anyhows, gonna do a major re-design, join some Celtia groups, and further explore the Celtia hoods. I've got a request in for a district in Connacht for the Clan Morna. Not too easy to find anything historical on this clan. But, hopefully, we'll come up with something so I can build a side property there.

There is one being, the Universal Being. The existence of the finite is apparent or imaginary. You are infinite, You are everywhere. But you think you are the body and consider yourself limited. If you think you are the body, you do not know your true nature. If you would look within and experience your own self in its true nature, you would realize that you are infinite and beyond all creation.

Love becomes conscious infinite when the individual mind is transcended. Such love is rightly called Divine because it is characteristic of the God-state in which duality is overcome. Divine Love is unlimited in essence and expression because it is experienced by the soul through the soul itself. In the physical, subtle and mental spheres, the Lover is conscious of separation from the Beloved; but when these spheres are transcended, the Lover is conscious of unity with the Beloved. Divine Love is entirely free from the thralldom of desires and the limiting self. The lover has no being apart from the Beloved. He is the Beloved.

God as Infinite Love first delimits himself in the forms of creation and then recovers his infinity through the different stages of creation. All the stages of God’s experience as a Lover culminate in his experiencing himself as the sole Beloved. The sojourn of the soul is a divine romance in which the Lover, who in the beginning is conscious of emptiness, frustration, superficiality and the chains of bondage, attains an increasingly fuller expression of Love and finally merges into the unity of the Lover and the Beloved in the supreme and eternal Truth of God as Infinite Love.

when you are a partner upon a boat you learn its moves, its sounds, its smells...you become intimate with it...and you move as one upon the waves

and when you are one the magic begins...for you hold the ropes in your hands and feel the water...your legs adapt and move with each motion, your eyes rise to the horizon and you scan all around you ~~ wide, open, aware, free, never taking anything for granted, respecting the power below and above you. the wind whips your hair and lays kisses of salt upon your eyelashes, each pore open to what it gives and you absorb it in and then come home smelling of its essence. and take joy in such a seemingly simple aroma.

the boat makes noises...talking to you...and you listen...for out there you always listen to everything...and the vastness causes you to listen within....and then you hear so much more, more than you ever expected.

the water makes sounds....speaking with you...and you listen...because it soothes and teaches and opens you further to what you already are in your heart and soul...sometimes surprising in what it brings you...and you smile all the time there because you're helpless before what is so grand and terrible and your own heart staring back at you.

the wind sings to you...each movement a caress...and you lean into it like a lover...you crave its next movement...you desire its song...because it lifts you out of yourself and brings you to heights where you can finally See....

ahhh...upon the waters at night....if the water gifts you stillness, then the boat only moves slightly...and the noises become sighs....and the salt ever lingers upon the air...and you sleep the most peaceful sleep.

but the waters can be a stern taskmaster....whipping into frenzies of power we cannot ere overcome...and we can only come to do our best...working with the boat as closely as a lover, working with the movements of water and wind....for there, upon the water, is ever its ally and enemy, the wind. and you struggle and burn...and you do your best...and pray that water and wind will be your salvation not your destruction. and if not the water, the sun...ah...from another direction comes such testing, such brightness.

dawn comes...and the sun comes over the horizon and you wake, sleepy still...but still in tune with the water and the boat...and the salt still stings your eyes..and you think of coffee and a hearty breakfast to keep you strong through the day. you brush back your hair, and eye the horizon, as ever watchful you should be. clouds scudding overhead, fish dancing below, raising anchor and moving onwards to your next desire.

you kiss the beloved, and ensure all is well...and you praise the heavens and the waters and the winds for one more night of survival upon such a place...and you talk to the boat and tell her she's been a lovely lady and would she carry us onwards....and so you move with the currents...

and your joy is so intense you can only smile over and over....and the wind kisses you with salt and the waves carry your joy unto the universe and the heavens above....