**New Programme for January - June 2010!**
Sophie
You came to us seventeen years ago, from the moment I saw you I knew you were special, and how right I was. You helped me through some very difficult times always with me helping me get through bless you and thank you. We had a wonderful time you brought me so much joy and I loved and cherished you everyday of your life, words are not enough to express how I feel about you, but we know don’t we.
When you became ill last year we did all we could, I gave you healing which you loved, often asking when it was needed, I had picked up what was wrong and knew it was only a matter of time, and you knew when it was your time, we all cuddled up and said our goodbyes, at the vets we cuddled up as we always did, its how we wanted it as you passed over, my soul then took you over and handed you to my Mum who will love you and look after you for me.
One day my darling our souls will be reunited as they always have been, until that day I will see you in my dreams feel you in my heart, visit me often I will know when you are close. We had a very special bond that cannot be broken by your passing, so until we meet again take good care safe in the knowledge that you are loved and adored by all.
I will bless and love you always and forever
Mummy
*******
I'll not
wait till its too late to tell
you how I feel,
and never waste a moment our
love is very real,
I'll not waste the time that's left
over things that said
and done,
the laughs we had in times gone
bye,
we sure did have some fun,
So I give my hand in friendship
and the love that brothers share,
Its just to say I love you and to
let you know I care.
by Ian Hudson
The Spirit Messenger
Touch of a hand,a wipe of a tear.
A message from spirit to know they're here
To reach out to those in need
To bring relief to those who grieve.
To touch a heart,to bring a smile
To bring upliftment ,once in a while.
A message from God,he knows you suffer so
He sends among us ,angels
To help when your'e low
Believe theres more to life then this
its where our love ones go and its signed with a Kiss
So dont say Goodbye,I speak the truth
I do not lie.....
I am the messenger from God.......
Author Christina Green
BE A VOICE FOR NATURE WE MUST PROTECT OUR EARTH
Be a voice for nature we must protect our earth!
Mother earth is calling but we cannot hear her plea
Over so much noise and pollution in her land and in her sea
Mother earth is crying out for help to you and me….. so pitifully
Out of sight out of mind?
NO!
She is not a rubbish dump for human kind
Reduce reuse recycle is the plea in hawaii
Reduce reuse recycle before its too late for you and me
Islands that should be paradise are covered in plastic waste
Images of suffering and misery on every creatures face
Have we have forgotten who we are?
Children of light from the stars
We have fallen into such material greed
Where science is God…….. where’s the Love Energy?
In a throw away society, its easy, buy another one on e-bay
No care for the next generation we’’ll just live for today
No care for the future if the future is yet to run
No care for tomorrow what if tomorrow never comes?
What has become of us are we too blind to see
The signs are all there now revealing prophecy
As we near the portal of the time of the 6th Sun
We call the children of light to gather with us NOW
In the POWER OF LOVE as One
In our loving oneness we can be the change we want to see
Bringing a healing to our Mother Earth, restoring,protecting
Allowing all life just to BE
Theresa Matthew
The Great Invocation
From the point of Light within the Mind of God
Let light stream forth into the minds of men.
Let Light descend on Earth.
From the point of Love within the Heart of God
Let love stream forth into the hearts of men.
May Christ return to Earth.
From the centre where the Will of God is known
Let purpose guide the little wills of men –
The purpose which the Masters know and serve.
From the centre which we call the race of men
Let the Plan of Love and Light work out
And may it seal the door where evil dwells.
Let Light and Love and Power restore the Plan on Earth.
LITTLE LILY
MAY
WE HAD OUR LILY MAY
FOR ONLY A LITTLE WHILE
SHE LOOKED JUST LIKE AN ANGEL
WHICH MADE US BOTH SMILE
WE DRESSED AND WE BLESSED HER
AND GAZED INTO HER EYES
AS SHE LAY IN HER MOSES BASKET
THE ROOM WAS FULL OF CRIES
SHE WAS THE GIRL WE LONGED FOR
A GIFT FROM GOD ABOVE
BUT TO BE WITH US FOREVER
IS ONLY IN OUR MEMORIES OF LOVE
SO GO TO SLEEP OUR PRINCESS
AND WE WILL MEET AGAIN SOMEDAY
YOU'LL ALWAYS BE OUR DAUGHTER
OUR PRECIOUS LILY MAY
COPY RIGHT WRITTEN BY LILY'S MOTHER MRS JANICE CLARKE
Death is nothing at all...
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I and you are you..
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone;
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effort, without the ghost of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was; there is absolutely unbroken continuity.
What is this death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you for an interval, somewhere very near,
Just around the corner.
All is well.
Canon Scott Holland (1847-1918)
THE GIFT
I send you love, I send you light,
A sun-kissed day, a moonlit night,
A peaceful heart, freedom from fear,
Courage to help you through the year.
