An Irish Blessing.




May flowers always line your path

and sunshine light the way.

May songbirds serenade you

every step along the way.

May a rainbow run beside you

in a sky that’s always blue

And may happiness fill your heart

each day your  whole life through!

Just for YOU!

… and yes it is possible to have all these gifts everyday of our lives I have seen many do so even in the face of painful deaths from cancer. All it takes is being able to remain in the moment and be a peaceful, joyful, contented observer of our life and  rest in the knowledge that we are here to grow in love and beauty. This is a great challenge but one many people succeed at through practising meditation or praying.  Trials are opportunities. They come and go, so often providing new or deeper connections with the people who support us at  these times. No moment lasts and the sum of them all define us as the unique, beautiful soul that we are. We write our life’s story not just by how we act but by how we react. The energy we give out not only touches those around us but also the greater energy of this world. By sending out loving kindness to all and most importantly by including ourselves, we are creating a new more beautiful world.

Namaste. Enjoy you journey and many blessings. Brita

Prayers Answered!






My last post said I was back off to Bentley not far from our home in the beautiful hills of the  Northern Rivers of NSW Australia to camp and face the full force of police. I asked for light for protection and prayers for a peaceful resolution…WELL WE HAVE HAD OUR PRAYERS ANSWERED!  All Metgasco licences have  been cancelled, just now and ICAC (The Independent Commission Against Corruption) is going to investigate the company and some of it’s shareholders.

We are so relieved and HAPPY. Non violent direct action has triumphed after all. Thank you for your prayers and good wishes to Bill and I.

Namaste Brita.




Today some are looking longingly to the skies praying for rain to give them a hope of saving their farms.
Others stare up at the approaching clouds in fear, having just seen thousands swept away and whole towns destroyed.
Same day, different countries but one overriding need,
the need for compassion from those around them, but who are seemingly blind to their need,
to reach out a helping hand.
We are all so vulnerable in the face of natures mighty power and life so fragile.
The needs of mankind seem overwhelming and feeling helpless it often seems easier turn away and busy ourselves with other more manageable tasks.
I, too, often feel overwhelmed,
I have no monetary wealth to give out as a helping hand
A minute to listen to those I know who are struggling, a warm hug of understanding, a family heal table to share and a prayer I can say each and every day…

“May all sentient beings have happiness and the cause of happiness.
May all sentient beings be free of suffering and the cause of suffering.
May all sentient beings live in peace and harmony and have their needs met.”

It is a based a Buddhist prayer and it always reminds me of how we are all connected in this world.
We all have common needs, hopes and fears and one language-
the language of love and compassion ,
a language that we all understand.
Don’t turn away, you can help, just say a little prayer
and make time to be there for others.
Love and Compassion are powerful beyond belief.


A Prayer For You from Lama Tendar.






” May you have happiness and inner peace.

May the universe be free from suffering, disease and negative influences

and you be filled with joy and peace.


May you complete the perfection of effort by striving

for the enlightenment of all sentient beings

with unwavering compassion.”


Venerable Lobsang Tendar

Always smiling, Lama Tendar has lived a life few could believe. Born in into a large poor rural family in Tibet( where he didn’t even have shoes), leaving them to study and become a monk while still a child, imprisoned by the Chinese, nearly dying, fleeing to India, now living in Australia, sharing the home of a wonderfully enlightened Catholic priest and setting up The Tibetan Children’s Fund. (see widget to find out more).to educate poor children in Tibet, and recently opening The Medicine Buddha Tantrayana  Meditation Center in Victoria, Australia. Lama Tendar has already seen more of life than most of us will ever experience. Yet he remains full of hope, love for all and above all compassion.

His faith and practice not only sustain him daily, in the past they have saved his life.

A beautiful, man, totally without pretension of any kind or any of the trappings of wealth and success, his love, compassion and wisdom inspire all fortunate enough to cross his path.

