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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.

An Ode to Spiritual Gurus

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


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.

Being British

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

In the Shower

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

Into the Rainbow

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

Introverts and Extroverts

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 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

Period Dramas

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?

Power of the Breath

Credit: 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

Prayer of No Religion

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

Rainbow River

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

Soul Labyrinth

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 Oh Celtic cemetery soul labyrinth Ivy creeping on grave cross stones Cracked and twisted beyond time


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

That London Twang

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

The Bridge Between Concept and Experience

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.


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

Winter of the Soul

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