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Angel Wood Rise
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The Secret to Being Content
To be peaceful is to be free from expectations and to want nothing from anyone. Take the initiative and be generous. Lead the way and do something. This is the secret to being content in all circumstances. Interfere Lovefully One of the deepest habits we learn is interfering in others' lives. Even if we are not actively interfering there is a good chance it's happening in our heads. Then, when people don't do what we want them to do, which is usually all the time, our ability to relax is non existent. If you want to interfere successfully in someone else's life, try this loveful approach. It begins with acceptance, continues with acknowledgement, is empowered by appreciation and ends in actualisation. Only in this way can we help others be all that they can possibly be, and what else is life for, but to help others to be all that they can be. Only by making love practical in this way, can we heal our own habits of criticism, envy and blame. Accept, acknowledge and appreciate. It doesn't mean you have to agree, comply or condone. The paradox is that we ourselves will receive the same in the process, not only from ourselves, as we become what we give, but from others along the way. Why? It's the law!
Look Before You Leap
Angels An angel is a guest for he cleans up behind him. Where there has been misunderstanding he returns to clarify, where there has been hatred he offers love. He is never without gifts and always without burden. Forgetting and Remembering Life is a game of forgetting and remembering. You are losing the game when you ... forget who you are and what you are doing here, remember the false things of the past and what they did to you. You are winning the game when you ... remember your true identity of peace, remember the One who is always peaceful and has unconditional love for you, forget the troubles of the past and move forward with the lessons learned. Observe what you remember during the day and what you forget. Feeling Great
Like A
Star
At the end of the day, on the wings of your thoughts, go beyond the cares and troubles of the world. Remove your mind from everything and everyone, and become blissfully detached, like a star. Like a star, be free to radiate light, for your essence is light and peace. Enjoy the simplicity of the night sky, the peace. And then, when you want to, you can shoot down to earth. Honesty & Clarity Honesty does not mean simply speaking your mind. Honesty means to be very clear about everything going on inside you. Where there is honesty, feelings become pure and clean. Honesty is where there are no other thoughts or feelings inside, other than those that God himself would have. Such clarity is reflected in your words; they will be filled with the power of truth, and spoken with ease and without hesitation. The genuine honesty cultivated within you is what will reach out and touch others.
Self - Sovereignty Subservience to my negativity is a very precarious existence as I can never be sure how well I will handle a difficult situation. With practice it is possible to create appreciative and compassionate thoughts; then I no longer need to indulge in resentment, bitterness or dislike. Training myself to react calmly and wisely offers enormouse dividends. Let me talk to myself silently with love and encouragement, balanced with firmness, and like the wise old sovereigns of fairy stories, let me rule the inner kingdom of my mind with benevolence. Special Soul You are a special soul who easily destroys obstacles with the generosity of your overflowing heart. Gossip and Slander The man who has time for gossip and slander has no time for success. Change
A fearless soul learns to adjust, understanding that change is the only constant in our lives.
Peace of Mind
Peace of mind comes not from wanting to change others, but by simply accepting them as they are. No Nourishment Like Happiness It is said: There is no nourishment like happiness and no illness like worry. Constantly eat the nourishment of happiness. Give Happiness Great souls take advantage of every moment and every opportunity to give happiness to others through kindness in their thoughts; such souls are willing to overlook weaknesses and mistakes and have the desire to help everyone reach their potential.
Smile and Say "Hello"
In life you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "Hello". The Colour of Flowers Leave worries aside and you will be surprised by the beauty of the sky and the colour of flowers, of the freshness of the breeze and the generosity of the sun. You will feel you are part of creation, and life will start to make sense. The greatest wealth is to appreciate what we have and what we are. Eternal
Star
There is a part of you that is perfect and pure. It is untouched by the less-than-perfect characteristics you have acquired by living in a less than perfect world. This part of you is a still and eternal star. Make time to reach it and this will bring you untold benefit. Totally Happy My heart is full and open. Flowing with pure good feelings and good wishes for everyone. I follow my spontaneous instinct to give and I am totally happy. Divine Help Many
times people report the feeling of divine help and strength when they come close to breaking point. Actually divine help is
always there, but I am usually so busy doing things in my own little way that I only look for it when I face absolute defeat.
The tranquil nature of enlightened souls comes from their ability to take God's help constantly. A state of true surrender
will lead to the feeling of victory in everything I do.
