Friday, October 30, 2015


Nicole Page-Smith,


Seasonally, our planetary calendar describes our positions of the planets and we eat, accordingly, of the plant life, required. Each, heavenly zone, of the body, has a requirement and this is, nourished, by the Earth. Plants are seasonal because of the alignment of the planets and our heavenly zones, follow, the calendar months. Each and every, part of the body, is aligned, with the planets and, these are our heavenly zones, for they correspond, to the zodiacs and, the heavens, above. The Universes of Earth are for the field and we entwine like vines around them. The planets nominate the growth and the deer shed their horns, we see the horns, in the fields and collect the horns, for our planet god. A tribute, is lay, in the Earth, for her and our fields, are full, of the Winter, hay. The plants are ready for May. In our garden of plants and growth, our garden, is set amongst, the groves and, a garden, so green. The plants and love, of the garden, take you to Earth, in a planetary, way and the Universe, is one. Our Universe is equated with our body, for we are one, with her. We stand, there, like a reflection and embroider our worth, a chest of strength and we may as well read like a zodiac map, of the heart. Our heart is our strength.

We are the deer of the Universe, when, we find the heart. The strength, takes us, to Heaven. The gods, of the strength, of Heaven, are one with her. The ceiling is for her golden ascension. The gods are for love. When, we take, our deer, through, the meadow, we have golden hooves and they have golden feet, to wear, the hay is golden, that, they trespass. Fields of grey as the meadow is the brook. The sky, of another, day, saw them look. The Sun is golden for the deer of the day, in Heaven, so bright, of a golden, yellow light. The plants are in an array as the Sunshine, beat down, upon the Earth and we walked on, through. Deer and light, and Sunshine, all around, take you to love, Universes away, from the hay. As we walk on, through, the path, to Heaven, we see our reflection.

Our pathway to Heaven is a path through, Summer hay and the grass is dry, underfoot. All is peaceful in the meadow, of doe and deer. Gods told me of my worth. The meadow is green in May, nearing, the clearing, on the pathway and through, the clearing, you may enter, Heaven. To the golden part of Heaven, is where, the clearing nears and the antlers are nearly, touching the sky, for they shine, resplendently, in the sunshine, they frolic and, we foe. We are the deer, of Summer hay. Nearing, the entrance, they enter and the plants, all gather round and, sway, in the breeze. The deer of Summer, hay, are for May. Yes, they shed their antlers, so, we know they have been. They enter the Heaven, there. Sky is all around, to tell us of the Season, of May, but we are never, near. A garden of plants is all God entered and we were never, there. Love in the the garden is for the Sunshine and for the merry month of May, where, we are deer, in the hay. Our communication is expressed, for the love of May. God bless, the hay. Love to the garden, of May.

In your garden, the heart is freely worth and golden, is the month, of May. But, the colours, tell you, who not to observe as there are Spirits, alive, not to be known, to the garden. The vegetables, tell us, our colour of worth and planets spring, to mind. Orange is for the blossom flower. Bees are noticed. Do not tell the gardener of the garden. Love for your garden, is noticed, by strange forms of fruit. Now, these delicious, ripe, offerings, fall to the ground and fruit is to be walked on. This is, therefore, the Season of the fruit, but God, forbade us, access. People were no longer allowed access, in the garden, but only, animals and small creatures, with birds of the feather, consuming, God's desert. All manner of plants, were on offer, in the menagerie, of the garden. Colours of fruit and love in the garden and, blossoms of rich, scented, fruit saw her deer, gazing on. There were people of noises and houses, nearby, but nobody heard her, the gardener of worth, in the garden. Quietly, we heard her, step into her garden and God never saw her, again. Her heart is her garden.

In the garden of the heart you have gardeners, they are in there, all day planting the seed, gardening with the planets for strange, formed, fruit. The garden of the heart, has creatures and deer all around, they are Seasonal, with the love, of the heart. Golden and delicious is the fruit of love and that is why, God trespasses, to describe, your love of worth. The garden of your heart, is a place of refuge and creatures of worth, are mainly, not visible, to the naked eye, they hide in the foliage, for protection. Gardens and fruit are notice, in abundance, with the dense, undergrowth, laden, with their evidence. The forest of worth is your heart, for God. In the garden, so dense with plants, formed of love, a tangled overgrowth, with vines and plants with fruit, describes where, God takes you, in the garden. The forest, of imaginings, is for, the planets of worth, to nominate, their  forest, they breathe, the air of the Universe, in the sky height. As you travel and venture, through, the undergrowth, of your heart, you may need a guide for your worth as the jungle of the heart, has no trespass. Your pathway is set, in the forest of imaginings.


