A new Day

And yesterday it was my birthday. A have now reached the ago of 72. I am enjoying this getting older I have to confess. I have no fear for it and the spirit is good. And spirit is almost my 'god these days I have to confess. Without spirit I think that I would feel rather empty. Spirit is the soul of who I am.

Spirit v The Dark Age

Fighting for the light of bright spirit to invade the dark age. Prayer in all of its aggeession, taken to its limit. Going face to face with the evil and the wrong. Peace is a nuetral and a quiet place. The war is on and magic awaits the ring. And love can do no wrong for it is present in the apparently most innocuous friendship, until it reasches for the stars. And when I walk with love, and love walks beside me, I am strong in empathy and compassion, and without I am lost and lonely.Hatred is the poison of the ignorant. It has no place to reach but tragedy.

The Bray Airshow 2022

A Dart at Amiens Street. A train a very crowded one. Destination Bray in County Wicklow. A view of the airshow in prosapect. And this train is crammed with humans, and of course it has to stop at each and evry stop, and of course the people keep piling in. Got talking to a good person from Liverpool, where I had spent more than a little time before. The journey seems longer than it usually does. I look forward to Daly Station in Bray. I stay in Bray for a while. I observe. People, with ice cream on their minds. A funfair, with sophistication, and reasonable prices for those who are brave enough to enter and experience. And then after my looking I need to make my escape, after having seen some aeroplanes flying by, and a lot of living creatures. I get on another DART bound for Dublin, and everything is wrong. This particular little life refuses to function, and all is uneasy.

July

And July is my birth month. And I have never found it quite so warm before. It is the year of 2022 and my mind is open and unknowing. And I am sat in my study, wine at the ready and music on the go, urging myself to keep things simple for a change.And the focus on the world local, is the weather. THere is fear in the prospect it appears.And my belief is that fear is for another day, a distant day, and I won't allow it to reside within me. And I need something to say, if only to myself. I need some kind of newness, in this different kind of place that is here today.

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.