Parallel Worlds, Aliens, Conspiracy and Life
Since I was knee high to a grasshopper I have wondered ‘what the hell is this all about?’ I mean this. The world, life and everything. It’s always been transparent to me that all is not what it seems. That ‘this’ really is an illusion – Maya. But what am I? Why do I exist? What’s the point? These questions often have plagued me and last night as I laid in bed I couldn’t sleep wondering yet again over these and similar questions. My problem was that I had been browsing the internet! There are all sorts of ideas out there. Not just ideas but ‘creations’ if you want where someone – probably asking the same questions I am asking – decided on making some answers. I read amongst other
Read More »Visualizing the Future
A few weeks ago I wrote an article about a new way to pray in which I highlight a youtube video that says the way to pray isn’t to ask for something but to imagine you already have it. Then yesterday, I came across this article that talks about using the power of imagination to rehearse an outcome. Apparently, it is used particularly by sports people. Magic, is creeping into everything these days it seems. Yes, this is magic – the old wicked, evil occult stuff…… The basis of magic is to empower and enflame the imagination to visualize something that we would like to see happen in our reality. We do this by using symbols that focus our imaginings on what it is we want. We can use a
Read More »Astral Messages Reviewed by Gordon Strong
Many thanks to Gordon for taking the time to read it and then provide this very beautifully written review…. Astral Messages The Poems and Thoughts of a Troubled Mind Dr. G. Michael Vasey Here’s an interesting idea, to juxtapose prose reflections with poems. Of the latter, ‘A Dream’ and ‘Life’s Tapestry’ are gems of composition. The poems get my vote straight away because most of them rhyme, thus they have an inherent melody and rhythm. That is not to say blank verse cannot have these qualities, T.S. Eliot – for one – did pretty well on this score. It is a rare talent, however, and the experiment often misfires. What is very endearing is the honesty of the writer. In a gesture of great affection he dedicates the book to
Read More »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
Read More »The Two Gods of Christianity
I got a comment last night on one of my posts. It told me to go back to studying the Bible in so many words and that eternal life was a gift given only to those who repented etc. etc. How sad. I was raised a christian and to all intents and purposes I probably still am more Christ-centric than anything else. I am sympathetic to christianity. However, there was time when I realized that many Christians seem to believe in two Gods. I guess it was all those years in Texas that finally sealed it for me. Christianity, in some forms, preaches a duality and I’m sorry I am not a dualist. Let me explain. For me there is the One Thing. Call it God/Goddess or whatever name you
Read More »Why is Life so Dirty?
Filth and dirt A constant bloody mess Pots and clothes pile up Why is life so messy? Dust and dog hairs And even worse awaits us A microbe infested sea Why is life so dirty? Grime and grease Smelly, slimy rot Puddles of stinky pee Why is life so grimey? Plastic gloves and plastic bags Mops and buckets too Why is life so slimey? We are dirt A bag of shit and piss bile, spittle and worse And life is simply dirty!
Read More »Religion
To follow Your words we trust Despite your actions And the countless billions That crossed religions And suffered death or persecution A man who Thinks he knows What God wants Is a dangerous delusion Devilish collusion To further darkness and chaos Religion Your dogma Conform or die Propagate my lie Kill the unbelievers Help make me absolute Man-made lies Not God uttered Satan’s revenge Death and destruction Psycho seduction Kill, hate, maim and persecute For man In the name of God Amen
Read More »The Cycle of Life
At this time of the year I am struck by the colours of spring. The lush greens of the grass and trees with new leaves and then the dustings of purple, yellow, pink, and white of wild flowers and of the blossoms. It is as if the world has been created anew and it is wonderous. Everything is in its youth or infancy in the cycle of the year. The vitality and the strength of the life force is there and is both plain to be seen but can also be felt. The days of course, are getting longer and more light-filled and the air is warmer. Spring has sprung. As I think about the endless cycle of birth and death – the orouboros of life – the eternal return,
Read More »Life in Bite-Sized Chunks
Being a father of three sons and a daughter, I often need to come up with advice about life. Frankly, I don’t feel particularly qualified because I am still trying to figure it out myself. There was a song I used to like that alluded to this saying something along the lines of once you have life figured out, its gone. So, what can I tell the kids about life? One thing I have come to think is that making plans is somewhat useless. Most books and experts these days will tell you that a plan is a must but you know, I can’t agree. It’s good to have a vision and dreams for sure and its OK to chase those dreams. In fact, we must have dreams but a
Read More »Life…..
The lines are blurred And faces merged The funniest thing you’ll see Moments in time and space Held close for eternity Just pictures saved by memory Like silent movies played Flickering images passing by Do these belong to me? Or is everything I see From another, not me The colours and the smells The angles lacking symmetry The sounds and sights Images bound in space The inner revelries revealed My life’s tapestry Unraveled Untied Betwixt and between Reality
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