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Saturday, 13 May 2017

UNDERSTANDING THE UNIVERSE WITHIN





Where are you right now? Are you in a crowded room? Standing by a beach? Alone in your bedroom? Watching a noisy TV show? Cooking supper?
Whatever you are doing, (and you are probably doing none of the above if you are reading this) then I assume you are sitting reading on the Internet. How you found this I don’t know, but I would like to. Was it by chance? I imagine it was as I don’t have that much traffic to a normally dull blog site.

Anyway, to get on with it, as the title suggests, I believe there is a universe all around you and I’m not talking about far away, up above, outside of our planet. I’m talking about inside of you. So, if you can, I suggest you stop reading, close your eyes, take a long breath and just breathe out slowly. With your eyes closed, you can now go deep within yourself. Unless your kid (or significant other) is screaming at you for attention, then you will have calm. Gradually tune out what is going on around you, even down to the smallest tick tock of a clock or rumble of a refrigerator.

Take a moment in time to discover the inside you. All of your body parts that go on working for you whether you acknowledge them or not. You eat, you drink, you sleep, you laugh, you cry, you get the point, but all of these things occur naturally without much strain or struggle from you. Well, hopefully anyway.

Now that you are calm and cool and understanding that your brain is functioning for you and creating all the movement and digesting and separating that goes on in your body, and all you really have to do is breathe, then you are getting with it. Is that so much to ask of a body that is made to last over a hundred years?

Think about what our minds do mostly. We create a safe place for ourselves. Sure, we care about other people, but it all comes back to ourselves and how we feel, and how we look, and how others are going to think of us. Should I wear those pants, they might make me look fat. I think those boots make me look too tall and skinny. I wonder if my hair looks okay. I just found a new pimple, when are they gonna go away for good? I wonder if I sound okay.

See? It’s all about us. Our little universe is more important to us than anything around us on earth. Other people are important to us but sometimes we say, I’d die without him. She makes me feel so good. Those kids make me laugh. I love this food. No matter what we do or who we see or how much we attend to others, it ends up being all about us in our head.

Rejection is a big deal to most of us. We avoid doing certain things because of rejection. We are afraid of rejection and why? Why do we care so much what others think? Most of the time other people are thinking about themselves, not us, not if we are fat, not if we look tall and skinny, not if our hair looks great that day. They might mention it but if we get a compliment or an insult, it’s over for them. They say it and move on. We are left with the spoils, the heartache, the rejection, the pain, over and over we carry it around in our little universe. It spins around us, encapsulating us in our own world.

Most of the time, we don’t even notice the inside of us. How often have you thought about it? It’s just part of life mostly. But once you take the time to go quiet inside yourself and think. Really think. Not about what you will prepare for your next meal, or what movie you will watch tonight, or what book you might read. But think about nothing really. Just go silent and listen. Hopefully you won’t hear too many strange sounds coming from your personal universe. But, the silence will fulfill you, open you up to who you really are, what you really want and where you are going.

Do this at least once a day, maybe before bedtime. Or, maybe first thing in the morning might be better for you, or in the middle of the afternoon when no one else is around. Call it your own personal meditation break. Get in touch with you, your universe, your magical body and it is magical and omnipotent. Learn to use the power that is inside you so you can face rejection, face fear, face whatever comes with strength from within.

It's mind blowing and empowering, but you must be patient with yourself also. It takes time to get to know you. But it’s worth it. Let me know how you make out.

TRAIN TRACK BLUES

I've been writing poems for a long time. This one is from a new poetry book that is in the planning stages. All poems will be about trains. 


