A friend returns to the garden.
Finally, a sunny day. Quite cold, but sunny. And the long-awaited blooms have returned to the dress the bare magnolia. I wanted to share the moments, so here they are, in pics. I hope you like them, and I also hope to return with lots more pics, very soon.
Namaste from Amras.
Photography ©Francis Moloney.
Namaste dear world. From the forests of a childhood – and the dreams of a Druid. these pics were taken some years ago, when I could still get around with just a stick. They were taken close to the places, here in England, where I have lived the longest. Many tree-topped hills of mystical repute, and beauty have surrounded me, and accompanied me through the best, and worst of times.
Outside my window, the late Spring is opening so very slowly, it’s almost as if it’s afraid that it will get caught in the snow, again. The above pics were taken during an October, and I’m using them to remind the trees that they need to wake up now, just in case they haven’t noticed the time.
Please click on the pics for generous views. And, thank you so much, to all my ‘fellows’ at WordPress, your blogs keep me enthralled, no exaggeration.
With that, I must rest me broken frame, and wish you peace. Amras Arcamenel.*
* “Arcamenel” means “Pray To Heaven” in Tolkien’s Quenya Dictionary, if I remember correctly.
Photography ©Francis Moloney.
May my thoughts be ever pure,
From true love my actions spring,
May my ways be strong and sure,
And my heart, life’s praises sing.
Words I repeated in my mind four decades ago, whenever I found myself becoming bored by tedious tasks. I hope they may be useful.
I would love to have enough energy to post something new every day, but I don’t. Lately, after hours of reading, I seem to need more and more time resting away from my computer. Never the less, reading the wonderful blogs created by you, the highly talented WP family, never fails to inspire me with the wish to contribute more work. Thank you all.
The photo is a macro of a rare specimen of Star Hollandite Quartz. Said to be useful for folk who are seeking their soul’s purpose in the present incarnation. I feel it is an appropriate crystal to complement the mantra.
With thoughts for peace, Namaste from Amras.
“We are Crystals at the Centre of our Beings.”
Art & Photography ©Francis Moloney.
With the snow now disappearing, apart from several four-foot high dunes, and the occasional small blanket seen in the shadows of the hills, the land looks rather dark, and essentially ready for the new life to arrive.
The songbirds who made it through this winter are a tough breed indeed.
Taking advantage of cleared roads, Amanda and Luke headed out on a photo shoot, and they found these handsome models, who were happy to pose for Amras888.
I hope you like them, and I hope too that they will find very good homes.
With thanks to all of my blogging friends, and all who grace the net with their light and love. Namaste from Amras Arcamenel.
Photography ©Luke Moloney.
“April fool slips shyly in and wonders why the snow still lingers on”
I hope you like my attempt at Haiku, I looked out of my window today, and allowed these words to take form in my mind. The photos, taken a couple of weeks ago, marked the first occasion that I had felt physically strong enough to venture out back.(Or anywhere else, for that matter, since I posted “Cool On A Hill”). The snow isn’t quite so bad today. Please enjoy.
Namaste from Amras.
Photography ©Amanda Moloney.
From the Land of Snow, still waiting for the Sun. But the view from my window still dazzles. Here are a few more pics taken recently by Amanda. They show how, down here in our corner of fairyland, we are still feeling the chilled breath of the North. I hope you like them.
Below are the words to a song I wrote for a Folk-Rock group that I joined once. I think it was 1970, or thereabouts. It was definitely in Wintertime though.
Winter’s Snow falling down
Hungry birds search the ground
Cold my face, my hands, my feet
Warm my heart, the spirit’s heat
Far the sky, purple night
Very high, beyond sight
I will fly, string and kite
Snowdrop’s sigh, feather light
Blowing cloud, chilly wind
Through the trees, out and in
Flowing through purple night
Golden glow, spirit light
Thrown away body’s binds
Down to lay for to find
Warmer ways, peaceful mind
Thousand petalled lotus shines
Winter’s snow falling down
Sings its song, makes no sound
Sitting high on a hill
Smiling face, keeping still
Cold around cannot bite
Gentle sound turning sight
Love is found, burning bright
Snow falls ’round purple night
And with that, I bid you peace, and Namaste from Amras.
Photography ©Amanda Moloney.
Nobody knows where the spirit lies
Some people search all the passing eyes
In all those faces of masked disguise
And love comes from wishing cloud skies
High on a mount in the sacred place
The holy sun is born to the lake
He radiates his life – the sun´s son
In water and cosmic energy the God´s flow
And he is the spirit in the lake of time
His eyes are the truth you seek
His face is blue wishing cloud skies
His voice is warm breezes to the meek
And love comes from wishing cloud skies.
“Manco Capac” by Quintessence.*
Close your eyes, and “look” to your right. If you see Lord Krishna standing alongside you, he will surely cast his gaze upon you, and smile. And you will remember in an instant that you knew him once, so very long ago. And you will see in his radiant blue face the one that you truly are. And you will know that you are family.
Peace, and Namaste from Amras.
Manco Capac (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
* http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quintessence_(English_band)
Artwork ©Francis Moloney.
In the province of the mind, what one believes to be true is true or becomes true, within certain limits to be found experientially and experimentally. These limits are further beliefs to be transcended. In the mind, there are no limits. (John Lilly, 1972).
With my thanks to all readers, friends, and followers. A quickie from me tonight. Back in ’72, I read John C Lilly’s statement in his book, “The Center of The Cyclone“. Since then, I have often meditated on his words. Finding inspiration in them, I occasionally feature them as a footnote. Tonight, I thought it would be nice to give them prominence. Hope they, and the artwork above inspire you. Namaste from Amras.
Art ©Francis Moloney: 2013.
I forgive everything, everyone, every experience,
every memory of the past or present that needs forgiveness.
I forgive positively everyone.
I also forgive myself for past mistakes.
The Source is Love, and I am forgiven and governed by universal love alone.
This love is now readjusting my life. Realising this, I abide in peace.
A few years ago I found myself becoming unpleasantly disposed towards a rather silly and irksome relative, who was attempting to misappropriate some family inheritance from us. (Roll eyes in despair.) Well, of course, he just made a fool of himself, but I, being unable to leave my bed to work out my anger, was in danger of stewing. This event had triggered my *vasana’s, and they were in overdrive. Spontaneous Combustion seemed likely.
I Googled “Affirmations for Forgiveness.” Charles Fillmore’s words were wonderful. I made a voice recording, hid it under “pink noise,” and added a binaural beat using “Audacity” (Free Download) to induce Theta brain wave activity. The Theta brain wave state allows suggestions to be stamped upon the unconscious mind.
I’m sure there was no need to be so thorough, and that simply reciting the words is sufficient, but I meant business. Growing alert to how “isolated” events can open a Pandora’s Box lurking in our emotional landscapes is worth every effort. If our responses to these events are born from undesirable urges, then the doors to heaven slam shut on us. Not so much as a single molecule of indignation can ever be allowed to cross that veil.
So, my deepest thanks to Charles Fillmore, for his wonderful inspiration, and to you, my readers.
Reading and writing can be surprisingly painful and exhausting endeavours for me at times, so thank you for your patience when my posts are more sporadic than I would like.
Looking forward to the Spring…..Namaste from Amras.
*Conditioned tendencies and dispositions.
Photograph ©Francis Moloney.
