BURA’S BLURB
JUNE 2013

Julian Young wrote this in his foreword to Paul’s poetry collection ‘Brand New’:

“…His talent lies in his deceptively simple style that lures us so effortlessly into his world. He leads us down paths we never imagined existed; he can also take us down well-trodden paths we know and make us see them anew. Knowing Paul, he would probably add he sometimes leads us up the garden path as well . . . He’s a poet who cares . . . Just another poet? I don’t think so”.

Paul had a tremendous sense of humour, which he often applied to his own circumstances. Read the following humorous story and see for yourself!

Fif & Mel

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HELLO AMIGOS!!!

BARIUM MEAL

For those of you that are a little squeamish or consider this material more lavatorial than you can bear, perhaps you shouldn’t read this piece!

I went to my doctor in Lancing, Sussex, and told him that I had occasional constipation (strange isn’t it that TV ads for constipation and urinal problems tend to be aimed at ‘women!’ rather then men. Why IS that I wonder?). After prodding and poking at my stomach he thought that he detected a small obstruction and right away wrote to my local hospital in Worthing for an X-ray!
Which left me worrying as to what it might be? I put this little niggle to the back of my mind, which was difficult because the C-word kept rearing its head!
Three weeks later the hospital sent me some Barium Meal (which, as it so happened, was invented by my friend Lesley’s father. Who is Lesley? She is not part of this story so I’m not going to tell you; so there!), which I had to take prior to starving myself for a day and night.
Now Barium Meal is a substance that comes in powder form and which you add to water. Come the morning after a night dreaming of eggs, chips and beans and mounds of buttered toast, I added the water and immediately the substance became warm.
I was warned before hand that I had to be near a toilet and not to GO OUT at any time! Now pretty well ALL laxatives ordered through the doctor come with this warning, but this warning came in large red letters. “Ah’oop,” I thought, “this stuff means business!”
Within 15 minutes I was in the toilet and taking down my trousers at the speed of light, which for a polio person aint easy! Human volcanic magma burst from my being like there was no tomorrow…and indeed it seemed that there WAS no tomorrow!
Five minutes seemed like five hours. In the basin below me was a veritable storm of activity. The wind and noise was terrible. It was a continuous barrage, the absolute reverse of a storm in a teacup!!!
Then all on a sudden it stopped as suddenly as it had begun. I was exhausted. I waited: then cleaned myself up, pulled up my trousers and…you’re ahead of me! Yes, another five minutes of thunderous reports!
This time I felt the ‘all clear’ was genuine…and it was.

My appointment at the hospital was 2.30. I was ushered into a large changing unit (which had a toilet incidentally, now WHY did it have a toilet? I was soon to find out!), where I disrobed, including my spinal jacket, and put on this special gown that did up at the back (a nurse helped me into this).
They were ready for me, so a couple of rather attractive nurses helped me (I can walk without the spinal jacket but they didn’t know that) into a room that had a special ‘up and down’ bed, a large type of tank with tubes, and a screen.
The doctor greeted me (he seemed friendly enough) and then indicated that special ‘up and down’ bed by patting it.
“Hello, Mr Bura,” he said cheerily, “and how are you today?” I shot a nervous smile at him. “Ah, no need for nerves, Mr Bura”. “Yeh, they all say that,” I thought.
“Nurse will now administer a tube up your rectum, alright?” “No, it bloody well wasn’t alright!” I thought-screamed! “This is merely a special liquid which we will pour into you. You can see it going in on this screen here!” He indicated the screen. (Any minute now and he will say: “Ve haf vays of making you talking!”).
The nurse inserted the probe. I winced. “This will be a little uncomfortable,” she said, “but when we pour in the liquid don’t worry if your stomach starts to swell, alright!” (Huh?) I grunted and nodded that I understood.
Yes, it was uncomfortable but not painful!
“Righto,” said the doctor, “perhaps you’d like to look at the screen. The liquid (which was white in colour) has a dye that shows up on the screen; see?”
He pointed at an image of my bowel and stomach on the screen. “You see it’s gradually creeping up the small intestine and…” He paused for a nano second.
“What’s up, doc?” I said, sliding into my best Bugs Bunny impression!
“No…umm…no-o-o-o…just a little more nurse!” I was being blown up like a balloon with this liquid.
“Ah,” said the doc, “That’s better! You’ll be pleased to know, Paul, (He’d dropped the: ‘Mr Bura’ tag) that you’re all clear,” said the doctor, triumphantly.
“You mean that’s it?”
“Yup, that’s it! All done!
“Thanks doc, thank you very much...oh, by the way?”
“Yes, Paul” he said, looking up from the screen. “Does Barium Meal ALWAYS work? I mean does it melt down even the hardest faecal matter?”
“Never known it fail yet, Paul, never known it fail yet. Anything else you want to know?”
“No, that’s about it, doctor, that’s about it!”
With that he just smiled!