Friday, October 23, 2015


Nicole Page-Smith,


In the blue sky of the wind, our Spirit's wind, winds around the air and floats up to the heavenly cosmos, of sky and blue, on a Heaven, so high, to God, that our golden light, is touched. The ceiling is entered. We love the sky. God and gods bring down our golden entry, so we find a heavenly gate on Earth, a gateway to Heaven. God takes the Spirit to him. The starlight reflected on Earth, takes in the heavenly domain, with the crevices of the rock, echoing back, the light of the stars. We are reflected in the sky, for the sky is blue. The grassy plains are dry in the meadow. Under the deer foot, music is heard as they rush, hither and thither, through the wind, with the Sprit of the deer. Have they entered, another, realm, of being or is it, another, Heaven, we are seeing? The sky and the blue, and the heavens, have the Spirits, blow around, in the wind. We move back and forth like the full, fed, wheat meadow, in the wind. Blowing, our Spirit and that, of the deer, travel, on the light of air and we appear to disappear, our light travels forth. We are one with the angels of the air and the glory of night takes us to day. Sun and glory, the light has our spirits, disappear, to Heaven. We are no longer here. 

The golden sky is our ceiling but, when, the Sun shines it rains. Our golden place, in Heaven, is high above, the mind. Planets oscillate, in Heaven and circumnavigate, the Sun. We are at the epicenter of the world and the core of our being, knows no other future, than, the heavens, above, where, our planets, reside, with the gods. The Divine life of the world is our cosmology. The air, we breathe, is our Universe and the particles we keep. As an atmosphere of knowing, we love and sleep like deer in the lamb, for deer sleep, of the cosmos. Our communication is the love of sleep and a dream connecting our horns, for the deer's antlers reside, in Heaven. The dreams filter up, in a ray of Divine white light and you see God, communicating, with the clouds. As the gods and the deer connect, with a language of spiritual empathy, to the plants, the light turns golden, in Heaven and the plants appear in a ray of sunshine before rain. The ascension is to inform your love. The heart knows no other colours, than, the Divine and Divine colours, come from the prism of the Sun, a warming of the heart like a Divine ray. All colours, in the garden, are for God, but, the prism of Divine light, shines, to the golden, white light, of the garden. There, amongst the deer, we see the fields, under foot and the ground, there, reflects Heaven, the sky of our ceiling, our God of the known world, for Christ and a love of the field we walk, through. Love, take me through, the garden, of Heaven.

As we walk, hand in hand, with the light of the sky, the sky finds our Heaven. Clouds and sky are our rays of sunshine. We hold a piece of sky, in our hand and this shows us, the happiness, of Heaven, with our Divine pathway, above. Shining, for God, is an ancient tradition and one that shows our true light. Planets and heavens are, of a light, known to man and we see them, with our hearts, above. The heart resides, in Heaven and looks down, on our Earth, where, our true light, lay.  As with the plants and our horns of light, with the antler ears, of our deer, golden love has our garden, bask, in the Sun. A delight is the love of the sky and a Divine notice, is written with the language of the Earth. We see the plants and they talk to the planets, love is their communication. As we float with our Spirit heavenly and upwards to God, in our mind, the ceiling is the sky and, the golden light transpires. An inspiration for the heart is Heaven.

Heaven takes you to the hay. The sky is transparent, in May, for the Season, of the hay. Jupiter's time is in May. Mars and Venus are the hay. It is the merry month of May. We frolic and they dance and, the weather is resplendent. There are merry men, in May, for the society, of the hay. We are transparent in May. The sky is blue and shines, all day. Where, clouds are blue, we are green and the star shines, orange, for her. There are plants and gardens and, the sky is all around and, we are the globe, for she, is the world. All is around and merry in the hay, for her birth is in May, for she is the deer and, we are her horns. The antlers of May shed, for the forest flowers, of her, where we leave our horns. The trumpets can be sounded. The tribute worth is our deer. Deer to some are some, to others. There is the society of the deer. Trees of the forest hear her and quiver in her wake. The huntress is near. The Earth spins on her globe and a pattern acquires the evening stars. Night is near. The appearance is near, of the deer, of her merry month, of May. We are water, of the rivers, for her, where, fish of the sea, travel North. Our hay is the rock, of May. We are for the Season of the hay.

Our golden life takes us to God. In the land of God, you are Spirit and your Spirit is seen. Your communication with the cosmos is pure Spirit and our energy radiates to God. The life of Heaven is a star path with the planets seen as your life. The planets are your Spirit and our body is for the life of the gods. In Heaven we are plants of the seed and the ephemeral Earth and, all her creatures who transpire, they go through the cycle of life and, provide life with their cycle. The organic cycle of life is our home, for God and we become Earth, there, and, Spirit on the land that gives shelter. The shelter is the sky and the land, our hay, is the Earth. We walk on the grassy meadow in the Summer, of the hay and are Spirit for her, the wind of May, with sometimes just a gentle breeze, to take our love to the golden ceiling, of Heaven. When the night turns to day, we are Earth and when, the sky night talks to the heavenly, abode, we are Earth for her, too. The gods are the planets. The calendar, we reflect, is for the merry month of May.


