The Mirror of My Soul

My blog is like a mirror, reflecting only me.

Sharing with the World and dreaming of what could be.

It’s a bridge to heaven, the Earthly kind,

Helping people see it’s all a state of mind.

Love, Live, Laugh and Learn is the name,

As to me it’s the keys to this game.

I’m on a journey and what I’ve discovered,

Is that divine connection comes from loving each other.

My heart’s so full I feel it might explode.

So if I don’t write this blog I might implode.

My goal is simply to inspire.

As this is my heart’s desire.

I hope you like it and stick around,

Even if you don’t make a sound.

When there’s no comments it does get lonely.

So why not join me and chat about If Only’s.

Love,

Rashelle

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Adeo Salus

 

Adeo : to approach, visit, come to, undertake.

Salus : health, safety, well-being, salvation / salutation.

Picture by Rashelle Reid
Picture by Rashelle Reid

Gifted to the people, with a Golden Key.

From those who walked before us who gave so generously.

Sitting barren and deserted, with locks upon the doors.

No longer helping anyone with all their pain and sores.

Memories of the service aren’t filled with joy and glee,

Dentistry more like torture and sex advice for free.

Adeo Salus greets your eyes as  you look above the door.

Begging you to question the tales from old folklore.

Philanthropy was part of this magnificent town of ours,

Poets, Patterns, and Pride in some of our finest hours.

The snail case must have contributed to the culture of blame,

And when we think of the witches, many hold their head in shame.

With curiosity I wonder what else was lost,

When the libraries were looted and the bombs were dropped.

It seems some knew the secrets of the Saints and Sages,

The magic of the Alchemists passed throughout the ages.

We’ve cut off the life-bringer, directly at it’s Heart,

Built shops upon the river, known as the Cart.

The arteries are clogged and the wells run no more,

And maybe it’s time now to open up the shore..

Let the energy come back to life,

Welcome good times, say goodbye to strife.

I know there is investment, but who does it serve?

As once again the Council do a body swerve.

The green-belt will soon be as thin as string,

That’s if they decide to leave anything!

With purpose let’s sit together and see what we need,

And let our Council serve it’s people not get lost in the greed.

If each one of us, took some time to care.

There’d be thriving communities for us all to share.

Could the flame of the heart be reignited?

By discussions and ideas from those well cited.

Maybe a hub, with an alternative view,

Maintaining the focus, It’s all about you.

Healing, learning, debates all in one central space,

Co-creating together in divine grace.

From surviving to thriving, it’s easy you see.

When you change your thoughts from me to we.

©2012 copyright ~All Rights Reserved www.rashellereid.com

Eternal Bliss

There are many stories of things that could be,
Prompting me to notice that life is not all we see,
Yes there are dangers and things that appear so real,
And, I wish to share with you how it makes me feel.
I am made of star-dust as you are too,
I am trapped at times in this body,
That separates me from you,
Though it’s my home for the time being,
It’s not the only possibility that my eyes are seeing.
I can fly I’ve seen the view,
And when you’re free you can too.
The spirit has no boundaries, it can touch any heart,
Even when geographically, we’re thousands of miles apart.
The times they are a changing, of that there is no doubt,
And there are many threats that could potentially wipe us out,
What if they are all designed in this great plan,
To simply let you see that you’re more than just a man.
Whatever happens now my only hope is this,
That I will walk with you my friend when we meet in eternal bliss.

Copyright Rashelle Reid All Rights Reserved
  

The Truth Matters

The Truth Matters was her message, as she shared stories never told.
By the media and Big Pharma who don’t want us to be so bold.
To question everything and look among the lies,
Seeing the symbols used it takes you by surprise.
72 names was the message she shared with me,
As we sat at the kitchen table and shared ideas of what could be.
Our vision was the same but our starting point was not.
As I observed the mind stories in which she’d gotten caught.
Perfect health the affirmation, while inside the truth was told.
The cancer of our minds had really gotten hold.
It’s a crazy, World we live in and the dis-ease it runs so deep.
I pray that you’ve found peace now as you’ve fallen fast asleep.
My heart tinges with regret at all that could have been,
If only more minds would open to the things you had seen.
I look up to the heavens and wonder where you are,
And I’m sure I see you blink as a super, shiny star.

In memory of Ann Knox, Creator of The Truth Matters, gone but not forgotten.
  

