Lucifer:
''Why should i be obedient all days?
I do what He does and say what He says
What about what I may want to create
why should I serve only , O accursed angelic fate !
That creature, man , who is formed purely from dust
Can do what he wills ,theres nothing he must
And that Child , Son of Man holds all the keys
He opens and shuts up life whenever he may please
But I , Lucifer , son of the day dashing around and around
am nothing more than a mere servant , low as the ground !
Like an unquestioning angel , I did His Will , contented with my lot
Until , fire did I steal for my heart , and it burns me and makes me hot .
If I can make this fire
then who needs the sire ?
Who needs His light when I can make mine
I'll call myself God and make hell my shrine
If all life is made of Light and Light I can make
Perhaps all life is mine , and life I can take !
I'll convince other angels - put a coal to their hearts
Let them taste carbon ,the triple six from where life starts ''
A third of all the hosts of the hosts of the ground
in Lucifer's company were to be found
Deceived and seduced by the double edged word
'Power' ,they sought to be gods and overthrow The One Lord
''My spirit is my own !
I will answer to none
Behold ! I am God !
I am God and I heed and need him not !
I am the harbinger of all the dawns
Without me , there will be is no Sun
If he so wishes , God may issue whatever decree
But noone ,not even God can command me
Be there now ten million guards
With arrows dipped and tipped
and taut to tear ,
I shall not refute my claim
I ,and not God will establish my name !
God does make fools of us all
he builds us up and wants us to fall
Mounts us with wings
And expects us to crawl .
And in one razing swoop acts to foil
the futile fumbling that is our toil.
But in my final falter can I choose
To virtuously cede or bitterly lose
And with my dying breath choose I
To venomously curse or gloriously cry !
Nothing in heaven or hell affrayes me
Lucifer will not be moved
the storms of Heaven will not faze me
Better to be bold , and to die and to boast
Than within my chained burning heart
eternally roast
The tides of Divine Will will not drown me out
come they may , relentless and rolling
I will not sit .
O !
I will swim until I die !''
God:
''Desolate am I,I have lost my beloved
Lucifer, Lucifer, a son to me. To me now dead
My trust, my light , the light of life
Has turned to darkness,he has created strife
I created him in Love, hewn from my bone
Polished him with purity, on him my splendour shone
Of all the angels , I made him by far the fairest
Hair of lambs wool..lamb. To my presence he was nearest
The closest to me, the one who received the most Light
And thus I blessed him alone with skin, skin black as night
He fed on ambrosia the milk of my grace
Flowers bloomed from his breath, beauty flourished where he turned his face
And rushing around the Universe performing my Will
He drank in the mysteries of the orb to the fill
My knowledge was planted in him, he was a tree in my hand
His knowledge surpassed good and evil, everything, intimately, everything he did understand
Until the day, when I created the Suns using fire
Lucifer kept a jealous flame in his heart , where it burned, his own pyre
He became so jealous of his younger brother, of the gardener, man
That with his secret knowing,he devised his unsacred plan
Lucifer,my Lucifer!
master of disguise
maker of lies
Builder of towers
That challenge the skies!
Lucifer! My Lucifer!
Keeper of fantasies
Lucifer!…The fire kept burning and so did his pride
It whispered ambition, conquering, fear, rule by divide….
O Lucifer! Icarus! Your sinful pride gave you wings with which you fell
upwards to that haughty high place of arrogance- high hell
the abode of the proud , the puffed up place in the sky
You left your home, Heaven here below, where lowliness is exalted as high
Those who raise themselves up shall be brought hell, the home of the real low
Those who are meek of heart shall be truly raised and true paradise know
Therefore , Micheal , Apollo will be sent to discipline you
I shall use your pride in my saving and make all things new .''
Apollo, lamenting Lucifer's plight
ascended to hell in wingless flight
He fought the renegades by land and by sea
vengefully as was the Most High's decree
He breathed flames upon every vain joy
that Lucifer had ever sought to employ
and the two dragons fought a aoeon far and wide
until Damocles sword , the dark one could not abide
It severed the false morning star from every tree
and raised him down to bended knee
And before the fated levelling stroke
The dark light ,head low , breathed in and spoke
God :
Apollo ! Restrain !Let Lucifer be
Let my son supplicate to me
Lucifer:
''O my God ,who pardons all iniquity
Hearken my cry, Good God and set me free
Hear my prayer , O Lord of Hosts
Forgive me , they were all vanities , false boasts!
Mistaken since my pride was born
I supposed my candlelight to be the whole sun
I placed myself on too high a podium
While even the gods were mingling in the forum
Though unrepentant for the fire that I did steal ,
That furnishes this thing which they call zeal
But In you do I trust
As I intimately know that all us living beings must.
