From the Heart
The tiny pebble bright and shiny, glistening in the tide.
Round because seas have worn the rigidness of sides.
The pebble has been bashed upon the rocks of many years.
The sea has worn the pebble out, through servitude and fear.
But the pebble has excelled the test, it’s really won the day.
As on the shore it is settled now, it’s crystalline today.
I really can’t stop writing, to cease would be a shame.
To me it feels like therapy, it’s more than just a game.
I’d love to be a writer, to fill the world with words.
Share my thoughts on love with you, move my soul onwards.
I write with such simplicity, with honesty and truth.
Because you like my simple posts, I’m so endeared to you.
I write a small child might do, with wonder and delight.
With thoughts that spring in my head, late into the night.
I’m on a writers journey, the evidence is clear.
This journey is the best I’ve had, it’s all so very dear.
In another lifetime, I might have started long ago.
An honest scribe as my guide, to teach me as I go.
The journey starts with one small thought, that belongs to you.
The time you travel all depends on things you have to do.
You will not need possessions, you don’t need to take yourself.
The trip your taking is in your mind, inside you have to delve.
It begins when you are ready, for your journey to unfold.
You won’t be going very far, just listen to what your told.
The trip is of discovery and unfolding the real you.
Close your eyes, count down from ten, you should be there by two.
I wear a coat of many colours, a chameleon as such.
I chop and change my outside, don’t wear the same face much.
I’ve sat on many cushions, woven through with many tales.
Comfortable just for a while, then comes my time to sail.
I wear a hat then cast it off, as like my mind I change.
Each day a new beginning, we will never have again.
Ridden on a donkey’s back, driven a new car.
Miles and miles I’ve trodden here, travelled very far.
Transitioning through lifetimes with a book of many tasks.
I am a different person now, I have so many masks.
But then to step inside of me, the makeup is the same.
There will always be an essence here, when I come back again.
So watch me very closely, as through this life I go.
We will meet again sometime, but only we will know.
You are a channel from above, you heal me through your hands.
You clear your mind and open up, the universe expands.
I feel it when you touch me, I heal within your truth.
I open up myself to you, with nothing at all to loose.
It doesn’t matter how you heal, reiki, spirit or God.
It is the belief that does the work and I am healed not lost.
So take good care of yourself dear, your powers really there.
They’ve only been bestowed on you as you are one that cares.
You have to grow from the inside out. None can teach you, none can make you spiritual. There is no other teacher but your own soul ~ Swami Vivekananda
How well do you know your soul, how often do you stop and listen to your true spirit and know that it speaks the truth, has you best interests at heart. It’s taken me a long time to get to a point in which I think I’m getting to know the true me, the eternal soul that I am, outside of my physical self.
I invite her into the room sometimes to sit with me, I call her and she comes. She has become a friend and confident, she listens and guides me and it’s always in the right direction. If I truly open up to what I think my soul is telling me, I’m usually right because it comes from my heart centre and not through any logical thinking. Not that it is always the direction I want to go in, but usually where I’m meant to be. Sometimes through difficulties that propel me forward and sometimes through experiences that encourage growth. Whatever, when I look back I can’t see that I have been pointed in the wrong direction. That’s not to say that I haven’t made mistakes, ignored her and made up my own mind, but I suppose that was another lesson I needed to learn.
She is eternal, she has been around forever, long before she joined me on this journey here, she is magnificent. Why would I not trust her, she knows the answers that I seek, she has lived the experiences that I live now and she has more love inside of her than I could ever imagine.
All I have to do to connect with her is put any thought out of mind, close my eyes, connect to the stillness and see what comes up for me in this place.
Give it a go and let me know if you meet her.
Felicity was a simple woman, the simpleness of her manner, the simplicity of her dress and the ease of her movement told you so. Yet she had great clarity, she had an intuition that was beyond this world a clarity so powerful that she had no need to worry as others might, she just enjoyed the simplicity of life and waited.
Felicity knew where she was going and she knew why she was here and that was enough, that was all that she needed. She did what she wanted in life, she sold flowers and painted. She didn’t involve herself in elaborate bouquets for weddings and other such functions, just bunches of wild meadow flowers she grew in her garden and collected from the fields and hedgerows around the village. Her paintings of nature, flowers and sunsets were a reflection of her beautiful mind, Felicity dealt in beauty.
Felicity also made healing teas and creams, she studied the flowers and nettles and treated those who asked. Felicity wasn’t a sales woman, she never put out her wares, people just came when they heard about her. This was usually after seeing a painting hanging elsewhere, a floral display at an event or heard of a miraculous recovery.
Felicity never promoted herself but knew without doubt she would be okay, she would be looked after. When money was needed to pay a bill or mend the roof, so an order would come in or there would be a knock at the door. She didn’t have a computer or telephone, she hadn’t heard of social media or its purpose but life was okay. Felicity didn’t crave riches, she didn’t want to be cold and hungry but at the same time didn’t wish for anything beyond her simple means.
Felicity did not see beauty in material things, she didn’t need high fashion, state of the art gadgets or a bigger and smarter home. She didn’t see beauty in anything else apart from the world around her and because of this she was beautiful beyond wealth and status.
Felicity enjoyed listening to music, she loved the opera her favourite piece from La Wally, although she didn’t have anything but an old record player to listen to and this was enough. She found music in life, the sound of dawn breaking, the sound of the rain hitting the trees and the sound she found in stillness.
People felt very drawn to Felicity, they wanted to be in her company, listen to her and ask her opinions on their own lives. Felicity did not profess to know the future but she was always right. Felicity was a healer through her words as well as any potions, maybe more so. She instilled peace and contentment in others by helping them see their own lives through her eyes. The worried, worried less, the lonely felt comforted and thought about and the grieving felt closer to their loved ones sitting in her company.
Felicity knew and waited for life to unfold and everybody who knew her waited with her trusting in her beautiful soul.
Swim out of your little pond ~ Rumi
Wouldn’t it be easy if we could just float through life. Can you imagine if everything was clear, we knew where we were going, how to get there and what would happen next.
On the surface it seams simple, but there are always the things beneath and around us that pull us this way and that, the currents that knock us off course for a while. These can be our experiences, the ones that mould us, some forgotten or buried and some crashing around us at any moment.
We are deeper than we appear on the surface, with depths that can be murky. Sometimes we just have to wade through sludge to get to where we want to be and sometimes it’s just plain sailing.
The most important thing is we have inside of us, the ability and strength of spirit to make anything possible, we just have to keep afloat.
Bring the sky beneath your feet and listen to celestial music everywhere ~ Rumi
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…
With open eyes I see the beauty in the world and with eyes wide open I dance in, and add to that beauty.
With open ears I listen to the universe and add my own truth as to be in tune with its symphony.
With open mind I accept and consider the opinions of others and contemplate first in silence my response.
With open hands I reach out to those in need and accept and welcome the assistance of the hands of others.
With open heart I give love willingly and with that same open heart accept the love that is offered to me.
I remain open to what the universe has in store for me and open to how I can be of service each day.
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