This is Oran
Your brother and your kin.
Please know that life goes on ever so. We will transform we will become one with the elements. With the stars. Such earthly sadness for the souls so quickly lost in the tsunami in Japan. They have already been recaptured by star light. They are forming new planets and worlds.
Where does the spirit go? Does all matter decay upon this earth that herself is slowly dying and transforming? No not all. Some matter becomes gaseous and forms again elsewhere. Some matter heals Mother Earth. Other matter joins the heavens again it becomes the stars and planets you cannot see yet. We are sorted, spirit matter. We are all reclaimed.
Go now,
Oran
Welcome to Saint Oran Speaks
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- Saint Oran Speaks is a blog of messages channeled through M. E. Jones from Saint Oran, the Druid of the Hebrides. After a long rest on an ancient island, he has returned with messages from spirit. Thank you for bearing witness to the unfolding . . . NEW content on the way!
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Sunday, March 13, 2011
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Galactic Planetary Shifts (Message #25)
Dear Friends,
This is Oran, your brother and your kin.
Great changes are soon to arrive in your world. As you attempt to relive many of the trials and tribulations of your past choices that resulted in strife and war, the earth will respond in kind. As above, so below. You have seen this with the bleeding of blood in the form of oil from deep within your earth. There is much more.
Things. Items that have been buried for thousands of years will surface again. Tools of transformation.
Please beware. There is a galactic planetary shift approaching. October 3rd. The possibility of contact with other beings in this galaxy is great. You are truly not alone. Colors will change. Voices will be audible to those who hear. Time is folding upon itself, heating up, speeding up. You are already feeling this occurrence in your interactions, boundaries between people are contracting. A great oneness is possible. Or more battles and war. Choose your path and see the world you create from that view.
Your Brother,
Oran
Druid of the Hebrides
This is Oran, your brother and your kin.
Great changes are soon to arrive in your world. As you attempt to relive many of the trials and tribulations of your past choices that resulted in strife and war, the earth will respond in kind. As above, so below. You have seen this with the bleeding of blood in the form of oil from deep within your earth. There is much more.
Things. Items that have been buried for thousands of years will surface again. Tools of transformation.
Please beware. There is a galactic planetary shift approaching. October 3rd. The possibility of contact with other beings in this galaxy is great. You are truly not alone. Colors will change. Voices will be audible to those who hear. Time is folding upon itself, heating up, speeding up. You are already feeling this occurrence in your interactions, boundaries between people are contracting. A great oneness is possible. Or more battles and war. Choose your path and see the world you create from that view.
Your Brother,
Oran
Druid of the Hebrides
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
You Are Complete (Message #10)
This morning at 5:45 am I woke to the sound of someone knocking at the door. It was that "vaudeville," punch line knock. My only thought was, "Oh, isn't that funny. It's the crack of dawn, please leave me alone." But then, I heard the delicate ring of the bell that's tied to my front door. Hardly any sound at all, but I recognized that brassy ting.
Growing up, the daughter of a divorced mother with two children, we always had a bell hanging from our front door. A bell hanging from the door knob was like trip wire, a signal, a gentle sounding of the alarm. When I heard this sound this morning, I was sure that an intruder had cracked the cypher of the front door and was inside the chamber. I grabbed the heavy, palm-size rock under my pillow (yes, I sleep with a stone in my bed) and stormed through the living room, then into the kitchen. No one there but an old, headless dress form named Esmeralda. I took the false alarm as a message from beyond, put the pen to the moleskine and let the pen move. The message is below.
--The Gilded Butterfly
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(MESSAGE #10)
This is Oran, your brother and your kin.
You are whole. You are complete. You are one with all life. You are one w/ the Universe; and made of the same material. You are as close to God as you are to your own breath. You ARE God. Not A god. But part of the whole. The system. God. Part of the intricate pattern. We become separate. Disparate. We develop rituals and rules. But this is not God. Human inventions to prove that "I was here!" "This is my legacy, this language, this temple, this dance." Temples crumble. Language gets lost in a forgetful mouth. But, if you can remember to breathe, you remember your "place" in the great cosmic story. The story of oneness. It is told in one, calm breath.
