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Namaste, and greetings. I’ll not write much today, except to say that with Spring being so close, it’s time to brandish cameras and head into the great outdoors again. Amanda took hers down to Surrey, in London’s South West, where our son lives. Here they strolled, and saw the sights above.

Canals are a common site in Britain. During their hey-day, they were a super fast highway for go-ahead businesses. Now they’re mainly for leisure purposes.

Our son particularly wanted Amanda to see Eric Clapton’s old guitar, so they ended up at Sullivans Wine Bar, (even tough Amanda doesn’t drink.) I enjoyed seeing the “Keep Britain Tidy” poster.  Not so long ago society didn’t care, and you had to watch where you were stepping.  Comparatively speaking, soiled streets are almost a thing of the past here now;  just like Concorde. I remember when Concorde was a grand dream for the future, though now it may said to stand beside the skeletons of dinosaurs. Tempus tends to fugit quite a lot of late.

But nevertheless, what grander wonders are awaiting us just around that next corner?

Until next time, thank you for reading, and peace from Amras.

 

Share with others, not only your knowledge, but those doubts that you may have,

because in speaking words, you are then able to control the thoughts. ~ Salumet.

 

 

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

Closer They Flew

Guardians

People in this world must make their own sunshine. Discouragement too often overtakes those whose lives pass in the petty details of common-place existence.

Of all things, when the mood of discouragement overtakes one, he should think of anything and everything else than his own troubles, and more than this, should take measures at once to follow new currents of thought and feeling.

Sometimes the mood is merely the result of bodily conditions; and requires for its cure sleep, or exercise in open air, or change of diet, or a simple waiting until it passes away of itself. When it springs from causes not connected to the body, then the cure must be spiritual or intellectual.

An interesting novel, visitation among the poor, constant intercourse with fresh minds, change of scene, travel, the study of a science new to the patient, anything that will absorb the brain and keep it from consuming itself is good medicine.

The world is full of sunshine and beauty. “It is meet, right, and our bounden duty,” that we should open our hearts to all the soothing, healing, invigorating influences of the sky that bends over us in unchanging love, the balmy air, the happy chirp of innumerable insects, the ten thousand voices with which nature speaks to him whose ears are opened to receive her gentle teachings.

“Sunshine And Culture” from The “Summerland Messenger” 1875.

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I manned my freshly repaired stair-lift, and made my way downstairs. Then, I stood outside, propped by two sticks, and felt the wintry sun shining on my face. Emmie, our faithful greyhound, sauntered up, and leaned gently against me.

High up, above the chestnut trees,  many figures were seemingly engaged in a fierce dog-fight. Closer they flew, until I could see that eight crows were harassing a very large hawk.

Closer yet they flew, until they were directly overhead. At this point, six crows departed, leaving two, who corralled the hawk even closer to view. I could count his feathers almost. Suddenly the crows headed for the trees, and the hawk, set free, soared away westward.

What a time to leave my camera indoors.

 

With that, I would like to thank all readers who enjoy this site; and a special thank you to Jay, for your patience and selfless kindness. (In return, I would like to ask for any reader who may feel so inspired, to say a little prayer for Jay.)

My health, perforce, is keeping me a little preoccupied, which is why I haven’t been blogging much of late. So I hope at least to create quality for you (if not quantity.)

 

The pic, “Guardians” was inspired by the story above, I hope you like it.

 

In The Name of The Universal Declaration of World Peace ~ Namaste from Amras.

 

 

 

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.

Appearances

Appearances

 

As individuals, working out our freedom, we want to get away from argument, from hurts, from trying to force our opinions on others, from pretending, and from the feeling that we have to suffer other people’s criticism. This can be come in one, and only one, way: by seeing right through all this camouflage to the eternal Spirit back of each one of us, the One Mind in which we all “live and move and have our be­ing.” All are made out of the same Stuff. When we unify, in love, with Life, we talk in a universal language with which we can speak to prince or pauper.

~ Ernest Holmes.

 

When wickedness throws down the gauntlet, victory belongs to hearts at peace.

Boy, have I got a story to tell you. Over the holiday, our savings were gutted by parties unidentified. They left us with fresh air to pay our winter bills. Bad time to pick on disabled folk.

Alongside this, Amanda had a punctured tyre, and my stairlift broke down, imprisoning me. Things looked bad.

However, after three phone calls, and no loss of comfort, everything was fixed. We sold a few things, and the rolling storm was transformed back into a fragrant zephyr. I expect fully, that when the perpetrator(s) are rumbled, our stolen monies will be returned too. This story can only get better.

So, there it is. It was bad, but we’ve weathered worse. It made no dent on the peace, and sacredness of our Christmas, and neither should it have. I dearly hope that every reader had a peaceful celebration too.

