The daytime hours are balanced, equal to the night.
Dawn and dusk form bridges, between darkness and the light. Two realms exist in parity, two sides exactly, just the same. Past and future blended, all present, in life’s moment game. Half way between the solstices, not spring but autumn view. Where leaves begin to turn, from green to gold on cue. Rusted, oldie, mouldiness, decay comes to the nose. The sweetness of the meadow though, lifts mood of summer doze. A pause upon the turning wheel, a choice of happy sad. To enter mood of ecstasy, or agony, good or bad. For now we can just journey, opt for kingdom to be tread. Where one can dance with living, the past life or the dead. Stood upon the fulcrum, we’re centred, in control. Aware of our responsibility, of ego and of soul. Now it’s all the territory, that is known and understood. Where we can enter decadence, or purity if we should. Consequence laid bare, of actions, or non commit. Bygone mews and ensuing dreams, all held, with me they sit. To contemplate the either or, of memory and of lust. To step towards our destiny, come home to that of trust. Back upon the link we share, between zone and space and grid. We know how much to run amok, or keep upon our lid. It’s connection one and all, that we have come to crave. Attention's all that's needed, from now onward to the grave. By Simon Blackler Copyright © Simon Blackler 2020 If you care to comment on this poem at all please feel free to do so below.
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Each Flower Essence Will Both Have A Negative & A Positive Indication To It. When Dr Edward Bach created his now famous range of Bach Flower Essences he dealt mainly with negative indications, poor emotional states of mind that he would encounter before finding the particular quality he was looking for from the plants he was dealing with, in order to restore himself to a state of parity from that malaise. It is no different for the Allies Of Nature range of flower essences too.
Here, my own essences are designed to help you overcome bullying to discover your true identity. Thus, it goes without saying that each individual essence, from the eighteen in total, will highlight a negative indication that you will have felt within a bullying type scenario. It will also make you aware of the positive indication that you require in order to counteract this and help you come back into a state of balance. Bullying can be a very debilitating circumstance to deal with in your life and also to be able to evolve from without help. If we are bullied, we can feel lost, unloved, unsure of our purpose, be vulnerable and feel very apathetic towards life. These are just a handful of negative indications that we can be suffering from that I have selected from the first five essences in the Allies Of Nature range, the Blackthorn, Bluebell, Red Campion, Foxglove and Wild Rose to illustrate the point. The same could be said of the other essences in the range too had I gone through the other thirteen bottles and their negative indications also. The negative indication is the thing that we most recognise that we need help with, it maybe for instance that we are not happy with the way that our life is progressing at this moment in time, we maybe coming up against all sorts of rules, regulations and restrictions, all elements that we might be encountering under a Covid - 19 bullying set of circumstances from our government. The ideal flower essence to counteract that negative indication from my range would be Yarrow, for it deals with all of those feelings of frustration with the positive quality of acceptance. Once we learn to accept this scenario we soon find we can carry on with our life as per normal as 'It Is What It Is' at the end of the day. Similarly we might be feeling a degree of despair within our life, having a feeling of loss or separation, being distant from others. Both Coronavirus and bullying can do this to us, to make us go inward. This is the negative indication associated with the flower essence Montbretia. This flower encourages us to 'Search For The Hero' inside of ourselves and to rediscover our courage, connecting us with our own inner fire and lighting a beacon within not only for ourselves to follow but others too possibly. I maintain if one is prepared to follow the whole calendar wheel of flower essences with myself and the Allies Of Nature range you will gradually bring yourself back into a state of wholeness by adding each individual quality that you maybe lacking, or need work on, from month to month. That's if you truly wish to be able to become the best person you can possibly be. So my advice to you, if you have ever suffered from any bullying before is to look at my range of flower essences in my online shop to see how best the flowers can help you with the negative indication that you might be feeling at this moment in time and let the essences start to work their magic on you. Then, together with my other shamanic practices we can take you on a journey to help you be the person you were always destined to be in your life. The true adult butterfly. If you care to comment on this blog with regards to any issues or feelings it brings up for you please feel free to do so below. A thistle that looks up to no-one, nobody is his peer.
