The Spirit of the bridegroom

A young bride on her wedding morning

To her father she confides to him her pain

She fears she no longer should marry

In her mind, there's a voice come to say.

" This is not right my sweet lady

You are not free to get wed

I am your lover, your bridegroom

I come now to claim you again.

You have been mine since conception

I am the one of your dreams

No other can match what we own now

They can only be like a friend.

So quick you judged what love was

What gave you thoughts such as these

I am here now to claim what is rightfully mine

and mine you will be once again.

If you meet in your life the real one

Who matches me as in your dreams

Then I will relinquish my favours

and leave you to love or get wed.

As above so below

It is good to know that everything is written in the stars
As above, so below is the way
When the Magi followed a star long ago
They knew for sure where it would lead them

If we read the sky and all its wonders
Of the Zodiac ancient till now
We would learn the truth about all things
In life, love, giving and how.

The journey is set out to follow
All the way through each year from birth
How to choose the right one, to love and care for
and be happy and content with its gifts.

The gypsies had their hand crossed with silver
To tell us what they saw in our life.
Did they really see or follow the ancient signs
That were written, since the beginning of time.

I think too many have played with our lives
It's time the young study for themselves
To unravel the secrets written in the Heavens
Hidden deeply, we must dust off the shelves.

Follow Nature and all of Her seasons
Work out the true story in the sky
God ordained the meanings that are hidden
From all to be happy and wise.

Christmas and Easter are a good time to take note
Instead of presents, easter egg, or bunnies to see
How the Sun will meet up at the Southern Cross
And the Lamb ( Aries ) will be a sacrifice again.

Be like the five wise virgins
Have the oil always ready in the lamp
It's not known when the bridegroom will appear
and take all out of the darkness to the light.

It is then the beginning of new life
As the seasons go round once again
On the journey that most never notice
How to read signs, find caring love, or friends

God takes care of the Heavens
Nature takes care of the Earth.
If we meditate on Earth and Heaven
We would learn how to take care of self.

Hawthorn. By Anne Listers ( song )

And who will open the gate for me
When my wandering comes to an end
And who will wait on the road of dreams
To be my lover, or be my friend?
For now the road that I walk down
Are lined with Oak, and Ash and thorn
I'll build my love a forest crown
And dance with him, from dusk till dawn.


If you would walk on the road of dreams
Take someone there to be your guide
Know that nothing is as it seems
And you need someone by your side.
I see him standing in my dreams
Tall and slender as a willow
he whispers song into my heart
And lays May Blossom on my pillow.

The search for love.

I fear my wandering in the heart and mind
Should now finish, and come to an end.
I searched every highway and byway
To find Love, but it never showed me itself.


Is it only in books, or dreams we find it.
Who can tell us where we should look.
Is it real, can we feel it and touch it
Or is it an emotional pull.


The young when in love seem so happy
Are they projecting a mask to each other
When a wrong word or look between them
Seems to change from one mask to another.


You can't hold on to love or bind it
It's a Spirit, free as wind to blow through
In a dance of a pattern with colours
All beauty, we may act, or just view.


Work more on giving and sharing
Take romance as it's found on the way.
Have no great thoughts or expectations
Then Love will come to you and stay.

More than friends.

Do you think in your heart you could love me
I need you in my life, more than a friend.
I would like to cross over the border
That have lovers more for passion than friend.


A friend will be there when you need them
They always give off their best every day
Help to nurture the heart or emotions
When problems come, or sorrows, to share.


I want more of your heart, or your body
More to rest in the mind or the soul
Of the one who gives so much caring
It almost feels like melting in a pot.


When spending time together
Oh the pleasure of Love is so new
Looks, or smiles in my direction
Feels so special, I read only in books.


All the time we are apart is sadness
To feel sorrow or lonely each day
I'd rather be with you each minute
And experience the joy that you give.


Let us be together forever
This is what I am asking for me
You will sustain my mind and Spirit
From now until Eternity.

I Am. from a friend

I was regretting the past and fearing the future
When suddenly a voice speaking said " My
name is I am," He paused......I waited.......
He continued " When you live in the past with
its mistakes and failures, it is hard. Because
I am not there.My name is not I was.
When you live in the future with its problems 
and fears It is also hard......because I am not there.
My name is not I will be. But when you live in the
moment it is not hard. I am here. My name is I Am."

