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Meditations

by on Aug.16, 2010, under Meditations, Spirituality

 A few of my favourite guided meditations…

  
 
 

 Golden Light Healing Meditation

This is a healing meditation exercise which I was taught a few years ago by one of my Healing Teachers, Albert.
You don’t need to be ‘ill’ to try this – it is amazingly refreshing and uplifting.
I hope you’ll give it a try!
 

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Sit or lie down comfortably.

Ask, either out loud, or from within, for protection from all negative energies.

Allow your breathing to settle into an easy rhythmic flow.

Imagine/visualise your whole body is filled with dark, grey, cloudy water. This water represents all your problems, stresses, worries, health concerns, pain etc.

Now imagine/visualise a beautiful golden energy, a light source sent from the angels through the universe. This light and energy surrounds you, so that you are cloaked and comforted by its presence.

You begin to absorb this energy, through the top of your head, allowing it to flow through your whole being.

Feel the energy flowing through you, from top to toe. Be aware as it trickles through to your shoulders down to your fingertips… down your spine, through each part of your body and into your legs and feet.

As the golden light enters through the top of your head, the dark liquid holding all your pain, worries and fears is forced out through your feet and the light and energy begin to force out the negativity from within you.

Feel this happening. Visualise/imagine the goodness pouring into you, and the badness draining away. Sense the powerful healing energies filling your entire being with this amazing golden glow.

Allow this process to continue, taking whatever time you need, until every drop has been replaced with the angelic energy.

Every single drop of negativity has now been flushed through you and away from you, and has been replaced with this wonderful golden glow.

Mentally seal in this energy, both at your head, and your feet, allowing for it to ‘breathe’ but not to spill out.

Now you are transformed. You glow from within with beautiful healing, peaceful, loving energy.

You have accepted the gifts of love, healing, peace and tranquillity.

Give thanks for these wonderful gifts.

You are receiving Healing

You are Beautiful

You are Loved

You are Calm

You Are

You

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Balloony Art

by on Aug.14, 2010, under Art, Balloony Art

One of my hobbies (used to be my job) is twisting balloons into weird and wonderful creations.  I used to have an application on Facebook called ‘Balloony Gifts’ where I twisted balloons and then photographed them, sometimes fitting them into pictures or just making pictures of them by themselves. Facebook no longer hosts those kinds of apps, so sadly, all the hard work that we developers put into them was wiped out when the format changed.

I thought it would be fun to put some of them here, rather than just consign them to the archives.  Hope you enjoy them 🙂 xx

Walkies!

Anyone for Breakfast?

 

Is it a myth, or does the latex fish really exist?

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Enigma

by on Aug.09, 2010, under General, Poetry

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here is a portal sent through time
From the future or our past?
Time is a loop,
An eternal ring,
Never ending –
Yet cannot last.

From somewhere beyond,
We may know someday,
Or conversely, never see.
Our limited brain comprehends
Not yet,
What our past
And our future
Have been.

The stones hold the secret
To immortal life,
We have only to find the key.
One day we found the answer
To the puzzle that’s yet to be.

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Re-Birth?

by on Aug.09, 2010, under General, Poetry

The warmth and comfort of my small world
Seem far and distanced and out of reach
My complacent mind was shaken awake
As that narrow tunnel I began to breach.

As colours swirled and sounds merged in,
I heard the ‘midwives’ voices say
Now here’s the head, we’re almost there,
One final push – she’s on her way.

The thunder of storms turned to gentle waves
That lapped upon a heavenly beach
My emergence into this new world
Made all I knew feel out of reach.

The light was blinding to my sightless eyes
Luminosity came from deep within.
My death-mother waited with arms outstretched
To welcome me as the world did spin.

As wisdom and knowledge filled my mind
I realised this was no strange dream.
The tunnel of death, as the tunnel of life,
Brings new beginnings as the new-born screams.

Goodbye my friends on the other side.
I remember, but thoughts are fading fast.
We travel all-knowing through birth and death.
An eternal cycle – our destiny’s cast.

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This is what I imagine happens when we die – we go back to where we came from. Everything goes in a circle, so why should we be any different?
When a baby is being born, we can imagine it as seeing light at the end of a tunnel, as it travels down the birth canal.
People who have had near death experiences often say they have seen a tunnel with a bright light at the end of it.
It makes sense to me that both processes are similar!
Written June 26th, 2005

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Changes

by on Aug.09, 2010, under General, Poetry

I came here from Salford
Where the only thing ‘soft’ is the water.
(Oh how I miss that sweet water)

The Salford I knew and loved
Was fast disappearing
Under masses of ugly concrete facades,
And incomers –
The druggies, ex-cons,
And the mothers who couldn’t care less
About anything else
But where the next fag, and can of beer
Was coming from.
All their kids dressed in the finest of
Designer label gear,
All purchased of course from
The ‘Back of the Lorry’ store.

