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Philippa Elaine Castle
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- Favorite website
- http://www.stanfordbirding.co.za
- When it comes to peace, how would you describe yourself?
- I am a born activist
- What do you believe are the 'burning issues' today?
- Our Planet, Other
- So what is it?
- Overpopulation
- What must we overcome to achieve peace?
- Fear
- More
- People believe they can only love their own flesh and blood, however, there are more widows and orphans than can be counted and as a species we are making many more babies than the planet can comfortably sustain.
There is a fear that there is not enough to go around.
Chief Seattle mentioned about dying in our own waste.
First things firs, let's clean up our own act!
Many criminals need only social welfare/upliftment programs not judgement..
Heal Thyself, as in the words of Dr. Edward Bach.
We heal ourselves, we heal the world.
We can take a feather out of the Seychelles Lark's cap and not breed again until our environment is large enough and able to fully support and sustain our young.
- Can we change the world?
- Definitely
- More about me
- Committee member Stanford Glendower Bird Fair, responsible for all online marketing.
Host and organiser of the annual Stanford Birding Photographic Competition.
Former Captain South African Women's White Water Rafting Team.
2nd woman to kayak the Zambezi River below Victoria Falls in the Batoka Gorge. 1st woman to stay in my kayak over the 21km stretch.
Survivor of a train accident in 1978 when I was run down crossing te lines.
I am a Reiki Healer, working on animals, plants and people, practising both hands-on and distant healing.
I do Reiki for guests of Oak Grove Farm self catering accommodation in the Overberg, which my husband and I set up over the last three and a half years. We also offer guided bird walks.
I am a former Southern African Tour and River Guide and I was also previously a commercial property sales and leasing broker in Cape Town for ten years..
I currently sell Point of Sale Software for Vector Technologies and manage the Stanford Technology Centre, Internet Café & Stationery shop.
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- I'll do my best
My Videos
Lighthouse Angel, lyrics and music by Johannes Basson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAj0CcskReM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAj0CcskReM
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Warm regards,
Eva
Philippa,GLAD TO MET YOU PHILIPPA,
KEEP IN TOUCH,
LOVE,PEACE UPON YOU
KISSES..
MODY.
Beyond the horizon
where naked skin of Earth
presses
naked skin of Sky
children of imagination are conceived
in intercourse of mystery.
Time curves…. Dragons
form circles
in bubbles of eternity.
The ageless shepherd of our shadows
enters the pasture
that was and was not green
before the birth of poetry. Dreamers
drunken in the breath
of dark divinity dream
in secret dramas of their souls. At
times wild cries out for wilderness.
Or meditations of a mountain’s crest
become light’s prayer
in hearts of darkness.
Creation consents…. Nomads
bearing gypsy tents
thirst for twilight. Ancient
fires in books of alchemy. Riddles
of each night. The longest
word in life… is “Yes.”
David Sparenberg
11 August 2009
Thank you very much for the Friendship !
Much Love & Peace & Many Blessings to You,
Abdel
Ride the horse.
The horse.
The horse.
Ride the horse, ride
into mythology
into kabbalah
into alchemy
Ride to the heart of
God’s intimate dream.
Horse is powerful.
Horse is beautiful
with passions strong
passion’s songs. Simple,
agile, august.
The flowing tail;
the ample mane
of braided gold.
The golden dust
at hooves of fire!
Ride the horse.
The horse.
The horse.
Ride the horse
upon God’s wind;
on the old
shaman’s back of
wolf pelts, bear claws
raven wing, snake skin
moth entranced. Ride
to the edge of the first and final word.
Ride to the turning
tide of light-thread
tasseled moon. To
the kingdom of angel-stars.
To where sacrificial seraphim
perish in phoenix-flame of prayer.
To where the
butterflies fold their
wings of silk and
wait for death. To
where dragonflies are resurrected.
And ageless midnight penetrates
the virgin eyes and
smile of dawn.
Do you believe, nomad
that trees smile, that
mountains contemplate
that rivers
having kissed the
floating head of Orpheus’
lips, sing the valleys
of the soul’s dark poetry?
The yin
before the yang of pilgrimage.
Ride!
Ride the horse.
The horse.
The medicine horse!
Golden dust
of pollen mist
at hooves of fire;
the arcing journey…
Ride!
Ride to the
“there” that is here.
Ride to the then
that is forever now.
To the intimate
divinity of everywhere;
to the intricate “yes”
in the silence of nothingness;
the wonder of hush, of
forgotten embrace.
This Tao of Peace:
this neighing energy.
There is a star
on the horse’s forehead.
Healers call it
Blaze of Bethlehem.
The flying shadow
ripples over ground like
Shiva’s mantic dance.
The horse’s name is
Bird With Four Legs.
The horse’s path
is Wind Song Dancer.
In the medicine
bundle of crucified time
the horsehair drum
revives the soul.
With hand of blessing
dipped
in the inner Jordan
paints colors martyred
on the face of memory.
Stamp the Red Hand
on your horse’s haunch!
When night
is cold, scatter warmth of prairie stars.
When evil rattles
the thorn tree of agony
gift
the poems of roses
from the fountain of your heart.
Become
what you give to life. Soul
and blood.
Sweat and grace.
9 August 2009
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