Monday 9 July 2012

What a Flippin Cheek

Hi folks, did you see what that bloomin Juan is calling me "Er in doors - Edi for short", now I ought to close that doorway off and tell him where to go!!  I'll prove to him that I am intelligent.....da da da dum, now where will I begin......ermmm  ok, did we know that in the beginning man was androgynous, neither man nor woman.  How do we know this............ah ang on a mo there is someone at the door...........

Hey psst, tis me Juan, lets have a quick word whilst er in doors has gone.  Who wants to know whether man was androgynous or not I ask you.  I have something far better than that, just look what I have found in the vaults of her mind......The little people......


Now do we believe in the little people, do we believe in fairies, the little chappie above does as he has just met his first little pixie, he knocked on the door and the door was opened.

There is another soul who didnt believe to begin with but let me tell you part of her story, let me introduce you to Meggan get a cuppa and sit down and relax.

Have faith little Meggan have faith dear soul
Raise up your heart and become part of the "Whole".

The sky on this earth was as grey as could be and it was obvious to Meggan that a storm was brewing, things had not been running very smoothly in this young girls life, her mind was in turmoil through trouble and strife.  Meggan felt that the material mind was a troublesome thing it kept human beings tied on an earthly string.  To be free was her thought, to find peace, to care, to share, to love to feel the beauty of being at one with all things.

Her mind wandered over troubles gone by, the thoughts upset her she wanted to cry.  As she looked up to the clouds so grey she prayed that the light would show her the way.  Entranced in her thoughts and feelings of blue she noticed a cloud gently pushing it's way through.  It changed it's shape, it's colour went white, it altered into a Shepherd of pure delight.  The Shepherd was saying in gentle tones "dear Meggan find peace and look to the stones".  The tears were glistening on her pretty pale face to find peace and love was no disgrace.

Meggan walked in a pattern as she had been told until gently the stones began to unfold.  She came to a boulder which stood high on the ground, she looked for the glory, she searched all around.  Poor Meggan she still felt lost and went back into her mind but the voice it continued "dear Meggan be kind, be kind to yourself.  Just stand and find the peace, let your turmoils cease then look at the boulder, no Meggan do not cry, do not ask why just do it for I, I am a Shepherd and a teacher of man if I can succeed then surely you can.!"

Dear Meggan she continued to stand she felt that the Shepherd had lent her a hand, she gazed at the boulder with a thoughtful eye and then, she walked through, she didn't know how or why.  Her first impression was of darkness but the voice kept on saying "stay calm, stay calm, let your mind see the beauty of love for it is all free.  It is there for all humanity".  As she stood all calm and serene the darkness altered into a beautiful scene.  There in the centre in an old rocking chair sat an old lady with silvery hair.  She was spinning and spinning as fast as she could, Meggan wanted to touch her but didn't know if she should.  There were fairies and elves all working around she felt in her heart the beauty she had found.

Whilst the old lady went on with her task two little elves offered Meggan a flask.  One little elf bade Meggan to drink, to taste the nectar "do it don't think, have faith little Meggan you are now in our care, our secrets of life are yours to share.  We ask that you pass our love all around for in the sharing true beauty will be found.  Now sip the wine true love is thine".  Contentment arose for Meggan had chose to drink, to trust, to give herself completely to these helpers of life.

As she watched the old lady spinning away she noticed the thread act in a peculiar way.  It came from the wheel then  reached way up high, she watched in amazement and kept wondering why but the voice in her ear kept saying "don't fear, don't fear, touch it, don't be afraid, don't worry it is not a charade".  Meggan ventured forward and touched the strand, she held it tight in her lily white hand.  To her amazement she started to rise, the boulder was falling before her eyes.  She lifted up as in a beautiful dream until she saw her Shepherd who had mastered the scheme.

She was smiling in a gentle way, she took her hand as she started to say, "now you will see life is ours for eternity, the worries and troubles are only a test, your inner being will know what is best........"

As Meggan touched the Shepherd's hand she began to feel herself falling.  It seemed as though she was gradually being pulled back to earth.  She closed her eyes hoping that the feeling was unreal, she wanted to stay with her Shepherd but it was not to be.  When she opened her eyes the beautiful scene had changed, she found herself in the same place where she had begun to pray.  She remembered she had asked to be shown the light.  Was it all a dream she wasnt sure, had it all been fantasy, had her troubled mind been playing tricks?  The strange thing was she felt good, she felt at peace with herself.

As she walked along the avenue of trees which would eventually lead her home, she touched their trunks and felt the energies within.  She looked at the sky and noticed the sun now shining through the green leaves.  The storm had passed.  She began to realize the surrounding beauty of nature.  All things were there for man to behold; all things should be loved and treated like gold.  She thought of the trees which are so important to man.  The countless jobs for the users of wood.  Most of all she thought of the wisdom held by the old trees standing high, the stories of life they could relate to the passer by!.

Oh Meggan your troubles are over, you have found the light, your innermost self has won that fight - now was it a dream or was it true - mmm, I am waving to your Shepherd who is waving to you.
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Hey I had better go and leave Meggan for a while, I can hear er in doors returning, her dainty footsteps are nearly here.......
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Oh boy, couldnt get rid of that caller, now what was I saying.....mmmmm   HEY WHERE HAS ALL MY SPACE GONE...that bloomin Juan!!!





2 comments:

  1. lol my grand daughter is convinced there are little faries flying around at the bottom of her garden....every since her playschool put on a play, and she had to dress as one.
    She has a playhouse, all very private of course! she chatters away to herself down there... I asked who she was talking to... she said the fairys Grandma!

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  2. LOL aw bless her Sal, mine were engrossed in the idea of the dandelion clock. I remember as a youngster thinking the same way and watching the clock fly away giving it wishes. lol.

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