Light And Music, Paisley Abbey. Artist – John Clark, 1988
The fool-hearty,
the wise
the joker in guise
The message appears
before your eyes
Captivated,
enjoying the dance.
Lost in the music
totally entranced.
A heavenly chorus
immersed in light,
a heart resurrected
a wondrous sight.
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Something strange is happening,
it’s like she’s in the Twilight Zone
It’s full of smoke and mirrors
and fear of the unknown
Every image tells a story
as she look into the glass
Staring face to face with questions
she was too afraid to ask.
Facing all the shadows
bringing them to light,
haunting her in daytime
and in her dreams at night
Trajectory is changing
or maybe she’s lost the plot
busy trying to make sense
of what is real, and what is not.
There’s a cat among the pigeons,
it’s creating quite a mess
Feather’s flying everywhere
along with confusion and distress
Like a mouse, feeling trapped now,
as the game moves on full force
Knowing the time is here,
to plot the latest course.
Little whiskers twitching,
assessing the open field,
It should be a time of harvest,
to collect a bountiful yield.
Yet everything looked different
from the bloom that had been foreseen,
Life had become a nightmare
instead of all she had dreamed.
All at once like magic,
the zone just disappears.
Snapped back to reality,
the smoke begins to clear.
What’s on the horizon,
only time will tell,
Whether she lands in heaven,
or finds herself in hell.
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When the insurrection is in the mind, it can never be quelled.
When the resurrection is in the heart, love flows eternal.
When compassion is in the words, healing springs forth
When the revolution is in the actions the game changes forever…
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It was so long ago,
when you left me,
with tears in my eyes
I had to say goodbye
Never knowing then,
what I know now,
of how you’d haunt me
with an unannounced,
yet welcome rendezvous
in the astral plane,
for a brief moment in time,
before the alarm bell rings
waking me from a dream
to leave you behind,
like you left me,
all those years ago.
Yearning for sleep to return
I imagine gluing my eyes closed.
Knowing that even a brief glimpse,
is better than the shadows
that have lived in my heart
in the eternity since we parted
I’d never imagined then,
that in the future,
I’d dream of going to sleep
for that brief moment in time
when we were together again.
Sharing a laugh and a hug,
lingering memories that never fade
like the feelings trapped inside
Reminding me that once,
long ago, we were entwined
before you had to go,
leaving me to wonder,
if in another place in time
we are together.
Walking hand in hand,
in a parallel land,
just like this one
laughter etches
lines of our future
on our faces.
instead of tears
from the past
when we say goodbye
to those who touch our soul.
Memories float like ghosts
trapped in an ethereal prison
that no-one but me can see
Hauntingly beautiful,
It was so long ago you left me…
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Orange tipped butterfly – female (only males have orange tips)
Th
e butterfly returned
seeking me out
Not just flying by
Pausing for a moment
dancing before my eyes
She spread her wings
revealing her markings
Showing me the other side
“Do you recognise me?”
she seemed to want to know
then I knew for sure
That we had met before.
I smiled in recognition
and together we danced
in the wonder of it all.
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I’m reblogging this today as a picture with just me and Wayne popped up on my timeline 8 years after I posted it. My specs are squinty and after a busy, hot day I’m certainly not looking my best but that doesn’t matter to me as I was feeling heavenly. Have a great day everyone, no matter what you’re doing find the peace within. Love, Beth
I’ve waited a long time to share this story with anyone except a few of my closest friends but it seems the time has finally arrived.
Back in 2012, I wrote myself a Goals for Life list and one of my wishes was to give Dr. Wayne W. Dyer a hug to thank him for the gifts he had brought to this world.
I had long been familiar with Hay House and the contribution they were making to the world and had already began the journey within a few years earlier after meeting David Hamilton PhD and The Caring Clown aka Margaret McCathie who worked alongside Patch Adams in 2008 while I was studying NLP.
