Spiritual Poetry Page 1

Spiritual poems to heal and calm

Please Let Me

Let me be a little kinder,
Let me be a little blinder
To the faults of those about me;
Let me praise a little more;
Let me be, when I am weary,
Just a little bit more cheery;
Let me serve a little better
Those that I am striving for.
Let me be a little braver
When temptation bids me waver;
Let me strive a little harder
To be all that I should be;
Let me be a little meeker
With the brother that is weaker;
Let me think more of my neighbour
And a little less of me.

Angel There

When I have no one to turn to
And I am feeling kind of low,
When there is no one to talk to
And nowhere I want to go,
I search deep within myself
It is the love inside my heart
That lets me know my Angels are there
Even though we are miles apart.
A smile then appears upon my face
And the sun begins to shine.
I hear a voice, so soft and sweet
Saying, ‘Everything will be just fine’
It may seem that I am alone
But I am never by myself at all.
Whenever I need my Angels near
All I have to do is call.
An Angel’s love is always true
On that you can depend.
They will always stand behind you
And will always be your friend.
Through darkest hours and brightest days
Our Angels see us through.
You are one of my Angels.
Perhaps I am one for you.

Angel To Fly

He walked with eyes lowered, head to the ground.
When he saw me, he spoke, and I took in his sight.
He was scruffy and raggedy in his eyes was no light.
He said, “Ma’am, I’m hungry.”
He was very polite.
I said to him softly, “No money have I,
but I’ll buy you some food
with these food stamps of mine.”
We walked on in silence, this homeless old man,
and he said, “Give me your number
I’ll pay you back when I can.”
I looked in his eyes, where hopelessness lay,
and I said, “Never mind. I don’t want you to pay.”
As we walked down the aisles of the grocery store,
like a child he picked something, then asked for some more.
I gladly told him to fill all his needs,
because in my lifetime, I’ve done some bad deeds.
I’ll never forget him, as he went on his way,
because he gave me something I can never repay.
He gave me a chance to give what I could,
a chance to show love to the misunderstood…
a chance to feed someone when no one else would…
a chance to be special, a chance to be good.
I’ll ever be grateful to the stranger in rags,
for showing me Love in a few grocery bags,
for letting me be the one who had more,
for letting me answer his knock at my door.
You see, I’m no angel, though I’ve wanted to be.
I’ve hurt many people by just being me,
and this man, this stranger, who did not pass me by,
set free for an instant an angel to fly.

Point of View

I’ve heard it said, “Don’t go to bed
While hanging on to sorrow.
You may not have the chance to laugh
With those you love tomorrow.”
You may not mean the words you speak
When anger takes its toll.
You may regret your actions
Once you’ve lost your self-control.
When you’ve lost your temper
And you’ve said some hurtful things,
Think about the heartache
That your action sometimes brings.
You’ll never get those moments back,
Such precious time to waste,
And all because of things you said
In anger and in haste.
So if you’re loving someone
And your pride has settled in,
You may not ever have the chance
To say to them again,
“I love you and I miss you
And although we don’t agree,
I’ll try to see your point of view,
Please do the same for me.”


The Lord came to me like a dream one
day and asked, “Why do you sorrow?”
I answered, “Lord my life is so full of
pain, I can’t face one more tomorrow.”
The Lord sat down beside me, and
gently took my hand. He said, “Let me
explain to you and then you’ll understand.
Each sorrow is a stepping stone
you must surmount each day,
And every stepping stone you climb
is a sorrow that’s passed away.
The road of life is a mountainside,
with crevices in which to be caught,
But as you struggle on your way,
I the Rock, will lend support.
Every stepping stone you climb,
makes spirit and heart grow strong.
Exercising character and faith
this road seems painful and long.
The way is paved with stepping stones,
to uplift your heart and soul,
Though difficult they aid your way,
to a City paved with gold.
I know that you are tired,
for I too have walked this way,
My sorrows did they multiply,
but I cleared many stones away.
I left my rock to lift you up,
I left behind my story.
To give you strength to make your climb,
to that special place in glory.
And never fear, the Rock is here,
You’ll never climb this mountain alone
Surmount life’s sorrows, continue on,
For they are but stepping stones.