Now very carefully the nurse extracted the tube from my bum
and instructed me to ‘keep your cheeks together’ (for obvious reasons) whilst she and the another nurse helped me off the ‘up and down’ gantry and into the changing room.

NOW it all became clear! The reason why - in this huge dressing room - there was a TOILET! The nurses led me over to it!

Directly my posterior hit the porcelain comfort zone of the toilet a huge outpouring of the white stuff together with what amounted to a huge, strangled fart rattled the windowpanes.
The nurses didn’t even blink! Without skipping a beat one of them said that I would be welcome back anytime. When I enquired as to why? She said: “Well some people make such a fuss, whilst you were an absolute pleasure,” she said, “an absolute pleasure!”
I sat on the loo for a further five minutes (I wasn’t taking any chances), got dressed and went home!

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POETRY TIME!

THE BACK OF THE SIGN
20/9/2004

The back of a sign

Hidden by wind-whipped trees,
What does it say?

I have ridden,
In car and scooter,
By that sign

Day after day
And I can’t remember
What it says!

For all I know
It could say:
Brothel: 100 Yards!

Naw, I would have remembered THAT!

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THE POST POLIO THING

I created a poem the other day
Of specific things that I had to say,

My arms were the subject as I recall:
What if I had no bloody arms at all?

It’s getting that way: my arms are weaker
This post polio thing prevents this speaker

From scribbling down the magical verse
That forms my trade; is that being perverse?

My brain is too fast for my wretched hands
Leaving it a mass of confusing strands…

The day will dawn when my brain will explode
Leaving bits of poems all over the road!

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ADIOS AMIGOS
UNTIL NEXT MONTH!!!

Love, Light & Laughter
Paul Bura

BURA’S BLURB
MAY 2013

The following story written by Paul called ‘The Seeds’ is one of my absolute favourites. It is SO inspiring. The theme is similar to what he wrote about in his February 2013 Blog called: ‘Slowly slowly catchee monkey’, but in ‘The Seeds’ he shows us a bigger picture and gives us a better understanding of it all by telling us the story of what the Cosmic Masters arranged in order to deal with the problem of the Elite so that the ‘Dawning of the Age of Aquarius’ (when the ‘I’ and the ‘Me’ have had their day and have to change into the ‘All’ and the ‘One’!) can eventuate.

Talking about his February Blog, I noticed those last two lines he quoted, “The curtains are thinning with the weight of knowledge and soon - Not measured in time but in certainty - I will come home!” and I wonder whether on some level he knew that he would be going home soon…… I still find it hard to believe that he’s ‘gone’. Having said that, I still feel just as close to him as before, which proves that time and space are only products of the third dimensional reality of the mind.

Paul’s sister Mel has taken over Paul’s Domain and has given me the honour of preparing Paul’s monthly blogs, so between the two of us we will do all we can to keep the spirit of Paul’s messages alive!

Fif & Mel

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HELLO AMIGOS!!!

THE SEEDS.
By Paul Bura

The cosmic, spiritual masters, under the influence of the universal Mind, came together for council. Something had to be done.

After the collapse of the continents of Mu, Lemuria and Atlantis, they knew that it was only a matter of time before mankind once again created weapons of mass destruction. They knew also that the next time the WHOLE of the earth would be contaminated. Not just by industrial poisons, not just by man-made disease, but by the introduction of evil beings who were just biding their time before incarnating once again for the purpose of self-gratification and worship of the lower-self. Yes, something HAD to be done!