From falling leaves. by Kathleen Rains ( poet )

Long ago I thought you young bright daimon
Whisperer in my ear
Of springs of water, leaves and song birds
by all time younger than I
Who from the day of my conception
Began to age into experience and pain
But now life in its cycle swings out of time again.
To see how old you were
Older by eternity than I, who my hair gray,
Eyes dim with  reading books,
Can never fathom those grave deep memories
Whose messenger you are.
Day springs to the young, and to the old, ancient of days.

Energy of the depth. From experience and research.

She is the arousal of the inner energy. Most of the emotional or mind problems could be helped by knowledge of Kundalini
A large burst of energy could lead to Schizophrenia, yet these people are on drugs instead of  helping them through it.
Schizophrenia means the spitting of the mind. In an old legend;
he has tipped over and is sinking perhaps drowning; yet as in the old legend of Gilamesh and his long deep dive to the bottom of the cosmic sea to pluck watercress of immortality.
There is one green value of his life down there. Don't cut him off from it; help him through it.
There are similarities between Kundalini and schizophrenia, and madness.  The something.
Kundalini is healing when allowed to run Her full course.


Evidence of Kundaline as it commonly manifests to-day , may be more readily located in the files of  Psychotherapists, pschoanalysts, and psychiatrists than anywhere else.
Mystical states often have turmoil so usually land in one or other of the above.
Diagnosis       manic depressive, or psychosis , or schizophrenia
The individual lands on a mental ward.
1 Alteration of the senses.
2 Inability to sort and interpret incoming sensations, inability to respond.
3 Delutions and hallucinations.
4 Altered sense of self.
5 Changes in emotions
6 Changes in movement
7 Changes in behavior.
Search as one may in the Bychocosmology of to-days clinics, the serpent of Dextra Dei are nowhere to be found. For every attempt has been made to expunge them, from frontal lobotomies to electric shock therapy to antipsychotic drugs.

There are nine psychic centres, called chakras, strung along the spine from the base up  the back, to the crown of the head. Certain nerves leading from other parts of the body are joined in these centres so that each centre, or chakra funtions as a focus of various emotional, mental, psychic energies, until Kundalini activates them however the chakras are more or less dormant.
Kundalini itself is a bioelectric energy that resides in a latent state in the lowest chakra at the base of the spine.
When Kundalini is activated, as it may be through meditation, for example it begins to rise up the spine and turn on the chakras thereby opening up various talents , psychic abilities and so forth.
Enlightenment occurs when the Kundalini energy rises all the way to the top chakra in the crown of the head. A splender of light.

Behind the veil.

A face comes in the mind from behind the veil
It has a purpose, that will soon come to light
This one has a longing and a sadness
While it tries to convey with no sound.

When spirit first makes itself known to us
It talks only of earth, home, family, and friends
As we accept the connection and learn more
Then we move up a stairway that bends.

The mind is taken and carried along
To see wonders or even lost souls
Who cry out or moan in sorrow
Waiting for what ? only God knows.

They usually tell us of things they liked and enjoyed
or favoured while staying on earth.
Sometimes their loved ones have a keep sake
They bring out when told they are there.

A father came to tell his daughter
her mother kept her distance from him
He was waiting to see if she came now
To greet the daughter as a couple again.

He says," no she is reluctant to stay here "
Turned her back on the bench with no care
She says, " as the tree falls it lies there
not one iota will ever be changed."

There life wasn't easy together
So in death apart they would stay
She turned and showed the dress and her features
So the daughter would know that she came.

It moves from the things of our every day life
Starts to teach what we wouldn't have known
Such as reincarnation or karma
Universal stories, not ones we were told.

It shows about earth, air, fire and water
Till we start to enjoy and take note
It's the universe it aims for, so we aspire
Then open windows in the mind, or a door.

To see a rose bush almost dead now
Full of thorns and twigs but no leaves
Told to put it all back as it was before
Just like magic, it's the Spirit that saves.