Blessings, Your Brother,
Oran
Growing up, the daughter of a divorced mother with two children, we always had a bell hanging from our front door. A bell hanging from the door knob was like trip wire, a signal, a gentle sounding of the alarm. When I heard this sound this morning, I was sure that an intruder had cracked the cypher of the front door and was inside the chamber. I grabbed the heavy, palm-size rock under my pillow (yes, I sleep with a stone in my bed) and stormed through the living room, then into the kitchen. No one there but an old, headless dress form named Esmeralda. I took the false alarm as a message from beyond, put the pen to the moleskine and let the pen move. The message is below.
--The Gilded Butterfly
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(MESSAGE #10)
This is Oran, your brother and your kin.
You are whole. You are complete. You are one with all life. You are one w/ the Universe; and made of the same material. You are as close to God as you are to your own breath. You ARE God. Not A god. But part of the whole. The system. God. Part of the intricate pattern. We become separate. Disparate. We develop rituals and rules. But this is not God. Human inventions to prove that "I was here!" "This is my legacy, this language, this temple, this dance." Temples crumble. Language gets lost in a forgetful mouth. But, if you can remember to breathe, you remember your "place" in the great cosmic story. The story of oneness. It is told in one, calm breath.
Blessings, Your Brother,
Oran
Monday, February 11, 2008
In the Solitude (message #7)
Dear Friends,
This is Oran, your brother and your kin. There is life on your planet that will be revealed soon. “New” creatures/beings who have lived among you undetected for quite some time.
The time has come for revelation. Enlightenment for your world.
The Mayan Calendar as you know draws to a close-- or a new beginning. The end of very old patterns.
2012.
This is the time to begin your own transformation to a higher frequency and form. Not only new ways, technology, but the old ways-- musical sound patterns. Healing with the hands, sweat, the return to the land. Your are moving into a new phase of humankind, and communication the planes of existence are becoming more accessible to you. As more people explore the depths of who they “think” they are. You are changing. You are returning to a time where the immaterial is as important as the material. It may feel like you are being spilt in half. You are being “re-made.” It may seem that you are losing your mind-- but you are discovering the One Mind. You may seek shelter in solitude. Take it if it can be had. For there you can sense the living God in you. There you can feel the power of your own divinity.
Alone on my island I lived many years. Or, existed in another plane. I watch(ed?) the burial of many kings. I watched my own chapel melt into the ground. Centuries. But to be alone is not alone. To live with one’s solitude is to know God. Feel God. Feel peace. A moment of contemplation. Choose. Choose to feel the electricity coursing through you as you connect with God. And know in the solitude there is a multitude of beings also there. It seems like a contradiction perhaps. Alone but never alone. You but not you. It is joy my soul feels in communicating with you.
Blessings my friends.
Oran
(he draws the a-frame building)
This is Oran, your brother and your kin. There is life on your planet that will be revealed soon. “New” creatures/beings who have lived among you undetected for quite some time.
The time has come for revelation. Enlightenment for your world.
The Mayan Calendar as you know draws to a close-- or a new beginning. The end of very old patterns.
2012.
This is the time to begin your own transformation to a higher frequency and form. Not only new ways, technology, but the old ways-- musical sound patterns. Healing with the hands, sweat, the return to the land. Your are moving into a new phase of humankind, and communication the planes of existence are becoming more accessible to you. As more people explore the depths of who they “think” they are. You are changing. You are returning to a time where the immaterial is as important as the material. It may feel like you are being spilt in half. You are being “re-made.” It may seem that you are losing your mind-- but you are discovering the One Mind. You may seek shelter in solitude. Take it if it can be had. For there you can sense the living God in you. There you can feel the power of your own divinity.
