Tag Archive: Religion and Spirituality


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From Gypsy Spirit Wind:

Today i feel the need to send this out…this i have sent over and over to my much loved soul friend, with her cancer, i want to tell you the news of this ..Not… serious ..just gone… to an operation to remove her gallbladder , and slight lingering complications, these prayers , etc do work…
it is not the method, it is the faith in whatever you believe..
Namaste

To send karmic thanks and blessings to someone as well as healing…

Either think of the person you are sending to, or while looking at a picture of them.

Recite the following incantation as many times as you feel necessary:

With love and gratitude I send to you,
Thanks for everything you do.
You’re there for me in times of need,
Your deeds are pure and free from greed.
I thank you dearly for all your care
such devotion is really rare.
I wish you happiness, I wish you love,
May you be blessed by those above.
May karma find its way to you,
And repay you for the things you do.
For this is what I wish today
that all good things shall come your way!
May this not be reversed,
Or placed upon us as any curse.
With harm to none,
It will be done!

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The Sacred Seven Prayers.

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From Gypsy Spirit Wind:

O Great Spirit, who art before all else and who dwells in every object, in every person and in every place, we cry unto Thee. We summon… Thee from the far places into our present awareness.

O Great Spirit of the North, who gives wings to the waters of the air and rolls the thick snowstorm before Thee, Who covers the Earth with a sparkling crystal carpet above whose deep tranquillity every sound is beautiful. Temper us with strength to withstand the biting blizzards, yet make us thankful for the beauty which follows and lies deep over the warm Earth in its wake.

O Great Spirit of the East, the land of the rising Sun, Who holds in Your right hand the years of our lives and in Your left the opportunities of each day. Brace us that we may not neglect our gifts nor lose in laziness the hopes of each day and the hopes of each year.

O Great Spirit of the South, whose warm breath of compassion melts the ice that gathers round our hearts, whose fragrance speaks of distant springs and summer days, dissolve our fears, melt our hatreds, kindle our love into flames of true and living realities. Teach us that he who is truly strong is also kind, he who is wise tempers justice with mercy, he who is truly brave matches courage with compassion.

O Great Spirit of the West, the land of the setting Sun, with Your soaring mountains and free, wide rolling prairies, bless us with knowledge of the peace which follows purity of striving and the freedom which follows like a flowing robe in the winds of a well-disciplined life. Teach us that the end is better than the beginning and that the setting sun glorifies not in vain.

O Great Spirit of the heavens, in the day’s infinite blue and amid the countless stars of the night season, remind us that you are vast, that you are beautiful and majestic beyond all of our knowing or telling, but also that you are no further from us than the tilting upwards of our heads and the raising of our eyes.

O Great Spirit of Mother Earth beneath our feet, Master of metals, Germinator of seeds and the Storer of the Earth’s unreckoned resources, help us to give thanks unceasingly for Your present bounty.

O Great Spirit of our souls, burning in our heart’s yearning and in our innermost aspirations, speak to us now and always so that we may be aware of the greatness and goodness of Your gift of life and be worthy of this priceless privilege of living.

By Noel Knockwood B.A. Elder

 

New Converts! – LOL

Pastafari Katz! This wonderful new religion is growing like there is no tomorrow…

From عجايب (๏̯͡๏)

From عجايب (๏̯͡๏)

The Power to Endure.

English: Modern bronze statue of Julius Caesar...

English: Modern bronze statue of Julius Caesar, Rimini, Italy. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

When one looks at the world from an upside-down, inside-out perspective, things which you and everybody else have always taken for granted, suddenly stop making sense. Think about the following: survival of the strongest, is this really true? Actually yes, but who is the strongest? Remember that history has always been recorded by the victors!

 

But let us ask ourselves one question: if you look at the lives of people over a long period of time and under extremely difficult circumstances, which is the harder thing to do A) to suffer and endure B) to kill, maim and exploit your brothers and sisters of humanity? Does not force of arms denote an inability to endure? Is this not the easy way out? Those Lords and Ladies, who say that they have built, have not, but have destroyed and taken the lives of countless others. The real builders are the little people, who have fed them and theirs over the centuries. Food for thought?

 

Let us take some other examples. Who was the stronger: Jesus Christ or emperor Julius Caesar? The Buddha or the founder of the Ming dynasty? What ultimately survives: aggression and oppression or love and kindness?

 

Embrace Your Inner Child.