It showed sand on the beach, and a turtle
laying eggs in the sand then she goes
To return to the sea and never look back
She does only her duty I'm told

This all went down in a journal
Helped to change the mind, heart and soul
From the way we were taught from childhood
To now accept a good way to find home.

It's almost like moving up layer by layer
leaving all the earth things behind.
It gets lonely at times or exciting
As we relax and enjoy what we find.

At the end of each lesson the guide would make known
he or she was going to leave
Another would then move the stories
It taught so our thoughts would improve.

It teaches all parts of a big tapestry
To find out our part in the play
Cards or numbers, music, or poetry
So our mind starts a journey each day.

We must love while we are on the earth
Then when death comes much better to be
Full of love, joy, peace and caring
Then in Gods Love the future will be.

Death is Life in the Spirit
No difference, it's one reality
It's all part of only one Loving
In life, through to death to be free.

Creative Tensions by Rilke ( Poet )

The future enters into us by way of tensions in order to transform
itself in us, long before it happens.
This is why it is so important to be lonely, and attentive, when one
is sad; because the apparently uneventful and stark moment at
which our future sets foot in us is so much closer to life, than that
other noisy and fortuitous point of time at which it happens to us
as if from outside.
The more still, more patient, and more open we are when we are
sad, so much the deeper and so much the more unswervingly
does the new go into us, so much the better do we make it ours,
so much the more will it be our destiny.

Because I love you.

I can't forget the sound of your voice
Or your smiles whenever you danced
It's too late to walk away from you now
And think of another romance.


All things and places together we saw
In the mind I relive when apart.
All the gentle caring and love we did share
Stays on and lives in my heart.


How could I ever go back where I was
After the time spent with you.
I could never just stop the love that I have
Where would I put it, If I do.


You said " off with the old love, and on with the new "
It's easy to say, but not easy to do.
Why should I care now, that you want to forget?
what we had for a time, it was new.


Because I love you
I tried so hard but can't forget
Because I need you. 
You linger in my memory yet
Because I miss you.


I oft times wish we had never met
Although you left a tear, as a souvenier
It doesn't matter dear
Because I love you.

First encounter with Spirit. 1984

In the moments of calm when the mind is at peace
and the vibrations are raised up high
it is then they can come to see us
and relay a message or sign.

They descend a little as we raise up
On a level that suits all our needs
Then we feel, hear, or see them
Depending on the host or the guest.

It's a bit like general knowledge
Putting pieces together as one
They need to let their loved ones know
There's still love and help all around.

A beautiful lady in a church one day
Lay in her coffin awaiting to share
Her last memorial with her family
Too sad,her next thoughts did she say.

I was born and raised in Lisbon
A different language we speak from you
In the mind there is only one way to talk
To understand what I now say to you.

This is the first time they are all together
Why did they all come to-day?
I never could get them to talk to each other
Though I'm sure it will still be the same.

Why is my daughter crying so much?
I'm sure it's for herself that she does
Is it the hurt she gave out to all others
She now is so sad that she hurts.

I now know that none of them see me
They never gave a thought to these things
It takes a life of deep down sharing
In Spirit so all can now sing.

My mind can tune into your mind
I know you never met me but you hear
Everything I have said since you entered
The church as you came in with your friend.

I know were're allowed to be here
That's my body that I can still see
When they take it away to bury
Please can I come home with thee.

I'm happy to come home to your family
They also don't know I am here
I will rest with your mind till I work out
Where I go to, or the way is made clear.

The way to love is the Spirit of Truth
That sees the way through and in life
Keeps all in the Love of Gods keeping
Then rests us in Peace for all time.

Memory.

I hear the echo of your voice

See the shadow of a smile.

That comes and goes of its own accord

And stays for just a while.

I cannot call it back to me

Like a picture in a frame

It's fleeting as a shadow

But still I call your name.

Living with acceptance from guide to mysticism.

Through acceptance, we can gain a Universal patience, humility, and compassion.
A french mystic, St Francois de Sales, treated everyone as though they were his
superior. He rejected nobody, and talked with anyone, and gave his full 
attention to them.
When asked why he thought like that, he said it was Gods will. While doing
Gods will he was not required to do anything else. It is the centre from 
where we start.
This acceptance is our strength, and comes from transcending the self.
When we have acceptance, we are no longer attached to the transitory
things of this world, even the survival of the body.
Jesus advises in the Gnostic Gospel of Thomas, we become like a passer- by.

