The Birth of a Song

Your Spotlight

There are many being weighed down with seemingly unsurmountable burdens. To them we say lift up your eyes  beyond the everyday and see that there is a light shining upon you as a spotlight on the performer.

Bathe in its light with your head held high and ask that the way forward be made clear. For every problem there is a solution and often an unexpected one. Look forward, learn from the past but don’t dwell in it.

Happiness can be found in the smallest things, not always the biggest. 

Flowers in Bloom

 A flower in full bloom

Can lighten the heart

Dispel miasma and gloom

Sprinkle laughter, joy and delight

A memory recall with perfume.

A magic surprise from the soil

Lovingly crafted for all.

Cassandra speaks of Love and Peace

I am one of the Ancient Ones. You can call me Cassandra although I no longer need to use a name. I am all energy and thought. I am connected to you as you draw and know that you earnestly request knowledge and guidance.

I could show myself in many forms but I have chosen a female form as I wish to radiate a gentle energy.

There is much confusion on the planet with forces pushing this way and that and coming up against each other; each wishing for the other to give way. Each of these forces is convinced theirs is the right and only way but the only way is to live a life based on Love. Love in the truest sense of the word and which must transcend all else. If all human actions were held up to the light of Love there could not be major conflicts. All could be resolved in a peaceful and cooperative way.

Peace and Love breed more peace and love which is why it is important to shine your light brightly and lead the way.

A Life’s Story

Everyone has a life story

But it cannot all be shared.

Some parts are just too raw

Even to be visited in secret.

Layer upon layer of camouflage

Ensures a safety blanket

To protect a fragile psyche.

Are we who we think we are

Or are we self deceiving.

If all the truth were laid bare

Plain to see, exposed to glare

Would there be worm holes-

Maggots even living there.

A life collects many colours

On its way to maturity.

There’s blue and green and red

And orange, black and white,

Many shades stretching in between.

Let those who dare in truth declare

Here is my life to date,

All there.

The Spark of an Idea

The Spark of an Idea

From the spark of an idea can come great creations. If the idea is nourished and not allowed to escape into nothingness it will expand, gathering more light and intensity. By having no limitations works of genius can evolve. Be they in a branch of the arts, sciences or any other area of human endeavour, the world will have taken another small step along its path of discovery. Be aware of the smallest flicker of a creative idea, grab it and nurture it for you may be surprised at its destiny.

Choosing Your Direction

Following your chosen pathway connects you with the inner core of your being. Once centred all manner of possibilities will open up for you. There are delights in all directions providing learning opportunities for personal growth.

Choose the direction you are drawn to and follow it until you feel ready for new challenges. Before each change refer back to your inner centre to keep yourself balanced and in line with your soul’s needs.

Spiritual growth and learning are open ended. The building blocks of knowledge pile on top of each other forming a strong tower reaching ever higher, glued together by faith and love. Your personal journey is unique.

The High Mountains

Far from man's incredulous gaze, the mountain peaks are ablaze. The sun's rays spray them with sparkling diamonds, rubies, sapphires and emeralds conjured up by the shifting shades of light striking their many and varied facets. Rocky outcrops appear like necklets around their snowy, craggy, necks.

Once from deep in the earth these giants were thrown to take uneven bites at the sky. Cold, thin air, pure as a choirboy's voice is rent with screaming winds, ear splitting silence and sudden, roaring avalanches.

Eagles do not fly this high, leaving the spirits alone to curl and weave themselves into a tangible presence.

 

Red Flowers

Tall flowers

Friends

Friends are like flowers

They shine in our lives for a time

And bring joy and happiness

When we need them most.

It is part of their nature that

They have to withdraw

When their time with us is done

Leaving but a beautiful memory.

The flower returns to the bulb

From whence it came and

Waits to be reborn and shine

No less brightly than before.

Adieu good friend

We know that you are near

And can see and hear

Those you left behind

To finish their life’s journey.

We can only lift the veil

A little and glimpse what is

Beyond – but you have reached

Your Paradise.

Meditation is a tool

To open up the soul

To new experiences from

The higher realms

Where dwells that part

Of you forever spirit.

Meditation opens up the door

And allows you to explore

What lies beyond the everyday

Work image of yourself.

It beckons to a place where

All is love, and light and truth.

Meditation is like a medicine

Seeking out the areas

In need of healing rays.

Give yourself over to the

Peace and understanding

Which will surely come to you.

Meditation takes you to that place

Within that is wholly yours.

A space in which to 'be',

Just 'be' without the need

To hide from who you really are.

Meditate, contemplate, in quiet

Certainty that this is your reality.

The Heart

When the heart is allowed to blossom and break free from its constraints, then can it truly love all God’s creation. This should be the ultimate aim of mankind and its biggest prize.

A Place of Peace

Come in to this place of peace

Where no one else can follow.

Take time to let your thoughts wallow

Until all busyness shall cease.

In that deep but waking sleep

Your body finds its strength renewed

And worries, from this place reviewed,

Are just a self-made heap.

Relax and let yourself enjoy the silence.

Come here whenever you are stressed

And let your mind be freed

To cleanse itself in this experience.

A Dream at Sunrise

I had a dream at sunrise

That all things are possible.

Choose a strand – a new beginning,

Follow its flow, and then begin another.

Excitement and wonder await

The adventurous traveller.

Let no obstacles bar the way

Fly to the stars, reach out to them,

And return to earth enriched.

Leaves and Flowers

Flowers

Flowers are nature’s smile.

They are there for your enjoyment. For the
enrichment of the soul.

To become lost for a while in their beauty is like a renewal.

When their simple needs are met they give so much in return.

Flowers do not make judgements as to who can enjoy them; they will be there for the rich and the poor, the timid and the brave, the found and the lost. Their benefits are there for all.

When they have given everything they have, they are happy to fade away and rest until called upon again when a new season comes around.

Meditate upon a flower, it can teach many lessons to those open to receive.

Healthy Living Festival Lower Hutt 13/14th March 2010

I will have a stand at the Healthy Living Festival in the Horticultural Hall, Lower Hutt. I will be offering Doodle Analysis and Head and Shoulder Massage as I have done for the past few years.

This was a successful weekend and it was interesting to meet the other stall holders and talk to many different people.

A Place of Peace

Differences

Differences

My thoughts are not the same as
Your thoughts! How can they be
When I am me and you are you.
Our lives for a time run parallel
But your ways will not be mine.
For sure our minds will touch at times
And even meld together
But my thoughts are not the same as yours –
How can they be for I am me and you are you.

Although we travel side by side
I do not see what you see – how can I
When I am me and you are you.
The things of great import to me
May not rate a glance from you,
Your view will be coloured
By your life, not mine.
How can I see what you see
When I am me and you are you.

I do not hear what you hear –how can I!
My ears are tuned to a different song.
They hear the sounds of my life’s journey,
Your ears are tuned to yours.
Sometimes we clash in discord
One note is high, another low.
Oft we echo one another but too late.
I do not hear what you hear
How can I, for I am me and you are you.

I do not always want the same as you.
How can I, for I am me and you are you.
We often reach a compromise –
Not quite me and not quite you.
That is how we rub along for we know
With any other it would be the same.
The differences are just meant to be.
I do not always want the same as you –
How can I, for I am me and you are you.

A Slice of Paradise

Silence – so intense its deafening
Liquid greens so varied and vivid
They are awe inspiring
Riverbank trees so graceful they could dance
The whole, unreal, a painting come to life.
I feel an intruder on this scene.
It was here before me
It will be here when I am gone.
I am privileged to be in this place
Surely a slice of paradise revealed.