From the Heart
‘My pleasure‘ he said as he took her hand.
‘Pleasure’, she said in reply.
They really did talk drivel in those days of long gone by.
It really didn’t please him, and her, she couldn’t care less.
To hold her hand and open the door to pass the culture test.
I am going to drink this cuppa, and then I’ll meditate
Or maybe after I clean up, the house is such a state
I really should go deep inside, connect to the inner me
But if you saw the house right now, it’s not a sight to see
I’ll light a candle, draw the blinds and settle myself down
Now looking at the ceiling, I’ll take the cobwebs down
I really try to meditate, believe me please it’s true
But I always find there’s something else that I have got to do
A simple fence to keep you out,
would be enough for me
To separate our wrong from right
and everything could be.
I’ll help you put it up one day,
when we have time to spare.
Then happiness will dance with me,
when you are over there.
Until that time, lets play a while,
so everyone can see.
That we are just magnificent,
in our pen of you and me.
Oh my friend, if you are longing to be written on, become a blank page ~ Rumi
I’m not sure if I am a prophet, probably not although I have always been very psychic. I can tell what people are thinking when I’m in their company and know instantly what people think about me. I’m very open so I think I scare people initially and they have difficulty trusting me, especially if they are closed themselves.
I’ve had dreams that have come true on occasion too, like the night my friends father died. I didn’t know about this but in the middle of the night I dreamt that I was standing with her on the estate that we grew up on cuddling her as she broke down. The next morning I telephoned mum who still lived on that estate fifty odd miles away and she had exactly the same dream! It wasn’t long after I received a call to say my friends father had passed over and it wasn’t much longer before I was cuddling her for real.
Mum and I often linked into each other, for example knowing she was on the other end of the phone or one of us getting the urge to telephone the other when things were bad. We were very close but we seemed to know what the other was thinking. It’s funny but not strange that I still hear her talking to me now a year and a half after her death.
As a child I was probably far more psychic or weird, whichever way you look at it. I had an invisible friend, I’ve written about her on here before and I used to tell the future without knowing what I was doing. I fancied myself as a gipsy and read the tea leaves and cards as a very young child. Then the kids on the estate thought it would be funny to put grass down my back whilst chanting ‘burn the witch’ and I stopped being different and conformed. I was a sheep for quite a few years after that although always had a fascination with anything esoteric.
I’m weird again now, I’ve reached an age where I’m comfortable with myself and don’t care what people think (that’s a lie, I really want to be liked). I collect crystals, read the cards, talk to the dead and delve into all sorts of weird and wonderful things. I’ve had a past life regression and attended all sorts of healing and energy workshops. There’s no stopping me now, I think there is far more to heaven and earth than we will ever understand.
I think we all have the potential to be psychic, to tune into other realms if only we stopped and listened. How ever far fetched, weird or wonderful our instincts are, they are there to give us glimpses of possibilities and help us along the way. Have you ever known that however bad something seemed at the time, it would work out. I bet it did if it was meant to be and I bet it was beautiful.
I’m not sure if we should foretell the future, perhaps it’s best left to unfold as it should, but for this post and for fun here is my prophecy and you can tell me if I’m a prophet or not!
Everything is going to be okay, you will get to where you are meant to be.
The challenges that you face are your lessons and they have been waiting to greet you. These challenges are part of your pathway in life and they will take you to the next level of your spiritual development. Which ever path brought you to where you are now is the right path and the people you have met on the way, whatever your memories of them are the people that have helped you to recognise your true self, they were always meant to be. Accept your life for all its ups and downs and know that it is precious as you are.
Life is eternal and so are you, so be your magnificent self and dance your way along the path.
We all see the same sun and moon, wherever we are, they connect us and we can never be alone when we look at them.
The number twenty three is important, I don’t know why but I keep seeing it all the time, are you seeing it too?
The answer to your question is love…
So you think you understand me,
and you know what makes me tick.
Well I’d say that you are very wrong,
with assumptions far too quick.
Yes, I am an inspiration,
while muddled and confused.
I really haven’t worked it out,
to say I have would be a ruse.
Understanding me, you see,
I’ve been trying for so long.
To think you have it sussed in days,
is clearly very wrong.
So put away the ideas you have,
and start again with me.
I’m deeper than you think you know,
and more than you can see.
I’m not sure about that voyage now, the pound has sunk too low
The vote has caused this drift you see, the treats might have to go
It’s really very frightening, tomorrow will be brand new
Batten down those hatches, we will have to see this through
We need to steer the ship of us, into waters that are unclear
Paddle carefully, take our time and put away our fear
I’m beside myself with worry, this really can’t be right,
I dreamt a plane was crashing, I dreamt it late last night.
I know it’s not an omen, I hope so anyway,
as I’m flying off myself soon, in just a couple of days.
Why can’t I dream of riches, of love and spiritual paths,
instead of things like crashes, with memories that last.
I know it’s because I’m packing now, I know this is the way,
it’s guilt about the fun I’ll have, I’m sure that’s what they’d say.
So I will buckle up my seatbelt and think of better things,
and pray the plane will hold us up, I’ll really watch the wings.
I have set my new intention, to only dream of love,
avoiding cheese, crossing hearts and sending prayers above.
I really tried to tell you, explain to you my path,
I only wished you listened, you really make me laugh.
Having all the answers, although you didn’t see,
the very subtle changes, that were happening to me.
Drifting up two different roads, traveling separate ways,
I hardly think you noticed, when I was gone for days.
So now you want to real me in, tell me that you care,
tell me that I have it wrong and you were always there.
Well my love, my golden boy, I really thought you knew,
that you and I and all that jazz, are well and truly through
The whimsical ramblings on my blog site,
mainly assist me to see the world right.
To process my feelings, work out what’s inside,
these deep set emotions I often can’t hide.
I feel invisible here, it’s a safe place to be,
not many of you would know the real me.
But that’s an illusion, I just worked that out,
as twitter is linked, I will soon be found out.
Do I really care, is this my real truth,
to be appreciated as me and like myself too.
I’m enjoying myself and making new friends,
the benefits of blogging don’t seem to end.
What is the most embarrassing thing that has happened to me, now let me think.
Was it when my little boy going through the subway stopped to tell the guard he was five really and only pretending to be four to travel free. Or was it when the same little angel stood up on a bus in a culturally diverse area of town and told most of the passengers they should be in Africa after watching Sesame Street. I have never let him forget either of these embarrassing moments, not that I think he really cares. Thats the beauty of kids, they are brilliant with their honest approach to life, they say what they feel and don’t consider the consequences.
Another embarrassing memory is the time my best friend asked me to smell some perfume in a shop, I did and told her it smelt like cats pee only to find it nicely wrapped up on the table when we got home. That we are still friends nearly 40 years later is a mystery. I used to get embarrassed lots when I was younger, I always appeared to be putting my foot in it in one way or another. I will never forget the feeling of those red cheeks when the boy I liked looked my way, I could feel it creeping up and there was no stopping the flush of fancy!
I can’t think of what might embarrass me now, I don’t blush anymore and if I’m honest I don’t really get embarrassed. I laugh out loud a lot when I make mistakes, I turn myself into a joke often to lighten the atmosphere but rarely do I get embarrassed. Now is this because I have learnt etiquette, I watch my P’s and Q’s and I’m no longer wishing for a boyfriend or is it because I simply don’t really give two monkeys what people think about me anymore. I have lost the need to fit in with everyone else, I like to be different now.
I believe it’s probably a mixture of things but certainly one thing is I have connected to my inner child and I will ponder a while on what might embarrass her.
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