Showing posts with label reflections. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reflections. Show all posts

Saturday, 2 January 2016

Ring in the new year...on a corded phone!

As we move into a new year, another turn around the sun (if the earth is indeed round, lol), there is a wondering of what the coming months will bring.

Unfortunately, all that we see in the news, on the TV and in the newspapers, splashed and flashed on the internet are tales of death, destruction, carnage, aftermaths...we look for people to blame and those in power make sure we point all our fingers in the direction of their choosing.

We live in a world governed by lies and deceit, built on untruths and treachery...did you know that the majority of articles online are written by people with little or no experience on a given subject, that they themselves rely on other articles online to create new content? Did you know that business owners openly commission freelancers to write product reviews and products they've never and probably will never use? Did you know there is a force which is working to gain complete and total control, and it's using the very things of convenience it has created to 'make life easier'?



We live in a world clouded by pollution...some you can see but most you can't. There are lines in the sky and we don't question 'Why?'.

An ordinary day in Auvergne - didn't see this when I was a kid

 The supermarkets get bigger, and the ingredient lists longer (with words and names we've never heard of but which are derivatives of the same thing (namely GMO wheat and corn which stimulate your appetite, which makes you eat more, which makes you buy more).


People get sicker with illnesses they can't even pronounce and medicines which cost centimes to produce are sold at prices way beyond the means of the general population, the cost of which is then used to justify cuts in services, benefits and rising prices.


While smokers are now outcast to a cold corner of the beer garden, the real 'killer' is silently wrapping it's arms around us, infiltrating not just our lungs like cigarette smoke but penetrating every single cell in our bodies. This silent but deadly foe changes the entire make-up of our evolution, it is ravaging our DNA and sending blood cells into chaos...but it's silent, invisible, so we ignore it. The truth remains clouded in that smoke screen.You can hold a mobile phone next to someone's head on the metro and if (someone like me) asks that person to please move the phone away from my brain because it causes me pain there is a shocking reaction (yes, actually - anger and defiance), but if a person was to light a cigarette there would be hell to pay and a fine!



There is an invisible cloud over all of our horizons...


And as we are distracted by wars and 'terrorism' and mass shootings, while our aversions and hatred are riled, and slowly but surely guided towards their chosen targets, while we are led into a realm of distrust and racism where faith no longer resides, this silent killer gains strength, gets stronger, day by day (GMS>2G>3G>4G>5G - WIFI, WiMax, Bluetooth...free, free, FREE-DOOM). And day by day we become weaker and weaker, our minds dissolving, becoming blank canvases for the powers that 'BE'.

THEY are experimenting with the very things which THEY once told us sustain our existence on this planet; the things unique to our ecosystem; the things which keep us and the earth 'ALIVE'! Yet most people have never heard of the word 'ionosphere' nor that they have installations around the globe which purposefully play with this delicate membrane which protects us from radiation from the sun and other natural sources. They give these 'machines' soft sounding names like HAARP. They call the experiment to create a blackhole 'CERN' so we might instead hear 'concern' - like they care. They fill every molecule of air with electromagnetic waves, levels of which are now MILLIONS of times higher than life on earth has ever encountered. They don't tell you they didn't test it (well they did but not for it's safety). They don't tell you it's about control - of mind and bodies. They don't ask your opinion. They simply created the biggest and most successful marketing campaign since they added the words 'rinse and repeat' on the back of a shampoo bottle or put the photo of toothpaste covering the entire length of the toothbrush on the toothpaste boxes! Let's face it, we don't even have clarity on who 'THEY' are because they are not the leaders of countries, they are not governments...THEY simply ARE and WE don't understand that we are simply pawns in a giant chess game.

In the background of all the untruth, of all the deceit and lies, there is a renegade brigade which is every more quickly gaining in numbers. This new army consists of beings who have been given the gift of sensitivity to all that ails the population - sensitivities of both a physical and mental nature. This new army is old fashioned of a kind - it is guided by intuition, by faith, by love, by hope and by a desire for harmony and rebalance.


I am a part of that new army. My name is Louise and I'm electrosensitive!

As this new year takes hold I pray that you may all find real peace, real love, real harmony...that you may all be liberated from all of your miseries.

Love & light
Louise (aka Louise!)

(the rights to all images used remain with those who kindly shared them)


Tuesday, 23 December 2014

Happy Holidays!

Bloody freezing here in central France today. The grass was all crispy and the trees were white all the way up to 2pm...brrr.




After 3 tours of the garden (yes 3 times round the mulberry bush, lol) with the new pup Kali, I donned my fleecy onesie, on top of my 2 pairs of trousers, 2 long sleeve tshirts and a jumper and decided to make the most of my new found warmth to wish all my friends in blogdom a very merry christmas.

Actually we don't celebrate the festive season...too commercialised, too expensive, and all the meaning of what it was meant to represent lost (if at all we are to believe that particular version of the story, lol).



We shall, however, have a nice hearty lunch on christmas day, with the poinsetta on the table and the log fire roaring. Cheers!

So bah humbug...with lots of love and light :)
Louise (aka mermie)

Wednesday, 27 November 2013

The Sands of Time

I was digging through my writing today, or rather trawling through that which I've managed to type up, when I came across this piece which I wrote back in 2010, while sitting on the beach which used to exist at Repo, Auroville, TN.

Repo Beach, Auroville days after Cyclone Thane Jan, 2012 when there was still a beach...

Unfortunately, most of it has now eroded and the homes which were there are mere ghostly memories floating above the hungry waves...(I borrowed the picture so I hope the owner doesn't mind ^^) so this is my tribute to Repo Beach which inspired one of my favourite pieces of writing:

As I sit on the shore, letting the course sand particles drip through my fingers like thick water, I wonder…is it possible that I have touched this earth before?

Each minute grain was once a part of something a whole lot bigger. Maybe I’m not sitting on sand, but on the top of a mountain. One rock which rolled and rolled in the mountain stream, carried along in the fast moving current. Further and further it traveled, down into the river, bashed and broken.

Even further still, along tributaries, caught in the gills of a fish swimming south to the ocean. Once there, the sea dislodging and sucking each piece deeper within.

Eventually the tides, moved by the moon, churn and turn each boulder, each small stone, backwards and forwards to places unknown on the ocean bed, smaller and smaller still they go, moving down deeper and deeper, then suddenly without warning, uprooted and thrown into oblivion.

Finally, resting at my feet…

But how long this journey, one, two, ten, a hundred, a thousand or more years? No one knows. I could be sitting on earth touched by millions of souls along the way.

What I do know is that each grain still lives, still feels, still is…

The sands of time - once hard as rock, now soft as silk beneath my toes. Truly amazing to be literally on top of the world!

Immediately after writing this I had also penned the following poem:

The Sands of Time

The sands of time, they say
Billions of particles make up the bay

These grains I hold in my hand
Maybe came from a faraway land

I wonder, have I touched this piece of the earth before?
Could it be possible some came from the core?

The sea rolls in with a roar
On the backs of white horses, memories pour

Not mine, but of the sands of time…
 Copyright   04/01/10   Louise Anne Robinson

Jan 2012 - see the house on the right...
2013 - now it's gone!

Hope you enjoyed my memories...if you did you can always buy my poetry book which is available in 
e-book via my website or as a paperback via my lulu.com store.

Love & light
Louise x