Memoriam et Opinio.

Re, Memoriam et Opinio.

Nuper sum a renovatur interest in Buddhismus, et fuerit lectio de rhoncus et Vipassana modos meditatio et possedi ratus de re.

Prudentia dicitur quia doctrina causas Buddhist ‘passus’ (fere omnia quod potest motus, corporis et mentis dolor), per memoriam et meditatione potest non tantum ducere beatior vita sed etiam levare velum quod prohibet videns quae vere sunt.

Quod hoc? Bene multis annos, in Australia emi cultello, Numquam vere cogitari multa de cultris sed legere articulus alicubi de nobilis Swedish cultris per adiunxit, de superior ferro laminis sunt ex et de quam acutum possit lamina et quomodo ductile lamina in lignum et stare in manubrio et quam cum in opus adiunxit cultro erit non te, in Rambo in me est salivating. Ego iustus habere.

Super annos cultro abiit a domum ad domum, et ad esse honestum habet non me, multis annis fuerit ferrum et dicitur quotidie culinam, lamina manet acuta saecula et est facile ad exacueret cum opus esse.

Eam abiit cum me in castra itinera in Europa et Australia, licet in corio titulari Computruerunt a annos est fidum cultro vel!

Memoriam usu est a dicunt enim me, difficile est dictu, sed usu quasi per colum solent esse experiar absente servatis vitam in statu memoriam, est deprehendatur claritatem ad quod sum conscius per memoriam, sive accipiens canes a ambulant aut ferientes in lutum emplastrum in nostra tractus. Sic est mindfully lotis usque in alia die cum rubrum manubrio mei fiduciam adiunxit cultro apparuit per aromatibus saponem suds et primum vidi sicut vere est, est cultro!

OK non ridere, ferrum utique semper, re non mutata, quod erat primum mutatum 25 annos non ‘mea’ cultrum, non iam simulacrum ‘Rambo’ in me, non iam illud quale per superbiam mihi, est quid est, cultello.

In ‘mea’ erat, the ‘phantasia salute’ had gone, the ‘superbia dominium’ had gone, the in216;quod quod cultro repraesentat enim me̵fuerantone. Est quid est, cultello.

Hoc mihi primum intellectus in intelligendo quod velum est quod prohibet videns re. Avarus de effercio ego intellectualiter intelligitur sed hoc primum realis notitia de re, res vidi primum motus extra velum, ego, passus, capiens, sine sententia.

Paucis id quidem in secundis secundas et pauci quidem sed nimis typicus disciplina plurimum cultro exciso comprehendens conscientia meae sententiae, subiectiva ego dicentur re.

Hoc got me ratus de obiectum re, bene hoc et a synchronistic disputationem involvit ipse in, qua re in mundo?

Ego respexit ad Politicorum, Medicina, in legalis ratio, more, et quae sentimus objective voluptate tribus, omnes comitante dolor quaedam, est ut sunt natus, nos mori et omnia mutationes. In hoc mortem se est subiectiva ut mortem testimoniales scripta ex enim qui in morgue tabula erant scilicet vivere, nempe cerebrum est vivus et mortem, quae scilicet est secundum opinionem subiectiva, sed tandem mori licet quod est mortem?

Ex rationabili dubio lex, non est dubium quod bene si objectum, Tamquam non essent in republica esse objectivum sive opinio publica disputatione opus.

Ego ferri in cum ista donec interesting conclusio apparuit, obiectivum in mundo separationem formae esse non possunt in invicem.

De cursum est mea subiectiva opinionem!

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Aquam dare vita ad Jorox

 

Tempestas praevenisti me a operantes nuper, sic placuit a ambulare nostrum uiculum Jorox cum camera. In priore incedit vidi par Spanish ICHNEUMON, a bufo ut magna ut a parva eu ​​et nuper a familia petro, utique optimum terroresque video sunt cum ego reliqui camera post! Quare mihi crede mihi justum hoc!

In vertice Jorox est hoc unremarkable foramen in petra operuit in concretum ‘carcerem’ structura. Ut quis est fons, fons qui supplet totum Jorox aquas bibendi et irrigationes.