Alone on my island I lived many years. Or, existed in another plane. I watch(ed?) the burial of many kings. I watched my own chapel melt into the ground. Centuries. But to be alone is not alone. To live with one’s solitude is to know God. Feel God. Feel peace. A moment of contemplation. Choose. Choose to feel the electricity coursing through you as you connect with God. And know in the solitude there is a multitude of beings also there. It seems like a contradiction perhaps. Alone but never alone. You but not you. It is joy my soul feels in communicating with you.
Blessings my friends.
Oran
(he draws the a-frame building)
Friday, February 8, 2008
The Saint and the Sewing Machine (message #6)
February 8, 2008
Dear Friends,
This is Oran. Your brother and your kin. Please see the good in all. Know that however dark the shadows become there is always always light. Be not lost in the illusion of this world.
It [this world] is a real as a chalkboard slate-- you may erase and rewrite your choices and alter the direction of your life as soon as you think of a thought. Sooner! Instantly.
Yes. I am real. A real human man living on the Isle of Iona. The guardian of this mystery, allowing me to write-- to communicate is the medium. For her assistance I am grateful. But, these are my words. You, Gilded Butterfly guide the pen, like fabric through a sewing machine. I electrify the stitches and create the design. This is information for those who are now asking, “how does this work?” Quite simply.
And now that you realize I can communicate with your through thought you may ask your question.
. . .
(There is a pause in the writing. . .)
Yes, there is life where I am. There is a version of my life, happening as memory around me. I choose to remain connected to many human ideas associated with my life on earth. No. Not a haunting. I live without illusion. Hauntings occur when there is no realization that the body is no longer in service. Cornwall. There is a King of Cornwall who is not aware that his body is “gone” and he haunts the battle site where he fell ions ago (I think he means eons, but in the quantum sense, ions may be exactly what he means). It is just like a human being remembering some form of wound. An emotional event over and over. That is a haunting, too.
How do you break this? You must realize that you are dreaming, and wake. Wake thyself. It is simple to do so. Let go of the wound. Let the skin close around it and heal. This is something to be learned.
Go now, my kin.
Blessings from Home.
Oran
(he draws the a-frame house)
Dear Friends,
This is Oran. Your brother and your kin. Please see the good in all. Know that however dark the shadows become there is always always light. Be not lost in the illusion of this world.
It [this world] is a real as a chalkboard slate-- you may erase and rewrite your choices and alter the direction of your life as soon as you think of a thought. Sooner! Instantly.
Yes. I am real. A real human man living on the Isle of Iona. The guardian of this mystery, allowing me to write-- to communicate is the medium. For her assistance I am grateful. But, these are my words. You, Gilded Butterfly guide the pen, like fabric through a sewing machine. I electrify the stitches and create the design. This is information for those who are now asking, “how does this work?” Quite simply.
And now that you realize I can communicate with your through thought you may ask your question.
. . .
(There is a pause in the writing. . .)
Yes, there is life where I am. There is a version of my life, happening as memory around me. I choose to remain connected to many human ideas associated with my life on earth. No. Not a haunting. I live without illusion. Hauntings occur when there is no realization that the body is no longer in service. Cornwall. There is a King of Cornwall who is not aware that his body is “gone” and he haunts the battle site where he fell ions ago (I think he means eons, but in the quantum sense, ions may be exactly what he means). It is just like a human being remembering some form of wound. An emotional event over and over. That is a haunting, too.
How do you break this? You must realize that you are dreaming, and wake. Wake thyself. It is simple to do so. Let go of the wound. Let the skin close around it and heal. This is something to be learned.
Go now, my kin.
Blessings from Home.
Oran
(he draws the a-frame house)
Monday, January 21, 2008
The encryption (message #2)
january 21, 2008
(please read message #1, first-- just scroll down)
Hello Dear Friends,
This is Oran-- your brother the Druid Monk, I lived on the island in Hebrides where the Irish Kings were buried. Scottish Kings as well. . .
We all come to Earth with an encryption-- a message inside us. We all must work diligently, to solve the mystery of ourselves. The answer is found in silence. The voice of God is heard in the quiet. There is great peace and power inside you. Waiting to guide you. A life of rare beauty, found only in the silence.
