An Eagle Caged

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I’ve always been very cynical regarding the amount of influence religion has on society, I should add that I can only speak about the UK, and specifically the Christian Church. What particularly bothers me is the way that vast numbers of people have bought into the concept of being judged at death. The judge in question is an all-loving God, however, there’s a catch. The all-loving God is also angry,  jealous and vengeful, and “He” loves you so much that if “He” deems that you haven’t loved “Him” back in accordance with the conditions that “He” imposed on “His” love, then you are for the high jump. Or, to be more precise, an eternity of hell-fire and brimstone. Of course, this is absolute nonsense, but it’s actually good nonsense because it has given me the inspiration for another book.

I have tentatively called it, Death – A New Beginning, and it will consist of a series of poems and (very) short stories that deal with death as a process. The process that enables us to transition to our next reality. In other words it will look at death from a spiritual perspective, but minus the angry God. So, this is the way my writing will be going for the next few months. The following piece, entitled “An Eagle Caged” is one such piece that may end up in the book.

Encased in a body of flesh

I was as an eagle caged

I existed to fly

But with clipped wings?

I was but a dreamer

Spending my days pondering

On what might have been

And what might yet be

If Only I could free myself

From the living death

But, is this not life’s greatest conundrum?

To seek freedom

Only to find that one was never caged

Merely a slave to the ego

 

Yes, a slave to the ego was I

A believer of life’s dramas

As they played out in my mind

I was the star of the show

Stumbling around the stage

Like a drunken actor

Struggling to remember his lines

Now, as the deluded await judgement

From their angry God,

My latest adventure concluded

I dissolve into the nectarine sweetness of Divinity

 

Where Am I


I woke up feeling rather different but I just couldn’t put my finger on the reason why. “Oh well” I thought, “not to worry” and I set about performing my first task of the day; the same task I’d performed as my “first task of the day” for as long as I could remember. That task was to swing my legs around and out of bed and place my feet into the pair of ever faithful house shoes that waited patiently at the side of my bed for me every morning. I hated slippers and refused to wear them, “only old people wear slippers.” To my amazement, the shoes were not there. I sat there on the edge of the bed feeling slightly baffled, but at the same time surprisingly contented and relaxed. I looked up, and at the end of the bed there was a familiar face smiling at me. “Now, where do I know you from,” I thought, not even thinking for one minute how odd it was for me to wake up and find someone in my bedroom; someone who was vaguely familiar but who, nonetheless, had no place there.

“Best get on with the day,” and I rose up feeling unusually light and with an incredible sense of freedom. All the while, my uninvited visitor is still smiling at me. I suddenly thought to myself, “where am I?” As I got up, I realised that I didn’t recognise any of the decor in the room. I didn’t know where I was, but I certainly wasn’t at home. I also realised, somewhat surprisingly, that I wasn’t troubled by any of this, in fact, I felt incredibly happy. I thought I would ask the character with the familiar face where I am and how I got here.

As if he’d read my mind and before I could get my words out, he said, “all is well dear soul, you are going home, but you will have to stay here for a while in order to undergo a period of adjustment.” I realised also at this point, that I had heard those words loud and clear in my head, but my companion’s lips had not moved. “Oh…and you were right, I did read your mind…well, sort of. We communicate telepathically here, so I heard your thoughts and replied accordingly.”

“What do you mean, HERE,” I said. “Where am I and what do you mean by a period of adjustment?”

“Well, my friend, where you have just come from people would say that you have died. But actually, as you are now experiencing, there is no such thing as death. You have simply left your physical body behind in the world of matter. You need a period of adjustment because you have to get used to functioning once again in what some souls in the physical world would call the etheric, or astral body. Everything here is much lighter and the rate of vibration is much faster; what you would have described as the speed at which atoms move around. It’s the same laws of physics here, the only difference is that everything happens much faster. The greatest example of this is that our thoughts manifest instantaneously.”

“Wow, this has all knocked me for six, it’s so much to take in.”

“That’s understandable my dear friend, but don’t worry, I’m here to help you with the adjustment process, and just to satisfy your curiosity, the reason I look familiar to you is because I am. You and I have known each other forever; indeed, I have never left your side, but you have had a sojourn on the earth plane and it will take a little while for you to readjust to the vibration here.”

“But I don’t even know your name.”

“We don’t bother with names here as we have no need for them. We just automatically know everything that we need to know. There is no time here either, but I’ll go into all of that in due course.”

My companion’s warm and kind persona made me feel very much at ease, and I realised too that he was right; I’d been talking to him, but my mouth had not moved; our communication had taken place purely by thought. “Get some rest now,” he said, “and I’ll be back to see you shortly.”