He stands tall, refined and proud, a warrior without fear. Pollinator for butterfly, magnet for honey bee. Carrying with him all the nectar, for me to be the best of me. Looking out across the skyline, between margin of sea and land. Gatekeeper to a higher realm, key-holder to elite band. A regal head of purple, instils confidence through and through. From here is ushered greatness, none more vibrant in his hue. Stood upon the slanted ridge, updrafts spiral high. Kestrels hover, buzzards soar, well beyond magpie. Raven comes to raptor fight, seagulls glide on by. Aerial combatants strive to be, masters of the sky. Of the flowers down below, supremacy is more assured. There is no match for this top gun, a status long endured. A maverick amongst his prickled tribe, of nettle and of gorse. His seeds scatter far and wide, of potent masculine force. No place there is for the defeated, the criticised or controlled. With this ally by your side, every maiden will be bowled. Virility oozes from this plant, sexuality here in spades. He is the master of his field, his legacy never fades. By Simon Blackler Copyright © Simon Blackler 2020 If you care to comment on this poem at all please feel free to do so below. The shaman stands a warrior, bandana on his head.
Knowing just what’s needed, no words are to be said. His drum now does his talking, a beat that echoes voice. Hide stretched taut with sinew, red stag pelt of choice. Air quite thick and smudge filled, pungent from the sage. Gratitude placed in abundance, tobacco off the gauge. Ground is splashed with water, holy from the well. Sacred space is granted, healing awaits the bell. Body draped in blanket, turned to face the altar. Sprit guide and panther, strain upon the halter. Feathers from the condor quiver, soar round wounded being. Sifting life from death, bad energy gone a-fleeing. Persistent blocks and leakages, require needle and the thread. Plus deft touch of a surgeon, bringing addict off the med. Cock pheasant and rabbit paw, grace wand of shining gleam. The shake and shake of rattle, brings patient back from dream. Chief rises proud completed, hand gripped upon his staff. A crook of finest heritage, adorned with peacock laugh. His shield of sun and swallows, of pink and purple flowers. The essence that of which, just heighten all his powers. These skills of his fine tuned, to that of soul intention. All fuel to the fire of his, too many tools to mention. By Simon Blackler Copyright © Simon Blackler 2020 If you care to comment on this poem at all please feel free to do so below. Have You Got The Sense That All Is Not Well? The reason why you are here (reading this blog) is because you know you are different. You know something that others don’t, or they're too scared to admit to.
The ship that we have decided to board to take us to our desired destination in life is not going to get us there, it's ill fated, not all of us will make it. You may well have questioned this boat’s viability as soon as you stepped on to the gang-plank or it may have only dawned on you the further that we have sailed away from port. Not that you may have had any choice in the matter, your parents may well have bullied you into making this voyage by buying you your ticket well in advance, or society may well have reserved you your berth as soon as you emerged onto the planet. You yourself may well have believed initially this was the only way to travel in the 21st century and willingly put the money down for your fare out of your own hard earned coffers, that’s if your peers didn’t actively persuade you to take the passage with them, thinking there was no real alternative. This however is a huge wrought iron ship with four funnels. It has engines that burn away day and night, hungrily eating up all the fossil fuels onboard. It scythes through the ocean like there is no tomorrow notching up the highest of speeds on this its maiden voyage with no thought to the wildlife that it leaves behind in its wake that choke on its fumes and feed on the litter being dropped over the railings from high above. This is the capitalist good ship RMS Titanic, it is deemed unsinkable and is due in New York in record time in a matter of days, it is just a case of continuing to stoke the boilers and we will be there in good time, no problem. Call it being psychic or what I don’t know, but you've just got this feeling that not all is going to go to plan on this voyage. Maybe you are concerned about the speed in which we are travelling, how much smoke continues to pour from the chimney stacks creating the smog above the vessel? Maybe you wonder whether the lookout in the Crows Nest can see the waves breaking on the bergs ahead moving as fast as we are? There is less of them now due to climate change but there is still enough of a risk. You wonder what safety measures are in place, how many lifeboats there are on deck for the millions of people onboard and if there is any back up plan or other ships sailing in the vicinity to the route we are heading on? You feel an urgent wish to wail at the officers in charge upon the bridge just to slow down, pay attention, take it easy, conserve energy and look to the horizon, steady as she goes. You lie awake at night listening to the sound of the propellor churning away at the back of the boat, concerned that it will be still rotating come morning as we hurtle away into the dead of the night. Not that others haven’t raised concerns before, they have, they have just been reassured by the captain that all is OK, all is well and everything is on schedule. Those