After much soul-searching the Masters came up with the only solution: if evil beings were set to incarnate and bring havoc to the great Earth Goddess then they too must prepare advanced souls with the job of raising the consciousness of human beings, bringing them back on course, back on their incredible journey, back to the source, to merge and become one with all things. The only weapon they would be permitted to use would be 'Love', the ability to love the divine spark inherent in all beings, no matter how corrupt or imbalanced they may have become.

Word was sent throughout the universe for volunteers, volunteers who would train for the dawning of the great Aquarian Age, a time of immense, spiritual change, but also a time when the dark ones would do all in their power to prevent this spiritual change that the planet must undergo. The planet itself, like the human beings on its surface, HAD to undergo change. For nothing stands still, all is transient, all is life and must, ultimately, claw its way back to the divine source no matter what form or shape it might take on. All are in the mind of the Eternal and the mind of the Eternal is composed of love, a love that reproduces itself because its very nature is to BE and to CREATE, to share this wonderful power: LOVE.

Word was sent out and millions responded to the call. Many were called but few chosen. But those that were chosen were called 'the seeds', for within them lay such love that it lit up the cosmos. But they were warned that further incarnation on earth, where they would be exposed to all the lower desires of the third dimension, could well result in a lessening of the Light within them.

For they, like most human beings, would begin to suffer from spiritual amnesia: a forgetting of who they truly were and where they came from and what their purpose on earth was. Ultimately their job was to help their fellow human beings to attain some semblance of Cosmic Consciousness. The great masters told this army of the Light of the suffering they must undergo in their struggle to regain the knowledge of who they were and what their assignment was. Extraordinary symbols were created, vast Mandela’s of light. Each soul would respond to his or her symbol. Many would share a symbol, for these patterns were universal, used on other planets, other vibrations of creation. When the time came the forces of nature, under the loving gaze of the Earth Goddess, (Gaia) would be summoned. These very symbols would be etched into the living corn of the planet and the curious would queue up to view them. They would be photographed and broadcast throughout the world, their beauty admired by millions. There would be those who would ridicule and scoff. There would be those who would imitate these cosmic works of art; but not before the 'seed' memory is stimulated, not before the seed cracks and begins to open and memory begins to stir. And when society becomes bored with these patterns then will appear sacred symbols etched in 'light': great swirling bands of glorious illumination that will fill the skies all over the earth. Then millions more will begin to remember.

Also at this time the greater and lesser religions of the earth will rise up and accuse the seeds of evil doings, for the seeds will speak of the One God who embraces ALL religions, even those who worship the great places of power dotted throughout the landscape where the balance of nature, though greatly disturbed, is adored.

The channelling of information from spiritual entities far out in the cosmos, yet perhaps only a micro-second away, will communicate, offering teachings through human beings so gifted in this art. But all must be aware of deception...for it will come. New books will be written, for the sacred books, the holy books of the great world religions, have been tampered with, though great teachings still remain. Poets and musicians will begin to tell their stories, for the seed works through all creative gifts. But then so do the Dark ones. Beauty will dispel the shadows; beauty will once more permeate the earth, raising her to a new frequency of understanding. One step nearer to the source. True love cannot be disguised; its power cannot be measured. The time is NOW! Nothing can stop it. It is as if it is already done: on a higher level. It already IS.

The view of the planet from space is so familiar to us now; this beautiful blue planet swathed in misty, swirling clouds of vapour set in a back-drop of a diamond-studded void.

Using clairvoyant sight the view is wonderfully different: from the surface of the earth radiates a rainbow of colour, a spectrum that makes the normal sight of the earth pale into nothingness! A sight so beautiful, so harmonious that ones weeps at the wonder of it. These colours correspond with our own human aura: a reflection of our physical, mental and spiritual state.

But that is not the way it is now!

The colours are now muddy, shuddering bands of contaminated energy. The bright lines of power, the etheric grid of the planet, now lay broken and twisted and blocked. The great mother is in pain. She needs to move, to adjust herself ready for this great influx of spiritual change!

