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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!
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

The Journey Continues (Message #14)

Brothers and Sisters this is Oran, your family, your kin.

When more than 22,000 souls (the toll is even higher now) leave earth together, in one place, we must consider that an event. Not just a catastrophe. But an agreement. This idea, on the human level is very very difficult to accept. This idea may inspire anger.

Yet, how could a mass exodus be seen as anything less than souls agreeing to leave, together? This does not lessen the human heartache, the loss of life. One must remember that life is not lost-- but continues. The lives of the men and women and children of Myanmar continue, in a different form. As do the lives of the beautiful souls lost (transformed) in the Louisiana waters. The contract was written before arrival. But the plan was unknown. The how and the when were the variables.

Think me not cruel-- I believe this to be true in times of war also. I have witnessed the destruction of so many human lives, in ancient wars, large groups of souls, traveling together.

On this side of life-- in this immaterial version of life, there is a blessing to be seen. A release of human bondage that frees the soul to express its light or decide to return again, in human form.

Please consider this idea. The journey continues.

Go now.
Your Brother.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

9th Century Boys

Everything's connected. Lives intersect. The past is present, and you can see the past as it is happening right now, because all is NOW. . .



Last year, for Christmas, I gave my friend Mat a picture I’d kept in my collection of found images for about ten years. The picture: a castle somewhere in Portugal, clinging to a rocky and unforgiving coast. I loved the mysterious picture, taken some time, much much earlier in the last century. Found it crammed in a drawer with hundreds of other pictures in an antique shop in Oregon, somewhere. Years later I met Mat-- his ancestors hail from Portugal, and I thought it fitting for him to have the photo. Not that it was easy to part with the picture-- but you know, nothing is really yours, is it? I’m so glad I let the image go. I got the most amazing blessing from Mat in return-- and it was an unexpected present, waiting in my in box-- just in time for my birthday. I got this:




Yes, that's Mat, holding the picture I gave him, in front of the actual castle. Mat wrote this:



You were in my thoughts when I visited the Castelo dos Mouros (Moorish Castle) in the town of Sintra in Portugal.  It was a 9th century castle built by the Moors then taken over by everyone else basically. The view was breathtaking and amazingly inspiring.  You were in my thoughts while I was there.

I hope you're well.

Love,
Mat




Thank you, Mat. This means A LOT.
Love right back.


PS-- El Castelo dos Mouros was built a century after St. Oran was thought to have lived. . .