people have left their question in the question pile and gone back to partying at the captain’s table, fine dining in the restaurant, gathering around the piano, listening to the orchestra out on the deck, locking away their insecurities deep into their psyche, forgetting about what their instincts have been telling them all along. I am onboard too and I share your sentiments exactly, I’ve not felt at home on this vessel from the start, I’ve searched high and low for a way off this ship but it is just too darn big and the drop to the sea level too much of a jump on one’s own. If there was anything ever to happen to this boat, some major collaboration would have to take place in order to get as many survivors off this vessel as is possible. These are the thoughts that pass through our minds, as our eyelids begin to close and we go off to sleep once again. And then it happens, the juddering in the darkness we have all feared, of bolts and girders buckling and water spraying everywhere. We’ve hit something, be it peak oil, a rise of 2 degrees centigrade in global temperature, the 8 billionth person to be born upon the planet, the loss of the Northern White Rhino or the outbreak of Covid - 19. There is panic in the midships and the captain cries out from the bridge ‘All Stop!’ An immediate reconnaissance is carried out aboard ship to assess the damage, temptation is to restart the engines again almost immediately and to plough on regardless, but enough of us now know the real fate of this vessel and it is time to plan our exit if we are to have any chance of a more meaningful life at all. Fortunately for us there are some skilled seamen and women aboard, capable of piloting a lifeboat with the intentional communities, sustainable development centres and Transition Towns that we already have in place across the planet but we realistically need an entire new vessel to be able to save this amount of people and a mayday has only just been raised to the RMS Carpathia some miles away. Can that boat possibly reach us in time? Is there anything that we can do to save ourselves and keep ourselves afloat before then? Is there another outcome to this story? Perhaps we can change the way that we look at life before it is all too late? That is why it is imperative that we overcome any bullying we have encountered in our own lifetime to date, so that we can make the right choice as regards to what vessel we wish to be traveling on, finding our true identity in the process because such circumstances depict that we all need to be operating to the best of our ability now and going forwards if we are to transition from one boat to another. If you care to comment on this blog with regards to any issues or feelings it brings up for you please feel free to do so below. With you there is no hiding place, I have to sit full view.
Totally exposed, approachable, to the many, not the few. On Main Street, within pavement crack, in tarmac, next to kerb. Surrounded by the every day noise, busy-ness, chaotic blurb. No bushel here to keep me under, no shadow to disappear. Only full sun, bright and constant, plain visible and just clear. Witness to every speeding car, beacon to passer by. Stood as a signpost in the air, reaching for the sky. Screeching from the tree tops, of just who I really am. Standing tall so viewable, from elderly to the pram. Here I state my territory, piss up against the wall. Leave my scent on wooden fence, usher clarion call. Sirens whirl and engines roar, motorised deafening din. Throttle down, no breaking power, all to the maximum, not the min. Grinding out the daily tasks, front and centre all the way. No ducking, no diving, opting out, forever in the fray. Called upon to service, clock strikes time enough. Seconds out the bell has gone, to strip down to the buff. No place for shame or guilt there is, no falsehood to be won. Only to thyself be true, of shining bright and keeping shone. By Simon Blackler Copyright © Simon Blackler 2020 If you care to comment on this poem at all please feel free to do so below. I peer into the distance, to catch a peek of thee.
Inquisitive and wondrous, of the discs of white I see. Yellow yokes of iris, stems and stalks abound. Churchyard and meadow strewn, memories lost and found. Looking back across my life, I reminisce upon your gems. Picture postcards of sentiment, of rivers Seine and Thames. For here where all the waters go, heading on down stream. The sparkly highlights of the falls, is where I catch my dreams. Those twinkles in the flow, is where I am at one. My purpose comes to view, when all is said and done. With your essence in my heart, my vision’s clearly seen. Of all events that make me, me, all I’ve ever been. Your insight goes beyond the veil, to another realm. Where ancestors exist, fallen ones, captains of the helm. Lined up they are with advice for me, to live each day my last. Do what makes me happiest, bring joy and have a blast. For one will never know, which day brings final curtain call. To a life led unfulfilled, hopelessness and certain fall. But if I look to thee, magnificent Ox-Eye Daisy. I can find the route for me, kick back and make life easy. In the sunlight and the shadow, you beckon me to come. The present and the afterlife, in harmony and in hum. Criss cross I do the threshold, step on step of stone. Jumping along an invisible thread, bright eyes to lead me home. By Simon Blackler Copyright © Simon Blackler 2020 If you care to comment on this poem at all please feel free to do so below. |
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