Bees take you to another philosophy

Bees take you to another philosophy

You are walking along the pathway to the Greek temples and the throngs of tourists interrupt your way. In Italy you wander. Rome is a place well known for cats. We are reminded of film, film actresses and photos, Paris windows and bookshops, free wild cats roaming the streets. On the way to the Greek temples, kittens, trailing behind you they wander, meowing. Books of long since past Greek sculptures who honour your worth or their own, Charioteers and gods for the Sun. Sunning and sunbaked Greek tourists travel past on the way through Delphi for beaches and resorts but we are taken by the view. As cats, we have long been of worship with the Sphinx. Sphinxes with wings, towering in museums are not our home. Bees take you to another philosophy and we are there with the gods. Temples and the view take us to the amphitheatre for staged plays of Greek tragedies. You wonder who formally walked along the pathway to the temples, pageants and the gods in honour of Apollo and almost imagine them in ancient dress. Former people no older than cat species themselves. 

Imagining there are so many images of the cats of the Greek Islands that maybe the gods donated them for another place. Paris and European bookshops have them sleep as we read, long used to human noise. Rome has them wander. They wander by tourists on their way to museums, sacred pathways from old streets leading to Rome, film streets from the sixties, cat eyes and make-up, a different sort of cat. The parks and gardens nearby still have the resemblance of lost stray cats nearby and domesticity. The party people have long since gone, although a few stray cats exist. Cool in the forest trees, ancient trees, old species of ancient Rome, we are reminded of the books of Virgilian literature of the most famous plagiarised basis of Western culture of Dido and Aeneas and the seven hills of Rome. Of museum collections, of artists who sculpted mythological subjects, of Popes and Papal collections, the Vatican and the old Roman copies of the Greek originals of churches in domestic areas and the odd cat passing by. Of all the ancient Roman Empire could encourage, of museums found in books and the odd cat in the garden. Cats wandering and once what the city was known for stray cats more than film stars. Bees take you to another philosophy and Bernini or the famous coat of arms and his bee sculpture at the bottom of the street and the street made famous by film stars. Bernini is not know for his sculptures of cats though, more the fountains in tourist books, churches and the odd elephant. Perhaps, later Italian artists painted cats, paintings in the modern art gallery and cats are sleeping in my mind. We wander off to the bees in the honey pot. 

French cats. They sleep in bookshops and sleep in our mind from thousands of images of cats in books, all in French speaking cat in French. Universal is the meow and cats have their own universe to think about and are taken their secretly, always seem drifting in their thoughts, thinking of you, we do not entertain them much, though. Thinking, dreaming of another Universe, cats seem not with us at times and do not respond to your thoughts. Thinking we are back in Rome and do the Roman street cats communicate to the French street cats and other cats around the world. Perhaps cats are like humans and communicate with the cosmos and their own cat gods in the sky. We are thinking about Egyptian cats and Egyptian gods with the planets, moons and sun they represent but the humble cat god still appears to worship the Sun. Sphinxes in desert sand guard temples and the mysteries of the wonders of the world. Sphinxes take us to Paris again and old paintings and the sea, movies with cats. Writers, artists and film stars with cats as companions, the solitary life of intellectuals, Venice and sphinx paintings at the Guggenheim, all socialite, goddesses, Universes of cats.

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Nicole Page-Smith

Measured we are by the shoreline

Measured we are by the shoreline

Our minds expand. Contemplation is the shore we view but an ocean where once we were. We view the sea. Your mind travels to the oceans of Venice or to Greece on a journey not travelled only imagined. The gods took me there, to the islands, one day to windy islands for gods only. In books, pictures, philosophy came of the same water, the beautiful ordered universe where oceans would be. Beaming down on us like the sun on the sand, sun baking, the shoreline, we wandered for hours undisturbed by everyone and everything, bar the music of the ocean. Roaring the ocean played with light. I remember the cats of Greece and the hills and mountains of old temples, crumbled down to their stones, lying there like some ancient god pushed the columns over, long ago. Giants and gods walking the earth, you are taken on the Odyssean journey and are blown off course only to find another island, gods jealous of your arrival, old gods and new. We travel the oceans in our mind.