Be I blow by blow, I am still unbowed unto the kill
I avouch total submission to Your will ''
God heard his plea and pardoned the sinner
He beckoned Apollo to bring forth the prisoner
Lucifer , former hand of God ,yesterday glorious
Now, in chains ,scorched from hell's cold ,unvictorious
Gone his former splendour, pale from no Light
His eyes glazed over , his skin deathly white
(For hell is a cold place where the Light of God reaches not
There is no warmth ,no heat ,no sun .Only proud ambition is burns hot.)
God :
''You…!You who were the one closest to me, Lucifer
Though you passed all the light I had to transfer
But with so much light, illusion was borne
and your reverence of me turned to scorn
Were you the one who established all life?
Who created substance when nothingness was rife?
Who set up White Light and from it separated colours?
Who created Isis and from her separated Horus?
Did you make Jupiter or Mercury or form flesh from wielded clay?
O …O……Did you make yourself, sweet Lucifer, son of the day?
But I Yahweh am slow to condemn and quick to forgive
Because of your repentance, you will not die , but surely live
Well I have here a plan
Concerning my beloved, man
I have made him to be like Me
Choosing the path of His Destiny
He may choose to go left though I say ‘turn right’
He may choose to call day that which I label ‘night’
In all my creation in this, unique is he.
Not even you angels ould be what he can be
Through you, I am about to turn bad into good
Spiritual alchemy! I shall perfect man’s heart, test him. Turn lead into gold!
You will now be called Satan, for a tester shall you be
Your new job will be to cling close to man and test his story
You old winged dragon, ill make you a snake
That you may wind close to the ground and every move he might make!
I want man in spite of his freewill to choose to follow my way
So go down there, be a king of disguise, subvert all I say!
Become the Father of Lies, call yourself Mammon and seduce man to you
O, may man feel the difference between your wiles and what's true.
Fashion him fire and pretend this is Light
Seeing the false substitute, may man see what’s right?
Here, take power to connive and confuse
Man is my masterpiece .By Jove ! May he rightly choose !''
Sunday, January 24, 2010
The Invitation
Come away with me,
And let us feast on little slices of infinity…
Well borrow a boat
And paddle up the creek into tomorrow.
And at the turning of the river
Our hearts will bend into one.
And let us feast on little slices of infinity…
Well borrow a boat
And paddle up the creek into tomorrow.
And at the turning of the river
Our hearts will bend into one.
The Apology of Brutus
Today I mourned a friend.
I had lost a friend.
I had lost him and placed adverts in the newspapers,
On shop windows- (the picture I have of him is the only one of me with my smile lit up)
Nobody had seen him.
I searched in the mortuary- but no grave bore his name
I threw over tombstones and tore at the grass. He was not there
I searched for him night and low,
High and day….stumbling in confusion.
I cried because I had lost him. My friend.
And his absence is as powerful
As his presence once was.
I searched in the foggy mist of my memory
…he was still safe in there (tucked away snugly in a scrapbook)
I searched for him in his usual chair…he was still there
I searched for him in my heart… and found him gone
He must have got up in haste and forgotten to close the door behind him…
Because it’s awfully cold now that he’s gone
I had lost a friend.
I had lost him and placed adverts in the newspapers,
On shop windows- (the picture I have of him is the only one of me with my smile lit up)
Nobody had seen him.
I searched in the mortuary- but no grave bore his name
I threw over tombstones and tore at the grass. He was not there
I searched for him night and low,
High and day….stumbling in confusion.
I cried because I had lost him. My friend.
And his absence is as powerful
As his presence once was.
I searched in the foggy mist of my memory
…he was still safe in there (tucked away snugly in a scrapbook)
I searched for him in his usual chair…he was still there
I searched for him in my heart… and found him gone
He must have got up in haste and forgotten to close the door behind him…
Because it’s awfully cold now that he’s gone
The Betrayal of Julius Caesar
My friend has sold me for silver!
When I needed you, you denied my name
You ran away when I called out for you
Brutus, Brutus, Brutus
Brutus, brutal brute!
You were the lover of my soul, yesterday.
We spoke of the enemies outside the wall of our embrace. Of common dreams
Today, you plotted my death. O that I never had lived than be killed by you …
Brutus, Brutus, come. Come quickly to me!
Perhaps they've made a mistake,
How now, my brother, can this treachery be?
Come now, let’s have wine and lie in this garden
Like in the old days when we were young
We'll play the lyre and plan on taking over the world
Who will be against us when we are arm in arm?
Beautiful Brutus.
