As it Stands

 

Greetings, and salutations to you, dear readers, and friends. The observant amongst you will have noticed that we have been absent from the blogosphere for a while. This was caused by the advent of a number of extreme difficulties, experienced on top of a number of already existing extreme difficulties; by me.

As it stands, my days are spent addressing these new and developing conditions, and this has, of course, impacted my blogging, as well as all other activities.

However, when we choose to rise to our challenges, no matter how much they would overwhelm, then surely we honour the purpose of our creation. After all, each and every one of us, was born, tailor-made to live our own unique and very personal lives.

A few months ago, it looked, once again, as though I were done for. But I wasn’t. Now I am due only one more hospital visit for this year. If there should be any further untoward developments, I will let you know, if I can.

So, while I cannot guarantee a regular return to the fold, I’ll do what I may. Today is the International Day of Peace, and as this blog has declared universal peace on more than one occasion, I felt it fitting that I should make every effort to add our voices once again, into this great chorus rising from the hearts of humanity.

In the near future I hope to introduce you to the photography of my globe-trotting friend, Chris. He has offered, very kindly, to let me to post some of his travel pics here.

In the meantime, the pics above were taken by me near where we live. I hope you enjoy them. It was my first day out that wasn’t spent in hospital since May, and my eyes simply devoured the scenery. Amanda took many pics too, and I hope to get some of those posted soon. Unfortunately, we arrived a day late for the farmers show, but we did meet a friendly straggler in the field. He had forgotten to bring home his wife’s prize potted plant from the day before, poor man.

Before signing off, I will spend a few minutes in silence. If you are a keen reader, why not join me, before moving on, and share in a prayer for peace. 

Until next time, Namaste from Amras.

A normal human nervous system is potentially superior to that of an animal’s. For the sake of sanity, and balanced development, each individual must learn to orient himself to the real world around him. There are methods of training by which this can be done.

From “The Pawns of Null-A” by A.E. van Vogt.

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Strictly Speaking

Greetings to everyone, and with thanks to all our blogger friends, new and old, here are some more photographs from a corner of old England for you to enjoy. These pics, like last month, were taken in Devon. The crystals and bloom in the stream were Amanda’s contribution.

Last month I told you that one of the people helping to push my wheelchair in Devon was my brother, Philip. This was not, strictly speaking, the case. In fact he was just holding on to one handle to help steady his feet while Luke did the pushing, very slowly.  Philip suffered severe brain damage during a minor hospital operation in childhood, and as a result of this he can neither talk, feed and dress himself, or use the toilet. In fact he is totally dependant in every sense for all of his needs. Despite all that, he was kept, loved, and cared for by the family. He has become a wonderful character in his own right, and has the merriest laugh for miles.

Sadly, those responsible for his suffering refused to own it, and my father failed to find a solicitor willing to seek justice from the  mighty medical profession. It was 1955 after all.

Our parents harboured no anger that I was aware of, they were resigned to the facts. My mother, in fact, was a nurse in the NHS for many years before moving into pharmacy a couple of decades before retiring. Their choice to keep and care for Philip, however, brought many blessings, along with monumental challenges, plus undue social pressure, from time to time, to have him institutionalised.

Every day, in my profession, I met parents of children who suffer like Philip, and I was always deeply touched by their faith and fortitude. Since our parents passed a few years ago, I have never doubted, not even for one tiny instant, that they have been greatly blessed for lives so unselfishly lived.

The good do good and get better. The wicked do bad and get worse. One day, our accumulated choices will sweep us to a personal destiny, where fair acknowledgements are guaranteed.

Most folk might feel, quite understandably, that this is a story of misfortune. For me, however, Philip has been a very valuable teacher. His love and courage opened my eyes at a very young age, and it is miraculous that he has lived such a long and active life, contrasting his predicament. Therefore, despite outer appearances, I consider myself most blessed.

Since our parents graduated, Philip has gone to live, minutes away from us, with friends in the countryside, and is very happy indeed. He visits regularly, with his ever laughing eyes and mischievous smile.

I don’t know who wrote the following words, but the writer, indeed, was quite right.

Why are there so many handicapped souls on the planet today?
When an individual perceives another as handicapped, it would be helpful to perceive that same person as an evolved soul. Disabled individuals are “able” in ways that a normal person is not. They see beyond illusion and know what is true and what is false. These souls anchor the energy of unconditional love in a conditional world. 

With all that said, may the world revolve in peace, until next time, Namaste from Amras.

The Blink of A Blackbird’s Eye

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.