Where was love (from maiden to wife.)

The body of a bride, did change the first day, but the mind stayed a maiden the same
Nothing stirred up a passion to her of love, nor a white light of love did she feel.
In days of our youth we once were taught on the day that we wed virgin be.
The life could have had a better meaning, if we were taught more of passion than dreams.

In the morning after the wedding, the bride looked at her husband and said
"Is that all it was about all along, I should have stayed single my friend.
I don't know what I was supposed to feel, no one told me just what it should be
More a duty to leave friends and family, and start your own family "

When in our youth there was no books to find showing just how the love now should be
No passion, no caring,  no loving, who on earth could I ask about me.
It would have made life so easy to love and enjoy every day
Instead of walking on eggshells, in fear as our life moved through each day.

Parents told us you've now made your own bed, no longer come home to me
Just get on, do what it is that you do, from your parents we now set you free.
It was more like a battle each day to endure, to see how it all would be played
Why was there no one to teach us that love as we thought it was dead.

My bones then became a target,when even I said the wrong things
I told no one my troubles or burden but the mind slowly turned and went in.
Every time when I tried to give off by best, it never turned out enough, 
To a partners need the gap widened until there was no time to love.

As the years passed three children all now have grown, Still the passion was hidden from me
Who will ever unravel this heart, the way to find love and be free
I gave all my love to my children got through life with the Spirit of God.
Who carried me through each day and night, taught Love through the Spirit of Truth.

I've lived a full life thought I knew love oh how wrong was my life not to see
I was more in a prison than Heaven from day one till this moment I now see.
Since then I became a widow, the freedom, a total release
From a life ready now for passion, I decided to persue like a dream.

Why did you want to love me? when you first set out to care
We both had no expectations as we went on a journey to share.
I haven't a clue our intentions when we started our very first day
Where did we think it would take us, was it love then that came in to play.

You seemed to have lots of experience, the care and the comfort you gave
I scarcely could breathe at the feeling that came to my heart but from where?
When we met he was the opposite of all I had known so gentle, caring, he inspired.
I opened the doors now to passion, It became over and above all I knew.

What I soon learnt I never knew passion, only what I read in the books
My life took a new meaning about love what we shared was things only from dreams.
Since the very first day that I met you, God knows what was in my mind
To find a real love and companion, who would walk hand in hand by my side.

Male and female never relax and give freely from each point of view some control
Pull and push each other to be happy, In a love, or a dance of their choice.
Love is the aim they are seeking, It's not jealous when it starts to give
Total surrender no condition it offers It's the taking and givings that change.

I have waited for you to love me, has it all been in my mind a dream
Are you sure you know Love when you meet it Love is passion, and caring not friends
You give a tiny little piece of yourself as if it's a great big slice
Don't want to kiss or say sweet words, in control of yourself all the time.

Some males go through life but not equal to their partner they chose when they share
of themselves to love and help them, through life each day with some care.
Between the sexes there comes a stale mate, try to work out the ground in between
The balance they look for in each other, is not simple it usually just ends.

If they start on the first day to want love why go through such a struggle to show
How to fit another into their life style, then see the love take root and grow
Sometimes the best part is the seeking, for a love to fulfill all our dreams
was it right from the start what came forward, or should it never have been.

No hard feelings if you make a choice not to give of yourself to a person like me
We don't have the maps or plans to read, of the final destination we'll take.
I shouldn't have to fight for a place in your life, if you want me then put me there
It's too hard to work it all out now I take two steps back and wait there.

I thought I would get to keep you as mine, but alas it was not meant to be
I still thank you as you opened the door to love, I let in then you set me free.
For the good times we spent I do thank you it was more of a dream now I see
You came to inspire me to find deep down a passion that was hidden so deep

Love says to me oh so quietly " if he wants you in his life then he will"
You have done most of the running towards him you must learn to be quiet and still.
Stop trying to always explain how you think now it's time he grows up and decides
His life has been easy all his needs just take place he gives naught from his heart down the line.

