Life – The Illusion


Life, and creation in general is a pretty amazing thing.  How many of us remember to acknowledge that whatever we are gazing upon is never as it actually seems within this world of matter.  I for one am constantly forgetting, and allowing my mind to trick me into believing that what I can see is actually what’s real and happening.  In truth our planet is an absolutely amazing place; a living breathing entity in a constant state of flux.  Nothing is ever actually as it seems, and even the underlying reality is constantly in motion; indeed, this is why we do not stay “young and beautiful” (in the earthly sense), because our physical bodies, being comprised of particles of matter, are on their own private journey which will eventually see them existing in a different form.

We speak of the emptiness of space; but what we actually have is particles of emptiness, from which all forms emerge, and it is back into the emptiness where all forms must eventually re-merge.  Imagine this then, we talk about “over here” and “over there” with the bit in between being space.  But the space must consist of something because if “that which is neither here nor there” did not exist, then we would not have over here and over there.  Let us elaborate more on this illusion.  Is it not incredible that none of us have ever actually seen a tree?  We have never seen ourselves, our parents, our cars, our houses; in fact you cannot actually see the computer screen in front of you now.  All that any of us has ever seen here within this earthly life is LIGHT and nothing else.  It’s truly amazing that particles of light bounce off objects and send information to our brains via our eyes.  The images that we think we are looking at exist within our brains and no where else.

There is also no such thing as a solid object.  If you were to take a piece of hard metal, for example, such as Tungsten or Iron and place it under an electron microscope, what you would see would not be a solid object.  You would see particles, in perfect symmetry, separated by air molecules and in constant motion; the only reason objects seem solid, or otherwise, is because everything within this dimension has a frequency of vibration.  It is therefore the vibratory frequency of an object that is responsible for its density and apparent solidity.

Now we come to the physical body itself.  How many of us realise that its not only our Divine essence that is eternal, but also our physical bodies do not die either.  Although the physical form reverts back to inanimate matter when the spirit leaves, it doesn’t simply “die”; it actually changes form and continues to exist.  Like everything else our bodies are comprised of matter particles; matter being a concentrated form of energy.  Energy can neither be created nor destroyed; it is eternal and exists in its own right.  So, when the spirit leaves and a body is buried, it simply decomposes over time, merges with Mother Earth and continues to exist.  When a body is cremated, the cremation process causes the body to evolve into heat energy, which in turn is absorbed back into the total energy mass.

Yes, this life is absolutely incredible; the trouble is that we have a habit of going around with blinkers on most of the time and miss all the wonder.  But to finish on a positive note.  I know that I am very fortunate to have been able to incarnate into flesh at this very special time and the purpose of my journey is to remove my blinkers and achieve enlightenment; so it’s a case of “job in progress”.

Baba Chants The Gayatri Mantra


Living Proof That The Spirit Has No Boundaries


In 1995 I was in a very dark place; I’d been suffering from depression for years but had no idea.  I was also in a dead-end and brain numbingly boring job, working for the Royal Mail in Swindon, Wiltshire.  I desperately wanted to break free of my humdrum existence and decided to pursue something completely different and creative.  I had always been a big fan of rock and blues music and like many, played a mean ham-fisted guitar.  My guitars were my pride and joy and I decided I was going to become a full-time student at New College in Swindon on their BTEC ”Popular Music” course.  It was a huge decision; it meant giving up full time employment and struggling by on casual jobs, such as washing pots and bar work; but I decided that I really needed the adventure.  A while before the course was due to start, the college informed me they were not running the popular music course, but offered me “BTEC Performing Arts” as an alternative.  I’m glad I decided to take them up on their offer because in no time at all after the onset of the course, I realised that I was not a very good guitarist after all, in fact I was just short of mediocre.  I was 40 years old and attending a sixth form college, and there were kids of 16 playing guitar like Jimi Hendrix.  But out of the darkness there came a light.  I may have been a rubbish musician, but I found a flair for acting that I didn’t know I had; and little did I know at the time that it would be my experience on stage, both as a member of a theatre company and as a solo performer, that would prepare me for my work as a medium in the future.  Anyway, I digress; this story is not meant to be about me, but I did need to paint a picture for you.