Friday, October 16, 2015


Nicole Page-Smith, 


We are deer for God. God is one with us. We are one with God. Our garden is our hollow, our cave is our deer and she is golden, for Heaven. Our love of the centre takes us to her and she is the Divine love of God. She is the moon and we are, the Luna, for her. We have a star place and a love of the Earth for we are, her centre, in Heaven. We equate ourselves to the Earth, to the Earth of Heaven. We are, the centre like the Earth and our centre is Mother Earth or her centre. We continue to be around her as we have thought and like the Luna facing of the moon, she is the face and our goddess. If the centre is our core, we are her being, for we are Mother Earth, her love and to entwine is to entertain her love. Her cosmos is our planet and we do respond to Jupiter.  Take love to her in the garden, when the deer are at home. Our entwining is her cosmos and we are gods of another, world, the Divine world of God, our Universe. In the garden she is at home. The world is our centre, the centre of another, world. The room has a golden ceiling. We are in love with God.

Our ceiling is our Heaven. The sky is our field. We see the Heaven that way. On the ground, our pathway, lay and we walk another, way. The route of the roadway, is far and a long way, to Heaven. We are, on our pathway, to Heaven, in May. Our field is where, our Christians, lay and there, were many there, in May. In the fields, is where, we play. We serve the crops. The sky is a lamp, for the way and our Sun, is the hay. The gods, who celebrate, our Christian, way, talk of love, for the hay. We are the one for God. Our pathway is set, with emblems, to nominate, where, they lay and they are buried with good purpose. We see the above ground, forms and these are natural in the rock, they spoke of the emblem and that was the Christian, way, a mother and child, for one and an emblem, of another. The Cross, is where, he lay.

In the ground is Christ, the stone of where she lay. We face God in the hay. Her womb is where she lay and the stone is her rock as through, her we see God. Through, the cosmos, we see, the Universe and we are, Universes, apart, from the hay and, this is where she lay in the hay, of Mother Earth. We are connected, to mother. The Earth is our seed for Jesus and he was born of the hay. We love Jesus, in May. The time of the golden is for the seasonal May as the Earth is for the May. We are golden and in Heaven. Gods communicate through their antlers. Spring flowers are in May. Deer have antlers for entwinement and that is, the will of God. They twirl and nominate upwards, for the growth, of our will. A Christian, parade, sees them frolicking and the deer, absorb the May, flowers, spread for, Summer, hay. When, we are cosmos, they say. The cosmos is the tree for the bark and they twirl and, curl all around as a reference to once they lay, on the Summer hay, deer with antlers, for the month of May. Spiring flowers for the month of May and a Christian day for God.

We see the gods that day and they love the Earth to be gearing for Summer hay. The planets revolve around the Sun and the gods observe the Earth, they roll and, tumble, in clouds of golden ascension and entwine, deep into the Earth for the mother, of nature, to observe, her freedom. The golden room, we observe, is our heart, for ascension and takes you to love, for the room is Heaven. The gods encounter your love. We ascend, true blessings, through, the cosmos, with the deer via their antlers, they are like antennae, communicating to God. The gods reside there, in your heavenly stag, they correspond, with Mother Earth and God, a love affair, known as Heaven. There is a blessing of the Earth for seasonal growth and our heart has little say. Be blessed for God. Our love affair, of Heaven, is for God and the gods, to take us, to our golden room. We ascend love for a blessing and the gods bless the Earth. We walk down, the pathway, for God, in the fields and love takes us a different way, to Heaven via the hay, for our deer. Where is our heavenly God, in Heaven or the hay? To communicate our love, is for the deer, in May.

To communicate to the heavenly one, love is on the way and merry in May. The planets are in alignment, to be noticed and we have all the colours of the Sun. Mars and Jupiter, through to Venus and Neptune, for the colour of the sea. The clouds show their light and peer through the heavens, for a light of a sunny day. We are the month of May. Circles and squares, can be noticed, in the sky, for the month of May, throughout and here, the planets tell you their names. We see Jupiter, in the West, on a hot Spring/Summer's day or Mars, off to the North, for the hay and our deer are foaled, in May. We entwine with the cosmos. Antlers are of the heat. We see the light and they shine. In the heat, of the day, we communicate that way and the sky shines, for May. Our planet, stars, in the night sky, of day, tell you of the incoming May and Autumn, is that day, for the correct sky line, they are drawn, in the ground and the pattern, draws the May like flowers, for the hay. Clouds are of May.



