

These two photos go with my last post called Spiritual Amnesia.
All best wishes, Shelley


These two photos go with my last post called Spiritual Amnesia.
All best wishes, Shelley


A Note To My Previous Post: Owl Tales
‘Owl’ tell you something else.
Pharaoh/Queen Hatshepsut was part Nubian.
Despite all attempts to erase her name and memory, much of her constructions, relics and artifacts- like her jewellery, still exist (made by her jewellers, though claimed to be that of following rulers, a common practice of inheritance and even grave-robbing by secret royal orders- or royals claiming greatness by falsely putting their name on more ancient structures like Pharaoh Kufu-Cheops- blatantly false claims to the Pyramids.) Even today, Hatshepsut’s love poems written to and with Solomon (called The Songs of Solomon) still exist, though confusingly interpreted now as ‘Holy Scripture’. Well, ‘everything is the meaning we give it’.
This Pharaoh/Queen Hatshepsut, chosen by her Father and fully Initiated, ruled Upper and Lower Egypt, Nubia, Ethiopia, a part of the Arabian Peninsula called Saba (Sheba)…and other Tribute Lands, trading extensively throughout the surrounding areas. She travelled to ‘Punt’, the Egyptian name for ‘the Holy Land, with exotic ‘gifts’- a ‘trade mission’- bringing her ‘entourage’ of highly skilled people, including Architects. Punt, ‘the Holy Land’, had also grown wealthy due to King Solomon’s ‘Wisdom’, his ‘Connections’, through several foreign marriages- alignments to foreign ruling families, and his Business Connections with Hiram of Tyre who owned a fleet of ships profitably transporting cargo between countries.
King Solomon was not as wealthy or powerful as Pharaoh/Queen Hatshepsut but was considered by her and her advisors as a suitable partner for a royal marriage, offspring and trade connections. All of this infuriated his powerful priests, his court and many others, as with the powerful families and priests- those power structures- of her lands. Yes, all of this became ‘translated’ into the supposed Anger of God in ‘the Holy Land’ and the Anger of the ‘Gods’ in Egypt. It became a mystery for scholars to ponder for centuries, for others to create myths or tamper with evidence and dates, and for tourist guides to repeat like gossip for a pay-check.
There’s ‘nothing new under the sun’ where Competing Powers are concerned, though most of us ‘don’t give a hoot’ unless we’re personally impacted. Many were, many still are…
Truly, we are a very young Species.
November 5, 2021
Shelley Wilson

Picture Puzzles
Picture Puzzles Help To Teach Us
the Great Value of Flexible Thinking,
to Seek and Expand Our Understandings,
to Just Set Aside What Doesn’t Work
When Linking Pieces to Others-
‘Clues’ that Just Don’t Fit, or
‘Clues’ that Fit But Don’t ‘Actually’ Fit-
to Continue to Look For Answers
Even When Seeing the Picture Whole
In Healthy Humility As We Grow-
Always Something More To Know…
Puzzles Teach Appreciation For Uncertainties,
the Value of Honest Doubt- the Value
of Questions With Need For Evidence,
For a Willingness to Question ‘Dog-mas’-
that of Our Own or Others-
Valid Yet Incomplete Answers,
‘Collars’ that Fit but Don’t ‘Actually’ Fit-
a Willingness to Move Forward
to Higher, Wider, Deeper Understandings
that Help Us Collectively To Grow…
Some Puzzles Become More and More ‘Complex’
Exercises of a Mental Evolution
Where Intuition Breaks Through
to Aid Powers Of Intelligence,
Where Curiosity First Leads Us
To Explore Piece By Piece, Bit By Bit,
With Logic and Powers of Deduction,
With Shape and Pattern Recognition
Then To Sudden Leaps In Awareness
Beyond The Computer Mind-
a Direct, Intuitive Knowing
Then Comes To Our ‘Defence’-
an Inner Force ‘Activates’
When We Truly, Truly Care-
Helping Us To Find Our Answers-
Even That ‘Missing Piece’ of the Puzzle
Hidden Under Our Own Chair…
God Is Giving Us A Whole Universe
Of Wondrous, Invisible Puzzles,
Puzzles To Invite Us All To Grow
and To Stretch Far Beyond
What We Think We Know…
September 14, 2021
Shelley Wilson

This and Other Realities:
Halloween Prayers
“I don’t believe in ghosts”
says he…
“I don’t believe in ghosts”
says she…
but they cross themselves and pray
to the Holy Ghost anyway.
October 30, 2021
Shelley Wilson

This and Other Realities:
Partridge Tale
It was Christmas. Our little town in Northeastern Ontario had been gifted with another heavy snowfall. Fresh snow sparkled through the windows of our ‘doll house’ home. The beautiful white pine and shrubs of our garden all glittered like a Christmas card sent from the Heavens.
Inside, we enjoyed the colourful sight of hand-crafted ornaments on the Christmas tree and a bounty of holiday gifts beneath it. Our young children, Alissa and Aaron, played carefree games in the living-room as my husband, Roger, and I prepared dinner in the kitchen. Music drifted through the rooms in wave after wave of carols: ‘Silent Night’, ‘The Holly and The Ivy’, ‘Deck The Halls’ and another favourite- the countdown carol ‘The Twelve Days of Christmas’ our children loved to sing along with…”and a Partridge in a pear tree”…
The children’s excitement intensified that memorable day with the priceless gift of a very special visit. A glance outside had revealed the presence of a Partridge perched on our cherished crab-apple tree beside the dining-room window. Roger and I rushed into the room to watch this unusual sight. There was our own version of a Christmas carol come to life!
The plump bird didn’t seem to mind us watching it dine on the tiny crab-apples still clinging to the dormant tree. We were all so amused to see how much its heavy weight bent the branch it sat upon.
I recall wondering how this solitary Partridge could be so stout given the frozen state of the wilderness near our home. I also remember wondering how this naturally ‘shy’ bird found its way to our street and our house and tree with such perfect timing. How we loved Nature’s wondrous presence and presents!
I am still filled with thoughts and feelings of gratitude and wonder to this very day.
(A true story retold October 29, 2021)
Thank you Mother Nature!
Shelley Wilson
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