Crystals En Regalia

Namaste, and greetings. This post is a simple tribute to the beauty of crystals. All the above pics were taken in 2004, using an early digital camera. As flowers grow from soil, crystals grow from stone. Crystals remind me of the parable of the lilies of the valley,  “Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his glory was adorned like one of these.…”

When we ponder the many ways that crystals come into being, we can gain insights that will enhance our appreciation for all of creation. From atoms to devas, to crystals, to rainbows, to galaxies, to angels. We stand in the very centre of infinite creation. We are one with all, and all is one with us. According to Rudolph Steiner, the world is crystallised from the consciousness of the highest angelic beings, who give off their energetic and etheric substance to form the matrix of all things on earth.* So with all these deep connections that the intuitive mind makes when pondering the world within, and the understanding of how minerals, with their perfect atomic geometry, are connected to the workings of our bodies, our appreciation of the great divine mystery, felt deeply within the silence of our central selves, is enhanced with ever more heartfelt appreciation and gratitude.

Since our previous post, Amanda, Luke, and I were stricken with the latest flu strain that is rampaging everywhere. They have more or less recovered now, and I, despite all odds, am recovering rather well too. It felt for me like a mini dose of salmonella; so I do hope sincerely that no reader suffers the same. Take good care everyone.

Until next time, Peace from Amras.

“I forgive everything, everyone, every experience, every memory of the past or present that needs forgiveness. I forgive positively everyone. I also forgive myself of past mistakes. The Universe is love, and I am forgiven and governed by love alone. Love is now adjusting my life. Realizing this, I abide in peace.”

Charles Fillmore.

*Quotes from older posts in our Crystal Therapy category: ‘Crystal Minerals And The Body – Part 2’ and ‘Crystals Require More.’ In case anyone noticed, by the way, this posts title was inspired by Frank Zappa.

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

 

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An Enchanted Ingress

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Hello there to all readers. This whimsical pixie doorway exists somewhere in England. I suspect it’s hidden from mortal eyes, normally; yet Amanda spotted it, serendipitously, one day during her travels. Hence the pic.

It reminds me of a time, long ago, when I allowed a friend to take me on a journey by way of a guided visualisation. I became a case study for his psychotherapy assignment. This doorway is just like the one he bade me walk through at the beginning of our first session. Looking back, I remember it was a fascinating, and revealing experience, and one which I would recommend any keen psychonaut to undertake.

The last few weeks have continued to challenge my health, and I find myself quite exhausted for much of the time. As a consequence of this, it can take me a while to catch up with online developments. Please bear with me, and thank you so much, as always, for dropping by.

So, with the sound of hooting coming from the tawny owl perched just outside my window, it’s farewell from the faerie realms, (and until next time, along with prayers of peace for our human world, it’s best wishes from me).

 

The ego wants what you do to be important. As a way of intruding on your spirituality and delaying the truth, it tries to make what you do in the world important and special.
How can anything that occurs in an illusion be important if you actually understand it’s not real?
Only forgiveness and your healing matter. True, that kind of a teaching may not be the basis for a popular religion that takes over the world and tells everybody else how they should be living their lives – but it is definitely the truth.
~ The Disappearance of the Universe

 

 

 

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

When You were Born

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What will it be like to go to sleep and never wake up?

And if you think long enough about that, something will happen to you.

You will find out, among other things, it will pose the next question to you.

What was it like to wake up after having never gone to sleep?

That was when you were born.

You are something that the whole universe is doing in the same way that a wave is something that

the whole ocean is doing… The real you is not a puppet which life pushes around;

the real, deep down you is the whole universe.

Alan Watts.

 

Namaste dear readers, I haven’t been feeling too again good of late, so I won’t write for long. My deepest appreciation goes out to all of you who sent kind wishes in response to our last post, thank you so much.

The duty of those who pray for peace, is to become peace itself, during times of turmoil. This is made achievable by nurturing a very good relationship with the deepest, and most intimate contents of our hearts. When forgiveness wipes the conscience clean, finally, faith becomes a radiant force for divine service.

With that, I shall leave you in peace. Until next time, best wishes from Amras.

 

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.

 

The Blink of A Blackbird’s Eye

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Greetings to my fellow bloggers, and readers.  This post will be, perforce, fairly brief. My health hasn’t been too good of late, and a hospital was in need of a visit.  All is good again now though, and I plan to continue my sojourn through the material world; wanting as I do, to see whatever might happen next.

The photos above show some of the glories of the last few weeks, I sincerely hope you enjoyed them, because I have many more like them for posts to come.

“The Blink of A Blackbird’s Eye” when compared to the span of a day, resembles the stretch of a single life, spent in the world of matter, against the life of the spirit, spent in eternity.

To finish, I can’t think of anything more suitable for the times afoot than the words below.

 

I forgive everything, everyone, every experience,

every memory of the past or present that needs forgiveness.

I forgive positively everyone.

I also forgive myself for past mistakes.

The Source is Love, and I am forgiven and governed by universal love alone.

This love is now readjusting my life. Realising this, I abide in peace.

Charles Fillmore.

 

Namaste from Amras.

 

 

 

 

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.