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Saturday, 12 October 2013

Trauma - read the blog if you haven't yet please!

Trauma - read the blog if you haven't yet please!

TRAUMA

Sleeping in your bed

Sudden loud knock at the door

Fast police abuse.


Copyright V. Rose 10/2013


If you haven't read the whole blog yet - please do and pass on -
this is supposed to be America where people have rights - 

think again!

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Friday, 11 October 2013

Archimedes' Secret - BBC Documentary

Archimedes' Secret - BBC Documentary

Published on Jul 25, 2013
This is the story of a book that could have changed the history of the World. To the untrained eye, it is nothing more than a small and unassuming Byzantine prayer book, yet it sold at Christies for over $2m. For faintly visible beneath the prayers on its pages are other, unique, writings - words that have been lost for nearly two thousand years.

The text is the only record of work by one of the world's greatest minds - the ancient Greek, Archimedes - a mathematical genius centuries ahead of his time. Hidden for a millennium in a middle eastern library, it has been written over, broken up, painted on, cut up and re-glued. But in the nick of time scientists have saved the precious, fragile document, and for the first time it is revealing just how revolutionary Archimedes' ideas were. If it had been available to scholars during the Renaissance, we might have reached the Moon over a hundred years ago.

The trail begins in the tenth century, when a scribe made a unique copy of the most important mathematics that Archimedes ever developed. For 200 years the document survived, but the mathematics in it was so complex that no one paid it any attention. So when one day a monk was looking for some new parchment - an expensive commodity at the time - to write a new prayer book, the answer seemed obvious. He used the Archimedes manuscript. He washed the Greek text off the pages, cut them in half, rebound them, and turned the Archimedes manuscript into an everyday prayer book. As he piously wrote out his prayers, he had no idea of the genius he was obliterating.

Several hundred years later, the Renaissance was under way. Scientists were beginning to grapple with new concepts, working out how mathematics could be used to explain the World around them. Little did they know that many of the problems they were just encountering Archimedes had already solved more than a thousand years before. So, tragically, they had to do that research all over again, setting back the development of science and technology immeasurably.

Then in 1906, in Constantinople, the document mysteriously turned up in a monastic library. An opportunistic scholar called Johan Ludwig Heiberg identified the text as Archimedes' writings. Although the Greek text was very faint, Heiberg was able to decipher some of it. What he found astonished him, and made the front page of the New York Times. He revealed that Archimedes' manuscript contained something called 'The Method', which showed not only Archimedes' final proofs, but for the first time revealed the process of how he went about making his discoveries

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Thursday, 10 October 2013

Releasing The Noise

Releasing The Noise

It is easy to perceive or feel that life should be a different way. It is one facet of the grand paradox of Life. All is Well in this moment, yet all is changing in this moment. If all is well, why is there change? In these moments of paradox, you find new space. When there is no definitive answer or direction, there is the void of potential.

Here you release your definitions and you find your dispersed, subtle nature that has not one answer, but multiple perspectives of Truth. It is the way of Truth, it changes with you. Within paradox, your truth expands; first undefined, then refined, then released again for the next wave of expansion. This expansion is a result of you releasing your preconceived notions and definitions, opening your heart and mind and finding your new, expanded Self in the quiet moment of paradox. The noise is the internal and external chatter that tries to define or hold stagnant the inevitable expansion.

To release the noise, you find the Self within the collective symphony of Life. The two are not separate, and yet you are in a separate body having unique feelings, thoughts and experiences. You are the instrument of Life and you are capable of utilizing the power of your heart and mind to release that which disturbs your empowered quiet. There is no disturbance that is more powerful than you, even if it has domain for a moment.

You are capable of finding your path to empowerment, be it focus on the breath, a walk in nature or interaction with a loved one. There are innumerable ways to connect with the self, and even at times to disconnect with the chatter around you. There is yet another paradox. How do you connect and disconnect at the same time? No matter what the noise, there is quiet underneath. As you seek it, like the treasure hunt that it is, your new Truth is revealed in the silence of discovery.

As we sit to Blast Releasing the Noise, we are going within to reach the outer expanse, universal in our pursuit of happiness. We remember the One and the many are Truth, occupying the same space. We are letting go and reaching in, for the Truth is out there within. We are opposite and same, depending on the perspective, for All Truth is as relative as we are. Blast on!