TRAIN TRACK BLUES

They’re ripping up the train tracks
A sad sight to see
The time has come, they say
And many do agree


But some people are upset for sure
They’re trying to resist
Marching, chanting
Hoping the train can still exist


We don’t need those nasty trains
We’ve got big trucks
And modern highways
The train has had its day


Reporters gather,
Watching the show
Writing frantically
About what they know


The photographers are busy
Snapping photos of the mess
Some people watch what’s going on
While others are quite invested


I saw a girl quite upset
She stood beside the tracks
A policeman ventured over
And nudged her to go back


She looked at him but didn’t move
With resistance on her face
He walked away when someone else
Became a better prey


The train rode to the station
For the very last time
The people gathered round
They formed a long, sad line


A commotion started at the front
I walked with others to observe
The same policeman bent over
The same defiant girl


But this time he couldn’t move her
She lay there on her back
He called for backup because she had
Chained herself to the track


Before long they removed her
And the crowd dispersed that day
The last train to the station

A ghost of yesterday

Thursday, 27 April 2017

RANDOM THOUGHTS

Last year I posted a bunch of random thoughts. Here's some more.

You are only as big as you feel.
It would be nice if you just let go.
Coming or going, it's never an easy trip.
Make life count, it's all you have.
Be the one who smiles when the world is crying.
If only you knew the real me, we might then understand each other.
I can't complain because I sometimes have pain.
Whether or not you are with me, I am always with you.
Take it or leave it, there's no other choice anyway.
A day is just a day but a lifetime is all you have.
Grab the train or take a bus, however you travel, it will get you there.
If you hate flying then try walking on clouds.
Hitchhiking never was safe, so just because you are old now doesn't make it safer.
What kind of mind rambles on all the time?
It's pointless to worry, but we do it anyway.

Saturday, 1 April 2017

EVER HEARD OF VISITATION DREAMING?


While some people might scoff at what I am about to say, that is okay by me. I do not expect many people to believe that this is possible, however, I am just going to tell you what happened to me.

In case you don't know what I am speaking of when I say visitation dreaming, maybe we should call them after death contacts. Yes, if you've ever been contacted by someone who has died, and this has happened in your dream time, then you might have had a visitation dream.

Let's stop here while I assure you that I am no Christian fanatic. I am not even religious. However, I do have a spiritual streak. 

This type of dream is quite different from the regular dream of seeing a deceased loved one in your sleep. If a loved one that is no longer here on earth invades your dream and walks around or talks like all the other characters in your dream time, this is not a visitation dream.

A visitation dream is most often a one-on-one thing. They come to you, maybe out of the blue, not in a dream that makes sense (if we can say any dream makes sense). A visitation dream is much different. 

For one thing, the person visiting you will have a point to the visit and most likely leave you with an answer to something or a settlement to a problem you have been having. And it will be a settlement when you wake up because you will realize that it was no ordinary dream, and you will remember it clearly. You will remember the vision in front of your eyes. You will remember the way your loved one looked. And you will not forget this for a long, long time, maybe never, and it will probably stay as vivid in your mind as right after it happened. And you also will have no trouble trying to remember. It is like it might have been seared into your memory, unlike most dreams which fade quickly.

Some of the differences between an ordinary dream of a loved one and a visitation dream might be the shortness of it. If you could remember or could have timed the dream, it might have lasted only short seconds. I know my dream did. And, it didn't need to last any longer. The message was clear and it was passed along quickly but so amazingly.

So, I guess it's time that I told you about this wonderful dream I had. I can't tell that there was a story going on and characters interacting because this was not the case. It was alone, no other dream characters except myself and the visitor.

I was lying in bed and suddenly woke up (meaning I was awaken in my dream not in real life time)
I sat up in my bed and there before me at the end of the bed, not on the bed but floating in front of my eyes just beyond the bed, was a vision of my mother. I knew it was a vision because she had never looked like that before. She was clad in white, a white that was brilliant and actually vibrated around her. I never did realize what age she was or what her hair looked like, or what colour. My vision seemed concentrated on the white glow and her eyes, and her smile. 

It was a smile that radiated and instantly set my mind at peace. In fact the whole incident was so calming and so un-earth-like that I had no reason to feel alarmed or afraid. I can't even say that she was of an earthly size, yet her head, which I had concentrated on, seemed of a normal size. The rest of her just seemed to be absorbed in this white, bright glow. 

