Scotland – Ponderings from Paisley

13 – Kelvingrove 2020

13 police cars and a helicopter
All heading to the park
Cos the kids are out the house
And it isn’t even dark!
Four months locked inside,
To save those around them
The numbers are so low
the response it does confound them.
Governed by consent
Terrorised by TV
Freedom now a memory
Of how we used to be.

If Only…

I’m boggin’ the day
No guan anywhere
Jammies on, alone
N’ don’t gie a flying
I wish I wiz wae you
But a umnae
Shrugging ma shoulders
Wae a lopsided grin
Looking in the mirror
To see within
Check the nick of you
I say to myself
Then shrug again
Saying wit the hell
The sky’s aw grey
The rain pouring doon
There’s nothing exciting
Happening in toon
Too cauld oot side
To go oot wandering
So I turn up the heat
And staun here pondering
Who’s gonna love you
Now yer auld
And fa’ing to bits?
Who’s gonna love you
Ye’ve lost yer wits.
Will I find my hero,
Is it too late for me?
Forever and ever
A fantasy, it seems
Happily ever after,
In my eyes, laughter,
If only, I whisper,
If only, I dream,
If only…

Sovereignty

You can’t take away my sovereignty, it was gifted straight to me.

You can’t con me out my sovereignty because all your tricks I see.

You can’t destroy my sovereignty, it’s in the life I’ve lived.

You can’t devolve my sovereignty, it isn’t yours to give.

You can’t buy my sovereignty, it comes with no price tag.

You can’t banish my sovereignty or hide it with a flag.

You can’t deny my sovereignty, or weigh it in your hands

You can’t re-write my sovereignty, interwoven with this land.

You can’t coerce me out my sovereignty, with your tainted lies.

You will accept my sovereignty, only a tyrant would deny.

She

She stood lonely on the mountain top, surveying all the World

She wandered back in time to when she was just a girl.

She looked over land and sea, her eyes wet with tears.

She searched for answers in the midst of her fears.

She walked the path back down, determined not to fall.

She answered the silent voice no-one but her could hear call.

She crumpled like a piece of paper, more than she’ll admit.

She moved forward step by step, determined not to quit.

She fell to her knees, laying broken on the floor.

She surrendered everything, leaving her baggage at the door.

She danced in the moonlight as the rain washed it all away.

She sings Halleluiah in praise each and every day.

She shines even brighter, now she walks The Way.

#TheWay #She #Halleluiah

Athena

Athena is home

The temple alight

old structures in dust

at her feet. She raises

her head to the sky,

in thanks. She calls

the artists, the singers,

the peacemakers, the poets.

Come out to play,

it’s our time now

Sing, dance, rejoice

Warm your face

in the rays of the sun

Breathe deep, deeper,

And, deeper still.

Awaken

all of your senses

Let them lift you

higher and higher

and follow your heart

All the way

to Paradise.

Re-coding the Matrix

Copyright Rashelle Reid — Thomas Napier Speir Memorial, Paisley Abbey

“The apparent overlaying of pre-Christian, probably Druidic sites, particularly in the more Celticised regions, by the later Celtic monastic orders would seem to run parallel with the view that the Culdees were the ‘Christian inheritors of the Druids’. In other words the same mystery wisdom teaching would appear to be central to both the Druidic and Celtic Christian philosophical tradition, especially when one considers that both appear to have employed the same principles embodied in an ancient sacred science. For example, the siting and format of their places of worship and also the use of holy healing wells.” Barry Dunford

“It would appear that in the remote past certain geomantic vortex points on the earth’s surface were found to be conducive for the interconnection between sub-terrestrial, terrestrial and cosmic influences and vibrations. A specific vibrational field was created by the interaction of these forces which proved conducive to spiritual activities and higher communement with other dimensional frequencies. It was at these geomantic points that sites of spiritual worship were often established, and thus we find megalithic stone monuments (circles, standing stones and dolmens etc.) and later temples, monasteries and churches, all strategically placed at these geomantic power points and almost always sited in some form of alignment with each other.” Barry Dunford

Click here for more information on Visions of Albion: The Key to the Holy Grail by Barry Dunford.

The Barochan Cross

The former site of The Barochan Cross in Renfrewshire is now the location of a war memorial. It is possible, in the past this was a gathering site for the people to come together as a community for prayer and to discuss issues of the day.

I wonder what would happen if instead of war memorials on the power points we had something celebrating the peace makers, the philosophers, the mathematicians, the astronomers, the musicians, the inventors, the artists, the mystics and the poets.