Churches take you into an interior of the mind sometimes with the Virgin Mary glowing in front of a window. Praying mourners, mourn their loved ones in side chapels, weeping openly in full view. Some churches in Venice are best viewed late in the day. Venice is a place with the sunset in view. The gondola rides feel like they are for the last ascension with ghosts and a haunting tale or memory of old films and books. Literature takes you to oceans and we are reminded of Venice water taxis giving you the guided tour around the water canals, so much history. Lapping with the waves I am taken to my shoreline with a similar inner cathedral and nature to view. Looking at the ocean you are not reminded of the ancient quality of the sea or how old the planet is, perhaps a god holds our emotions in the present and they ride the waves. The order is our chaos. Chaotic our emotions flow. The spiritual necessity of the sea is where the ocean meets the sky and sometimes the shoreline. We walk like monks by the ocean shore and are reminded of Romantic philosophy of other centuries gone by but somehow in modern day clothes. The chances are our ordered chaos is a god and our emotions are taken with tidal waters. Ebbing and flowing they flow, an ordered pattern in the universe and emotional energy seems to drift off with sea breezes. We contemplate the sea. 

Standing on the shoreline we are reminded of the clouds pregnant with rain, rain drifting and storms out to sea. Standing in the light of the silvery clouds we are undetermined. The direction of the rain, winds, storms or how long we have before it rains. The shore is gathered with people, Sunday strollers, their children, loved ones and pets, dogs swimming in the ocean, racing around you chasing one another, socializing. You walk quickly along for the tide is often rising and in a lost memory, your shoes get wet. We are reminded of all the mammals of the oceans, of whales, dolphins and further out to container ships and pleasure cruises. We are taken by the ocean memories of old love affairs, sun baked and seafood dinners. The crispy feeling on your face with too much sunshine, salt and surf. Swimming all summer on a hot summers day, views of the ocean and happy times in love. The philosophy. Waters, oceans that could meet any shoreline, we are taken to nature, nature walks and forests have the same cool breezes, shaded by trees. In the shaded late afternoon after full day sun, the ocean shoreline is our place. The philosophy of the same water and the beautiful universe where the oceans would be is by the shoreline. The shoreline will have to be measured.

Measured we are by the shoreline.

by Nicole Page-Smith

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Where the oceans would be

Where the oceans would be

On the day of a fiery moon the cosmos was created out of chaos. We love our gods of the air, the water, the earth and the fire for their chance to order the universe. The beautiful universe was born of the heavens. Gods of the sea sparkle for they are of the ocean and as the tides ebb and flow we are drawn with them, ebbing and flowing. Tides of the sea have us stand in contemplation and our minds are taken with the wind. The universes shine down on us as the stars provide the reflection of the moon on the water. Storms of the sea have thunder and lightning as our blessing from God and the gods provide the water, the calm after the storm. We provide the sea.

Sea and water are a refreshing change. The oceans hold starlight for they are god. We stand at the foreshore where the Earth meets the sky. Water is our ebb and we flow. Marine animals hear our sonar and we ride with the whales and the dolphins and the fishes of the sea. Swimming we are the sound of the roar of the waves and travel on the water like a sea craft. We are the sand we walk on and the smell of the salt spray holds our attention with the wind on our face blowing against us. We ride our craft in the ocean and glide with the sail. Riding around swimming and riding the depths of the ocean we glide with the seals and the penguins. Fish love us to call them by name. The beautiful universe of coral is our home in warmer waters and we are the water of the sea of oceans, itself. The opposite of chaos was the cosmos for the Ancient Greeks and the gods themselves. Starry patterns shine down on us to remind us who we were while the fiery moon burns away, a night in the sky.

We are water and when we rain we came from meteorites in a similar shower. We shower the earth like hail and thunder and the lightening in a storm. The shores have grown and intensified. While once we were all ocean now we are land. Landmass expands like the ocean. We expand in ourselves. We are an expansion. Atomically matter explodes like we do and we are an expansion. We die because of our explosion and there is a point where matter is in the reversal. We are part of the ocean as we are part of earth. Earth is our matter and we grow forward from it. When our planet lay bare it will be like the surface of the moon and although once a watery surface had the valleys and the mountains of the surface of the moon. Moons sparkle. An illumination. We contemplate the moon when we look at the sky for it has a similar light. Blue is the sky and we would see the oceans from the moon under the light of the sun. We are matter expanding. 