Dissolving the Illusion

As I read the daily news, reading stories and hearing views,

Celebs and Royals dominate the pages,

There are no words of the Saint and sages.

Conditioning some call it,as the stories unfold,

Leaving the truth rarely told,

Our rights you see, are being stripped away,

By puppets of power every day.

Yet few seem to notice as they go about their life,

Oblivious to the potential strife,

A New World Order is badly needed,

But not one that sees people super-ceded

Agenda 21 and Codex Ailmentarius, are gaining some speed,

And that’s why I encourage each of you to read,

It’s up to us, we all must stand,

Face our fear before it gets out of hand,

The answers they tell you are inside you,

Listen to your body it knows whats true,

Stop repressing your anger, let your voice be heard,

We’re not sheep or cattle so step away from herd.

It really is all love but how can it be,

With all the evil I’ve seen in front of me,

Levels of vibrational Energy is the clue you need,

To move to Bliss from apathy and greed,

Now it makes sense and I see the way,

to humanity’s brightest day,

Dissolving the illusion really does start with you,

Choose courage my friend, and together we’ll rise,

And as one we’ll shine like stars in the skies.

Rashelle x

The Little Drummer Boy

The tide has turned, you’ll know what to do.
As you see madness unfold in front of you.
Portals of possibility and infinite potential,
Ascending to Heaven and being multi-dimensional.
Life as we knew it was all about matter,
Stereotypes, judgement and endless chatter.
At last the depths were revealing themselves,
As I sat on the brink between Heaven and Hell.
3-D to 5-D how would we know,
Is it possible we’ll see the glow?
Not with eyes filtered with fear,
It’s love that makes our vision clear.
The truth was hidden there is no doubt,
As we enter the Golden Age and it all comes out.
The code’s been deciphered and the clues re-written,
And somehow I found myself sitting in Heaven.
Looking in the Master’s eyes I heard the drumbeat to my surprise,
The dance has changed, it’s clear to see.
But where will it lead you and me?
I knew the story had made no sense, but why would he crack it, if it was the end?
A new beginning the choice is here,
Will we choose Love or stay trapped in fear?
The cycles you see are all concentric,
The biggest secret is it’s all geometric!

It’s Just An Illusion

A gentleman, oh my! It’s just an illusion.
Though I can see, what caused the confusion.
The airs the graces, the fancy clothes.
Hides what’s right before your nose.
The word itself should hold a clue,
to what to expect in front of you.
Gentle is the touch of Grace,
A way of being as intricate as lace.
Conquering is not the same,
it causes only misery and pain.
Although the title Lord was bestowed
On the man named Walter, with the fine clothes,
There are other labels that he wore well,
Ones that are more reminiscent of hell
Conqueror, thief to name a few,
From Wenlock he brought his faithful crew
A Priory was built to convert the rabble,
And the fox began preaching to the gabble.
The truth is lost for many years,
blinded by the grief of tears.
And yet now, somehow it shines so bright,
For many have shone their radiant light.
The dance has changed now and with it comes,
The truth about the most radiant one.
His voice has been loud, but the message is lost,
He said “I’m your brother” not I’m your boss!
The message distorted, is what caused the strife,
He honoured the Divine Mother and perhaps his own wife.
He captured hearts but not with might,
He led the way to heaven’s delight.
And yet half the story has hardly been told,
As somehow the words become about control.
Crucified for all to see, is the story that was in front of me.
Though I didn’t know what, the chord felt wrong,
How would we ever hear his true song?
Unlike the Roman’s his story was clear,
Spread love my children, not fear.
The martyr of martyrs message was love
Not to be terrified of God from above
You’ll burn forever was the church’s mighty shout,
As they seemed to forget he put the money lenders out.
It was the meek, the sick the poor, even her some call a whore,
Who he beseeched with his tales of yore.
The kingdom he told them is inside of you,
You don’t find it in churches or temples of worship,
It can only be found in your mutual kin(g)ship,
Love each other and you will see that his message was for you and me.
He said “I AM” the Truth, the Light and the Way
Walk with me to your brightest day.
There’s something that’s true for us all.
Before we attach labels and become the role,
He didn’t say he was the only one,
We are all the creators daughters and son’s.
We renamed the divine in the label God,
And in our translation the Truth was lost.
I AM that I AM is what we were told
and if I may be a little bold,
I can lead you to the magic door,
where you can live forever more
If your cell’s were filled with divine power,
Why would you worry and fret this hour?
And yet they are, because here we see,
What was always in front of me,
I AM, is what we have in common,
It can’t be lost, only forgotten.
And yet somehow the time has came,
For u to remember we’re all the same.
We are divided there is no doubt,
Yet Peace on Earth is Heaven’s Shout.
Shall our voice join the choir,
Or will our World be set on fire.
Keep the Faith is the message I hear,
As destiny whispers in my ear,
The Golden Age is here, can it be true?
Is this what’s in front of you?
How good can you stand it, is the question I ask,
Even though I can see the enormous task.
Pure potentiality with the World at our feet,
And here’s the bit that can change the beat,
Separate, there is need to fight,
for violence and the rule of might.
As one with our Creator and all that is,
We can begin creating with eternal bliss.