From Rayven Parker:

What you feel coming to you has no words, no shape or form. It’s the freedom of your own soul that you don’t know how to integrate yet as it is new to you. Don’t worry about your ego self. See the helpless child behind it that is trying to handle a situation that is beyond its ability. Do a meditation in which you embrace this child and let it know that it is loved but no longer has to do the job as the real power is home now. Then either integrate it in your heart or give it to the angels, >>>

 

Children of the Wind II

The Flute Player

The Flute Player (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Thrumming echos in the night.

Pulsating dots of bright red light.

Kindred spirits searching, yearning,

longing, hoping to connect.

Their need to share the joy,

the wonder and love blatantly obvious,

but ignored by the blinkered, the harnessed.

Oppression of the soul, a disease of our times,

withers the Children of the Wind.

Winter of Man is upon us!

Let us pray for the spring…

 

 

 

Meditation is not easy.

Meditation

Meditation (Photo credit: atsukosmith)

From High Existence dot Com :

Many people read about the benefits of meditating for 20 minutes each day and try to do just that, resulting in discouraging failure.

Meditating for 20 minutes the first time is like trying to bench 450lb on your first day at the gym. Or attempting a black diamond course your first day on skis.

It’s going to end in frustration and boredom, and will likely taint meditation for a long time. Meditation then feels like a difficult chore as opposed to something natural, centering and pleasurable.

Instead, shoot for just 30 seconds. Once you can go the whole time without your mind wandering, double the duration. Repeat.

When your mind does wander, don’t be down on yourself! Simply accept it and center your thoughts once more. Becoming frustrated about this will only set you back further.

You’ll work your way to 20 minutes in no time.

To read more interesting articles, check out the link above!

A Prayer to Michael.

Archangel of Mercy,
to Michael this plea,
on behalf of my friends,
to give them some sign
from one who was lost.

Unburden their hearts,
bring them some light,
a message from the Lord,
that all will be right,
reunited in love, up above.

Please, hear my prayer
for these unselfish souls,
unblemished and kind to a fault,
please bring a halt
to the hurt and the pain…

Angels Watching!

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From Gypsy Spirit Wind :

Mages gather, faeries unite,
The world is troubled, earth is torn.
Astral beings gathering strength,
Against the rising, terrible force, …
The beast has risen, now awake,
This path must run its course.
The sirens call, the banshees wail,
The armies will assemble,
Angels will gather arms of light,
Living and dead will tremble.
The core of earth will open up,
And lend dragons to the cause,
Earth and Fire, Air and water,
All will convene for these wars.
Spirits, sprites, elves and orcs,
And the children of the light,
Will subdue the deepest darkness,
And stand together in the fight.
The end will be a beginning,
The world will be reborn,
The darkness will be banished,
In the glory of the dawn.

White Witches Unite!

From witchofforestgrove.com

Tree of light – From witchofforestgrove.com

During my excursions on the internet I have stumbled onto many lone witches, who practice their magic in the privacy of their own homes. Simple or not so simple people, who feel a connection to Mother Earth and as their prime directive have: Love all beings, period!

Apart from this, they can be of any additional belief system, any race and in any geographical location. However, they all have in common that they are not interested in making money with what they know, nor do they seek fame or recognition. Some do not call themselves witches, either because they do not realise how blessed they are or because they want to avoid a stigma that still surrounds the label.

In the sense mentioned above, I guess I can call myself a witch, although not an accomplished one. I do however believe that love is the most important thing there is and that it is a living, breathing force. The source or the well of it, wherever it may stem from, is inexhaustible and if you choose to let it flow, it grows and grows, in you and in others! The ripple-effect is the cause of this phenomenon.

I’ve been wondering whether we could form a very informal coven of sorts, to span the globe and in this way form a grid of love to counterbalance the negative influences of all the aggression, greed and other unsavoury energies that thrive everywhere!? This need not be a big thing, but a simple coördination of our lone efforts along a predetermined time frame. Please give me your constructive thoughts on the matter, whoever you are and wherever you’re from.

Tribute to Sheila & Kent.

From esoteriktoursuk.com

From esoteriktoursuk.com

My Gran is definitely not a man,
but the most feminine of women,
a personification of the Mother,
a breathing testament to love.

A selfless love for all living things,
whether teeny-tiny or quite large.

The champion of the underdog
and companion to an ubercat,
the tenderest of merry witches,
complete with hat and broom.

Bound to her handsome groom
by a love that conquers all.

Today it be thirty-one winters,
let us pray for that many more!
A shining beacon of bonded trust
for the rest of us to only dream of.

