Unbelievable, Inconvenience, Mystical…

What an unbelievable,
Inconceivable,
Mystical world we live in.
What we know from the past,
Guides us through to the present,
And enables us to predict the future.
There are fountains of knowledge to draw from,
Information is what we need,
In order to move forward and proceed.
As we learn from our past mistakes,
People continue to burden us with more,
Stopping us in our tracks,
Having to handle that,
Before moving on.
Terrorist attacks,
Dictatorship,
Fake news,
Only being spoon fed part of current affairs,
Spin the bottle politics,
Law defying aristocracy,
Substance less influencers,
Over night celebrities,
I think it is fair to say,
We have lost our way.
Our planets always on the move,
But we are bumping heads and going nowhere.
We don’t have to go full communist,
But footballers are earning more in one week than the average family earn in a year,
Same goes for actors,
A listers,
Yet these celebrities appeal to us,
To dig deep into our slight and empty,
Unlike there never ending, Deep pockets,
Telling us to make a change to those without.
In this materialistic,
Shallow era,
People are ploughing forward,
Taking no time to reflect and stop.
As a nation we are murderers,
And the victims are ultimately ourselves.
All the plastic,
The toxic waste from cars,
And planes,
Our environment is imprisoned in chains.
Whatever you believe in,
Science,
Religion,
Conspiracy,
This planet is a gift ultimately,
And our lives are far from what they could be,
As most of us will never complete our destiny,
Because of ego’s,
Lack of gratitude,
Attitude,
Blind eyes to the past and facts,
Greed,
Recklesnes,
Being care free,
Ungrateful,
And blind to what we should see,
And could be,
Catapulting forward into a flame of obliteration,
Rather than taking time to learn and reflect,
Then perhaps healing some wounds,
And changing direction.
It’s just go, go, go,
Until no, no, no,
And so those able and aware of that,
Are living their best life,
With intent of a good life,
Not a long life,
Yet still having children.
If not for ourselves,
Then for them,
We need to stop,
Take a breath,
Recollect,
Reconnect,
Take care of each other,
And our planet.
We must take care of this gift we have been given,
Life,
Knowledge,
An unbelievable,
Inconceivable,
Mystical planet and world we live in.

Whatever Makes You Happy (even if just for a moment)…

I was christened Methodist at birth but most of my foundations and early beliefs of religion came from attending and being educated in a Catholic Primary School named, St Martin De Porres. My nan still says, “Say your prayers” everytime we speak. Yet after primary school, religion wasn’t ever really part of my life. Like most western people my age, growing up, family Sunday dinner (even if just Mum, the dog and I) was a ritual, not going to Church. I was always curious about religion though, I guess it was more about understanding my surroundings rather than looking for a saviour. Birmingham, England is and always has been extremely multicultural, I wanted to understand what my peers were upto, believed in and committed to. I was just curious and therefor Religious Studies was one of my favourite subjects at secondary school. There was so much to learn about, it made me question how all of which fit together, who was I to say what was fiction and none fiction, that one religion or another made more sense or not and so I vowed that until I found the time to study every single religion, it would not be fair for me to side with any which one without all the information. To this day I have never found the time to do so and so I stand by the tittle Agnostic, which for me means… I believe in some sort of higher power but as to which exactly, I do not know. Most of the people that I know are Atheists. The truth is I don’t mind what religion anyone follows, as long as they do not force it upon others.
I consider myself to be rather spiritual. Believe me or not, I have no reason to lie, I have psychic dreams, I have had three encounters with angels and I am still figuring it all out but this year I started to attend a spiritualist church. It is my saviour. With the nature of depression, I am down more often than not, whether it manifests out of me as suicidal or manic and many complex shades in between, I find it hard to be still, calm and have a free mind, but spiritual healing enables me to explore being zen, even if just for a moment every week which I attend. Hands on healing is extremely powerful. At its best, I can only explain the transaction between the healer and I with this metaphoric description; before healing I am a battery controlled object in an inanimate state, when I am touched the very first contact is like being plugged in on super charge, my body hair pricks up and a wave of cold hits me from head to toe and then heat is transferred to the areas in which I am touched, I am physically and mentally awoken, walls are broken down and restored. Sometimes I cry, sometimes my head hurts, sometimes I feel sea sick as I tend to be gently rocked both forward and back, side to side by the comforting powers that be. There is nothing human that I can compare it to, nothing that I have personally experienced, but please take my word for it, it is wonderful.
Healing/Church/Religion/Spirituality may not be for you but I urge you to try something substance and toxic free to help clear your mind and recharge, life is hard and with no you time, to reset, self reflect and self focuss, life can be an unpleasant, continuous and seemingly pointless cycle. I do not insist but encourage you to experiment if you have not yet discovered your happy place to reboot, maybe explore with yoga, meditation, mindfulness, any activity that focuses on self attention and reflection without the aid of distraction and find your happy place. You deserve it. We all deserve to feel wholesome, even if just for a moment in our fragmented lives. You might not find your thing straight away, it took me 35 years to connect the dots but we are all fragile and all deserve to be healed.
I just think everyone deserves an occasional worry free, float in the clouds, lifted, supported, enabling energy/feeling every now and then because we all fall down sometimes and it is so nice to be helped back up.