(see “Freedom To Love” by Hong Curley to read her journey to enlightenment and how he has inspired her and her family. ISBN 978-1-62776-804-7)

I would recommend everyone google Lama Tendar or use the link widget to Tibetan Children’s Fund to find out more about this amazing man.

He has changed my life and that of my husband over the years we have known him.




Travellers Pray.

Lord grant me a steady hand, a watchful eye,

that none may suffer harm as I pass by.

You give life, I pray no act of mine

will take away nor mar in any way this gift you give.

Show me how to use this gift to benefit all others and

 not to miss through lack of wit or love of speed the beauty that surrounds .

Protect those who drive with me.

Be with me Lord as I travel along so I may go in Your peace and harmony.

I say this prayer every time I get in my car before I drive off. Yesterday it alerted my guardian angel that once again she was on traffic duty and that I was driving.  Today I am extremely grateful.

My husband and I had gone to the Gold Coast to do some special gift shopping as there are no big department stores  near where we live. On the way home we were on the freeway doing 11o kilometres per hour (the speed limit) when a small blue car flew past us. It was dodging in and out, at one point cutting across all three lanes and it had to be doing 130kph. I had no sooner said to my husband “They’re crazy, an accident waiting to happen!” than they clipped a car and spun out of control. Seven cars were damaged through their thoughtless driving. We would have been involved had we not got out the lift on the wrong level of the car park at the shopping centre and had to walk up a level. Coincidence you may think but there have been two other coincidences in the last three weeks, Guardian Angel working overtime I say! I also add a thank you prayer because while I have no fear of death the thought of being disabled and a burden on my husband is one I don’t like at all, even though he assures me that I would never be a burden and I really do no that no matter what nothing can shake our love for each other. Just another blessing to be thankful for. So many blessings! I am reminded once again of the old hymn  that goes:- Count your blessings, name them one by one……….. count your many blessings and it will surprise you what the Lord has done.

The greatest blessing of all was that no one was killed. Hopefully the young girl driving is counting her blessings and learnt a lesson about the danger of reckless driving.

A Birthday Candle for Dorothy


Today the 11th of March is the birthday of a very special lady, one who brought love and light to all who crossed her path. Dorothy was loved by everyone. She played piano everywhere and anywhere and she played not only beautifully but joyfully. Her joy came from her faith, a faith she lived every day through always being positive, never being critical, sharing everything she had and befriending all. I can never recall her saying a bad word about anyone or ever complaining, even in the toughest times. Dorothy would light a candle and say a prayer for everyone. She used different coloured candles for different people and different things. Once she rang me at 2am( she always knew when something was wrong and you  needed a friend)  I was extremely low, she didn’t ask what was wrong, she simply said” I had to ring somethings the matter, I just wanted to tell you I have this lovely pale pink candle and I am lighting it and saying a prayer for Jesus to be close in your heart.” I was at the lowest point in my life that night. I had been crying and still was when I answered the phone. I had prayed to Jesus and from hundreds of miles away Dorothy knew and was on the phone being his light worker in this world. Dorothy never claimed to be psychic, she never said anything about herself but eveyrone knew her exceptional ability to just make things happen. Once she wanted to go to Rio to see the statue of Christ. “I know I’ll get there ” she said “I prayed about it and lit a candle and I have a feeling God will make it happen”. Dorothy was on a train going to Sydney shortly after and chatted to the lady next to her, as she always did. That lady turned out to be the mother of a young ballet producer who she had years before played piano for at his dance school. He had been trying to contact her but had moved to New Zealand and lost her address. His mum gave him Dorothy’s address and he contacted her. He was off to ,you guessed it, South America to do a ballet and took Dorothy to play the piano for his rehearsals. Things like that were always happening to Dorothy, she was as I said a very special lady. Near the end of her life she was badly burnt, she was putting out her candles when her dressing gown caught alight but this, despite months in hospital, never dampened her love of candles and she never stopped praying right up until the end. The day before she died she was praying for the man in the next hospital room who was “having a bad time of it”. She was still as positive as ever, saying how wonderful the nurses were and how lucky she was that there was a balcony that they could wheel her out onto to see the beautiful trees. The last gift Dorothy gave us was a candle, in a special holder. The holder was a little teapot house with a husband mouse and his wife standing out in the front garden. She said it reminded her of my husband Bill and I. We prayed tonight, a prayer of special thanks for having Dorothy as our special gift from God. Dorothy  brought the love of Jesus into our lives and the lives of countless others, she shone more brightly in this world than all the beautiful candles she lit. We prayed by the light of the mouse house candle that Dorothy gave us. The name Dorothy means “God’s gift” She certainly was!