All hail to the witch of West-Virginia
and her fine specimen of a man!

I Do Not Smile All The Time!

English: Smile

English: Smile (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I do not smile all the time! I have a choice. I could scream with rage at the injustice of some of the blows that life has dealt me (and I’ve lent a hand), but what would it change? Not one little bit!

On the other hand, I could (and I do) look for the beauty in every ray of sunshine and in every raindrop. Even in every teardrop, because that is part of the majesty of life!

I have learned to smile through my clown’s tears, because I KNOW that love is not gone. I have merely misplaced it temporarily. Not even that! I am experiencing it on multiple levels, every second of every day, because I am attuned to its music. It lifts me up out of the drudgery that some would force upon me. And it’s not so very difficult: I am just being ME! I say to everyone: take me or leave me, just the way I am.

Do you see my open hand? It is not empty! It is filled with endless possibilities and a capacity for tenderness that has made several weep for joy. So, what do you choose to see, just the air that surrounds the hand and caresses it or the good energy flowing through it? And if you lower your defences for just one instant, it might touch you in a way that would surprise you.

As ever, the choice is yours!!!

A Love-Light.

ANDROMEDA

ANDROMEDA (Photo credit: xn44)

I’d like to be a quantum man,
a human being squared,
an entity of so-much-more-then,
an element of sorts.

I’d consort with sprites and faeries
and I’d travel on the winds.
Water-whispers ‘d hold no secrets
from yours truly in spirit form.

I’d listen to a seed grow
and scratch a mountain’s itch.
Transporting to Andromeda
would go off without a hitch.

Creating a new species though
might prove to be a bitch,
for however much one’s squared
or tripled, no-one could equal God.

Not that I aspire to such a lofty station.

To just be a twinkling love-light,
that would do me fine;
to bring bliss and happiness
to yours and theirs and mine…

For The Children! – Pause.

Stained glass at St John the Baptist's Anglica...

Stained glass at St John the Baptist’s Anglican Church http://www.stjohnsashfield.org.au, Ashfield, New South Wales. Illustrates Jesus’ description of himself “I am the Good Shepherd” (from the Gospel of John, chapter 10, verse 11). This version of the image shows the detail of his face. The memorial window is also captioned: “To the Glory of God and in Loving Memory of William Wright. Died 6th November, 1932. Aged 70 Yrs.” (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

From Lieven Grillaert

Just found this….. nice :-) :::: ====> Twas’ 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38   when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven’s gate.   Their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air.   They could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.   They were filled with such joy, they didn’t know what to say. …  They remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day.   “Where are we?” asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse.   “This is heaven.” declared a small boy. “we’re spending Christmas at   God’s house.”   When what to their wondering eyes did appear,   the children gathered near.   He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same.   Then He opened His arms and He called them by name.   And in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring   Those children all flew into the arms of their King   and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace,   one small girl turned and looked at Jesus’ face.   And as if He could read all the questions she had,   He gently whispered to her, “I’ll take care of mom and dad.”   Then He looked down on earth, the world far below   He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe…   then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,   “Let My power and presence re-enter this land!”   “may this country be delivered from the hands of fools”   “I’m taking back my nation. I’m taking back my schools!”   then He and the children stood up without a sound.   “Come now my children, let me show you around.”   excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran.   All displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.   and I heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight,   “In the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT.”

I Only hope… – Pause

HOPE

HOPE (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

From my ever so wonderful Gran, Sheila – Sheila Kuhn

I only hope to remain magical, I only hope to never ever take myself too seriously, or start to believe that anyone ever owns anything or anyone. I only hope to never ever grow bitter and begin to imagine that my sorrow is deeper than anyone else’s sorrow. I only hope to always believe in guardian angels, compassion, random kindness and sizzling romance that lasts forever. I only hope that the only drug that gets me really high is puppy breath.


Words to live by!

Angels Playing.

Petit nacré

Petit nacré (Photo credit: ComputerHotline)

I saw two angels playing
to an audience of their peers.
A friendly game it was.
Flitting,  diving, weaving,
mother-of-pearl wings aglow.

Their auras shining brightly
with translucent pastel hues,
a dripping rain-forest of fire.

Even God was clapping,
for an angelic double helix
is a marvel to behold.

And when the game was over,
the two did present themselves,
out of sainted breath.

The Great Umpire called a draw.
The prize for NOT having a winner:
a divine hug for one and all.

~ Iroquois Thanksgiving ~ Pause!