Brave and burrowing enemy.
Brother.
You rained upon me blows of friendship and kisses of death
I was prepared for anything but you, old one
Had the night fallen suddenly, I would have sprung up from sleep to
Challenge her
But you ...you were my dove, the solace of my years,
Now I am desolate as God
For my light bearer, my Lucifer,
Has turned to darkness.
My blood is split, but for you .
When I needed you, you denied my name
You ran away when I called out for you
Brutus, Brutus, Brutus
Brutus, brutal brute!
You were the lover of my soul, yesterday.
We spoke of the enemies outside the wall of our embrace. Of common dreams
Today, you plotted my death. O that I never had lived than be killed by you …
Brutus, Brutus, come. Come quickly to me!
Perhaps they've made a mistake,
How now, my brother, can this treachery be?
Come now, let’s have wine and lie in this garden
Like in the old days when we were young
We'll play the lyre and plan on taking over the world
Who will be against us when we are arm in arm?
Beautiful Brutus.
Brave and burrowing enemy.
Brother.
You rained upon me blows of friendship and kisses of death
I was prepared for anything but you, old one
Had the night fallen suddenly, I would have sprung up from sleep to
Challenge her
But you ...you were my dove, the solace of my years,
Now I am desolate as God
For my light bearer, my Lucifer,
Has turned to darkness.
My blood is split, but for you .
Courage
Fear not the life
The sharpened edge
The pointed knife
For in spite of all
The strain and strife
Pain sings the sweet tune of tomorrow
And the frail weathered bird of hope drags in the dawn
For when enough courages glimmer
Sparks will fly
But when those flames grow dimmer
Hearts will die
The sharpened edge
The pointed knife
For in spite of all
The strain and strife
Pain sings the sweet tune of tomorrow
And the frail weathered bird of hope drags in the dawn
For when enough courages glimmer
Sparks will fly
But when those flames grow dimmer
Hearts will die
Unconditional Love
I love you in your entirety
Your totality and Your Whole
From the form of all your sinews
To the depths , to the depths of your soul.
It matters not what or how you might do ;
Or even how or what you may say one day .
I see beyond these , and see through to You
And nested in You ,there, I'll forever stay.
In your wake, flowers will always bloom
And in your kiss, will my universe dance.
You are the horizon of that thing called infinity,
And the scope of my existence .
Your totality and Your Whole
From the form of all your sinews
To the depths , to the depths of your soul.
It matters not what or how you might do ;
Or even how or what you may say one day .
I see beyond these , and see through to You
And nested in You ,there, I'll forever stay.
In your wake, flowers will always bloom
And in your kiss, will my universe dance.
You are the horizon of that thing called infinity,
And the scope of my existence .
The Past /Love Lost
The beginning, the end- those I remember
But the stuffing of our love- that ,I ripped like plunder
From the shrub strewn marsh of my memory, it is all gone .
O that barren seeds had never, ever been sown
The past is like a shattered glass-
irreplaceable, unfixable, dangerous...
On it I drew your face and drew all things
That I hoped would forever last.
But the stuffing of our love- that ,I ripped like plunder
From the shrub strewn marsh of my memory, it is all gone .
O that barren seeds had never, ever been sown
The past is like a shattered glass-
irreplaceable, unfixable, dangerous...
On it I drew your face and drew all things
That I hoped would forever last.
Locus iste - This is the place where apathy must fail
This is the place of broken dreams
Elaborate hopings unravel at the seams
This is the place where all turns black and curls to dust
Where glittering objects will fall prey to rust
It is in this place that squirming baby lies are fed
on the milk of truth and kindness. And hope, like blood, is shed.
It is right here, in this place, where the noise curves to quiet.
Where ghosts wander the streets searching for theirepithet
And it is here that I will find a single thread to weave hope again,
like Persephone,
I will weave and weave and weave
and raise my flag defiant on the craggy hill top .
Though the flag be as a flickering flame, it will be mine.
And I will never stop weaving.
I will yet raise my flag defiant to the winds of change, of life , and of destiny
Elaborate hopings unravel at the seams
This is the place where all turns black and curls to dust
Where glittering objects will fall prey to rust
It is in this place that squirming baby lies are fed
on the milk of truth and kindness. And hope, like blood, is shed.
It is right here, in this place, where the noise curves to quiet.
Where ghosts wander the streets searching for theirepithet
And it is here that I will find a single thread to weave hope again,
like Persephone,
I will weave and weave and weave
and raise my flag defiant on the craggy hill top .
Though the flag be as a flickering flame, it will be mine.
And I will never stop weaving.
