The Light

When we walk into that light,

do you think it’s like our sun.

And as we’re drawn towards it,

do we know our life is done.

What makes us keep on walking,

is it shadows that we see.

When is it we know who they are,

and will they recognise me.

How does that bright light get here,

to take us home again.

When we walk into the light,

do we leave behind any pain.

I hear there’s some that come back,

but they can change a lot.

They’ve seen it on the other side,

I think they get the plot. 

When we walk into the light,

do we know where we’re are.

I wonder what the light is like,

do you think it takes us far.

~

lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

 

Where would you go?

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Imagine if there really was no such thing as time, everything was and is happening at this precise moment in some form and you could go anywhere, where would you go? If I could take you somewhere, back in the past or into the future, where would it be?  A past life maybe, somewhere to perhaps remember the lessons of that life or into the future to see where you might end up in say five or ten years or even into a future life.  Wouldn’t it be interesting, maybe we would recognise each other in another form or those we know today?

I went for regression therapy myself after my mother died, I couldn’t come to terms with her death and was in a state of grief. It had always been something mum wanted to do herself, on her bucket list so to speak so I thought I’d give it a go myself.  I was taken back in this life, taken just a short while back and then further to the point of my mothers death.  This might sound morbid but it was something I couldn’t allow into my thoughts, I was I suppose in a state of denial. Seeing it again, or rather viewing it from another point of existence sort of made it real for me, I cried buckets as you can imagine but I accepted her death.  I went back further to a teenager, oh how I felt sorry for that poor girl, know all know nothing I think the term is, I loved her anyway, I think she needed that.  I went back to being a toddler, felt the enormous love of my mother and to a baby in the womb listening to my dad sing.  This might seem far fetched to those that won’t allow their minds to travel this way but to me it was cathartic and healing.  Even if my body was just lying on that couch, my mind was able to expand, travel and heal.

I travelled back through other lifetimes, some of no interest, I looked on detached from what I saw.  One woman, who I believed I was, I had no time for, she was bitter and twisted and had wasted her life.  I experienced her as an old woman and felt there was not much else for her to do with that life but die and try again in another life.  I found myself as a doctor in one life, looking at my shoes I was amazed to find myself as a man, he is my favourite so far, he kept a journal of his findings and died with the journal open next to him on the bed.  Would you believe I found him the next day on the internet, he looked exactly the same and when I read about him it was the same as I had learnt during the session, mind blowing!

So what can we get from past lives, I think lots of lessons.  As much as I loved the doctor, loved the fact he wrote and was passionate about his lives work, I also understood his loneliness, he had sacrificed family, never marrying or having children being married to his work.  I learnt from him about balance, to be committed to your work might be wonderful but make room for love.  In this life as much as my career has been important, never more than my love for my family and friends, they will always come out on top.

Recently I’ve been into the future, or the best possible future to how I’m living today.  I’ve been forward five and ten years and it’s fascinating.  I can see potential and possibility, it has given me, above all, hope.  I’ve trained as a Past Life Regression and Future Life Progression (FLP) practitioner now, another tool for my box of tricks and I’m having fun experimenting with my new found skills. If I can help people see possibilities then that has to be good.

I think both the past and future can help us make sense of the present, I think we can understand the lessons in this life that sometimes seem pointless or cruel.  I can see why some people appear to have it all and others nothing at all but do believe in balance as in some way or another, life or lives will even out.

This post is not in any way meant to offend, I’m not pushing any beliefs on anyone as I believe being present in the moment every bit as important, I’m just curious and for me I’ve found these therapies helpful in making sense of now.  So if you could go anywhere in time, where would it be?

lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

 

Watching the News?

I wasn’t watching the news, now I am, I’m stuck between not wanting to absorb all the hate in the world and living in ignorance while others are suffering. Living in my own little world of rose petals might be good for my soul but it doesn’t give me the opportunity to care about the souls of others.

I get it, I’m going to bed depressed again because of the world we live in, but I can’t turn it off because I live here too. It’s no use pretending I’m going to sit in my own little zen garden all day while there are people out there suffering because by the time I open the garden gate it might be too late.

