What’s Behind the Sun? Part Two
By David deRoeck
It is that time again and a
multitude of things have taken place since our last journey of words into the
cosmic soup of life. Some are of breath
taking wonder some are bitter sweet of selfish sorry mixed with anticipation of
glory. Just to say a very Bright Light
has moved to the next part of her journey through everlasting life I speak of
my dear friend, mentor, inspiration who
has created a legacy of wonder for all to meander through and learn, Lady
Olivia Robertson ever Shining Forth we will miss your corporeal presence.
After my last article of
“What’s Behind the Sun” I received a few messages about explaining the Heart
being a Black hole. Well here goes when you look at the condition of life in
all its forms we are governed by certain laws of we will call them the cosmic
order, these are immutable and constant they apply to all life that is in this
dimensional form and what I mean by that is a carbon based framework. If one looks at it as the Cosmos being a
grand consciousness that is an image of the source of the universe all things
are living nothing can ever die it just changes its form from one thing to
another like Mind and Soul.
The Cosmos dispenses life
force to everything within it and mind and soul are the manifestations of light
and life as all things move by the power of soul. So soul moves all the bodies
within the cosmos and soul is illuminated by mind. These are also under the law
of time and change the present comes from the past and the future from the
present everything is made one by this continuity like a circle. It has no beginning and no end all points
both precedes and proceeds each other for eternity. You see we are ever in
motion as the past has gone and the future is yet to come into being, even the
present does not last so how can it be when it doesn’t remain still for a
moment.
The Cosmos works through
turning and returning as time works through increase and decrease as change
works through quality and quantity. All these elements work within each other’s
structure so life is everlasting in its turning and returning in its increase
and decrease as in its quality and quantity. Now when it comes to the Heart
“Back hole” everything is not as it seems we find that bodies and energies are
drawn towards or repelled from us by what we think are unseen forces yet often
we create and bring into being these very forces that act like magnets or slingshots
to those around us. This can be said for virtually all things in our lives from
family to friend’s acquaintances to luck work and what we call destiny. Although we feel powerless to influence or
alter the direction of good or adverse elements we still underestimate or own
words and deeds within this orbit. I would like you to ponder things this way
for a moment when we are drawn to a thing (a sun set, waves crashing on the
shore, a beautiful sound or the smell of wonderful food) we choose to alter our
obit to get a better view or experience of that very thing.
So in altering our position
we put in motion events that direct a course and they go through the laws of
the above. So you can say we move too or
we are pulled too and event by certain laws on our mind senses now these senses
have to apply to those same laws they cannot be more than one thing at a
time. They cannot be hot and cold they
cannot be sweet and sour and they cannot be happy and sad there is a finite
point when the change from one to the other according to the very laws
above. The Heart “Black hole” on the
other hand contains all opposites so instead of being drawn to or sucked into
or walking towards you actually “Fall into” because it removes all thing
preceding therefore all you can do is fall.
This is why the Heart is so
powerful and so enigmatic to our life’s journey that when we move to the next
part we fall into the Black hole and are reborn out the other side of the
cosmic order in a fresh new beginning that is a progression of the previous
circle. That is the life everlasting in
the cosmic order so the more we use our abilities to create and make happen
events that aide and assist our journey by viewing our divine then the more we
will see the divine in those around us.
You see if you are in a dark room standing before a mirror you can see
nothing but if you hold a light or torch at the top of your head shining
towards the mirror you will see in the mirror only the bottom part of you, but
if you face another person and have the light facing them you will see the
reflection of both of you in the mirror.
We emanate light not the
torch light but spiritual light and the more we believe in ourselves the more
we will shine and the more we will see in other that very same light. So as with all things you do when you feel
good those around you will be uplifted but if you feel down or low then trying
to carry others only diminishes your light and increases your burden. So feed your sole with laughter light and
love of you in return it will feed you with light love and an enjoyable
existence as you are the most important person in your Universe you are your
cosmic Heart it is your journey don’t waste it trying to see or be what others
want be You. You can email me at ascendi@ascensionofisis.com or Facebook group Ascension of Isis and
request more insights into your mysteries.