Sic nos bibendum! Recta de monte, sicut Jorox spelunca incolentium super 30,000 annos. Jorox multa cavernis in quod testimonium inventus ad connectunt homines vivere hic a Palaeolithic tempus, participando frigus mundus aquas cum ACINACES Aliquam tigris et lanigeris Mammoths.

Post in in humanae, diu post ACINACES Aliquam Tiger erat evanuit Muslimus Mauri bibit hoc aquas, et interficiam aqua rivos in in Jorox crepidinem petram ad irrigandum terra et post Mauri abstulit catholica Spanish, molendinis sunt aedificavit per Maurorum irrigationes canales capere virtutem fontem ad molendinum localiter crevit frumentum. Tempore Franco milling frumentum hic illegal, superbus Jorox ex residens qui tenet senex familia molendinum sicut a museum mihi frumentum fuit per nobilis Andalucian Mule per secretum vestigia nocte et moliti in secreto si a medicamento.

Est solum de viginti domos hic nunc, vixit annus duo tantum domos.

Fontem, principium fluminis Jorox fuerit supportantes vitam cum ante historia et per historiam hominis, species vade vidit, et fortasse pauci glacies saecula et adhuc fluit omnes anni agens vitam.

Catholic Templum est oppidum in media, amanter tendebat dum fontem est ignoratum et solus ACCRETUS in eius deformis concretum carcere a via pontem, non una ibi ad gratias vel recipere sanitatem secreta, Quam bene non fuerit plus quam.

"In prima nota indubii sepulturam flaminis (et per extensionem in prima indubii testimonium Flamines et shamanic exercitia) gaudet ad mane Superius Palaeolithic temporibus (c.30, 000BP) Res publica Bohemica in nunc. " http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paleolithic

Ut stetit deinde ad fontem in pluvia ego putet mane homines bibentes aquas, reveritusque hoc donum a terra. A tenebris inferos ut si a nusquam hoc perpetua principium vitae influit ad lucem.

Historice pagani videre aqua ut a porta ad Alii-mundi et principium sapientiae et sanitatem.

In modo, Brigida, in Celtic dea coniungitur medendi puteos et aquas est a ponte catholicam fidem et flaminis-ism de pre historia. S. Birgittae est catholica equivalent.

"In February 1 vel February 2 Brigida celebratur in Gaelic festum Imbolc cum fert primum motus vere terra. Romanorum catholici, Orientalibus orthodoxis Christiani et Anglicans animadverte die festum Sancti Brigida; festum est etiam ut Candela et Purificationis Virginis " http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brigid

Cum fideles tendunt nostris fanum in Candela ego ambulabunt in ad fontem et stare a dum per perpetua pagina humanitas initia. Imbolc est tempus purificationis, Cogita quod aquae in fonte lavabo velim mihi crescit in familiae annus mundi.

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Just a funny story about death.

I have a category namedstrange’, this is for life stories, strange or interesting things that have happened to me during my life, this weeks post is one of thosestrangestories.

This is a very true story, all people and places in this story are real so I cannot identify who and where.

To set the scene, I was working for the NHS in O….., living in a converted ambulance, it was Friday morning before a weekend of raving in the wild Welsh hills.

I arrived at work at as usual at 7 am got a coffee, sat down to be informed of the unit’s previous night’s problems and was introduced to a student nurse who was to be training with us for the next couple of days. While the talking continued I could hear some very deep breathing, in fact one could describe it as a loud gasping. I asked the nurse in charge what that noise was and was told it was J, he hadn’t slept well that night, he had just sat up all night in a chair in the lounge.

The hand over continued and so did the noise until I just had to go and check on him, it just didn’t sound very good to me.

Before training as a nurse I had done half of a course on traditional Chinese medicine, the first two years, the years I actually did , were mainly involved with methods of diagnosis, one of which was pulse diagnosis.

I walked into the lounge and there was J asleep, breathing very heavily with long gaps between each breath.

I took his pulse and realised he was dying, I called the nurse in charge and in he came with student nurse.

I told them J was dying and was met with complete disbelief from the nurse in charge and a look of abject fear on the face of the poor student.

"He is just tired” said the nurse in charge, “He is dying” I repeated,

"No he just breaths like that” replied, a by now, very scared looking nurse in charge.