Nicole Page-Smith

We expand and contract. For we are moon waxing and waning. We are the fire for we expanded the universe. Illuminating the stars we kept going. Planets can only be seen for we the light of God. Looking. Look to forward light. Look to the light of God. In the chaos we found the fire. We organized the universe. Bach found music but we found sound. At the speed of light we will find one another, through God and the gods. Fire is the ever-expanding universe and the universe expands like fire. Chaos found earth but we found fire. Fire is the light of the cosmos, God and illumination. We are the light. The light of the universe is our expansion. Expanded is our comprehension of the universe for we see light and hear the sound. When the universe ends there will be a very loud sound but it will be infinite like a roar. The beginning of the universe started the same way and sang. Singing and roaring the universe will continue to be. Expansion is our universe. 

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We fly

We fly

We fly and separate. Our body flies and the spirit, separates, in the mind to go to God. Sperating in substance there is a chance the animal spirit is our god. God is in every cell and flies like the birds fly through us. Birds fly through us in spirit. We have wings of contemplation and they elevate us. Ascending in life, we grow. In the garden of Adam we grow like trees in the garden of Adam and Eve. Birds fly through the garden. We fly in trees like trees flying. There are animals in our garden barely noticed by the birds. Spirits fly over the trees flying and the birds are in contemplation of the self. We are taken to God this way and exist in memory of the birds. Our spirit, part bird, flies. The seraphim too close to the Sun are bright and we barely see them, they are too close to God. Light and God elevate the spirit. Sun was once established in the sky. The Sun is the centre of the Universe for God and we are the centre of the Universe as though we are the Sun and became its light. Illuminated we stand on Earth for God to see us like the plants in the sunshine, shining on a hot summers day. We only exist in memory of God. 

We fly into the void as if into a mirror. Maybe this describes time and God in reversal of our selves. The world spins on an axis. I feel there is a ring around the Earth like the rings of Saturn and this would perhaps be visible for view from as far away as the planet Saturn. Scientist talk of an elliptical circle the Earth travels on and this would give the planet its tilt or why we slant on an axis. We could be in divine reflection of our self or see each other in the mirror. We are of another world. We see the future and the past in our own reflection almost the same as seeing life and death. Mostly there is a Christian idea that the Earth orbits the Sun. I believe we are traveling forward. We reflect our own light and see as if in reversal. A photograph is an optical illusion. Light curves and causes an optical illusion of outer space. Night might trespass day. We may reflect our own Universe and our self or Earth. The one God we know is our alpha or the delta and we are on the pathway of asteroids.

The elliptical circle we travel on is a circle with a side view and oscillates. If you were to compare the heavenly view of the world or underneath the earth and above in the sky this would describe the heavenly view or what Heaven and Hell, attract. Underneath our elliptical circle, the orbit of Earth as the Earth orbits the Sun spinning on an axis is what we fear or the Hell for want of a better description. The Heaven or what is above the Earth and includes the planets towards the Sun is our heavenly view. The angels and medieval writers of old describe a Paradise in the centre of the Earth or the Sun of the centre of the Universe. The heavenly view could briefly be associated with the equator and what is above or below the equator. The equator is like a mirror and we reflect ourselves. I imagine if the mirror or equator was positioned in our body through the midriff this would describe the attraction and the view. Paradise is found in the heart and the garden has birds fly through us as if through the spirit to God. We have to remember as we change to angel dust and fly off to Heaven, our earthly life and animal spirit. God perhaps has the planet Earth as other planets in the Universe attract various force fields around them and we would attract the pathway of asteroids and meteorites or the water of another Earth. The world spins and we oscillate but were we really meant to be so destructive as we only know death in our hearts or an end. God find us a Paradise.