A Weaving

My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colours
Nor all the pattern see.
Sometimes He chooses sorrow
And I, in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.
Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will He reveal the pattern
Or tell the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the weavers skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.

Leadeth Thee

In thy closet daily hiding,
Talk with God;
He will take away the chiding
And the rod.
And in the place of sore distress
Build thy life in holiness.
One star lifts above another
Towards His light;
One ray other rays shall gather
In his flight;
And ere long thy peace shall be
Sure as His who leadeth thee.


Thought for the day

Science in her highest aspect is the self-knowledge of the fundamental laws of Nature, and is therefore a spiritual science, based upon the knowledge of the spirit within our own selves.


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Visions, that is, the perception of apparently tangible objects in the outer world, which only exist in our imagination, have been known from time immemorial among all nations on earth.

They are, in themselves, perfectly natural, and can frequently be traced back without difficulty to bodily affections or a disordered state of the mind, so that many eminent physicians dispose of them curtly as mere incidental symptoms of congestion or neuralgia. They may present real men and things, known beforehand, and now reproduced in such a manner as to appear objectively; or they may be ideal forms, the product of the moment, and incompatible with the laws of actual life.

Persons who have visions and know nothing of their true nature, are apt to become intensely excited, as if they had been transferred into another world. The images they behold seem to them of supernatural origin, and may inspire them with lofty thoughts and noble impulses, but only too frequently they disturb their peace of mind and lead them to crime or despair.

When visions extend to other senses besides sight, and the peculiar state of mind by which they are caused affects different parts of the body at once, they are called hallucinations; most frequent among insane people, of whom, according to experts, eighty in a hundred are thus affected, they are generally quite insignificant; while visions through the eye, are often accompanied by very remarkable magic phenomena.

Thus, the visions which great men like Cromwell and Descartes, Byron or Goethe, record of their own experience, were evidently signs of the great energy of their mental life, while in others they are as clearly symptoms of disease. Diseases of every kind are a fruitful source of visions and some are rarely without them; but the character of visions differs according to the nature of the affections. Persons who suffer with the liver have melancholy, consumptive patients have cheerful visions. Epileptics often see fearful spectres during their paroxysms, and persons bitten by mad dogs see the animal that has caused their sufferings.

By far the most frequent causes of visions are, however, those of psychical nature, like fixed ideas, intense passions, or deep-rooted prejudices, and concealed misdeeds.

When they are produced by such causes they have often the appearance of having led to the commission of great crimes. While visions are quite common, delusions of the other senses are less frequent. The insane alone hear strange conversations. Hallucinations of the taste cause patients to enjoy delightful dishes, or to partake of spoiled meat and other unpalatable viands, which have no existence. Sweet smells and incense are often perceived, bad odours much less frequently. The touch is of all senses the least likely to be deceived; still deranged people occasionally feel a slight touch as a severe blow, and persons suffering from certain diseases are convinced that ants, spiders, or other insects are running over their bodies.

Persons who attempt to summon ghosts are very apt to see them, because their mind is highly wrought up by their proceedings and they confidently expect to have visions.

Some men possess a similar power without making any special effort or peculiar preparations, their firm volition sufficing for the purpose. There are few subjects, outside of the vexed questions of Theology, on which eminent men of all nations and ages have held more varied views than so-called ghosts. The very term has been understood differently by almost every great writer who has approached the boundary line of this department of magic. The word which is now commonly used in order to designate any immaterial being, not made of the earth, earthy, or perhaps, in a higher sense, the “body spiritual”. In the Middle Ages again, when everything weird and unnatural was unhesitatingly ascribed to diabolic agency, these phenomena, also, were regarded as nothing else but the Devil’s work.

Some people say that the form and shape under which ghosts appear, are the result of the imagination of the ghost seer only, whether he beholds angels or devils, men or animals.

