The Oxygen levels…

When the oxygen levels are higher people are happier – and when the trees come down and down without going up and up the oxygen levels diminish and people become less happy as seen in the world today.

The more we bring down the trees through ignorance and lack of wisdom and education the more we will struggle in life through less oxygen.

Our bodies within shall struggle and cause us anxiousness and panic and stress as we struggle to take in more oxygen due to less trees.

The more the trees come down the more hatred and negativity is covering the world.

The anger and turbulence within us shall rise through the less oxygen we possess. The more oxygen we get the happier and more relaxed we become.

Nature gave us oxygen in abundance but as we remove that gift rapidly that the trees give us the more we will start to notice the damage done to the world and to our species and by the time we realize it then it will be too late.

What happens when the mass majority of this population which is over populated are breathing carbon dioxide yet we have little trees to convert the mass amount of carbon dioxide into oxygen and therefore there will be an inbalance of carbon dioxide and oxygen and we will poison and suffocate ourselves to death simply from breathing…

It is true that everyone feels happier in nature amongst the trees and more relaxed. The energies and oxygen levels are vast and grand and do us the world of good.

Amongst the trees is a great and peaceful place where we feel a spiritual calm and most people can relate to that. Oxygen levels within the woods and the forests is great for us to relax.

People should have plants in the home and expose themselves to more oxygen. This will make us feel happier without us even noticing.

We must embrace and breath in the tree of life. We must dine on oxygen and like the natural landscape.

Everything we need is found within nature. People must go there often. The world needs more trees and oxygen and the peace it provides.

Where there are less trees there is more trouble. In cities for example there is often chaos more than within the countryside.

People will say I am crazy and that I am wrong but the most basic thing we need and cannot live without for more than a few minutes is oxygen.

We can go without food and drink and even sun for days but oxygen we have to have. So why does mankind destroy that which provides it?

For future generations to have a nice life and world – we need the trees…more than anything else….

Telling lies….

How many people in life tell lies and lie to people and fail to ever open themselves to the truth?

Telling lies leads us astray. They give us a false existance and a false reality.

People lie to protect themselves and to make themselves look and feel better in the eyes of others. But that is a false deceptive image we portray to others and not who we really are. Therefore them friendships and romances are not real.

True in love people must always be otherwise that love is false and not real.

When people tell a lie, the lie grows and grows and the hole we dig for ourselves grows bigger. People lose face and lie more and more. We fail to reverse the lies.

Once we have told the lie – the ink is set and it is wrote in stone.

Lying is a curse upon our lips and heart.

Lying is like an addiction. We can create our own persona and our own world and be better than we truly are. It makes us feel happier and that rush is addictive.

Lies are the darkness whereas the truth is the light. The truth is much more beautiful.

Lies are like a charismatic pimp. Lies sell us down the river. Lies sell us off for cheap and take away our genuine soul.

Lies enslave people and distort peoples reality. Lies lead people to not know who they truly are.

If all people know if lies….do they know anything at all?

Why do people find the truth so hard to speak? The truth to many people is frightening. The truth comes across as outspoken.

But the cold hard blunt truth is much better than an ongoing lie.

The truth is liberation of mind and soul and purity to your world. The truth sets us free.

May we all exercise someday the spirit of honesty…

Just before dawn….

My favourite time of the day is the night sky just before the dawn before the sun begins to rise, there is planets and stars flickering in the skies before my very own eyes.

Its my favourite time of the day, enjoying the beauty from afar of the beautiful morning star.

Here before the dawn is where I enjoy the peace of the world, where angels dance, and there is a beautiful twilight romance

It is beautiful, peaceful and tranquil and paradise from the skies. I bask in such peace and wonder when the world has not yet woken, people have not yet opened up their eyes.

Silence and peace and beauty of nature are here for all to see, here is a glorious time to be awake, beauty of the day before dawn will always be the favourite time of the day to me.

This is a time most people of this world miss. I find this time spiritual and enchanting and peaceful.
It is a beautiful time just before dawn, where peace reigns before a new day is born.

The early morning starlight sky before the sunrise, is the most beautiful part of the day in my eyes.

I look up at the starlight sky of the morning is what I will miss of this world one day.
When I am gone from this beautiful world and can no longer stay. But I shall cross the night skies of the heavens above and flicker away

There are many paradises to be seen within this world and may most people awake to see this beautiful sight, when the morning is here but it is still the night, when the moon hangs in the early morning, giving the last of its beautiful moonlight.

It is the most beautiful in the early morning Autumn sky, when it is my favourite time of the year, enjoying the moon and the stars way up high, enjoying the morning star lighting up my eye

The beautiful part of the day just before dawn, the beauty and peace of the world before a new day is born….

Moments from Death

Last night as I drove through the darkness through a town, a girl ran across the road in my path in front of my car. I slammed the brakes on as she was literally just in front of me on the road and I swerved as my headlights lit her up and I luckily just missed her. It was one of the most scariest experiences of my life.

She was about four and she looked startled as she seen my car coming towards her. Had I been going a little faster or not paying full attention I would of hit her and she definately would of been dead. Little does she know how closely she just diced with death.

Luckily she went home safe and slept in her bed safely and excited for Christmas which was 2 days to go at the time which is all that matters to children this time of year.

I seen her mother frozen still in horror along side my car as she watched the terrifying scene unfold. I cannot imagine what went through her mind and she had no control of the situation. Luckily I managed to prevent disaster and swerved away just in time.

Had it been another driver going faster or had I been a few seconds ahead then she definately one way or another would not of been home for Christmas.

In an alternative outcome it could of destroyed Christmas time for many different people. Luckily no one was hurt.

I shall never forget that scary moment and how easily lives can be taken in the blink of an eye. One poor judgement and one poor childish moment thats all it takes.

