This blog deals with my search for truth and meaning in life - poems I've written over the years, essays, thoughts on the nature of reality and short stories as an outlet for my creativity and spirituality, as well as other words of inspiration that I would like to share. Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach is one of my favourite books. The Seagull is the source of my inspiration. I hope you enjoy it!
Jonathan Livingston Seagull
“They are saying in the Flock that if you are not the Son of the Great Gull Himself”, Fletcher told Jonathan one morning after Advanced Speed Practice, “then you are a thousand years ahead of your time.”
Jonathan sighed. The price of being misunderstood he thought. They call you devil or they call you god. “What do you think, Fletch? Are we ahead of our time?”
A long silence, “Well, this kind of flying has always been here to be learned by anyone who wanted to discover it; that’s got nothing to do with time. We’re ahead of the fashion, maybe. Ahead of the way that most gulls fly.”“That’s something,” Jonathan said, rolling to glide inverted for a while. “That’s not half as bad as being ahead of our time”.
Richard Bach
Jonathan Livingston Seagull
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Showing posts with label sea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sea. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Soul Mates
I drew the above figures on the beach nearly 30 years ago!
Has anyone else noticed that a lot of soul mates are showing up in our lives at the moment?
It's taken that long to figure the following out about it!!! LOL!!! :)
Although a friend had a much simpler line: "True love : - peace, tranquility, harmony, life x"
Here goes......
"A yearning for harmony, connection, peace, contentment...simplicity, clarity, balance, openness, warmth from the gentle Sun.....no rays that reach out and grasp, push, stifle, just a gentle release of Love/Light to be welcomed and heard by the open hear(t)s of all creatures, including the soil/soul mates on the beach.....
They are outlined by contrast....their black lines define them - they are not the same, each is unique - without their boundaries, they would not Be, and they could not therefore Do...
..... their Love is not fixed in one place ... it is always travelling to see(d) new places...it is dynamic, always changing, developing, processing, perfecting, but never reaching perfection.......they are the same, but different.... distinct, but not separate....
.....they have clear white within them....and they are surrounded by brightness....they reflect on the divine white light of Love/Light that imbues all things, including them, in its sacred dance of togetherness....for Gravity is Love....and Love is Gravity...maximum freedom to the parts, coherence to the whole...minimum effort, maximum grace.....for all that they receive they give thanks....and are gr(e)at-ful...for they are great! And they are Full!
The cool of the Sea....The Sun See(d)-ing the Sea with Love/Light. And ripples, waves of gentle energy...on/in the Sea...to their right... sparkles of star-like light upon which their eyes can ling-er, whereas the left side is calm... they are cradled at the centre point...the still point....between the worlds of giving and receiving.....
Of Male and Female polarities... Adam(ant) on the right... Eve(n) on the left.....the balancing of energy between the soil/soul mates.........embracing each other, affection too...between them...tenderness...resonance...coherence...a gentle kiss....an overlap..an embodiment - a Synergistic Energy eXchange.....
They're on the beach, so they are grounded too...kneeling on the grains of sand - each particle, like them, different/unique, the wholeness of the beach within the multiplicity of each grain and each unique grain of sand an essential participant in the wholeness of the beach...
They kneel with sacred reverence.....a mutual prayerful co-creation.....caring for each other, connecting at their knees where they meet the ground, for their souls are the fertile soil from which they spring,... and at their hearts, where they hear(t) each other...without words.... and they hear(t) nature, in which they are immersed, and nature also reveres, cares for and listens to them...and they trust and they know...
And the polarity of Heaven and Earth, above and below......the open, clear, bright spacious sky is the presence above, reminding them that they also can allow for their goings apart again...their to-ings and fro-ings....the space between them to See/Sea more clearly after their coming together, so they can always come back to the ground out of which they grew and to which they will return when they die...for "in the midst of life, we are in death".....
