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did you...

Did you think that your objective,
  your heart's desire, was out of place?
Did you think that the best advise
  was to do what everyone else does?
Did you think..... and was squashed by your own timidity and doubt?

Where and have you been created by the slothiness of the failure of others?
Where and have you designed by fear of those who don't, can't or not know how to oppose?

Hold your own and rejoice in your failure.
Your failure.
Your Soul is craving to be! To be projected into the world, the universe...

It is better to have cried than to stir through a broken window of your dreams. 
I won't be the first and I won't be the last, Do not be shamed, because it is your failure.

Going to be a Father

What is this about? It's everything.

I'm reaching half a century and I'm going to be a Dad for the first time. We found out that he is a Boy... a boy...

The miracle that was occurring is unseen... unknowing at first.
The miracle of life on earth... every spiritual being walking by is a miracle.
Each coming into existence, fate, destiny, chance, serendipity, accident, luck, the dice are thrown...

and we live with what is given to us.

and others live with their choice...

and we are ready, a Mother is born into the role? Her instincts natural, intuned with the life that is dwelling within her existence, he, her son, preparing for the outside world.

I have to prepare my inner world, to be a patient Father... knowing the tiring late nights,
to be a messy Father... there is no escape to the mess they produce,
to be a fun Father... this won't be a problem!
to be a serious Father... hidden deep within - a preparing the path for our Son... a Loving Home, an Education, giving hi…

Anxiety

Speaker of insight, tell me of anxiety?

I have often thought, why I was anxious in my youth and I know the answer...

Tell me?

I can tell you my story of anxieties and how they have faded over time, until one morning I gave up on them all, the narrative that wanted to govern me was released.

Narrative?

The voice that is geared to the external.. the easiess, the desires of the heart that lay outside of me.

And his arms stretched around him

But these externals

And his arms stretched around him

Are necessary...? 

There are somethings that are essential.  But it goes the other way. It is knowing what is essential.... essential for the internal. The deep side of the self that wishes to rest in stillness... and in that a silence we recognise the vibrations we send, the frequency that enable others to hear us, this is a  different listening....

Teach me how to listen differently?

Listening, is a language in itself... it is a language of God.

Teach me this language?

Indeed I will. The only lesson…

Once more unto the breach dear friends, no more!

Once more unto the breach dear friends, no more!
War is Not family entertainment,
we rejoice in our heroes as they valiantly return,
we mourn the fallen heroes as their carried from the plane,
and in the background, the industry of warfare profit...
and in the background, the elite raise a glass,
to those who fell - for a just war – and – they - smile…. In peace, man and woman delight in the world…
And when the propaganda machine blasts their trumpet… we fall sway to this foul and odious notion… that there are just wars.
And I say to you, peoples of the earth, there is no just war... there is only war. Sons and Daughters on both sides have fallen!
Fallen away and never to return to their parent’s arms!
Fallen to a political paradigm which is culturally ingrained into the consciousness of their being,
a political and social acceptability that suggests that the military has a right to go into schools, to advertise in the cinema, to stand outside jobcentres, to promote their evil in the city stree…

Fate

Was my accident an accident?  Was it life teaching me a lesson?
fate then whispered into my soul and it said "smile" 
As I acknowledge my lesson, and understand the meaning  fate smiled and whispered in my soul and it said "smile"  
And I accepted the whispered words of fate and with a humbleness and openness, my heart became wide for those I met then fate whispered.... "don't be fooled by unconscious intent, it won't be me all the time" 
And I was confused... but fate embraced me and whispered in my soul and it said, "smile" 
And then I knew the answer...  The chaos of the conscious heart lay waste in front of me and I opened my hand to greet it.  I opened my heart to accept it.  I opened my being... knowing I would act accordingly, I would act with kindness...  I would act with compassion, whilst the conscious mind lay waste to my dreams. 
And fate whispered "smile"  And I smiled with an open hand. 



the escape from reality

I witness them, those three...

Awaiting for the vulnerable, those in pain, those who need to escape from reality...

They sit, the dealer, the maker and the one who will deliver further pain if needed.

They sit, waiting for the next transaction...

Their voices are hard... dark... and menacing.

Their eyes are dead... especially from the leader. His eyes full of suspicion.

They live in a world haunted by lost dreams. They live in a the middle of a world filled with sadness and they have armoured themselves from this... for the profit is made from the tears of others.

Guard your emotions, anxieties and obstacles from these three, they have an answer... an answer that will freeze you in time... unable to move through the obstacles that each one of us have... conquer the profiteers of our tears and by heading into the storm... learn to stagger, learn to pick yourself up, stumble, shout and scream, howl to the wind... let the world hear your cry... but through the storm you will still find t…

the innocent and the good

I crumbled under the weight of everyone's pain...
I fell flat and bloodied.
It didn't matter that I lay messed up... their view of life was the important issue...
the life they lived... the life they thought was right... the life without alternatives...
It was right I was battered, for they did not know why what they did... and so I had to show them the horror of their pain.
They dragged me to the hill and nailed me to the cross... propelled up for all to witness! The foulest of deaths.
I forgave them of their selfishness, their unknowing, their blindness! And as the last breath left me... they turned to another... for their suffering was quenched by the blood of the innocent and the good.


