The Other Two Towers

Greetings. I hope you all found time to enjoy your solstice. I have been through a painful health issue in the last few days. Fear not though, because I remain unconcerned. The above pics are the second in our new London collection. I sincerely hope you like them. 

There are features in these pics familiar to folk who have never even been to England. 

For myself, I like to visualise this place as having clean air, with clean water, and clean new machines that may require the spark of fire – plus peaceful people; who are at peace with their station on the green earth.  

I hope you might share this vision I hold in the ethers for these noisy places which are situated all over the world; and thereby may those particular two towers remain worthy to stand, perhaps, for a few generations more.

Until next time, be steadfast, and abide in peace.

May the Light of Love radiate from the very centre of every atom that lies within every molecule of every cell in your loving body.

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

This post is dedicated to study of The Fifth Element.

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Uppercase Urban Ambles

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 in each other’s care.

Namaste, and sincere greetings to all readers. Last weekend, Amanda was back in the capital, on business. With a blog post in mind, she rose with the dawn to take these pics while the streets were free from the morning throngs. And what a beautiful day it was, which seems quite providential when you think about it, because since the weekend we find ourselves scudding through April monsoons once again.

Here in this ancient city, we walk on roads old and new. Here things that came into existence a long time ago endure alongside things now becoming. If this place should stand come two millennia hence, I wonder how much, if any of what we see today will remain.

We belong to our time, as the builders of the wooden ships that sailed from here belonged to theirs. They too walked on roads old and new. If we were they, would we do things differently?

Fortunately, it doesn’t matter, because metaphysical speculation doesn’t increase knowledge. And none of us here are qualified to judge the soul of any other, even though we may taste perforce the rotten fruits of their ignoble labours. However, the divine gift, freely given at birth, which is the knowledge of right and wrong, unites us more intimately with the hearts of our noble ancestors than do all the handmade things they left for us to own, no matter how greatly valued, or even useful they are.

We know only too well the wrongs that were committed by certain ancestors, for we are charged with fixing them. While we observe the blind leading the blind to perdition, divine honour gently reminds us to work hard at keeping our personal lives clean, and above all, blameless. And to know that no matter how painful and difficult our individual lives may be, we are charged with the duty to say no when we are called upon to hurt, steal, cheat, lie and kill. It is as easy as that, where is the confusion?

I love the lonely palm tree, flourishing in exile, and reminding the riverbank of long ago, in a very different time, when lions and crocodiles were familiar feeders around here.

We want to express our gratitude to all who enjoy dropping by, there will be more photos taken during that morning in the big city coming soon. Until then, take care of your thoughts, strive to keep a light heart, and keep in mind at all times the fact that you are a child of the divine creation, no matter what anyone ignorant of this self-evident fact might believe.

Peace from Amras.

Willing to experience aloneness, I discover connection everywhere;
Turning to face my fear, I meet the warrior who lives within;
Opening to my loss, I am given unimaginable gifts;
Surrendering into emptiness, I find fullness without end.
Each condition I flee from pursues me. Each condition I welcome transforms me
And becomes itself transformed Into its radiant jewel-like essence.
I bow to the one who has made it so, Who has crafted this Master Game;
To play it is pure delight, To honor it is true devotion.

~ Psychotherapist Jennifer Welwood.

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

On Dark Waters of Isis

Namaste, and greetings dear readers. Last month, our son, Luke, took these pics while boating on the Thames.  London seemed bluer than usual that day; nothing unusual about the rain though. Luke took these on his iPhone. The “UFO” over the battleship is only a reflected lamp. (Pity.)

I hope to return soon, and I wish you all a very happy day. Amras.

 

Dark is the world to thee; thyself art the reason why,

For is He not all but thou, that hast power to feel “I am I”?

Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

 

Photography ©Luke Moloney.