Anyway, the moment or second that she was before me and smiling at me moved away quickly as she began to come towards me. She did not walk around the bed and walk to me, she just hovered and moved very quickly by my side. I was so in awe that I could not even speak. As she reached my side, she kissed me on the cheek. At that very second of the touch, thoughts developed in my head. No outward words were spoken. I suppose this could be called telepathy. 

But with that very short contact, I realized that what had troubled me for such a long time, would not trouble me anymore. There were really no words, but I had for a long been feeling guilty that I had not done enough, that I was wrong to place her in a nursing home when I could no longer control her whereabouts once she had dementia. Her 'running away', being aggressive, outbursts of anger directed towards me when I tried to tell her that what she was seeing and thinking was not true or real. It was a very long process as anyone who has had a loved one with Alzheimer's or any form of dementia. 

I carried the guilt around for years, often wondering if I should have tried to keep her at home longer, if I should have visited more often. If I should have done this or done that. But at the moment of the kiss on the cheek and the brilliant smile, I was assured that I was indeed forgiven for anything that I might think I had done wrong. 

After the kiss, she receded backward and as she went, she grew smaller and smaller and smaller still until there was nothing but a ball of light which then disappeared. 

After that I woke up in real life. I lie in my bed, not afraid, not frightened at all by the experience. In fact, I still felt that peaceful feeling. It was like no other feeling I had ever felt. And there was also something else. During the visitation dream, there was a very strange feeling of love and peace, the love was so strong that the feelings I was experiencing were nothing ever experienced by me before and it was unexplainable. It is unexplainable to this day. And you can take whatever from this that you like 

However, If you are interested you might want to Google visitation dreaming and read more about it.
To this day I remember the visitation dream as vivid as it was when I had it. I can't even recall what year it was, but I seem to think that it was a few years after she passed away.  I have read that more than one visitation can be had, but I have had only the one, so far anyway. 

It is also said that you must be open to this. I was not open to it at the time, as I had never heard of visitation dreams. I never expected it, nor was I even thinking about her at the time. Odd things happen so they say, and yes they do. Many things that one cannot explain in this life time occur. Many people believe in many things, and many people believe it is all hogwash, or wishful thinking or that a visitation dream was probably just like any other dream only more vivid. I am here to tell you that in my opinion this is not true. You will know if you ever have a visitation dream. 

I can't explain it, nor does it matter to me to do so. I am just passing on some information because I do think of it at times and when I do it is as clear as it was when it happened. So if you have had such a dream, or some other form of visitation from a loved one. Please share your thoughts and memories. I know I'd love to hear them. 


Monday, 23 January 2017

An Interview with a Vampire



Hello and welcome! Today I have an amazing visitor. I have so many questions that I’ve had to edit and cut down on them in order to make this interview short enough. I hope you will enjoy my interview today with a very unusual vampire.
Interviewer: Good Day to you, sir.
Vampire: Whatever.
Interviewer: (fools with the mike as a nervous reaction then clears throat) So, why not start by telling us how you became a vampire.
Vampire: It’s boring.
Interviewer: Okay. Why not tell us anyway?
Vampire: I got sick then woke up a vampire.
Interviewer: That’s it? No crawling out of a crept somewhere to discover you were now in the 21st century?
Vampire: I told you it was boring. 
Interviewer: (thinking this interview was getting boring already) Okay then. So tell us what you did after you figured out you were a vampire.
Vampire: I did my usual routine.
Interviewer: (getting impatient) You don’t talk much do you?
Vampire: (eyes start gleaming)
Interviewer: (feeling a bit afraid, changes the subject) Well, it must have been very unsettling for you to discover you were a vampire. And I think that’s a very strange way to become one.
Vampire: Are you paid to think here or to talk?
Interviewer: (moving on) Most people have one question that interests them greatly about vampires so I will ask it. Do you sparkle?
Vampire (smiles, showing his vampire teeth) Do you want me to?
Interviewer: (Not sure he does, stays silent)
Vampire: (finally speaks) You are keeping me awake you know. I usually sleep during the day.
Interviewer: (stays silent, not knowing what to ask next)
Vampire: (not liking the silent approach, twists uncomfortably in seat) Okay. No, I don’t sparkle. No, I was not upset when I discovered finally that I was a vampire. In fact, I am the most ordinary vampire that you will ever meet. I do not cringe from the sunlight as it has little affect on me. I can sleep day or night, but prefer the day as I like to make love at night with my Lady.
Interviewer: (amazed at the outburst of vocalism remains quiet, hoping to hear more)
Vampire: I have saved many, almost died a few times and I have many adventures. And If you wish to read about them, or some of them, read my autobiography. It’s called The Vampire and the Lady. Now, if you have no more questions, I will leave.
Interviewer: (realizing that this interview was the worst ever attempted, watched as the vampire rose and disappeared in a puff of smoke) Wherever you are, thanks for the interview. I can’t say that it was great or that I enjoyed it, but it was different.
(Suddenly, a large bat winged into the room out of nowhere. It perched on top of the interviewer’s head and shit, letting the interviewer know in no uncertain terms that he had not enjoyed the interview either.)
Interviewer: (wiping his head with a tissue, picks up the mike and says, “I think I’m going to read The Vampire and the Lady now.”