We have work, children and many distractions of modern life. Look for the moments where reflection can be found, and sit in it. You may only have 5 minutes yet, there is no time.
There are no clocks outside your small world. The time that your spend here on your Earth is infinite everywhere else. Our space of peace in a short span of measured "time." You are ageless, timeless. And the Beings of old hold you in high esteem. Be about your own healing. Make your way forward.
Oran
(please read message #1, first-- just scroll down)
Hello Dear Friends,
This is Oran-- your brother the Druid Monk, I lived on the island in Hebrides where the Irish Kings were buried. Scottish Kings as well. . .
We all come to Earth with an encryption-- a message inside us. We all must work diligently, to solve the mystery of ourselves. The answer is found in silence. The voice of God is heard in the quiet. There is great peace and power inside you. Waiting to guide you. A life of rare beauty, found only in the silence.
We have work, children and many distractions of modern life. Look for the moments where reflection can be found, and sit in it. You may only have 5 minutes yet, there is no time.
There are no clocks outside your small world. The time that your spend here on your Earth is infinite everywhere else. Our space of peace in a short span of measured "time." You are ageless, timeless. And the Beings of old hold you in high esteem. Be about your own healing. Make your way forward.
Oran
The Store House of Spirit (message #1)
january 10, 2008
Enate. . .
Pluribis Unum. . .
You who are reading this, I welcome you. I am Oran. You and I are one. We are of one
family. . .
Now is the time to release any past patterns of self-abuse. Now is the time to forgive. It is no secret. The Earth and its magnetic forces are tightening. . . quickening. . . Everything is speeding up. The platform on which you rest your dreams and your fears is producing your requests in equal measure and instantly. As soon as you rest the thought on this plasma, porous, angelic platform, your "order" is being filled from the great store house of events. Therefore you must, and diligently, put to rest on this platform only what you wish to see manifest in your life and your world.
This is a world of your own making. You are here to create the world of material using an inexhaustible resource-- the platform of spirit.
Why am I writing to you? I am here to say that death is not what you think. There is truly only life. Life and transformation. When you leave this Earth, the atoms return to the forests and rivers. To the stars and the angelic levels of divine existence. Back to base metal and air.
And all of the thoughts, words, tonality, return to the great store house of spirit.
When you hear the voice of a loved one, return to your hearing-- to voice inside your head, it comes to you, amplified from this collection of sound and life. The store house of spirit. The angelic realms. Yes. All of them. There are many levels, as Brother William Blake and Brother Dante have explained to us. We are the elements. You are everything. Now go. Rest. And absorb the message.
Oran
Enate. . .
Pluribis Unum. . .
You who are reading this, I welcome you. I am Oran. You and I are one. We are of one
family. . .
Now is the time to release any past patterns of self-abuse. Now is the time to forgive. It is no secret. The Earth and its magnetic forces are tightening. . . quickening. . . Everything is speeding up. The platform on which you rest your dreams and your fears is producing your requests in equal measure and instantly. As soon as you rest the thought on this plasma, porous, angelic platform, your "order" is being filled from the great store house of events. Therefore you must, and diligently, put to rest on this platform only what you wish to see manifest in your life and your world.
This is a world of your own making. You are here to create the world of material using an inexhaustible resource-- the platform of spirit.
Why am I writing to you? I am here to say that death is not what you think. There is truly only life. Life and transformation. When you leave this Earth, the atoms return to the forests and rivers. To the stars and the angelic levels of divine existence. Back to base metal and air.
And all of the thoughts, words, tonality, return to the great store house of spirit.
When you hear the voice of a loved one, return to your hearing-- to voice inside your head, it comes to you, amplified from this collection of sound and life. The store house of spirit. The angelic realms. Yes. All of them. There are many levels, as Brother William Blake and Brother Dante have explained to us. We are the elements. You are everything. Now go. Rest. And absorb the message.
Oran
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