Oxygen is the air we breathe

Oxygen is the air we breathe 

In heaven we are born, we are born in heaven. The wind through the grass is like our life's journey. When you view the cliff face and your mind travels down with the swallows and then flies further until you view the sea your mind is expanded. An expanded view is a view of the world and our minds expand with it. The experience of our journey gives the temperature on the ground a way. The pathway forward is the map on the ground and a road map like we are walking on stars, the heat of atomic energy is what we feel when the Sun parches the earth. Our journey is short lived so to stay on our pathway is similar to mapped wind. Our spirit travels through the grass and through our life. Our spirit travels through the air and currents of wind. The Holy Spirit does walk with us as though, we were being carried along by God in the clouds on the earth. Gardens and blossom are resplendent in Spiring. Racing, the clouds race around in the wind and on a nice hot sunny day, the wispy clouds can be seen, above. The sound of the wind is like the echo. 

When the clouds separate in the sky and the Sun comes peering through the clouds, everything is enlightened. The glory-of-God is Spring blossoms on the trees, an enlightenment occurred to God on the day of the Lord. Shining is sunshine. The map of the universe is our face to God in the sunshine and as sweet as pet cats or the flowers looking up at you. Clouds race on by. We do not realise what the Sun is. Atomic energy is the Sun and previously philosophers of old talked about the Sun being the centre of the universe. We give off light but also light the universe with a pattern and the reverse of the shadow of the Sun, our path is illuminated, by torchlight or there were fairies in the garden lighting our way. To map our heart is to map the universe. The heat on the ground takes you on another pathway. Wind, the spirit, air is the air we breathe. Light takes you to sunshine, within and the centre of the universe is similar to the centre of the earth, an illumination. People would not believe you if you told them we illuminate the moon and the sun. However, scientists have long talked about plants photosynthesising or absorbing sunlight. Perhaps, plants are like Christmas trees at night and shine.

You could imagine the light of the love in your heart should light the universe with the air we breathe. Automatically we are like God's inner light source and the air we breathe is a god. Stars light the way for us in a Christian way by day and by night. The distance between the Earth and the Sun is our light and the realms of heaven our light comes from. Angels speak of heaven. You would imagine air came to Earth like water from outer space. Meteorites, comets, asteroids and fallen stars carry our light and we breathe. Are we space aliens from another planet? We are probably only ourselves gods, only mortal, part of the god, air and aeons away we realise ourselves. Our spirit wind is mapped by another universe. Spring/Summer winds blow through the gardens and scatter blossom everywhere. The birds fly through and make a sound with their wings, flying through. Annotating birds and their breath would feel like we were annotating the heart. Birds call God's name and twitter. Flying overhead birds appear to provide a light and make you feel happy, singing in the trees. Angels are our light. Oxygen is the air we breathe. 

By Nicole Page-Smith

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In heaven

In heaven

We breathe the breath. We are one god, one world. We are the faith, the faith of mankind and we know. We know the world is one. When we breathe, the air breathes for us. We are the spirit and the spirits breath. Spirits breathe for us for we are, we are the world, worlds and a world away in the universe somewhere, there was a map. The map contained the world, the world map of creation and we are of that world. Universes and worlds away in another time and place there was and we were. We are one. One with creation is one with the world and we are, one. Places, universes and space-time for time equals matter are one with him, the air. Cats purr but we breathe and when you think about the amount of breath needed in one breath, we will be getting somewhere. We will for we are we were one for God was the one who gave us breathe. We breathe and the life of the spirit is the wind. The air flies like the clouds and the clouds are mapped on the ground. We are then like pollen and smell of the flowers for we are a slight breeze and chance for rain. Patterns in the clouds are our home. 

We float. Floating and air are our wind. Rushing across the earth we map the ground with the shadows of clouds. Light passes by and a heart map is like the Sun, a road map viewed by birds flying high in the sky. A steeple takes your mind to the top of the cathedral; your spirit is in its heights. We are the air, a god. God and gods take you to them in clouds and we are the moisture to fall down in the rain. We descended. Our descendants are from earth. When we rose we rise as moisture to the clouds, from rivers and streams. The spirit wind is our universe and a heaven, only breath and the moisture of a kiss. Angels cried for we were born only to find a Paradise on earth amongst angels. Flying with the angels and the birds we ascend and descend with the moisture in the clouds, flying up to glide on air pockets in the sky. Angels leave a star pattern on the earth where they walk; we follow and know the earth. The earth is the spirits home, to walk amongst the angels and gods tell us our worth. We walk the heavenly road mapped out for us by God. God flies with our spirit in the wind and is the wind, our spirit. The spirit flies through you and is your life and journeys through our body, a connection to God. Our life is already mapped-out by God before we are born, in heaven.