Passing On – A Journey, Not A Dead End.

Jacobs Ladder by WilliamBlake

Having seen spirit as a child I always knew that you didn’t stop “being” when you died. It wasn’t the end of you, you continued to exist but beyond the vibrational limits our earthly eyes were able to perceive. Unfortunately this knowlege was of little comfort to me  when I began to experience the death of those I loved. By the time I left High School I had “lost” my mother,my father, a much loved uncle and a few very close friends. In my head and also my heart I knew they had gone on to a better place. I had already seen many people die. Death wasn’t hidden away in those days, it was seen as part of everyday life. Birth, marriage, death and everything else in life took place in the community or rather the extended family of the neighbourhood in which you lived. Everything was shared, the good times and the bad and everyone was supported.  M,ost people died at home where they were then laid out by the neighbours, usually in the front room, and  everyone came to see them off. Although I had no fear of death  I still longed for their physical presence, to see them again and feel their embrace, so when I came across this poem simply called “Passing On”, it gave me great comfort. I would love to know who wrote it but no author was given. Please if anyone knows the author I would love to hear from you. There are many beautiful poems on death and dying that seek to give comfort to those left behind and quite a few have built on this idea of death being a journey. It is an idea I lovingly accept, although I do feel that for most of us it isn’t a journey to a destination where we stay “forever more”, instead it is a journey to a different energy plain where we continue to grow, learn and “rest up” before we come back to earth to demonstrate that we have matured spiritually.

There is so much fear and confusion around death and the process of dying, I witness it often as I visit the palliative care unit where I am a volunteer. It is so sad that at such a special time old half truths worry and plague so many. It is always a priviledge to share in this special time, I have learnt so much while listening as people share their life stories, experiences and wisdom and it is always especially  beautiful to witness the passing over of those who have faith that their journey is beginning not ending.














If you think this may bring comfort to someone you know please pass it on, even if it doesn’t help it may open up a conversation that will allow them to share their feeling. Sharing with someone who we know cares is always a great help on any journey through grief. Praying that any of you who are on this journey, at this point in time, will find yourself surrounded by peace and love.

 God bless you.

The Teachings of Silver Birch.

Buddhist temple at The Grand Palace in Bangkok, Thailand, while photographer Isres Chorphaka was visiting.

Buddhist temple at The Grand Palace in Bangkok, Thailand, while photographer Isres Chorphaka was visiting.

In the forward of “Teachings of Silver Birch” Hannen Swaffer, the medium who channeled Silver Birch wrote in 1938:-

“Silver Birch as we call him is not a Red Indian.

Who he is, we do not know. We assume that he uses the name of the spirit through whose astral body he expresses himself, it being impossible for the high vibration of the spiritual realm to which he belongs to manifest except through some other instrument.

He is the spirit guide of what is known as “Hannen Swaffer’s Home Circle”

Hannen Swaffer goes on to tell how once Silver Birch accidently nearly revealed his true identity but pulled himself up just in time.  So we have no idea as to his true identity. What we do know is that the teachings he gave provide a guide to life that many have found enlightening, thought provoking and beautiful in there simplicity.

At first I had planned to simply put a link here to another site so you could read his teachings there, but when I looked I found the teachings said to be his on some sites had been changed. I assume this happened in trying to condense and update the language, but instead the meaning has been interpreted and sometimes changed. This is what often happens and what I feel has happened with the bible. A simple, beautiful message is lost and becomes something used to promote some other persons or groups beliefs. On one site his teachings had been listed in point form, a list of commandments he supposedly gave to live by.