Trees in the garden of philosophy hold the Paradise of the heart and stars communicate with the cosmos. Jupiter has foliage and feels like another green garden of a planet. Is Jupiter our reflection and another Paradise? As the planets sit out in the cosmos, the universe and stars are the other planets in memory of our-selves, something like the fixed stars but fixed in another time? So many light years away, knowing the planets in our hearts feels similar to knowing dinosaur fossils when we see them in old history museums. Space alien in the knowing of an-alienation; dinosaurs feel as natural as they were our ancestors. We are plants in the garden like potted plants. Growing in the garden like tropical plants needing somewhere for wild tendrils to curl around our planets feel more rock than plant. Wild beasts may have sprung out of the garden and out of the earth as though they were growing like plants in the earth. Garden trees inform the birds as though they flew out of the trees and perhaps God created birds to fly out of an ascension as though out of the magical, pungent, air of a forest. Do birds come from another Universe and simply flew straight into the trees? A Christian pageant of the heart is the tree.

Trees know, they tell you in their leaves. People know and tell you in their hearts. We know because we were of a similar universe. Angels fly through you on their way down from heaven and we walked along the forest floor that day. Trees line the way to heaven and the forest tells you this as you fly through the forest. Birds. Fly. Flying through the forest the birds find ascension and are multicolored. Aware of your presence birds like to perform for you without you in mind. They always appear at the edge of the forest trees. We see the patterns of the sun glimmer with light. Families and species of birds appear to flock like angels. We are birds of another name. You could imagine as your spirit flies on off to heaven we become part tree and as we plant our feet in the earth we grow roots out our toenails. Our limbs grow towards the sky in heaven in the sunshine of the light of ascension. Blowing like leaves in the wind, the spirit takes the leaves somewhere and the water evaporates as though in ascension to God. We become part cosmos when once we were plant. The water remains in the clouds. Trees went walking in the forest and birds followed by wing. We fly.

By Nicole Page-Smith

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Our Paradise for God

Our Paradise for God

As the planets are entangled in our psyche like ancient gods of Egypt carried the Sun or the moon on their head we are in a spin with the planets carrying their cycles around with us. We go to an afterlife of the spirit enriched with gold. We are entombed with a hieroglyphics of the history of the Universe. The cycles and planets of the moon and other worth, shower us with information like shooting stars, comets and asteroids, meteorites and divine light of star clusters as though the light is our Heaven in the heavens. Do the spirits who fly to heaven reflect in star clusters? Is that what we see? Planets and cycles of the Universe travel through and, spin. Paradise in the garden for the ancient Egyptians was their afterlife all they lived for was their death. We are in their memory.

Sometimes God will come to you in a dream. Other visions of God are materialized from the projection of a dream, a very ancient belief of the unconscious. The projection of the early realm tied in with emotions takes us to a portrait of ourselves. Our internal life takes us to God to prepare us for death and God takes us unto him in our dreams. We are prepared for death because we are mortal and the immortal. The immortal part of us is God, is the spirit and does take us unto him via the dove in Paradise; a garden unknown to the heart and the garden is the heart. God's divine garden, the Paradise of the heart is death. We are informed of God in a Christian way. Christ is our heart and God takes us to his love. We only reach the paradisiacal garden when we die. When you are born in heaven as with God and all human beings were born in the garden or born with a heart, we were born of Adam. Animals were born of an angel and exist in our garden. Fantastical beasts.

We gallop and then we travel and then we travel with the stars in heaven. We ride and then we gallop forward. Stars follow us in heaven. We are of their star and gallop like the beasts in heaven riding around the heavens in a heavenly way. Star maps and stars in heaven map out our way and we see ourselves, fantastical beasts in Heaven, astrological guides. Our map is reflected down on Earth and we see ourselves. Beasts, stars, animals and all the astrological star signs. We see our elders in the sky. The astrological stars have been there from the beginning of time and how could this be? We see ourselves. The planets of the Universe have been in the sky from the beginning of time but not the beginning. The Universe does rejuvenate itself cyclically but not in a known way that is comprehensible as a logical understanding of chance. Order in chaos is another theory but briefly explains how matter works. There is the chance factor in the Universe as there is our normal earthly life.