Supreme beings from the 5th dimension draw close, ready to pour energy and light into the earth. Already they are making adjustments to the planet, speeding up the vibrational rate of all physical matter. Even now time is speeding up. Have you noticed? Even though the planet appears to revolve at its accustomed rate? But those great beings cannot bring the changes without OUR help, without YOUR help. Light and change can only be brought to the earth and anchored here by human beings! The golden light of the Christ continually pours down upon the earth, but it must be received and 'earthed' by US, the human race! The Christ consciousness is pre-Christian. The Christ consciousness is pre-earth. The Christ consciousness is God made manifest!

The dark ones will fight for supremacy, fight for what they believe is theirs, forgetting that all belongs to the One. But they will lose, for the light is supreme. The light is All. The light is Love!

The seeds came thick and fast now. Beautiful, bright, pulsating spheres. They flowed like a huge river from the 'Cathedral of Light' that belonged nowhere yet was everywhere. They cascaded out, filling the dark void that was a universe, blown out from the source: the place of light', seemingly seconds before.

As they drew further away from the light each sphere separated and became two, a duality flying side by side. The place of light receded. From its vast interior came a sound, a sound so joyous that it was as if this sound heralded the coming of a great army of creative beings. The sound followed the spheres out into the limitless immensity of the universe. Sang to them as a mother sings to her children. And they knew bliss. The sound that they heard was the great AUM!

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AND A POEM….

ETERNAL
7/12/2006

One glimpse
Saturates
The whole of
Your life

You become
Sunburned as
On the
Inside

Bronzed
In the
Eternal
Sun of freedom

Dreaming
The dream
Of
Reality

That goes
Further
Even than love
Itself

For love too
Evolves
In an endless
Stream

The Endless
Dream
Is all
That it is

And dream
Is the stuff
To wakeup
From!

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ADIOS AMIGOS
UNTIL NEXT MONTH!!!

Love, Light & Laughter
Paul Bura

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BURA’S BLURB
APRIL 2013

Paul was an amazing person who despite the physical restrictions and ongoing muscle deterioration of polio as well as other physical problems, never complained. Rather, he was an inspiration to anyone who had the fortune to meet him; with his generous heart and wonderful sense of humour he brought healing into many people’s lives.

He lived in a world which involved dowsing, ley lines, crop circles, medicine wheels, Devic beings, all gateways bringing in the higher healing power for Mother Earth, for as he states: “Now is the time for us to wake up to who we really are”.

Fortunately for his family and friends, he left a wealth of articles and poems, so that we can continue his monthly blurbs. No doubt Paul will be guiding us which bits and pieces to choose from his new found place of Love, Light and Laughter!

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HELLO AMIGOS!!!

THE GREAT FORGETTING

We all suffer from it, and it’s quite common that we should – though not ‘common’ in the strictest sense of the word.
What am I talking about?
Spiritual Amnesia, that’s what I’m talking about, ‘The Great Forgetting’.
Forgetting what? Forgetting where? Forgetting whom?
WHAT we are, WHERE we are going, and to WHOM we’re going toward?
Let me put in poetic sense (or nonsense depending on your point of reference): we are tiny beads of perspiration on the brow of the Infinite where we evaporate and are never seen again!
But you and I know that’s only part of the story, in fact it’s a falsehood if ever there was one! Yes, we do evaporate, but only to appear again in a sea of tranquillity, or the primeval soup of so-called reality, about to embark on a journey, a journey so fantastic and so immense that this laptop, or a million laptops, could not cope. For life is eternal, forever, in ALL places, free to be IN form or OUT of form, yet never bound by form. THIS then is the ultimate in Freedom!

However, there is a rule and one rule only: THAT YOU DO
NO HARM TO ANYONE OR ANYTHING, ESPECIALLY SENTIENT BEINGS.
This is: THE RULE OF LOVE.
Any misdemeanour that you do will not only harm that sentient being, but also yourself and the Infinite that sent you! Why? Because you ARE the Infinite that sent you! Of course when I say SENT it seems as if you have no choice in the matter. There is always choice. The Infinite IS the ‘choice’. There IS nothing else but Infinity, Freedom, Love, or whatever labels you care to hang on it. And where there is love there is compassion and forgiveness (ever heard of forgiving yourself?), these elements are all contained in the word LOVE.
The universe is alive. Every rock, every drop of rain rings and sings with life, there is no beginning and no end to it.
AND ALL OF THIS WE TEND TO FORGET?
Whenever fear embraces us we go into ‘forget-mode’, we forget that love, not fear is forever. Not tomorrow, not yesterday, but NOW, in this very moment. ‘All There Is’ is contained in this moment, this precious little – or vast – moment and if you understand just a quarter of what I’ve written then you’ll KNOW that.

