Articles, short stories, poetry and prose on spirituality, psychology, random interests and silly stuff! To hear my songs, go to Angelkate Rose Channel.
I like to question the nature of reality by taking voyages of discovery through the depths of the psyche and soul, to see through illusion and find hidden treasures! Being a pirate princess, such things come naturally… so board the ship and let us set sail!
One of my favourite quotes… "We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep." by William Shakespeare.
Eckhart Tolle reminds me of a cartoon character mole
I don't think he'd mind at all, he'd probably just say, LOL
He sits in contemplative silence for quite a lengthy fraction
Until he starts to stir and then we might just see some action
He talks about how to be aware and in the present
If you can manage this it is extremely pleasant
But when thoughts come, if you get really pissed
The essence of his teachings you likely have missed
Lettuce look at the apeeling benefits that eating fruits and vegetables can injuice.
At this currant thyme there is much information available about how processed foods can contribute to health issues such as leeky gut, which cannot be ignoried. It is a good idea to beetroo to yourself by eating a simple natural diet and it doesn't take a sage to work thistle out.
Eating a diet of wholefoods cresses every cell in our bodies with a sense of pease and makes us feel much more comfrey, plus it tastes good so we get a berry good dill.
Preamble:
Sips a cup of tea whilst leaning against a red phone booth whilst holding a bag of salt' n' vinegar chips whilst saying 'How do you do?' whilst a stereotypical policeman walks by singing 'God Save The Queen' whilst criminals wearing stripy pajamas rob a bank using sacks across the road in broad daylight and make their get away on a big red bus of which Cliff Richard is the driver who is serenading them with 'Summer Holiday' whilst the passengers sit in awkward silence stewing in social shame because they are amongst strangers whilst they wonder who is the psycho driving the bus and inappropriately engaging in joyous self-expression in a public place but it doesn't bother them for long as they are busy planning a list of soap operas to watch that night and whether to have their potatoes roasted, boiled or mashed whilst they browse through the paper to check to see what murders, rapes and muggings took place the previous day… because everyone likes a routine in England ;) It's just a shame that they had to look in the paper for these things (which is surely second rate) when they could have captured the bank robbery on their very own iphones (and posted it on Facebook) but they missed it as they had been too busy tweetin' about what they had in their sandwich that day.
Last night I dreamt of a bluebird
A beautiful warm hue of blue
You keep dancing into my reality
Bluebird do you I know you?
Your feathers velvety smooth
You flew gracefully up above
Winding and twisting joyously
For you I felt such love
As a child I had a bike called Bluebird
Which I loved to ride all day
I liked the film called Bluebird
And the magical adventure they take
There is a tasty seaweed
On which I like to feed
Mineral rich, purple and salty dulse is
Good on salads, grains and pulses
I feel like a mermaid
Eating an Atlantis dish
To add a sea-like flavour
I needn't hurt a fish!
I sprinkle flakes on salad
Mix it into hearty stew
Blend it into veggie soup
Or snack on a piece or two!
I have two bits of pet dulse
Floating contentedly in a jar
Above a bed of stony gravel
In veganism… let's raise the bar!
Why does showering make people sing?
Is it a biological or habitual thing?
When the water starts cascading down
Some start to make all kinds of sounds!
Get thoroughly wet and lather the soap
No room for rubber ducky or a sailor's boat
Just a waterproof radio and a bottle or two
And in the corner possibly some mildew
A quick wash and go can refresh one nicely
Or a long luxurious waterfall relaxes enticingly
Some additional shaving may also take place
Or an exotic salt scrub upon the body and face
Into the rainbow I fly
Beautiful colours in the sky
A portal to the unknown
Infinite mysteries of the soul
Waiting to be discovered
Treasures to be uncovered
I let go and am taken
I surrender I awaken
It's not over the arch
It's not at the end
It's not the pot of gold
It's now it's fresh
Carried on the breeze
Of love's free wings
Entering the newness
My soul sings
I can only speak for myself as I describe it how I see
But I imagine that many will find a similarity
The meaning of introversion is often misconstrued
So try listening to a few before you conclude!
Each of us has tendencies that are of both kinds
Introversion and extroversion in each of us combined
Energies that express themselves in many different ways
Yet are one and the same like the nights and days
(Graphic courtesy of dreamatico.com)
into the mist a winged horse sings
through the clouds music she brings
gliding on rainbows high in the sky
mysterious with grace she flies
into the mist she sings
I'm clearing out my life
of baggage held so long
no need for limitation
this makes me strong
No need to talk about
the moment that is now
plans or hopes or dreams
why or when or how
silence says it all
heart sings aloud
God is right here
not on some distant cloud
appearances can deceive
but all that I need
is here in my heart
and so I am freed
Everything is made of one
All else is illusion
If you perceive separation
You will feel confusion
There is no point in resisting
And trying to block things out
Just open up to more
That is what life's about
New experiences of the soul
Another piece revealed
Is this never ending
Love that God is sending?