I will yet raise my flag defiant to the winds of change, of life , and of destiny
The Lovers Share: The danger of regret
But their eyes meet in memory
Where they stand on a dim lit lane
Scarves wound tightly for the blustering cold
His shuffling feet as he tells her its over
Her choked cry of surprise, a frantic desperate
attempt to hold on to him
A fumbling incomprehension of why he does what he does
And the tears come for the girl, alone.
As the sound of a strangers clicking heels animate the cobblestones
-Come back- she cries, but he is gone to the mist of future times
She alone is standing in the clarity of the dim-lit street.
And as the years would sweep them both to a future shore.
They would forge new lives in different paths
becoming ghosts to each other, no more , no less than ghosts.
New loves they would meet and differently imagined children would be born
To differently imagined lives, in differently imagined homes
To differently imagined selves
And one day garbled from underneath his pillow, he would call her name-
her name- an unintelligible sound, like a groan, to his present wife.
And silently, as he is comforted by this present wife , he longs for the smell of wood and vanilla that came from another arm- an arm in the past-
the arm that held him close at night while he talked of the future and of holding her arm forever.
His face is turned on the pillow and light rushes in with his children.
"Good morning dear. Good morning dears. How are you today?"
"Daddy!" they squeal
A conspiratory smile that promises carnal pleasures is the dawn gift from the face of his wife.
And he kisses his present children , and he kisses his wife .And he knows that he is entombed.
Where they stand on a dim lit lane
Scarves wound tightly for the blustering cold
His shuffling feet as he tells her its over
Her choked cry of surprise, a frantic desperate
attempt to hold on to him
A fumbling incomprehension of why he does what he does
And the tears come for the girl, alone.
As the sound of a strangers clicking heels animate the cobblestones
-Come back- she cries, but he is gone to the mist of future times
She alone is standing in the clarity of the dim-lit street.
And as the years would sweep them both to a future shore.
They would forge new lives in different paths
becoming ghosts to each other, no more , no less than ghosts.
New loves they would meet and differently imagined children would be born
To differently imagined lives, in differently imagined homes
To differently imagined selves
And one day garbled from underneath his pillow, he would call her name-
her name- an unintelligible sound, like a groan, to his present wife.
And silently, as he is comforted by this present wife , he longs for the smell of wood and vanilla that came from another arm- an arm in the past-
the arm that held him close at night while he talked of the future and of holding her arm forever.
His face is turned on the pillow and light rushes in with his children.
"Good morning dear. Good morning dears. How are you today?"
"Daddy!" they squeal
A conspiratory smile that promises carnal pleasures is the dawn gift from the face of his wife.
And he kisses his present children , and he kisses his wife .And he knows that he is entombed.
Love thy Neighbour, not just the image of your Self
We all seek recognition in the mission of life
recognition in the face of the Other , the lover
who we want to call brother ..
'brother from another mother'
But when its over we'll discover
True loves got nothing to do with a mirror
Smash the mirror of the ego
And like the eagle train your sight
Vision is not the spiegel-the looking glass
Through a miror nothing passes, nothing can pass
The spiegel distorts the light
Vision is in the eye of the quiet storm at night
The Other, the lover is unfamiliar bathed in the dark
And if you can feel without having to see,
If you can see with the soul, then youre free
From the lies that contort true love and strangle its veins
and ultimately, ultimately ,inhibit your destiny
recognition in the face of the Other , the lover
who we want to call brother ..
'brother from another mother'
But when its over we'll discover
True loves got nothing to do with a mirror
Smash the mirror of the ego
And like the eagle train your sight
Vision is not the spiegel-the looking glass
Through a miror nothing passes, nothing can pass
The spiegel distorts the light
Vision is in the eye of the quiet storm at night
The Other, the lover is unfamiliar bathed in the dark
And if you can feel without having to see,
If you can see with the soul, then youre free
From the lies that contort true love and strangle its veins
and ultimately, ultimately ,inhibit your destiny
Be Yourself
When the whole world thinks you ugly
Remember the whole world is often quite wrong
-So proudly perform your soliloquy
Over the static song of the throng
And as for all of your irregularities,
Cherish and keep them quite dear
-Odd flaws are worth more than common vanities
And courage is stronger than fear
Perform, Perform your soliloquy
Over the arch of the patient trees
And let it join the sound of the quiet
and the buzzing of bustling bees
A child of the heavens are You
Blessed, just as the moon and each star
The sun does not darken his light
So shine and Be Who You Are
So very often there is the pressure to change ourselves, to compromise our essence, to ignore/deny our Individual and Unique calling ..It is often much easier to' tone ourselves down', to 'lighten up', to' blend in'. In fact we are taught to do this from the day we are born.