An Iroquois dancer in costume

An Iroquois dancer in costume (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

From Sheila Kuhn

We return thanks to our mother, the earth,
which sustains us.
We return thanks to the rivers and streams,
which supply us with water.
We return thanks to all herbs,
which furnish medicines for the cure of our diseases.
We return thanks to the moon and stars,
which have given to us their light when the sun was gone.
We return thanks to the sun,
that has looked upon the earth with a beneficent eye.
Lastly, we return thanks to the Great Spirit,
in Whom is embodied all goodness,
and Who directs all things for the good of Her children.

A Different Future?

Go to the Future

Go to the Future (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

RE-arranging particles of energy

into an unfamiliar pattern,

trying to change a future,

but force is not the answer.

Instead on loves them into being.

A gentle flowing stream of events,

of gathering up threads from the past

and re-aligning them along the road

that lead to that shining light,

which beckons in the far distance.

Allow, not coerce the pieces of the puzzle

to fall into place, with tenderness and gentle grace.

Recognizing mistakes and giving them the chance

to correct themselves of their own accord.

All, I’m sure you’ll understand,

within the precepts of the Lord.

I have found a way around Makhtub:

What is written, can be re-interpreted!

 

Om Mani Padme Hung Mandala Thangka.

Thangkas

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A Message From A Wise Man!

Tenzin Gyatso (14th Dalai Lama) 2008, 2005 & 2...

Tenzin Gyatso (14th Dalai Lama) 2008, 2005 & 2004 (Finalist in 2009) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Given the scale of life in the cosmos, one human life is no more than a tiny blip. Each one of us is a just visitor to this planet, a guest, who will only stay for a limited time. What greater folly could there be than to spend this short time alone, unhappy or in conflict with our companions? Far better, surely, to use our short time here in living a meaningful life, enriched by our sense of connection with others and being of service to them.

What is This Mask I’m Wearing?

Oscar Wilde, three-quarter length portrait, fa...

Oscar Wilde, three-quarter length portrait, facing front, seated, leaning forward, left elbow resting on knee, hand to chin, holding walking stick in right hand, wearing coat. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Something inexplicable is happening to me. Inside I feel like a young man, who could daintily hop from mountaintop to mountaintop, who is agile in the extreme and above all young at heart. But when I wake up, everything goes „Auch“ and when I look in the mirror some old git stares back at me. Who is this stranger? If this is carnival, why can I not take off my mask? And let us not forget the grotesque suit, which looks bedraggled in the extreme. How could this happen, when inside I still feel like a young and strong Adonis?

Was I perhaps abducted by aliens, who instead of my wholesome, healthy and handsome body, took some cruel pleasure in returning a decrepid replica? Or did the late Oscar Wilde put a reverse curse on me, by forcing me to go through life looking like shite, when some picture of the real and beautiful me hangs on the wall of one of his indifferent progeny? Oscar, wait till I get my hands on you!

Only a couple of years ago, I met this enchanting young women and we got on like a house on fire. It actually clicked and this is a situation that does not occur often. It all went pear-shaped when the young lady came out with the silly notion that she would go or me, but that I was too old! Who? A young spritely filly like me? This is what I wondered, until that accursed mirror brought me back to this insipid reality.

I can not for the life of me understand why some days I feel the weight of several centuries on my shoulders and on other days I feel the wonder of an infant at the sight of what seems mundane to others. I can only hope that I am in the middle of some foul nightmare and that I am bound to wake up very soon. Or else that more people take the trouble to look into my eyes and witness the youth of my soul! Cheerio, folks…

P.S.: For my next reincarnation, I’ve decided that I want to come back as an old man and then progressively grow younger. Question of really going out(or should I say “in”) with a bang!

A Tree’s Poem.

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The wind it combs my branches.

The sun drenches my leaves.

The rain it feeds my every need

as the soil nurtures my being.

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I sing a song of birds and things.

I dream of having wings.

My brethren sooth my ancient soul

with silent understanding.

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My sisters bear the fruits

to nourish all the needy.

In Mother’s warm embrace we dwell

and show our happy faces.

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We weave our spells of magick

for those of you who see

and offer up our life’s blood

for the sake of Earth’s survival.

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Do treat us kindly, friends,

leave us our little corner.

There is room enough for all,

if you are not too greedy!