Reveal that problems don't exist
Except in our perception
Surrender thoughts to God
For effortless correction
I wonder why period dramas particularly appeal to women
Why some of us get flustered when we see Darcy swimmin'
Is it the suits and dresses that the characters wear?
Or perhaps it's their manners and vocabulary flare
The male and female roles often contrast each other's
And we are overjoyed when they finally are lovers
Is it the lead up that gives us such a thrill
Or does the first kiss provide the biggest chill?
Credit: ArtCuniqueLegend.DeviantArt.com
Power of the breath
Where all life is born
Burst through the veil
Divinity into form
Like a thousand horses
Running on the beach
Each of them from heaven
Divinity in each
Like the wind up high
Rolling through the storm
Like contrast of soft petals
Protected by a thorn
Creation of life
In a single breath
Through embracing life
Relinquishment of death
Breathing in nourishment
Then surrender letting go
I am the mystery
Unfolding as I grow
Dear Father, I remember, I am your holy Son
There is no separation, everything is one
Suddenly the land shone with golden light
As I took your hand and my wings took flight
Everything now sparkles, everything is love
Now that my eyes are open to the holy dove
Father I surrender, for my will is yours
The path that you lay takes me through many doors
From darkness I emerged into eternal truth
First I prayed for faith and now I see the proof
We are merely stars in your holy sky
A sacred constellation, an eternal lullaby
There is nothing left to stay for
And everything for which to go
As I give birth to my soul
The rainbow river lets me know
Which path to take
Which trail to follow
The treasure waits
No time to borrow
The current pulls me in
As I let go to its strength
No longer any resistance
And I will go to any length
To protect the alignment
For it is all that's real
No compromise of truth
Is pure divine will
FOR AN INTERACTIVE EXPERIENCE: Read whilst listening to the song that I was
listening to on repeat as I wrote it in the middle of the night… wait until
he's sung the intro… then you're good to go…
Past the gates of time
I walk in anticipation
Surrender myself to
A mysterious initiation
Photo credit: Peter Smith, Newbery Smith Photgraphy
Surrounded by stone pillars
On the altar of our love
Spirit calls us from beyond
To merge with the sky above
I am you and you are me
Divinity sees its face
Within eternal stillness
From each unique place
You hold me and I hold you
In a sacred embrace
As we spiral endlessly
Through time and space
Timeless reality
Calls us from the dream
As we remember who we are
And not who we seem
I come from South East London
Accent a mix of things
It changes frequently
And disappears when I sing
I make up words quite often
Out of laziness I guess
Melding words together
So that I can speak less
"You've got that London twang"
A friend said when I spoke
"What do you mean?" I asked
"I sound like common folk?"
He explained grammatical errors
And a lilting of my voice
I said I planned elocution lessons
To make a better choice
It seems that choosing one's state of being leads to creations that further reinforce it; such is the nature of physical reality.
Looking at the picture you will see a selection of treasures on a table in the corner; a bed of crystals upon which rests a desert rose (rock) on the left, a lantern on the right and a Goddess statue in the middle who is draped with an angel quartz necklace, plus a candle that lies before her and a glass pyramid prism aligned directly behind her. There are crystals of many kinds, with many pieces of rose quartz and purple amethyst among them, interspersed with various green crystals. So what of these objects, is it just that they look pretty?
Have you ever noticed that you have the power to control time? In fact, you are doing it right now. "That can't be true", I hear you say, "Time is shared by everyone, so if one person controlled it then everyone else would notice time speeding up or down! There would be conflicting influences on time happening from many different people, so it wouldn't be possible!" This logic makes sense based on the idea that time is a shared reality between all human beings and something that is unchangeable.
Driving forward motion
The fire burns away
All that is not God
And illuminates the way
In this eternal moment
Time does stand still
I am in alignment
With the one and only will
Opening my petals
Spreading my wings
Not even thinking
About what this brings
The fire burns within
My eyes glare bright
No longer any darkness
For I am filled with light
The path lay before me
I walk it unafraid
All lack is illusion
Whole as I was made
Nothing else exists
But focus of steel
Doing what is right
Doing what is real
Pieces die off that are no longer needed
Tears of revelation cleanse my soul
Release aspects with which I once pleaded
As they wither away I let them go
Things become barer and more plain
But the chill that winter is thought to have
Remains outside the window of my perception
As I'm warmed by the fire with reason to be glad
Branches are snapping but beneath the earth
Roots are deepening and spreading
The snow outside is a stunning landscape
A mirror of where I am heading