Nicole Page-Smith

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We breathe

We breathe

Air, air is the air we breathe. The flowers on a hot Spring/Summer's day has the perfume of blossom and the scented garden breathes our smell. Air and air heavy with the smell of Spring blossom and pollen is similar to how matter behaves in the cosmos, a golden memory and maybe how the garden of God was created. We are like a memory in angel dust and float with the wind and a map of the wind exists on the ground as though we were a moonscape, rivers and past meteorite activity. Patterns of the universe are like patterns in nature and the flowers. The patterns of the planets exist as though printed on our body as our organs connect to the water and the air and are a star guide for the gods. The earth, we walk on governed by the wind is our Christian pathway and like our spirits are blown along with the wind. Stars light the way. We walk by day in memory of night and the universe. Follow the beautiful smells of spring air pungent with blossom and the air you breathe will carry the scent of God. God in the garden maps the universe.

The map of the universe is the Spring air we breathe. Breathing we breath moist air. Our air is an equation of the universe once known. Atoms behave differently closer to the earth or a substance of another matter. The air we breathe does come from outer space and is a combination of elements. The elements of air, fire and earth equal the ether. Water was an element once known to man but differently and an element of the gods. God provided the water and we provided man, God once said. The most kiss of your loved one is like an equation God wants you to know, that once you loved him, God, the almighty father in Heaven. God is our memory but we take his heaven with us to those we love for God is the heart and is man. Air is the air we breathe and is like a breath of the universe, its light is known as the Sun, a Christian light. The chemical equation of air loosely related to the oxygen we breathe of the universe expands and will disappear but we will no longer be here to breathe the oxygen. The human race is like a memory of breath and the universe, its map. To map the universe is to map air or like a wind in memory of our selves, the spirit. Air pungent with breath. We breathe. 

Nicole Page-Smith

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To map the universe

To map the universe

We map the spirit and the wind and holy breath rushes through us. Air and clouds float, white light and the patterns of the clouds descend. Pools of golden light are illuminated on the earth and the magical feeling of being transported arises. We enter consciousness. Light travels through air and causes a glow. When clouds descend attracted to the earth after rain, they cling to the hills and mountains and it is as though the spirit has risen from the earth in a hot breath. Spirits arise and descend as God descends on us with light. Air is our ephemeral breath and permeates the spirit, earth, we ascend, patterns and light. Floating off with the patterns of the clouds and rain we descend. In a euphoric glory we walk the earth like divine beings descended from heaven. Angels walk with us and we pray. Shadows of clouds and the air hit our face and it is as though God saw the clouds on our face. We descended from heaven. Walking with the reflection of clouds on our face, we were part of the wind with our mind. Minds and wind are part of our spirit. Sometimes we have feathers and are carried by the wind, we glide on the air. We are of rain and descend with the clouds. Mapping the universe is our purpose. The angels cried.  

We saw the rain and the angels wept some more. Rain and clouds, water, drifting. The Holy Spirit is amongst us. The golden light filters down through the sky. You see God in the Sun. Brightness is a knowing. Golden we know where to find God. Water separates the air in the clouds and like the water tower nominates a place. The direction of the spirit is the spirit wind and it trespasses like a warm breath. We breathe and are taken. Light is our only knowledge of ourselves and once we were light but when the light hits moisture it glows. Once it did not glow and we were pure universe before time. Light is in memory of ourselves and matter expands the universe for us to know. Angels are our only memory of ourselves. The light travels along in memory of clouds and angels only to separate to remind us of God and God's breath. Moisture is in memory of the spirit so we know that once we were alive and are of God. Down deep in another part of the universe there will be indication of a divine kind of matter unseen to human minds. An indication of God is the map we know and are looking for always. We wander off so deeply in space where the gods are our only friends to an understanding. Water like air are gods of an unknown place to man but the angels secretly can tell you. We are all angels to God.

Nicole Page-Smith

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Bees

Bees

As the elephants dance with the gods, the gods and Ganesha dance an elephant dance, too. We dance and think of other palaces, temples and roadside concrete Ganesha gods daubed with blue pigment. Cats are always there, with us. On holiday you can almost imagine your cats thinking about you missing your lap and you seem to carry their cute little thoughts around with you. We go to the matter of the spirit and bees fly off in another philosophy. Spiritual pathways take us through India and to the Ganges. We think then of other spiritual vocations and vacations to Italy. Our spirit flies in thoughts and dreams, memories of places our body has visited. A trail of old religious paintings and sculptures, paintings of Saints and martyrdom, churches and wonder why. Churches in London with the graves of the dead in the floor and not wanting to walk on them, walking on cracks, London walking. London's parks and gardens, people walking their dogs, squirrels, foxes at night rustling in the bushes as you walk by them. Cats in full daylight can be found in suburban streets. Cat postcards and lots of funny cats, London is a real cat place. Cat sculptures adorn the British Museum, ancient Egypt honor the cat. Cat gods and lion gods have throngs of tourists with too many cameras in worship. I prefer quieter museums where viewing is made pleasurable with less people but maybe gods need the worship. Cat drawings take us to a different philosophy.