Of Hills and Valleys…

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Let me lift up a tip of Ralphie’s veil and show you my magic. I shall take you on a trip along the valleys and the hills of a landscape, sculpted for the sole purpose of an exchange of energy, the one commonly known as Love. We shall travel this land together, you, my yet to encounter twin soul and me, Ralphie. I am a shape-shifter, I will be what you need me to be and more, whilst at the same time always remaining myself, immutable as time.

I am also an artist and a painter foremost. However, this time I shall endeavour to sculpt an experience with words, which I shall view in my mind’s eye. It is up to you, dear reader, to translate my words into an epic to suit you, pushing yourself to the limits of your imagination and possibly even beyond. Are you ready? Fasten your seatbelts!

Sweetheart, my love is boundless,  there is no limit. If life has turned your inner garden into a barren desert, I shall transform it into a luscious dreamscape. If your wanderings have made you thirsty, I shall be your life-bringing water. If you have lost the way and have, through misfortune, descended into darkness, I shall be the bright comet that lights your way back to the safety of my embrace. If life’s turmoil has left you shaken and shivering with fright, I  shall be as solid and immobile as a mountain, for you to build a new future on.

And the why, my love?’ Because I am you and you are me. There is no us, there is no we. There is only the one unshakeable truth of our joint being, indivisible, unalterable and merely as it should be,  for evermore. Blessed be, Amen!

*zing!* I find myself fondling splayed toes and kneading the soles of gracious feet, the skin of which is as supple and strong as the underbelly of a pregnant gazelle. The kneading brings with it faint memories of freshly baked bread and the eminently sated feeling of a well-filled stomach. “Ugh, ugh!” sounds of delirious pleasure emanate from behind my back and these make me smile in wonder. My hands move to another region, where calves were grazed by sharp steely knives, to leave them smooth as silk to my touch. I push the flesh upwards in the direction of the seat of her pumping life-blood, move back through the impregnated  air, only to push slowly upwards yet again, forcing whimpering groans from the moist lips of the recipient of my ministrations.

I ski down the slopes of taut thighs, but circumvent the valley of the small death at present, because I like to be naughty and tease my love a while. I am entitled, because she exults in the certainty that lingering release will come in the end. I climb up the concave banks of a pelvis that seems to be disturbed by a small tremor and trembling, I follow the path between the creamy delicacies to the rosebud that crowns the magnificent treasure of the miracle of procreation and halt my journey of discovery, in a moment of reverence and to pay tribute to the Mother of us all. I fairly stumble over the ribs and conquer the milky hills, through the pasture of autumn shades  to the well of Man’s delight, the fountain of our youth, the sight and touch of which, makes grown men weak in the knees.

I lose consciousness for a nanosecond and awaken in the mossy mound dedicated to the Goddess of Love, there to revel in a most heady aroma that truly makes my  head spin. I am reminded of a rainforest. for the humidity is rising all the time. Blinding flashes of iridescent green and hues of passionate violet dazzle me. And all this while my hands have been pulsating with the energy and urgency of my love and of my need, filling up your cup that was nearly empty from neglect, to the brim and finally causing it to overflow. At long last I have encountered the portal, which you thought had disappeared for good, into the fog of broken promises. I gently turn the key that I fashioned with the tools of my tenderness and cause the dam to break. All your pent-up emotions are now set free to roar joyously and without restraint once again. The dance can begin!

Wave upon tumultuous wave of excruciating love washes over me and through me, until I fear that I must die asphyxiated, only to remember that never has an excess of love killed anyone and I surrender completely and utterly. In fact, I turn the table by using my innate sense of empathy and become you and draw you into me, to let you enjoy even more the effect that our union has on me. As prophesied I am become you and you are become me. One being spirals into the endlessness of infinity and leaves the encumbrance of mere matter behind. Pure energy dances with the angles and the elemental forces are applauding our deliverance and accept the incontrovertible fact of our divine union. We have created the ultimate magic of eternal love! So mote it be, I Ralphie have spoken.

