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

 

Rainbow Bridge


I’ll meet you on The Rainbow Bridge

When your earth time has expired, and

We’ll run once more through meadows green

Until our legs grow tired

 

When I gave up my body on that day

You held my furry paw, and

As I crossed over into timelessness

I felt your grief, so raw

 

We shared a love, so special, so true

Loyalty flowed both ways

Now you miss me curled up at your feet

To ease your lonely days

 

You never, ever got mad at me

When I left pawprints on your floor

You only ever showed me love

Amour, amour, amour

 

I’ll welcome you home

As you once welcomed me, and

Took away all my fear

Your loving heart was open, and

You held me there most dear

 

Yes, I’ll be waiting on The Rainbow Bridge

When your earth time has expired, and

We’ll run once more through the meadows green

Until our legs grow tired

 

 

Spring


Branches of trees sway in the breeze

Bursting with green

It’s spring! If you please

Blue sky above

And the warmth of the sun

Mother Nature showers her blessings

On everyone

We Are Never Apart


I was once a star that lit up the sky

Do you honestly believe

That I could leave you and die

 

I come to you now, not in the human sense

But from the Absolute

The place we were all delivered whence

 

There is no above and there is no below

There is only the here and now

And the eternal energy flow

 

The warmth of the sun is my loving embrace

The gentle breeze, my kiss on your face

So worry not, feel the caress of my heart

And rest in the knowledge that we are never apart

Image by Leo from Pixabay

Bluebells And Buttercups


Bluebells and buttercups

Have we met before

Were we once intertwined

As we passed through the revolving door

 

Was I once your mother,

Your lover or your son

Did you hold my hand and weep

As another race was run

 

Did I hold you in my arms

And smell your scent so sweet, or

Was I the unwashed urchin

You scorned in the street

 

All possibilities are relevant

Everything has its place

My beautiful bluebells and buttercups

I bow to your loving grace

Photo by Girish Nayyar at Pexels

Watching


I stand here and watch

As you sleep in your bed

Your favourite pillow

Cradling your head

You look so peaceful

Exploring your dreams

Funny how life

Is never as it seems

You cried in pain

The day I left

If only you could see

That you were never bereft

When your time comes to join me

I will greet you with my smile

And take your hand, as together

We walk the golden mile

 

In the meantime

 

I stand here and watch

As you sleep in your bed

Your favourite pillow

Cradling your head

I Am The…


 I am the loss that caused you to grieve

The heart you wear on your sleeve

I am the rainbow that follows the rain

The winter frost on your window pane

I am the breeze that ruffles your hair

The footsteps you heard on the stair

I am the glint in a baby’s eye

The star that shoots across the sky

I am the balm that soothes your pain

The air you breathe again and again

I am a peacock strutting with style

 

Search your dreams

You will glimpse my smile

Life is eternal

We are never apart

I am the presence

Forever in your heart

Image by Leo from Pixabay

Sand Bay…Again


You welcomed me with open arms

The sun it shone

highlighting your magical charms

A perfect breeze across my face

Confirming you as my happy place

The primrose and bluebells

You came to greet

Me, as the blades of grass swayed around my feet

Away from you

I am but a nightingale without a song

So, thank you birds for your chorus of love

Your symphony; your euphoric throng

Sand Bay, take me in your arms, and

Caress me sweetly

Whisper your love, and

Forever keep me

As Slumber Beckons


When the elements that comprise my body have dispersed

And I merge once again into the realm of timelessness

The world will not cease to turn

The tide will continue to ebb and flow

The flowers, in all their resplendent glory

Will still dance in the breeze

Our gracious mother sun will continue to bless us

With her light and warmth

The birds will still welcome each new morning

With a symphonic overture

And when light turns to darkness

As slumber beckons

And you lay down your weary head

I will whisper to you

“All is well”

Photo from Pixabay

 

 

The Eternal Cycle Of Change


Life and death; the movement of atoms and elements through an eternal cycle of change. The process through which our species evolves. Life and death are commonly judged as being good and bad respectively. But, what use is such a judgement? Will the world stop turning if you are unhappy about one day having to give up the body? Of course not, everything is fleeting, nobody owns anything; indeed, every single breath we take is returned to Mother Nature.

