Monday, 12 December 2011

Walk quietly but carry a big stick


Good day. Here are a few of my more natural looking walking sticks. When I was a child, I was told about a crooked man who lived in a crooked house and this gave me the idea to get a couple of crooked walking sticks.
Talking about crooked things, my bank card was stolen yesterday. I went to the bank today and cancelled it. I am well overdrawn and so am glad I realized it was missing. The bank said the last two times it was used was somewhere I would not have used it and the wrong pin was entered. As I said to my son. Bank cards and phones and other stuff can either be replaced or gone without out. Its important to not let the few bad apples stop us liking the fruit!

Buster my dog is going to have to be more my rock when I am feeling lonely. Here are some quotes about dogs I would like to share with you.


A test of conscience

If a dog will not come to you
after he has looked you in the Longevity is not all
face, you ought to go home and I have sometimes thought of the
examine you conscience. final cause of dogs having such
Woodrow Wilson short lives and I am quite
satisfied it is in compassion to
the human race: for if we suffer
so much in losing a dog after an
A prayer
acquaintance of ten or twelve
`God give to me by your grace years, what would it be if they
what you give to dogs by were to live double that time?
nature.`
Mechtilda of Magdeberg, Sir Walter Scott (1771 - 1832)
a thirteenth - century hermitess

Its good how writing today's blog has been cathartic

Wishing you all well including those who are unlikely to read this blog but have taken from me, that which I could have been more entitled to, but as all really belongs to God enough said. Atleast Buster has plenty of food! Fair well my brothers and sisters. Your brother Peter



Mondays Post

Good day folks. Having spent six years living in the Philippines, I am impressed with their penal
system. Which in many ways is more forward looking than ours. Heres a nice link to a peice of performance art. http://youtu.be/9OawiTae0bA
Have a good day. Be safe. Be happy and pass it on. Your Bro Peter

Sunday, 11 December 2011

Buster my dog. Family guy my sons cartoon and Love, my artwork.

To the rightis my latesr artwork. Red Love stamped on pick board.
Underneath is stewie from Family Guy, which my youngest son wanted to watch for one hour and more with me.
Underneath here of course is the
Buster. I may not have a lady in
my life just now, but Buster consoles me!

Good day folks. Its been a busy weekend. Had one of my sons sleep over Friday night until yesterday afternoon and then had the other one from yesterday afternoon until half an hour or so ago. So I have done a lot more cycling than them over this weekend. Also they have been on my computer a lot more than me. Thats what dads are for though.
Its sunday and I am calling you my brothers and sisters to Jesus.
I call you to Jesus, because He can make you a saint, and the world needs saints. It has plenty of politicians whose decisions have cost the lives of untold millions in foolish world wars and revolutions. It has had plenty of men of science, who provided the rulers of nations with accoutrements of war and now with ultimate weapons. It has had a multitude of missionaries of many religions, which have created the religeous confusion reigning in the world. It does not have saints enough. One more is needed.
You should be this one. "Come to Jesus. "
Take Lord, unto Thyself
My sense of self and lit it vanish utterly.
Take lord, my life,
Live Thou Thy life through me.
I live no longer Lord,
But in me now
Thou livest.
Aye, between Thee and me my God.
There is no longer room for "I" and "mine".
Hinduism: Tukaram.
St Teresa of Avila
Let nothing trouble you,
let no thing make you afraid.
All things pass away.
God never changes.
Patience obtains everything.
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God alone is enough
It is love alone that gives worth to all things.
This is Peter, hoping you enjoy this blog and wishing you a great week.

Saturday, 10 December 2011

Saturday; Photo of Buster over the park, this morn and my art.

Good morning folks, or other time, depending on when you are reading this. I took the photo below, about 30 minutes ago whilst exercising the Buster over the park.
The picture above was taken Thursday at my art therapy session.
The lives of mystics suggest that one cannot exist permantly in a stage of bliss until all karma and personality issues have been released, or true liberation occurs.
Unconditional love is not a familier ixperience for most of us, and loving without a particular object is difficult to maintaink so projections are engaged. The personality just naturally wants someone special to give it to.
Learning to love God as expressed in every aspect of the univirse is one of the highest intentions of the spiritual practice, and one of the most difficult to attain.
I shall keep plugging on at it.
You all have a good weekend. This is the Buster and me saying goodbye for now, my brothers and sisters. Your bro Peter.
Boy have I still got a way to go, but am going to keep going.

Friday, 9 December 2011

Friday late post. Art `n` stuff.

