Valley Of Silence

Valley Of Silence by Fiona Macleod.

“In the secret Valley of Silence no breath doth fall; no wind stirs in the branches; no bird doth call: as on a white wall a breathless lizard is still, so silence lies on the valley Breathlessly still.

In the dusk-grown heart of the valley an altar rises white: no rapt priest bends in awe before its silent light: but sometimes a flight of breathless words of prayer white-wing’d enclose the altar, eddies of prayer.”

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And Breathe…

It’s the weekend, thankfully! 

It’s interesting, although my mind/body cries in outrage this morning, how the feeding on stress and speed, desire and ego, the actions/reactions that are born out of this “stream” are so destructive. And yet here we are, all madly consuming. 

Be it data, information, going to the supermarket, so on and so on. 
However when one empties out, finding that “place” in the heart and once re-connected with, all love and beauty flows from there. 

I notice this as I write this morning. Instead of spending last night chilling out after a hectic week at work, in quiet contemplation, prayer and just *being*, re-finding my “core” again before taking up the weekend, I went headlong and continued feeding, consuming and perpetuating that current of stress.

It’s amazing when you really start to pay attention to your thoughts, body, actions, reactions and what “place” they come from and the relationship, correlation or choreography of that within the outer environment, how clearly we can begin to see what’s really going on. And just by doing really simple things like this.

Stop. Empty out. Breathe.

Try it sometime. You might be surprised at what you find!

Silence.

Photography: Olia Pishchanska.

Seeker: My Lady…

Spirit:
Indeed my dear, I am ever near. I am the presence in the cracks, in between the tracks, I am anything and everything. I am not confined to space and time, I can shapeshift through all, I can exist in all and in all times. But you know it is I when sparks fly, I am the cause and the reflex.

Come to know me in those times. You will learn to recognise me. The eyes deceive my lovely but the heart does not. Follow me there.

And should you get lost on the way my dear, close your eyes, lend me your ears, give your-self to silence; let your being become one with mine. Once there, in the silence, you will hear me roar; 

and I will fill you with awe. 

Deep Peace.

​Deep peace from the veil I give to you. 

Deep peace I breathe gently into you. 

Deep peace has my kiss as I kiss you.

Deep peace as I murmur to you. 

Deep peace from the veil is my gift to you.

Image: Krist Mort

Image: Olia Pishchanska Dreamcatcher S Glhuo Absu Photography


“Deep peace I breathe into you,

O weariness, here:
O ache, here!
Deep peace, a soft white dove to You;
Deep peace, a quiet rain to you;
Deep peace, an ebbing wave to you!
Deep peace, red wind of the east from you;
Deep peace, grey wind of the west to You;
Deep peace, dark wind of the north from you;
Deep peace, blue wind of the south to you!
Deep peace, pure red of the flame to you;
Deep peace, pure white of the moon to you;
Deep peace, pure green of the grass to you;
Deep peace, pure brown of the earth to you;
Deep peace, pure grey of the dew to you,
Deep peace, pure blue of the sky to you!
Deep peace of the running wave to you,
Deep peace of the flowing air to you,
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you,
Deep peace of the sleeping stones to you!
Deep peace of the Yellow Shepherd to you,
Deep peace of the Wandering Shepherdess to you,
Deep peace of the Flock of Stars to you,
Deep peace from the Son of Peace to you,
Deep peace from the heart of Mary to you,
And from Briget of the Mantle
Deep peace, deep peace!
And with the kindness too of the Haughty Father
Peace!
In the name of the Three who are One,
Peace!
And by the will of the King of the Elements, Peace, Peace!”

~ Deep Peace By Fiona Macleod, The Dominion of Dreams Under A Dark Star.