(My first video. Unless you've got really fast broadband, click on 'play' then on 'pause'  - and let it load while you read the post)

I have two plants on the draining board in my kitchen. One plant - a Begonia - has had a rough time over the last five or six years. I bought it in a garage on the way home from the theatre. After flowering once, it went into a steep decline and broke off from it's roots.

  My first reaction was to put it in the bin, but I just couldn't, not while there was life in it. I stuck the rootless stem back into the soil and for the next five years it did little other than just hang on in there. Then last Christmas, my other plant, an anonymous specimen, decided to flower.

                                                                                                 One night, after watering the mystery plant, I left it  with the feeble begonia. I don't know if it was love or envy, or  copycat behaviour, but within days, the begonia had started to grow rapidly.

I was (and still am) unsure if the stem has re-rooted and so I built a scaffolding comprised of a clothes-peg, a chopstick, a pencil and some wire. Every evening, when I was home, I would tell the re-energised little plant, just how clever it was and how beautiful it looked...

...Then one night around mid January, I noticed a tiny red bud. The buds multiplied and started to flower - It took two months for the buds to fully bloom - and now I see there are three new buds preparing for their slow-motion debut.

Give out good vibrations. What works for your pot-plant could work for humanity. 

A friend of mine lost his mother around six weeks ago. I hadn't seen him for a while and he mentioned how he kept on seeing the combination of '11:11' everywhere - on his phone, his clock etc.

11:11 is of great 'New Age' interest. It involves 1,111 angels whose mission it is to spiritually guide and teach, certain individuals on this plane, toward a higher spiritual level ("Level" is a very three-dimensional concept of a multi-dimensional reality)

"The appearance of 11:11 is also a powerful confirmation that we are on the right track, aligned with our highest Truth."

The Meaning of the Time Prompts

http://spiritualharmonics.blogspot.com/2008/07/meaning-of-1111-time-prompts.html

http://1111angels.com/ (amazing)

It is linked to major word events and leads us toward a new age of spiritual resonance.

My friend had taken this to be a signal or a sign of a spiritual contact; a sign that he recognised, but one that he could not understand.

The video below shows a widespread belief that our spirit guides use 11:11 as a way to contact us...

...Then I found the following quote from Solara which I think is so simple and yet so powerful:

"There is a merger between the vastness of spirit and the solidity of physical matter."

11:11 is thought of as two gateways into and out of the spiritual dimensions. I think my friend is being shown a glimmer of an infinite continuation with the joy of reunion.

But there's more...

I'm writing this on the 11th, and when I was reprogramming my animated character on the home page, the computer programme glitched and the thumbnail of the character moved to number 11.

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And I'm posting it at eleven minutes past eleven o' clock, on the  eleventh of March; I say that because I can't get the date-stamp to work in this blog. You'll have to trust that I'm an honest and sage old Druid and not a wily old illusionist.

Oh Yes - and to cap it all, there are two "ll's" in illusionist and I've just noticed the mispelling in the first word of the title of this missive - after I had published it.

ps: I finally worked out the date stamp thing

pps: I'm the one on the right. :)

I used to think that people became 'all-knowing' and somehow 'saintly' after they had moved on into the none-physical world. Now I think that some stay earthbound - and some choose to re-visit.

Liara Covert of Dreambuilders left the following comment on my post about 'The Creeping Mist' - in which I describe an ectoplasmic mist that formed in the garden of a house I was staying in earlier this year and which advanced up the garden path towards me. I was rather un-nerved and retreated indoors with some rapidity.

"Fear is ephemeral. Humans create it in the mind and can dissolve it when ready. To feel as connected to the spirit world as you do invites you to ask the next spirit you sense how you could help them. This shift in focus may be just what you need to distract your mind from the illusions of fear and uncertainty. You already know the truth. Simply remove the veil. Consciousness is expanding." - Liara Covert

Sometimes a comment can spark a connection and promote a simple realisation. Dr. Covert was spot-on about my fear; in many ways, I was just not up to it that night. I had finished a very tiring rehearsal day and an aggressive mist approaching up the garden path was the last thing I needed, as I tried to wind-down and get to bed for a much needed slumber before another stressful day.

Sometimes I'm up to meeting and interacting with a demanding person (or spirit) - at other times, I would prefer to duck back down the proverbial alley in order to avoid them.  This particular spirit was demanding and aggressive and so I 'ducked back down the alley'  by closing the kitchen door, just before the mist reached me.

The following evening, I described the event to Phillipa, the young actress I was staying with. Phillipa confirmed that there was a spirit and that she always felt safe and protected, but that the spirit was often rather aggressive towards men (including her ex-husband). Her son had also sensed the male spirit, which had accepted him - but not the other male visitors, including myself.

Perhaps that's why the spirit was lurking (sulking) in the garden.

I guess I should have explained that I was no threat and that he could come indoors.

The trouble was - I did find Phillipa rather attractive....

...In contrast, a couple of years ago I was staying with a lady in Southampton when I found myself enveloped in an ectoplasmic mist that filled and covered the entrance hall behind her front door.  You can read the full account by clicking the following link:("Bathing in Ectoplasm")

On that occasion, I sensed that the mist-spirit was very friendly and  ended up literally bathing in the vapour by smoothing it onto my face and body.

It turned out that the spirit was that of an old lady who used to live there and who had passed away at the exact spot where the mist was thickest. I tried to press the landlady for more information, but she became uneasy and reluctant to explain further. So I left the subject alone.

After all, she had to live there, after I had moved on.