If you meditate on Life and death, you will find that like all other opposites in the world of matter, they are in fact One. They do not differ in kind but by degree. That is, they are fundamentally the same thing, but they are opposite poles within the eternal cycle of change.

Where Am I – Part Four (The Finale)


Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

“Now, my brother, you thought you would be clever and try to stump me, and of course, I find this very amusing. So, you want to know why it is that, if I’m telling you that this astral plane is a realm of timelessness, why do I say things to you such as, “I’ll see you later” and “you will have to go through a period of adjustment,” when this surely implies the existence of time. A period, for example, must have a beginning and an end; in other words, it is a period of time. The simple answer is that while you are adjusting to the higher vibration here, you are still, to an extent, thinking with human logic. So, I am communicating with you in a way that you can understand. In truth, the only language is the universal language of love, the language of the heart, the language of silence; whichever you want to call it. When your adjustment is complete, you and I will communicate simply via “pure knowing” and words will not be necessary anymore”.

“Next, is there an afterlife? I think you know the answer to that one by now. Yes, there is, unless there isn’t. You are experiencing the afterlife for yourself, although you are also experiencing that there is only life. As death doesn’t exist, then there is no such thing as an afterlife, but applying our old friend “context,” and depending on your understanding, both answers are correct.

“You also want to know what we do for sustenance here. What fuels us, what do we eat?”

“Yes, I’ve been here for 20 years and you haven’t even offered me tea and biscuits.”

“Ha, my friend, very droll and very clever! In truth we get our sustenance from the atmosphere; as we breathe, so we are fueling. In fact, we have a banquet every time we take a breath.

“Now, however, is the time where we have to think about the next stage of your evolution. Very soon, you will experience the equivalent of an astral death. Your astral body will dissolve into the atmosphere here and you will merge once again with the Source that gave birth to both of us. Astral death is a very pleasant process during which you will simply feel as though you are in motion. When you merge with the “One” you will experience yourself as exactly that. You will also maintain the awareness of your individuality. See, “God” can do anything and everything my brother. You will stay merged with the Source until such time as you get the urge for another adventure. When you make the decision to take your evolution to the next stage, you will simply reverse the process. You will emerge once again from the Source and take birth here within an astral body. You will find me waiting right here for you; I won’t be going anywhere. Between us we will then decide on a plan for your next adventure. You may want another sojourn onto the earth plane or you may want a completely different experience somewhere else. This will all be decided when you are ready and not before.”


I don’t know how long I continued to stay in my “new” location; as my friend said, it was a realm of timelessness. All I know is that I continued with my routine of thinking myself outside, immediately on waking, until what transpired to be the last occasion. I thought myself outside as usual, only this time I felt very different. My friend was there as ever, with a massive grin on his face. As I faced him, he started to give off the most amazing golden light; he was glowing golden!

As if out of nowhere, there came an abundance of animals of all shapes and sizes, some familiar, some not. They nestled at the feet of my eternal brother. Also, as I noticed that the sky had turned an incredible turquoise colour, wonderous looking birds birds flew down and perched on him, and when there was no more room on his person they started to perch on the animals.

“Can you feel the joy my brother?” Exclaimed my friend. “They have come to see you off; they are so happy for you, as am I.” As he spoke, he glowed brighter and brighter. The most wonderful golden light emitted from him, so bright, but not offensive to the eye. I felt myself moving, it was such a pleasant feeling, and my friend seemed to be getting distant. The animals jumped with joy and the birds flapped their wings in apparent ecstasy, and my friend was glowing brighter and brighter until he seemed to merge with the atmosphere and disappeared in a huge ball of golden light. I continued to move at breakneck speed until the realm of timelessness, my brother, the animals and the birds became just a memory.

As a sense of the most incredible and indescribable wholeness descended, I knew I would see them again.