Cradle of Perfection.



Through the strands that connect the stars
flows a sense of ripeness like old wine,
a nurturing warmth that knows no harm,
that flowery feeling of budding spring.

Gathering lighted souls along the way,
it winds forth through newborn space,
and patiently, but steadfast doth create
a cradle of perfection for all living beings.

(by Ralphie)


Eckhart Tolle on the Divine Purpose.

From Eckhart Tolle:

Eckhart Tolle author of THE POWER OF NOW explains how we are here both to be and to become in varying degrees on this short preview from Eckhart Tolle TV.

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Close Encounters of a Kinder Kind V

Via (alias) Bob Whiley:

Sheila Ross-Kuhn: “The reason most children have an affinity for animals is because they are freshly exhaled from the sacred place that is closest to the heart of The Divine.”


We Have Been Praying Wrong.

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In his video Secret Ancient Knowledge: The Divine Matrix, Gregg Braden pointed out some truths that have now been scientifically proven at long last, but have been practised by amongst others the Tibetans, American Natives and Australian Aboriginals for thousands of years. We of the Judeo-Christian persuasion have lost the information, because of Emperor Constantine’s decision to canonize the Bible and omit those parts that did not suit his purpose.

However, this information has been recovered with the Dead Sea scrolls and is now freely available. Apparently, Jesus Christ showed us how to pray properly, but the fathers of the Catholic Church kept the knowledge from us. And all this knowledge has now been acknowledged by quantum physics. If you wish to learn the particulars, you should watch the video, but I can tell you the gist of it.

We should pray with the heart and imagine in our hearts the gratitude of how it would feel, if what we are praying for had already come to pass, and this without judging the former state of affairs. If we pray ‘for’ something, then we strengthen its state of not being there, because we are leaving it open-ended. It is important to remember that the feeling is the prayer. Mister Braden is better at explaining the process, but it is a rather long video: three hours, forty-eight minutes. However, it is worth every minute spent watching it.

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Sister Rosetta Tharpe Live in 1964.


The Godmother of Rock & Roll: Sister Rosetta Tharpe Live in Manchester, 1964

“I’m singing, oh I’m singing in my soul, when the troubles roll, I sing from morn’ till night, it makes my burdens light…”

Sister Rosetta Tharpereconstructionist, gospel music’s first superstar, the godmother of rock and roll, “the original soul sister,” Literary Jukebox hero — was born on this day in 1915. No better way to celebrate her spirit and legacy than with her legendary, electrifying 1964 live performance of “Didn’t It Rain” at the Manchester train station, complete with her iconic white coat and electric guitar.


Still Shining.



Somewhere within this withered husk,
a shining soul hides from dawn to dusk.
When the sun lays down her head to rest,
the roaming spirit, dreaming, travels best.

Then, unfettered by a conscious mind,
leaves all its earthly aches behind.
With spirit kin to guide their starry way,
wonder to go back or there to stay.

A Journey Through Time.

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Dimly lit alleys, where orphans seek a thrown away crust in disease-ridden, filthy gutters, spat on absent-mindedly by fat, ugly merchants, the salt of the Earth, the salt in the wounds of injustice after injustice, inflicted upon the poor.

Mothers, tired to the bone, eye their offspring with dread, thinking of the sad futures held in store for the laughing sprouts, who unaware, still revel in their innocence.

A peasant bows his head before his Lord and Master, his blood seething with righteous anger and frustrated beyond measure for his inability to change his lot. His existence an endless sequence of somnamtribulations and loud bingeing, in a vain effort to forget his sorry state, but wait… some day!

Priests, a picture of piety and at times even of sobriety, promise salvation in exchange for gold, gold and more gold. Their Lord weeping at the sight. Altar boys to do their bidding, in and out of church. And dour nuns, who dearly love their Saviour, but despise all the world.

Noblemen, called gentle for some inexplicable reason, fight their wars for reasons known only to them. Doing their utmost to make life a living hell for their serfs, who, undeservedly, shall see the kingdom of God in the afterlife and should by all rights be made to pay for it in this one.

Each to his station, dearhearts, and money makes the world go round, the world go round, the world go mad…

Bonfire Night.


Bon-fire, gentle-fire, merry flames,
playing cinderella games.
Magick spells and souls afloat,
image of the sacred goat.

Moon, blood-bloated in the sky,
laughing, only She knows why.
Bang your sticks, beat your skins,
the shredding of the veil begins.

