Back in the womb…

How often do we as people truly look after ourselves and monitor the beat and rate of our heart? The most vital organ we have which keeps us alive how often do we know exactly what it is doing?

Last night I had a bath and I lay in the water with only my face showing and ears covered by water and I could hear my own heartbeat and its rhythm. It felt great and peaceful and it was almost like being in the womb. I was at peace and had no stress and felt good. It was a form of meditation. I could hear no sounds apart from water and faint muttered out distant soundwaves. All I could hear was the rhythm of my heart. It was beautiful.

But when I stopped I suddenly felt like I had re-entered a world of sin, suffering and suffocation where the search for peace and relaxtion like that is a constant desperate seeking. I suppose that must be what its like when you are born.

We live in the beautiful waters of the womb where we feel so safe. There are no real sound of the modern world and our most comforting sound is that of a gentle heartbeat. The comfort and relaxation and endless peace engulfs us.

We begin in the sacred beautiful womb. A world of peace, protection and paradise.

But when we are born we enter a world which is not so safe and the noises are endless stress whether we realize it or not and we are in a constant desperate need to find brief moments of peace which is hard for us all to find. The world is hectic and busy and we dont have the chance or time to re-connect with our own nature and our own bodies natural rhythm.

We must all make time to re-connect with our heart and energies and nature. We must re-connect with the pulse of our life which runs through our veins and make sure it is flowing free and beating well. How well do we truly know ourselves if we don’t engage and listen to ourselves? There is a deep ocean of knowledge within us. You would listen to your body if it was in pain so why do we not listen to our heart? We must know ourselves 100% and look after ourselves.

We was once in total peace and paradise and we will someday return to such a place but we must find that peace as and when we can.

How often in this manmade world do we truly have and know peace?

Peace is the nature of us, peace was within the womb, peace is in nature and humanity and listening and sounds and even the silence of nature. Here is peaceful energies which we desire.

Life is a journey from peace to peace…..

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If Girls Were Stars…

If girls were stars
then you would be the brightest, most beautiful in the night sky
Shining up way up high,
the only one visible to my eye

If girls were stars
Then I would gaze up all night,
basking in your beautiful light
the most wonderful beautiful sight
dreaming of you tonight

If girls were stars
then I would want to float into space
and give you a warm embrace
seeing nothing as beautiful as your face

If girls were stars
then you would shine upon me
lasting for eternity
and your beauty is all I can see

If girls were stars
Id travel to the other end of the universe,
just to be with you
These feelings for you are so diverse

Id travel through Space and time
no matter what distance
Just to make you mine

I would gaze at you all night
In all darkness my beautiful light,
oh my beautiful baby
I just want to be with you all night
and just like a star
I watch you from afar
Blessed with you in my life tonight

My Trip to Devon

I have just returned from Devon in south England. I never knew Devon was so beautiful and amazing.

Luckily for me this week just happened to be during a rare heatwave in the UK which reached 30 degrees and made the holiday more enjoyable. The seaside and beaches were just like being abroad. The beautiful blue Waters gently lapping against amazing beaches.

On my travels I visited Ilfracombe. Ilfracombe is a small town with an amazing Harbour, beautiful views and a great history. The edge of the pier is popular with kayakers and rowers and windsurfers just off the pier. The waters were calm and peaceful. The locals were happy and content with their home.

Upon the top of a Hill in Ilfracombe harbour is an old church dating back to 1300. It is an ancient house and a chapel with amazing sea views. It must of been a great isolated beauty spot in history to of once lived in.

Ilfracombe ia definately worth a visit if you ever travel to Devon. Here is a very English feeling and a deep beautiful surviving English culture. There is a beautiful fishing town and wonderful views to experience. The town centre is fantastic with beautiful coves and churches to view.

Out to sea overlooking the Coast is the statue of a pregnant woman raising a sword symbolising truth and justice in Britain. This has to be one of the nicest places I have ever been a recommend it to anyone to visit.

The winding roads of the coast presnt you with much of Englands green and pleasant lands and the mix of nature and history. Castles and monuments scattered around beautifully and flying the union Jack.

