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 6 May 2004 @ 09:08
Photo: Moss heart by Susannah Bec (this was noticed recently on a large old stone in our garden....I like to think it is a message to us from our home.)
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Well, for the last seven years we have been living in our little bit of heaven on earth. We love our home, surrounded by nature and with our regular animal visitors, the fox, the muntjac deer and most of the local bird population. We have created our own world here, a reality where nature far outways "civilisation", we have lived in harmony with it and loved it....it has loved us back.
It is the setting for our life, we rarely leave except to shop or to visit family as the hustle and bustle has long since ceased to be the world we are comfortable in....the fields, the woods, the flowers, the skies are what give us comfort and inspiration and growth.
It is a beautiful old house with a stone workshop attached, where I paint, where Joe makes things, where many happy times are spent. It has two old sheds where too much stuff is stored :-) and where our kittens (now cats) were born two years ago to a young frightened feral cat who didn't trust or understand humans, before Joes patience and gentleness helped her grow into the friendly beautiful cat that is now sitting by my side, happily living with us and three of her kittens (that never did find new homes). Then there is the meadow to the side of our home, untouched, unsprayed with chemicals, lush and beautiful and resting place of Harvey our dog who loved this place too. We walk straight from our garden into the meadow, no boundarys, no separation, then over the three acre meadow to the woods and the bluebells and the deep peace that untouched nature inspires.
Seven years ago we found /manifested this place....we had written what we wanted with our next home, right down to the details like Joe fancied a beamed ceiling, I didn't want one, I wanted a wood within walking distance....well if you are doing magic you may as well ask :-).... And there it was, a beautiful old ivy covered house that had been extended so the old part of the house had beams, the new part didn't and there were my woods!!! We were thankful, we were grateful....we fell in love with this spot on earth.
The place was rented from the family of the old lady who lived nearby, the family had owned the property for years. It was a very reasonable rent and over the years hardly increased....they liked us, we liked them....money obviously not such an issue to them as "good tenants". We live a creative lifestyle, we have no television, we work to know ourselves, to stay in the now....to appreciate the beauty that surrounds us. We have little money, we had little need for it.
The old lady died and we got a phonecall from the letting agent informing us that the family need vacant possession of the property and land as they have to sell and divide the assets....we have to leave by June 1st. The rent we pay now would hardly get us a one bed apartment....What a lesson in "walking our talk" and staying centered, as buttons we didn't even know we had, are being pushed! :-). You can imagine the emotions we have been through over the last couple of months
Well, we are almost packed now, still not knowing what's next, but trusting the process and knowing that right here right now the sun is shining in through the window, the birds are singing, flowers are blooming in the garden and it looks as though another adventure is about to begin.
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 13 Feb 2004 @ 08:00
Death visited our home today
with gentle presence and kind hands
he collected a life well spent.
Harvey
1986-2004
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 14 Jan 2004 @ 04:41
Image: Airtight inspection cover by Susannah Bec.
"I will carry my gods within me, swallow my divinity whole.
The responsibily that clarity unveils...as I become the face of my soul."
Psychic Pollution
Psychic pollution spread by the popular media in the form of newspapers, television and advertising is toxic and detrimental to our divinity. We are sensitive instruments and our vibrationary level/frequency is affected by our observations.
Like a tuning fork we tend to vibrationally attune to the object/subject of our observations.
"News" is "some news", everyday at every minute everything that you could possibly think of then more is happening somewhere on this planet of ours. The news that is reported is little bits of usually negative stuff that we are publically told is newsworthy.
We then observe, reinforce and strengthen by our observation and attention whatever the "news" happens to be. We are not usually told of all of the wonderful things that are happening every single second all over this planet too. It is our decision where our attention is focused. It makes a difference where our attention is focused, it makes a difference how we "vibrate".
We hold the key to changing and helping to birth a new consciousness…the control panel lies within.
Eliminate or reduce your exposure to TV, to the "News" to newspapers, to advertising, take a few steps outside of "the consensus reality" and then look again. When you are within it you are attuned to it. Step outside and realise a new world lies within each of us but we must detach from the "programming" as that keeps us only able to access certain levels of consciousness.
Mass reality has a ceiling…get above that and there is a vastly different view.
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 20 Dec 2003 @ 14:27
Image by Susannah Bec
"The rebirth of the sun"
At the turning of the solar year may I wish you all love, peace,joy and abundance for the coming year!
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 5 Dec 2003 @ 12:15
Image title:Golden by Susannah Bec
Some thoughts to celebrate the wonderful sun filled afternoon here in the UK today :-)
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Winter sun burnishes my world.
Late afternoon glow.
Golden lights, pick out natures shadows.
The world is alive beneath my feet.
The air dances with energy.
The giant fireball in the heavens
bathes me in liquid yellow streaks,
as it tumbles lazily onto the horizon.
And as I honour my journey,
as a living breathing piece
of a universal jigsaw.
The power of life,
overwhelms me.
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