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

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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 jggrz from Pixabay

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

 

 

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

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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

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