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Tulipsii Tulipsiii Tulips

 

These tulips are a gift for your eyes. I hope you like them. They represent my thanks to all our followers, and friends.

The weather is improving, and, in my thoughts, I fondly anticipate the days of summer to come.

A few days ago, I came across the enthusiastically named “Cathar Prophesy of 1244″, and, because I felt that the words were both inspired, and inspiring, I decided to share them with you on this post.

 

THE CATHAR PROPHECY OF 1244 AD  concerning the RE-ESTABLISHMENT OF THE INNER CHURCH OF LOVE

It has no fabric, only understanding.

It has no membership, save those who know they belong.

It has no rivals, because it is non-competitive.

It has no ambition for it seeks only to serve.

It knows no boundaries for nationalism’s are unloving.

It is not of itself because it seeks to enrich all groups and religions.

It acknowledges all great Teachers of all the ages who have shown the truth of Love.

Those who participate, practise the Truth of Love in all their beings.

There is no walk of life or nationality that is a barrier. Those who are, know.

It seeks not to teach but to be, and by being, enrich.

It recognises that the way we are may be the way of those around us because we are that way.

It recognises the whole planet as a Being of which we are a part.

It recognises that the time has come for the supreme transmutation, the ultimate alchemical act of conscious change of the ego into a voluntary return to the whole.

It does not proclaim itself with a loud voice but in the subtle realms of loving.

It salutes all those in the past who have blazoned the path but have paid the price.

It admits no hierarchy or structure, for no one is greater than another.

Its members shall know each other by their deeds and being and by their eyes and by no other outward sign save the fraternal embrace.

Each one will dedicate their life to the silent loving of their neighbour and environment and the planet, whilst carrying out their task however exalted or humble.

It recognises the supremacy of the great idea which may only be accomplished if the human race practises the supremacy of Love.

It has no reward to offer either here or in the hereafter save that of the ineffable joy of being and loving.

Each shall seek to advance the cause of understanding, doing good by stealth and teaching only by example.

They shall heal their neighbour, their community and our Planet.

They shall know no fear and feel no shame and their witness shall prevail over all odds.

It has no secret, no arcanum, no initiation save that of true understanding of the power of Love and that, if we want it to be so, the world will change – but only if we change ourselves first.

ALL THOSE WHO BELONG, BELONG. THEY BELONG TO THE CHURCH OF LOVE.

 

And with that, until the next post, I bid you peace; and namaste from Amras.

 

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

Boat And Box

 

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Hello dear readers,  the above pics were taken some days ago. Because I am incapable of leaving my room for more than a few minutes at a time, my two favourite photographers take their cameras, (in this case, iPhones,) and share with me images from their walks as they go along. This gives me a sense of what it feels like to be out there. The last few weeks have been especially difficult, but I hope to gain a little mobility when the weather stays warm. Then I will venture into our garden, and sit beneath the blossoming magnolia tree again.

For now, I hope you like the pics, and I hope to return with something new to share; sooner rather than later.

Namaste from Amras.

 

“The wisest Spirit would not affirm dogmatically the point in which matter ends and Spirit begins.” ~ Chico Xavier.

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

The Gift of Flowers

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Namaste dear readers, it seems that the primal cosmic kindnesses of shining sun and sky couldn’t wait for another day to display their love for the gardens of the earth. Or to put it another way, the sun came out and the gardens awoke; always a big deal in England.

I grabbed my stick, donned my hat, and took these pics to share with you. I sincerely hope you like them.

Along with my thanks to readers, I wish to thank *Salvino D’Armate, for inventing spectacles, without which, I, and many of you, I dare say, would not even be able to read this post, or ever enjoy the gift of flowers.

I wish you Peace in perpetuity, Amras.

 

 The world is dying

only for the people

who strive to kill it,

But for the people

who love and care

for the world, it is

just being born.

~ “For Dad” by Luke Moloney (aged six.)

 

 

* I wonder what he’s doing now.

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

On Dark Waters of Isis

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Namaste, and greetings dear readers. Last month, our son, Luke, took these pics while boating on the Thames.  London seemed bluer than usual that day; nothing unusual about the rain though. Luke took these on his iPhone. The “UFO” over the battleship is only a reflected lamp. (Pity.)

I hope to return soon, and I wish you all a very happy day. Amras.

 

Dark is the world to thee; thyself art the reason why,
For is He not all but thou, that hast power to feel “I am I”?
Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

 

Photography ©Luke Moloney.

It Matters Not

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Namaste, I am experiencing one of those times when mobility is more painful than usual. Life is happening to me while I’m busy making other plans. Roll on spring, I miss the sun. I’m just looking forward to the good our tomorrows will bring when we keep on caring for each other.

My grateful thanks, as always, to those who kindly drop by this blog, (and special thanks too, to those who wished me happy birthday!). Please forgive me if I can’t always keep up with you.

About the artwork, I’m a poor poet, but I hope you like the sentiment.

Peace from Amras.