I have to be careful what I take in, I know the news is full of trash. I also know we all live in our own personal echo chambers dependant of what side we sit with but I won’t ignore it anymore.  I talk about loving each other a lot in my writing, it’s something I live by and believe that love is the answer, so therefore I can’t shut myself off, after all where is the love in that?

lizalizaskysaregrey©2017

The Most Precious Thing in my Life Is?

I was in a workshop yesterday, I was given a piece of paper with the words ‘The most precious thing in my life is…’ I had to finish this sentence off.  It was off the cuff, I didn’t have time to think about it I just had to stand up and do it.  Well I didn’t have to but I agreed to give it a go.

The most precious thing in my life is…… knowing myself, because only through knowing my true self, can I know anyone or anything else outside of this.  If I find life through my heart, not allowing myself to be led by my mind or ego I can truly connect with life.  My connections will be meaningful, my understanding will be deeper and my view of life outside of myself will be my own, or at least from my heart.

I spoke quite a bit, rambled on maybe, but that was the gist of it.  I’m on a journey of self enquiry, I’m looking for the meaning of life, I’m discovering my purpose and this is very precious to me. There are a lot of precious things in my life, people, memories, nature, writing, but I think they are precious because I connect with them from the heart.

I’m sure our views change daily, dependent on circumstances and emotions but this was how I felt yesterday and today.

Can you answer the question, I would love to hear your views in the comments?

Where on Earth 

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Royal Pavillion, Brighton, England

 

Where are you right now,

while working on your blogs,

are you in bright sunshine,

or is it more like fog.

Resting on a great big yacht,

or in a coffee bar, 

waiting in a traffic jam,

sitting in your car.

It’s interesting to think about,

while I write mine here,

I’m guessing on some of you,

others not so clear.

What influence on where you live,

is in your writing now,

is the environment inspiring,

if so please tell me how.

What about the time of day,

it’s lunchtime here for us,

guessing some might be in bed,

or doing other stuff.

I find it quite fascinating,

to think where you might be,

of course in some pictures,

it’s very clear to see.

So tell me in the comments,

let some others know,

we might be nearer than we think,

so lets have a go  😉

 

Written as a fun response to the daily prompt word – Waiting

It would be good to find out where people are, where my blog is read and where the blogs I read are written.  It’s fascinating to find out what influences us, environment, weather, literature, culture, religion etc.

How wide is my blogging community?

 

 

Enquiry

Don’t trust

just because your told it is so,

continue to doubt,  

until all your doubts go.

A belief is not true,

because others believe,

continue to ask,

until the answers achieved.

Trust only conclusions

you come to yourself,

those that feel right,

ones you have delved.

Enquiry will help you

come to the truth,

explore as a child,

go back to your youth.

Doubt

until you can’t doubt anymore,

uncover the truth,

a truth that is yours.

 

Creativity ?

Creativity is wonderful and something in which we can immerse ourselves.  When we create something, we also create something else inside, joy, fulfilment and a bright light that cannot be put out.

Writing, painting, dancing, music can all bring a deep and wonderful feeling of joy and contentment.  When we sit back alone at the end of the day and look fondly at something we have created and find happiness in that, despite no one else seeing or experiencing it, that is real creativity.  Like a mother looking at her child and knowing she has created something truly special.

We create first and foremost for ourselves and the feeling it gives us to immerse ourselves and dance with our creative minds.  We might share what we produce with friends and family, who are happy that we have found a creative outlet, enjoy and admire what they see.  That they find enjoyment in our work will of course make us happy but that is not the reason we create.

When we share our work further afield for example through our blogs, we are at risk of getting caught up in producing something for others, will they like what we have done, how can we adapt it so everyone will like it.  Is the end product still the same when we share it universally as it would be if we kept it to ourselves.

Is it then really our work or the work we do for others, is this how we loose our creative spark?  Will we find as much joy as in the reward of our own creations when we think first how others will interpret, see experience.  Is this really creativity as its natural state?

I have been pondering on this, so I thought I would get it out and see what you think.  I’m interested in the thoughts of my friends this community.  Of course if you don’t respond I will know that my piece on creativity is rubbish 😉