 

Today, for the first time this New Year, I found the stamina to write a little. While I would love to blog more, my health is a challenging companion. Winter is my least favourite time of year, (except when it snows), because all my activities are so severely curtailed. Darn!

Be that as it may, I hope sincerely, that you, dear reader, are of good cheer today. I hope too that you enjoyed the quote by the brilliant Ernest Holmes, it will be the last for now. Although it’s been a couple of decades since I read his books, I remember them very fondly still.

For a great close-up view, why not try tapping on the above pic. This photo, taken in Limassol, Cyprus, amused me, and seemed àpropos of our story, inasmuch as it just goes to show that appearances are illusionary indeed.

Until next time, peace, and namaste from Amras.

 

“When the soul is without blemish, it can rise far above the highest mountains.”  

~ Apollonius.

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

Holy Days

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With many thanks to all our readers, friends, and followers: May you, and all your loved ones, receive the Joy, and Peace in Abundance, that these Holiest of days may bring.

 

And, Happy New Year too, from Francis, and Amanda.

Beauty in The Dark

Beauty in The Dark

We all came here to find those friends, 

On whom our happiness depends, 

Who, lost in thickest forests now, 

Are seeking solace out of sight, 

And when we finally embrace,

Their trust, regained within the night,

We’ll leave the forests, hand in hand,

To fly back home, and reunite. 

 

 

One night, while walking with my martial arts teacher, we saw a man stop to watch ballet dancers through a studio window. He stayed for just a moment before disappearing into the night.  “For a moment in time,” my teacher said, “He found beauty in the dark.” And, ‘moments in time’ are all that we have. I liked that, especially as I understand that moments in time are all that we may share; and, I felt it advisable to create the sort of moments for others that I would like others to create for me.

 

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Generally speaking, the man who is misunderstood, who is frequently criticized,

is likely to be doing something worth­while. It is the person with whom everyone agrees

that is lost in the mass of mediocrity. The head that lifts itself above the others has

the rock thrown at it, so we need not be concerned when people criticize us.

Of course it is normal to want people to like us, and a good thing to say to ourselves

when people criticize us is: “If people knew me better they would like me.”

This is literally true, for if we could know every man in the right way

we would certainly find something in him to admire.  

~ Ernest Holmes.

 

 

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With thanks, and best wishes to all our readers, and followers. In case poor health prevents me from posting again before Christmas, I will take this opportunity now to wish you all the very best, and happiest Yuletide, ever.

 

~ Namaste from Amras.

 

 

 

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.

Eternal Day

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The soul longs, with its deepest intensity, for self-preserva­tion. It is the spiritual conviction in that deep cryptic being of ours that we are born of eternal day and made in the image of God to traverse a heavenly way. It is the strongest emotion we have. Why is this true unless way back there, in the be­ginnings of creation, there was incarnated in us that deathless Principle of Life which of Itself knows no defeat? We may analyze ourselves all we want to, and get a certain satisfaction out of so doing, but there can never come lasting peace and happiness without spiritual conviction, the reason being that Spirit is Reality. ~ Ernest Holmes.

 

To all friends, followers, and fellow bloggers, (I am too ill to write more for now) – Blessings, and Namaste from Amras.

 

Contemplation

 

“Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, 

and the life of the candle will not be shortened.

Happiness never decreases by being shared.”

~ Buddha 

 

 

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.

Her Coat of Fawn

Man spends the first third of his life in preparing himself for life—physically, mentally, and financially. He is always expecting, hoping, progressing, expanding—something big, something satisfying is going to happen. Consequently, his mind is open. He is happy. He is expressing. During the next third of his life, speaking of the average man, he marries, he has a family. His whole thought and emotion is spent here. But quite frequently, in the last third of his life he begins to meet with frustrations. When the time was that everyone believed in some kind of religion, he trusted to some kind of a future. Now this is more likely than not to be shaken. Dr. Jung, one of the world’s greatest psychologists, said: “As a physician I am convinced that it is hygienic—if I may use the word—to discover in death a goal towards which one can strive; and that shrinking away from it is something unhealthy and abnormal which robs the second half of life of its purpose. I therefore consider the religious teaching of a life hereafter consonant with the standpoint of psychic hygiene.” And people who do not have it will miss something, because during that last third of life there will be little to which they can look forward. That is why we often see the last third of a man’s life appear to decline when it should be another great ex­perience and a subjective preparation for some- thing even more sublime.

Ernest Holmes.

She Holds the Sky

In honour of our oneness, and of every season shared. Namaste to all, from Amras.

Arithmetic= Number in itself
Geometry= Number in space
Music/Harmonies= Number in time
Astronomy= Number in space and time

Pythagoras

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.