Own It!

I'm the batter... and the catcher and the pitcher wink, smile and give the knowing look. Own it! They are going to make it hard. Shortstop is ready... and the basemen know exactly where you will be going... and the world watches you... 
Own it! 

The world will put pressure on you. 
Own yourself.
The world will put demands upon you. 
Own your environment
The world will consume you of your energies 
Own your power. 
The world will want us to endure through the overwhelming feelings it places upon us. It wants us to succeed. It wants us to gather ourselves what it throws at us. The world is in a constant struggle with us. It will knock us off balance... it will send us the curveball... it will send us the cutter, splitter, and the screwball... 
Own it... as the pressures of the world fall upon you, be ready to reorder your life. The priorities in your life. Focus on the pitcher... smile at the pitcher... and as you smack it with the fullness of the bat, and the vibration swells to your f…

the first note of a piano

The pressure of the fingers,
the expression of the soul,
the movement of the shoulder,
the eyes flutter to darkness and the first note of a piano is played...

The music is known...
and the fingers dance along intricately and acrobatically,
the breadth is excited and sweet,
the vibrations resonate with divinity...
as you delve into a language of the universe...

Then the feet create the sound of echoes and stillness...
people stop, stare and listen with their heart,
captivated by the expertise of the musician.

But the heart of humanity lives between the notes of a piano,
the variations of the human voice are varied and complex,
no instrument can touch its immensity...

.......and what was the first note the human voice sang?

Our Child's Voice

It resides in us all...
the heartache of sadness in this unholy act of violence,
why? the word which trembles with anger and revenge,
why? its answer as rotten as the question... the sweetness gone.
lift our heads to the clarity... 
hear the song of the birds... 

It resides in us all...
remove the rubble that life has created,
walk around the obstacles... we focus at the pain its creates,
the thump in our hearts is ready to explode.
lift our heads to the clarity... 
hear the song of the birds... 

It resides in us all...
and yet I feel scared to side with the voices of descent,
the voices of the majority are in turmoil, doubt and fear,
the objects of closure, oldness and violence.
lift our heads to the clarity... 
hear the song of the birds... 

It resides in us all...
that which craves for a longing of fellowship and kindness,
that which craves for play, adventure and daring,
that which bravely steps with hope, faith and love!
lift our heads to the clarity... 
hear the song of the birds... 

It…

Into the Storm

Before or After I can't remember the specific moment,
all I know is the now... the now which is so fragile.

The storm raged around me with all its savagery,
my broken self was hit and battered by others and I.

I turned to find no one... silhouettes outside the storm,
half turned or back to me?

The joys of life are not held in this turbulent cradle,
chaos swirls, the aurora borealis is manifesting around me.... if only I could really see it!

The wind is on fire,
The snow flickers into droplets of lava,

Before or After I can't remember the moments,
that caused me to change... I remember the heartbreak that caused the change.

And I will weep for a thousand years for the pain I caused.

Here I walk in the maelstrom of my actions...
why does it feel I'm on my hands and knees...
but there is a light... the light of God...
It is not in the storm I find God in,
but in the deep part of my being... I hear the silence

In the storm, with all its blustering sounds,
there is a still voice…

What is a moral life.......

It is the original heart touched by God.

To let the ground around them be seeded with truth.

May these take root, through the winds of denial.

The possibilities of its growth are varied.

Each one of us has a germ of goodness.

Let each person give something to the ground.

May it take to the ground.

If you hear the calling within. The calling from God.

You will hear that you have a gift within this wild world.

Something glorious.

It is on this ground, on this land.... that our moral life is to be lived.

I plant my being into this world...

I plant my variances, my complexities, my hypocrisies.... as do you.

But who will be judged?

Those who have the courage to step forward...




chalice lighting

The great mystery I stand before you, The miracle of life, the miracle of creation. Are we all created with a divine intention? And this intention, is it veiled before us? May we light our chalice, To illuminate the truth... to shed light upon the veil.

The land of kindness

May you dwell in a land of kindness,
like a gentle breeze that whispers through the willow,
may you bend and flow through nature's language.

May your family hold you through the pain.
Like the raft on the turbulent and tempestuous ocean,
may it be held with strong bonds of knowing and understanding.

May your home be a place of peace and rest. 
Like the hidden and safe nest of a precious bird,
may you be safe from your enemies and loved without thought.

May you be surrounded by a community and fellowship.
Like the loyalty and devotion of the wolf pack
May you go without hunger, friendship and play.

The landscape before the veil

My hand slipped into hers,
held with fellowship and hope,
that her soul will be lifted with the wings of love,
and she will be united with eternity.

And the landscape of her life is filled with her history and it bows before her,
and the veil shall be lifted for her soul within a moment.
The spirit of life and the great mystery come close to each other...
and within a spark, a spark within a spark...

they touch...

and she enters into that great mystery, into eternity.
Perhaps her hand slips into Gods as she is taken,
taken from the landscape of her life... the life of every being.

And with a gentle kiss, I say a prayer for this divine journey,
as I stand in my landscape before the veil.
My hand slips from her hand,
and I turn to the spirit of life.