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.

 

 

 

 

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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.

 

I thought I saw Jesus

on a tram.

I said “Are you Jesus?”

He replied “Yes I am”.

~ Spike Milligan.

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.