I gazed upon the sunset, and being immediately seduced by her beauty, I had no choice but to surrender…
Immaculate Seduction
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The Spirit Heals My Soul
I must confess that when I dwell on all the things that are going on in our crazy world, it fills me with the deepest sadness. I have never been able to understand why humans can inflict so much pain and suffering on fellow humans. A few weeks back I was having such a moment; I felt unbelievably sad at what was going on around the world and here in the UK. I decided that I would talk to the “Divine Doctor” and unload all my feelings. I was immediately touched within my heart in such a way that said, “I know how you feel; I understand.” This for me, brought immense beauty to the moment and I have been pondering ever since how to share the experience on my blog. So, here it is, along with a very simplistic poem that aptly sums up my relationship with Infinite Consciousness.
The Spirit never leaves me
The Spirit is my friend
The Spirit always guides me
As along the path I wend
The Spirit fills my heart with fire
The Spirit heals my soul
The Spirit sings a song of Love
When err I feel alone
I may not always understand
How the Spirit works
But that is good and fine with me
To its ways, I’m not averse
I appreciate the comfort
The Spirit gives to me
It doesn’t judge, it simply Loves
And all its gifts are free
Death – A Process Of Transformation Now Published
I’m very pleased to announce that my 18th book, Death – A Process of Transformation is now published and available for purchase from the Lulu.com online bookstore. It will take approximately another six weeks before it becomes available for international distribution. To be amazed and see it in all its glory click the link below…
Death – A Process of Transformation
Photo by Timisu of Pixabay
The Beauty Within
With Nature’s grace
All things have their place
Whether good, bad or ugly
All are just opinions
Expressed by earth’s denizens
Never judge a book by the cover
Never believe you are more regal than another
From an egg
The fascinating caterpillar emerges
Only to disappear into pupal obscurity
Mother Nature weaves her magic, and
The Empress of The Lepidopteran Realm springs forth
In the form of a butterfly
Elegant and magnificent
She flits here and there
Breathing her vibrant magic into the world
In gratitude to the Mother that embraced her
She confers the gift of eggs to the earth
Then like a river that has found the ocean
She surrenders her spirit to the heavens
And so continues the cycle
With Nature’s grace
All things have their place
Whether good, bad or ugly
All are just judgements
Expressed by earth’s denizens
You never know what is contained within
So, be very careful what you opine
Never judge a book by the cover
Never believe you are more regal than another
Image by Efraimstochter from Pixabay
Death – A Process of Transformation – Synopsis
Well, I’m nearly there with the latest book project. I’m just putting the finishing touches to the interior file, and once uploaded I can commence work on the cover. If all goes well, I should be ordering a proof copy before the end of this month. Here, for your perusal is the synopsis. Also, I’ve posted some pics below that I’m considering for use when I create the cover.
“Generally speaking, an individual’s views surrounding death are shaped by the culture they are born into. Someone born into a religious culture would have views on death that reflect the outlook of that particular religion. Over time, the chances of such a person changing their views would probably depend on the level of fundamentalism within that particular doctrine. Religions that have a God quite often preach the possibility of punishment after death, making it very difficult for followers to change their opinion through fear of retribution.
Equally, people of no religious persuasion, atheists for example, have their own, often staunch views on the subject e.g. “when you’re dead, you’re dead.”
What makes this work compelling is the book’s navigation of a topic that remains largely taboo today. Death – A Process of Transformation looks at death from a completely different angle, specifically, as an important part of life that enables the individual soul to transition to the next stage of its evolution. It is a beautiful and eloquently written work consisting of poems, short stories and the author’s musings. What is particularly refreshing about this book is that Holmes does not try to persuade the reader to adopt his way of thinking, rather, he encourages the reader to have their own opinion on the subject, as opposed to having their views shaped by dogma, which is often fear-based.
Science has proven that everything that exists is comprised of energy that can neither be created nor destroyed. We also know that we humans are comprised of the same “stuff” as nature. We know too, that nature moves in cycles, so why not our species?
Sleep is intermediate between two waking states, so also death is between two successive births. Both are transient – Ramana Maharshi
Death – A Process of Transformation will take the reader, not so much on a journey, but on a life-changing adventure. It is an exquisitely beautiful book that would grace any library, anywhere.”
Image by FalcoZen at Pixabay
Image by FalcoZen at Pixabay
Image by Timisu from Pixabay
The Abyss
I have run the course
Faced many obstacles along the way
Nursed many a life-inflicted bruise
Now, as the curtain comes down
On this instalment of life’s dramas
I cannot help but smile…
For as I dive into the abyss
And am welcomed once more
Into the arms of Divinity
I melt into nothingness and muse…
“That was a job well done.”
Image by FalcoZen at Pixabay
Our Wonderful Sun
Our true nature (consciousness) can be likened to our wonderful sun that serves our planet and species so admirably with its generous supply of warmth and light. Like the sun when it is obscured by clouds, our essence, our being is also obscured when we incarnate into flesh. Also, as the sun spins from West to East it creates the illusion of rising and setting (appearing and disappearing), when in reality all that has happened is that it has simply moved in and out of the earth’s shadow. Equally, as the earth rotates on its axis we experience night and day, as the part of the planet that we occupy spins away from the sun and then back again. This is just one of many examples of the cyclic nature of life.
Regardless of whether the sun is obscured by clouds, whether it is night or day on earth or whether it is glowing red, orange or yellow, it always remains as “the sun.” In the same way that regardless of which body, if any, we are occupying at any given time and what status that body may have in society and what its life experiences are, it is still subject to the same laws of physics as everything else in our world of matter and will eventually break down.
During all of this drama; of birth, death and the bits in the middle, our true nature remains constant and forever shining…exactly like the sun.
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
Photo by Kat Smith: https://www.pexels.com/photo/shallow-focus-photography-of-adult-black-and-white-border-collie-551628/
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
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
Author - Richard F Holmes 