Invictus

William Ernest HenleyWilliam Ernest Hanley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley (August 23, 1849 – July 11, 1903) was a British poet, critic and editor.

Henley was born in Gloucester and educated at the Crypt Grammar School. The school was a poor relation of the Cathedral School, and Henley indicated its shortcomings in his article (Pall Mall Magazine, Nov. 1900) on T. E. Brown the poet, who was headmaster there for a brief period. Brown’s appointment was a stroke of luck for Henley, for whom it represented a first acquaintance with a man of genius. “He was singularly kind to me at a moment when I needed kindness even more than I needed encouragement.” Brown did him the essential service of lending him books. Henley was no classical scholar, but his knowledge and love of literature were vital.

After suffering tuberculosis as a boy, he found himself, in 1874, aged twenty-five, an inmate of the hospital at Edinburgh. From there he sent to the Cornhill Magazine where he wrote poems in irregular rhythms, describing with poignant force his experiences in hospital. Leslie Stephen, then editor, visited his contributor in hospital and took Robert Louis Stevenson, another recruit of the Cornhill, with him. The meeting between Stevenson and Henley, and the friendship of which it was the beginning, form one of the best-known episodes in English literature (see Stevenson’s letter to Mrs Sitwell, Jan. 1875, and Henley’s poems “An Apparition” and “Envoy to Charles Baxter”).

In 1877 Henley went to London and began his editorial career by editing London, a journal written for the sake of its contributors rather than the public. Among other distinctions it first gave to the world The New Arabian Nights of Stevenson. Henley himself contributed a series of verses chiefly in old French forms. He had been writing poetry since 1872, but (so he told the world in his “ advertisement” to his collected Poems, 1898) he “found himself about 1877 so utterly unmarketable that he had to own himself beaten in art and to addict himself to journalism for the next ten years.” When London folded, he edited the Magazine of Art from 1882 to 1886. At the end of that period he came into the public eye as a poet. In 1887 Gleeson White made for the popular series of Canterbury Poets (edited by William Sharp) a selection of poems in old French forms. In his selection Gleeson White included many pieces from London, and only after completing the selection did he discover that the verses were all by Henley. In the following year, HB Donkin in his volume Voluntaries, written for an East End hospital, included Henley’s unrhymed rhythms quintessentializing the poet’s memories of the old Edinburgh Infirmary. Alfred Nutt read these, and asked for more; and in 1888 his firm published A Book of Verse.

Henley was by this time well known within a restricted literary circle, and the publication of this volume determined his fame as a poet, which rapidly outgrew these limits, two new editions of the volume being printed within three years. In this same year (1888) Fitzroy Bell started the Scots Observer in Edinburgh, with Henley as literary editor, and early in 1889 Bell left the conduct of the paper to him. It was a weekly review on the lines of the old Saturday Review, but inspired in every paragraph by the vigorous and combative personality of the editor. It was transferred to London as the National Observer, and remained under Henley’s editorship until 1893. Though, as Henley confessed, the paper had almost as many writers as readers, and its fame was mainly confined to the literary class, it was a lively and influential feature of the literary life of its time. Henley had the editor’s great gift of discerning promise, and the “Men of the Scots Observer,” as Henley affectionately and characteristically called his band of contributors, in most instances justified his insight. The paper found utterance for the growing imperialism of its day, and among other services to literature gave to the world Rudyard Kipling’s Barrack-Room Ballads.

Prince of Peace

Person in Water with DoveLast night I prepared to meditate. I set my intention to connect with Jesus.  When I closed my eyes I received an impression.  I saw a man standing on a balcony of a tall building.  It was made of stone. In the background I saw other buildings made of stone.  As the impression came into view, I felt it was Rome during the time of Jesus. I felt the man was very important.  Maybe he was of nobility.  His hair was black. From what I could see, he wore a white tunic, trimmed in gold around the sleeves (short) with a belt around his waist.  There was a blanket or scarf draped over his right arm.  He extended his left hand and said “This is the Light.”    End of impression.

I have to tell you what I truly felt. I felt I was with Jesus.  He presented himself in the image of a Roman nobleman.

I had another experience that gave me such joy.  I asked my sister (she crossed over last year) if she was present to give me a hug.  I was covered in goose bumps from my head to my toe.  It was very strong.  I found myself jerking a couple of times uncontrollably as the wave of energy came over me.  I was smiling from ear to ear.  I told her how much I love her and thanked her for the hug.  It gives me comfort to know that she is around. : )

Love, light, and blessings

My Truth (Part II)

Sunbeams Backlighting Cross

In part one I stated that when I entered junior high school I had an experience when we moved to another house.  Actually it was when I entered senior high school that I had another experience.  By the time I entered junior high school we lived in a three bedroom, shotgun house.  I did not experience anything unusual when we lived there.  I felt comfortable there and never heard or saw anything.  During those years I had a strong desire to become a nun.  I gave it great thought but did not know where to go to get information on becoming a nun.  I was raised Baptist and had no idea what was required to become a nun.

