Adam and Eve

I have the words But perhaps I lack the wisdom Exploration is an exciting game Especially of those darkened inner regions As I build my tortuous iron chain Just like that of poor Mr. Marley Seeking ever more worldly gain To take along to my final party But there are chinks in my armour That steely shell that I built To protect myself from me Don’t need that silly psycho drama Strutting on a worldly stage Never to be heard no more A fool full of his own import But trapped in the guilded cage Of his own idiotic nature Nothing, nothing more to be Life’s a package of candy With sticky tangy centers Pungent tastes in the chewing Dissolves to nothing but tasty spit As I fade into the

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The Mystical Hexagram – Countdown Deal

For the first week of December, we have set up an Amazon countdown deal for the kindle version of The Mystical Hexagram. It will start at 50% off on the 1st December. The book explores a symbol. Not from some scholarly or deeply complex perspective, but seeing it as a representation relating to life and living. The forces and pressures that are associated with the hexagram are, after all the forces of life at both practical and Universal levels. By exploring and beginning to understand the symbol, we are able to learn and discover more about ourselves. The meditations throughout the book take you on an inner journey of exploration, discovering the parallels between the self and the greater reality within which we live our lives. They illustrate the connection

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Life in a Haunted House

Its not just me……

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A Quandary of Existence

Stillness A quiet so loud I am deafened by the nothingness Brightness A light so bright I am blinded by its’ darkness Inside is outside Life is just a dream Inner worlds reflected To the outside deflected Sanity in my madness Light in my darkness An upside down world Or am I the hanged man? Voices that talk to me They say I am not alone That I am connected To everything I rejected All is me just reflected In a word – redacted Where is the edge to this? Is my head hanging beyond? I am so small, so very tiny Just a speck in eternity I am though at the center And yet I don’t remember This is all simply just me Yes, everything that we can see

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Neil Humphreys – This Dad Really is for Life, Not for Weekends

What an awesome article about being a Father…..

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Life is But A Dream

I recall singing that song when I was a small child and wondering what did it mean? – Life is just a dream? Row, row, row your boat, Gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a dream. But where did this come from and who wrote it? A bit of research suggests that the earliest printing of it was in 1852 but who wrote it and why seems lost in the mists of time. If anyone knows, please let me know… I thought life a dream when I was a child or rather, I thought it a game that I controlled. It was a sort of virtual reality (as it would be called now) and I was sat in a box connected to a machine that

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The Stream of Life

Bobbing along the stream Sometimes fighting Other times alighting For a longer look Checking out scenery But no real choices Except to go with the flow I go where I need to go Can only slow The inevitable As I start at the beginning I must end at the end That’s the way it really is Life is like a stream Winding its lonely way Always just passing through Never sitting still Ripples speak to movement Movement is my destiny One day, I will reach the Sea And that, my friends Will be the end of me.  

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Knights in Shining Armour

In the Mystical Hexagram, I talk of the horny hardened matter that we build up through life and I have discussed it another post on this blog too. As we get older, we lose our imaginative abilities to a great extent and we lose our childlike qualities. We form a shield if you will, against hurt, against pain, against trust, against the rest of the world. We hide. Our own experiences can make this hardened layer impermeable and impenetrable like a layer of very hard and rough skin. In the past, this defensive skin has been portrayed as horns of hardened material why? because there is a relationship to the dark Moon – to Selene – for as we grow our horns of life – we sleep easier. The hardened

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The Journey Home

Did you think there was no coming back Did you think I was digging my own hole Eyes seeking eyes lips seeking lips Anger rises and with words on the attack Come on surely you didn’t think… But of course you did, didn’t you It’s raining memories now as I understand My dreams and my thoughts just made that link Insane, it’s just another bloody mess Life is like that when we truly do learn Hanging upside down to see you right Is there something you’d like to confess? Hand in hand, walking through stills Pictured the way the lens remembered you It’s a slog, a long climb towards the Sun A life rich in bumps, holes and hilly hills Drenched in salty sweat and tears Life goes on and

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Fate, Destiny and Free Will

The Vengeful Fates cackle While spinning their eternal web Objective achieved The plot in place They watch and wait From The Eagle’s Saga – A poem from Weird Tales: Otherworld Poetry by Dr. G. Michael Vasey, 2006 Free will. We all very much like to believe that we have freedom of choice. That we have the power to make the decisions in our lives. Indeed, those decisions are our life as they weave the patterns, twists and turns of our existence. But do we? Hermes, when asked about the nature of ordinary man – that is, of man that had not entered the stream of development that leads to initiation – he said that such a man or woman was merely a ‘procession of fate’. from The Zelator by Mark

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