Then the rain will come down and wash the remaining physical particles, the remaining grains, of their bodies into the sea, the fertile Sea, who See(d)s all the possibilities for new growth and evolution within her... and so a new dawn begins...and the cycle begins again as the Sun caresses her way from East to West across the bounteous, benevolent Sky."
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Finding God In All Things
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Finding-God-things-Brian-Grogan/dp/187224548X/
...This is an account of an experience I had in January 2014...
"I'm in total, total bliss....in my whole body. Full body bliss from head to toe. I'm literally shaking with the intensity of it. I can hardly type. I am overcome with such deep feelings of love and connection. Now I know how sand feels when it is melted in the heat of a furnace to yield crystal clear glass. Perhaps to make a crystal bowl or a goblet from which to drink nectar. And I yield to the flames. I yield to the metamorphosis, the alchemy.
On the way in on the train, I was looking out at Dublin Bay. The crystal clear mill-pond-still-waters. The Stena-Line ferry floating along the surface towards her port, gliding with grace and ease. What a difference to last week's tremendous storms.
And then an older silver-haired gentleman gets on the train and sits diagonally opposite me, across the aisle. He takes out a small scarlet-covered booklet. Is this blood red cover a reflection of the fire at the heart of the furnace I am at the centre of?
And the title of the book? "Finding God In All Things".... My God! My God!... In All Things.
For the first time perhaps, I really get it, I really see Him, I really feel Him. Tears come again. Release of pent-up emotions. Water flowing from my eyes down my cheeks like streams. But, no chance of quenching this fire inside the furnace....
Thank God!
My God!
In All Things!
.....including me :) "
On the way in on the train, I was looking out at Dublin Bay. The crystal clear mill-pond-still-waters. The Stena-Line ferry floating along the surface towards her port, gliding with grace and ease. What a difference to last week's tremendous storms.
And then an older silver-haired gentleman gets on the train and sits diagonally opposite me, across the aisle. He takes out a small scarlet-covered booklet. Is this blood red cover a reflection of the fire at the heart of the furnace I am at the centre of?
And the title of the book? "Finding God In All Things".... My God! My God!... In All Things.
For the first time perhaps, I really get it, I really see Him, I really feel Him. Tears come again. Release of pent-up emotions. Water flowing from my eyes down my cheeks like streams. But, no chance of quenching this fire inside the furnace....
Thank God!
My God!
In All Things!
.....including me :) "
Friday, January 3, 2014
I am the Sea
I have slept in my frozen bed for millennia,
I have been present with the stillness in
the silence of my dreaming.
For aeons I have stretched myself across the shore of this bay,
For aeons I have stretched myself across the shore of this bay,
A million waves have lived and died within
me.
I have smiled upon and pounded the pebbles,
I have smiled upon and pounded the pebbles,
And I have shimmered and danced in the sun
and the sand.
I have plumbed the depths of chaos,
I have plumbed the depths of chaos,
And I have looked for love flowing within
my heart.
My dreams have flowed up towards the surface of my skin,
My dreams have flowed up towards the surface of my skin,
And I have become crystal clear again.
I have waited patiently for you to appear,
I have waited patiently for you to appear,
And now I see your silhouette on the
horizon.
You are walking gracefully towards me,
You are walking gracefully towards me,
I reach out to you........
We meet,
We touch,
We caress.
You slowly undress,
You slowly undress,
And enter me.
You warm me and melt me,
You warm me and melt me,
You swim within me.
I welcome you,
I welcome you,
I surround you,
I caress you.
I am opened,
I am opened,
I am filled,
I am complete.
I am the sea.
I am the sea.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Sunrise - Whiterock Beach, Killiney, Dublin, Ireland: Dec 17, 2013
....and the morning Sun rises above the Eastern Sea...
A beautiful morning to watch the Sunrise on this day of the Full Moon...
Fire (Sun), Water (Sea), Earth (Beach), Air (Wind)...
