The Irresistible

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Now, as the days grow shorter, and the trees shed their summer gear, I felt it was a good time to look back to just a few days ago, when those trees were at their most handsome. The irresistible wish to share such beauty fell upon the pics above. I hope you enjoy them.

Living as we do, in an aggressively materialistic society, we are sometimes subjected to scoffing tongues and pointed type. Many folk dedicate themselves to discouraging others from their spirituality. We all suffer for their ignorance.

As we need more light than darkness in our lives, I would ask any friendly reader, who agrees with me, to consider such folk in their payers tonight.

With that, I wish peace for every living soul. Namaste from Amras.

 

If you don’t know where you’re going,

any road will take you there. 

George Harrison.

 

 

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

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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 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.