Fear is an emotion; love (or the Infinite, or Freedom, or God) just IS!

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POETRY TIME!!!!!

YOU HAVE LIVED
(31/12/2012)

When every second
That you have lived
Bursts into a glorious
Whole and oneness
That the little life
You have lived
Explodes into living light
And lives forever
In the arms of Infinity
And love -

Then you have truly seen!

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LET THE PEN DO THE WORK
5/7/12

Let’s dance
And show that
We know how too,

To celebrate
On the edge
Of a planet
Let alone this one

And realise
That it is not
Just you and me
That can move
With such grace

But the whole
Of creation
Will celebrate too
And with a grin
On its face,
Oh yes, a grin!

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MEN NEVER NOTICE (from Paul’s ‘Kite’ poem collection)
(A poem for women)

So there I was
Reading the paper
In the front room
When she swept in.

“What d’you think, then?” she said.

I looked up.
Horror and guilt
Gushed from my eyes.
I knew that tone!

“Well?” she said.

My mind cart-wheeled,
What was I suppose to know?
She’s had her hair done?
No, not the hair,
I couldn’t smell the lacquer!
She’s got on a new dress.
Well how was I supposed to know that?
No, it’s not the dress; she isn’t posing.
Oh Christ, she’s re-decorated
The bloody room
And I haven’t noticed!
No, it’s not that, there’s no smell.

A nano-second passed.

New shoes? No, she’s wearing slippers!

I broke out in an instant sweat.

No, it must be the curtains.
I looked round the room.
We only had blinds!
Now I knew that.

“Well?” she said again.
“Well what?” I groaned.

“Nothing,” She said,
And swept out the room.

She paused and turned.

“Just keeping you
On your toes, darling.
Cup of tea?”

Now has she got
Power over me,
Or what?

ADIOS AMIGOS
UNTIL NEXT MONTH!!!

Paul Bura

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I was shocked and saddened when I learned of Paul’s passing.

I only met Paul the once. With me living in Sydney, I found it strangely exotic having a client that lived on the other side of the world. So on my last trip to the UK (2007, I think?), I made a special effort to visit Paul at his then home in far North Wales on the Isle of Anglessey. What impressed me was his voice; a deep, booming, resonating voice, and I understood immediately his work in broadcasts, voiceovers and radio plays. What I noticed was the effect that PPS had taken on his body. Paul, the only consolation is that you are now free of the shackles that chained you to your physical body.

Paul the physical, Rest in Peace. Paul the spiritual, be free.

Paul Bura passed away on Tuesday, 5 February, 2013.

Mark Lex – Webmaster. 12.2.13

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Paul Bura, inspirational poet and friend, RIP

Why don't you head on over there to Julian's website, The Other Side of Paris, and read the comments that came back.

BURA’S BLURB

FEBUARY 2013

HELLO AMIGOS!!!

If you are wondering why the world did not come to an end in Dec 21st 2012 then all I have said/written will only be just some stuff that you have read but have not really taken in! Below is some other stuff concerning the ego (Also a small poem on this very subject). ‘Why ego’? I hear you scream, ‘because we can’t function without it’? Well no, not exactly. But we all need a piece of ego to give us a kind of energy: a get-up-and-go type of energy, an ego in complete balance - but an ego in overdrive [?] we do not! (In my humble opinion)

I’m introducing a poetic prose piece by a journalist friend of mine, John Webster, who now lives in Australia. He is a very close friend of mine who lived in Herne Bay but immigrated to Oz and found his niche there as a radio producer.
I hope very much that you enjoy his work!

