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
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Spiritual Gardening
It's been a while since the last post.
Spring brings changes, including upheaval. My sleep patterns have
been upset by a variety of environmental causes, so I have decided to write when the air(and the noise from the neighbor upstairs) clears. I've been using the energy to work in garden, getting a jump on spring planting.
Ideally, mediums can control the sounds around them, I guess. But in
modern life, this isn't always possible. Makes me wonder how people deal with the outer world when they must use their "ethereal" skills rain or shine.
While Oran's messages are on hold, through me, I've been doing a bit of research-- I wonder how many people have used automatic writing from divination. I knew about William Butler Yeats, and his experiments, but I did not know about Victor Hugo. The French writer was exiled from all of France in 1851 for his political adventures and his views of French ruler, Louis Bonaparte.While in exile on the Isle of Jersey, Hugo began the practice of automatic writing.
In VictorHugo's Conversations with the Spirit World, by John Chambers, you can read a collection of Hugo's automatic writing sessions with an amazing variety of entities, from Shakespeare to the actual planets of Mercury and Jupiter.
I would be remiss if I did not express the tickle of the skeptic that lives in me, even as I channel the material-- this tickle, this internal question is not much larger than a grain of sand-- but it's there. Not all of the time but when I see the list of Hugo's automatic writing visitors, I am floored:
I sometimes think "Is this real? Is this really happening?" I think scientific investigation of the paranormal is critical to getting to the bottom of consciousness and connectivity. I do believe. I guess the need for "proof" is inherent in the modern, human experience which places greater importance of the material world. I trust that the messages will return, if I do the same things I'm doing in the garden outside: clear the brush, turn the soil, acknowledge the shoots pushing through the soil, reaching for the sun.
Spring brings changes, including upheaval. My sleep patterns have
been upset by a variety of environmental causes, so I have decided to write when the air(and the noise from the neighbor upstairs) clears. I've been using the energy to work in garden, getting a jump on spring planting.
Ideally, mediums can control the sounds around them, I guess. But in
modern life, this isn't always possible. Makes me wonder how people deal with the outer world when they must use their "ethereal" skills rain or shine.
While Oran's messages are on hold, through me, I've been doing a bit of research-- I wonder how many people have used automatic writing from divination. I knew about William Butler Yeats, and his experiments, but I did not know about Victor Hugo. The French writer was exiled from all of France in 1851 for his political adventures and his views of French ruler, Louis Bonaparte.While in exile on the Isle of Jersey, Hugo began the practice of automatic writing.
In VictorHugo's Conversations with the Spirit World, by John Chambers, you can read a collection of Hugo's automatic writing sessions with an amazing variety of entities, from Shakespeare to the actual planets of Mercury and Jupiter.
I would be remiss if I did not express the tickle of the skeptic that lives in me, even as I channel the material-- this tickle, this internal question is not much larger than a grain of sand-- but it's there. Not all of the time but when I see the list of Hugo's automatic writing visitors, I am floored:
I sometimes think "Is this real? Is this really happening?" I think scientific investigation of the paranormal is critical to getting to the bottom of consciousness and connectivity. I do believe. I guess the need for "proof" is inherent in the modern, human experience which places greater importance of the material world. I trust that the messages will return, if I do the same things I'm doing in the garden outside: clear the brush, turn the soil, acknowledge the shoots pushing through the soil, reaching for the sun.
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. . .
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. . .
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
A Shift in Consciousness (message #4)
Channeled on January 25, 2008
Dear Friends,
This is Oran, your brother and your kin.
There are many many things I wish to share with you. There is a great change coming to your lands. Your world. There is a shift in consciousness that is inevitable and your will have the option to wake up and live, or remain in the veiled world. Or, what I mean to say is that you may continue living as you do now, or living with more access to other planes of existence. You are already accustomed to these worlds, in dreams-- with the great shift that is coming, you amy choose to live more in one world than another. This may make little sense to you now-- because you have learned to live with absolutes. There are no absolutes. I am saying that where you go in dreams, and the possibility therein, may also be yours in waking life. You already do this in the virtual worlds you have created. Simply remember that every thought has a substance in form. Every thought becomes a reality somewhere. Perhaps you understand me, now.
Your Brother, Oran
(he also draws an a-frame house with an arched doorway)
Dear Friends,
This is Oran, your brother and your kin.