..
But not being true to our essence denies the world of brilliance and ... See Moreillumination. We walk around like darkened , smothered suns..countering the Creative command of 'Fiat Lux/ Let there be Light !'
To fulfill our collective destiny as humanbeings, and the destiny of the whole of creation, we must , by any means necessary , against all odds Be Who We are Made to Be and shed our unique light in what will otherwise remain a dark world .
xxx
Remember the whole world is often quite wrong
-So proudly perform your soliloquy
Over the static song of the throng
And as for all of your irregularities,
Cherish and keep them quite dear
-Odd flaws are worth more than common vanities
And courage is stronger than fear
Perform, Perform your soliloquy
Over the arch of the patient trees
And let it join the sound of the quiet
and the buzzing of bustling bees
A child of the heavens are You
Blessed, just as the moon and each star
The sun does not darken his light
So shine and Be Who You Are
So very often there is the pressure to change ourselves, to compromise our essence, to ignore/deny our Individual and Unique calling ..It is often much easier to' tone ourselves down', to 'lighten up', to' blend in'. In fact we are taught to do this from the day we are born.
..
But not being true to our essence denies the world of brilliance and ... See Moreillumination. We walk around like darkened , smothered suns..countering the Creative command of 'Fiat Lux/ Let there be Light !'
To fulfill our collective destiny as humanbeings, and the destiny of the whole of creation, we must , by any means necessary , against all odds Be Who We are Made to Be and shed our unique light in what will otherwise remain a dark world .
xxx
Awakening
On the brink of a deep, deep sleep, I wandered into a still calm space;
Hollowed- out place of peace... old hallowed ground within me.
It Was
Far from the madding chattering of mind, listlessness of heart...
It Was
Something like the Self- A still. Silent. Un-judging judge;
It Was
Something like the Soul, but far more subtle and free of any such definition.
It Was What It Was - existing undeniably, neither happily nor sadly, neither well nor badly. It existed Purely.
In a moment, I knew it to be a seed of the Divine planted within me, and I knew at once that if I would fling it into the faceless void of Infinity, God would flower from it and the ongoing opus of creation would continue...
Hollowed- out place of peace... old hallowed ground within me.
It Was
Far from the madding chattering of mind, listlessness of heart...
It Was
Something like the Self- A still. Silent. Un-judging judge;
It Was
Something like the Soul, but far more subtle and free of any such definition.
It Was What It Was - existing undeniably, neither happily nor sadly, neither well nor badly. It existed Purely.
In a moment, I knew it to be a seed of the Divine planted within me, and I knew at once that if I would fling it into the faceless void of Infinity, God would flower from it and the ongoing opus of creation would continue...
Two Poems on Love, Faith, Self -Discovery, Fate and Freedom
The princess and the suitor
She gave him a locket of her hair
And turned her neck to climb the stairs
And lingering stopped to stoop and stare
At the youth, through clear and static tears
"On your journey fair and true
Keep this locket close to you "
With that, She left her suitor there
On the winding corridor, stark and bare
Her tower withstood the suns bright glare
His doubts and hopes filled the empty air
He'd sail accross the mountain range
And visit countries far and strange
And coming back a prince well-changed
Would find the love that fate arranged
B.S Tilley-Gyado
The Eagle
An eagle sat beneath a tree
And sighing wished he could be free
A chain upon his heart was wound
It was tethered, fastened to the ground
Fly away eagle, Fly away now
Not for you beneath the bough
Lift your eyes to the liquid skies
The heights are yours! They are your prize!
She gave him a locket of her hair
And turned her neck to climb the stairs
And lingering stopped to stoop and stare
At the youth, through clear and static tears
"On your journey fair and true
Keep this locket close to you "
With that, She left her suitor there
On the winding corridor, stark and bare
Her tower withstood the suns bright glare
His doubts and hopes filled the empty air
He'd sail accross the mountain range
And visit countries far and strange
And coming back a prince well-changed
Would find the love that fate arranged
B.S Tilley-Gyado
The Eagle
An eagle sat beneath a tree
And sighing wished he could be free
A chain upon his heart was wound
It was tethered, fastened to the ground
Fly away eagle, Fly away now
Not for you beneath the bough
Lift your eyes to the liquid skies
The heights are yours! They are your prize!
What is Love ...? Love is the highest goal of Life
Many of us know that 'Life is a journey' , yet few of us know where this journey ought to lead. For this reason, we can tend to travel on lifes journeyu and feel 'lost because we do not know exactly where it ought to lead. The journey of Life ought to lead us to Love. Some of us arrive at the destinations of fame, wealth, beauty, but we arrive at a banquet filled with plastic food - these things cannot sustain or nourish us. Only Love can.