If a persons receptive power is highly developed, he will see them in their completeness, and discern even the minutest details; weak persons, on the other hand, perceive nothing more than a faint, luminousor whitish appearance, mere fragmentary and embryonic visions. These powers of perception may, however, be improved by practice, and those who see ghosts frequently, are sure to discover one feature after another, until the whole form stands clearly and distinctly before their mind’s eye. The ear is generally more susceptible than the eye to the approach of ghosts, and often warns the mind long before the apparition becomes visible. The noises heard are apt to be vague and ill defined, consisting mainly of a low whispering or restless rustling, a strange moving to and fro, or the blowing of cold air in various directions.

Many sounds, however, are so peculiar, that they are never heard except in connection with ghosts, and hence, baffle all description.

It need not be added, that the great majority of such sounds also exist only in the mind of the hearer, but as the latter is, in his state of excitement, fully persuaded that he hears them, they are to him as real as if they existed outside of his being. Nor are they always confined to the ghost seer. On the contrary, the hearing of such sounds is as contagious as the seeing of such sights; and not only men are thus affected, and see and hear what others experience, but even the higher animals, horses and dogs, share in this susceptibility. I personally have an open mind on the subject.


Thought for the day


The superior powers of perceptions are those possessed by the inner man, and they become developed after the inner man awakens to self-consciousness.


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Witch Dalorice – Afterlife

Witch Dalorice - Afterlife

Witch Dalorice - Afterlife

The views expressed here are my personal views of the afterlife. They are similar to some other Pagan beliefs, but there are aspects I’ve developed personally.

Heaven and Hell?
I believe that we pass on and have access to a spirit realm when our bodies die- not just Pagans, but all people of all spiritual paths.
I’m not sure what this realm is like, exactly, but my ideas are that it’s beautiful and that we have amazing abilities in this realm. I believe we have access to knowledge and abilities that we do not have here in the physical realm.

I also believe that once our bodies pass on and our spirits are released, we are able to have contact with the living. I’m sure you or someone you know has had some kind of contact with the spirit realm.

I believe both the spirits of “good” people and “bad” people may have the ability to contact the living.
I obviously don’t believe that Christians are the only people who have rights to heaven and to the divine. I mentioned before that I believe all religious paths can lead us to the same place.

Think of it like a vast, open field with several paths winding through it. All paths lead to the same place….as long as you follow your path to the best of your ability, and not at the expense of others, you will reach a pleasant destination.
This is how I see it I believe that, in the afterlife, we can become a guide for someone who is living, we can choose to simply enjoy ourselves and congregate (or not) with other spirits, enjoy whatever mysteries the universal powers have in store for us, we can continue to learn and grow spiritually through contact with the universal power and other spirits, possibly grow to one day unite with the universal energies, among other things.

I believe we do have choices, to some extent, as far as how we choose to exist in the afterlife. However, I also feel that much of the afterlife is a mystery and no one knows for sure what is in store. I believe the realm of the spirits does have beauty that we cannot fathom, beauty that surpasses that of the physical realm.

What about “Bad” people? I don’t believe that unworthy spirits exist in the same realm that worthy spirits inhabit. Meaning, the person who lives down the road from you who is a no good and leads a life walking all over people who get in his way, or who is dishonest, greedy, etc., won’t be existing with those of us who overcome negative impulses.

I believe that unworthy spirits may be destined to roam the physical realm, and won’t see a “better place” or possibly may be in the same realm as positive spirits, but may be alone and have no contact with the anyone else.
I haven’t yet decided exactly what my views are regarding the negative people of the world, but these are possibilities that I have contemplated.
I certainly believe that there will be some sort of unpleasantness in store for negative people, and I do feel that our actions in the physical realm affect us in the afterlife.

Have you ever met someone who was so self-centered, or dishonest, or uncaring, yet they never seemed to have any unpleasant obstacles to overcome? No matter how “bad” they are, they still seem to coast through life without experiencing many hardships? I’ve known people like this.
I believe that it is possible that the negativity they are surrounded by and are sending out may never affect them until AFTER they pass on.

