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.






  

An Old Tradional Song. - Author Unknown

He stood in a beautiful mansion
Surrounded by riches untold
He gazed at a beautiful picture
That hung in a frame of gold.

T'was the picture of a lady
So beautiful young and fair
And to the life like features
He murmered in despair

Chorus.

If those lips could only speak
And those eyes could only see
And those beautiful golden tresses
Were in reality.

Could I only take your hand
As I did when you took my name
But it's only a beautiful picture
In a beautiful golden frame.