I send you faith, I send you hope,
The warmth of friends, the strength to cope,
Reasons to laugh, the right to cry,
The will to keep your head held high.
I send you comfort, restful sleep,
Understanding and self belief,
A hand to hold, a caring word,
A listening ear, a voice that’s heard.
I send you calmness, I send you health,
Tranquil moments, time for yourself.
Appreciation, credit due,
For all you are and all you do.
Taken from Newsletter 50 - The Edgar Cayce Centre, Co. Durham. Author Unknown.
An Angel walked the Beat Tonight
A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
They said had run the light
That caused the six-car pileup
On 109 that night.
When broken bodies lay about
And blood was everywhere,
The sirens screamed out eulogies,
For death was in the air.
A mother, trapped inside her car,
Was heard above the noise;
Her plaintive plea near split the air:
Oh, God, please spare my boys!"
She fought to loose her pinned hands;
She struggled to get free,
But mangled metal held her fast
In grim captivity.
Her frightened eyes then focused
On where the back seat once had been,
But all she saw was broken glass and
Two children's seats crushed in.
Her twins were nowhere to be seen;
She did not hear them cry,
And then she prayed they'd been thrown free,
Oh, God, don't let them die!"
Then firemen came and cut her loose,
But when they searched the back,
They found therein no little boys,
But the seat belts were intact.
They thought the woman had gone mad
And was travelling alone,
But when they turned to question her,
They discovered she was gone.
Policemen saw her running wild
And screaming above the noise
In beseeching supplication,
Please help me find my boys!
They're four years
old and wear blue shirts;
Their jeans are blue to match."
One cop spoke up, "They're in my car,
And they don't have a scratch.
They said their daddy put them there
And gave them each a cone,
Then told them both to wait for Mom
To come and take them home.
I've searched the area high and low,
But I can't find their dad.
He must have fled the scene,
I guess, and that is very bad."
The mother hugged the twins and said,
While wiping at a tear,
He could not flee the scene, you see,
For he's been dead a year."
The cop just looked confused and asked,
Now, how can that be true?"
The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came
And left a kiss for you."
He told us not to worry
And that you would be all right,
And then he put us in this car with
The pretty, flashing light.
We wanted him to stay with us,
Because we miss him so,
But Mommy, he just hugged us tight
And said he had to go.
He said someday we'd understand
And told us not to fuss,
And he said to tell you, Mommy,
He's watching over us."
The mother knew without a doubt
That what they spoke was true,
For she recalled their dad's last words,
I will watch over you."
The firemen's notes could not explain
The twisted, mangled car,
And how the three of them escaped
Without a single scar.
But on the cop's report was scribed,
In print so very fine,
An angel walked the beat tonight on Highway109.
S P I R I T
There's an invisible world............silent, ignored,
where only faith holds strong, together,
the infinite possibilities of life, as we call it
often mis-understood in a material world.
we strive to know more than we can see, eyes closed
within the doorway to where truth stands strong ,withstands the testing for truth remains the same,
and love, love the strongest energy of all, misunderstood
in a materialistic world full of gain and spiritual starvation
love, from the invisible heart of spirit, we each carry consciously or not, with every breath taken changing pain into love given
Love, faith, truth remains the same interconnected, as one where we all started......
there's an invisible world........
lorraine mccallum
SOUNDS FAMILIAR
Just a line to say I’m living, that I’m not among the dead,
Though I’m getting more forgetful and mixed up in my poor head.
I’ve got used to my arthritis, to my dentures I’m resigned,
I can cope with my bifocals, but….ye gods….I miss my mind.
Sometimes I can’t remember when I’m standing by the stair,
If I’m going up for something or have just come down from there.
And before the fridge so often, my mind is full of doubt,
Did I put some dried up food away or come to take some out?
So, remember I do love you and wish that you lived near,
And now it’s time to send this note, a second time my dear.
For when I stood beside the box, my mind must have been dead,
For instead of posting it to you, I took it home instead!
Taken from the Edgar Cayce Centre Durham Newsletter 49.
The Billionaires
I am a girl who sells herself to buy some crack cocaine,
I am the land mine victim, who’ll never walk again,
I’m a mother in many lands who’s watched her children die,
I’m a child who’s begging on streets, I’m not allowed to cry.
I am a nuclear worker, whom cancer’s come to claim,
I’m someone who can’t read or write, I’m crippled by my shame.
I’m a carpet factory worker, who works fifteen hours a day,
I’m a child who toils in sweatshops for a few rupees of pay.
I am one of countless millions, and still without a voice.
Still forced to live a half-life and don’t even have a choice,
A tidal wave of misery, that’s flowing strong and deep,
With open eyes, just look at me, and don’t pretend to sleep.
Can you learn to take a little less and give a little more?
Can I come into your warm front room, not wait outside your door?
Can I come into your consciousness, in the choices that you make?
Can you learn to love me just a bit, and let me share your cake?