Friday, October 9, 2015


Nicole Page-Smith


The ceiling of Heaven is golden. The deer touch Heaven with their antlers. The deities rejoiced in Heaven. We are the planets on their perpetual cycle. We are the planets for the people in Heaven. As you walk, through the park, you follow the deer, they scurry like the wind, running and gathering, in flocks. The golden deer, of Heaven, reside of the same garden. You follow and they walk. In the magical garden of their forest, wind, other plants, form your garden and your garden is your heart. The deer are there, in the same forest garden but God obscures their view, they have become plant with their antlers and deity with their gods. The deer live in the golden garden of Heaven. God took you there, once and it was the planet of the moon, and a day of your life was born of the Christian calendar. God love all Saints, in Heaven,  for they were born of the Cross of Heaven. We are born, of the Cross of God, for we are one, with him, in Heaven. We are born of the Christian calendar, of faith,  for God, to see and your entrance, from Heaven to Heaven, is a blessing, for the god. The god of the Earth, rejoiced, for we are one, with Heaven and the god of the sea, lost interest, in Heaven. Love God to tell you, of Heaven, in Heaven, the Heaven of Earth, where, your ceiling is golden.

In our garden of earthly delights, we are the sweet fruit of Heaven. We are the snake and all the creatures of the Earth, in the forest of our imaginings, for the forest of the heart has deer, for God. We are golden. Golden is the colour of your imagination. Our mind is clear, in Heaven, as the Spirit, ascends itself, to Heaven and the clouds, take you, to them. The atmosphere is a cloud, in the imagining, of God. We imagine the sky, in Heaven, for clouds take us, to the angels. When there is thunder, it rains. Our clouds of our Heaven, takes us, there, to God, for he is our Heaven. The planets, of the Seasons, bring forth rain. We are all rain for God, crying. We cry, in our heart, for the clouds. Angels cry, on the wing, for Mary. The sky is blue, for another, day. When we are angels, we see for God. We were born in Heaven, in the clouds. The planets, take you, to the star, you were born, under and leave you, there. We are all stars for God as starlight, makes itself, visible at night. We are born, of the Cross and we were born, of an awareness, of the field, where, we lay. As the Seasons, are grown of worn, we are one with the planet, Earth and lay our field. Then we are one with him, him that lay, the fields or God, the gods are one. The planets are Heaven and that is where, he lay or the one, in Heaven. Heaven is our home.

The gods are in the garden and the plants tell you why. When, we are plant, we are one with the garden and when, we are leaves, we are trees. But, in the magical forest, of God's Divine, home, his garden, we are the delights of the Earth and his planets are our home. There are stars, visible, from other planets, too, in God's Divine garden, for the garden is our Universe, where the planets, roam. Our ascension colours are visible, for these are the colours, of the planets. Our garden is a delight to be in, for Summer and Summer, in the month of the moon, of our birth. The birthing of our garden is yours and the blessing of the fruit. Seasonal cycles, take us, to a lesser, home. Plant plants in your garden, to see your worth, for God. Seasonal rhythms, of the cycle of life, take you to who you are. God is your home in the garden. Seasonal, planets, take you around, in a cycle and that is when, you are Mother Earth. We give birth to the moon, for God and then, you plant the seed. Take your field, there, to God. On a bright, lit day, take God, to your home and the moon, lights, the way, at night. We eat grain. You follow.

Our antlers are entwined with the god of the moon, for we are, Jupiter, with her, Luna, our friend. Venus was the moon, for Christ and we idealized her beauty. A Christian calendar has us eating wheat and we drink her voice. The god of the field worships, the goddess of Luna. We eat a drink and field a life, for her. We are, the goddess, of the moon. Christians, of the moon saw her worshiped, in the field, by the grain, on display, for the field. The field of love is under shine and at night, we see the moon. On, another day, we see the South and the South wind should blow. With the seed, in advice, God herald an angel, the angel of the Sun. Venus, was her name, for God, the moon of worth. She had a pretty face, for she was beauty, herself, for God, the goddess of an angel. Divine and requited beauty, is for love, itself, we are the love, of God, for the field and the mice. The fair are the wise, on the field, for we are fair and wise. Love is the field of beauty. The moon, show her face, to the South, for the grain, of the wise, our food for our meal, is worth eating. Our love is the South and the merry wind blow. Jupiter is in the rising South and we are her rising. Show the moon your face.

On the planet moon, we are a face. God love us, in Heaven. The jewels are a Christening. We see the ascension angels in the sky. The colour is near, out with the colours of the sky. There are colours, out there, to observe, all around, in the sky. The lights of the angels tell you the time. We are one with God in the sky. Heaven is gold for the sky. Gold is the lining of your ceiling, Heaven. With Heaven, in the sky, we are blessed in an angel and this means we are blessed for the sky. I love you, in Heaven, angel. Our reference is the Heaven. The cosmos of our energy is sky. The Universe is for the blessing of the sky. When, Universes meet, we are the space, of the sky and the patterns, enlighten you, of time. Coloured, they are, for Heaven and space, they are, for the sky. Space is where there is Heaven, in the sky. Jupiter of the sky, we see her love, in Heaven, for our lights, of the sky and God, ascend us, to Heaven, in the sky. We, reflect, the field of reasoning and here, the crops, have a name. The deer frolic and stand, to obey, the sky. When your antlers, reign, you are, the golden ceiling for the sky. Our plants are our reason and the vegetation of reason, for the deer, of the sky. The deer and their antlers are like under water vessels, of the sky. We know and they feel. When, the deer, are, on land, they are in their garden and gardens of another, home. Here, the deer are in their Divine garden, for God.


