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Ghosts
Since last year December I was doing what I like to do most of the time. It’s like going back to where I belong without thinking any second thoughts.
I became a care taker of this Guest house from 25 December 15 and still I’m kind of attached to this place because of its architecture and colonial building and antique furniture and many more.
This place is called Gentleman’s house from 15 century onwards, as this city has a very rich history and careless local people who don’t give a damn about any thing.
After I have joined here I felt some supernatural things always around me and this building with the knowledge of owner or not but every time when I enter the house I feel the positive energy around me.
This Guest house is only have 6 rooms and with a 50 sited café with a limited food…
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I love this first sentence. It was always the refuge forest of nymphs and shepherds, abode of love and shelter of fantasy.
Siempre fue el bosque refugio de ninfas y pastores, morada del amor y albergue de la fantasía. En los claros del bosque danzan los dioses antiguos y en lo más hondo se refugian los proscritos; los maquis se lamen las heridas de la derrota al tiempo que los enamorados primerizos retozan al abrigo de las sombras.
El bosque es la casa inacabable de ardillas, linces y corzos; mariposas, libélulas y mantis religiosas. En las noches de celo se oye la berrea de los machos; el cielo del bosque es un clamor de pájaros.
Y si agudizas el oído, podrás escuchar un bisbiseo que viene de las hadas, los duendes, y los enanitos de Blancanieves.
Si te coge la caída de la tarde sobre el Eume, verás una serpiente de cobre salir de un bosque encantado; sin embargo estos días parecía un chorro de lava emergiendo de las entrañas del volcán…
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I have read this book and enjoyed every page!
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TIME.
‘In the beginning was the word,’ or, if you are a believer of the big-bang theory, in the beginning, was a cosmic explosion from which we all originated.
However, before either of those two occurrences, there was something else in existence.
It was Time. Without there being Time, neither event could have happened. No word could have been written, spoken or thought, and no explosion took place.
It was Time that introduced the solar system that we know, and it will be Time that will end it.
If you accept this premise then, to use a modern parlance, the rest of my discourse is a given!
Darwin argues that we evolved from a unicellular organism, an amoeba type creature, into what we are today. I personally disagree with that, but I will not discuss my beliefs here.
Suffice it to say that whether he is correct or Christianity is right, both required the unhindered assistance of Time.
I use the word, unhindered, deliberately, as Time could not care less how we, as humans, use it. Why should it?
What we do with the gift is our choice.
Time is omnipotent, eternal until it decides to end itself.
If you are about to argue that it will be a man who ends the world, I will not disagree, but Time will still exist!
No matter what we do we cannot change it in any way, shape or form. It is yesterday, today and tomorrow. It is perpetual.
The missing energy source that if bottled, would solve every problem ever created. It is not tangible though, but I would suggest that it’s not abstract.
We spend Time watching time pass.
There are two entities in Time. There is Time in perpetuity, and time the movement, that governs all.
Time creates, as it does destroy. It has power over our very thoughts and purpose. The forever asked question; “is there enough time?” Answered by,“I wish there was!” But there is.
Only it’s not there for us. It is there for Time to use, as it alone decides.
Man invented a clock as a way of measuring and regulating time.
But Time does not recognise that system of quantification, why would it?
It has no need to calculate, as it had no need to begin, and as far as an end product is concerned, why would it have one?
We both love and despises the movement of time. We blame it for passing slowly, or quickly depending on the circumstances, then praise it for the same reasons.
Seldom do we notice Time, the creator.
Time is good. Time is bad.
So, what’s my point in this? I cannot provide you with any clues as to its source, but can you see an analogy here, a comparison with belief?
In the Scriptures, believed by some, God sent his only Son to earth to die for our sins. When God’s son was here he was abused. He still is!
Could Time and God be the same? Could time be Jesus Christ? Could the Bible be an early philosophers dream?
I hope I have sown many questions into your mind.
It’s a great thing to have time to ask such things and an equally great thing to be allowed by Time to ponder.
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The wind forgets. It will always forget as it never stays still long enough in one place for a memory to remain. A flame is the same. It flickers as though the memory is a painful one causing distress that needs evicting. It is only in that which is solid can a memory exist until it chiselled away by time. And there we have it; the longer we spend in reminiscing the more chance it is for the wind to extinguish the flame!
© 2017, Danny Kemp All rights reserved
Who am I to argue with British Medieval History besides, why would I with such a wonderful image.
the old english word ‘ealuscop’
means ‘ale-poet’;
one who recites poetry
while drinking beer.
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credits: painting by irishman, sean o’daniels, word origin from british medieval history
A truly wonderful write
Neither of the wind nor of the green, I curl myself into a sparkling crystal sphere and dance merrily on the tip of a leaf.
I emerge from the immense agony of mother Earth which everybody can feel but only few understand.
I am the crystal glory of the forest and a tonic for the parched soil beneath.
I am like the pearls of a shattered necklace adding divinity to wherever I lie and intensifying the beauty of nature.
The sheer sight of me brings joy to the butterfly that gently sucks me up considering it a drop from heaven.
I shine like the twinkle of a mother’s eye full of endearment and affection.
I nourish the environment with my subtle moisture. After all, dryness is not so soothing for the eyes 😊.
With so much positivity and selflessness in me, I am still neglected and out of sight for…
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