Higher Than the Sky Keep wearing virtues as your ornaments. Keep loving others. Keep giving regard. You have to go beyond the stars. Keep thoughts higher than the sky, and abundance of patience like the earth. Keep spiritual love in your eyes. ------------------------------ Daily Thoughts from www.thoughtfortoday.org.uk
when you passionately seek and there's no one to be found. When dark clouds linger to long to bear, when life seems empty, does anyone care. Just turn your head towards the skies to see clouds of silver lining, the angel of love and compassion is shining. Pouring angelic shafts of warmth, brilliance and radiant gold, and your journey through life will then unfold. Without doubt, without worry, without sadness from now on to afar, you are special and counted like the heavenly star. For the angel of love will give you hope, courage and wisdom from above, drenching your soul with hope, charity and everlasting unconditional love. Your angel will guide you from gathering storm clouds to brilliant blue, you will feel uplifted through and through. And when your burdens pass, just give a little sigh, give thanks to your angel who remains close by. So remember your plight when others are weak, point them upward and let them truly seek, the same kind of help from angelic hosts above, that you welcomed, so pour on their troubled souls a sprinkling of angelic love. By: Paul John Damari 28th May, 2007 Copyright: Paul John Damari
To everything there is a season A time for every purpose under Heaven A time to be born and a time to die A time to plant and a time to pluck what is planted A time to kill and a time to heal A time to break down and a time to build up A time to cast away stones and a time to gather stones A time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing A time to gain and a time to lose A time to keep and a time to cast away A time to tear and a time to sew A time to keep silence and a time to speak A time of love and a time of hate A time of war and a time of peace Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8
This is the poem I was refering
to earlier. I hope you like it. i'm sure you will probably have come across it
before. It's been useful to me over the years when things haven't always gone to plan, and has become the philosophy I live my life by in many ways..... The Divine Weaver My life is but a weaving Between my Lord and me; I cannot choose the colours, He
works it steadily. Sometimes he weaves sorrow And I, in foolish pride, Forget
that he sees the upper, And I, the underside. Not
till the loom is silent And the shuttles cease
to fly, Shall God unroll the canvas And explain the reason why. The dark threads are
as needful In the weaver’s skilful hand As the threads of gold and silver In the pattern he has planned. Author Unknown God bless you and keep you safe. Much love Nikki Tanner
Tribute to my lovely Dad Ken Last from Daughter Anita I've just been looking at the inspirational words on your 'Angel Wood Rise' web site and I wondered if you would publish the attached poem on the site as a tribute to my lovely Dad. Give Them The Flowers Now was one of his favourite poems. Love from Anita.
Death is Nothing at all Death is nothing at all... I have only slipped away to the next room... I am I and you are you... Whatever we were to each, that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, Speak it to me in the same way you always used. Put no difference into your tone, Wear no false 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 effect, 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. I am but waiting for you for an interval Somewhere very near Just around the corner. All is well. Henry Scott Holland 1847 - 1918 Canon of St Paul's, London
God’s Garden by Dorothy Frances Blomfield Gurney (1858-1932) The Lord God planted a garden In the first white days of the world, And He set there an angel warden In a garment of light enfurled. So near to the peace of Heaven, That the hawk might nest with the wren, For there in the cool of the even God walked with the first of men. And I dream that these garden-closes With their shade and their sun-flecked sod And their lilies and bowers of roses, Were laid by the hand of God. The kiss of the sun for pardon, The song of the birds for mirth,-- One is nearer God's heart in a garden Than anywhere else on earth. For He broke it for us in a garden Under the olive-trees Where the angel of strength was the warden And the soul of the world found ease.
Clare He was a just a homeless person, On the streets he’s often seen, Trying to sell his message, Selling his homeless magazine. He stood cold and hungry, Looking at all who passed him by, Sometimes someone brought one, While others were to shy. But most were busy shopping, They thought he looked a sight, Only saw his appearance, To blind to see his light. Thankfully all are not the same, One is approaching along the street, Clare, while out shopping, She and homeless meet. Fate that day was smiling, For both a silent treat, A magazine seller and a lady, Two lights for a moment meet. Between them no words were spoken, A glance and act said it all, It only takes a little gift, And a smile to make one tall. Clare disappeared into a shop, Only gone for a little while, Returned with drink and food, An angel with a smile. This gift reminded him he was still a man, And some people do love and care, When two hearts are on a single thought, It’s a warmth all humans share. That day changed his mind about human nature, Because of a kindness done that day, He learnt to see the lights in others, As she slowly walked away. Pete Hancox
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee; A poet could not be but gay, In such a jocund company! I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
Me
Mums Black Pudding "Oh by gum I can still smell it, Mum by the fire grate stood, The aroma of yesteryears breakfast, Of me mum cooking black pud. In a large old black iron saucepan, Lard was sizzling and spitting out fat, Dads asleep on the sofa, As sis and mum had a chat. In the pan were pieces of black pudding, And bacon half covered by beans, Eggs and chips covered in black bits, A breakfast I still taste in my dreams. Mum puts a plate in front of me, On top of our newspaper cloth, Bread cut thick as doorsteps, Jam-jars of tea from the pot. Mom takes the pan from the fire, Plops the whole lot on me plate, Covers the lot with ketchup, Winks and says, "Get that down ya me mate" That heavenly smell goes up me nostrils, Also the bread Hovis bakes, Alas I’m back in the present, With a bowl of soggy Cornflakes.
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