Poetry
Your Aura as Bright as the Shining Sun
Your Heart & Mind as open as Isis' Welcoming
Wings
The Eternal Mother shone right through you Dear One
Warmth, Consideration, Love, Healing &
Understanding from your Blessed Touch
A Changed Being, Awed by your Grace, it Brings
A Million shall miss you ever so much
Go now, fly to the Summerlands on Isis' Wings
You Inspired & Taught so many lives, so many
things
Forever indebted, and you'll be Remembered by All
Etched in our Memories, like Ancient Egyptian
Scroll
I Loved Your Light, Your Life, Tales of Yore
How One could live of Auld & Modern Galore
You are/were indeed Unique
Spritely as a Pixie playing hide and seek!
Thank You my Lady, For All of your Gifts
For All the Hearts you have helped lifts
This Eve of Pink brushed stroked Sky
I know it tis You Floating by.
The Sun God sat high in the sky
Whilst the clouds burst open, downpours of water
fly
Early for my festivities, the inn door was locked
There I was lost, and wet, dripping in my frocks
I was guided to walk up Clonegal Castle Lane
So awe inspiring it was, even in the rain
I came upon theatre doors luckily ajar
In I went to shelter, other guests not far
Soon after I hear a voice
“Hello, anybody here?”
I felt I’ve to answer, I have no choice!
“I am early” I shouted out, peering around the
theatre door
It was Lady Olivia, the Rt. Rev to all
The one whom inspires and leads the festivals
ceremony call
It was yet to be the time for guests
When realising, this is what came next
“Oh jolly good, we can go finish watching Star
Trek”
Amazed at this, as Lady Olivia continued to say,
“Would you like to join me in my private quarters?
To keep warm and dry, it’s Star Trek Weekend on TV Sky”
I was honoured at the generosity, and amused by the
thrill of glee
I hadn’t really thought of Lady Olivia watching TV,
let alone being a Trekkie!
I followed her in with much appreciation and awe
Was offered tea and a chair, once the closing of
chamber door
It was so comforting and rather fun
To sit watching Star Trek, with a Lady, a real one!
It reminded me of my youth, whilst sat with my
elders
Whilst they too were amused by broadcasts
My admiration soured, quite steadfast
I shall never forget this day
It will be reminded now at each May
How I was so honoured, to sit with Lady
Forever grateful, at such kind display.
- Ó Dorn
Simon-Sinnott
Farewell to Lady Olivia
13th April 1917 - 14th November 2013
By
David deRoeck
To this Temple of Isis
She now bids farewell
This Temple of Isis
Her essence doth fill
In this Temple of Isis
We acknowledge her greatness
From this Temple of Isis
We say ‘Au Revoir’ with great sadness.
Her life was full
Her Wisdom great
She influenced many
In every country and state
We are sad at her passing
Of that there’s no doubt
But let’s also celebrate
The life she lead
That like ripples on a pond
Will continue and spread
Her journey to the Stars
Has already begun
Isis and Osiris
Greet her return
Now from this Castle
With great love she is sent
As her body goes forth
To the Piper’s Lament
The Red Silk Coat
By David deRoeck
I
did spy a candle bright shining forth one starry night;
Twas
not the flame that caught my eye but words so pure to light the sky;
Like a comets tail on purple night translucent
fears just out of sight;
When
hollowed heart for some great loss a swirling mind that’s full with dross;
All
the things that were said and done counting costs to see who’s won;
So
as the abacus clacks away naught is naught to end the day;
As
if the road was lost from sight not landscape sure the gardeners plight;
With
one who struggles for feet on ground listening for that Ethereal sound;
And
portals lead through temple door to a sacred space on yonder shore;
The
wisdom spoke in gentle phrase that resonate through darkened haze;
It
moved so swift with sound so clear when touched by light the loss of fear;
As
a piper leads the lament away down leafy avenue at midday;
Through
mystic trees in circles round all crunching steps in silent sound;
To
all the thoughts that do take flight This Blessed Soul is ever Light.
Days of The Dead
(Leona Graham-Elen -17 Nov 2013)
(Leona Graham-Elen -17 Nov 2013)
www.thegreat returning.org
Ed: 17 November 2013
I did fear to speak of Death
In this Time of Dying
Though needs must
Turning inward
The world dies outward
Leaves curl and crumble
Brother Ian, Samhain Eve
Highland Ancestors awaiting
Pipes playing
He spoke of beings in
white
But they had always been
his guides
Four years on
Mother Florence followed
Him through
She said: ‘It is hard, this
dying’
But then she had a lust
for life
The Bright Portal
In a dark November
Now, another four
Passed
I count them out
As they leave us
Lucia of Avalon taking her
leonine flame
Higher
Lady Olivia, Wonder Woman
for The Goddess
And today, as the sun rose
Bright Soul of the Golden
Notebook
Our Nobel Goddess Doris
Who said all women were
feminists,
But she would, wouldn’t
she?