I am done with the symbols clanging I am waiting to see what it gives
No more working it out in my mind now not a competition I fear I would win
If you leave me at the crossroad still waiting, It does nothing to love it's still there
Like time it waits in the shadows until we are ready to share.

The part that hurts is the longing to be with another to love
We all need what God has to offer, a companion, a lover, a guide.
A woman likes lips to whisper of love tell her how much that he cares
Kiss her on the lips as a love sign and stir up the passion to share.

When we started what did you have in mind? were we going to love or be free
There's a line to be crossed to the passion,all in life as you know it is free
In the end I think I'll settle for Love from God since the start He's known me
Give up the frail mind of human love, and settle for Spirit to hold me.

Torch bearer from 14th Centuary prayer.

Give then yourself to me, Oh best of giver of the best;
for as for yourself, you are mine, and nothing can be mine,
nor can I be my own, unless you be mine first.
be mine, be mine, therefore; for so long shall I be mine, and yours,
but if you are not mine, nothing is mine.


The torch bearer has explained that he is an autonomous
Spirit whose sole concern is shedding light. He has no feelings
towards us, neither good nor ill, he has no feelings of any kind.
Feelings is a human prerogative. He needs us for his very own
existance for he needs a human being, to see the light he sheds.

The unseen friend.

You've been a childhood friend from small
You suited each and every mood
Never tried to change the situation
Played and chatted with a child, when you could.


As the child grew, the mixed thoughts grew deeper
You were more like a helper than friend.
Children need you there every moment
No other can enter their play.


When the eyes opened up to puberty
No one else could come in between
The helper, the friend, became messenger
To teach children the way to just be.


No body you ever could show them
Only feelings, and thoughts, oh so dear
Children feel all emotions, and what love is
They create their own dreams, to be near.


When the teachings you give reached the Spirit
You were then free to go where you may
if the child had the final conclutions
It would probably want you to stay.


When you left some go off on a journey in mind
Anarexia, drink ,drugs or lots more.
Until they settle when in comes the next messenger
To start them through life the next course.


Just love your children, the best that you can
Know you did what was asked off you
To nurture, clothe,love and feed them till grown
Then they know what they must do.

Spirit of Love. The Daimon

A passionate Soul is the lover

Who walks with each one night or day

It never gets tired of loving

All emotions then come into play.

It teaches to reach out in Spirit

No fears or thoughts to betray

It talks only of love from a lover

While on earth, or so far away.

The secret lover of women is her daimon

Her idea of him always the same.

His love is the passion she's seeking

She gives him the self night or day.

She longs for this impossible lover

In the male of the one that she seeks

He can do what he will with the body

her spirit he leaves just as meek.

The Soul gives with pull of a heart string

To anyone out there in need

The lover gives love every second

To all who have pain or in need.

It gives with no thought of receiving

It has only one object you see

To possess or be possessed by the Spirit

As it goes through each day to just be.

All women have this ideal lover

When lonely or sad he's in mind

To give her his all, love and keep her

In his heart, till the end of time.

As her mind grows, she accepts reality

Slowly lets him recede in the mind

Realizes he was The Spirit of God

Of Life, of Love, of Time.

This is the Spirit that God gives

To all who are waiting in line

He loves them into eternity

and rests them in peace for all time.

Women discribe the daimon as

1 A twin soul

2 A past incarnation memory of self or partner

3 A psychological part of the self

4 A Spirit

5 The completion of the androgymous self

6 A soul companion.

7 Inspirer or guide.

The daimon as soul friend is taken for granted and is very often an

experience which directly extends out of the childhood secret companion.

The masculine Spirit of Love ( The muse )

Passionate muse is the fire of life
Demonstrating its way to Truth
It brings focus, love, and its Nature is clear
Unconditional surrender to every male who comes near.


It works during creative tentions
When the mind is all balanced and still
It helps him to open the pathway
To whatever he needs to be filled.


He lets sadness go with the longing
To renew his unfulfilled dreams
It helps to lay out his destiny
So his spirit can breathe out in peace.


From rest he moves to conception
and gathers up thoughts, then just rests.
Reappraises then moves to the final end
Till it manifests and is clear in his head.