Inspired by reading Kilbarchan – A Parish History

http://www.archive.org/stream/kilbarchanparish00mack/kilbarchanparish00mack_djvu.txt

The Red, Red, Robin

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I was visiting a friend this morning who recently lost someone very close to them and they were telling me this lovely, little fellow had been paying him visits.  Needless to say I got the camera out and the bobbing little fellow wouldn’t stay at peace for a minute, but I managed to catch this picture before coming home to learn more about the symbolism of the Robin.

The following information and more was found on http://www.whats-your-sign.com/animal-symbolism-robin.html

“The red robin reminds us it’s time to shake the sleepiness out of our head (both figuratively and literally), get alert, get moving, and start enjoying life! Spring has sprung, tides have turned, and no matter how crummy or grey our world has been it is time for new beginnings! Enjoy the bright road ahead because it’s only going to get brighter!

Not only is the robin a promise of new beginnings with the new cycle of spring in our midst, it carries symbolic meanings of cheer, joviality and lightheartedness. We can see this in the spring of the robin’s step, and it reminds us of that wonderful song I quoted in the intro of this post. The song also hails the message: “Live, love, laugh and be happy” and that is precisely what the symbolic meaning of the red robin tells us too.”

I felt this was an incredibly synchronistic message for my friend and loved how the title of this blog is almost reprinted in the description, so I thought I’d share it here too.  Hope you enjoy it’s buoyant reminder.

Love,

Rashelle x

Death is Nothing at All

Yesterday was an emotional one for me, a time of saying good-bye to a friend and usually not the type of thing I’d share here on the internet but this is my little tribute to a woman who showed so much courage and spirit all her life, a life I only glimpsed a tiny fragment of but am honoured to have shared. She had assigned me a task to pass this reading to her family when she took leave of this physical world and I know she’d want me to share it with you too, in the hope it reaches someone who may benefit from its soothing words. Life is precious, embrace it with your heart wide open and as the final reading reminded us yesterday, slow down and enjoy the dance. Bright Blessings from my heart to yours, Rashelle xox

Death is Nothing at All
Henry Scott Holland

Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped away
into the next room.

I am I,
and you are you;
whatever we were to each other,
that, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name,
speak to me in the easy way
which you always used,
put no difference in your tone,
wear no forced air
of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we shared together.
Let my name ever be
the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect,
without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all
that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just around the corner.

All is well.

Looking Beyond…

Fantasy Fairies073

Sometimes we look beyond,

And dream of what should be,

Forgetting that where we focus,

Is only what we see.

As we pine for nature in the concrete mess,

Our hearts get weary, our bodies stressed,

A simple shift is all it takes

To soften all heart-aches,

I am here before your eyes,

As the rain falls slowly from the skies,

And the tears run down your face,

I pray your heart feels my grace,

Your pain, it is clear to see,

Is that you’ve separated you from me,

As the drops trickle down the pane,

Do you see the miracle of rain?

The cars, the buildings and all that is,

Is a symbol of eternal bliss.

Though man-made they’re still divine,

As you and me are eternally entwined.

No matter how it looks, sweet friend,

I am here, there will be no end.

Together we arise, as once we fell,

Now its time for creating heaven not hell,

I mean for the many not for the few,

Cos just like me, they are part of you.

Forgiveness is the key you’ll find,

To all the treasures deep inside.

With weeping hearts we all have seen,

What happens when men turn mean,

Now, it is time to celebrate,

As we journey to our divine fate.

Heaven on Earth for all to see,

Let’s do it together, you and me.

Namaste’

Rashellle Reid, 2012

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