Poems & Writings
HOWARD'S MILK STORY— A Mystic Happening
Question - What is love ? For me it has been, and is, such a big word, too big for me to embrace fully.
I meditated and I got this - Love includes. So does love exclude anything, can it, how can it ? So, if I am to be a loving man, must I include all things - impossible. I asked Great Spirit for help and I wish to share what I was given here.
Howard, there are two ways to know love…
I was shown a great forest and was invited to step into it and travel I knew not where to, I assumed to the other side, it did not feel like a comfortable invitation. I was told that each tree was a tree of learning, if I wanted to learn about love I must sit at the base of each tree and learn its lesson. Before me stretched a vast forest, it did not feel right. Then in my vision appeared a shining one, he spoke, “one way to learn what love is, is to know every avenue of hate” as he spoke the forest before me grew more menacing and yet in some deep way, very familiar. The voice said , “you and people like you have sat under all the great trees in the forest, much work has been done, much has been learned: the knowledge is within you”. Then another vista opened, a river to cross and small canoe before me, I entered the canoe and set out.
Some time later Elsa and I arrived in Somerset UK to teach a course having been in London for two weeks, we live in a caravan there. I was exhausted and desperate to get out on the moors that surround the area, a place that is full of good nature spirits. I felt drained and needed the energy. It was almost torrential rain so I went to unfold my wax coat which lay on a chair in the caravan. I held it out in front of me the lining facing my chest and from above my head a white liquid poured down out of, well, nowhere. It splashed down the lining of my coat. I turned to see if it came from behind but only Elsa was there looking totally amazed as she saw approximately a cup of liquid from nowhere splash down my coat. It was milky but as white as can be, more white than cows milk. As it dribbled down my coat onto the floor I was intrigued and instinctively dipped my finger in to taste it. It was very sweet and fresh. It felt like a blessing but we didn’t understand the message.
A few days later I was working in a Mental Health Clinic in London as a Therapist, giving a Shiatsu treatment for a new client. She is in great pain. Her big toe joint was severely arthritic and she was soon to have a joint replacement operation. Towards the end of the session, I held her foot and asked the Spirit of love to help. Some minutes passed and she raised her head and sighed saying “I feel like my foot is being bathed in a bowl of warm milk”. At the end of the treatment I asked her what she meant , she simply said “it felt like the milk of human kindness”, She was certainly in less pain when we parted company.
Great poets and mystics have shone fragments of the great light of love upon us, love cannot be defined in words, only felt, however, these are some power words which I feel are some of the children of love: Kindness, Compassion, Courage, Humility.
I believe it is time for us all to add our own given names to this great vibration.
WARRIORS in the HEART
Our Journeys are ever deeper charting the map of scars riven in our souls by time.
Map these scars and embrace them.
These are our teachers, the hard lessons this life has put our way.
Just as the hurdler makes his jumps.
We traverse the narrow ever winding paths and pitfalls which lead us to our personal salvation.
Shedding layers as a snake sheds its skin.
We metamorphosis in to the real US, the pain of change soon forgotten, replaced with utter bliss.
Our destination to be a living part of ALL THAT IS
We have taken the first faltering steps, we do this together yet separate, each going their own way.
But all arriving at the same destination, joyous be we the brave.
Mark Loman, 2004
Warrior of the Heart
Welcome child, Welcome
Bring forth your beautiful innocence
Do not hide it behind a shield of fear
But wear it proudly as the finest of robes
I sense fear in your heart
Fear not For vulnerability and innocence are the sharpest of swords
Clearing the pathway to wisdom and peace
It is through lack of knowledge that we learn
And when you stand tall and open
With soft underbelly exposed
Shouting to the world “Kill me or teach me!”
Then you are truly a Warrior of the Heart.
Steffan Bowen 2003
This is a call
A call to reawaken
The truth is within us
As the illusions become shaken.
Shamans lift your rattles
Healers raise your hands
Witches chant your spells
And magicians poise your wands
Warriors sharpen swords
Of wisdom stealth and wit
Artists open up
To the chanelling of spirit.
Now is the time
As never before
Our energies must fuse
And create a global cure
We won’t be moved by fear
Or become distracted by lies
But find strength in our unity
And by opening our eyes.
Brothers sisters learn
How to embody love
For this is what we’re here to do
It’s what we are made of.
Listen to the wisdom
Of the invisible guides
Follow your hearts
And soon you will realise
This vision is not bullshit
It’s not just pie in the sky
It’s where we’re headed inevitably
As we see through the disguise.
Follow the signs and lessons
Written into the stories of your lives
And watch how your true nature
Is to be beautiful and wise.
What’s your unique power?
What is your role to be?
As we come together to manifest
This new reality.
There’s no need for competition
Or illusions of dichotomy
As we heal ourselves we heal each other
Cause you just reflect me.
We will see the huge potential
That we’re here to manifest
Individually and collectively
Upon this madness quest
Understand the darkness
As well as the light
For they are fused together
Somewhere just out of sight.
Both have lessons to teach
The quickly judging narrow mind
Just open to their wisdom
And the answers you will find.
As the petals are unfolding
And we’re learning to surrender
Expand our sense of selves
And our vast ego defender
We see there’s so much more
To this reality creation
It’s a rollercoaster paradox
An insane celebration
But it’s also the biggest lesson
In remembering what we are
A global re-awakening
A voyage to the stars.
This is the call
A call to become you
To build a new reality
Which at last is based on truth.
Howard and Elsa Malpas are experienced Shamanic practitioners with over thirty years of experience in Shamanism and teaching the sacred art.
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Get the Heart right and everything else follows