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A Fairy Wish


Up into the mountains they climb,
down into the valleys below.
Through forest do they forage.
they come looking for the little folk,
Down by the river they do stop to rest. 
I, sitting upon the grass,
by the river bank in the shade,
of the great maple tree,
Hidden in the tall grass, 
I peer across the river, 
at the men lying about there. 
I lie back in the shade.
I daydreamed about the little folk.
What would it be like?,
I mused to myself as I smiled.
Then of a sudden,
darkness set in within me.
What will those men who seek them,
What will they do to the wee folk? 
Oh! how I wished I was a fairy,
To go forth and warn my people
Of the danger that approaches.
Down the river a-ways,
it widens out into the sea.
They live in mushroom-shaped homes,
An outsider would not glance twice.
Some live among the reeds,
and the frogs a-peeping,
Guardians of the night.
Some make their homes,
among the trees in the forest.
I so desire to be there,
I cross my fingers,
and close my eyes tight,
and make a wish, I do.
I feel the wind against my cheeks,
and my hair fluttering at my back.
I open my eyes slowly;
vision focuses. 
I see the tops of trees below me,
I look to my right; 
there are the purple mountains of the east.
I look to my left; I see the turquoise sea.
Below me is where I need to go.
I twist my body through the air,
and dive down to the trees below.
There the other fairies come up to greet me,
Like I had been here before.  
There is much dancing and singing,
Happiness and love. 
For that day I had kept those men
who seek the little people from finding them.
Even though I found it to be but a dream,
I know that I am a fairy,
In the magical land that lies within.
Cynthia ©

Wednesday, 9 October 2013

~ I Want to be a Fairie ~


~ I Want to be a Fairie ~



To streak through the air

in a trail of tiny twinkly sparks

Whirling around the great pines 

whizzing by the unsuspecting squirrel

and giggle gleefully as I see

the startled squirrel jump away

into the hazy light of day.

I breathe in the air deeply

as I soar then turn, 

and spiral down dizzily to the ground

and alight upon a flower,

to rest in coolness of shade

from the tall pine trees;

and a scent of sweetness all around

from many blooms the breeze blows.

My heart is filled with love and wonderment

at the magical world all about me.

My skin is as fair

as the cotton white clouds above,

and my hair is golden

like the sunlight all around. 

I whisper words of magic 

and blow a briliant rainbow of love

for all the world to receive,

if not then just set it free,

to find a home, 

in a needy person's heart.

As I listen with my pointy fairy ears, 

I hear the harmony of nature,

singing her song.

As I sit in my bloom

with a smile tracing my tiny face

I awaken every morning,

remebering this dream.

That I am a fairy,

Beautiful, simple, and graceful.

But also filled with love,

and know that I am special.

Cynthia©



Sunday, 6 October 2013

Empathy Continued


Each of us will have our own unique way of interpreting what we experience and see in any reality that we may find ourselves in whether in a dreamscape, a vision or in real time. Each will have his or her own different perspective to any given phenomena. This does not mean one is in error in what they perceive to be as different from the next person’s observation of the same phenomena, It simply means that each of us see things from a slightly different field of reference. possibly because we are all at different conscious level of growth on a universal level, in the continuum like layers of an infinite onion, all layers having their influence upon us. How we react to these differences will play an important role in leading us to the final result  

An empaths, has sensitivities that are on a much higher frequency then most people. Picking up on other energies like the ears of a bat picking up on the tiniest sound hundreds of feet from their location. My perceptions and interpretations and understanding of this multilayered reality might be a little different then the average person who make up the greater part of society. Most only see the world on it’s surface and actually very little of that as well, as though they were depth blind. The energies are there to see, but it doesn’t register on their conscious mind, because it is of no importance to them for it has nothing to do with what is more important to them in their own private little world.

I could feel an injured animal from a distance before I even seen them. I can feel when somewhere close by the energy was not right.  Upon finding them I would gently pick up the injured animal in my arms and take them home where I would try to nurse them back to health. Sometimes I was successful other times not. It was not uncommon to see stray animals follow me home from a short distance. This was not just cats and dogs but also natures criters, raccoons, skunks, porcupines, squirrels, chipmunks, birds, and occasionally even a bears or a deer would come out to greet me.
Wolves and Coyotes as well were attracted to me, as they still are to this day. Just as in the same way I attract little children in the supermarket and shopping malls.  In later years I discovered I also had an affect on plants as well. I never had a plant that did not grow and blossom healthily and I never done anymore then just water them. I even brought plants home that others had given me because they had run out of ideas in how to nurse them back. Less then a month they were flourishing.


