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.

Those Falling Leaves

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.

The Winners Take All

 

 

 

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We study so hard, reading, practicing, meditating, ever more and more; to generate ever more inspiration for ourselves.

In consequence of this, if we are ethical and discerning individuals, who follow our hearts, we will encode our bodies with the genetic and subtle information intended to ensure that in the future, we are *born knowing, and owning all that material.

This releases the old stresses from our minds, and we are now set free to explore ever greater heights of awareness, and unity.

Just as our ancestors strove for our sakes, so we strive to develop the light of learning within ourselves, on the behalf those waiting to be born. It is for our honour.

As surely as that for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction, the consequences for souls who “turn a blind eye” to other’s suffering are certain to be unhappiness in equal measure. It’s blindingly obvious.

A future blessed by innocence, or marred by guilt are the choices we face; and, either way, the winners take all.

Kindness is the key to the door of the branch of knowledge that is useful – and harmless is the fruit that life craves most.

 

*We are born with every breath.

 

Until next time, with good wishes from Amras – who is functioning currently at acceptable parameters; Namaste.

 

 

“A hundred times every day I remind myself that

my inner and outer life depend upon the labours of other men, living and dead,

and that I must exert myself in order to give in the measure

as I have received and am still receiving.”

~ Albert Einstein.

The images were taken at Chichester Cathedral ~ Photography ©Luke Moloney.

All This is Happening

1-Pan-Densities

Consciousness is key – please enjoy:

1st Density b

Imagine a dot: 1

 

2nd Density

Now, imagine another dot, and draw a line from one dot to the other: 2

 

3rd Density

Now imagine that the line is the shadow of a needle: 3

 4th Density

 Now, place a tiny flee on your needle,

and let him go for a walk around the needle,

 – It takes a little time: 4

Imagined

Now remind yourself that all this is happening in your imagination: 5

You have just experienced dimensions one to five.

One double musical helix for Tappas 2spotty

“Work appears when the worker is ready”.

Let us be in the service of our beloved sisters and brothers,

that God will open the closed gates,

placing us at the exact position where required hands lack.

André Luiz

 

Namaste, and peace, from Amras.

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.

What Lies Above

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I like to imagine a tiny fish living in his tiny rock pool. He cannot see what lies above the surface of the water, because when he looks there, he sees only his own reflection.  His universe is closed.  Now, if you submerge three or four fingers into the pool, what do you suppose the fish will see? – alien objects invading his universe, several of them.  If he were a thinking fish he would  assume, logically, that three or four individual worm-like monsters had invaded his world.  How could he know that he was not really looking at three or four wormy things, but in reality, one human hand simply stirring his pool.

When we observe extra dimensional phenomena, they source from beyond our human experiential and cognitive fields.  We can only describe our experiences according to the limits imposed upon us by our languages and our programming. During this earthly sojourning, these abilities are rendered inadequate for an ‘eagle’s eye’ view of reality. The price of incarnation

In an unlimited universe, we share material limitations along with all other living things

Understanding this, lets intend now to become kinder to ourselves, and then perhaps it will follow that we should become kinder to each other.

With sincere thanks and appreciation to all follows and givers of likes. I have been too poorly to do much writing of late, and apart for some daily tweeting, I haven’t spent as much time online as I would like. I hope this will improve as time goes on.  For now, please enjoy the artwork, and keep on creating those wonderful WordPress reads.

Namaste and peace from Amras.

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.