“This world is a miserable place for anyone who hasn’t learned internal harmony”  ~ Arthur Yensen.

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.

The Mystery of Gardens

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“As much of heaven is visible as we have eyes to see.”

- Ralph Waldo Emerson.

After being bed-bound for some weeks, it was great to get out for just a few minutes, and to feel the promise of Spring in the sunshine on my face.  I painted the above to celebrate the outdoors; and the mystery of gardens.

Namaste, and peace, from amras.

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.

On the Twelfth Day

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On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, I thought you’d like to see,

*Our New Year local jubilee.

Greetings, I hope the New Year is one of promise for everyone.  My sincere thanks to all followers and likers, for looking in. Together, may we keep on blogging, thus linking our corners of this wonderful world, with friendship and respect.

Namaste from Amras.

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

* Instead of a dozen plangent percussionists.

Now And Forever

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Peace and Blessings, For Now, and Forever, from Francis, Amanda, Luke, & Caribbean Emily. 

 

 

 

 

On The Roof

But yet Happy Lonely

In the 1970’s, I left the suburbs for a while, to live close to the inner-city hospital where I worked.  No more green hills or tall trees in the park for me. I missed them. Far away, in a gap between tall buildings, stood a distant hill.  A sliver of green to keep me connected to the living land beneath me. This particular hill, as it happens, was used by the ancestors as a beacon of light to relay important news across the land. Therefore I also felt connected to the ground via time.

One night, I utilised a torrential downpour to partake of a free shower on the roof. Armed with a towel, and a bar of soap, I learned just how heavily polluted the city rain was. It took days to scrape the tarry filth off of me.

My ordnance survey map suggested that my flat was built over a ley-line.  It must have been charmed, because there was an amateur repair job visible on the ceiling where a German bomb had fallen through; and luckily didn’t explode. I knew the lady who slept in the room the night it happened.  Brave folk. How inspiring, the courage of our forebears in that war, and yet, how very sad, the scars that were seared into their souls, and which our generation inherited, and is still striving to process.

So, on a night when it wasn’t raining, I took one of the above photographs through a window, and the other from the roof, using my old Zenith SLR, and good old Kodachrome ASA/ISO 25, f-stop forgotten, but probably a 30 second exposure. Please excuse my archaic camera-speak.  When I showed the original slides to a favoured uncle, he suggested that they convey a sense of loneliness, yet somehow, contentment; and I felt understood.

This is an amusing memory of mine, one frozen night in February 1980, a disgruntled businessman, sacked from one of the offices I lived above, set fire to the building. I spent the morning standing in the frozen street, wearing only a dressing gown and slippers, a budgie cage in one hand, and a terrified dog in the other, while coughing from smoke inhalation, and responding with facts to the pointed and leading questions of a racially* aggressive CID officer. The house was saved, the perpetrator caught, and my flat stank. After that, I returned to the suburbs.

Although the old building that contained my flat was pleasant and ornate, it was demolished, and replaced with something big, commercial, expensive, and ugly.  Another great day for the greedy ones I dare say. Oh, and just to rub salt into the public wounds, three local hospitals were sold off to commerce too.

At least nowadays we understand how wickedness operates in society.

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Amras has been beset with many health issues of late, the cold season is particularly difficult, and we have received strong negative greetings from one who would wish us sorrow. The blind may be leading the blind, but how very sad it truly feels to watch our brothers and sisters lashing out from darkness.  Forgiveness is a given made in advance, it is only ourselves with whom we need struggle when such a storm passes on by.  Sometimes with silence is the most loving way to reply.

When I started writing this post, moments ago, the wintery sunshine filled my room. Now, suddenly day has become night, wind become rain, then sleet became snow.  And so now it’s time to shut the curtains, until tomorrow.  I hope you enjoyed this read. Thank you for reading my posts, and for writing yours for me to read.

If I am unable to post again before the holy solstice, have a blessed time, and enjoy the cosmic performance. Namaste from Amras Arcamenel.

 

 

*It was neither popular nor profitable to be an Irishman around these parts back then.

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

The Narrow Road

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The snow is deep, my stumbling feet,
I ooh and I ah—how white this sheet!

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Namaste, and greetings to all you good souls, people of the internet, to whom WordPress owes its magic. I’ve been a bit too ill to focus on blogging of late, which explains my longish absence.  Had a good day today though, and we had nice weather to go with it.

Although it hasn’t snowed in our part of the world, it is a likelihood, and so I thought I’d prepare myself with this old digitalised slide, taken in Scotland, over thirty years ago. And, what a wild and lonely place it depicts indeed. I’ve often wondered about the hardy individuals who live in this remote dwelling.

Anyways, I hope you like this memory of mine, (tap on the pic if you’d like a close up view,) and, I digitalised a few more old slides, which, fairly soon, I hope to share with you too.

Oh, and by the way, I turned sixty a few days ago – how cool is that.

Wishing you a very happy day.

Cheers from Amras.

Photo ©Francis Moloney.

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