Talking about 'moving on' - I try not to call upon my departed loved-ones too much nowadays. I think it can keep them earthbound and interrupt their own pathways.

But when I really do need help, they are there.

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I was fascinated to see that Liara had commented on no less than three of the posts on this blog, at the same time as I was writing this post. 

Another co-incidence - or extra-sensory perception?

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A lot of people have had experiences when they were aware of a disembodied spirit or entity that helped them. I have been aware of such an influence many times and each instance has affected me profoundly.

I have written about the Angel of Inverness, an entity or force that saved me from a savage beating some years ago and also about the Phantom Hotel, in which the Universe or an unseen force provided a hotel and probably rescued me from freezing to death on a winter night. I remember the telephone call from my mother's cellphone the day after she died and the spirits of Nikolei and his Victorian companion who showed my wife and I the safe way down from a blizzard on a mountain-top (and who then promptly disappeared)

I could go on listing the many many occurrences and events that have helped and protected me throughout my life - some I have not yet written about - but the purpose of this new side-blog (you can find it on the sidebars of the Almanack and Flowers) is for me to chat freely about my experiences, without applying the more stringent criteria I use in my other blogs.

So today's chat is about a way to meet and see and perhaps even learn the name of your guardian spirit.

I admit that most times, I am content to approach spirit intervention in a "New Age" way and refer to the unseen help as an assistance from "The Universe" - but that is rather like praying to God - God is so vast as to be really beyond personification. People often prefer to pray to Jesus, or to one of the Saints...or to their past loved ones: Mothers and Fathers, Husbands and Wives, Sons and Daughters and even pets.

One of the most exciting moments for me, was the remark by Chris, a London clairvoyant and astrologer, who stated "Your Mother is now your Spirit Guide." The fact that the astrological chart he was working from, showed the influence as coming from Capricorn was thrilling, as my Mother was born under the sign of the Goat and especially thrilling, as Chris didn't know that fact.

Chris went on to explain that my mother was now the filter through which other spiritual entities could contact me. He also indicated that my mother was accelerating my spiritual learning by allowing more of their power and influence to reach me.

Does that sound far-fetched?

Well it does to me sometimes - yet I cannot deny that the four years since her passing have been full of spiritual encounters and instances which would have freaked me out some years ago.

Including a vision of the most beautiful and loving face I have ever seen in my life.

I was lying in bed, just drifting off to sleep. I had reached that wonderful moment between dreams and reality when it happened.

Looking down at me, as if from a balcony, was a woman. She had dark hair and seemed to be in her middle thirties. But it was her face and her smile. I have never seen such radiance and beauty. By beauty, I don't mean the conventional looks of a film-star; in fact she would best be described as 'a handsome woman' - indeed there was a certain androgynous quality about her - she was both man and woman, but with an over-riding femininity that allowed me to choose to regard her spirit as female - indeed as "Mother Universe"

Did I see the Universe, that expanding womb of 'reality' as being personified as the most wonderful, strong and nurturing woman I have ever seen in my life - I do believe I did.

I will never, never forget her smile and the feeling of absolute love that radiated from her. Sometimes I try to recall her face and I can...almost... but not quite. If dying is to meet her again, then I have no fear of death, only of the process of dying, which seems in the main to be rather uncomfortable - but if 'sh-he' is waiting for me, then I guess I can put up with it.

Ask your Spirit Guide to show themselves. Ask with respect and allow yourself time to lie open and accepting. It may take weeks or months, but if it is right for you, your Guardian may appear.

I promise you that you will never forget it.

Happy Valentines Day

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It had happened in an instant. A sudden loss of balance - it could have been the spotlights. Then another slight stumble, together with a sweat of concern that it might continue.

And it did.

The vultures of his insecurity began circling his weakness and fear.

"No I can still do that...Not yet".

It was time to stop, before the fear became reality.

(He was near the stage-right wing and so he stepped quickly into the darkness of submission)

A time to accept.

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"I didn't want to phone you, but I wanted to talk and I haven't talked to you for a week and you're the person I've known the longest"

She was the young girl who had laughed at him and made him laugh. So many years ago.

"Are you ok?" he said - "I'm sorry I laid all this on you."

"I'm ok."

He felt guilty and lost.

"I couldn't think of anyone else to talk to - I'll phone you tomorrow"

"Yes" she replied

And then he ate his meal; aware of the tears that balanced on his eyelids and glad of the spectacles that hid them from the attentive waiters.

She rang back an hour later.

"Oh yes, I'll ring you in the morning, when I wake up" he said.

"Goodnight - till the morning" she replied.

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Im up to my eyes in work and I had decided not to blog anymore, until I had time to read blogs. It's a two-way thing and a most wonderful way of communicating - but it has to be two ways.

I'd planned to wait until Monday, when I have a day-off - a day off that stays just outside my reach, like a mirage.

Until a few minutes ago.

I was standing outside the back-door of this week's digs in Brighton (windy, cold and a tad wet). The house I'm staying in is a bit magic - lots of paintings - Phillipa is an actress and a painter - and lots of hats, '40's and 50's tins and paints; wood floors and atmosphere...

...what I'm trying to say is that...If I were a spirit, I would want to haunt this place.

So...I'm standing outside the back door having a cigarette, when I become aware of a mist that seems to be hanging in a circular disk shape, about ten feet down the garden path. The mist at the centre of the disk is more white and solid than at the perimiter...

and it's moving towards me.

There is a moment of panic, when my right foot steps on my left shoelace and I am immobile for a fraction, as tendrils of mist coil out of the disc and reach out at me. I free my foot and step quickly inside, closing the door against the first white strands.

henry

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