As One!
Father Sun rises in the East
Looking towards Bray Head, and the Little and Great Sugarloaf
Towards Dalkey Island
Friday, May 24, 2013
Do You Ever?
Looking east to the sunrise above the Irish sea from Whiterock beach, Killiney, Dublin.
Do you ever stop?
Do you ever stand still for a while?
Do you ever notice how clouds part silently for sunbeams?
Monday, January 21, 2013
Be Patient
Photo: Killiney beach Dublin Dec 18, 2012
Be patient my child
For the time is now
In which the changes come.
So much change
So fast.
It is important that you stay centred and grounded
Take time out of the game
To rest, relax and renew.
Breathe in the healing energies
Of the new light.
Be patient.
All is well.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Drawn to the Beach
I was drawn to the beach this morning...sat cross-legged on the rocks facing East out to sea .....the sea a beautiful blue/green, waves caressing the beach in an hypnotic dance like breathing - the sea's breaths, the sounds of the pebbles being stirred up by the sea, the sky a perfect blue, the clouds were few and high and white, the wind changing direction subtly (felt it cool on my face), the clear pure air, a pleasure to breathe in and out and the warm sun was beaming down on me filling my soul with gladness! Beautiful.
I came home to open an email from a friend ...she ended the email with the following:
"Smiling, just happy to live and experience another day!!"
I share her words with you.....
..YES!
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
The Boy Who Talked to a Seagull
The Boy was unusual. He had always thought this,
but he was only just beginning to figure out the hows and whys of it. He had
always been sensitive to things. He always seemed to see and feel more than other
boys. Even now, as he stared out to sea across the great sweep of the Bay, he
felt that he had the answers to things that most boys didn't even have
questions for.
For example, this rock he was currently perched on
- several million years old probably, a piece of solid granite. The rock had
moved little, if at all, in the last several hundred thousand years. Maybe, the
sea had nudged it slightly in a storm. Maybe, it had been worn away a bit.
After all, some of the pebbles on this beach were undoubtedly its children -
bits of it that had gone off to explore for themselves.
And yet, the boy sensed the life in this rock. Yes,
it definitely felt alive to him - vibrant, teeming with swirling thoughts and
observations and memories from millennia gone by. But, the rock itself
continued sitting there, placidly, still, but somehow silently observing - all
seeing and all knowing.
The boy began to feel that this rock knew pretty
much everything there was to know about the moods of the sea. It had seen
stormy nights, frozen seas, warm seas, waves crashing in, waves lapping out,
full moons, new moons, and clear nights when bright stars shone down like you
wouldn't believe.
The boy sensed that through its stillness, the rock
knew everything about this beach and the sea that today lapped in gently around
the boy's feet. But, much more than that - the rock really did know everything.
It seemed to have all the secrets of the universe within it. A universe within
a rock?
And the boy, by sitting on the rock, felt that he
too could receive the answers to all the things that he wanted to know. Was the
universe also within him? Yes, if the rock could obtain the answers, so could
he. All he had to do was sit still, be silent and focus on himself, just like
the rock. And so he knew that sooner or later he would indeed receive all the
answers. Patience then was what was required.. ... and time.
So, the boy came back to the beach over many years
as he grew older. He visited the rock as often as he could. He had no
expectations about anything, he just enjoyed being alone with the rock. He
continued to sit and listen to the sea and feel the rock beneath him and watch
the waves lap at his feet.
Then, one day as he sat on the rock and stared out
to sea, he began to relax, but at the same time, he felt heavier and heavier.
He closed his eyes.
But, hang on, did he now feel heavy or light? There
was a part of him that felt heavy - yes definitely, so, so heavy ... .his
breathing slowed, the presence of the cool air itself surrounding him seemed to
be his means of breathing.