The Soul is the place of presences
Its the message of Love to the male
From the Lover who gives him the light of life
and leaves the message, so he knows it cares.


The muse brings passion to the creative mind
It stays constant, the message is clear
It says " I come to open the doors
to the future,so you can bring it right here. "


He comes from where, it is not known
He is Spirit of Love, who sheds light,
To all who need and are ready
To  receive his blessings outright.


He gives because it's his duty
he asks the male to receive what he says,
His message he asks him to listen
He is the helper, the lover, the friend.


He is the inspirational masculine
Works through human, to the Divine.
The true Soul companion through his life
And stays with him beyond normal time.


You cannot bind Love, it's a Spirit,
It builds a bridge of physical trust
Mixed with subtle reality between two worlds
And its Soul path is only to Love.


The authentic self is the real face
No more projecting the false
It opens the pathway to the real Soul
The messenger then leaves but with joy.

Males as Females. From the Goddess by Shahrukh Husain

Ritual transvestism was a feature of many ancient priesthoods, and can still be found among
a number of traditional peoples. Perhaps the best known examples of priestly transvestism
among the ancients are the priests of Cybele who castrated themselves at their initiation
and thereafter wore only womens clothes
The Roman historian Tacitus ( ad 56- 120 ) claimed that among the Germanic peoples,
the priests always dressed as women. He could have seen examples of the practice closer
to home. Cybele was one of the most enthusiatically worshiped deities in Rome.

In many of the worlds myths, the original creator being is neither male nor female, but both.
The bisexual being is able to copulate with itself to generate the world.
However as myth and religion have evolved, the bisexual Nature of the creature
has often gradually been disguised, and ritual transvestism was a feature of Roman
festivals such as the Supercalia, which was held every february 15th probably to
celebrate the she wolf who suckled Romulus and Remus.
The church father St Augustine ( ad 354- 430 ) condemned men who clothed themselves
as women at the feast of Janus, saying that they could never enter Heaven.
Ritual transvestism survived in a number of cultured often coinciding with areas that
retain myths of primordial bisexual beings that played some part in the creation
of the world. For example among the Navajo the nadle is a man.

Twin Soul.

To fall in love with the twin soul
is to love their own other half
That once was joined to each other
As a form of woman and man.


It had only one head but two faces
four arms four legs , one body.
Zeus had it sliced in the mythical sense
So that each one would start once again.


To wander the earth to find it
The one they love and adore.
No thought what attracts the Spirit
Or the mind, the heart and the Soul.


Don't question the mind of a Lover,
Who finds the same sex as they say
To Love, care guard and protect them
And Love as to death every day.


God is the Love, so no questions
Just accept every step of the way
Doing what God intended as loving
And leave every one happy each day.


The world rests on the union of the male and female principles.
That form in which we do not find both male and female principles
is neither a complete nor a superior form. 
Before coming to this earth, each soul and each spirit is composed
of a man and a woman, united in one single being.
On coming down to earth,the two halves are separated and sent
to animate two different bodies.

The Jewish Soul half is the male......Basheirt.     or the female.....Basheirta
A kind of destined partner.

Soul Mate.

For a soul mate humanity searches
As they travel through, and in life
Always looking for the illusive
The lover, the bridegroom, the wife.


A myth from the past can unravel
Some mysteries we need to see clear.
The answers to some of the problems
Some minds have to go through in fear.


They look for the ideal lover
meant to be there for all when we need
To take care of life and our body
And fit with that other as we.


We think only of male and female
To be our companion through life
If we don't fit into the right pattern
Then to others we don't fit the plan.


Man is there for woman they say
And woman is there for man.
What happened to the sliced off part now
That joined once as woman and man.


A woman is born as a woman
Knows her other, is woman like she.
Why should she give all to the male now
Then never complete would she be.


A male also is born with reflection
Of one looking just like himself.
Why should he settle for women
It would be so much less than he felt.


Love has a way of just being
The needs that all want to share
Like to like is very special
To those lives who love and just share.


The beauty of male and female
Left alone, with God to decide.
He knows which one is the bridegroom,
The ,helper, the lover, the wife.


