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Experiences-Wisdom Snippets From Peter.

Experience

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I have had immeasurable experiences over the years of my life. And as I reflect on these I realize none of them were ever the same. As a result, they taught me, that each of my experiences, no matter how small, were of individual significance.

Accepting responsibility for all that takes place in my life has been a game-changer for me.

I marvel that I have and always will have a choice as my primary option. And the rest is a matter of follow-up.

As with the stars in the universe, so are the abundant benefits that pour into my life; most of these I experience, without being aware they have even entered my life.

The Value of Life Experience

The value of experience in life is priceless, you would agree, I’m sure. In addition, what is just as crucial is applying what you have experienced into the way of your living. And of next importance is sharing your beneficial experiences with others. Next, we must carefully check our experiences before applying them, both in our lives and the lives of others. For instance, using and sharing negative experiences can lead to unnecessary fear. If you don’t apply your experiences to the way you live, the negative ones will create fear within you, and the positive ones remain tucked away in your subconscious. As you become older, they become less retrievable and less able to be applied or shared.

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Weekly Words of Wisdom Touch The Stars.

Stars

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I once lived among a range of mountains. As a man of the city, I had never experienced such a time of peace and calm. So much so, I decided to wake up at whatever time I was awakened naturally. As a result every night I went to bed at, on or about, eight pm. (The generator was shut down at that time and there was no light.) Each morning I woke up anywhere between two and four am. I climbed out of bed, always fresh, and begun walking. This was my time to walk and pray. I cannot remember times of personal prayer as these. They were most powerful for me. But there is more… It was winter and the mornings were crisp and clear. I often lay on a small groundsheet and prayed looking up at the glorious universe with its myriads of star-filled galaxies. Then it came to me. How marvelous is the fact that the glory of the universe and its stars always fills the sky with light. (In the city, we never saw this glorious sight, because it was obscured by electric light.)

What this means is, our world is never in total darkness! Because, once we escape the city light and rise above the clouds, there is glorious light.

Whatever darkness I may experience in my life at any given time, there is a promise. My world will never be in total darkness. When the moment is dark, I remember the promise. Drawing the curtains of electric light and clouds aside – there the glorious light shines radiantly.

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Resplendent Heaven

 

Stars in heavens

I was all of twenty years old and in love. We met at a Fabric Designers workshop and the moment my eyes gazed into hers, I knew I had reached heaven on earth.

She invited me to join her for a weekend getaway in the mountains, with her Fabric Designers Group.

At nineteen she was the youngest member, not outgoing, but with a warm inviting personality and quick affinity, which drew old and young to her. Her soft British accent with its quaint idiosyncrasies and expressions gave her added magnetism. She was pretty with full curly hair down to her shoulders and whilst men happily looked her way (too frequently for my liking) she booked no shallow talk nor nonsense. I saw beauty, warmth and strength wholly in one precious woman.

After all the joviality of meeting the group, we went off to our rooms. Amid romantic imaginings I drifted off to sleep. At about 2 am I woke up and could not go back to Stars in heavens 3sleep. Dressing up warmly, (it was cool in the mountains.) decided to go for a walk.

Stepping out the front door and closing it as quietly as I could, I looked up to see a figure standing on the lawn – it was her! “Hello,” she whispered, “Trouble sleeping?” she continued. “Yes,” I stuttered, overwhelmed at seeing her.

“Follow me.” She instructed. Taking my hand, she led me to the bottom of the garden. Stopping, she turned and spoke softly into my ear.  “Lie down and look up into the heavens.” Did I detect a huskiness in her voice?

We lay down, side by side and once again she took my hand. We gazed upwards. “Here in the mountains, in winter especially, you will view the universe with new eyes; s stars-in-heavens-2.jpgthis is because there is no unnatural light, as in the city.” She whispered.

We gazed at a most startlingly lucid vista of the firmament, with paling moon, stars of every shape and size, bright constellations everywhere. A shooting star flashed across the magnificent scene.

“Oh! She sighed, how resplendent, Isn’t it…? Everything so limitless, brilliant: the stars glittering, like diamonds in a transcendent pool. “

Deep within me, were strong feelings that sensed the pulsing of her hand as it held mine, the warm touch of her body alongside me. I longed to tell her of the resplendent heaven inside my heart, beating with an excitement, I had not experienced before. I longed to share my feelings with her but felt afraid to do so. “Maybe it was too early in our meeting, for me to open my heart so.” I reasoned.

“Are you enjoying this experience?” She turned to me.

“I am in a resplendent heaven, oh yes, I am. I could gaze at this magnificent scene forever” I responded in a voice too choked for my liking, as it fought its way past my impassioned emotion and did not allow me to add, “with you, beautiful lady”.

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Trail of Wilderness

Medieval Prose by sirpeterjames.com

Youth in Wilderness

Along the trail of wilderness wandered I ,my heart did cry, who am, I who am I?

Yet no reply, no reply came to my reporte. Yet did the wind call in its flight yonder.

Is this the voice I seek, the voice of my thoughtse? Nay, surely not; the wind is but a knave seeking willful sporte.

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Holi-Day of Sir Peter James and The Layde Scarlett.

 On a fayre day, that bold knight, Sir Peter James, did journey to the lands end in his trusty carriage, the Bee-Em-Thrubble-Ewe, with six trusty steeds at the fore.

He rode with his layde, The Layde Scarlett, Princess of all Albertinshire.

That bold knight did leane over to his layde as she slumbered to the rythyme of the swayeing carriage. He whispered to her eayr, ‘My Layde, my love for thee is indeed greatere that that of my lyfe, sleep on and rest thy soul”.

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