I came to teach

Life, death, energy, transitioning

  What happens when we're born? Where do we come from? We often hear people talking about new babies, "He/She's been here before, a wise old soul".

We all know that energy can be changed but never lost, it's always there even if it looks or acts differently.

It is my belief that when our body dies the energy goes on and on and on in some form or another. I believe this energy is our soul, our internal piece of Gods light and love which is held within all living creatures.

  If everyone knew 100% for sure that death equalled rebirth on earth or something even better would we be so upset when people passed on?
Shouldn't we celebrate instead, knowing they'd completed their journey, finished what they came to do here on earth during ours and their lifetime, no matter how long or short their life here was?
Wouldn't it be great if we could allow ourselves to be happy about such events, the loss of a loved one being celebrated and if they're young, babies, toddlers or teens, being even happier because it didn't take their soul long to complete their stint on earth, efficient in teaching others what was needed from them? If people are older when they leave, celebrate the fullness of their life. All the lessons they were able to learn and pass on.

It’s said that everyone who comes into our life enters for a reason. We’re both teacher and student, all life a lesson. Good relationships and friendships teach us many valuable lessons. Just as valuable are the people who cheat us, hurt us and abuse us.

I came to teach

   

                 
  
I came to teach you

to laugh and let go

to dance in the rain 
and make angels in snow  

I taught you to love,

I taught you to cry

to open your heart

as we both said goodbye

I gave you much pain

You learned not to trust

some lessons are cruel

but learn them you must

I showed you your light

As your soul sings a tune

graduating with honours

you’ll be going home soon.

(Ollie Jezierski 17th March 2012)

Charlie Chaplin, The Barber's speech

 (I love this speech)

I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an emperor. That's not my business. I don't want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone, if possible, Jew, gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other's happiness — not by each other's misery. We don't want to hate and despise one another.

In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.

The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men, cries out for universal brotherhood, for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world — millions of despairing men, women and little children — victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me, I say — do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed — the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people and so long as men die, liberty will never perish.

Soldiers! Don't give yourselves to brutes — men who despise you — enslave you — who regiment your lives — tell you what to do — what to think or what to feel! Who drill you, diet you, treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men — machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts. You don't hate! Only the unloved hate — the unloved and the unnatural!
Soldiers! Don't fight for slavery! Fight for liberty! In the 17th Chapter of St. Luke it is written: "the Kingdom of God is within man" — not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people have the power — the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.

Then, in the name of democracy, let us use that power! Let us all unite! Let us fight for a new world, a decent world that will give men a chance to work, that will give youth the future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power, but they lie! They do not fulfil their promise; they never will. Dictators free themselves, but they enslave the people! Now, let us fight to fulfil that promise! Let us fight to free the world, to do away with national barriers, to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men's happiness.
Soldiers! In the name of democracy, let us all unite!

Hannah, can you hear me? Wherever you are, look up, Hannah. The clouds are lifting. The sun is breaking through. We are coming out of the darkness into the light. We are coming into a new world, a kindlier world, where men will rise above their hate, their greed and brutality. Look up, Hannah. The soul of man has been given wings, and at last he is beginning to fly. He is flying into the rainbow — into the light of hope, into the future, the glorious future that belongs to you, to me and to all of us. Look up, Hannah. Look up.

- Charlie Chaplin, The Barber's speech.

Feel me, Hear Me

For Reg, Janine and Tyde. 

Feel me, Hear me

Sometimes you reach a time in life

where all seems bare and hell and strife

where you can't think which way to turn

whichever way you go, you burn

Your mind is full of tumbling thoughts

a storm is brewing in all ports

can't seem to see the road ahead

no where to land, no road to tread

A foggy landscape, where's the path

Tumultuous storm, so full of wrath

when all is raging, feel the pull

thoughts tumbling over, all so full

Shhh still your mind, let go of fear

Just listen to your heart, I'm here

Feel me, hear me, hold me tight

I'm you, I'm God. I'm all Gods light.

R.I.P Reg. 

Judging/ Judgement

We experienced a very valuable lesson this week on the forum.
 All about judgement.
What is judgement?
Well we found questions coming up, such as, "speaking up for others is a form of judgement...
or is it defending someone"? or speaking your truth?

 If you question a persons actions in any way shape or form, are you in judgement of them?
The discussion caused quite a stir... in the end I think we were all judging and speaking our truths and defending others and ourselves.
Certainly brought out lots of hurt, egos, love, questions and answers.

 I'm sure this isn't over yet, we all still have a long way to go... but we're getting there. :)

 <3

More garden Orb pictures

Pictures taken just after midnight on 20th Nov 2011

I love the different shapes you find inside the orbs

Is this orb behind the greenery or in front?

There seems to be some happy faces in this one too

 My orb pics were always white now they're often green or blue

Another face peeking out... Hiii

Friends fluttering around the orbs 17th Nov 2011

Hope you enjoy the pictures <3

“The first day or so we all pointed to our countries. The third or fourth day we were pointing to our continents. By the fifth day, we were aware of only one Earth.”

–Sultan bin Salman Al-Saud, astronaut

One earth, one people... hope one day we'll all see this - Ollie

The Game Is Over

Lift up your eyes, open your mind

A new age comes upon mankind

See the beauty, feel the light

Ride the waves and hold on tight

Our mother earth in all her glory

Says, “time to write another story”

She shakes and roars, and nations fall

Birthing a new, for one and all

The end of darkness, tales of woe

Evil, sorrow out you go

Now we welcome all that’s new

Goodbye old, farewell, adieu

Welcome light, love and peace

time for all old games… to cease

For wars to end, manipulation

of  earth… and its population

A brand new golden age… is near

In God we trust, nothing to fear.

The game is over.

Ollie Jezierski  7^th April 2011

For all the times I let you down, I’m Sorry….

   We as people are becoming more aware, aware of everything that's happening around us. How small our planet really is in the scheme of things, how we have plundered, pillaged and raped our earth and each other, stolen, lied and committed many other deeds we're not particularly proud of. We've made many mistakes the lessons we've learned haven't been easy.
We are now at a time where we should be asking forgiveness not just from people who we feel we owe an apology to, not only from our mother earth we've taken for granted...but also from ourselves. 
Time to stop beating ourselves, we've suffered. We've paid for our sins our karmic debt is paid in full. 
I forgive myself for all my many mistakes in life. I ask that I be forgiven for any hurt I've caused to others. I love you...I'm sorry.
Life is too short to hold grudges against others... or yourself. 
Forgiveness is the way to heal yourself.
Let go...

For all the times I let you down.. I'm sorry

For all the times that I was weak

The times I turned the other cheek

Times I should have stood my ground

When all my world was tumbling down

I’m sorry…

For running when my road got tough

For never quite being strong enough

To fight the fight and state my truth

I lost ‘me’ somewhere in my youth

I’m sorry…

The warrior buried deep inside

within my heart now open wide

needs you to know how much I’ve cried

my inner strength you were denied

I’m sorry

Know you are always on my mind

In my heart always entwined

You’ll always be a part of me

Forgive me my in…’sanity’

I’m so sorry.

© Ollie Jezierski  4/4/11

Dedicated to Kavan and Katie...(and spirit) so loved and missed <3
Hope to be able to see you again  (Manifesting lottery win)