There are many many things I wish to share with you. There is a great change coming to your lands. Your world. There is a shift in consciousness that is inevitable and your will have the option to wake up and live, or remain in the veiled world. Or, what I mean to say is that you may continue living as you do now, or living with more access to other planes of existence. You are already accustomed to these worlds, in dreams-- with the great shift that is coming, you amy choose to live more in one world than another. This may make little sense to you now-- because you have learned to live with absolutes. There are no absolutes. I am saying that where you go in dreams, and the possibility therein, may also be yours in waking life. You already do this in the virtual worlds you have created. Simply remember that every thought has a substance in form. Every thought becomes a reality somewhere. Perhaps you understand me, now.
Your Brother, Oran
(he also draws an a-frame house with an arched doorway)
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
The Oran connection: a brief history
Hello everyone,
(I realized that I wanted to give a little introduction to this blog. The first two transmissions from Oran are posted below, also out of order. Ahh, the fantastic world of order and blogging!)
Thanks for taking a look at this new blog, St. Oran Speaks. I have been communicating with Spirit via automatic writing, off and on, for about ten years. Until recently, automatic writing was my personal parlor trick-- I felt that the information was coming from somewhere, but I had a very difficult time trusting the energies, but my thoughts have since shifted. You too, might have a hard time believing that automatic writing is “real,” as this form of mediumship has a checkered past.
What's up with automatic writing?
Early 19th Century theologians, a few of the Dadaists, and William Butler Yeats, etc., lots of people have experimented with this technique for exploring the unconscious. I believe that automatic writing is a psychic ability that can be learned. When used properly, I believe the information to be accurate (though I rarely use the technique for predictions-- I generally choose to listen and receive the message that comes, instead).
How does it feel?
Most recently, I saw a contestant on the reality magic show, Phenomenon use automatic writing as his “act” sweating and writhing-- struggling with his spirit. I don’t doubt the technique, but I can honestly say I have never felt the mortal struggle that particular contestant was expressing. For me, automatic writing feels very natural-- I am aware of feeling the pen being guided across the page, and I feel a clear sensation in my writing hand, but pain? I don’t feel pain. I don’t feel possessed. I feel engaged. I don’t “disappear” I remain aware of the world around me, I know that I must support the pen, at the same time allowing the writing to come forth.
Meeting Oran.
I first “met” Oran through a dream in the fall of 2001. I was in Eastern Europe, when I dreamt of a house-- a tiny cottage, shaped like the ones your used to draw when you were a child-- a triangle stacked on top of a square. Simple. Years later, I felt the urge to use my automatic writing talents. In private, I said my usual prayer of protection, held the pen in my left hand, and waited for some sign of connection. (I am right-handed and though I am somewhat ambidextrous, but I wouldn’t say that writing with my left hand is easy for me. I can hardly hold a pen to paper with my left hand, unless I’m being guided, working in partnership).
I waited for the pen to move. . . And then, Oran appeared. He passed my test (I always do a spiritual test, to be sure that I am communicating with high-level energies (there’s a lot A LOT of “stuff” out there- I never make a connection without protecting myself). Now I speak with Oran quite often, among other guides-- but at this time, my specific instruction is to share with you what I am experiencing through Oran only. Something I have learned about communicating with spirit realms-- energy remains the same, personality is unchanged, and there is a WILL you are dealing with that is as individual and opinionated as you are. Respect is essential on both sides of the table.
Why Oran?
I don’t know, and I don’t know why he came to me. I am not Irish, or Scottish, I am unaware of any human ties to his lands of origin. There's more to say about this, but later, in future posts.
Who is this Oran?
When he lived, Oran (or Odhran) was a Druid Monk, living on the Isle of Iona. There are several versions of the legend, but essentially, Saint Columba attempted to build a chapel on the island, but the structure was repeatedly ripped down. A voice came to Columba, instructing him to bury a living man under the wall or the building would never be completed. In comes Oran, (in some stories, Columba’s son, in others, a monk living on the island) who either volunteered to placed in the wall of the small chapel or was directed to do so, by his father. One day, Columba got the urge to see Oran’s face again, and had him slightly unearthed. Oran was not dead-- he offered “reports” about the worlds. Due to his babbling, Oran was re-entombed, and later moved and buried in consecrated ground. Nothing survives of the original chapel, yet the symbol of the little chapel endures, and later version stands on the island today.
