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Watching

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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

As Peace Descends

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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

 

 

Birth And Death – Which Is Which?

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Image by Stefan Keller from Pixabay

So, which is which? When we are born, we are born into a very restrictive physical body and those who do not ultimately realise that they are something much greater than the body quite often live lives of “death.” In other words, they quite often live lives of pain and suffering. Paradoxically, when we go through the process of physical death, the soul experiences an incredible sense of freedom; the spirit literally flies when the body is shed.

Also, people with little or no spiritual awareness are usually very afraid to “die.” Given that death is a very important part of life, are they actually afraid to live? In contrast, people who have a certain level of spiritual awareness quite often do not fear death because they know that death is merely a process (not an end) by which we are able to transition to our next reality.

Of course, in consciousness there is neither birth nor death, only “That Which Is.”

 

The Sun Speaks

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If ever we needed a reminder of our shared nature with mother earth, we need look no further than the sun. She rises in the East (birth) in all her majestic glory and sets in the West (death) in equally glorious majesty. Only to appear once more above the horizon (rebirth). Each spectacular sunrise and sunset symbolises the eternal glory of the light (spirit) and the cyclic nature of life.

As the light of the sun at setting is a precursor to its light at rising, never diminishing, so the light of the spirit shines eternally, ever brightly through each physical birth and rebirth.

Death being the stepping stone from one great adventure to another.

 

Death

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I don’t travel alone

The angels accompany me

Through the tunnel we fly

 

“It’s time,” the beautiful souls had said

“We have come for you”

“New adventures await”

 

We travel the tunnel

at breakneck speed

Warmth and anticipation swell my heart

 

The end of the tunnel looms

Larger and larger

The light beckons

Until…

 

I’m through the veil

The Spirit greets me

I’m home

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Look Within…Eh?

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Look within? What does that even mean? It’s no wonder that people who are on the first few rungs of the spiritual ladder get frustrated and disheartened when they receive this statement as an answer from a “seasoned pro” after asking a question. Yes, it may be true that all the answers we will ever need can be found within us, but just to advise someone to “look within” can sound a bit throwaway. It’s a statement that gets used quite a lot, and it’s very valid, but without further explanation it’s a statement that doesn’t carry much meaning. Lets face it, it’s not as if you can turn your eyes around and view your body from the inside. With this in mind, I thought it would be a good idea to write an article on what it means to me.

First of all, before we do anything else, it will really help if we explode the myth that consciousness, the spirit, the soul etc. resides within the body. Nothing could be further from the truth. The reality is that the body resides within consciousness. Yes, consciousness may be in the body, but only because the body is comprised of consciousness in the gross form that we call matter. In fact, consciousness permeates EVERYTHING, because everything is consciousness existing at varying rates of vibration.

I have my own method of looking within, which involves various breathing exercises, but to keep things as simple as possible, the following should set you on the pathway of being able to look within yourself (if you have just started exploring spirituality and you happen to be reading this). Firstly, get yourself into a position that is comfortable for you. This could be sitting in a comfortable chair or even laying down on your bed; you don’t have to sit cross-legged on the floor, just get comfortable. Then close your eyes, and without trying to perform any tasks (clearing your mind etc.) just breath. That’s all you have to do. If you are agitated about something and your breathing seems fast, don’t worry, just continue to breath. After a while (it doesn’t matter how long it takes) your breathing should start to slow down and you should also start to feel more relaxed.

Now, at some point, and again, it does not matter how long this takes, you should become aware of an expansion of consciousness. You will probably still be aware of your physical form, but you will find that these feelings you have of the existence of your body, are actually contained within this expansion of consciousness. When we are rushing around and agitated it’s impossible to have this sensation. The more you sink down into relaxation, the more you will feel the expanse of your true nature, which is consciousness. This is about as complicated as it needs to be, especially at this stage of your journey. But, if we take a moment to examine what has actually happened, you will see that all you have done is to allow yourself to “Be” and in doing so you have allowed your true nature to just drift to the surface and expand outwards. After a short time of practicing this method it should become second nature. You will be able to just close your eyes for a few seconds and feel the expansion, no matter where you are; at the bus stop, sitting in the doctors surgery etc.