Love is the force in the universe that must be given.
Imagine it as a little drop of sunlight in the heart of every being.
Imagine it as a little spark of Divine Light that gives Life to Everything. Love lies dormant within us as a seed, until we make the CONSCIOUS act of giving it.
Conscious? But don't we just 'fall in love' by surprise? Love that is not Conscious is not really Love and is infatuation, or some other feeling that makes 'us' feel good when we are in a union. Love is the Conscious act of giving your Divine light to Another, even when it is difficult, inconvenient, impractical, expensive, bothersome. Love is the gift that makes you give up a part of your very self to someone else.
The Marriage of SoulMates must be when the two parties are selfless , each completely devoted to the joy of the Other, in such a union, there is no need to be selfish or to think about your own interests first: you know and trust that the Other person is looking after them for you, as you look after theirs, with no wish for reward other than the act of Love itself.
We must realize that we are One with the Universe, that Love is all there Is, that we are created to Love, by Love and that we ARE Love. Then we must Consciously Love ourselves, our partners, our families, our world- selflessly, gracefully.
Love Says : I can be there for you , in the way that you want me to be there, I am AT YOUR SERVICE .
Why do so many of us not feel able to give this Love? Because we do not trust it, we think that if we give, we will have nothing left. But we do not see that we are loved by default by Everything around us, by God who fills us with an ocean when we give a drop.
Love is the highest expression of faith.
Have faith to Love , realize your Self by being selfless....
Love is the force in the universe that must be given.
Imagine it as a little drop of sunlight in the heart of every being.
Imagine it as a little spark of Divine Light that gives Life to Everything. Love lies dormant within us as a seed, until we make the CONSCIOUS act of giving it.
Conscious? But don't we just 'fall in love' by surprise? Love that is not Conscious is not really Love and is infatuation, or some other feeling that makes 'us' feel good when we are in a union. Love is the Conscious act of giving your Divine light to Another, even when it is difficult, inconvenient, impractical, expensive, bothersome. Love is the gift that makes you give up a part of your very self to someone else.
The Marriage of SoulMates must be when the two parties are selfless , each completely devoted to the joy of the Other, in such a union, there is no need to be selfish or to think about your own interests first: you know and trust that the Other person is looking after them for you, as you look after theirs, with no wish for reward other than the act of Love itself.
We must realize that we are One with the Universe, that Love is all there Is, that we are created to Love, by Love and that we ARE Love. Then we must Consciously Love ourselves, our partners, our families, our world- selflessly, gracefully.
Love Says : I can be there for you , in the way that you want me to be there, I am AT YOUR SERVICE .
Why do so many of us not feel able to give this Love? Because we do not trust it, we think that if we give, we will have nothing left. But we do not see that we are loved by default by Everything around us, by God who fills us with an ocean when we give a drop.
Love is the highest expression of faith.
Have faith to Love , realize your Self by being selfless....
Love is the very heart beat of Life ...for this reason, it has been associated with the heart,. Without Love, there is no Creation, no Life at all...
Trust, Forgiveness: Why Forgiveness?
Recently I 've been thinking about this topic. I had trusted someone important only to discover that this person(not saying who :) ) had abused my trust- by lying, breaking promises and by being clumsy with my trust.
I started thinking about how to restore relationships where our culture tells us that it is better to simply discard people.
Instead of simply 'kicking this person to the curb', I decided to forgive (again) and mend a relationship.Afterall, that is what true friendship and true love does- forgive and mend.
Forgiveness entails letting go of judging that person. It also requires us to let go of the hurt and disappointment by realizing that everybody including ourself makes mistakes.
Everybody deserves forgiveness
In this process I discovered that most people who disappoint others are actually suffering too: it is less than optimum to be a person who cannot be trusted.
Being untrustworthy or hurting others has an impact on the only thing you can ever really own in life - you r character.
Being an untrustworthy person is like being clumsy- noone trusts you to hold their precious trust, lest you break it.
And it is such a privilege to be given another person's valuable trust.
I began to feel empathetic towards the offender.
While I may not extend my trust fully to someone who is clumsy with trust, I certainly do wholeheartedly forgive them, wish them the best and hope that they learn how amazing it is to be someone worthy of other peoples trust .
Peace and Love xxx
I started thinking about how to restore relationships where our culture tells us that it is better to simply discard people.
Instead of simply 'kicking this person to the curb', I decided to forgive (again) and mend a relationship.Afterall, that is what true friendship and true love does- forgive and mend.
Forgiveness entails letting go of judging that person. It also requires us to let go of the hurt and disappointment by realizing that everybody including ourself makes mistakes.