Death’s Sweet Voice

I had spluttered into life

Onto a path of bitter strife

From the darkness of a womb

Into brightness from the gloom

But life’s journey always ends

Within the blackness of a tomb

A lost love once made me cry

I had seen my chance pass by

Death’s sweet voice entrances

She smiles and she advances

And my spirit she will cradle

She gives no second chances

I had flattered to deceive

I was reluctant to believe

I dug my head into the sand

I destroyed the promised land

Became the master of remorse

But still I did not understand

Now a resting place I crave

Far away beyond the grave

Death’s sweet voice is pleading

She’ll give me what I’m needing

And my spirit she will cradle

To stop my soul from bleeding

I had lived with morbid fears

Through the adolescent years

False dreams of immortality

Success a mere formality

But floundered in my apathy

With comfort zone mentality

But now I cease to weep

The tears no longer seep

Death’s sweet voice is calling

To free me from life’s mauling

And my spirit she will cradle

As into her arms I’m falling

I had seen my bridges burned 

And my lessons duly learned

But I found the truth too late

And though I tried to mitigate

I faced the sabres of revenge

And the silenced guns of hate

Darkness closes in on day

And I will soon be on my way

Death’s sweet voice is singing

Her bells of freedom ringing

And my spirit she will cradle

To soothe away life’s stinging

I had dreamed of time beginning

And the universe was spinning

Before the quirks of evolution

Brought the ultimate solution

And the victims of misfortune

Were left seeking retribution

And so I must bid goodbye

My tears have now run dry

Death’s sweet voice is sighing

She is calm and pacifying

And my spirit she is cradling

As I’m laid here gently dying

 

 

 

 

Present from Lieven 10.

earth’d up, here lies an imp o’ hell,
planted by Satan’s dibble;
poor silly wretch, he’s damned himsel’,
to save the Lord the trouble….,
16 years cannot be doomed,
only youth will be mistaken

damn darn damn

About Grace and God.

 

English: The Nurturing Godness. Thinissut. Ist...

English: The Nurturing Godness. Thinissut. Ist century Français : La Déesse nourricière. Sanctuaire de Thinissut. Ier siècle ap. J.-C. العربية: الإلاهة المرضعة. معبد تينيسوت. القرن الأول الميلادي (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A Little Spider Spins A Web.

I shall start spinning a web,

to catch tiny drops of happiness.

Nurturing them with enough tenderness,

will make them grow into a pond.

Adding my tears of joy,

will turn it into a lake.

Fed by the river of my unrelenting hope,

it will transform into a sea of infinite grace.

All Praise Be…

Why do you insist on an end?

An end to what, to the river of time?

Why do you obstinately persist in your finite ways?

Why do you not give the Almighty his dues?

Timeless knowing was always there, in your heart of hearts!

A blind blade of grass, instinctively, craves the light.

How many more lives, before you finally grasp the obvious:

that you are an inseparable, indistructible part of God!!

Meet Yohdi!

Using infrared images from NASA's Spitzer Spac...

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Meet Yohdi. He´s an imaginary man in an imaginary place. He´ll be doing some imaginary things that might look strange to you. Not to worry. Yohdi is definitely not out to harm anyone. Yohdi is in love. He´s in love with love. Because as everyone knows: LOVE IS ALL. I´m going to describe an imaginary event including Yohdi. BUT… If you´ll bear with me, this imaginary event might actually very well become reality. Just sit back and enjoy:

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Yohdi looked, through slatted eyes, at the mighty oak, standing forlorn and alone on top of the hill. He marvelled at the bright swirling kaleidoscope of its aura. Yes, he thought, this one would definitely do! He traipsed up the hill on his leather sandals and took of his shirt. After kicking off his footwear, he sat cross-legged, with his back against the enormous trunk, between two of its roots. He centered himself in eternal love and let his being expand, initially riding on the columns of energy that spiralled up off the tree, into the air. From his vantage point, somewhere in the stratosphere, he linked up with green patch after green patch, slowly enveloping the Earth. Glowing dots began to appear here and there, kindred souls seeking contact. He embraced them and together they searched for more. One after the other they found, down valleys and over high mountain tops. Deep under the sea, the higher mammals heard the call and joyfully they joined in the dance and in the song. All as one now, they started to pulse like a gigantic lit up Christmas tree.

Time to initiate the new generation, thought Yohdi, advising his brethren and sisters of their sacred task. Their mantle of love, that was spread over the entire surface of the planet, sought out the souls that were ripe for the next stage of their journey. Tenderly they drew the unexperienced into their midst. Their message to them was simple: observe, feel the love and remember! For the next calling, you will be able to arise on your own. The newcomers were amazed and humble in their gratitude for witnessing the coming of age of at least a portion of humankind. More will follow, Yohdi thought-transferred, ever more. When you go back, seek out your spirit siblings and nurture those that are apt and willing. Spread the word of love and teach by example. The New Age has begun!

Everyone descended again to live their lives in peace. Yohdi thanked the mighty oak, put on his sandals and his shirt and went his merry way, whistling a lively tune. Look out for him, for he´s ever looking for new recruits, his sign: the colours of the rainbow.

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