He breathed out, he breathed in - shallower and
shallower until his breath virtually stopped. He felt the weight of his body on
the rock ... .or was it in the rock? Yes, he felt he was merging with the rock
- going inside the rock, but at the same time another part of him continued to
feel lighter and lighter. His arms tingled and then it seemed that his hands
were floating upwards. Then this feeling spread ... he was both entering deeper
into the rock and floating upwards, both above himself and below himself at the
same time.
"How could this be?", he thought for a
fleeting moment.
His eyes opened slightly and he caught a glimpse of
the glowing white sea; not the grey, green sea he had seen earlier. But, the
moment passed even before it was complete, and he relaxed again. His eyelids
gently closed and his eyes themselves began to focus on a flickering white
light that began to appear in front of him ... it seemed to shine within him,
like moonlight. But how could he see this light? His eyes were closed! But the
light became brighter and brighter. It swirled and pulsated and moved around in
front of him, now bright white, now a deep bright violet, now pure gold.
He felt like he was looking into another world - a
world within himself? Yes, that was it, he was inside his own inner world.
Exploring the universe within himself.
Then ... .Bang! Flash! Lightening bolt! Wallop! A
voice!
"Hello boy!"
The boy jumped up, startled. Simultaneously, he was
catapulted up out of the rock and back into his body and from above the part of
him that was floating also entered his body again. He straightened and looked
around him - no one there!
"Oh well, I'm imagining things", he
thought.
But, then again ...
"It's me!"
"It's who? What is going on? Voices in my
head?" He said out loud.
Who or what was he talking to? Was it the rock
talking to him? No - impossible. But then he saw a seagull next to him, simply
looking up at him serenely.
Then, the voice again, "It's me! Sorry to
startle you."
"It's who?"
"Me ... the seagull! I am Natalie
Seagull.", came the reply.
He jumped high in the air and landed on the beach
and turned around.
"Natalie Seagull? Seagulls don't speak!"
"How do you know that? Ever spoken to a
seagull before?"
"No!", said the boy - incredulously.
"Then how do you know that seagulls don't
speak?", said Natalie Seagull.
"Well, I don't ... um, uh ... are you really
talking to me?", said the boy.
"What do you think?"
"Well, after what's just happened, I wouldn't
be surprised if I am talking to a seagull!
"Is there something you want to tell me?"
said the boy.
"Yes. I have a message for you."
"So, what is it?", said the boy.
"Well, you've always known that you are here
for a reason. So, what you do now is you rest and you wait"
"For how long do I ....um, uh rest
and.....uh...wait?", he replied.
"For as long as it takes".
"As long as it takes? How will I know what to
do ... .when the time comes?"
"It is more a case of what you will 'be', what
you will 'become'. Then you will know what to do. In any case, it will be made
known to you ... .look out for the signs. Not only seagulls speak".
"But what is my role in ... ..uh ...
..whatever it is?"
"You will be required to re-assure the people.
Are you a leader? Can you do that?"
"Yes, I think I can. I can, but I'm a bit
scared now".
"Don't be afraid - focus on love and the
truth. These will set you free and guide you to be the best you can be, to do
the best you can do and to bring out the best in others. You are a creator, as
is everyone. You don't understand the power of your own thoughts to create your
reality. So, think positively and bring about the reality you want. No one is
stuck in a hopeless situation created by distant forces. If you want change in
your world, change your thoughts, change those external forces for the better,
for those seemingly external forces, those immovable objects and events that
are apparently out of control are the physical manifestation of your thoughts.
They are your thoughts crystallised from the mind of God. For the entire
universe is the mind of God and you are an essential part of that mind! Create
a better reality! Even if only a few boys and girls like you begin to
understand this, the world will be a much better place."
"But how long will it take? It seems like an
awfully difficult task to take on -- to change an entire planet for the
better."
"The time is now approaching fast. More and
more boys and girls like you are waking up and finding their higher
purpose."
"Thank-you! It's reassuring to know that I'm
not alone in this".
"You are never alone my child - you know that.