Who really knows what the universe has in store for them?
If someone is so negative, he or she may actually be destined to exist in a hell-like realm when they cross over, or be completely alone forever.

As far as reincarnation is concerned- some Pagans agree that the soul can be reincarnated into different bodies.

As I said before, I am open to all possibilities and I don’t rule anything out. But, I’m not sure I believe in reincarnation at this point- not the Eastern ideas, the jumping from body to body until some form of “enlightenment” is achieved. I find it ridiculous, actually, but of course I won’t completely discredit it.
Can you decide not to allow your spirit to inhabit a new body, must you reincarnate over and over without choice? One is for sure we will all find out eventually.

Thought-for-the-dayThought for the day

Man is usually guided only by his intellect, woman is often guided only by her emotions.


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Druid Dom’s Page 26

Simple spells come in all shapes and sizes

My passion for the craft brings me to post more topics you might find of interest.

How to Get Someone to Call You Using Magick

Whether you are just starting out, or have been practicing magick for eons, it never hurts to have a few simple spells at the ready to make life just a little bit easier! When I started actively practicing magick in 1994, one of the first techniques I mastered was a simple visualization exercise utilized to facilitate contact with someone. Ok, so that is a fancy way for saying that I was 17 and desperately wanted to hear from the boy I liked… but the first way I phrased it sounds more dignified. The technique could be considered magick, witchcraft, a spell, or even just as a meditative visualization. Amazingly, it worked from the very first time I tried it, plus worked with lightning speed!

The technique I used was based on a meditation I had read about called the Golden Line of Infinity. I had found it in a book (now out of print) entitled “The Occult Sciences: How to Get What You Want Through Your Occult Powers” by Anthony Norvell. I know, the titled totally gives away that I was 17 right? Anyway, the book had some very basic instructions which I used to create a more elaborate scene to direct my focus. I find a more detailed scene helps me to limit the amount of intruding thoughts that can so easily derail a meditation such as this. Here is the method that worked for me.

Start by entering a meditative state, however you normally do so. Breathing slowly, picture a pool of water. I personally see the area around the pool/pond/lake as very dimly lit, perhaps just after dusk but before the night really grabs hold. Or perhaps the way the evening looks under the light of a crescent moon. Hold the image until the water grows very still and the surrounding scenery is utterly quiet. Now picture the person whom you wish to hear from. Take your time to develop the image of this person clearly and solidly. Now picture a fishing line emanating from where you stand/sit and into the water below. See the person’s name in block letters gliding down the fishing line and into the water. As it touches the water it begins to float on the surface, moving steadily toward the direction you believe the person you are trying to contact is located. Eventually, when it feels right, you’ll feel that you have reached this person’s fishing line. See the name travel up the line, and again picture their face. At this point the person is likely to think of you, often even picturing your face, which can result in a call or some other form of contact being initiated (or seemingly so) by them. The first two times I tried this, I received the call I was hoping for in under an hour, despite the fact that I hadn’t heard from the person (whom I was directing this towards) in the previous 3-4 weeks.

Now that you have a technique to try in order to get that person to contact you, an obvious question needs to be addressed. Is this moral? Is this an attempt to bend or circumvent the will of another person? Not really. You aren’t forcing the person to contact you. Instead, you are using your innate gifts/powers to telepathically and passively connect, while hoping that this connection serves as a gentle reminder and/or persuasion. This isn’t much different than standing on the other side of the road waving your hands and saying “Hey! I’m over here!

Moon Phase Energy & Magic

The Moon is a powerful influence on our emotions, and our lives. And why not? Our bodies are up to 75% water! So what effect do the different moon phases have on us?
When is the best time for casting your perfect spell?

Waxing Moon: When the dark side of the moon is to your left, and the bright side to your right, the moon is waxing full. This means it is growing toward a full moon.

This is the time to draw things toward you. A great time for attraction spells of all types (love, money, luck,) growth, abundance, fertility, wishing, good health, anything involving increasing. Plan a new business, begin a relationship, and find a new job. This is a time to attract & gain. This phase of the moon represents the Goddess in her Maiden aspect.