Woolacombe also has plenty of beautiful views and amazing Sandy beaches. Woolacombe sands beach is the most famous popular beach in Devon for its vastness. Here are beautiful coastal roads overlooking the vast blue sea.

This is a picture below of a coast road on the way down the hill towards Woolacombe sands. The view was breath taking and just as beautiful as anywhere else in the world.

I love being by the sea, the waves lapping against the shore is like an echo of time and has done the same for eternity. Holidays are amazing times and a reminder that life is for memories.

This is a picture of a rock pool close to the sea in Croyde Bay. The water is beautiful and completely clear and warm. There are many rock pools when the tide is out scattered on the beaches of Croyde Bay. The rock pools in some places are warm as there is no fresh water so the water is great to paddle or sit in. The rock pool in this picture reached just below knee level.

I love sunset over the coast. It is a beautiful mix of colours and it is calm and peaceful. There isn’t alot on the horizon to hide the sinking sun as he makes himself scarce for the moon to shine. The red skies flickered across the coastal sky wonderfully.

Above is a picture of what looks like the sun in a sunset but it is infact the moon. Sadly it didn’t turn out as well on my phones camera and look amazing as the scene was in person. The moon danced in the red skies of sunset.

Within the westcountry of England is so much amazing wonder and culture to witness. Beautiful houses on clifftops overlooking the vast beautiful seas which surround England.

How I shall miss the beautiful blue waters as I return to my reality and real life. How the calmness filled me and relaxed me at the seaside. How I shall miss the wonderful Westcountry and its echantment.

If you are heading south to Devon there is a great farm shop services on the M5. It is built into a Hill and has nice places to sit outside. On a day of blue skies and warmth everything is wonderful and everywhere is great to be at. Places are enjoyable and the people we meet are much happier.

This is a picture of the nice view round the back of the farm shop with a nice waterfall.

Overall my holiday was a success and Devon is a beautiful place in England that I recommend to anyone to visit. This lovely are of Britain shows a true reflection of England both past and present and is an English paradise.

Sadly holidays come to an end but the places and people remain in the memories of others forever. Moments and holidays last a lifetime and may we all enjoy them.

My rating: 4/5

True kindess of humanity

When your life is going through turmoil, only the kindness of others can see you through,

Kindness and love and generosity for others is what makes humanity brilliant and what makes people care for other people. There is no better feeling than when someone expresses a kind gesture or kindness towards you. Kindness spreads like wildfire.

life is always beautiful, It is only your perception of life which sees it differently but life will always still be beautiful regardless

when you wander through hard times and what seems like eternal darkness, always remember that the light shall come, darkness shall not stay forever because we believe in the light, and it shall shine upon us

The possibilities are endless when the mind is endless, all that you wish to achieve you actually can, allow your mind to wander free, dont suppress the mind, allow the mind to grow and change and adapt and not become dormant, keep the mind fresh

Your mind is like water, if you stay still the Waters become stagnant, so keep flowing and moving through water, dont let the Waters of your future be ripples and turbulence, instead let the future waters be calm, because you can never see through rippled water,

just as you look after your body you must also protect your spirit. Only in the most difficult times shall we discover the true strength of heart and spirit

The best kind of belief is the belief in each other, and kindness in other people and of teamwork within each other. Imagine what mankind could achieve with our intelligent brains and minds if we all just worked together

Mankind shall see beauty everywhere when we are filled with inner peace. To have inner peace we must be content with who we truly are, we must never compare ourselves to others but compare ourselves to who we know we can be,

True destiny only exists within yourself, you are the masters of your own fate and destiny. You have within your hands the power to shape a future

I know from kindness and love, and I know from hatred and its toxicity to the soul and the surrounding environment that love shall win through all, life without love and kindness is no life at all

The best way to bring through peace is to bring through peace within our children

We all must light the flame of humanity and keep it burning within us all, spread the joys of kindness – because true kindness – and humanity shall never die

The dream world

Our dreams are strange unusual events which take place as we sleep. They are fascinating and unusual of unsual events and goings on. What do our dreams mean?