You are not alone. Never. Now, go and begin the first day of your new life as a
teacher, as a messenger. Prepare yourself. Remember that you are a master. You
will find the truth everywhere you look for it. By your presence alone, you
will guide others towards the truth and they will find it because of you. You
are welcome to talk to me any time you like, for I am here to offer advice and
to guide you when you desire guidance. But, it is up to you whether you accept
this mission or not -- you have free will."
Somehow, the boy understood all of this. He had
been half expecting it ... .for a long time.
And with that, Natalie Seagull launched herself
into the air, flapping her powerful wings as she rose up above the beach and
then, catching a thermal, gracefully glided out to sea. She looked back at the
boy, nodded her head slightly, extended her wings, swooped low over the white
topped waves, then headed up into the sky, soaring ever higher and higher.
The boy followed her with his eyes as she became
smaller -- until she became just a luminescence speck of bright white light,
making its inexorable progress out to sea and up into the sky.
The boy was transfixed. A warm expansive glow
appeared to swell up in his chest. He had never felt such joy, such love, such
peace before.
Natalie Seagull turned her head and looked back
after a little while. He sensed her smiling back at him. Her face was quite the
kindest he had ever seen. And at that moment, she became a brilliant, perfect
white, radiant star. Rays of light burst outwards from her body in all
directions as she soared upwards. On and on, higher and higher, whiter and
whiter her body became, until, in an explosion of pure energy, she literally
disappeared from view.
The boy looked up to the sky and raised his arms up
in a gesture of thanks, as he looked towards the spot where the seagull had
disappeared into eternity.
And then he lowered his gaze and looked out to sea.
Everything was different. He saw everything differently.
He saw how the waves were talking to him. He saw
how the wind that blew his hair was also telling him things. He saw the sun as
a pure bright teacher, a perfect reflection of the perfect bright light within
him - the very light of his spirit. He saw the ever-changing clouds as a
metaphor for the ever-evolving nature of the human soul. Even the pebbles at
his feet were infusing him with wisdom. Everywhere he sensed knowledge and
wisdom, understanding, acceptance and truth. Everywhere he looked he saw it,
but he knew that the greatest source of all these things was within himself.
Within his own soul would he find his greatest strength, to become his true
self. For he was the universe and the universe was within him. He knew he would
now be free to do anything he wanted. He had a job to do. He was a messenger, a teacher, a guide and a healer.
He walked across to the rock where had been sitting
when he had met Natalie Seagull. He put his hand across his heart, closed his
eyes and said a few words quietly, thanking her for the experience he had just
had, for strengthening his own soul. He opened his eyes again, stretched out
his arm and waved his hand gently over the rock and blessed that too.
The Boy thought of Natalie Seagull and smiled,
turned around and looked out to sea one last time. He then left the rock and
the beach and walked carefully, purposefully, like the master he would eventually
become, into his new life.
And these stories are about how Natalie Seagull
taught the boy and how one day he became a Master of his Life!
An earlier version of this story, in which the boy talked to a rock, appered in Wordlegs Issue No. 2 Summer 2010: http://www.wordlegs.com/magazine/viewitem.php?id=67
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Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Alone?
Alone,
Sitting,
Staring,
Wondering,
Thinking.
Moon,
Eternal,
Faceless,
Blameless,
Watching.
Clouds,
Chasing,
Racing,
Unhurried,
Gentle.
Stars,
Flickering,
Delicate,
Ancient,
Secretive.
Sea,
Lapping,
Crashing,
Powerful,
Profound.
Love,
Beautiful,
Deep,
Unfathomable,
Perfect.
Us,
Alone,
Sitting,
Staring,
Thinking,
Wondering.
Am I alone in nature or not? I used to retreat to 'my hill' overlooking the low lying levels to get some time and space to myself....this is a simple poem but I have a deep sense even now of 'thinking' and 'wondering' about nature...I'm alone but I can also be with the one I love....
