Brushwork in The Concrete Jungle

Top of the time of day to you. These are the final pics in our London collection, I really hope you enjoy them. Todays assortment pay tribute to a Grange Hotel manager clearly blessed with a good eye for art. I featured the print of Kandinsky’s “Small Pleasures” because a copy graced the study in our favourite Glastonbury holiday retreat.

I’m sure that the views from the hotel window are pleasing to lovers of cityscapes. If I found myself there though, I suspect that the remoteness of forests, meadows, hills, streams, and birdsong would overwhelm me as surely as the old Christian church appears to be overwhelmed by the bloated cathedrals of commerce which dominate every inch of surrounding space.

Having written that, it must be said the hotel is impressive, and I dare say a welcome retreat from those cacophonous streets.

With thanks to our readers, as always. Namaste from Amras.

We who strive to think, speak, and behave according to our best understandings of dignity, truth, and honesty, can serve our confused brethren very well, I think, if we all pray most earnestly now for the establishment on earth of the following sentence:

No More Lies! 

 

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

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Brushing the Leaves

With fondest regards to all our readers. This is another guest post from Chris, featuring pics taken during his recent trip to Dodona, Greece, and the exciting tale of his adventures at this remote location. Take it away Chris.

This has been a place of the oracle for thousands of years. The oldest of the oracle sites by far. Its origins spring from the divine 
feminine and Gaia millennia ago. I sat with my hands brushing the leaves of the sacred oak (long since gone of course but now replaced) as the wind rustled the tree. The oracle it seems spoke to the priestess in exactly this way.

The journey was its own tale. We set out the day before, following a straightforward route on good roads. One wrong turn will take a traveller onto boulder rivers that run for miles. And so for us. Here we collected two punctures. The car abandoned, we walked for miles without meeting a soul. Except one wild bearded man whose clothes seemed to be from a another age. He walked with bearing and indifference.

He reminded me of a Sarkatsan, as described by Patrick Leigh Fermor in his book ‘Roumeli’.
The wanderings of Patrick Leigh Fermor, have panache and romance and were always conducted with a deep respect for ancient peoples and cultures. 
His first honour as a human being was bestowed upon him when he was expelled from Kings College Canterbury. At the age of 18, he walked from the Hook of Holland to Istanbul. From here various adventures in Macedonia and Greece, where in Athens he met Balasha Cantacuzène, a Romanian Phanariote noblewoman. They fell in love and set up home in an old watermill outside the city. The couple stayed together till he returned to England at the outbreak of war. He was sent to Crete during the war, and after the end of the war, continued travelling and writing.

Patrick Leigh Fermor’s travels are remarkable enough (and pretty much impossible now), but as a writer he was unsurpassed. He died in 2011. It was said in his obituaries, he was the best writer of his time.
 Patrick Leigh Fermor spoke ancient and modern Greek and eventually learned Sarkatsan. That the Sarkatsans recognised him was unusual. Outside of a keen watchfulness of current ‘goings on’, enough to preserve their safety, Sarkatsans do not recognise or give attention to the values of modern Greece, modern living or the ways of foreigners. (Fermor was then writing of mid 20th century Greece). Sarkatsan rituals, dress code and nomadic way of life have remained unchanged for perhaps 3000 years and maybe longer. Well that’s how PLF described them in the 1940s and 50s. I have no idea how they have fared in the sixty odd years since. Our mountain route crossed areas that have fed and watered Sarkatsan animals for millennia. So I like to think the man we encountered was Sarkatsan.

We were blocked from Dodona that day, but the next day’s journey was error free and effortless. An air-conditioned tarmac smooth 90 minutes. Disgorging from a tin can is an odd way to encounter this place.
 To show some perspective of the site, there is a photograph of me, leaning against one of the massive supporting walls that surround the amphitheatre. For the purpose of scale, note the man walking towards the front of the amphitheatre. The  supporting wall (where I was photographed) is the second tier above him. You could not get a Euro note between those massive stones.

Yet the scale of the amphitheatre was no preparation for the energy at the place of the oracle and sacred oak. The smell of wild thyme, a warm breeze and the sound of bees. I did not want to leave this place. It is with me now. 
As for Sarkatsans; these people have a living memory of Dodona as the preeminent oracle of the ancient world. Through their oral  tradition and way of life, unchanged for millennia, Dodona breathes its spirit into the world.

 

Dodona small

 

Wasn’t that great? I hope you found it inspiring. Thanks are due again to Chris, and to all you good readers and followers. I have been very unwell again of late, If any kind soul wishes to say a little prayer for me, it will be truly appreciated. My sincere thanks in advance.

Until next time, may we know peace; and may we all come to enjoy the priceless blessing of possessing a clear conscience.

 

[I have] a heavenly vase full of autumn leaves.

They look so beautiful.

How much closer to God can one get?

Lotte Lenya.

 

Photography ©Christopher Hammond.

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.

On the Hill of Avalon

Warmest greetings. It’s been a while since we visited Glastonbury, and we felt it was time to make the pilgrimage once again. Because I am unable to travel, Amanda’s sister took my place. It was her first time in Avalon, and I think it fair to say it took her breath away. These pics, which take you from street level, to the view from St Michael’s Tower, were taken only days ago; while the featured pic was taken back in 2005. Please enjoy.

 

Lets stroll through fields and forests fair,

To touch the Earth, to breathe the air,

And take the pics we wish to share,

With all who love, and all who care.

 

 

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

Ich Bin

Greetings, and I hope that your days are filled with happy moments. These photos were taken by Chris, during his recent trip to Berlin. Pictured are the Fernsehturm, the Spandauer Vorstadt, and Friedrichshain.  I find these pics quite moody, they convey to me a sense of approaching winter. They also feel a little bit lonely. Although Chris makes friends very easily, he, like me, prefers the country life. Knowing this, I doubly appreciate his generous efforts on behalf of this blog. Here’s to Chris.*

In the meanwhile I managed to attain my sixty third year on this glorious globe. Yay me.

I hope you enjoyed this post. With sincere thanks to all our readers, until next time:

Peace from Amras.

 

“Feel me. I am strong and fierce, yet I am soft and gentle. 

I have much power, yet I am peaceful and loving. 

I can defend myself, yet I remain kind and giving. 

Feel who I am. I have much joy and passion,

yet I am not dramatic. 

I do not indulge in negative emotions.”       

 From meeting Tabuk by Ellen Lieberman Weil.

*Previous posts from Chris:

https://amras888.wordpress.com/2016/10/22/take-my-breath-away/

https://amras888.wordpress.com/2016/10/05/jiggery-pokery/

Photography ©Chris. P. Hammond.