Everybody deserves forgiveness
In this process I discovered that most people who disappoint others are actually suffering too: it is less than optimum to be a person who cannot be trusted.
Being untrustworthy or hurting others has an impact on the only thing you can ever really own in life - you r character.
Being an untrustworthy person is like being clumsy- noone trusts you to hold their precious trust, lest you break it.
And it is such a privilege to be given another person's valuable trust.
I began to feel empathetic towards the offender.
While I may not extend my trust fully to someone who is clumsy with trust, I certainly do wholeheartedly forgive them, wish them the best and hope that they learn how amazing it is to be someone worthy of other peoples trust .
Peace and Love xxx
Fulfilling your dreams- the craziest of them Share
When I was little, I used to believe that I could do eveything- nothing was imposible. Then, my dreams were of being She-ra, of being a 'My little Pony', of marrying prince Eric in 'The Litle Mermaid', and then of being a brain surgeon (dont ask me why!)
Slowly, I discovered that Superman was an actor who actually lived in the strange world called 'Real Life' could not actually fly, Father Christmas was an actor with a cotton wool beard, The Tooth Fairy did not exist either.
Undaunted, I convinced myself that the 'Real World' which became increasingly imminent was a place reserved for adults and their restrictions. I continued to inhabit that amazing world of dreaming and the joy which came with that.And somehow miraculously, I acheived most of my dreams when I never questioned them.As crazy as these dreams were, I had no doubt that I would fulfill them- I did not understand what doubt was actually.
Fast forward to being a grown up myself. I now know much of the 'Real World'.
Nowadays, as an adult, when my dreams come, instead of allowing them to lift me up to the glittering realm of impossible possibility, I qualify them..
I ask how realistic the dreams are, I scoff at the ones that seem to impossible, I settle for the ones that seem conceivable/convincable/ safe/doable...
Well, I did this without even realising it, until someone recently reminded me of something: Everything is Possible.
I have now decided to untangle myself from my safe, doable dreams, and immerse myself fully in the crazy dreams that seemed impossible.
I believe that dreams visit us as invitations to our potential. Dreams are intimations of who we can be, if we follow them fully and throw caution to the wind
Will you dream along with me ?....
Slowly, I discovered that Superman was an actor who actually lived in the strange world called 'Real Life' could not actually fly, Father Christmas was an actor with a cotton wool beard, The Tooth Fairy did not exist either.
Undaunted, I convinced myself that the 'Real World' which became increasingly imminent was a place reserved for adults and their restrictions. I continued to inhabit that amazing world of dreaming and the joy which came with that.And somehow miraculously, I acheived most of my dreams when I never questioned them.As crazy as these dreams were, I had no doubt that I would fulfill them- I did not understand what doubt was actually.
Fast forward to being a grown up myself. I now know much of the 'Real World'.
Nowadays, as an adult, when my dreams come, instead of allowing them to lift me up to the glittering realm of impossible possibility, I qualify them..
I ask how realistic the dreams are, I scoff at the ones that seem to impossible, I settle for the ones that seem conceivable/convincable/ safe/doable...
Well, I did this without even realising it, until someone recently reminded me of something: Everything is Possible.
I have now decided to untangle myself from my safe, doable dreams, and immerse myself fully in the crazy dreams that seemed impossible.
I believe that dreams visit us as invitations to our potential. Dreams are intimations of who we can be, if we follow them fully and throw caution to the wind
Will you dream along with me ?....
Youth - a poem
Three children with squat faces- there they go a-bumbling....
Kicking cans like splashing puddles in the concrete meadow, a-grumbling
'Whos got a fiver!" " I need some weed man" "Look its Al" a -mumbling
Hands in pockets a-fumbling, Slouched agianst the playground gate, a-fumbling
"Yo Al" "Yo wha the fuck was that all about, why you push me man"
Three keep silent. One protests. " Yo why you pushing me man?"
Three descend, raining blows on the one in fury, like valyries , anticipating the blood like chewing fat,
"Yo fuck you" "Die you cunt" As they stab and kick , and one kicks out
The knives speak for them, yet one remains silent
And the blood comes steady and slow like a deliberate stain
The children run home, yet one does not, to mothers who do not realise they were gone
And the body hastily deserted by knives and by its moans, lays stark on the street.
He was last seen wearing a blue jacket and white trainers which police are examining for forensic evidence..
Police have held in custody two suspects for questioning and are calling for witnesses. The number to call is ....