Grin and sing, dance and pray
to the Mistress of the Fae.
Greet your kin lost long ago,
seek ’em in the fire-glow.

Gone is out and in is new,
have a bowl of Druid stew.
Mulled wine and mistletoe,
is he friend or is he foe?

Cast a spell and do it well,
bong the gong and ring the bell.
Feed the fire, make it bright,
welcome to the Feast of Light.

First Principle of Wicca.


From Wicca Teachings:

“As above, So Below” is a saying in Wicca. This phrase comes from the beginning of The Emerald Tablet and embraces the entire system of traditional and modern magic which was inscribed upon the tablet in cryptic wording by Hermes Trismegistus.

The significance of this phrase is that it is believed to hold the key to all mysteries. All systems of magic are claimed to function by this formula. “‘That which is above is the same as that which is below’…Macrocosmos is the same as microcosmos. The universe is the same as the God and Goddess, The God and Goddess is the same as man, man is the same as the cell, the cell is the same as the atom, the atom is the same as…and so on, ad infinitum.

“As within, so without” is like the saying As you sow, so shall you reap. This is also known as the Law of Cause and Effect or Karma. Whatever we put out in the Universe is what comes back to us. If what we want is happiness, peace, friendship, love…Then we should BE happy, peaceful, loving, a friend. Negative energy sent out to others will come back to you.


Of Fate and Fancies.



A languid druid song,
written in dew drops
on a spider’s dawny web,
fills this valley with hope
and tears of overflowing.

Tendrils of a life vine,
anchored in oak’s breast,
connect these flighty seedlings,
and drawn to fate’s old flame,
they drown in glowing fog.

Bourne on a spring sigh,
the fused sparks settle
on mossy ranks of runes,
weaving spells of welcome
betwixt sated beds of yore.

Green eery wings draw
smiles from stern rocks,
sculpted through long eons
of Moon’s gentle kisses,
into kinder eyeing faces.

The watery womb of ages
to hold them in suspense
of life and new beginning,
as twins born worlds apart,
but destined to embrace.

Dream of Imperfection.

The Dream Society

The Dream Society (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When God was just a boy,
He dreamt of imperfection
and of endless endings
in a universe of matter.

One that mattered just to Him,
where His champions would thrive
and after jumping countless hurdles
would be reunited just with Him.

A Soul Peach Drops.

Elven Forest Lily Pond

Elven Forest Lily Pond (Photo credit: Pietor Grigorovich)

The Soul Tree is budding.
Dormant consciousness springs,
potent sentient beings blossom,
from branches feeding kindness,
to hungry forming souls,
each holding the potential
to fulfill great destinies.

Guarded by the Elven-light,
infusing each with strength
of will, kind heart and fortitude
against all opposing winds.

Planted in the sacred soil
of the Mother of us all,
the Nurturer stands eternal
to grow her fruit of spirit folk,
to fill awaiting vessels.

A spark ignites, a soul peach drops,
exactly where it should,
following its Kismet strand
within the Matrix-of-All-Making.


Finally Home

Finally Home (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Every brand of spirituality holds a kernel of truth, recognisable by the clear sound of a tinkling bell, deep within your being. When you feel this tolling, you know what is right or wrong, without persuasion or endless debate. For a split second you are connected with the bliss of universal truth, a blind man seeing for the very first time.

A seeker cherishes these revelations that come far and in between, until finally he’s thrown into the rapids, where bubbles of light  abound. When finally he is received into the presence of unity, he is struck dumb by the enormity of its simplicity. The shackles of glimmer disintegrate and only wonder remains.

Words fail you, but there is no more need for them.

Greetings from Above.

God the Father 16

God the Father 16 (Photo credit: Waiting For The Word)


What if God’s thoughts were spun of light.
Are not his Angels purely white?
Was not the word sent from Above
always and ever  that of love?

His thoughts caressing our faces,
pulling us to Him like laces,
is a notion which makes me smile.
Why not ponder this for a while?

How every morning’s new blessing
no longer needs second guessing.
‘t Is the Lord come to say: “Good day!
Hop along, on your merry way!”

How to Send Karmic Thanks and Blessings.


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..

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!

The Sacred Seven Prayers.


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


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, >>>


Meditation is not easy.


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!

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!


Tree of light – From

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.



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 (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, 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 (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.