Full Moon: This is, of course, when the moon appears completely full and bright.

This time can be good for any spells that need a little extra oomph, or magick! The night of the full moon (and some say the 3 days preceding and 3 days following) is the time of strongest energy. A good time for fertility spells, as this moon phase is symbolic of the Mother Goddess aspect. Use this time to bring projects and spells begun during the waxing moon to fruition. The full moon is especially powerful for anything pertaining to protection, divination, prophecy, spirituality.

Waning Moon: When the moon is no longer full, and the light seems to be disappearing, it is waning toward a new moon. If the light of the moon is to your left, and the dark of the moon to your right, you know it is a waning moon.

Waning moons are an opportunity to get rid of, banish, things we do not want and/or need. Break bad habits, end relationships, get a negative person out of your life, lose weight, illness, etc. This is the moon phase of the Crone aspect of the Goddess.

New Moon: The moon is new when it is dark, no light is visible.

Some people believe you should refrain from calling upon energies at this time. Think of this time as a cosmic time out, much like mercury retrograde or moon VOC.
Do not actively cast, instead, do things of a more passive nature. This is a good time to conduct blessings, cleanse & consecrate your tools, work in your Book of Shadows.

Whether you notice of not, the moon is always influencing your life and your emotions. Do your best to work with her and you may find that your life is not only smoother, but happier as well!

Just a little experiment for you to try below:

Sassy Water

This magical water is invented by the nutricionist Cynthia Sass and it is called “Sassy water” in her honour. The benefits of drinking this water are different and big.

For example, the Sassy water helps in weight loss, flat stomach, digestive problems etc. You will also revitalize your body and remove the toxins.


8 glasses of water
1 tbsp. grated ginger root
1 cucumber peeled and sliced
1 lemon cut in slices (not peeled!)
12 mint leaves

All the ingredients should be fresh.

Preparation: Put the ingredients in a jug and leave it overnight in the fridge. You should drink all of the Sassy water the next day.

ATTENTION: The Sassy water is not recommended for people with stomach problems, people allergic to any of the ingredients, pregnant women, and nursing mothers.

According to the people who have consumed the Sassy water repeatedly and followed a proper diet regimen, they have accomplished incredible results. It has also helped them in getting rid of the excessive water in their bodies.

How it works?

– The ginger is very effective in calming your digestive tract and it also fights cancer.

– The cucumber helps in fat burn and it has an impact for healthy weight loss.

– The lemon is perfect for weight loss and it regulates the pH balance. It also flushes-out toxins, improves the immune system and prevents dehydration.

– The mint improves digestion and it is also good for the nerve system. The Sassy water can help to lose up to 6 inches from your waist!

Disclaimer: We are not responsible for any adverse reactions to any recipes displayed on this website proceed at your own risk.

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Blessed Be

Thought-for-the-dayThought for the day

Harmonious growth requires expansion along with a corresponding accumulation of energy.