SLOWLY SLOWLY CATCHEE MONKEY

The Powerful Elite of this planet will not let go without a fight: ‘it will only get worse before it starts to get better’! After all, the Elite have been running the planet for thousands and thousands of years now and will not give up easily. The families of these Elite suffer an overload of the ego and we ALL know what the ego is like to rid ourselves of: lifetime after lifetime of infiltrated suffering after the truth. The truth – I don’t have to tell you this - is all One. Truth never ever changes: it’s only ourconception of the truth that changes! The Elite will continue to fool themselves that they are right! They fool themselves into thinking that these negative thought patterns are strong and right and 3 dimensional riches are the way forward no matter who they trample in the dust - who they enslave - with their promises of gold and silver in the wake of their greed!

This is OLD thinking, NEGATIVE thinking.

The ‘I’ and the ‘Me’ has had its day and has to change into the ‘All’ the ‘One’! This is the only way forward! The ‘All’ equals the ‘ One’ and LOVE holds it together as the only Truth!

We can only continue to pour light into the system. ‘Slowly slowly catchee monkey!’ I still believe in the probability that hundreds of thousands will perish - even millions - until this job is done! (I have no need to remind you that NOBODY really perishes!) But it need not be this way! How much longer will it take for us to realise the Truth as a reality that lives inside each and every one of us. We are all Gods-in-the-making. We are God but not clutching at straws anymore. Those days are over – if you really want them to be! And if you are thinking that this is ‘ego’ on a grand spiritual trip - all over again - then you don’t yet understand the full concept of LOVE and the ONE! But I know in my heart that you do, otherwise you wouldnot be reading this, would you?

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AND NOW FOR THE POEMS:

STEPPING THROUGH

Step through
And just melt
Into timelessness
Spacelessness
And become just
What IS!
No I no me no anything,
And become it all,
All of it!

Paul Bura

Human Nature

By John Webster

I write from the stream of consciousness not
knowing what will happen. Where shall we go.
To the hills, my friend. Sourcing the heart of
our mother. Happier in nature than in human
nature. Writing for no one in particular. No one
is everyone. To hold and to share. To be
moving along the lines that shape us drifting
along on a carpet of stardust to our ultimate
destination. The eternity man knows all but
won't share it with himself. Walk in the
shadows looking at light. Walking in light
looking at shadows. Where would you be ?
Steering through the divide sniffing the sounds
of rain on the shifting desert sands. Sailing on
strands of warm winds to an infinite horizon of
possibilities. Open your mind and free your
soul to the colours of the rainbow. A rainbow
can only manifest in rain and sun. The endless
colours of light moving silently to another
heaven. Surf the clouds sailing across the blue
sky. Nowhere to go. Ephemeral yet
permanent. Eternal shape shifting. Standing
and waiting at the doors of perception. Soaring
through the stratosphere. Listen, can you hear
the heartbeat of the universe ? A gentle, soft
pulse from the beginning to the infinite end
which always returns to the source. Circles
within circles. Stand back. Let's open the black
velvet covered box. Dive into its stream. Flow
with the infinite . No distractions now.
Mysteries unfold. Raise the sails and drift with
me to solace . We know pain. Pain frees us
like a summer butterfly exploring the gentle
zephyrs which caress our very being. Pain
leads to knowledge. Knowledge leads to
freedom of soul and spirit. Rising on thermal
currents freeing our souls to fly together in
ecstasy . Wheeling in pure pleasure across a
blue sky canvass. Catch a cloud for a moment.
Tumble through shifting mists and sail out into
the infinite. Infinite possibilities test the
shackles of perceived time. For what is time in
the infinite ? Can we fit time in the infinite ?
So who am I ? A man in love. In love with life.
Creating a life of love. Playing with words.
Scattering words to the wind, waiting to see
where they fall. Learning to transcend melting
words.
Echoes of the past disrupt the now. Memories
mingle with motion. Emotion. Seeking to pull
us down. Back down to the abyss of past lives,
applying salt to long healed wounds. Now
listen to birds and their chorus of songs of
celebration. They carry no cares of the past.
Only the now.
We are transient on the ever shifting sands of
that perceived time. A mere visitor to the
solitary fractal composition of the universe.
Prepare for another release into a timeless
world . No time to waste. Let's dive into the
void. Again. Escape the self built cage of
deception. Circle over the illusion of collective
consciousness.