I do fear to talk of Death
Though ageing assures
More must follow
Meantime
In Syria and the Philippines
Death is a Way of Life
I wondered about
Death Having No Dominion
No platitudes suffice, no
poetic easy ending
When friends die
It hurts
We die a little more
It doesn’t matter how many
die
Before or after us
But I count them through
That Bright Gate on The Beach
In India, years ago, whence
I returned, alive, with more
to do
Methought an angel stood
Barring the way
My daughter’s face called me
back
These are The Days for The
Dead
Remember to remember
It is the Only Way Through
But fear to talk of Death
It is
A wise undertaking
From Rosie Weaver:
I wrote the following poem after a vision in 2009. In
the vision a woman lived in a cottage and received a visit from the Goddess
Brighid, disguised as ‘Biddy’… Biddy
Early one February morn, a little old Biddy Comes a
knocking on my door.
Says she to I;
“Can you spare some time and hospitality for the
poor.”
Say I to her:
“welcome, please come on in, have some brew and a
warm.”
She smiles back at me with a face older than the
hills And as the wind whistles outside, She sups her tea and takes her fill.
Says she to I:
“I’ve been known by many names Some have called me
Bride and Brigit of the flames. I’ll take you on a journey so that you may see
my life, I bring a gift of inspiration And bestow Blessings on every wife. I be
a midwife and a healer A Smithy, poet and a Queen, I walk between both worlds,
Betwixt the unseen and the seen.
I be the spirit that dances with Maidens Whom herald
in the Spring, I be the spirit of lovers kissing Exchanging vows with a wedding
ring.
I be the spirit of mothers birthing Bringing forth, a
brand new life, I be the spirit of human toiling Overcoming sadness and human
strife.”
Say I to her: “I’m honoured by your presence, truly I
don’t know where to begin.” Says she to I: “Child, you returned my Blessings
The moment you let me in.”
I turn to her with gratitude Overwhelmed by both
gains, and thoughts of loss, To find that she has vanished But left behind her
Brigits cross.
A symbol of corn woven into death and all that shall
be reborn Says I to myself: “I’ll remember Biddy each sunset and Brigit each
new dawn.”
I hang up the corn dolly in my kitchen, for all to
view Then take my old copper kettle, and put it on for another brew.
I gaze out of the window and see Biddy throughout the
land And although she’s no longer with me, I know that she’s always there at
hand.
Rosie
Weaver 09
After I wrote the poem I sent it to the ‘Isis Seshat’
magazine for inclusion. Thinking no more about it, a while after I woke up one
morning to find that the post had bought a letter out the blue, from Our Olivia
Robertson. She had drawn a beautiful Owl at the top of the page, this is what
she wrote “I want to thank you for an important spiritual message. It took
place when my Great Nephew aged 2 months was desperately ill and hauled into
hospital with convulsions. That night, Thursday 6th January ’11, I heard
strange taps & knocks at the outside door. It was late in the evening and I
felt scared as there was no reply when I called out. The knock-tap continued. I
took my courage in both hands and pulled open the door. There was no one there.
I know Brigid comes at this time. I went to Alexander the baby (Herbert’s)
Father – He had heard nothing even though it was so loud. I wondered had Brigid
come to collect poor little Herbert or was it a Divine Healing? I waited for
confirmation. Next day I opened a magazine and there was your poem on opening
the door to Brigid. I thank heaven (here Olivia draws two outstretched arms) so
Herbert is fine. I shall never forget that nights knocking. I never knew how
much I cared for that baby - His Mother Claire says he is a Love Rabbit. He
always smiles at me. Lots of Love and thanks – Blessings of Brigid, Olivia.”