This has opened the door for you now. We are all different and searching for different things. But, you have given your true nature access to the physical you and I’m sure that it has its own agenda as to how it will guide you going forward. Hope you found this useful.

 

 

Enfolded In The Love Of Spirit

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Those of you who read my post Impermanence will know why it is quite rare for me to write about my work away from writing.  However, I felt compelled to share this post after I had what was quite a beautiful experience earlier this year.  If you’ve read the post I referred to above, you will be aware that I have two jobs with the same organisation; one that is a part-time contract based in our main building, and the other, which is on an ad-hoc basis working in the community.  So it happened, that whilst I was at my day job one Friday in February, I was asked if I would be able to work that evening; just three calls in the community.

Around half an hour before I was due to meet up with my colleague for the evening, I received information that we were to make an extra call.  We had taken on another patient on an emergency basis; I must confess that when I read the patient notes I did not feel that the person would be long for this world.  All of our calls were logistically well placed, so we didn’t have far to drive between each one.  The emergency call was the last one; logistically, it fitted perfectly in that order, but also, because it was a new patient, you never know what you are going in to, so it made sense to deal with the “devil” that we knew first.  The idea of a first visit is that you explain the service to the patient and any family members present (what they can expect, what we provide etc.), do what ever they need you to do at that time, then the following day the service “proper” starts.

It was dark and raining, and the property was in a village that neither me nor my colleague were familiar with.  The first thing that happened was that sat nav took us up a dark country lane where there were no houses.  We managed to find a turning place and drove back down to the village and parked up next to the phone box.  The idea was to call the house and use the phone box as a land mark from which to work from.  It was explained to us where the house was, but parking was at a premium along the narrow lanes, so we had to park some distance away from our destination.  When we eventually got to the house, we were met on the steps by a teenager who informed us that the patient had indeed died around an hour previously.

In these cases we always ask if there’s anything they want us to do.  Sometimes the family just want to be alone with their deceased relative.  Other times, we perform a task called “last offices” that means we give the deceased person a wash and clean them up if necessary.  It also involves putting fresh garments on them, if the family so desire, and combing the hair and positioning the body in a dignified way.

When we entered the house it was quite chaotic; there were many people milling around in various states of mourning, also several other comings and goings and to cap it all there was also two boisterous dogs.  In all the chaos we asked if they wanted us to do anything and it was decided that we would simply wash the hands and face, brush the hair and position the deceased in a dignified way.  Eventually, after a few minutes of people walking in and out of the room, we were left alone to carry out our work.

As we set about our task, I was suddenly aware of the most beautiful presence of spirit.  It came very close and enfolded me as I went about my work.  Regular readers will know that I advocate a non-dual existence, however, I also understand that while we are here in the world we will have the experience of duality.  This particular experience demonstrated to me that the apparent “poor soul” who departed this life, was guided home by a Love whose beauty is way beyond the comprehension of the human mind.  It was also interesting to note, that before we carried out last offices, a lady in the house (who I took to be the mother of the deceased) said to me, “I know she has gone to a better place.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Joy And Grief Are One

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My first you tube video in absolutely ages…

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My latest video blog “Death Is Mythical”. Hope you enjoy it…

Guest Writer

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This is the first time I have had a non-author as a guest writer on my blog.  However, my latest guest nonetheless has a story to tell.  She requested that I use a pseudonym as she wished to remain anonymous, therefore I will now hand you over to Mary.

A Visit From Rob

In the summer of 2007 my husband passed to Spirit.  We had no children and I have no living relative so his loss really did mean the end of the life I had known. Overnight my companion, best friend, playmate and all the memories of 30 years disappeared and when it became apparent I could not expect any support  from ‘close friends’, I plunged headfirst into a loneliness and despair from which I had little expectation of ever emerging again.  My isolation was absolute.  I received no communication from the outside world for  months on end and as this state of misery  persisted found I had little will or energy to try and change things.  No one ever warns  just how exhausting the process of deep grieving is.

Evenings seemed to get lonelier as time passed. To shorten them I went to bed earlier and earlier.  But I could not sleep and the radio on low volume provided a level of companionable sound in an otherwise silent house. Whilst listening to a radio play one evening I became aware of the weight of a comforting arm around my shoulder and I lay for some while, completely still, scarcely breathing, lest the spell be broken.  But the spell did break and the weight seemed to dissolve and, for once, I slept deeply.