Law abiding citizens were now outnumbered,
And the immaculate but poor houses
With their proudly kept gardens,
And ‘white-stoned’ door-steps
Were quickly being replaced with sad, neglected windows
Framed with nicotine stained curtains,
And paint-flaked doors,
Their gardens awash with modern art forms
Of twisted scrap metal and black bin-bags.

They can’t blame poverty.
Oh no…
We knew poverty, all of us, together.
The only time children had new clothes
Was ‘Whit Week’,
When all the neighbours expected a visit
From the local kids in their new finery,
And they would tip them a penny or two
For the pleasure it gave them.
Every neighbour was an ‘Aunty’ or ‘Uncle’,
There was respect, and caring, and love.

How quickly things change..
How I achingly feel the nostalgia.
Talking of the good old days
Like my Gran used to do.
We would smile, and raise our eyes to the ceiling
But loved every moment of her reminiscences.
‘Tell us about the old days Gran’
And we’d gather round to listen.

Now I am Gran!
Now I reminisce and mourn old times,
And fear for my future generations.
We moved to a new place,
To the seaside,
To give everyone a better life,
But we find no greener grass here,
Only the same old pastures.
A few years behind, but quickly matching pace
With the sad renaissance of Salford.

And how I miss that sweet water!

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Whispers

by on Aug.09, 2010, under Children's, Poetry

Hush… Sshhh!
They’re here.
Don’t breath,
Don’t even move.

Watch, there!
As they flutter
With the breeze,
Into the room.

Be still, wait!
You’ll see
Their small
Transparent forms.

Amazed, you’ll see
Such beauty
As the room
Transforms.

Quiet now,
As they hover,
Savouring
The flowers.

Listen,
As they chant,
Using
Their powers.

Ahh they’re gone!
They left,
As swiftly
As they came.

Quick now!
Hide!
For we
Must do the same.

They mustn’t
Ever know
We found
Their place,

For in their eyes,
We may, somehow,  
Have brought
Disgrace.

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Daisy

by on Aug.09, 2010, under General, Poetry

As the sun peeps through the heavens,
We unfold our petals bright,
Stretching in the early morning,
Reaching out to taste the light.

Dewdrops rest on tiny petals,
Heaven sent, our thirst to slake.
Purest water, welcome sunshine,
Nourished now, we’re wide-awake!

Trembling in the breeze, you’ll see us
As we smile to cheer your day,
Nestled in amidst the grass,
Perfectly formed in every way.

Then as the sun begins to fade,
And moon and stars light up the sky,
We fold our petals tightly round,
To bid another day goodbye.

All through the moonlit nights we sleep,
Tight curled and folded ‘til the morn.
Waiting for the suns first kiss,
To start another day, reborn!

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Pluto and the Imp

by on Aug.09, 2010, under General, Poetry

A tale was told in recent times
Of Fen, an Imp of goodly ways.
Strange music he began to hear,
One misty evening through the haze.

Fear flowed with the haunting strains,
His noisy heart thrummed as he ran –
Not loud enough to overcome
The calling tune of Connorbahn.

Instinctively he knew his fate,
And yet he fought against all odds.
His very soul defied the grasp
Of the mighty faerie God of Gods.

He clenched his fists into his ears
As, gasping, he fled through the night.
The moon smiled on, oblivious
To the wretched creatures’ dreadful plight.

Breathing musty odours in –
Chest heaving, he began to tire.
The music now crescendoing,
His body held the heat of fire.

Torn and bloodied from the chase,
And weakened now beyond all aid,
Tormented, he fell to his knees,
Trembling as death’s music played.

The end came swiftly, without pain,
His tiny form now lay unfurled.
An empty shell, a soul reclaimed,
By Pluto, Lord of the Underworld!

* Connorbahn is music heard in the world of Faerie as death approaches.

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EXIT

by on Aug.09, 2010, under General, Poetry

So, where to now?
For the final time, our tempers
Turned around to take a bite.
Senseless accusations leaped
From me to you, and back again,
Generating so much pain,
Another row!
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What have we done?
For here I stand without a life.
Mocked by this tired reflection
In the exit door.
Through trembling lips
The question hangs, then slips –
Who won?
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This time we lost it all!
There’s now no turning back
To eat my words, make you eat yours.
I stand alone
Steeped in this unearthly chill,
The sirens’ echoes fill
This empty hall.
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Which kind of death is worse?
Whose staring eyes conceal more pain?
Those seeing from the outside in, or inside out?
It’s time to leave,
Taken now from where we are.
One travelling in a prison car,
The other in a hearse.

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Requiem

by on Aug.09, 2010, under General, Poetry

Languid intoxication blurs my senses,
Liquefying the memory
Of the lies dripping
So easily from your lips.
Trying vainly to erase
The acidic bitterness
Drenching my soul,
Dousing the elegiac emotions
Inanely lingering.

Yes, your translucent demeanour flourished
Around my delicate psyche.
Those sordid acts of betrayal
Withering my soul
Still more
With each subtle blow.
Ahhh, I sip this blood red wine
In remembrance of you,
As I lay a rose
Upon your grave
And I dance…

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