Sweet cat drawings by the English artists then, take us to Germany and Durer etchings of Adam and Eve, cats are in his garden of earthly delights. A Paradise in a garden of another spirit and a spiritual vocation, bees to the honey and hours on end of viewing the spirit, spirits fly. Flying spiritually our mind wanders. Honey and naked honey goddesses are synonymous with paintings on display. Germany's cat calendars are to die for. Cat paintings are a very German thing, too. I am wandering with my cat as though racing spiritually along the street and through museum after museum. Cats walk and take you on a different pathway and we are taken to France again, Surrealist exhibitions and the first viewing of The Monk by the Sea. Caspar David Frederick's incredible philosophy in paint takes my spirit, soaring and flying with the owls by the moon although we mainly contemplate the landscape or the sea. We are evaluated spiritually and go to Berlin. Other paintings and the Caspar David Friedrich room at the Alte Nationalgalerie take you to the Romantic philosophy of the day and the spirit soars with it. Melancholic, it is as though death is pleasurable and the greatest spiritual achievement, a heaven we journey through life for to find its ultimate Paradise. We die spiritually in order to find our grave or spirit in paint, an illusion of God. We live though and think of our cat. 

Cats take us through life. We are cats of another philosophy. Bees.

By Nicole Page-Smith

Nicole Page-Smith

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Elephants dance of another universe

Elephants dance of another universe

In the cat universe in heaven, you would expect to see all your long lost pets and I wonder if when we go upstairs we see them as people describe on their exit to the angel realms above. I wonder why the white light and what cats see other than their owners or fellow cat companions on the street, when they go to God. Greek cats and gods are as synonymous with Greece as the wind. Islands not travelled to, spirits long gone and in books. We take the journey, sail with the gods and climb Mt. Olympus with them. Warriors and gods, poets, writers and philosophers and visit Greek Orthodox chapels, reminiscent and in the same style as other Orthodox religions. Then, we are taken back to Italy only close by to Greece, thinking of Orthodox churches, mosaics shimmering in Venice or Ravenna. The odd passer by or cat, wandering undisturbed we walk on by. Dreaming we fall asleep with a cat. Cats take us to the bookshops and in Greece strangely, there are never any postcards or marketing of cats, their very selling pitch. We sail around the Greek islands and expect to find nothing other than cats eating fish. The postcards and calendars have us sailing with images and dreaming of cruises or movies. Films of another universe and bees take us to the philosophy of the cat, purring and food.

Food cats love to consume. Heavenly is the universe of the cat. The universe of the cat includes us all for we provide the food. Walking, cats walking and walking we are cats; they take us to the fish. Fish dinners in Vienna and the sphinxes, in the museums, Eros and gods, you will find very few sculptures of cats, one of the the hardest animals to draw or paint. The honey pot is cat friendly places, internal places or hot they lie on concrete, the grass or outside in the sun. Cats of worship, worship the sun. Birds are another preoccupation, flying, chirping, they are the the constant companion of the cat. Flying overhead or confronting cats, only birds larger than cats will frighten them. The Japanese are peculiarly good at painting and photographing cats but, draw nature and the sea. One skilled pen and ink swill draws a cat image but a master of the craft and figuration takes us sailing to India, Indian Jainism and religion. We are reminded of temples once visited of piercing blue eyes, veiled women and different varieties of Hindu. Animals of another god see elephants. We are thinking, now of the Taj Mahal and ancient architectural lacework, the light filtering through and climb up observatory posts to the stars in our mind or another town, angled stairways like a playground for the gods. Then, go up the mountains of Nepal, to the base camp, short of breath, see endless mountains for eternity and strange peasant children run along beside you asking for bon-bon. Animal gods are everywhere and as prolific as figurative sculpture, dancing an Indian dance. Entwined they are with the cosmos as with one another and speak of a new beginning. Mice rather than cats run around temples filled with rice as an offering and everywhere holy cows, wander. Chickens and goats are more the norm on a bus ride with piles of saffron and temples only for men in isolated places. Delicious curries and beer await you and elephants dance of another universe.  

Nicole Page-Smith

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