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SINCE MY MOTHER PASSED
(4/11/2008)!

Since my mother passed
It's the little things that remind me of her:
The three knocks on her door in the morning
And her answer "Yes please, Paul",
The three knocks are to ask: "Do you want a cup of tea, mother?"

I was always - at the back of my mind - afraid that one day
She would not answer and on that Sunday morning she didn't!

No more relating the dreams I had from the night before to her
And she telling me that I must be cold by my only wearing my long Vest.
No more telling me what a bad night she'd had or - rarely - what a Good night.

This time I approached the bed and my worst dreams were realised.
I touched her face and knew for certain then.
My hands remained on her face and me uttering over and over Again:

"Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling"

I must have been with her for ten minutes -
Then I phoned Melly.

I returned a 2nd time and tried to lift her arms:
Somehow bare-arms want to be covered up, don't they?
But I couldn't lift them!
I gently cursed my weak polio arms.

I said my goodbyes to her cooling body
And left the room!

My knowledge (although in composing this tears are coursing down My cheeks)
And the certainty that I will see her again, sustains me
And gives me strength!

The curtains are thinning with the weight of knowledge and soon -
Not measured in time but in certainty - I will come home!

Paul Bura

ADIOS AMIGOS…
UNTIL NEXT MONTH!!!

LUV N’ LITE N’ LARFTER

Paul

BURA’S BLURB
JANUARY 2013

HELLO AMIGOS!!!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Now for a possible ONE-OFF (who knows at this point?)! I would like to introduce a guest writer (Fif Hugenholtz) and a guest poet (Nicholas Czernin).

Fif Hugenholtz and I have just co-written our first book: DOWNLOADS FROM THE HIGHER SELF and a sample of her writings is featured in her piece below. Hope you like it!

Nicholas Czernin is a poet whose verse is loosely described as ‘non-dual’ (as is Fif’s writing and indeed my own). He came to my attention through his publishers: NON-DUALITY PRESS - and he fairly ‘knocked me out’! Hope he has the same effect on you!

FINDING ‘THAT PLACE’ IN STILLNESS

“Nothing can come to you; nothing can be added to you. You are already that place in consciousness through which Infinity is pouring.” (Joel Goldsmith)
Where is ‘that place’ and how do we access it, experience it? Not with our minds! Because ‘that place’ is beyond our active minds and emotions, waiting to function in us. Everything we need to know is in this place, this state of consciousness, because the information is already in us, it is already part of us; in fact in this dimension we are this information at the same time of being able to receive it.

One of the ways to find ‘that place’ is by starting with slowing down our breathing and being still, by focusing on feeling the silence within, by being in the Now. Our mind is stilled and this allows us to be taken through a ‘portal’ into a different state of consciousness, a different dimension, referred to as the fourth dimension. Here the mind becomes an avenue of awareness through which we can receive impartations from the Infinite Source by listening to its ‘still small voice’.

When we sit in stillness and listen to that ‘still small voice’, we give ourselves up to the transition which takes place in our consciousness, as in this place a higher level of consciousness is experienced, which changes our perception of reality. We are released from the mind – the impostor pretending to be us – because we can’t listen and think at the same time. Our mind becomes empty and this ‘still small voice’ will rush in.

We don’t necessarily always hear this ‘still small voice’, sometimes it will translate into becoming a channel for inspiration and new ideas and solutions to come through, or unexpected adjustments to take place. Our will becomes aligned with the Will of the Infinite Source, which means that whatever the Source wants to express through us as us becomes our true fulfilment and joy. A profound healing comes from being in this place, where there is no separation, no fear; where the heart reconnects and where we realise the face of the Source looks through all eyes. For here we experience our true self, through which Infinity pours.

By visiting this place on a regular basis, a shift takes place in our understanding, we discover that we are not the thinker; we are not the mind, but the one being aware of the thinker. Very few people experience this shift in one sudden moment. For most of us it’s a gradual process, an awakening, starting with the becoming aware of the ‘witness’. This is followed by a series of small and bigger shifts, resulting in the veil getting lifted that little bit more each time, when we suddenly ‘see’ and understand a particular truth.