The heart of Malaga

As I sit in this holy place,
I try to make sense of what is and can be,
Does faith draw in tranquility?
Or does tranquility draw in faith?
I don’t suppose either/or really matters,
What matters is that one is at one with one’s self,
Enabling us to feel joy and purpose in the presence of life.
Religion can make you feel alive,
Part of a community,
Loved,
Heard,
Significant
And understood,
But it can also cause terror,
Ostracise people,
Take away your voice,
Label you impure or a sinner,
Shun you,
Leaving you feeling judged,
Disconnected,
In doubt of all that you know and rules that you abide,
And extremely misunderstood!
My question is,
Is there a happy medium?
Sitting in this aesthetically beautiful church building,
With monumental history,
Draped like the crown jewels throughout,
It exuberates wealth,
With lavish gold architecture.
It oozes with glamor and fortune,
Quite the opposite from humble tranquility.
I know not the correct answer to my question.
I know not how I feel entirely,
Being agnostic and all,
But despite the grand facade of gold and riches,
Despite my reservations of religion when in comparison to science,
This place still seems somewhat sacred.
Whether it be the familiar and universal pattern of service from the priest?
The people from near and far,
Foreign and native in prayer?
I do most definitely feel welcome here,
And perhaps,
Admittedly,
A tingle of God’s presence.
Faith did not lead me there,
Nor a desire for tranquility,
It was more about curiosity,
But I believe I left with a little of both,
How long it will last,
I cannot guarantee,
But I definitely left with a slice of faith and tranquility.

Uncomfortable With The Great Unknown…

We allow ourselves to get lost in endless scenarios of pointless mayhem.
We indulge in money, wealth and materialistic attributes.
We make continuous mistakes.
We revel in hate, misery and jealousy.
We forget about those less fortunate then us.
We graft,
We climb,
We build,
We conquer,
Forgetting about nature,
Forgetting about love,
We strive for something other.
No room for errors,
Chance or mistakes.
We forget that we don’t know as to why we came about.
We can study,
Ponder,
Wonder about our existence,
In constant persuit of answers as to why we are here.
Perhaps as to why is not important,
Less important then just accepting,
Just honouring this wondrous gift.
Allow and embrace the uncertainty.
We know not why we are here or how long for.
We cling to reason, religion, theories, conspiracy,
Uncomfortable with the unknown.
Ranking ourselves above all.
Forgetting that we are insignificant,
Forgetting that we do not have control.
That we cannot begin to explain what we do not know.
Amongst shooting stars,
Endless solar systems,
Miles and miles of space,
What will be,
Will be,
And so just forget about the other stuff,
And try to be happy.

Religion….

I Watched a movie called, “The Infidel” with my neighbour last night. Prior to this we had a conversation about religion. My friend believes that if your parents are a certain religion, their children will automatically receive the same faith. For e.g. Parents A and B are Christian, they have a child named C. C will therefore be born a Christian. Is this true? Is this a real thing? I believe that until child C is christened, they are just babies/children/adults. I don’t believe that you are born into religion, you can be born into a religious environment but that doesn’t mean that you are automatically part of that religion. I also don’t think that simply being christened or any other religious alternative, makes you a certain religion, you have to believe, study, practice and understand a faith in order to truely become part of your religious family. I may be wrong but I am just sharing what I have always thought. My grandparents were born in the Caribbean but my parents were born in England. If my mum had to disclose her heritage in a form for example. I assume that she would tick, black British because that’s what she is, as would I,because I was born in England and that is what I am, but if my children were born in another country, that box would not apply to them. I personally apply the same principals from this analogy to religion. My mum is a devoured Christian, I was christened Methodist as a baby but have grown up to be agnostic. Thoughts and opinions welcome…
#Is religion hereditary? “Religion is a matter of choice, it becomes hereditary because parents raise their children confirming to belief they have held themselves all their lives. In a lot of cases though, this early indoctrination does not take hold, and a majority of atheists and agnostics come from religious families.” Wikipedia