To be continued…

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Extra Time


As I sit in silent contemplation

I muse…

When Old Father Time comes rolling around

Will he offer me another glass of wine?

Or, will he inform me that the vineyard is now arid,

The grapevine dried up?

 

If the second be the case

Will I kneel before him and supplicate?

Will I throw my dignity to the wolves,

And beg for the crimson nectar?

 

Or, will I surrender to my fate?

As the wave surrenders to the ocean

And is consumed in its vastness

 

The sun goes down

The moon rises

 

There comes a knock at the door

“Who is it, and what do you want?” I shout.

Came the reply…

“Tis I, Old Father Time.” (pause)

“I have a rather cheeky Shiraz…

I thought you might like to try it.”

 

The moon goes down

The sun rises

I Remain As I Am


Some people know you as God

I know you as I Am

Your beauty cannot be explained

With words formed of logic

You “thought” me into existence

Giving me this body of atoms

You fashioned me with the expertise of a skilled artisan

 

Now, as the passage of time takes its toll

So, does this body creak

Therefore, during my remaining time

Here in this world of matter

I shall embrace the wheat and the chaff as equals

I shall drink of your nectar

I shall dance to your symphonies

And when the atoms disperse

I shall remain as The Self

Maybe


Maybe, this is the start of something new?

But, is there really any such thing as “something new?”

Maybe, the 1,000 petaled lotus beckons?

Or maybe, I’ll just continue to seek what I already have?

My mind, like a crazed dervish, frantically darts back and forth between the dualistic and the esoteric.

Why am I disturbed by trivia?

Why do I give credence to the mundane duality?

When there is a lamp in the heart of the Divine, lighting my way home…

 

The same light informs me that my many lives are but One

Each death, merely a setting of the sun

To rise again in the land of opposites

Where, in the blink of an eye

The blaggard ego comes creeping

Like a thief in the night

To smuggle away life’s sweetness

Leaving only bitterness in its wake

 

And so, I rise again

To writhe and squirm

To bleed and heal

To be guided by the light of love

To welcome death with open arms

To bask in a Love of indescribable purity

To melt in the bosom of Divinity

 

Maybe, this is the start of something new?

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Susan


This is a poem dedicated to my ex work colleague, Sue Simpson, who went the extra mile for those in need of care and assistance. A special person with a Christmas Day birthday…it figures…

A beacon of light

For troubled souls

Healing heart and mind

With a manner so kind

 

Selfless service

A lifetime of care

No task too much trouble

Always there

 

Supporting weary limbs

Soothing away tears

A reassuring hug

Allaying fears

 

Susan, you’ve done your bit

With a heart of gold

It’s now time to rest, and

Let your dreams unfold

When Love Speaks


She’s nearly ready. Just going through the review process now.

Your Healing Balm


Howling wind and lashing rain

Nature’s way of saying, “time to refrain”

From rushing around and getting stressed

Just stay at home and have a rest

Take a moment to reflect on who you are

You’re a light eternal; a shining star

A friend indeed, a toucher of hearts

This is your purpose in our universe, so vast.

Just sit in the peace

You shelter from the storm

Embrace the calm

Feel the love

Your healing balm

 

As Peace Descends


As I lay here and gently drift away

I don’t have any more to say

I’m off to the realm of telepathy

Where everything is beautiful, and

Souls fly free

 

There are no regrets as peace descends

I face a new beginning

Not the end

Yes, there was pain

Yes, there was suffering

There was also bitter disappointment along the way

As I fought and stumbled through each day

 

But, I also loved until my heart was fit to burst

I beheld the reflection of the summer sun

Dancing across lakes and rivers

I witnessed the changing colours of the trees

As Mother Nature weaved her autumn magic

I felt the crisp cold of a winter’s morn

 

I’ve gazed into the eyes of an infant, and

Been confronted by the wisdom of the ages

I’ve been caressed by a gentle breeze as I looked out to sea

And watched in awe as the sun set on the horizon

 

Now as my sun goes down on the horizon of life

My body will decay and be consumed by Mother Earth

But my spirit will fly, and

Bask in the glory of Universal Love

Until such time as my heart once again hears the call

Then shall I return anew

 

And like the flowers of spring

 

I will bloom again

 

 

Love


I have no needs or requirements

I exist as I am

I am neither creature

Woman nor man

 

I don’t know sickness

I don’t know pain

I’m blind to loss, and

Oblivious to gain

 

I don’t need sustenance

I’m forever full

I remain unaffected

by gravity’s pull

 

I’m always in motion, yet

at the same time still

Have you guessed who I am yet, or

Do you remain without a clue

 

I am everywhere

Even in the sound of a bell

My name is Love

I occupy every cell

 

Do not try to find me

Your search will be in vain

Just surrender

 

Just surrender

 

Let me ease your pain

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