"He is dying” I repeated.

Now part of me wanted to laugh as anyone familiar with the Monty PythonParrot Sketchwill see the funny side to this conversation, but inside I knew what I had to.

J was about to die. What he may or may not have been conscious of at the time I do not know but ignoring the nurse in charge’s conversation I held J in my arms until, telling him it was all OK that he had nothing to fear, the breathing became shallower and shallower until his life spirit left.

Now I describe this moment as I felt it to be, everything that had been J just seemed to leave his earthly body, it felt like I was left holding just some skin and bone.

The skin and bone let out one last gasp, the nurse in charge said “look see he is just sleeping” I stood up and turned to the other two completely clueless as to what they should be doing and took charge of the situation.

"J is dead, call the doctor” I said to the frozen nurse in charge and beckoned to the student to help get what was once J into a wheel chair so we could take his body to his room.

The rest of my shift was worked and after having a chat with J’s wife I was allowed to leave early.

I got some sleep, woke up and got some food and when the people I was giving a lift to arrived we set off for Wales in my home.

There is something really cool about being a snail, that is taking one’s home everywhere one goes, finally we arrived at the turn off that took us up high into the welsh hills forestry land, as I parked up I felt like I had earned the weekend of fun that was about to happen.

And so at about 11 pm I self medicated (having prescribed myself an ecstasy tablet) and walked down to where the party was taking place. Needing to urinate I walked over to a bush and began to pee, as I looked up at the stars I thought of J, wondering where he was now and asked him if everything was now OK, as the ecstasy began to take effect I continued to think of the day’s events and this time I allowed myself to laugh at the tragic comedy of myParrot Sketchconversation. And then a realisation of my present situation made me really burst out in loud laughter, I had suddenly realised anyone looking at me would have been watching a guy for twenty minutes or so standing in front of a bush holding his willy babbling to himself and then breaking down in hysterical laughter.

I zipped up and joined the festivities !!

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Life Death and the Spirit World

Two unusual things happened  this week, the first was that I read a book! I rarely read anything, I look, I scan, I take on the general meaning but there is always so much else to do that I almost never actually sit down and take the time to just read , think and enjoy.

The second unusual thing that happened was that my uncle finally succumbed to the tumour in his brain.

The book I read took a humorous look at Paganism, ‘Patchwork of Magicby Julia Day. I have always been achild of nature’, my most spiritual moments have been where nature in it’s antiquity spoke to me and when synchronicity opened up new direction . I noticed that Julia Day’s book was written at about the same time I wrote The Map I would like to include this extract from The Map about a visit to Glastonbury.

As we walked up the snaking path up towards the Tor, through theMists of Avalonmy climbing steps merged into the rhythm being drummed out by a group of dreadlocked travelers huddled in the tower at the top of the Tor, every step took me higher, higher into the swirling mist, back to a Celtic dream-time.

Suddenly we broke through the mist, the Tor was now only about two hundred yards away, bathed in the silvery light of the full moon that had been our guiding light.

I Gazed purposefully, straight at the tower, I did not want to look around me until I had reached the vantage point of the tower, the tower stones amplifying the hypnotic tribal rhythm, calling to the spirit of the earth, a metaphorical mouth to mouth resuscitation, breathing life into mythology.

I reached the tower and then allowed myself to take in the most awe inspiring sight I have ever seen in my life.

The moon was bigger and brighter than I have ever seen it before, the stars seemed to have grown and multiplied in number, I have never seen so many, so clear and all this silvery light shone down on the sea of mist below us that covered all but upper parts of the surrounding hills.

As I stood on the Tor I could feel the magic, the power and the spirit of the earth, I was on the mythological Isle of Avalon, at one with spirit and fable, at one with myself.

I was fortunate enough to be given the experience of the preciousness of life’s experience that night in Glastonbury, and as my family mourns the death of a brother, a husband, a father and an uncle it brings back to me that the real magic in life is in its contact with the spirit world to which we are brought when death is close by, reminding us of what really matters in our lives.

My uncle would not of held the beliefs I speak of above but I hope he doesn’t mind me remembering him through the mist of a Pagan perspective that celebrates the preciousness of the spirit in life and the spirit in  death.

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