Wednesday, 30 November 2016

THE WORLDS OF BOOKS





I had a dream one wintery night, when the howling winds and blowing snow pushed and prodded around my body. I had been forced to be amidst it to shovel my walkway in order not to get fined if someone slipped and fell on my part of the sidewalk. 
Slogging off the snow and wet clothing, I grimmest when I entered my bright kitchen. My eyes had grown so accustom to the dark, furious storm that pain now seared behind my eyeballs. Wearily, I climbed the stairs and dropped on my bed. Moments later, I found the energy to pull away the comforter and crawl between the  freezing sheets and lay there shivering and grieving over tomorrow's hell.
If I didn't manage to get through it, my boss would give me hell all right for he was one who didn't believe in obstacles, especially when they interfered with his workers. Amid the screams of high winds and the slosh of snow beating on my windows, I tried to sleep. But all I managed to do was dream chaotically between intervals of tossing, turning and slamming the pillows to find a more comfortable spot for my aching head. 
Somewhere in the night, my senses dulled and finally I slipped away to a peaceful unknown in the early sleeping hours of the morning. A place emerged where no snow, no sound, no boss could enter. I seemingly floated toward a bright, red door, and before I could reach to open it, the door slowly creaked and parted. Again, I floated into a room of half darkness lit only by candles whose flickers seemed to wink at me. I felt welcomed there and serenely peaceful. The walls were lined with books in an orderly library style, but the room was eerily empty. 
Then, out of the quiet came ...

I laughed until I cried, exhausted as if I'd spent an eternity talking...talking and listening to my friends responses. I awoke with a chuckle and felt a large smile on my face. The sun glared at me from an east window, and the crystal hanging there spewed forth a multi-coloured radiance over the ceiling and walls.
I suddenly felt sad to have left the book world, but I was no longer anxious about beginning my day. I'd learned something ... something I'd always known but never thought about. My world wasn't the only one. There were millions of worlds ... in books. And each book held many lives, many tragedies, and much happiness. A myriad of problems, conflicts and decisions and in the end a solution. Sometimes satisfactory, other times at loose ends. But an end none the less.

So, what do you think the writer discovered that changed things? What do you think came out of the quiet? I have my own ideas but it would be interesting to see different points of view on what made the change take place. Do you think that dreams can influence our daily life and change us?

Sunday, 22 May 2016

THE WORLD GOES ON

I haven't much to say, I've been away, too long. But here's a poem. 

The World Goes 

The world goes on
But I stand still
In day and night
And always will

As long as time passes
I'll wear my sunglasses
And fill each new day
With the bright sunny ways

But the world goes on
And I stand still
I carry the torch
I climb to the hill

I look down on life
And the world goes on
And the nights are cold
And I'm feeling old

But I stand still
I will never fulfill
My earthly dreams
If you know what I mean

The world goes on
And on and on 
Spinning, changing, adapting
But I stand still

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