Have you ever seen the soul energy of living things? Some call these energy-flows auras.
All is energy, every molecule and subatomic particle which makes up all of this reality that we see around us as well as the inner life essence and all of it’s discarnate energies, the fiber of time and space, spirit energy, the universal web. But are we not still all growing towards the same level of consciousness, even those who are not aware of it and even those we may think are not deserving. Who am I to judge.

As a little girl growing up in the country I had no knowledge that there were titles, labels, legends, epithets, analogies, symbolic of hierarchies and din’t know much about anything  spiritual, except what they tried to teach me in Sunday School and that never did feel right to me, for no reason, it just didn’t. In my world fantasy at times tended to blend as one with reality, a time outside of time. I was not even aware of ranks and superiorities in the affairs of man until in later years, but I most certainly quickly learned that grown ups were my superiors and could warm my fanny if I displeased them so I did my best to stay out of their way and find my own world to play in.

I still to this day refuse to associate any order of ranks and superiority among the spiritual as I’ve some do. I certainly would not have ever guessed that one could communicate with angels, saints, extraterrestrials, aliens etc etc, I considered the apparitions I made contact with to be just out of my own imagination, my own creation as I perceived them.
Manifestations of an energy source not of the earth plane is what I come to classify these forms that appeared in various intensities of light and colors.

Today I know that what I had experiences from through my sensitivities were exactly what I said above had occurred during my early years. No one had ever discouraged me of my stories, supposedly just brushing them off as a child’s imagination. As I got older I knew that I would have to part with these fantasies, although repressed they were never forgotten, Even If would have wanted to discuss them, who would I got too?

I just did not allow myself to believe that these entities could be possibly real, they just did not any longer fit in with my life style should I say. I feared to much that I would end up classified as some lunatic, just the same as the others of questionable sanity who dared mentioned having encounters of a third kind, UFO’s. Little grey aliens etc. Nut cases they called them.  like seeing angels and extraterrestrial beings or dragons and fairies or animal spirits, the rainbow trees, the ancestors, the star beings, Manatoo, and the greatest of mothers, mother Gaia with her own unique aura, our mother. Sheeeeesh, they would certainly have locked me up in a padded cell. But it happens, many of us do, and we all do have these potentials to have these feelings, seeings, knowings if we are open to them, or intuitively just know things that are just not easily explainable, especially to the skeptic. 

As I have briefly stated above we each have our own unique perception to any given field of reference which could be on any level frequency of light and sound both above and below the human range of hearing and seeing, so why not what one could perceive seeing what an angel would look like? I had no teachers, mentors, books, magazines, not even an open minded individual to share about these things with when I was a child. Nothing except for maybe occasionally something on some obscure TV show.
Or something I overheard in a discussion among the elders. Didn’t pay much attention to some little girl they called the mouse sitting around playing with her doll at their discussions.

There was not much available to learn about such things as the phenomena of quantum realities, quantum physics, and the awakening of the oneness of consciousness which was mostly looked upon as fictitious and or superstition by the greater part of society outlook  back when I was a little girl. The only fantasy grown ups played back then was on what they called party lines, where you could have as many as 6 or 8 people gossiping back and fourth on their rotary phones. I guess the 50’s version of the cell phone.

To tell the truth, in my adolescent years and early adulthood I felt very much a stranger in an alien land, a not very liked stranger at that. People don’t tend to like to well other people that are different, well they didn’t bother me in anyway physically but I could see them avoiding me as I walked by. Different story though when I was a child growing up I was pushed around, bullied, teased and ridiculed if I even as much as mentioned anything about the supernatural or anything they considered weird. I had no way of knowing why people reacted the way they did was because they feared or felt threatened or uneasy by what they could not understand, as many still do to this day.

I have had many experiences with what I simply call sensings seeing and knowings, intuition as well as various degrees of psychic abilities. I have named it my little voice, or “the inner voice,” and many other manifestations in harmony with nature, the elements and the earth grids and quantum reality grids. But these are only words, one could also sum it up as the cosmic web. I only speak from my own knowledge and experiences with those elements of universe that I have been connected to since earliest childhood and now once more returning to that same connectedness.
 
I prefer to refrain from using many other philosophies that are not my own,

Many of my writings is illustrated with my own experiences using some of my own terminology in the description of experiences.

Love

Cynthia

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