Remember Psyche fell in love with love
His image in the end was so clear.
Falling for love of his image
gained him immortality.

Kundalini An esoteric subject.

Individual consciousness is transformed.

We all have the fire of energy
penetrating our very roots
of our life, to help us see clearly
The way to the Spirit and Truth.


When the time comes,it wants to start teaching
It stirs from the bottom of the spine
rises slowly with grace as a dancer
of a snake to a charmer it's found.


Some have been known to wake rudely
No peace do they have in their life.
Pain can start then if they do not listen
To the small voice who spells out the plan.


It rises like a form of healing
Up through the chakras to spin
Keep all tip top, clear and help to open
The mind of a body now grown.


Its purpose to join with the Godhead
To light up the crown of the head
It takes place like the doctors caduceus
To heal for the rest of your life.

The caduceus..... The doctors staff carried by the winged Hermes.

All about Michael.

I have laid out my path, for all to see,
The way I walked the talk.
It was not easy and I know
It never could be bought.


I talk of all the people
Who tried to make me see.
The way the road seemed oh so straight
But not the one for me.


I followed when Love called to me
Though silent, like a dream
The words that touched and moved me
When he enfolded me.


He said I prayed in Love to him
To guard me night and day.
To enlighten my life and protect me
And help always, to light my way.


Archangel Micheal holds a heavy sword in his right hand, and in the left hand,scales,
in which to weigh the Souls of the righteous, and the unrighteous.
He will defend in the day of battle, or at the hour of our death.


Daily morning and evening prayers said since childhood.


Angel of God my guardian dear
In whom Gods Love commits you here.
Ever to be at my side
To help, and Love, and be my guide


Oh good angel, whom God has appointed
To be my guardian.
Enlighten, protect, direct, and govern me
during this day,( or night ) and at the hour of my death.

No time left to love.

In this life what time left for loving?
For giving, receiving and share.
To offer it all to Gods keeping
And tell Him, His Love was so dear.


To go back to where we came from,
Is to go home to all that we love,
acknowledge the past with the future
As one, in the present with Love.


In the balance of the book there's a straight line,
That goes on and on endlessly.
The only difference with Love is the changes
In it's form, as it shapes and displays.


The colours, the beauty, from the bounty
All given to each life to take.
Then at the end of each cycle
We give it all back again.

The Bonus years.

The closing of life, oh so special,

All the balance of all, fits in place.

What was measured as happy or sadness

In the end, it was all just the same.

There's a wisdom that comes when we're ageing

To show us it cared all along,

If we had listened more, instead of talking,

Its voice would have sung us the songs

From sorrow, there always came gladness,

The heart weighs up all every day,

If we only relaxed as it happened

Our life would have been different to-day.

We did all think it was our way

To do only things that we want,

Instead if we took only what it gave us

How happy , our hearts would rejoice.

Our mind took us off on a journey

As we learnt when we walked in its ways,

Of work,play,friends, peers, and family,

Sometimes to be alone, would have saved.

So many things that caused sorrow,

Too precious, the good things each year.

That brought us the love and the caring 

From all that we loved and kept dear.

In the quiet moments of silence,

As we pondered on all that had been

A voice then would tell us in love that

It shared every minute each day.

From the first day, it has always been with us

Only now in the closing we see

It shares us in Spirit as oneness

To embrace evermore and just be.

Too late now to correct this lifetime

Maybe next time, we start early to see,

What stays with us from start to finish

As Spirit from beginning to end.

A parents wealth of knowledge.

                    A father told a child when small
                    A name is a special blessing
                    It signifies a ray of light
                    from where? there is no telling.


                    Children are named by the parents
                    Who think of themselves, when they choose.
                    If the child likes it, while it is growing
                    How lucky it is for a few.


                    When small, some like bubbles, or billy,
                    When grown, then the name is more sane,
                    It gains now a little acceptance
                    When the meaning is told them by peers.


                    They say,"what really is in a name " ?
                    A treasure trove of wealth,
                    Of flowers, plants, planets, and colours,
                    All sweet things, to make the heart melt.


                    The coldest of hearts in the winter
                    With it's perfume, it's shape, and it's name
                    When God gave us so many reasons
                    To name women, rosebud or plain jane.