Around about Christmas time in 1995 two young students at New College (whom I didn’t know) decided they were going to race their cars up Queens Drive in Swindon on their way home.  One of them tried to overtake on the inside lane and lost control of his vehicle.  He mounted the grass verge and continued onto the pavement.  Another young student, walking home, took the full impact of the car and was rammed into a wall.  The wall was demolished and the young man left his body there and then.  I didn’t know the young man; indeed I only heard about the incident from the other students in my group and ascertained that his name was Mark.

Even though I didn’t know Mark, and if he were to stand before me now I would not know that it was him, I was really struck by how deeply his passing affected the kids in my group.  Seeing how touched they were, in turn, touched me.  So much so that in January 1996 I was prompted from within to write a poem that I simply called ”Mark”.  I came into college one day and read the poem out and showed it around.  Many were touched by it and news of the poem reached Mark’s parents who, via the grapevine, requested a copy.  back then computers were very much alien to me and I had written the poem by hand.  I was very pleased that news of my work had reached Mark’s parents and even more pleased that they requested a copy; so it was with great joy that I hand-wrote them another.  The poem was not a piece of literary genius; in fact it was a very, very simple piece of writing.  But its power was in its simplicity.  Now to the whole point of this article.

It is difficult for many to understand that the entire human race is one whole inter-connected family.  Human logic does tend to equate with the physical form and the boundaries and limitations imposed by our much tormented minds.  But to me this incident proves that time, space and physical presence are of no consequence to the Divine Spirit that is our deepest and highest truth.  I never knew Mark at all, but I was touched deeply within my heart; his parents never knew me (and still don’t) but they were touched deeply in their hearts.  It wasn’t our physical forms that had an impact on our respective lives; it was our very souls reaching out to each other across time and space.  There is also a great symbolism within this incident that my troubled mind at the time could never have recognised.  There is an example in here of The Holy Trinity* ; how creation and life in general is a series of cycles heavily influenced by the number 3.  Out of love Mark’s parents (God The Father) begat Mark (God The Son) who out of his love (spirit) touched (begat) me (God The Holy Spirit).  From within I wrote (begat) the poem that touched Mark’s parents, and so the cycle (the trinity) was complete.  I have reproduced the poem below for what I hope is your enjoyment, and I strongly believe that the poem itself is living proof that the human spirit is not limited by a tormented mind either, as mine was at the time.

* The Holy Trinity is and always has been symbolic; it was never meant to refer to an old man with a beard (God) who had a son (Jesus) and somewhere or other there is a spirit flying around.  The ultimate example of The Holy Trinity is: God The Father (the Ocean of Love that exists beyond vibratory creation), God The Son (God manifested as flesh here on earth, or the human race) and God The Holy Spirit (The Christ Concsiousness).  Atainment by humans of ”Christ Consciousness (self) realisation” allows the individual soul to return to the ocean of love from whence it came, thus completing the cycle (trinity).

MARK

Gather your thoughts as you read these words

A friend has departed, the emotions are stirred

As he winds his way up to Heaven above

We think of him and extend our love

He’s happy now we surely know

But it broke our hearts to see him go

A far away land a pasture green

The most beautiful place you’ve ever seen

We shall meet you again when our time is done

In that beautiful place with the never setting sun

The flame of your memory Burns deep in our soul

And shall burn eternal ‘till the hills cease to roll

So think of us Mark from your beautiful place

And send us a postcard of your smiling face

Richard Holmes – January 1996

 

 

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep


Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glint on snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain

When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight; I am the soft starlight at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there I did not die

I am the song that will never end, I am the love of family and friend

I am the child who has come to rest, in the arms of the father who knows him best.

When you see the sunset fair, I am the scented evening air

I am the joy of a task well done, I am the glow of the setting sun.

Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep.

Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.