Personally I found this sad, so I decided that as the book is no longer in print I will share the teachings of Silver Birch as written by Hannen Swaffer here. There will be no deliberate changes made to the language or message. I will not be able to copy the whole book and I hope that in selecting my extracts I am guided to be true to the original. This will be a huge task and will be done over time. (A long time, I am a two finger typist!) But hopefully you will bear with me. I will also try to find other sites that keep to the spirit of his teachings and put links in. Please don’t think that a site not being linked to mine means it is one I don’t approve of as there are many sites, all of which took great effort and a spiritual passion to create and I will never find the time to search through them all.  Some sites condense his answers to the questions asked of him in the circle and these can be helpful, however to fully get the beauty of his teachings, you really need to try to find the original texts. Just as in the bible the words resonate differently with each reader in order to speak to their particular personality and need..

I am posting Silver Birchs’ teachings because they have so much relevance to our lives, spiritual development and the world today Hopefully people will read them who otherwise may never have come across them and use them to make this world a more loving compassionate world. We do need to remember when reading them that the teachings were given long ago to a different generation, one living in very different times and circumstances to those of today. When we try applying these teachings to our own circumstances we need to do so thoughtfully and with awareness that a teacher/prophet/guide speaking to people today would  tailor his message knowing he was addressing  a culture of vastly different experiences and social beliefs.

In the Editor’s Note at the beginning of the book the editor writes:-

“These teachings from Silver Birch- he insists that he is not the author, but the messenger through whom they are relayed from higher sources- are not put forward as the infallible utterances of a being possessed of all wisdom. It is not the object of spirit intercourse that we should denude ourselves of the critical faculty and accept blindly the words of another, whether in this world or the next. Nor is it the desire to create a new Orthodoxy, for revelation is progressive and is dependent on our capacity to receive it.

The appeal of Silver Birch is to Reason, and if anything he says is not acceptable to the reader’s reason then it should be rejected or at least left as an open question pending further evidence.”

You may now see why I was horrified to see the teachings reduced on one web site to a black and white set of rules to live by.

Silver Birch’s Own Story

Here, Silver Birch tells in his own words of the long struggle he had before he was able to transmit his message:

“When I was asked, many years ago, whether I would return to the world of matter and find on earth a band who would work with me to deliver the message of the spirit, I said I would, as did many others, and my task was given me.

I was told that I would have to search and find an instrument and so attach myself to this instrument that I would be able to express through him the message I was charged to deliver. So I searched our records and found my medium.

I watched from the time he was conceived, and from the moment that the spirit began to express itself- albeit as a little flicker- I brought my influence to bear and started there and then the association which has lasted all these years.

I helped to mould the spirit and the tiny little mind and throughout every phase of that life I watched his every experience, learned how to get a close association and I accustomed myself throughout the days of boyhood to all the mental processes, to all the physical habits. I studied my instrument from every aspect – mind, spirit and physical body.

And then I had to guide his footsteps towards an understanding of these spirit truths. First, I guided him to make a study of the many religions in your world of matter, until his mind revolted and he began to be what your world calls an Atheist. And when that had played its part in the mental unfoldment, (word in text) he was ready for me to begin my task of speaking through his lips.

I guided him to his first meeting. I helped to bring him to his first circle. And there, in the power provided, I made my first contact- so crude, so trivial, but from my point of view so important – and I uttered my first expression in the world of matter through another’s organism.

From that day I learned how to obtain better and better control, until now you see the result. We have achieved so much that I can register the totality of my ideas and eliminate for all purposes what is in the medium’s own personality.

Now I would like to tell you something about my mission. They said to me: “You will have to go into the world of matter and, when you have found your instrument, you will have to bring to him sympathetic souls who will aid you to deliver your message.” I searched and found you all and brought you together.

But the greatest difficulty I had to face was that I had to make a choice whether I would return to provide those proofs that your world must have to satisfy itself – material proofs, I mean, not spiritual ones, for your world does not understand those – or whether I would return as a teacher and teach and teach truth. I chose the harder.