                    God tells us to look for the pearl of great price
                    To be found in the heart of us all.
                    Maybe when the time comes to find it,
                    The name,,,,margaret,,,,,the meaning,,,,,a pearl.

The Image of Love.

          The Image of Love has no body
          Form of human, nor made of the flesh.
          No face to remember a longing
          Nothing but a vision of rest.


          It is nothing to do with knowledge
          Or exsisting in all that you see.
          No living creature can own it
          Nor the Heavens, the  Earth, or the Sea.


          It subsists of itself as a oneness
           Of beauty for all to take free
          It gives all of itself to who knows it
          And stays more or less so you see.


          It gives, and has no expectations
          Best to leave it as you find it each day.
          It comes from the Spirit of God down
          To earth and left with our needs every day.

Unconditional Love

When we open our eyes in the morning
View the new day with a smile,
Know whatever we face or it brings us,
We walk hand in hand every mile.

To love Him with no expectations,
To give and receive every day,
To live, laugh, love and serve Him,
With joy that comes from the way.

He said His thoughts are not our thoughts,
His ways too, are not our ways.
If he loves us, we need only bend in his spirit
Just know, that we walk in His ways.

No need to ask for His favour
He knows even our most secret thoughts.
Don't try to barter, or charm him,
The way to the tomb, you'll get lost.

Don't ask foregiveness for sinning,
Learn to forgive, and not sin.
The thought of any wrong doing,
Will let the temptation get in.

Too many pray, as if humble.
Not knowing what humble should be.
Compassion, for all things and all beings.
From very old, to a nice new baby.

Love Him as the poor in heart do.
They have learnt to see God as One,
In all things they give to each other
The blessings that come from above.

Learn to unravel the parables
Covered over in plain sight to see.
The way we should follow and Love Him.
To the end of our lives, you and me.

Learn too about the beatitudes,
They teach of a way that should be.
To always remember what Love is,
And give it to all that you see.

Go to Him in Love, like a baby.
Look for nothing, just be as you are.
The way Nature made you from childhood, 
T'ill you grew, and loved as a man.

If we follow every commandment,
We would soon learn that one out of the ten,
One word, through them all is woven.
It is Love, from beginning to end.

The echo of Words from Beyond

Palm Beach, a beauty spot for fishermen on the South Coast
To the Memory of Stephanus Adriaan, born 15th June 1913
He lived, Loved and Died, but still is remembered
With great Love by his sons, Daan and Gerhardus.

A mind from the past tells a story of Love
With memories, saddness, and grief.
How the sea called him back to a place in the Heart
To re-live every week, the same dream.

His Brother was lost at sea, never  found
His son dived into the hidden rocks,
Broke his neck, and had to be set free
From the body, no longer with thoughts.

To be the voice, of a voiceless one
And tell of his memories he gives
Of his life and the loss of his brother
Then a son of his own, named the same.

He had an aim in life then
To teach his remaining two sons
To respect and care for Nature and Sea
So they would live healthy and sound.

Each Friday when the weeks work was over
The three went down to the sea
To fish and play, all night if need be
Until the very next day.

When hungry they collected mussels,
Made a fire to cook on the rock
Dug a bed in the sand when ready
To rest when the time came to nod.

They feared each new wave that brought the lice
That dug quickly, under the sand
Before the wave went out, then in again 
The scurry went on with a dance.

Their father was in his own little world.
Of memories he lived night and day,
No home would they see, till his bait gone,
Only then would he take them away.

The sea seems to always claim its own,
Though the danger is hard to see.
The mind carries back to the dangerous part
That stays in this memory.

The mind talks of Love for his family
As each time they go to sea.
Now mature, and in the bonus years,
His sons still re-live these years.

His sons live a life of rememberance
Of their youth, with father, by the sea.
They still Love the waves, and respect every day,
How fate set their life out to be.

They both still live near the waves and the sea
That holds lots of dangers and sadness.
The memory deep, still lingers, repeats,
And never can change into gladness.

Always respect beauty in Nature
She is awesome for all to see
Allow Her to do, what She does best.
Then all in her path will be free.