The supermoon overlooked us this week. The ants looked up and were dwarfed by a mighty ball of light. We became so tiny beside it that you could only look on and marvel.
Ever thought that we are not as great as we think we are? The power is us but is also everything. We are the speck but reaching for the stars.

Standing overlooking battlegrounds always makes people somber and reflective. So many souls died here. But the war graves are kept so beautifully and the souls are always remembered and revered. Being placed in positions where bravery is required in life lifts a person to new heights. You question your life and usually start to pray often for the first time. You can feel a power charge soar through you. You are suddenly no longer alone. Fear of death can be faced together and often overcome.
That's you a new person. You've faced your greatest fear and overcome it.

It's very interesting to question all our fundamental beliefs sometimes. Who in fact is the happiest in this life?
The native in his grass skirt living without electricity and facebook but with a huge smile perpetually on his face. Or us trying to cross a busy road or squashed onto transport trying to always meet a life of deadlines.
We'd always thinks how lucky we are with many comforts - modern houses, water on tap, controlled climates, constant amusement.
Of course it's us. Isn't it?

I'm now at the scene of the Battle of the Coral Sea which is Guadacanal. All those bombs, boats and battles. That is the true definition of living in the now when if you're not fully aware and here your head geta blown off. There's no room and time to spend your day glued to the phone in case you get a call. It's live every second or you're dead.
No time to spend your life walking around in endless circles which most of us do. Life is urgent. It's short and you have much to learn. Go forth and live the experience. You're not here to be totally secure.  Live.

This week was the anniversary of our neighbor's death. She was a circus woman all her life doing contortion and trapeze acts, they even kept monkeys at home for many years. I often have felt her presence and know she is around me. This week it was very strong and she gave me a sign.
An older man was standing next to me in a large crowd. We started talking and it turned out he had lived his early life very close to Em. She always had talked about a man called Graeme who she knew well. Of course this turned out to be Graeme.
He was telling me his life story and I said, "Your name isn't Graeme is it?"
A coincidence or do these ever exist?

My new book Peace needs reviews. A colleague from work started a story which turned into an account of life beyond death. Of course I finished it. If you feel you can help leave a message and I will send you the book.

Thanks for reading. 

Elizabeth

Loved hearing this week about Icelandic elves. They have always been in their folklore but are not little people as we think of them
They look like us and walk among us. They are our guardians and protectors of the natural world.
Look around you. The man you see opposite you on the train and the regal looking woman walking home. Any of them might be your special angel,
Open your eyes to this life's endless possibilities.