Am I alone in nature or not? I used to retreat to 'my hill' overlooking the low lying levels to get some time and space to myself....this is a simple poem but I have a deep sense even now of 'thinking' and 'wondering' about nature...I'm alone but I can also be with the one I love....
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Within Me
One day it said to me,
"Can't you see with your eyes,
What I am?
Can't you fathom the secrets,
Hidden deep within me?
Don't you know why?
Everything is here,
I am everything,
Within me you will find,
The truth of your existence,
Within me you will find happiness,
Within me you will find yourself!"
Full Moon, Killiney Beach Dublin,
Ireland, January 30, 2010.
The Seagull
This is one of the first poems I wrote in the mid 1980s on my experience
of an awakening of consciousness brought on by becoming immersed in the
'mind' of the sea...but is the sea outside me or within me?
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
The Dreamer by the Sea
So quiet in the dead of night
The wind stings like fire,
Along with the rain,
Splashing,
Punching me,
With its pins of pain.
All the while,
Crush the ground,
Push it down,
Laughing inside at what I've lost,
Outside myself,
Outside belief.
Drift!
Drift ever on,
To nowhere.
No!
To the beach,
To see the dreamer by the sea,
To ponder on what he'll tell me.
The dreamer by the sea.
They all say he's mad,
Like me,
Inside me,
The dreamer by the sea,
Lives in a cave,
When he can,
Or else he sits on the rocks,
Until the tide arrives.
Sparks fly from his eyes,
Like stars they glow.
He listens to the voices of the pebbles,
How they have endured the beating of time.
He talks with the waves,
He talks with the waves,
And tells me,
About the way things were,
When he was young.
Challenges, asks, knows.
The dreamer by the sea.
And when I arrive,
He asks me "Why"?
But I can't say,
And he says he knows,
Then shows me how to dream,
How to be me,
On the inside,
How to believe.
The dreamer by the sea,
Caresses the night,
With talons of ice,
Bright is his light,
Spreads its wings,
Flies into the distance,
Through the deepening blackness,
Warning ships with thoughts,
Flecking the cliffs,
Giving them transparence,
Until they become real,
Until they become real,
To me.
How ideas I had were never known,
By me,
Inside,
Inside,
Help me believe.
But he knows,
Always knew,
Been squatting on his perch for years,
Millennia I'd say,
Digging up ground,
Making no sound,
Changing shape in the dark,
And hiding by day.
The dreamer by the sea.
Tortures himself while watching birds die,
Tears himself to shreds and cries.
But I sit and watch,
And he tells me all this,
Until I walk back to my bed,
To what is deemed to be real.
Until I walk back to me,
To what I believe.
To what I believe.
The dreamer by the sea.
He says "Goodbye"!
And laughs again,
From the cliff tops,
From the rocks,
In the sea I hear the shuffling of his feet,
In the wind I hear the whispering of his profundity.
All around,
Mixed with the mist,
Swirling in the spray,
He talks to me.
Everywhere I watch and feel,
How real it is to me,
How real is he,
And I realise,
I believe in the truth of,
The dreamer by the sea.
This poem was written in the late 1980s. It is again about the search for wisdom in nature and the blurring of the divide between dreams and the waking world. Where is reality? Inside or outside? The search for truth outside always leads to the recognition that truth and reality are inside and depend on the state of ones own consciousness..awake or asleep.
This poem was written in the late 1980s. It is again about the search for wisdom in nature and the blurring of the divide between dreams and the waking world. Where is reality? Inside or outside? The search for truth outside always leads to the recognition that truth and reality are inside and depend on the state of ones own consciousness..awake or asleep.
Monday, January 11, 2010
Infinity
The boy sits on the rocks,
As the waves crash in,
Aware of Infinity,
Staring in to his own Soul.
As the waves crash in,
Aware of Infinity,
Staring in to his own Soul.
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