If you'd like to read a little more about St. Oran and see another pic of the chapel, visit:seakayakphoto.blogspot.com
Again, a kind, word of caution:
If you are experimenting with automatic writing, or any form of spiritual connecting, for that matter, you MUST protect yourself, otherwise you may be connecting with something or someone beyond your earthly abilities. In short. . . know your entity.
Thanks for your readership-- I look forward to the journey.
:)
The Gilded Butterfly
(I realized that I wanted to give a little introduction to this blog. The first two transmissions from Oran are posted below, also out of order. Ahh, the fantastic world of order and blogging!)
Thanks for taking a look at this new blog, St. Oran Speaks. I have been communicating with Spirit via automatic writing, off and on, for about ten years. Until recently, automatic writing was my personal parlor trick-- I felt that the information was coming from somewhere, but I had a very difficult time trusting the energies, but my thoughts have since shifted. You too, might have a hard time believing that automatic writing is “real,” as this form of mediumship has a checkered past.
What's up with automatic writing?
Early 19th Century theologians, a few of the Dadaists, and William Butler Yeats, etc., lots of people have experimented with this technique for exploring the unconscious. I believe that automatic writing is a psychic ability that can be learned. When used properly, I believe the information to be accurate (though I rarely use the technique for predictions-- I generally choose to listen and receive the message that comes, instead).
How does it feel?
Most recently, I saw a contestant on the reality magic show, Phenomenon use automatic writing as his “act” sweating and writhing-- struggling with his spirit. I don’t doubt the technique, but I can honestly say I have never felt the mortal struggle that particular contestant was expressing. For me, automatic writing feels very natural-- I am aware of feeling the pen being guided across the page, and I feel a clear sensation in my writing hand, but pain? I don’t feel pain. I don’t feel possessed. I feel engaged. I don’t “disappear” I remain aware of the world around me, I know that I must support the pen, at the same time allowing the writing to come forth.
Meeting Oran.
I first “met” Oran through a dream in the fall of 2001. I was in Eastern Europe, when I dreamt of a house-- a tiny cottage, shaped like the ones your used to draw when you were a child-- a triangle stacked on top of a square. Simple. Years later, I felt the urge to use my automatic writing talents. In private, I said my usual prayer of protection, held the pen in my left hand, and waited for some sign of connection. (I am right-handed and though I am somewhat ambidextrous, but I wouldn’t say that writing with my left hand is easy for me. I can hardly hold a pen to paper with my left hand, unless I’m being guided, working in partnership).
I waited for the pen to move. . . And then, Oran appeared. He passed my test (I always do a spiritual test, to be sure that I am communicating with high-level energies (there’s a lot A LOT of “stuff” out there- I never make a connection without protecting myself). Now I speak with Oran quite often, among other guides-- but at this time, my specific instruction is to share with you what I am experiencing through Oran only. Something I have learned about communicating with spirit realms-- energy remains the same, personality is unchanged, and there is a WILL you are dealing with that is as individual and opinionated as you are. Respect is essential on both sides of the table.
Why Oran?
I don’t know, and I don’t know why he came to me. I am not Irish, or Scottish, I am unaware of any human ties to his lands of origin. There's more to say about this, but later, in future posts.
Who is this Oran?
When he lived, Oran (or Odhran) was a Druid Monk, living on the Isle of Iona. There are several versions of the legend, but essentially, Saint Columba attempted to build a chapel on the island, but the structure was repeatedly ripped down. A voice came to Columba, instructing him to bury a living man under the wall or the building would never be completed. In comes Oran, (in some stories, Columba’s son, in others, a monk living on the island) who either volunteered to placed in the wall of the small chapel or was directed to do so, by his father. One day, Columba got the urge to see Oran’s face again, and had him slightly unearthed. Oran was not dead-- he offered “reports” about the worlds. Due to his babbling, Oran was re-entombed, and later moved and buried in consecrated ground. Nothing survives of the original chapel, yet the symbol of the little chapel endures, and later version stands on the island today.
If you'd like to read a little more about St. Oran and see another pic of the chapel, visit:seakayakphoto.blogspot.com
Again, a kind, word of caution:
If you are experimenting with automatic writing, or any form of spiritual connecting, for that matter, you MUST protect yourself, otherwise you may be connecting with something or someone beyond your earthly abilities. In short. . . know your entity.
Thanks for your readership-- I look forward to the journey.
:)
The Gilded Butterfly
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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