More Toys and Things

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Namaste, and greetings. As promised, I have returned with more photos from Hartlebury Castle Museum. This time, most of the pics have a ‘horsey’ theme. And, though most things here are older than my memories, I well remember those old telephones in their red kiosks, though they will never replace iPhones. It’s also been many a year since I rode upon a hobby-horse, (or a real one for that matter.)

I can remember too, those colourful old-style gypsy caravans. Romany folk are called ‘Tinkers’ in Ireland, (an old name for metal workers,) and their lifestyle seemed very romantic indeed when I was just five years old. Today gypsies enjoy the benefits of modern motor homes, and I don’t blame them.

By the way, did you notice the dedication to Hephaestus on the forge? I liked that, and I think it’s because Amanda wasn’t taking things too seriously, that she ended up in ye medieval stocks*.

 

Wellsy

 

A word to the wise, hackers broke into Amras888, but now we are clean again: villainy confounded. Take great care everyone, and stay vigilant.

Until next time, with deepest thanks to all good folk who stop by this blog, Peace from Amras.

 

 

“It is shame to be enslaved by the idea of salvation when our minds are self-liberating.”

Telestai saying.

 

 

 

*In case you are wondering, I’m not old enough to remember ‘ye stocks.’

 

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

Toys and Things

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It has been a long time, for time flies swiftly when we are exploring, (perforce,) the peaks and valleys of our respective inner landscapes. My health dips more during seasonal transitions, and this Autumn is no different. However, I’m back, at least for today, and with these photos to share.

Taken by Amanda and Luke, at Hartlebury Castle Museum, they show a little of the history, toys, things, and fashions which have left their mark. Plus some sculptures old and new. (The bar is modern, but still makes a good pic.)

The museum is situated in Worcestershire, and is open to the public for most of the year.

I hope to return with part two in this series very soon, though my internet attendance record is a bit patchy. Working on my old mac can be so like taking a wheezy and arthritic old dog out for a walk, that I may have to buy it a wheelchair, (like a mini version of mine.)  Therefore please forgive me if my replies to comments come late. Such tardiness!

 

Namaste, and thanks from my heart to you all ~ Amras.

 

“To give pleasure to a single heart by a single act is better than a thousand heads bowing in prayer.”
― Mahatma Gandhi 

 

 

 

Photography©Amanda Moloney.

The Ancestral Structure

The Ancestral Structure

A long time ago, before we arrived,  the stage was all set for matter alive.

Each one, a rung, on the spiralling stair, we all belong to each other’s care.

 

 

Even though the year feels barely begun, I am watching chestnut leaves turning to gold, and drop to Earth. Despite all the commotion in the world, the fallen leaves always remind me of corn flakes.

On those days when the sun still shines warm and brightly, I sit in my comfortable wheelchair, under the shade of the green magnolia tree. And, I sometimes marvel at the contrast between now, and what life on Earth was like, just ten years ago. I prefer things the way they are now, (though not my health, obviously), because while knowledge may not be bliss, ignorance had simply disempowered us all.

It is so very sad to observe our brothers and sisters who are choosing to divide, and to conquer. More so, when any child can understand that we have but one source, origin, and sustenance. Our shared lineage is sacred, and we are each as a tiny leaf on a mighty and ancient tree. This is the ancestral structure, and the planet Earth is the holy foundation on which it rests.

While sat under the tree, I visualised the ground beneath my wheels being as clear as glass, and allowing me to perceive the greatness that reaches out to us from the heart of below. And it looked to me as if the great mother’s arms are outstretched to us, longing that we should respond, in love.

When the temperature dropped, as it often does on even the brightest of English days, Luke fired up our wood burner, enabling me to stay outside for just a little while longer.  In the burner I spotted a spider, trapped on a piece of chopped wood, surrounded by flames, and I imagine that I felt her despair.  I reached into the flames and called her. She ran straight onto my hand, and took refuge, to calm her nerves, in a fold of my coat. Or so it seemed. When you realise that all life is one, it’s obvious that the feelings of even the smallest creatures are our feelings too. Life is a sharing experience. I implore heaven, to rescue those human souls who are surrounded by the fires of man’s creation.

It has been many hours since I wrote the first paragraph, and the moon is now practically overhead. I don’t know about you, but for the last few days, to me, the sun has appeared larger, and the moon brighter than ever before. Fascinating.

With those words I must bow out, and send my sincerest thank you to all followers, and likers; because together, I’m sure that we are delivering positive influences, effectively, into the living ethers. Namaste from Mr A.

 

Chimeneer

I thought I saw Jesus

on a tram.

I said “Are you Jesus?”

He replied “Yes I am”.

~ Spike Milligan.

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.

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