For many days I considered what had happened.  My heart said it was Rob but then I dismissed that idea as a fancy.    I was unsettled. Eventually I got the idea to seek out a reputable medium.  That interview was so comforting and uplifting that I started to attend my local Spiritualist Church regularly in the hope I would get more contact from my husband.

I waited two full years but no contact came. During that time I had got to know a few people at my local church and one evening one of them told me that I was waking on the stroke of 3 a.m each morning and that when this next happened I should rest on my elbows and make quite sure I was fully awake. I would then feel pressure on my leg. He could not say more except, that according to his Spirit Guide, I could expect something special.

On 28 October 2009 I awoke at 3am.  Mindful of what had been said I sat up in bed. I was definitely awake. The room was dark and chilly. I pulled the duvet up around my bare shoulders  and looked again at the time.  Four minutes had passed. I lay still for a bit longer and then felt a gentle pressure on the outside of my right calf.  I was stunned. Not knowing how to react I rolled over towards the centre of the bed and slid my hand under  the other pillows and there to my amazement Rob appeared to be laying beside me but on top of the bedclothes.  He was fully dressed in a sports jacket white shirt and golf club tie, navy trousers and highly polished shoes. He had his eyes shut and he looked beautiful. He had his usual outdoorsy tan but his skin had another quality, which I have no real means to describe to you. His skin had a silky, pearly quality as if subtly lit  from within. The effect of this light reminded me of white under ultra violet light but a gentler effect and not so stark or glaring. All this was clearly visible during the small hours in an unlit room in late October.

We talked but I do not remember seeing his lips move or hearing any sound.  It went thus:-

Me:   What are you doing here ?  Why have you come ?

Rob:  I was sent.

Me:    I am OK.  You don’t need to worry about me.

Rob:   I watched that film Ghost with you the other evening,

Me:   Yes Patrick Swayze died of the same thing as you and they are showing his films.

Rob:  I watched that other one with you too….Dirty something or other. Didn’t like it

Whilst we had this very mundane conversation Rob remained flat on his back whilst I was leaning on my elbow looking at him.  Over his abdomen I could see Bessie, my dog, asleep in her basket. She had not stirred.  I could see the time on the clock radio at the other side of the bed from mine. It was 3.20am. I could see the rest of the room clearly and in detail as if it was the middle of the afternoon.

Then Rob got up from the bed and walked around it towards the window. I made a note of his height against the cupboard door. He seemed to be looking at the curtain pole as if there was something wrong with it. The roller binds were pulled down. They are not blackout blinds  and I observed that it appeared to be as daylight outside which enabled me to see his face and for the first time I saw him with his eyes open as he turned towards me and gave me a very loving smile which was full of support and understanding. Whilst I watched him he simply melted away.

I was now laying on my back having watched Rob walk around the bedroom until he departed.  My clock said just 3.40am. The room had gone back to dark.  I was aware of how smooth my hands felt. Rubbing them together I noticed they made no noise. They felt as if I had used the very best of hand creams.  Then I realised my fingers and parts of my palms had the same light I had seen on Rob’s skin.  It was all very overwhelming emotionally and I chose to sleep and think about it all in the morning.

On waking everything that I remembered seemed like a dream. It was as if the act of sleeping had altered my belief that all this had actually happened. Had I dreamt it all ?  My first instinct was to get up and see what was wrong with the curtain pole and yes there was a mark just where Rob seemed to be looking.  Then I arranged pillows to check the sight line to the dog and the other radio alarm. Yes that all checked out too. And his height against the cupboard door measured correctly.  I needed a long walk to clear my mind.

On return I decided to speak to the medium who had for warned me.  And yes he already knew from his Spirit Guide I had received my night visitor.   I will add that neither before nor since this occurrence have I ever dreamt of Rob.  I am told this is because I would choose to stay with him and not return to live out the rest of my life.   What passes between us during my sleeping hours will never be remembered by me. Over two years after his visit and nearly five years after his passing I have never yet dreamt of him.

Mary