I find when I remember a dream I wonder what it was for and why did it happen? Why did I dream that? Do dreams have any meanings to my awake life?

The dream world is often a much safer world than reality. Within my dreams the monsters are not as scary as the monsters of reality. Dreams are worlds where we are safe. They are a window to a beautiful crazy existance and goings on but how many of us dont remember our dreams?

I have attempted to keep a dream log but sometimes as I awake the dream fades and I forget details.

Are there different types of dreams? Do we enter sub concious levels and delve deep into alternative outcomes?

Sometimes in my dreams I am talking to people often a good friend as if it is them but the appearance is of someone else. There are people in my dreams I have never ever met before so who are these people? Has my brain recorded all the faces I have seen on the street and replayed them through a dream?

Dreams are fascinating and so hard to figure out. Last night I was with a friend and we was really high up on a diving board. When I jumped I went very very close to the edge of the pool and just missed the side. I have never been in this swimming pool before. Why did this scene happen?

Alot of people dream about what has happened within the day. Often with a twist involved and something unusual has happened added by the dream. Perhaps our dreams can teach us plenty about situations and people.

I was once told in school we dream in black and white and dreams are in silence but this has never happened to me. I remember the colours and the sounds. I remember thinking then and now – which idiot thought of this and how did he discover this crazy theory which to me is not true…maybe this is just his dreams?

Some people face a strange dream issue – re-occuring dreams. Where they have the same dream over and over for nights on end. Why does this happen? Some dreams are friendly enough but can torture your mind if you remember them.

Some dreams are so real, so vivid they are just like real life. They feel like you are awake. Once I dreamt of a big spider in my bed and I ran and moved from it. But it came after me and I was punching it non stop. Then it dissapeared. Everything stayed the same, the darkness, the room and me… But the spider was gone and I was awake. It was as if I was dreaming with my eyes partially open. Can we dream with our eyes open at times and mix dreams and reality?

I remember once in the middle of the night I heard a noise. I peeped out of my bedroom door and seen my brother walking through the darkness. His face was in a trance and he was wrapped in his bed covers. He walked past me down the hall and down the stairs in some sleep walking state. I peeped down watching him walk slow like a zombie. Luckily my mum heard him as well and stopped him and woke him up and took him back to bed. But I often wonder up to this very day… Where was he going?

Dreams are magnificent and deep and out of our control. They teach us plenty and give us ideas and inspiration for life. But nightmares are different again…

Nightmares create the most craziest scenarios and send us through them of scary places, events and people which can have us terrified and talking, moving and sweating in our sleep in fright. Scary events taking place which are fascinating creations of our mind. Why does our mind do this? Why does it play on our fears and securities? I have had many frightening dreams. Some can give us fears and phobias and some nightmares can be on our mind for days to come re-living the event.

So the dream world is mysterious and deep and unknown. It is an unknown unexplored world with no answers as to why these things happen. Perhaps we will never truly know the answers but perhaps a little mystery in life is a good thing. The dream world and sleep world is a fascinating breath taking world at times from reality and enters a world where our imagination is king. So I hope tonight your dreams are fascinating and fun and I hope you dont have nightmares….

These stairs to Bed

The house I live in now I moved into in 2013 but it was built in the 1950s. Before I lived here it had been a family home. Where people had spent their times and childhoods had been played here and people had grown up here as the ticks of time passed by. Love and marriages had been here and peoples memories and sentiments.

But as I never knew them and didn’t live there with them I sometimes stop and think as time passes by and my own memories are forged as to who once lived here? How many people had taken these stairs to bed just like I am, How many memories had been made in these rooms, how many children had grown up safe and warm in these rooms? The very rooms I occupy are the same rooms people occupied before me. This was their life.

In the lounge how many Christmas presents and excitement of Christmas mornings had there been over the years? How many faces had lit up? What was their Christmas night like? Was there many happy times in these rooms? Was the kitchen once a place of nice smells of cooking?

