Unobserved

I am getting old, dear God, and I'm very tired;
I'm not really certain why I'm here.
I've plodded along day by day,
Progressing very little year by year.

There are those never to be forgotten,
Their names are carved in stone.
They made history while residing here,
But I've just quietly meandered on alone.

I've nursed many a wee, sick animal,
But then I really like doing that!
I've helped the old folk now and then,
But I've enjoyed the tea and the chat!

I've always kept an open house
For those having lost their way,
Being sad, lost and alone is pitiful,
When from home you are far away.

It doesn't seem much does it, Lord?
So please tell me now, before I die,
Do you think I've done alright down here?
And a low voice whispered.... Aye.


Rhys Reese

It Couldn't Be Done

I found this great little poem in the papers belonging to an Aunt of mine who passed many years ago. I hope you enjoy it and take it's meaning to heart. Lionel

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,
But he, with a chuckle replied,
That, “Maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
Who wouldn’t say no till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried, he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it!

Somebody said, “Oh you’ll never do that –
At least, no-one ever has done it;
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing he knew, he’d begun it.
With the lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn’t be done, and he did it!

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophecy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in, with a bit of a grin,
Then take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
That cannot be done, and you’ll do it!

Edgar A. Gust

A Residence Called Mind

You cannot use a lantern
If you haven’t any light,
As a guiding flame for others,
Or to light your path at night.
You cannot bring together
All the friends you call your own
If you live in a house of darkness
You must live there all alone.

You cannot see the grandeur
Of the wonderful world outside,
God’s gift to all humanity
In which we all reside.
You cannot see the beauty
Of flowering shrub or seed,
If you live in a house of darkness,
Of selfishness and greed.

You cannot know the treasures
That loving thoughts can bear,
Or all the joy and happiness
That others long to share.
You cannot know the gifts of God,
That are sent from heaven above
Without the knowledge of Godliness,
For Godliness is love.

You cannot enjoy the harvest
Produced by sun and rain,
You can only know the misery
Of sickness and of pain.
For if your mind is a house like this,
Then pity is all for you
To live in a house of darkness
In a house without a view.

For the mind is like a dwelling place,
Where myriad thoughts abide,
The good ones and the bad ones
That congregate inside.
The angry thoughts, the spiteful thoughts,
The gentle and the kind.
Harbouring with spirit
In a residence called mind.


Edwin H. Whatmore

I will be away for three days so this is my last post for a while.

Lionel

Suicide (continued)

Red Cloud continues:-

On the other hand, let us take a man, who with the body and mind in alignment, deliberately thinks he is going to dodge the result of his labours in your world; whether he knows it or not does not signify. All I can do is to ask you to pray for the man who deliberately commits suicide, because he becomes earthbound. Unable to go forward, he remains stationery, until he awakens to the truth of that commandment, “Thou shalt not kill.”

You cannot dodge the law. God cannot be mocked. Why not face up to it now? Why not be men and women and realise your possibilities? You find a suicide may come back to you and say, “It is alright over here. I am quite happy.” But wait until he awakens to the realisation that he has left undone something that he must again return to the earth world to rectify.

When a man comes to my world with his mind and body in alignment it is the worst form of suicide. It is worse for those who know spirit truths and deliberately enter my world through suicide. Once you awaken to the truth that sets you free, you do not require to be told these things because you will then work out your own salvation and realise that I am teaching you what you should have learned as little children.

Suicide

Here is Red Cloud again, this time on the subject of suicide.

A man who commits suicide automatically puts into operation premature birth into the spirit world. He is born into the spirit realms out of due season. That is the first thing that I must touch upon so that you realise men and women must obey the Law.

If you force the spirit from the body before its due season, you automatically commit a breach of the Law; therefore you stay in vibrations near the earth world until the fullness of your birth takes place.

Some might ask, “Does that apply to all men and women?” Yes, in the same way as premature birth in your world applies. All men and women abide by and know this law, even as they understand that death comes to all. So you are governed firstly by that law. We must not however, accept that as covering all cases. Motive is taken into consideration in each case. The law of premature birth governs all but the events leading to the motive are taken into consideration…

There is one thing you must realise, every motive, every thought is registered, for everything you do is known to us. A man’s material body suddenly crashes, he has lost control and through suicide his astral body enters my world. It is a great shock to him to find that he is not dead and that he has, as you say, jumped out of the frying pan into the fire; into the fire of reality, for he now realises he has left undone those things he ought to have done.

No one taunts him, do not think that. It is the realisation that arises automatically within him-self. Such a man is given the benefit of any understanding gained through his ‘grey matter’ before it crashed and he is helped by the doctors in the rest homes here and taught. He gradually unfolds within himself the real kingdom of peace, wending his way along the pathway of life trough the heavens.

This is what happens to the man, who through the confusion of grey matter makes a mistake. Do not think that your motive is not known. Your motive is known only too well in my world.

This will be continued tomorrow.

INSPIRATION

Red Cloud was the Native American who spoke so beautifully through the British medium Estelle Roberts when she was in Trance. Here are some of his words on the subject of inspiration.

Sometimes as you gaze upon a little sickly child you yearn over it saying, “Oh Father, if only I had the power to help that small child I would give my all.” In such moments you touch inspiration. There are moments when, in listening perhaps to the song of a nightingale, as its notes peal forth, they awaken an answering chord in your memory. That memory is your real self; the note which is touched lies in your greater self which is always inspiring you.

Inspiration, to my understanding, means tuning in to the law of God, the sweet caress of heaven’s awakening within the breast. Inspiration is the food of the gods. By silent concentration you can fan the flame of inspiration within your own mental understanding. Then the food of the gods is yours, and in that gentle awakening you can understand the fuller realisation which no man can take from you. Whether your lot lies in misery, or even in purgatory, you can still fan that gentle flame which is in your mind.

Gaze upon the face of a flower and note its beauty. Inhale the perfume which rises gently to your nostrils. In that moment of silent admiration you reach God’s garden and your spiritual home. For home with God can only be in beauty, whatever way you seek it. Perhaps you will find it on a summer’s evening as you gaze across the sky, the sun setting in its beauteous colourings and the gentle moon rising. Your heart and soul with wonderment are filled with the beauty of God’s kingdom and its blessing. Thus you find inspiration, for you are awakening and sensing God.

ON LOVE

“I love you” trips lightly off the tongue,
And often stays that way.
Light and careless; superficial,
Romantic reflex; will not stay.

When love goes deep and swells the heart,
All thoughts of self drowned out.
Then one knows the true divine,
You are complete, no need to shout.

Within its depths the human soul,
Responds and opens wide,
Darkness becomes charged with light,
Two are united; no divide.

Certain music means so much more,
You write in verse and prose,
Life is vibrant, never more,
Your loving gift a deep red rose.

All is shared, with no conditions,
And yet for to survive,
Independence there must be
For both; to keep your love alive.

Share alone and share together,
That’s the way it ought to be,
For love uplifts and love inspires,
Such love will always make us free.

With love the world and we were born,
The love of God; let’s use it
To make the world a better place,
Let’s not waste it or abuse it.

© Lionel Owen 2009