Tuesday, October 6, 2015

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Nicole Page-Smith


The sea is green and that is why we reflect the sea. When, the sea is blue, we reflect Heaven, for the sea reflects the sky. The wind reflects the sea, when the sea has rough weather and choppy seas bring up white foam and, this is a cloud of emotions or when, God is thinking. Rough weather throws you off course and this is when, other gods, have to get involved, at sea, the sea of a fairer weather. When, all is calm, out at sea, the calm is after stormy weather. You wonder about the colours, out to sea. Marine mammals are often muted blues, grey or white, sometimes birds have coloured plumage, of yellow, red or orange and this would be camouflage, on the shore, out of stormy weather. Other sea creatures and marine plants, have a brighter array of colours, along with coral reefs, coral fish and starfish, they are reds and oranges, sometimes yellows and purple through to violet. So, the whole sea, camouflages itself, against incoming weather, buoyant is the ocean, at sea. This kaleidoscope of colours, is God, talking about the sea, God speak, with a Christian view, for the reflection of Heaven, is God and Heaven is the sea. The jewels of the sea are as priceless as a sinking ship. When you are golden, the treasure is hidden and finding the treasure, of a shipwreck, on the ocean floor, would be similar. All indication, of the treasure, would be presented to you, but few people would know, where to look. Shifting tides, blowing gales, years of decay, barnacles growing and incrusting the rusting, wreckage, of an old shipwreck, would have obscured, the view. Often, treasure, can turn up, after, years and years of being tossed around, at sea, to the point that it feels like a recent museum piece, was tossed overboard, as finally someone caught up with the pirate thieves. Temptation is the Devil, when it comes to, the treasure, of the sea. Golden is God's Divine light and that is why the treasure is hidden. God throws you all the evidence of his existence and we eat the fish. Our treasure is golden, at the bottom of the sea. We are, the hidden treasure, for God, so, God sees our light, he sees us in Seven ways, for we are the jewels of his crown. Our face, is our jewel, for God and all the fishes in the sea, notice you, walk past, the sea because you face the fisherman's rock. We dive into the sea as our Spirit is our Soul and the hidden treasure, is revealed. 

Why does God hide us from ourselves? All is revealed. We have Seven reasons to know and they have Seven reasons to tell. So, who are they? Ourselves, our Seven selves are the Devil. Who did we have to tell? Our Seventh self or Lucifer, the Devil should know. So, who is to really know our hidden self? God. So, what lies within? Our self is in ourselves. Know thyself, would have a different ring to it. Do we really know who we are? All will tell. Life drags the best, and the worst out of you like love and death, good and Evil, for better or for worse. Experience tells no lies. The Devil knows no Sin for the Devil is Sin and temptation is the Devil. So, how could the Devil tempt us? With, Sin and then, why are some people tempted with Sin and others not tempted by Sin? Some people are nicer than others for it is a Christian, view. Learning is for God and experience is yet to tell. We have Seven eyes for God, Seven experiences and one for God. So, maybe the temptation is love and God took the Devil out of us. Do you have a heart or do you know no Sin? Seven people could tell you.

Seven people, Sin, no more. On the way, to the Christian way, of Christ, God said, one. There are Seven reasons for being and Christ knew one. Christ is our Saviour. There are six horns on the beast and Christ knew Seven. There are Seven tails on Jesus but the Devil has one. Seven are the Lamb of Jesus. We eat meat on the Sabbath. When, Mary, lay a lamb, it was the Lamb of God. Seven horns are the beast and that is why we have Seven Sins. Seven was a deadly number for Christ and his birthday. The day of the Saints did not notice him. Seven is for love but we are all the black eye for God and the day of the world is the day of wrath. We are love, in the ascension, of the Lord Jesus Christ but we were born of one. One day we live for God, we are all glory for God, in the day of the Lord and Heaven is our blessing. We scream out to sea, to the Sirens. On Earth, we are, blessed, by God, but in Heaven, we are blessed, by the angels, Seven are their horns but we only hear one. Seven horns do we see at sea, the Seven angels play, do not listen, the angels of mercy, are there, for the Spirit of death. Heaven is the place, of the sea. The horns, are to trumpet, the end of the world and Poseidon, is to take the angels of mercy, on a voyage, so, do not bless the sea, until your name is near. Our ascension out to sea, is a dangerous, passage.