The lesson is that life is precious and hangs by a thread.

The child and mother can go on together now and enjoy the rest of their lives but the I will always remember how close that child was to death….may she live a long and beautiful life….

A Winters Delight

Oh how beautiful is the winter where everything is ice, Where everything is cold, Where everything is harsh but nice, Within the world of a beautiful winters paradise

And the cold do I embrace,The winter weather surrounding me, As the cold is upon my face

Oh the winters delight, the romance of the long winters night

A time of scarfs, gloves and a hat, where the most welcome sight often is getting in from out of the cold, often the front door mat, we are home amongst the warmth of family where our heart is at,

Snow hangs upon the trees, children play out in the cold, smoke pours from many chimneys, people out walking in the winter breeze

Oh in magic do I believe, As upon this day I am transported back, To a time of childhood upon Christmas eve

We have all hoped to see Santa cross the sky, an experienced the excitment through a childs eye

The beauty of a shared dream by us all, a hope and a faith each year, the dreams of making a snowball and that upon winter the snow will fall

The beauty and harshness of a winter cold, stays with us forever, the romance of winter shall never grow old

Oh the beautiful short winter days and the long romantic nights, the warmth of firelight is one of lifes most beautiful delights

Oh the long winters night, the beauty of the cold is one of delight as we sit and rest by firelight…

A Hospital Ghost…

This is a story of a Nurse who witnessed a ghost in 1989 in a London hospital….

Margaret was on shift in the hospital when a young girl was rushed in to Intensive care because she had been involved in a terrible car accident. She was a young girl with pig tails aged about 10 years ago covered in blood and clutching a teddy bear.

The girl was in a terrible way and was in alot of pain. She cried and screamed. Margaret held the other hand that was free as they rushed her down the coridoor quick.

Her and Margaret exchanged eye contact and she whispered to Margaret.

“Save me, please help me” she said as loud as she could to Margaret.

“You will be fine I promise” Margaret said back softly.

They rushed her into intensive care.

Margaret stayed and held her hand as they worked hard to help the girl. She was in alot of pain.

“Please I want my mummy. Dont let me die. Please save me” said the girl crying looking at Margaret.

Margaret clutched her hand

“Be strong you will be fine. Your mummy will be here soon. I promise” she spoke comforting the little girl.

The girl looked at Margaret and then she went quiet and her eyes froze. Her heart monitor beeped as her heart had stopped.

They began trying to resusitate the girl and her hand became so still it simply slipped from Margarets hand.

“Please save her” said Margaret loud.

But she didnt recover and they eventually stopped.

“I am sorry Margaret – I am afraid she is dead. Time of death is 22.15” said the doctor. There was silence in the room as everyone felt sadness. A tear rolled down Margarets eye.

It was a year later, Margaret was working on the night shift and it was a quiet evening in the hospital. The nights was drawing in early and it was dark.

The night reached 10pm at night. The doctor asked Margaret to go and get some items from storage which was now set in a dark old part of the hospital no longer used and the lights was all off as no longer used in this section.

Margaret headed down the coridoor into the slightly lit ward of the hospital. It was just her, a darkly lit coridoor and the echo of her own footsteps.

Then she became aware of the sound of a child singing somewhere up front. Then on her pathway Margaret seen a young girl stood facing the wall with her back to her.

The girl was singing a nursery rhyme quietly.

Margaret approached. She was aware a family had been in the hospital visiting and assumed it was one of their children wandering about.

She approached the child who wore a dress and had pigtails.

Margaret stood about five feet away from the girl.

“Hello, are you ok? Are you lost?” Asked Margaret.

The child continued singing and then slowly began turning round.

She now faced Margaret singing.

Margaret froze in terror as she recognized the girl from the year before who had died in the crash.

Her face was all damaged and covered in scars.

Margaret froze in fright as the young girl continued singing her nursery rhyme.

She stared with a fixed stare at Margaret. She never blinked and her face was pale glowing white.

Margaret quickly turned and walked fast the way she came knowing the girl stared at her as she headed away.

There was something more terrifying about the girl than the girl had been when she was alive.

She stopped and looked back and the girl was floating towards her an couple of inches off the floor. She clung onto the teddy bear still.

The girl came closer and closer and the before Margarets eyes – vanished.

Margaret fled the area and returned into the populated area of the hospital.

She told her colleagues what she had seen.

Margaret was surprised to hear that a little girl with pigtails had been reported by patients late at night as she stood staring at them next to their beds…..

The leaves of Autumn…

Oh the beautiful Autumn, How I embrace your beginning, To your beauty and timing I welcome,

The magic in the air, As night begins to fall, And orange everywhere

And to you oh Autumn do I succumb
And the beautiful leaves – of Autumn

The romance of Autumn begins to grow
The air is nice and cold
And the fires of home begins to glow

My favourite time of year
Orange all around,
The coseyness grows everywhere
And the leaves upon on the ground

To Autumn do I succumb
Oh the magic of Autumn, you are simply awesome

How I love the beautiful leaves – of Autumn

Heroes shall live and die and fall like the leaves of Autumn

The beauty of ageing shown to us by nature through the colours of Autumn

Oh to Autumn do I succumb
To the beauty within – the leaves of Autumn

And soon into the Autumn dark nights do hearts go,

and on Autumn walks with the sounds of the crunchy leaves under our feets below,

and the beautiful world between the hot and the cold, Autumn is natures limbo

Within Autumn is a beautiful glance,
As the firelight within rooms begins to dance,

As we cosey up at home for warmth
And the darkness begins to advance,
As we are eclipsed by the autumns beautiful romance,

How I find you oh Autumn simply awesome

How I love the beauty – of the leaves of Autumn