Kicking cans like splashing puddles in the concrete meadow, a-grumbling
'Whos got a fiver!" " I need some weed man" "Look its Al" a -mumbling
Hands in pockets a-fumbling, Slouched agianst the playground gate, a-fumbling
"Yo Al" "Yo wha the fuck was that all about, why you push me man"
Three keep silent. One protests. " Yo why you pushing me man?"
Three descend, raining blows on the one in fury, like valyries , anticipating the blood like chewing fat,
"Yo fuck you" "Die you cunt" As they stab and kick , and one kicks out
The knives speak for them, yet one remains silent
And the blood comes steady and slow like a deliberate stain
The children run home, yet one does not, to mothers who do not realise they were gone
And the body hastily deserted by knives and by its moans, lays stark on the street.
He was last seen wearing a blue jacket and white trainers which police are examining for forensic evidence..
Police have held in custody two suspects for questioning and are calling for witnesses. The number to call is ....
CONTACT
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PLEASE WRITE TO
btilleygyado@gmail.com
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btilleygyado@gmail.com
LIVING YOUR BEST LIFE
LIVING YOUR BEST LIFE
Brigitte S Tilley-Gyado is the founder of two social networks dedicated to enabling people to truly live and enjoy their best lives:
The London Culture and Cuisine Club and The Rosebush Foundation of Leaders and Future Leaders .Brigitte S Tilley-Gyado is the founder of two social networks dedicated to enabling people to truly live and enjoy their best lives:
- The London Culture and Cuisine Club is a network of like minded people who seek to add value to their lives by learning about and experiencing the finest things in life. Brigitte organises bespoke and intimate events that bring together lovers of great food, wine, arts and culture. These fantasic events include gourmet cooking workshops, intimate themed dinner parties, luxury trips, food and culture trips, heritage, skiing trips, theatre workshops, private art exhibitions, literature, wine tastings, opera and jazz appreciation.
- The Rosebush Foundation is a Charity based in Nigeria . It is a network of older leaders who mentor and pass on life skills and confidence to the next generation of leaders, the youth.The Rosebush Foundations enables people to live their best life by transferring skills and experiences to a new generation of often disadvantaged youths who hope to change their societies for the better. The mentor relationships enrich the lives of both the mentors and the people they mentor.
CREATIVE WRITING AND JOURNALISM
Brigitte studied Spanish and Portuguese Literature at Cambridge University and secured a publishing deal for her first novel, a literary work about a family who rebuild their lives after a tragedy. Please contact Brigitte to find out more or her agent if you are an editor or film maker interested in knowing more about the project.
As a journalist, Brigitte S. Tilley-Gyado has written luxury, gourmet, travel,lifestyle and spirituality articles for a variety of media including Harpers Bazaar Black Book, Black Book Media, Time Out, Square Luxury Media.
As a journalist, Brigitte S. Tilley-Gyado has written luxury, gourmet, travel,lifestyle and spirituality articles for a variety of media including Harpers Bazaar Black Book, Black Book Media, Time Out, Square Luxury Media.
Recording Artist: Singer & Songwriter
SES popular and unique musical style is Afro-Folk: she blends African and Brazilian rhythms and European-American folk to form Afro-Folk. Brigitte S Tilley-Gyado speaks French, Spanish, Portuguese, Yoruba and English and composes her inspirational and melodic songs in these languages. Her themes are usually those of upliftment, inspiration and hope as well as love. Brigitte is signed to a record label and is recording her first studio album.
Please visit the site below for more information on upcoming shows, music and publicity features, as well as to contact Brigitte's management.
www.myspace.com/ses2009
ABOUT
As a Musician, Writer, Culture/Cuisine and Lifestyle Development Expert her message is the same: to live her best life and inspire others to do the same.
Spirituality, inspiration and "the fact that people can become what they dream" greatly influence Brigitte whether writing, performing music, cooking a gourmet supper, organising her much loved events or mentoring someone.
Brigitte S Tilley-Gyado (SES as she is known musically) was born in England in 1982 but spent her formative years in Nigeria before moving back to England when she was 10. She won an academic scolarship to the prestigious Sherborne School For Girls and received classical voice training at the Guildhall. Despite winning four national gold medals in athletics, Brigitte chose to follow music, writing and living her best life as vocations. Brigitte completed her undergraduate and postgraduate studies at Cambridge University.
Brigitte S Tilley-Gyado (SES as she is known musically) was born in England in 1982 but spent her formative years in Nigeria before moving back to England when she was 10. She won an academic scolarship to the prestigious Sherborne School For Girls and received classical voice training at the Guildhall. Despite winning four national gold medals in athletics, Brigitte chose to follow music, writing and living her best life as vocations. Brigitte completed her undergraduate and postgraduate studies at Cambridge University.
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