I said that, after all those long years, with all the manifold experiences I had had in the realms of spirit, I would return and try to appeal with love to those whom I would strive to teach. I would appeal to reason. I would appeal to the judgment of mature, evolved and what you call educated minds. I would reveal the message of the spirit in all its simplicity.”

Hoping to write more soon.



Sometimes you have to think outside the square

Cows in Queensland floods

Photo from State Emergency Service Queensland’s Facebook page

No words are needed for this picture but it provokes so many thoughts that I find it’s impossible not to write about it. How did the cows get there? Swim?

Well… maybe some farmer who loved his cows rounded them up and used great ingenuity to get them up to this his only high dry and safe place.

Having said that a peek inside the house could also prove interesting!

Farmers have had it really tough of late not just with the floods but also with the fires. We so often forget the plight of all animals when disaster strikes. Reporting is all about people (naturally) and infrastructure but the animals are pretty much forgotten.

I still can’t get out of my mind the picture of a farmer who after the recent fires was on TV pleading with the insurance companies to let him put his burnt animals out of their suffering before the assessor came to view them. Anyone who has any experience with burns would have been cringing as he said “they are cooked meat walking”. If he put them down the insurance company wouldn’t pay him. It could be days before the assessor could get to see his animals. Yes, it is easy for us to say put them down anyway but he had lost fences, sheds, feed and who knows what equipment, not an old man he probably had family to support and how do you have any hope of starting again without the insurance money. My heart went out to him, he wasn’t like us miles away looking at a picture he was standing there, with the smell of burnt flesh and pitiful bleating, fighting back his tears

Farmers have done it more than tough and not just lately. Enquires into stand over tactics used by big supermarket chains are about to begin. Finally after years of suffering those who have been driven to the wall have started speaking out. Times are tough for many, although certainly not all, (there are some obvious exceptions) but for farmers, of all kinds, they have been the toughest of all and I for one won’t be bad mouthing them and blaming them for the price rises these disasters bring, in fact I will be shopping at the shops that aren’t spending mega bucks on advertising to brag to us that they are squeezing the last drops of blood out of farmers to keep prices “down, down and staying down!”

When Australia as a country can no longer feed her people, when the spirit of her farmers has been broken and the last of them has given up and gone we will miss them.

It has been said before it isn’t until the last tree is … trees, koalas, whales, farmers, clean water uncontaminated by mining all going, going soon maybe gone… I wonder if the last greedy human will be missed as much. I think not. For now it is heart warming to see this picture and reassuring to see that at least a few are strong and clever enough to survive the disasters rained upon them by both man and nature. The words of a song drift into my mind “Each day when I wake up, before I put on my make up, I say a little prayer for you…” The Buddhists have a wonderful prayer that says…

May all sentient beings have happiness and the cause of happiness.

May all sentient beings be free from suffering and the causes of suffering.

May all sentient beings not be separated from the bliss that is free of suffering.

May all sentient beings live in equanimity, free from attachment and hatred, towards those near and far.

(The Four Immeasurable Prayers.)

Trusting and Giving

Trusting and Giving

Lord, help me to be like the wildflowers,
Trusting You for everything,
Bringing warmth, colour and Your love to all in need,
Without expecting the praise.
A poem by Lyn Lockrey

Seeing this beautiful, tiny bird feeding quietly at our back door, I couldn’t help but wonder why I waste precious time in worrying about getting my needs met, instead of simply getting on with my life and doing the things that are more important. Birds don’t complain about the weather, they don’t worry about their next feed or what others are thinking, they just trust. I took this photo to remind me (how easy I forget) to trust and to stay in the moment. Then as so often happens I found this prayer by Lyn Lockrey in a book of poems on my bedside table. This picture came to mind as I contemplated Lyns’ words, reminding me once again to focus on sharing the joy of life. In sharing it is my hope that they will help you to enjoy the priceless, special little moments of your life and remember to share their warmth with those around you.