Die Gedanken Sind Frei.


Greetings to all. I’ve been meaning to post this pic for quite a while. I took it in 2005, after the fish had waited, posing this way for me these last several million years. How boldly a fish swims. Alone they prosper in the great and wild ocean, never fearing for a moment that they might drown. I added the colours to lend them an appearance of life; though that big one looks to me like he could still take your finger off.


It seems, in a way,  ironic that leaderless creatures as humble as these can leave so permanent an impression of their ancient lives on this earth. In a world dominated by thought, if fish could be said to think, I think it might be fair to say that they think for themselves.

With that said, I think will wrap it up again for this time. I hope you enjoyed your visit. I am on the better side of a bout of flu right now, and looking forward to feeling fewer unpleasant sensations in a day or so. Wish me luck. Namaste and Peace from Amras.

I think as I please
And this gives me pleasure.
My conscience decrees,
This right I must treasure.
My thoughts will not cater
To duke or dictator,
No man can deny —
Die gedanken sind frei.

~ German 16th-century peasant song (revived as a protest anthem against
the Nazi regime)

die gedanken sind frei
(“thoughts are free”)

Photography ©Francis Moloney.


In The Waiting


These beautiful tropical fish, and koi carp live in England, in a village called Matlock Bath. I find it very relaxing to watch fish going about their affairs. There is an inner stillness felt when so absorbed. I used to do a little snorkeling in the mediterranean during my pre-disabled years, and was often astonished by some of the antics of sea creatures.

Once a group of tiddlers* swam hugging my left side. They followed me this way until a hapless solitary fish swam just a little too close to my right side. In the blink of an eye the hidden group were feasting on it. Clever little fellows.

Fish know nothing of Christmas, and do not anticipate a time of giving and receiving. Yet they are not sad. Perhaps that is one reason why they can be so relaxing to watch.

My thanks, as always, to all readers and followers. I hope you enjoy this post. I would like to take this opportunity to ask that we send our love on the winds now to all those who will be alone this Christmas. May the inner meaning of Christmas overtake the seedy exploitation we see ever more in all our hearts.

Until next time, and may it be soon. Peace from Amras.


“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope

For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith

But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

Wait without thought, for you are not yet ready for thought:

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”

T.S. Elliot.


*Please excuse my non latin nomenclature.

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

The One And Only


Coming Home


At that moment I heard the roar of a massive force of wind rushing towards me. Then total silence – save the voice of rev. Reese. I knew I was in the presence of God. The awesome power of that sound and the vastness of God’s presence were only matched by the tenderness with which they completely surrounded and engulfed me – enfolding me, filling me, and moving through me. I felt as though it was holding and caressing my very heart.  As it did, the heaviness of a thousand hurts, disappointments, and fears was lifted from me. Images, scenes, and faces of people I once associated with those feelings flashed through my mind, and I realised I no longer felt any pain. Tears of relief, release, and exultation poured down my face. I felt as though my soul was being cradled and lifted with love and by love itself.  Every cell in my body was being lifted up, and I felt my soul expanding, filling, and then encompassing my entire body. My being was at once within me and outside of me.  All physical sense of my body and surroundings fell away.  I was one with God and God was within me and was me. Everything within me was outside of me and was me. There was no separation. There were no boundaries. There was no sense of individuality. Only oneness. I was part of a vast ocean of consciousness. Everything was God and nothing but God existed. In that moment I remembered who I was, whose I was, and I knew I was home. My entire being vibrated with the joy of that knowledge, as though I was joy itself. There was no beginning and no end. There was no past or future: All time was now and eternal. And I knew this was eternity. There was no death, only Life. I knew Life is God, and God is Love, and I was inside of that Love that is God. I knew that everything material – all sadness, sickness, poverty, wealth, success, and fame – was all an illusion. I realised that what I was experiencing was the one and only reality there is.

From ‘A Spiritual Baptism’  by Tina Tevas Ingram.


With thanks to all readers, I hope you find inspiration in these words. Namaste from Amras.


Artwork ©Francis Moloney.

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