My family moved again when I entered senior high school.  We lived in a three-bedroom house (not shotgun). In this house I always felt someone was watching me.  It felt uneasy and I did not like to be at home alone.  But for the most part, it was uneventful.  Sometimes I‘d wake during the night and felt scared but I did not see anything. Then one night I awoke and saw a figure sitting on the bed next to one of my sisters, holding here hand.  The entity appeared to be a female and she was light, clear.  The truth is when I saw the entity I did not feel anything negative but I was scared.  I blinked my eyes but she was still there.  Next I pulled the covers over my head and began to pray.  When I looked again, the entity was gone.

Then one night something woke me up.  I looked towards the doorway and saw a little boy standing there.  He appeared solid.  He was dressed in period clothing, I think from the late 1800s.  He wore a black hat.  His clothing was black also, with a white shirt that had a black bow tie (looked like ribbon).  Over the shirt he wore a jacket, with knickers, white socks (high) and black shoes.  His hair was black in a page-boy cut. When I saw him, he was looking down.  Slowly he raised his head to look at me and his eyes were like fire. I wanted to scream but I didn’t.  I felt negative energy coming from him.  I closed my eyes and immediately began to pray. After a while I opened my eyes and he was gone.  Then I saw a reflection on the bedroom wall that looked like a cross.  I went to sleep and never told anyone about the incident.  But for a while after that, every night there was a reflection of a cross on the wall.  I got out of bed to try to figure out where it was coming from.  I looked out the window into the night sky and could not figure it out.

The reflection of the cross appeared on the wall for sometime after the appearance of the little boy and I felt safe.

Love, light and blessings
Vee

Star of David – Merkaba – Grand Sextile Portal July 29th 2013

Tania Marie

mystic mamma merkabaHere we are at the portal that I posted about on the 14th – This is the Big One We’ve All Been Waiting For. Today is the Grand Sextile where the “Mystic Merkaba” formed by two Grand Trines will have profound effect for those who consciously use their awareness to harness the energy.

Take some time out today to tune in to your heart, be extremely present and mindful of your intents, thoughts, and feelings, surround yourself with supportive energy, and release all fears and the old.

Whatever you put out there will be amplified and the more aligned you are in universal heart that takes into account the collective, the more you will find all of your own needs/intents met on an individual basis as well. So beam out your loving intents for the highest good of all concerned and watch things amplify.

The Merkaba/Star Tetrahedron/Star of David…

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Immersed In Love

Yellow loveI woke around 6:00 a.m. and could not go back to sleep.  When I closed my eyes, I saw purple.  This is a sign that Spirit wants to connect.  Around 6:30 a.m. I began to meditate.  I saw purple and dark blue for a few seconds.  Then, I began to see a pinkish or maybe a lilac color. I rarely see pink, so this was very new for me.  It came in waves with splashes of bright light.  At one point I felt engulfed in it.  Then I felt the shift and I knew I was in that special place. Goose bumps covered my entire body.  This happened three times.  I felt peace and tranquility.  Most importantly, I felt LOVE.  I was immersed in it.  I found myself saying over and over;  I Love You, I Love You, I Love you. I did not want to leave but a part of me reminded me that I had to get up and prepare for work.  When I stopped meditating, I looked at my clock.  My meditation ran a half hour and it felt like it was only a few minutes.  I don’t have words to express the feeling I experienced.  It was wonderful.

Love, peace, and blessings

FREE Crystal Drawing Plus Understanding the Shifts Crystals Go Through

Tania Marie

Yesterday, inspired by the Full Moon in Aquarius energy, I posted a Free Crystal Drawing on Facebook. Not all of you, I know, are on Facebook, but for those of you who are and may have missed it, I’m reposting the drawing here.

Below you will find the “how to’s” on how to enter if you are on Facebook.

And for those of you who are NOT on Facebook, I don’t want you to feel left out, so if you would like to be part of the drawing and you have a blog yourself or friends you can share this with, repost this on your blog, or email to it a friend, then message in the comments below that you have and I will add your name to the drawing that will be held on Friday.

And, if you’re not interested in the drawing, you can skip to the…

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Two Suns?

two suns

       I snapped this picture with my cell phone one evening, a few months ago,  driving home from work.  The sky looked very dramatic and I wanted to capture it.  I looked at this picture for the first time yesterday and was very surprised to see this.  It appears to be two suns.  When I took the picture, the bright sphere on the right was not visible to the naked eye.

       I have seen photos posted on various sites showing two suns these past couple of years.  There was a photo taken by someone in China depicting two suns.  I’m looking for a logical explanation here but don’t have one.  What do you think?

P.S.  Take a look at the post “What is happening? A second sun or just a reflection?

Love, light, and blessings