Moving into a new home sometimes there is still things from the previous occupiers such as carpets or white goods. Kitchen cupboards etc and this was part of their life. Some day all the things I leave behind shall be witnessed and left for someone else. Will they ever wonder who I am or who I was?

People grow up and move on and so does life. But the house remains here as it was to start with. The same four walls are still here and the echoes of time still are here.

The house was sold as the woman who owned it had gone into a home and is by now sadly probably passed away. Her children had grown up here and moved away and sold the house. Their time here had come to an end. Their era was over and a new era began. But do we ever consider what has happened in them rooms we now spend our lives?

Perhaps one day someone else will be taking these very stairs to bed just like I do and the people before me. Will they ever know of the people and the memories and the life’s which unfolded in these four walls?

We shall remember

On the 11th hour on the 11th day of the 11th month – We shall remember. We shall remember the heroes of world war one. Men who gave their lives so we could live ours.

We shall remember them and their sacrifice. We shall honour them and live free because of them.

Lets all wear them poppies with pride in honour of our beautiful ancestors who gave it all for our today. They gave the greatest of all sacrifices for us to be free.

I applaud all them brave men who charged the battlefields knowing death stared them in the face. They are true heroes. They charged through muck and bullets seeing friends and comrades fall. They charged seeing bodies everywhere and knowing they might never see home and loved ones again while fighting in a war that was not of their own.

They gave their lives for people and freedom. They risked everything and was mighty brave. I applaud them heroes. I applaud the war dead. I am proud of them and forever grateful for the sacrifice them brave men made for us. They are forever heroes. If I could shake the hand of each of them I would.

Where would we be without them? They did it for us to be free and live free without fear. They stormed the battlefields to protect their way of life and for the loved ones at home. These poor brave boys and men would of been sat in the trenches wishing they were at home safe but instead covered in mud. But they fought on for the world to live free. They never gave up. They are heroes and nothing less.

The conditions in the trenches must of been horrendous and the worse imaginable. I cannot imagine ever being in this position living so inhumanely. Life on Earth was Hell on Earth.

No wonder so many developed trench foot no wonder so many developed disease and famine. The terror which awaited these soldiers if they popped to look over the top was horror of being shot at. The terrors of being made to go over the top is even worse on a generals whistle right into the flow of enemy bullets. Nothing of any of the war was kind or humane. It was all simple evil.

I cannot even begin to imagine ever being in their situation. It is an unbearable thought and I hope this never happens again. The horrors and the heroes of this war and of this battle should forever be told. It should forever be a reminder of the worse and best of humanity in one place at the same time. It should be a reminder that it can never happen again.

Bombs fell and deadly gas forms thrown and bullets flying through the air but still they never gave up and never lost heart. If there was ever a place which reflected hell surely it was the battlefields of World war one. Death everywhere and blood flowing like rivers. How these men kept going is beyond me.

Over one million horses went to fight the great war and only 62,000 returned. The horses of the great war are also heroes. They fought and struggled and pulled many heavy artillery. They were also victims of the hell war. The film war horse portays this based on the true story of the Horse Warrior. A real hero of the war.

So I honour the heroes of the great war who gave their today, for our tomorrow. Who risked everything for our free world. To live how we do today. To smile and be safe and to know no true suffering. Without their fight our world would be less. Our hearts would be torn and our eyes exposed to terrors unknown to us.

Onwards they fought on, forwards they ran on, through the hell on Earth warzone of the the fields such as the Somme, the true heroes of world war one. In a world where friends die around you and you kill twice as many. In a world where bodies lay around you so common and body parts everywhere. What has mankind done? What was mankind thinking? How can the world of been so cruel to so many?

I applaud them true heroes. We shall remember them, we shall pray for them and love them all for what they did. Wear your poppy proudly and respectfully.

The widespread beauty of a poppy so red, to remember heroes and the war dead, for our freedom they gave it all, for our lives they gave up theirs instead

We shall fall silent on the hour for rememberance and gratefulness and pride and respect. Never will the sacrifice of so many be forgotten. Thank you so much heroes. We shall remember them all.

Lest we forget….