Happy Christmas

I wouldn’t let Yuletide pass without wishing all our readers the best Christmas, and happiest New Year possible. The storm rages, and the angry waters of chaos churn and boil all around us. Yet in the hearts of those who cross the bridge connecting their souls to heaven, peace is profound. Knowledge conquers fear, courage is the flower of faith, and inner silence conquers all.

Like so many readers, I have been forbidden to see my family and friends. I haven’t seen my dear brother since Christmas last, and he today remains unseen. The hurt and sadness we all feel and share as one, in these revelatory moments, is sacred, and profound precisely because these moments are being shared by billions of us all at once. Can you imagine how it will be when the table turns? In one moment all will know that we are free. Just imagine a tidal wave of infectious joy washing over us on that day – when in the streets and houses, fields, and sky, as even on the sea, we all embrace. Pray for it.

Some readers might notice that I haven’t been publishing as much as usual. I have been kept very busy this year composing and recording music from my room, in collaboration with a young producer. It’s a very long-drawn process because my fingers can rapidly grow too painful to use, and don’t recover quickly. That doesn’t stop me doing it though. So far I’ve no idea when or where we might publish. Stay tuned.

To the many who like and follow our blog, I thank you sincerely for your interest. I have been unable to ‘like’ your blogs for many months, due, no doubt, to some bug in wordpress. If/When it is fixed, you’ll see me on your blogs again.

Until then, and whenever I post again, may this Christmas reveal its sacred core of divine truth in every readers heart.

“All shall be well, all shall be well…For there is a Force of love moving through the universe that holds us fast and will never let us go.”

Julian of Norwich.

Uppercase Urban Ambles

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 in each other’s care.

Namaste, and sincere greetings to all readers. Last weekend, Amanda was back in the capital, on business. With a blog post in mind, she rose with the dawn to take these pics while the streets were free from the morning throngs. And what a beautiful day it was, which seems quite providential when you think about it, because since the weekend we find ourselves scudding through April monsoons once again.

Here in this ancient city, we walk on roads old and new. Here things that came into existence a long time ago endure alongside things now becoming. If this place should stand come two millennia hence, I wonder how much, if any of what we see today will remain.

We belong to our time, as the builders of the wooden ships that sailed from here belonged to theirs. They too walked on roads old and new. If we were they, would we do things differently?

Fortunately, it doesn’t matter, because metaphysical speculation doesn’t increase knowledge. And none of us here are qualified to judge the soul of any other, even though we may taste perforce the rotten fruits of their ignoble labours. However, the divine gift, freely given at birth, which is the knowledge of right and wrong, unites us more intimately with the hearts of our noble ancestors than do all the handmade things they left for us to own, no matter how greatly valued, or even useful they are.

We know only too well the wrongs that were committed by certain ancestors, for we are charged with fixing them. While we observe the blind leading the blind to perdition, divine honour gently reminds us to work hard at keeping our personal lives clean, and above all, blameless. And to know that no matter how painful and difficult our individual lives may be, we are charged with the duty to say no when we are called upon to hurt, steal, cheat, lie and kill. It is as easy as that, where is the confusion?

I love the lonely palm tree, flourishing in exile, and reminding the riverbank of long ago, in a very different time, when lions and crocodiles were familiar feeders around here.

We want to express our gratitude to all who enjoy dropping by, there will be more photos taken during that morning in the big city coming soon. Until then, take care of your thoughts, strive to keep a light heart, and keep in mind at all times the fact that you are a child of the divine creation, no matter what anyone ignorant of this self-evident fact might believe.

Peace from Amras.

Willing to experience aloneness, I discover connection everywhere;
Turning to face my fear, I meet the warrior who lives within;
Opening to my loss, I am given unimaginable gifts;
Surrendering into emptiness, I find fullness without end.
Each condition I flee from pursues me. Each condition I welcome transforms me
And becomes itself transformed Into its radiant jewel-like essence.
I bow to the one who has made it so, Who has crafted this Master Game;
To play it is pure delight, To honor it is true devotion.

~ Psychotherapist Jennifer Welwood.

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

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Artwork ©Francis Moloney.

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