We are blessed, out at sea and God say, God bless. Blessed are the gods of the sea. There are Seven angels of the sea and the angels, love you. When angels trumpet your name, beware of the sea, face the sea and say God bless, the angels, of the sea. The starlight, of the sea, is like the starlight, of the land and all around it is blessed and blesses the sea. You see starlight, in the glimpses of light, transpired, by sea and water, and light, where the light reflects the sea. The angels of the sea, say, God bless the sea, when you see them, in God's light, reflected, on the waters edge. Starlight is reflected, in the trees, on the land, where the birds and the angels, live, you see their voice and the angels see your name, and God bless, the angels. The sea angels reflect your heart and so do the tree angels, God send a little birdcall, twittering through your heart. Birdcalls take you to Heaven because that is where birds come from, God's divine garden or Heaven. The sea passage takes you to Heaven because that is where your voyage is and an emotional voyage of the heart is taken there. To live, by the sea is a blessing, for the blessed. God bless the sea.

The sea is for fish and they swim in the ocean. The fish have eyes of the sea. In the ocean of the sea, there are eyes, for God and God bless, the sea, of the ocean. Seven angels, of the sea, are to be blessed. One angel resides in the dolphin, another, in the whale and her calf is a blessing, in the sea. God bless, the penguins, for they are birds of the rock and God bless, the sea lions, for the seals play and swim near the rocks, swimming and lashing about, in the seaweed and the mussels, open and close, their shells. Fanned by plankton, the sea is fed, by the rock. God opens the sea, for the newcomers, while the fish, swim out, to sea. Wild fish swim out, in the ocean, for the sea lions and penguins to feed on. Coral fish swim in and around, the warm engagement, of springs, placed, at the bottom, of the sea. Small rock pools, of ancient rock and forests, from a nearby era, hold seaweed, for the barnacles and penguins, to nest the rock and they govern, the ocean, in nearby surrounds, of God's Divine ocean, while the ocean, has a view. We are blessed by the ocean, the sea breeze, the sea view and the ocean floor while the blessing, for God, soars up to the sky, a fountain from the whales spout, and a meal, for the fishes. We all have eyes, for the sea. Seven eyes are upon us.

The Devil, Lucifer, has Seven eyes, in his wings and then, you are in Paradise. Do not pass the gate, at the bottom of the sea or you will go through Hell. The entrance, to Hell, is at the bottom of the sea. The entrance, to Heaven, is at the bottom of the Earth. When you pass through the centre of Earth wave goodbye to Satan. The Seven eyes are upon us, so, forget to Sin or the eternal Lethe, will take you, to a river of forgetfulness. Forget about Sin at Hell's Gate or the Hellhound will devour you, the dog of Sin, has a thirst for Evil. Guard your gate and do not let Evil trespass. Lucifer looks at you from Heaven but where is Heaven, Heaven of Hell? In the centre, so, where is the centre? In the centre of your abyss, the growling, opening, roars. Let the wind pass on through your heart and blast out, though you. Let Hell go, to find Heaven, find the love of God. The starlight is upon you. When you see, the starlight, though the middle of, the Earth, you are blessed by starlight. The eyes line the gateway, to Paradise and see you all around, the entrance, of the gate, like the jewels, of the Nile. When you see the the eyes all around you, you have reached God's heart, the Heaven that is Hell, the life that is death and the eternal love, the heart. The entrance, to Paradise, is your glory day, in Heaven, when, all the trumpets, sing and the angels, line your way unto the end of time. Glory, be the day.

So, what happens, when, you see the eyes, of the Devil, looking at you? You have, no mercy, from God. So, why do sacred people see God, love and Heaven, everywhere, when, Evil follows them? Because they are from Heaven, for God, even though, Hell is visible, too. Do we have to go, down, through Hell, to find God and what does going down, through Hell, incur? You see people commit Sin, Evil and Hell is the street to be avoided, God takes sacred people down another pathway. So, to find Heaven, you have to know Hell. What is it that sacred people could know about Hell? Do they walk along the street and see demons loosely resembling God's Divine human realm? Does God have to enlighten you some days to where you live or just enlighten your Spirit about all the Evil that surrounds you? Do not walk that way. Where do the monsters live, in your heart, in the sea, in your abyss or just on the streets? God was crucified for a reason and that is why we know Christ, in our hearts. We live to try and find God. 
Where does God live? God lives in the trees. We love God in the garden. The stars tell us this on the way down to creationism. Were we born, of a star? The plants tell you this, in the garden of love, for there is love, all around you. When, God shines, in the stars, tell him, you love him, today. The stars tell you this on there way down, from Heaven. Why did God create the stars? God created the stars to tell us he loved us. There are stars, all around, in Heaven and that is why you see daylight. When, the stars, reflect, the garden, you are, in Heaven. Your Spirit walks along, on the pathway and at night, you are the ghost, for the trees. Your soul is your Spirit, for the leaves. Stars, are, your pathway, to Heaven.