Could we gaze at one another, two sides of the same face
And bridge the gap between us and heal the human race?
For I’m tired of being silent, of never making waves,
I’m your brother and your sister, I’m a billion modern slaves.
Taken from the Edgar Cayce Centre Newsletter 46 which gives thanks to Jane Norman and to Universal World Harmony for these verses.
Its only a smile
Come on everybody smile
End the happiness exile
Remember everything life taught you
And not what it didn’t but what it bought you
So you may not have everything
Just listen to me while I sing
Remember all the fears and tears
That came and went throughout the years
They made you laugh and made you cry
Sometimes you didn’t even know why
But lifes not about feeling pain
Knock that thought out of your brain
Just make sure that you enjoy your day
In your own individual kind of way
Every time you wake up breathing
You better carry on believing
In yourself and that you are great
I believe in you so don’t leave it too late
Spring cleaning? What spring cleaning?
Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better
To paint a picture or write a letter
Bake a cake or plant a seed
Ponder the difference between want and need.
Dust if you must, but there's not much time
with rivers to swim and mountains to climb,
Music to hear and books to read
Friends to cherish and a life to lead.
Dust if you must but the world's out there
The sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair.
A flurry of snow, a shower of rain -
This day will not come back again.
Dust if you must, but bear this in mind,
Old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go, as go you must,
You yourself will make more dust!
Author unknown.
Scars of the Heart
Barren is the heart that has known no suffering
Empty is the soul that has known no pain
Lonely is the man who has not known loss
Shallow is the man who lives just for gain.
Dry are the eyes that have not shed teardrops
Feeble is the faith that has not known hope
Bitter is the mind that has not known failure
Weak are the arms that cannot envelop
mankind in an embrace of truth and love
Mighty is the soul that has lived through loss
Huge is the heart that has once been broken
Noble is the spirit that does not count the cost.
Scars of the flesh make our bodies weary
But scars of the flesh are soon to heal.
Scars of the heart help us see more clearly
Scars of the heart are what make life real.
Lynn Salter. (Copyright)
Hop Cottage 1.12.93.
N.B. This is one of many poems by Lynn contained in two large files . She has an extraordinary gift and can sit in Circle in darkness and just write these poems at great speed – they seem to “flow” from her and must be coming direct from Spirit. Lynn has given these poems to Maidstone Spiritual Development Centre and we are of the opinion that they ought to be published. If anyone has any ideas on how we could go about this, please contact us at msdc@msdc.org.uk - in the meantime, we will put them on the website periodically. This poem comes from the first book “Writings from Hop Cottage”.
WHAT IS STRENGTH
What is strength? Is it the physical power
To move a mountain peak?
Or is it the will of one man to climb over it
Yet no word of complaint to speak?
What is this force, this power inside us,
That wills us to go on beyond what we can bear?
This strength, this faith, this knowing
That makes us face what others would not dare.
The trust that we may walk in darkness
To tread the path where others nightmares leave
It is a faith that goes beyond mortal trusting
It is a knowing, a knowledge in which you all believe.
The truth becomes the light that guides you
The sword that you keep safe at hand
It’s strength and power will never leave you
It is your courage when you choose to make a stand
The light and wisdom that gives you words
When others mouths have long since become dry
Your arms of comfort, hands of blessing,
That wipe the tears whilst others cry.
Brave soldiers of the light you have the blessing
Of warrior strength and sacred wisdom too.
It is the burden of spiritual knowledge
A lonely road that we must give to you.
But the strength will never leave you
To give solace to those in need.
So take heart and listen to the joyful calling
Of the once sad and suffering souls that you have freed.
Lynn Salter. (Copyright)
Hop Cottage 14.12.93.
N.B. This is one of many poems by Lynn contained in two large files . She has an extraordinary gift and can sit in Circle in darkness and just write these poems at great speed – they seem to “flow” from her and must be coming direct from Spirit. Lynn has given these poems to Maidstone Spiritual Development Centre and we are of the opinion that they ought to be published. If anyone has any ideas on how we could go about this, please contact us at msdc@msdc.org.uk - in the meantime, we will put them on the website periodically. This poem comes from the first book “Writings from Hop Cottage”.
Soulmates
Somewhere in the darkest night there shines a star
In the depth of gloom all is not lost
I scan the darkness wondering where you are
Your spirit soars so freely since you crossed
Your burdens dropped you are no longer crushed
By worries of the world that I inhabit
Into our loved ones’ arms you swiftly rushed
So glad to sense that you had finally found it
You’d reached the place of peacefulness and love
The place you yearned for all your time on earth
So you will never have to work to prove
Yourself to others now God knows your worth
For you were such a shining light down here
I miss your presence in the here and now
Yet I have learnt to suffer all this care
Because you are still with me everywhere
You’re in my dreams, you’re in my heart
You’re in my very soul
As soul-mates we will never part
Two halves together make us whole.
Marian Reader 2003 Copyright.
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