All the paintings of medieval Europe describe a certain Heaven and a certain Hell or the end of the world. Literature and Early Christian and Byzantine Orthodox religion would sell a similar story of an Apocalypse and an early religious belief or an afterlife known as our current understanding of Heaven. They were born of an angel, graced artists of God and early religious beliefs from Persian texts, early spiritual beliefs of God, the gods and Ancient Egyptian ideas seem almost futuristic as though a heavenly belief came from outer space. Sometimes you would imagine that perhaps we got it back to front and the Apocalypse came first, where we came from was ourselves but how we got there will be a nightmare, all in a matter of speaking. Matter implodes and so do we. We are born only to die a death, not matter but God. The God part of us or the spirit goes unto God in the heavens. Christian people though, are buried in the first circle of hell and when the end of the world occurs they will rise out of the earth but not in a Christian way just sit up as though in the grave, in fact forced out of the earth with such force they will look like they are walking around amongst the living. The living will be living no more and like the Apocalypse visionaries have forecast there will be people like an Apocalyptic vision of Hell for the damned people, angels and demons will be flying around maybe with wings.

You could imagine somehow between the crossover of time and other species of dinosaurs and humans when we were naked in the garden of God, winged beings existed. As we are taken back to beginning of the world and the beginning of time our spirit bodies naked with no longer the use of clothes in the garden would encounter earlier species and the dinosaurs or smaller winged varieties, flying like birds. Flying with the birds our early descendants perhaps not angels or demons but flying dinosaurs it will be strange to go back amongst them. We are reminded with walking through museums of ancient dinosaur fossils and natural history of the history of our origins and it is strange how familiar they feel. Descending from birds or modern birds in flight of our spirit takes us to God and as we go backwards in time perhaps we will fly off with them our spirits like birds and take flight. In islands that are our home to the birds humans should not be allowed and maybe never existed but only of spirit. Birds fly. In our spirit form we go to God. The chances are we are already birds but God forgot to tell us as we exist in the garden of the heart, our Paradise for God.

Nicole Page-Smith

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Paradise is the garden of the heart

Paradise is the garden of the heart

Seven planets. The souls rose that day. They rose out of the garden. On the second line up of the planets we will no longer exist. Time will go so fast in the reversal. Venus, Mars, Neptune and the moons will be our home. Paradise is the garden and a Hell where we will find Heaven. We are born to appreciate. When we are taken right back to the first man of the world it will only be three hundred years after the existence of the planet. We will be taken right back there to the first garden God created as a memory in the earth and grow out of earth like plants in the garden. Maybe, remain plant in memory of a former god. Plants are our memory and how do we know the other planets are not our former home (Earth). Earth was our former home when we were angels and flew like the birds through the sky. We are of Paradise in the sky.

Paradise in the garden had fantastical animals, dinosaurs and creatures of the Earth, gods. Gods turned monstrous in size and form and shape. Gods roamed the Earth before their earthly creatures did, not seen among the plants. While planets revolved around the Earth informing daily, gods and monsters, creatures, fantastical animals, plants and Earth, the sky shone down with day and night, stars, the Sun and the reflection of the moon, on the waters edge. We were born of the water. Angels flew through with demons, gods and monsters not noticing them, flying by, their angelic presence was only known to God. Are you "informed" by an angel, today? An angel thought so. The Earth gave birth to creatures of fantastical worth and had them fly, land dwelling animals stomp along, run and plod and walk the Earth.  All the gods and animals, angels and beasts of the Earth, united in species and became human. An early human had wings like an angel, we flew like birds in the sky and then, our angel spirit flew to God as we were no longer gods and had a mortal existence. We still have a memory of our former angel wings and fly in spirit through ourselves. Flying we exist for God.

Flying we fly unto ourselves. We are in Paradise. The garden of Paradise and fly with the branches of trees like flying buttresses on churches. The trees. Tree branches. They are trees with branches, churches fly like buttresses supporting them, flying. We fly. Wings on buildings would appear like angels and we fly through the steeple of the church. We exist on the eves of churches as they are in existence. Our spirits fly with them like birds. We need to have the Gothic view, upwardly focused, stretching and elongating as though our bodies were as elongated as doorjamb, sculptures. We stretch our necks and elongate them as though stretching like a giraffe. Eating the fresh food and succulent leaves from the treetops we reach the pinnacle of achievement as though some ascetic studying religion by the sky at night. The religion is the sky and we are the leaves. Stretched and elongated our necks reach up to God. We fly with the spirit.

Nicole Page-Smith

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