When stars love your heart you are in Heaven and that is what God tells you. The stars correspond to your starlight, in your heart and this is what God communicates with, we are all starlight to God. We must appear like cosmic dust in Heaven, a breath of our former selves as our Spirit ascends to God. Stars love you in Heaven because you become their light. The Divine light of God is transcendent. The light of man is knowledge. We breathe our Spirit. To form love in the knowledge of the Spirit, we have to know the starlight that exists in our hearts and this is a Divine awareness of God called Divinity. The union with God, happens at birth, when, we are born, into his garden and here, the garden of the heart, speaks louder, for we are God, in his Divine garden. Fly, beautiful Spirit, with the Divine angels and birds of the sky, fly to God, with your Spirit, and, ascend to God, with the knowledge, of him. God is the love of the sky. Stars only tell you about Divinity and this is why we see them, in the sky, at night. The patterns of the stars, speak, the angel language, of the heart and it is the language, of God. We see his knowledge as we are reflected, in Heaven. Stars only reflect love.

  There are forest fires and forest snakes in Hell and that is why we have starlight, to guide our path. Sometimes, we have to be guided, through Hell and God guide, my pathway, by shielding me, from view. The stars, take you, to God, but were made by an explosion in the sky. When, stars die, they explode, to make a smaller Universe and when, planets die, they crumble to dust. The Universe was created, by an explosion happening, almost, like, gaseous juices, being released from somewhere, into the atmosphere. You would imagine, in the beginning of time, the Universe, we live in, was a darkened, black vacuum, continuing space. A few old rocks could have been floating around, in the darkness. God would have brought light and then, the Sun would have been born. We must have been a very old, Universe, to arrive, in darkness. We are our Divine reflection and that is why we know brightness in our hearts or God. Our light is just a chemical reaction like the atmosphere. The sky is blue.

In the atmosphere of the sky, we are the sea for the ocean and the birds fly on while the fish swim with the currents of the wind, at sea. Your Spirit is in love with God and that is why we are part of the ocean. We see waves of the sea and he follows with currents of the wind, they ebb and flow with the currents of the sea. God is the wind and your Spirit. The sky is blue and our clouds follow you, along the street. Heaven is the street you live in. With the atmosphere of love all around you, a cloud takes you forth, where you ride, the waves of the sea. The ocean of the road is a pathway to take you, along and the ebb and flow, of the sea, encroaches, your pathway. You dream and your pathway, follows. An atmosphere, of love, took God, to the sea and he became the fishes, to swim by, they swim down our road like feet on your pathway, walk. We swim, they fish for philosophy, about, who you are. When you see fish, on your pathway, you are on the ocean floor, of your mind, for they wander through and swim on by. Our atmosphere is oceanic and at sea.

The gods of the sea are the gods of the wind, for they are transpired. There is no secret where the gods live, for we hear the wind. A land of the gods is known and in ancient times, gone by, they made tribute gods, of statuary worth. You can still visit the land of the gods, a place of crumbling ruins and remnants of a lost civilization, the gods can still be heard, echoing the wind. Spirits of the wind, have long since, departed, with graves describing, the dedication of the past gods, to past people. We are the Earth for the people of a past life. Has our philosophy changed or did we just acquire other gods? People of worship, have long since, known. Gods, supply, the same spiritual need and they will tell you this, in the wind. Gods are complimentary to human beings like cats, they guide our way and the sea, takes you, to another land. It is a society of cats.

In the silence of the night cats, they take you, with their dreams, to the thoughts, of another, past life. Do they dream of the Nile and a Sphinx, for their god or is it our tribute god, for their worth? They tell us, old forefathers, of cats, are the lions and tigers or the panthers, of the forest. Tell a cat this and they look at you slyly and dream of a Sphinx or the Nile. In their statuesque, gracing, cats, sit on by. Our fishes of the sea, take them, to another, home, where, dinner on the plate is another meal. Your cat purrs and rubs, past your leg, walking, past you. We drift onto another realm, where human beings meant something, once and our history tells us this. Have we really got anywhere, since, they built the pyramids, of Egypt or did we really need to? Life will tell. There are, Seven points on the pyramid, to complement, the Seven jewels of the Nile and this is to take us by our Seven bodily points to the afterlife as Seven times, in the day, we are preserved. The Sphinx was reserved to tell. We lay tribute.

When, God, told us to Sin, we gave him, the Whore of Babylon, to ride and it was a Sin, for our Christian worth, we rode her like a wild Sphinx. Our beast had Seven heads, four eyes of worth and a multi coloured tail. We are all Lambs of God.


Nicole Page-Smith



Friday, October 2, 2015

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Nicole Page-Smith


When you face the sea, you face death. The sea is our emotional life and takes us to the sea, and this reflection is all to soon, for the living, to contemplate. When we look at the sea, we are contemplating our emotional life, death, takes us there, to the sea. We die at sea and our Divine knowledge is buried, there, at sea. How could our sacred knowledge line the ocean floor, only there, for God to observe and the sea entrance and, why does God have us contemplate the golden section of nature, with the sea? The treasure is hidden on the ocean floor. We eat of the sea but we do not trespass. The Divine symmetry of nature is our reflection and we have measured the rule. Painters of old, during Renaissance Italy, used the rule of thumb. Divine symmetry was there Divine geometry. The background plan, for most of the paintings constructed, was that of the section of gold, a golden rule and the golden section. To contemplate God we have to observe the golden curve, a sea of nature, in itself. The sea is our golden home, for God. Seven times you will be blessed.