 

Reunited With You


Do not ever believe that I am dead and gone
I want you to know that in spirit I live on
Never weep when you gaze at that one empty chair
Don’t you know that quite often I come and sit there
I still know when you’re low, when you’ve had a bad day
For I’m only a whisper or a heartbeat away
I still walk where you walk, I still hold your hand
My footsteps aren’t there when you walk through the sand
But my voice can be heard in the sound of the sea
Or in a little child’s laughter when bounced on your knee
You will hear me when the cool breeze rushes through the flowers
Or in the tree tops that bend with the first evening showers
I will whisper to you in the still of night
If you could but see me you would know I’m alright
Search well with your eyes.  You will glimpse me one day
As I stand there and watch little children at play
I’m the light in the window.  I’m the snowflake that falls
A shadow lit by moonlight or the night bird that calls
My spirit lives on though my earth time is done
I’m still part of the earth, I am lit by the sun
Smile for me please.  I don’t want you to grieve
I’m well and I’m strong, I didn’t really leave
When your time comes to go the last thing you’ll see
Is my smile as I whisper “you’re coming to me”
For death is not final.  As you close your eyes
There’s a light that’s far brighter than blue summer skies
I will lead you towards it.  All loved ones are there
Happy and strong – free of all earthly care
I’ll be patiently waiting for you to pass through
For death simply means “reunited with you”

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Science Without Humanity Is Dangerous


Man is ill; but he is resorting to remedies that cannot cure.  People admire the phenominal advance of science, but the advance has been from fear to greater fear, from destruction to more destruction.  In prehistoric times men killed each other using bows and arrows; now they kill entire populations with the help of atom bombs; this is praised as remarkable advance.

The scientist cannot stop the rise of greed and hate in the human heart; he can only forge the weapons they require and improve their lethal efficiency.  Man lives in daily dread of extinction as a result of the discoveries of science; for any moment the storm of hate may rain bombs on their homes.  Science has deprived man of self-confidence.  He is not sure of even himself.  He is afraid of himself for , at the slightest provacation, he is transformed into a wild and vicious beast.

Baba

You Yourself Are God


Remember that with every step you are nearing God, and God too, when you take one step towards him, he takes ten towards you. There is no stopping place in this pilgrimage, it is one continuous journey, through day and night, through valley and desert, through tears and smiles, through death and birth, through tomb and womb. When the road ends and the goal is gained, the pilgrim finds that he has travelled only from himself to himself, that the way was long and lonesome, but that the God whom he reached was all the while in him, around him, with him and beside him. He himself was always Divine. His yearning to merge in God was but the sea calling out to the ocean. Man loves because he is love! he is melody and harmony. He seeks joy, for he is joy. He thirsts for God for he is composed of God and he cannot exist without him.

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Aftermath


It’s now seven days since Swami left his body and the dust appears to be settling.  It is apparent, however, that Baba is not conspicuous by his absence, rather the opposite.  He is just as present as ever, if not more so, it’s just that he is no longer identifiable by his beautiful physical form; and beautiful it most certainly was.  I’ll never forget the first time I saw him close up.  He was (and is) actually beautiful.  I wrote in my book “Astral Travelling, The Avatar and Me” that I never ever dreamed in a million years that I would end up describing a man as beautiful.  But Swami was definitely not of this world and his form was most exquisitely beautiful.

Like other devotees I have spoken to I am more determined than ever to carry out Swami’s will in the aftermath of his physical demise.  But I feel a pull in a different direction.  I feel alienated from the Sai Baba groups, as though my time is done there and pastures new beckon.  It’s actually quite exciting, with all the changes happening around the planet and the consciousness of the human race rising as I type.

For me there was one particular thing that disappointed me over the last week or so.  In the UK there was hardly any media coverage (which is not a bad thing) but what little coverage there was just HAD to mention all the negative stuff that’s been circulated about Swami over the years.  They just couldn’t resist it could they.  They just had to slip into the story all the horrendous and unfounded allegations levied against a wonderful soul who gave so much and took nothing in return.  Friends circulated some photos via email of Baba’s last darshan on March 25th.  He looked so frail and ill…..but what was he doing…..blessing the masses, that’s what.  He knew he was leaving but he was still giving.  I find it so tragic and sad that the media have never been able to see this.  It’s such a shame that in an industry that supposedly prides itself on reporting news in a truthful and factual way, they choose to compromise their principles for the sake of a tacky story.

Baba lives!  He is more omnipresent than ever.

Jai Sai Ram