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Inspiration from The Healing Network.


Giving properly means doing so confidently and without too many encumberments.

The Buddha


The following wonderful poem was written by Fern  

The Love and The Light.

The Light within shines in our hearts,
Like a beacon this website becomes.
Shining out Love and Healing Light to All,
And Mother Earth, for We are One.
Sent to the Universe with Love,
It is a sight to behold,
Angels then transmute the light,
and multiply it a thousand fold.
Shone back down to grace Mother Earth,
Only Christed White Light will do,
To help us Heal with Love and Peace,
God Bless You in all that you do.


Beautiful Earth.

In the stillness of the early morn
The peacefulness of a brand new dawn
When the birds awake and sing their song,
Of Love for Life, together they throng.

On wings so soft, yet strong they fly,
How wonderful is Mother Earth to I.
With tenderness the flowers grow,
Natures gifts, As Above so Below.

Take care of the Earth is what we must do
With Love, from Love she's given to you
Such wondrous beauty for all to see,
A gift to us all, to help us just be.

So feel the freshness in the air
The flowers and birds are everywhere
Take care of this planet, let Love be the way,
Connecting with nature every day.

Some bodies weeds are some bodies flowers
Some bodies rainfall a much needed shower.
To all of creation a reason is there
To feel the warm breezes of Love in the air.

On wings so soft, yet strong they fly
How wonderful is Mother Earth to I
From Oceans blue to the sleepy hollow
Natures gifts, As Above so Below.

Mountain tops with snow capped peaks
Peace on Earth is what she seeks.
Deep in her heart at Mother Earth's core
She'll send you Love like never before.

So journey through the woods with me
Lets have some fun and hug a tree.
This is our world, given with Love to share,
The time has come for us to mend her broken heart and show
we care.

So from my heart I say Thank you,
I'm in Love with Nature. How  about You?
In forest green I'll stay a while
And feel the Love of Mother Nature's smile.

For her Love is our Love, to hold and to keep,
It brings us deep knowing and the peacefulness we seek.
Together as One we pave the way,
New beginnings dawning on each brand new day.


SALUTATION TO THE DAWN  (translated from Sanskrit)

Listen to the exhortation of the dawn.

Look to this day for it is life, the very life of life.

In its brief course lie all the verities and realities of your existence.

The glory of action, the bliss of growth, The splendour of beauty.

For yesterday is but a dream.

And tomorrow is only a vision.

But today, well lived, makes every yesterday a dream of happiness,

and every tomorrow a vision of hope.

Look well therefore, to this day!

Such is the salutation to the dawn.

Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. concerning all act of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: That the moment that one definitely commits oneself, then providence moves too.

All sorts of things occur to help one, that would never otherwise have occurred. a whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favour all manner of unforeseen incidents and meetings and material assistance, which no man dreamed could have come his way.

whatever you can do or dream you can begin it. boldness has genius, power and magic in it.

begin it now!


In the soft and dusky evening, Angels all around me fly...

I can see their wings of moonlight, I can hear the songs they sigh...

Through that troubles that assail me, in this place of tears and woe, may I feel their soft embraces with me everywhere I go.

Let me always 'see' my Angels...let me always 'feel' their love. know that they are always with me, Heavens helpers from above.

In the evening of my sojourn, comes the time I must depart, may my Angels cluster closely, weaving peace around my heart.

In the soft and dusky evening, Angels all around me fly...

I can see their wings of moonlight, I can hear the songs they sigh...   

  "Are you there"....I whisper. No answer comes to stir the evening soft and fair.

"Are you there?"....  I ask again. Silence spreads its balm on heavy summer air.

"You see I really need you!...need to know your really there....need to feel your comfort and compassion...for burdens much too heavy for me alone to bare"....

Again no answer.

Slowly and sadly I rise, and run distracted fingers through my hair.

What's this?....a soft and downy feather, white as drifting snow and sparkling like frost in winters air!

Thank you!  Oh thank you.....for answering my prayer!