Seven places in the sea we are blessed in Heaven. We are blessed to be washed, we are blessed to see wine, we are blessed to see love, we are blessed to see the rosebush and coral of another name, we are blessed to see God, we are blessed to see the sea as we are blessed to observe. Heaven is our pathway to the sea. The sea is golden and this is the section to be observed by. Does the sea look at us? Only from Heaven and where, Divine symmetry is equated mathematically. What do we look like to Heaven? A refection of ourselves and if we then, dive back, down into the ocean, we swim with the coral fishes and glimmer in the sunlight, they are brightly coloured as we are golden. The bright colours are the coral fishes camouflage. We are of the shell as we are of the pearl and the gates await you. Heaven is the gate and we are the pearl. Fish swim on through the gate. We are transparent with the sea. Our Spirit take us, there, to the sea. In the golden section of our nautilus, we are the symmetry of the sea. Each segment equals a part of God and a piece of Heaven. We are Heaven, for the sea.

When, the birds, fly by your grave, you are, blessed, by the sea in the sky, the angels sing your name and your Spirit flies to Heaven. Fly on Spirit to your grave. When the sky blesses the sea, you are worth and fly on birds, of the sea. Angels tell you your name, is the sea, at birth and fly on Spirit, with the wind. Fly, fly Spirit, to God, in the sand, for God walked on the water's edge. When angels, of the sea, bless your name, God laughs and the sea creatures, twirl and tumble, and bless the sea. Fly, fly, Spirit, higher, to God. When the angles, of the sea, call your name the trumpets of Heaven, repeat the call. You are, blessed, by your angel, by the sea, the Spirit is awash and Hell is for Sinners, of the sea. God redeem the Sin, of Evil. All rivers of Sin, meet the sea, in the sea, of Galilee. Seven eyes are upon us and Seven Sins befall the wicked. Evil has, no place, in your sea. The sea of life is the sea of birth and the nautilus tells us this. We are the shell and he is, the sea. Our sea is our spiritual home, for God. Find your ocean, to find the sea. When, love, is at sea, you are buoyant as you have taken, the raft, to sea, your Spirit is on a journey. The voyage, out to sea, takes your grave away and you are born, again, out at sea. The Spirit of death is upon you and God bless, the sea. Love, is the ocean, for the blessed. Our Spirit is out to sea. The sailing boat of love, take my breath, away, to another eternity. Love is eternal and so is the sea of love.

Love takes you to the sea. The sea of change is the sea of love and God change the direction of the wind, currents of an ocean abroad. Currents of the wind, change direction and there is, a sea of change, in the wind. The, direction of the currents, are, noticeable and sometimes, change like the changing direction of schools of fish, who dart about in the sunlight, chasing the waves. Waves of change are waves of thought. Changing the direction of the wind, is useful, for God, we encourage solar winds as we spin on an axis and reflect the poles. The currents of sea are seasonal and do reflect our position in the Solar system. How far away, from the Sun, we are and other positions, of similar rotating planets, does reflect the gravitational pull, of the Earth and you will notice a change of direction, in the river flow and this will be when schools of salmon, will be spawned. Other, activities in the ocean, like, for example, warm river currents and an ocean breeze to fish, have the marine life, foaling young. The oceans warm, as the Seasons change and become warmer, some ocean mammals find shelter in nearby sand dunes, where they will make a nest. Migrating birds are Seasonal and fly with the wind.

Your Spirit flies with the wind, it travels along and you follow. When, at sea, your Spirit flies, to eternity. The birds carry you along, on the winds edge like the tip of a wing and you fly with the migratory birds, to your Spirit's home, where your Spirit is warm and nurtured by God. Your Spirit is part of God's realm and that is why you are sacred to God. Your soul is a mirror for reflection and that is why Seven colours, fly onto you. At sea, the birds take you, there, to, an ascension of the sea, a Heaven, of love, with the Paradise, of the ocean. The Paradise, of migratory birds, who frequent, islands of a Paradise, for birds, are God's love, they teach you of ascension as they fly upwards with the wind, a breath, in the knowing of God. We measure our love, of God, by how much we can see, Heaven. The birds show us Heaven, even if, we are not listening. The sea, the wind and the rain take your cloud of love onwards. Our spirit is in love, with God and the angels in Heaven, when, the rainbow appears amongst the clouds. Fly, beautiful Spirit to God, on a windy day, race with the clouds, to Heaven. We reflect the Seven stars, of Heaven, in the sea.