The Higher Creation

And the higher mind aligns itself to a higher point of creation. The self has moved to a place outside of itself while yet present within itself.

On Talbot Street.

Walking on Talbot Street this morning, and there is this young lady, well endowed and obviously not wearing support, and she is wearing a t shirt that proclaims 'Rocky Mountains'. Made my day!

What is the Self?

Just what is 'the self.?

The Extension of the Self

The extension of the self can be the lessoning of the self. There has to be strength in the self, and of being on ones own. And each one is alone, with their strengths and weaknesses, and each one is alone. And no-one is complete. No-one is qualified to judge or advise another one. We are on separate journeys through this visit to life. And the truth of the personal experience lies within the heart. It can be a difficult place to look, but personal truth lies there. So to deny this is to accept delusion, and prettify the life. And then the personal truth becomes nothing more than illusion. It hides from the truth and is a coward.

Terra Pluvia

Terra Pluvia. Which means 'the land of rain. This is what the Romans should've called Ireland, and not Hibernia, which means, The land of winter.

Memories of Twinkling Feelings

Memories, from the distant past. Making them fresh somehow. And the essence of the word is the feeling. And there is the feeling for the memory. Bringing it into today for a wise or foolish reason. And today is like a source for a further memory. Some are important and some are not. Some are kind and some are hurtful. And some are wise and some are foolish. Some should be, and some should be forgotten. And how do you tell a memory to forget itself? And where there is mind, there is memory. And perhaps to lose certain memories is to lose a part of mind. There indeed, is a whole. As in the life that we are born to live and die in.

Diary

A grey day in Mid'May, and I'm walking on Moore Street. Where did all the Gypsies go? And in my haste in buying sandwiches and Danish Pastries and a bottle of Chenin Blanc, I managed to forget the daily bananas. So after the 123 bus was waiting for me at the stop on O'Connell Street and I returned to base, I went out again down to Talbot Street to the Iceland store in particular, where I duly picked up bunch of bananas. Many days, I do a shop on Moore Street and in particular in the Lidl store there. And I leave there and am bemused at the presence of Roma Gypsies. I often wonder why they gather there daily, and what it is that thy have to converse about. And sometimes, I bus it to Blackrock and sometimes I bus it to Dun Laoghaire. I believe in seeking to vainly recapture the past. And Main Street Blackrock is looking fine these days, with its tables and benches and chairs. For me, it has a European feel to it. And very often, when I visit there, I get on a returning bus, very shortly afterwards. And I wonder if they are going to create a real eyesore in the further development of the Frascasti Centre. And I had an afternoon where I meditated about these things. And other things and people came to my lazy mind. Dalkey was to the fore, and a working experience that I had there. And then other working experiences came to mind, not in Dalkey, but in Dun Laoghaire and Blackrock. And I know that I should have defended my corner a lot more. But there can be victory in silence, as there also can be defeat in it. And the day still looks like rain, and is yet grey. And back in those days of Dalkey and Dun Laoghaire and Blackrock, I had a wife and two grown sons.

Positive Healing Energy As Regards Covid 19

Positive healing enegy and its phantom, against the phantom of the virus. Spirit and soul aligned in the fight for good. And truth and its beauty seeks out a killer. Collective love will prevail, since there can be no boundaries or limits. Righteous love on its jouney to the road to freedom. Bright eyes and openess and still determination, focus on achievement of the end result. Many of our worldwide brothers and sisters, have been slaughtered by a demon. Let us be the risen. Let not this foe overwhelm us. Let our anger be peaceful and with reason. Let our outrage be a beautiful thing. Let there be no anxiety. May our strength be in understanding, in goodness. May our bright eyes focus on these things. Let us be at one with humanity and with the world. And let us be with the collective God. And furthermore, may the collective God, truly be with us who each one is a part of.Let us abandon selfishness, lest we betray one another. And let us be at one with love, and love be at one with us.

The Defiant Ones

And there are the defiant ones. They are opposed to the masks that we are imposed upon to wear, to keeping ourselves well apart from each other. And we are fed nothing more than analysis of statistics, nothing of a medical or realistic nature, and the defiant ones see this clearly. On bus journeys, they have given us, hardly a seat for us to sit on. And there is no proof that masks and social distancing, make any difference. The ideas from the top people, change when there is another whim, of what this thing, might just be about out. They don't know. They are in no position to dictate. And they have given the defiant ones all the ammunition that they need to be so defiant. My abiding fear is that there could be more than one evil mystery at work here. My fear is that we are in the void. My fear is that we are in a hopeless position. My fear is that we can't possibly know what is coming tomorrow and then for the forseeable future. My fear is that the future doesn't look like any kind of future at all.

New Post. America

America, you are being wound up by a sinister magician. He will turn out to be the orchestrator and manipulator of violence and tragedy.

Lorraine

All of my heroes turned out to be fakes. And then I have to return to myself, to ask myself 'how much of a fake am I.' And I turn to the lady who declared to me 'I am always alone.' And of course, I wonder, if she herself is a fake too. And if she is a fake then my affection for her is a fake also. I guess that I miss her and I really don't know why. And just the other night, she was in my dream, and she was crouched and with a different colour of hair, and she looked in discomfort. And I awoke from my dream to find her nowhere around me. And then I began to ask questions of myself, like 'who is she?' and what are my real feelings for her? And 'why am I in this place at this particular time.? And anytime she comes into my mind, I tend to smile. And I am not sure that we were cut out to be lovers. And I'm not even sure that she will remember my name, and I'm not so sure of myself anymore. And I can't be easy about my thoughts of her. There is no guilt just the feeling of foolishness on my part. It has been a long time, and the days increase the longness. And I spent my day, today, alone and being alone. I couldn't find very much to do with myself. It was a strange place for me to be in. And Lorraine in truth is far from me. I don't even know if I will ever see her again. And I don't even know about her feelings for me, or the lack of them. She remains a mystery to me.