, it is mind-boggling.

Well, today we are taking a relatively small plane to Delhi. Our seats are 27A and 27C with no one sitting at 27B until the last moment before departure when a heavy-set Indian woman sits down. She speaks English, as do many Indians, and we are soon talking with her. She tells us that it is the time of Diwali, an important festival of lights to celebrate yearly a victory of light over darkness and good over evil. Millions of lights are shown on house roofs and buildings, and there is the traditional burning of fires for five days. This year, she says, the burning of fires has created air pollution so severe, schools have been closed for three days.

Margaret suggests that fires should not be allowed, and the woman immediately dismisses this, saying the burning is a tradition. I realize that if Margaret had suggested to someone that the Christmas holiday should not be allowed, there would be the same negative reaction.

In any case, Margaret and I know now that Delhi will be heavily polluted. We do not tell the hefty woman sitting with us that one of the main reasons for stopping there is to judge the extent of air pollution. A few years ago, when we were in Delhi, the pollution was, in our opinion, extreme. We saw homeless people sitting on curbs and some males using trees as toilets, and we wondered then how the homeless can exist day and night with such pollution. Now, it is worse. When we are landing, we see no normal blue sky. Only black.

How can a child survive who is born here with a breathing problem?

In any case, when we land at Delhi, we are assisted by two airport workers of Bangladeshi origin. One of them speaks very good English, and we are telling him that a few years ago in New York City we listened to Muhammad Yunus, a Bangladeshi, who was the first to conceive of microfinancing and he put it to work for the ordinary Bangladeshi. This concept spread rapidly and enthusiastically, and Muhammad Yunus was awarded a Nobel Peace Prize.

It puzzles me that the two Bangladeshi working at the Delhi Airport do not seem to understand what I am saying. Here they are, working a great number of miles from their homeland because they need money and the airplane companies need English-speaking workers to accommodate those who are flying. English tends to be a common language.

But, if the two Bangladeshi working at the Delhi Airport had stayed home and entered the microfinancing system of getting money, wouldn't that be an easier way to live?

Well, the two at the airport are a big help to Margaret and me. When we manage to end the traditional system of passport control, baggage acknowledgement, etc., and we are ready to find a shuttle person holding a sign with our names, there is no shuttle person holding a sign with our names.

WHAT ARE WE TO DO?????

One Bangladeshi knows exactly what to do. Immediately, he uses his cell phone to call the hotel, and within five minutes he has an answer. The shuttle person has been delayed while making his way to the airport and so Margaret and I should wait.

We wait less than five minutes and the shuttle driver arrives. HURRAY!!! That problem is quickly solved.

We say good-bye to the two Bangladeshi and we climb into the shuttle car to go to the WelcomHotel Dwarka about a half hour from the airport.

And yes, before we arrive, we realize that Dwarka is probably the name of a suburb of Delhi. Undoubtedly, this is the reason why the word Dwarka is attached to the hotel's name.

Well, the WelcomHotel Dwarka is, in my opinion, a FIRST CLASS hotel. WOW! And it is not all that expensive. Again, we booked this hotel through Hotels.com.

Inside, we look at a large dining room, and we learn there are set times for eating a buffet-style breakfast, lunch, and dinner. However, if we want to eat at a time different from the buffet-presented meal times, we can also do that. Chefs are always on duty to cook for us.

We are hungry and the buffet-style meals have not yet begun. However, a smiling dining room hostess tells us to sit down anyway and the chefs will cook what we want.

We tell her we write books and in our next book we want to include the hotel's name and her name because she and the hotel are being so gracious. She points to her nametag that has the name of Nancy and we are surprised. How can an Indian woman have a common American name? It is her grandmother's name, she says. She has been named after her grandmother. Well, all of this is a surprise.

We have a delicious meal in the big dining room with only ourselves eating and then we decide to go outside the hotel to sit at a pool built to entertain swimmers and those who want to sit on chairs at the water.

As for Margaret and me, once we are at the pool, will air pollution drive us inside the hotel again?

Yes.

No one is at this beautiful outside place, and we think that pollution has put a 'no' stamp on thoughts of being there. We stay a few minutes and return to the hotel interior.

As a substitute for siting at the pool, we discuss whether or not we should hire someone to drive us on a quick tour of Delhi. We know this city. It is not a stranger to us, but We go to the front desk to ask about making a short afternoon tour of Delhi. Well, the reply is not encouraging. One has to make plans in advance.

And also, we ask ourselves, do we really want to leave the hotel and breathe pollution? No. So, we decide to watch on television comments about the U.S.A. election that has just happened. A woman running for the Presidential office has received 2 million votes more than her opponent and yet she has lost the race. Is this a custom throughout the world?

November 10, 2:10 p.m. we are aboard a Jet Airways flight to Lucknow, India, our ultimate destination for this journey to the United Arab Emirates and India and we have something in our pockets that we do not expect to have. The Indian rupees we bought at the hotel in Delhi. Less than twenty-four hours after we buy them, we turn them in for dollars at the front desk where we bought them. And, guess what -our desire is rejected. The rupees cannot be returned for dollars. The Indian government has put a 'hold' on changing rupee currency.

WHAT??????????????????!!!!!!!!

How can a government that has been operating days, weeks, months, years and years and years and years, suddenly say that rupees cannot be exchanged for other money?

We just bought the rupees YESTERDAY!!!!!

Well, apparently there has been counterfeit or something like that going on and so the government has put down a hammer saying STOP. No more exchange of money.

At the airport, we try to change the money. No. Later, when we return to the U.S.A., we try at airports. No. We try at banks. No.

WOW!

Well, we need to change our negative reaction to the positive. The experience gives us an understanding of how millions are feeling just now that they have no good money. We only lost a little money, seventy dollars exchanged for rupees. Others may have lost EVERYTHING. The rupees we have will forever remind us of what has happened.


(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

Acknowledgements, vii,
Foreword, ix,
Introduction, xiii,
Chapter 1 United Arab Emirates and India, 1,
Chapter 2 United Arab Emirates and India, 18,
Chapter 3 The Netherlands, 30,
Chapter 4 Philadelphia, 48,
Chapter 5 Farmington Quaker Meeting, 57,
Chapter 6 Niagara Falls, 63,
Chapter 7 Onondaga Lake, 77,
Chapter 8 Canandaigua, 84,
Chapter 9 Energizing Water, 90,
Chapter 10 Winter Solstice, 99,
Glossary, 111,
Vortex Symbols, 113,

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