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Spiritual Poetry Page 2

Spiritual poems page 2
Spiritual poems page 2
Spiritual Poems to heal and calm

Dear God

Dear God, are You still awake?
Have You got a minute or two?
You’re pretty good at understanding,
And I really need to talk to You.
You see, Mommy came to tuck me in,
Like she does every night.
I was trying to play a trick on her,
Since she can’t see without the light.
I was going to close my eyes
And pretend to be asleep.
But when I heard her crying,
I didn’t dare let out a peep.
She started talking to you, God.
Did You hear the things she said?
Could You hear what she was saying
As she stood beside my bed?
Why would Mommy be so sad?
I wondered just what I had done,
And then I began to remember it all
As she named them one by one …
This morning we worked in the garden,
But, honest, I really didn’t know
That if I picked all those little yellow blooms
The tomatoes wouldn’t grow!
Charlie and I were trying to be helpers,
‘Cause I know that’s what Mommy needs,
But I don’t think she was very happy with us
When we pulled up carrots instead of weeds.
Mommy said we should stop for the day,
She decided we had helped quite enough.
I sure had worked up an appetite …
I didn’t know gardening was so tough!
We had peanut-butter and jelly for lunch,
And I shared too much, I guess …
But I didn’t realize until I was done
That Charlie had made such a mess.
Mommy said she needed a nap,
She had one of her headaches today.
She told me to keep an eye on my sister
And find something quiet to play.
Well, God, do You remember all those curls
You gave my little sister Jenny?
We played barber shop … very quietly …
And now, well, she doesn’t have any.
Boy, was Mommy mad at me …
I had to go sit on my bed.
She said never to cut “people hair” again.
I guess I’ll practice on Charlie instead.
We sat and watched poor old Albert,
I just knew he must be so bored
Going around and round in the same place all day,
Wouldn’t You think so, Lord?
I didn’t think it would hurt to let him out for a while.
I mean, mice need exercise, too.
By the way, have You seen Albert lately?
He’s been sort of missing since two.
Mommy sent us outside for the rest of the day.
She said we needed fresh air.
But when Daddy came home she told him
She was trying to get something out of her hair.
We thought Mommy needed cheering up,
So we decided to brighten her day.
But, God, did You see the look on her face
When we gave her that pretty bouquet?
We had gotten a little bit dirty,
So Mommy said to get in the tub.
“Use soap this time,” she reminded,
“and please don’t forget to scrub.”
Charlie didn’t like the water too much,
But I lathered up really good.
I knew Mommy would be so proud of me
For cleaning up like I should.
I went downstairs to the table,
But during dinner it started to rain …
I’d forgotten to turn off the water, it seems,
And I hadn’t unplugged the drain!
I decided right then it was just about time
To start getting ready for bed,
When Mommy said, “It’s sure been a long day,”
And her face began turning all red.
I lay there listening to Mommy
As she told You about our day.
I thought about all of the things I had done
And I wondered what I should say.
I was just about to tell her
That I’d been awake all along,
And ask her to please forgive me
For all of those things I’d done wrong.
When suddenly, I heard her whisper,
“God, forgive me for today …
For not being more understanding
When those problems came my way …
For not handling situations
In the way You wanted me to …
For getting angry and losing my temper,
Things I know You don’t want me to do.
And, God, please give me more patience,
Help me make it through another day,
I’ll do better tomorrow, I promise …
In Jesus’ name I pray.”
Wiping her eyes, she kissed me
And knelt here beside my bed.
She stroked my hair for a little while …
“I love you, precious,” Mommy said.
She left the room without ever knowing
That I’d been awake all the time.
And God, could we make it our little secret?
You know, just Yours and mine?
I’m sorry I was so much trouble today,
I really didn’t mean to be …
Daddy says it’s tough being a kid sometimes,
But I think it’s harder on Mommy than me.
Well, goodnight, God. Thanks for listening.
It’s sure nice to know You’re there.
I feel so much better when I talk to You
‘Cause You always hear my prayer.
And I’ll do better tomorrow, I promise …
Just you wait and see!
I’ll try not to be so much trouble again,
But, God, please give more patience to Mommy just in case, for me?!

God and the Night

But He could not have known about those of us
who waited for the dark
To feel the first moments of privacy we had known all day,
Or to use that black secrecy to mutter curses at the day’s faults.
He Also Fashioned The Sun
And choreographed the ballet called sunset;
But He didn’t anticipate the agony that spectacle would create
Among those of us who counted the day past a loss
For it brought them not one step nearer the goals sought.
When He Breathed Out The Worlds Music
He planned joy,
But again we fail Him when we wince,
And fight tears, and denounce the beauty of it
Only because there is no beauty in the music of our souls.
God Planted Love Here
And it grows
Where hate had flourished
Or where it is scarcely recognized.
He planned on using it like a band-aid on the hurts of the heart.
But it won’t stick on some of us,
Or it washes with salt tears,
Or we claim not to need its protection.
Isn’t it a marvel He doesn’t despair of us?


Thought for the day

He who recognizes the supreme power of the universe in his own heart has become free. He whose will is swayed by his lower personal self is the slave of his person, but he who has conquered that lower self enters the higher life.


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