David is an amazing man with a sparkle in his eyes and a wealth of wisdom inside him. A bio-chemist who had worked within the pharmaceutical industry and realised the powerful nature of the placebo…
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SOS
HEAVEN ON FIRE
DEW DROPS
CALL MINERVA
SEND HELP
STOP
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Seal_of_California
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sulis
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Directed-energy_weapon#Mirrors_of_Archimedes
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I should have listened to my heart not my insecurities.
There is no such thing as too much love or knowledge
Everything grows with love
I just can’t stop loving you
Reflections of the love you give to me
May love and peace guide our way
As above, so below
Awaken oh world
Thank you for the good you have given me
Perfect love casts out all fear
I guess it’s time to move forward
It is a future of ascension you are creating
What you don’t believe me?
To understand the planets is to understand the world
Imbolc the Crown of Creation
May you have courage
You can feel love in the air around you
You will be marvellous
Heaven forever
It’s a miracle that you are here at all, don’t you think?
I love when people are good to each other
Within you dwells the infinite wisdom of the ages
Nobody can grant you honour but yourself
Make a wonderful wish magnify
Let’s be positive to get a positive result
Love above all through will
Synchronise and harmonise
Heart of Wisdom
Heavenly people
The secret pathway
Love forever holds the key
Everything is a reflection of our consciousness
The story of Life on Planet Earth from Beginning to End
If you are reading this then I am with you
Everything is sacred, even the lessons
Turn on your love light and let it shine wherever you go.
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Thomas Napier Speir Memorial, Paisley Abbey
“The apparent overlaying of pre-Christian, probably Druidic sites, particularly in the more Celticised regions, by the later Celtic monastic orders would seem to run parallel with the view that the Culdees were the ‘Christian inheritors of the Druids’. In other words the same mystery wisdom teaching would appear to be central to both the Druidic and Celtic Christian philosophical tradition, especially when one considers that both appear to have employed the same principles embodied in an ancient sacred science. For example, the siting and format of their places of worship and also the use of holy healing wells.” Barry Dunford
St. Peter’s Well, Renfrewshire
“It would appear that in the remote past certain geomantic vortex points on the earth’s surface were found to be conducive for the interconnection between sub-terrestrial, terrestrial and cosmic influences and vibrations. A specific vibrational field was created by the interaction of these forces which proved conducive to spiritual activities and higher communement with other dimensional frequencies. It was at these geomantic points that sites of spiritual worship were often established, and thus we find megalithic stone monuments (circles, standing stones and dolmens etc.) and later temples, monasteries and churches, all strategically placed at these geomantic power points and almost always sited in some form of alignment with each other.” Barry Dunford
Click here for more information on Visions of Albion: The Key to the Holy Grail by Barry Dunford.
The Barochan Cross
The Barochan Cross, Paisley Abbey
The Barochan Cross under a stained glass window dedicated to William Wallace, featuring Samson breaking the chains.
The former site of The Barochan Cross in Renfrewshire is now the location of a war memorial. It is possible, in the past this was a gathering site for the people to come together as a community for prayer and to discuss issues of the day.
I wonder what would happen if instead of war memorials on the power points we had something celebrating the peace makers, the philosophers, the mathematicians, the astronomers, the musicians, the inventors, the artists, the mystics and the poets.
https://www.facebook.com/Vision-of-Albion-The-Key-to-the-Holy-Grail-1067260570023540/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Peter%27s_Well%2C_Houston
https://canmore.org.uk/site/43098/barochan-cross
https://ancientmonuments.uk/124181-barochan-cross-paisley-east-and-central-ward
http://www.scottisharchitects.org.uk/architect_full.php?id=203714
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“Paradise found” she said.
And everyone laughed.
Here, how, no way
They sneered, looking down
on their town, where unity
once lived, beyond religion.
They all sat down, and spoke
together with respect, with care
about the people there, in the
past, future possibilities
redeemed, of a dream,
of a memory reborn
and a land brought to life
Heavenly voices sharing
messages of love
from above, a return
of a place, a heavenly space
Back to Eden, the message
now in, Paradise found.
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