Quoting Joel Goldsmith: “This constant, consistent, and dedicated knowing of the truth will develop a state of consciousness that does not shift back and forth between the evil and the good: it holds itself at least with some measure of stability to the spiritual path and to spiritual realisation.”

Sometimes we are not even aware of the change in ourselves until something comes up and we realise we are responding differently. Our detachment grows, as does our unconditional love, things become less personal. There is a growing respect and embracing other people’s viewpoints and beliefs, as we realise that we are all on this journey in our own way. Life becomes simpler and we become more ordinary, as we begin more and more to live in this awareness. A process from ‘doing’ to ‘being’ takes place. As soon as even a measure of this fourth dimensional consciousness is attained, life begins to flow more by Grace than by effort.

When we dwell in this consciousness of spiritual truth and wisdom, by Grace, this truth gradually takes over the mind; it uses our mind for its expression, flowing through us, governing our experience. In time, we become the witness of the Divine activity of Life within us expressing and fulfilling Itself through us.

Fif Hugenholtz

AWAKENESS IN TIMELESSNESS....
(9/11/2012)

empty,
bringing nothing at all
to satisfy yesterday's remains
or the need for comfort..

here the biting wind
lets us know for sure
that it's not doing it half-heartedly

nor as a compromise...

what have I got at the end
of my fishing rod??
what do I want that
is not already here???

the pine trees gracefulness
& stately power
overwhelming simplicity
in this world of silent medicine!!!

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WHATEVER COMES THROUGH
(Poem created by Paul Bura from the letters sent to me
from Nicholas Czernin)

Whatever comes through
The waterfall
Just let it fall all over me!

Trying to describe the infinite or timelessness?

It's a dance:
And we don't have to find or describe anything
Except that which always is!

Infinite love and infinite tears mingling
As when sun and rain meet: the rainbow!!!

But the body is in the mind, isn’t it?
And what if there’s no mind, what then?

In case the words come
From the primordial
We will never run dry!
The essence is ever* sprouting forth:
The creative, the new
The fresh fresher freshest

Endlessly!

So all we have to do
Is find that space where all
Is beyond the reasoning - right and wrong - mind
Good and bad and so on!

And here there is nothing
That can be judged as anything
Simply because that which discriminates is no more!!

Instead of denying or trying
To change whatever comes through
Just let it come and go...
Disappear into formlessness!!!

It's the clinging onto the thingness,
Being seduced by its objectivity
That keeps us leaden footed!
It's not so much that it happens by itself
As where does it all happen?

If we can see that then
We are instantly freed from the dual perspective!
All these things
We can find out for ourselves
Without the need for recourse to books!

Stay in dynamic and unstructured space...and fly!

We don't need to copy anyone else's lifestyle or methods
What we've got is the true original!!!!

And we'll never know unless
We give up riding on someone else's shoulders!

Burn all the books
Throw away all acquired knowledge!

Find that pristine pure space… and dissolve!

NOTE: Added word – EVER*

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A Few Lines My Friend:

without any expectations
without a past
without a future
now see what it is

break the glass
tear down the filters now walk through

unobsessed with thingness
or anything else...

now taste the mountain freshness
where even the grass is happy!!

get out of your world
of knowledge & comfort
& see without an "I" or an "it";;

naked in the beautiful aweful lady's arms
remembering nothing as we both dissolve!!

so having dumped the whole lot
in the river of impermanence
complaints & longings
have been trimmed to the bone...

to find something?
to find nothing?
what or who decides??
what about losing???!!!

dive into this freezing stream
& ask a golden pebble
to reveal its secrets...

if you want answers
to the unknowable
step back into.....

(but only if you're in
the right place!)

golden pebbles don't grow
everywhere!!!...

happy hunting!!!

NICHOLAS CZERNIN

Latest book of verse:
‘WASTELAND WORDS’
Published by NON-DUALITY PRESS
Nicholasczernin@live.com

HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS EDITION
OF ‘BURA’S BLURB’ AND MEETING MY FRIENDS:

FIF HUGENHOLTZ
AND
NICHOLAS CZERNIN

HAPPY NEW YEAR
MY AMIGOS!!!

Paul Bura