The Emerald Tablet
Máire Doyle, 30/11/2013
I am the Goddess of your Being;
The Mistress of your Life;
I am the Wisdom of your
Knowledge; The Silence of your Spirit;
I am the Feather of your
Heart; The Lioness of your courage;
I am the sparkle in you eye;
And the mischief in your smile;
I am the lightness in your
footstep; When you are feeling glad;
I whisper softly in your
ear; When you are feeling sad;
I walk with you on your
chosen Path; I guide each twist and turn;
For I am She, your Goddess;
And you and I are One;
A
Dance With Tara
She came to me in flowing
white
coasting across the meadow.
Her lace was soft,
her voice was lost
to birds and buzzing
bellows.
I watched as she drew
herself around
in the morning’s early
waking.
I memorized this creation
dance
so precise and so
breath-taking.
Coaxing me to come to her,
I ran outside my doorstep,
I Jumped across the meadow
quick
I passed by Juniper and moss
so thick
The green so emerald
The lace so white
The sky so blue and golden
The sun was waking up to see
what White Tara was
beholdin'.
Come dance with me in
this light of dawn.
Come stand in this
place I carry.
I’m calling you -
Your heart is true
-
Please hurry now -
Don’t tarry.
The Earth she’s holding
deep inside
a place of sadness and of
sorrow
She asked me to bring her
message through,
to listen well before the
morrow.
Then the Goddess spoke
again,
her voice filled with
beauty that glistened:
I have a message for you
to bring
If only Mankind will
listen
Gaia weeps not for her
own welfare
and nor for My own it’s
clear
She weeps for you and all
mankind
It’s Forgetfulness she
fears
You’ve lost your
way
dear gentle child.
You’ve forgotten who you
are.
The ways of old -
The stories told -
The singing from the
stars -
The children do not play
outside.
They're trapped inside
with games.
The Families
forget themselves
while they stare all day
at screens.
Elders sit in
factories
some call retirement
homes,
while families say
it’s best to
stay
than sit at home alone.
And those trapped in a
body that is still
who need the care
but can’t pay the fare -
could this be the
government’s control?
Food is copied into
something
plastic and diseased
diet soda,
hamburger
oh and let’s add some
onion rings.
Some say it’s food. It
sure seems crude.
I’ll leave that for you
to judge.
but if you look at what
you eat
it’s mostly only sludge.
The water ways
where the dolphin plays
are dumping plastic
swells.
The stars above
they send their love
as man’s garbage fills
outer space as well.
Yes dear gentle forest
child
I bring you here today
To shake you down
and turn you around
and send you on your way
Ask the people of your
world
if they remember how
stories ring.
Of fireside tales
and moonlit trails
the songs that families
all used to sing.
Can you recognize a
Robin’s call
or feather of a Golden
Eagle
or a brown bear’s tracks
or the coyote’s
pack -
do their cries remind you
of these precious things?
On full moon nights
do you offer praise in
delight
for all you’ve done so
far?
Or in the dark of the
Moon
do you leave your room
to look up at the stars?
Look deeply into your
children, my friends.
Look deep into their eyes
!
How can you consume
and consume
and consume
while you take part in
their demise ?
Why is it more
and more
and more
that seems to draw man to
his knees ?
Well, since you’re there
it might seem fair
to ask for some clarity!
Take what is needed and
no more.
be thankful for the gifts
that be
Before fresh water’s gone
or Nature’s nurturing
forest lawn
disappears before
all will see.
Then with just a small waft
of the wind
She gently unwrapped Her
lacy hold.
She floated on across
lawn.
The light had now turned
gold.
Just before the last of Her
white trail
had united with the dawn’s
golden sky,
She turn to me
and sent this plea:
It’s now your turn.
Your post you’ve earned.
Please Go Now
and Make a Try….
I’ll never forget this
vision
of the Goddess of Compassion
as she took her glance
away.
The silent Song,
the Dance so strong,
that changed my path that
day.
I hear her last and final
words daily in my heart
Compassion comes from
remembering -
from your connection to
Earth you cannot part.
Listen well
the stories to tell.
Share gratitude and respect
the land.
You have the tools.
You are no fools.
Your destiny waits in your
own good hands.
You can see this as a poetic
epic
of color and of prose
but deep inside you
know
this is how the Goddess must
compose.
May I simply ask you to take
this account
as a true and trusted
vision?
What I want to say
to you today
is -
It’s your turn now.
Go make them Listen.
Written for the Planet Earth
.
Mana Youngbear, January 19,
2014
themuseinwillits@gmail.com
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