Okay world, I believe in myself as a good father and a good outsider artist and accept I am pretty crap at presenting myself well on this particular blog (if this wasnt the case, then above picture would be the right way up!) . Maybe though there is an individual or agency that could do a good job at presenting me Peter G Kimble (outsider artist) and my work in such a way as to bring in a few shillings and keep the wolves from the door.


If anyone seeing this blog wants to have a go, then contact me by email
Or snail mail;
P.G.Kimble
6 Clive court
Havelock Rise
Luton LU2 7YD
Bedfordshire
United Kingdom
What a great opportunity for someone.
Nothing to lose, much to gain!
I have enough art in my online galleries for you to promote and have exclusive rights to sign me up and sell prints and original artworks.
Peter G Kimble

Fish on friday: A peace of art by me and my sister and an unkown lumber jack.


Good day folks. On the way to my art therapy session my sister and I came across a felled tree and rearanged it a bit and then I took this picture.
The tree was probably growing way before I was born. God only knows for sure, but I am thinking that although it is no longer growing, some of its lumber may be around long after I have moved on from this place.
Yet just as it has proberbly seeded other trees and it came from endless generations before it, so have I. The tree without knowing it would have been shelter for people from the rain. Obviously although I have planted the odd tree, I was liking myself as having ancestors and progeny.
Now though as the time is moving into the midafternoon, I am going to spend some time clearing my mind from the clutter of thoughts to do with the past and future. Okay, so in two or three hours one of my sons ought to be coming by to spend the evening and night. For now though and maybe a good hour, I am going to just focus on a line from the Good Book. `Be still and know that I am God.
Peace and love to you and all beings. Brother Peter

Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Morning post. All Saints Lady chapel


Good day my brothers and sisters.
On the left is a photo I took of our Lady chapel at All Saints church Luton. We are raising money to have it partitioned off from the rest of the church with glass panels. This will mean our heating bills will be reduced, by concentrating the heating on this small chapel. The stain glass panel on the left portrays St Francis, who happens to be one of my favourite saints. My favourite lady saint, after St Mary, is St Teresa of Avila. The following is from a book about her called, `Entering The Castle`, by Caroline Myss.
THE SIXTH MANSION
I was twenty four years old when I first saw a holy man from India and heard him lecture. Not yet having attended graduate school in theology, I had not truly opened up to the messages of spiritual teachers from all world traditions. The holy man was dressed all in white and had a long beard. I still recall his radiant smile. Everyone in the room was awestruck by him, bowing to him, which at the time made me so uncomfortable that I left the room and listened to the lecture from the hall. Distracted, I heard only bits and pieces until almost the end, when I stepped just inside the doorway and heard someone ask, "What is the greatest gift we can give the world?" The holy an smiled and giggled, and replied, "A fully healthy you."
I thought, What a ridiculous answer.
Of course, today I would think, What a wise, wise response. If we could each be fully healthy. what a world this would be. this illuminated soul passed on to me a true gift of wisdom that has guided me ever since to try to help others find their real power.
The Sixth Mansion is a masterpiece of mystical literature, an archive of instruction and wisdom. "If one is not oneself a sage or a saint, " Aldous Huxley wrote, "the best thing one can do is to study the works of those who were, and who, because they had modified their merely human mode of being, were capable of a more than merely human kind and amount of knowledge."
Teresa ascends fully into her role as an illuminated mystic, writing extensively about the signatures of mystical experiences. In this mansion, which could stand on its own as treatise of the soul`s experiences with God, Teresa is authoritative. In the lower mansions, she often asked, "but what do I know?"Here, she discerns authentic from inauthentic mystical experiences with details that would have been unappreciated in an earlier mansion. Every line of instruction in the Sixth Mansion is as applicable to us today as it was to the nuns she four hundred year ago. It is apparent that she intended this to be a no-nonsense instructional classroom for those students who managed to make it this far in their inner pilgrimage. Instructions end at the Sixth Mansion. The seventh Mansion is the experience of being "consumed" by God, taken into Divine consciousness.
As with much of Teresa`s writings, woven in among her profound mystical instructions are praises and prayers written to the divine as her beloved Jesus. This imagery of a passionate relationship to Jesus as a partner in a mystical union can be difficult to comprehend until you consider that Jesus is the equivalent of the Buddha, Krishna, the Great Spirit, the Goddess, or the Beloved in Rumi`s poetry. Teresa is describing a transcendence of the physical, five-sensory world and all its illusions. She reached enlightenment, nirvana. She was released from the wheel of somsara, or however one wishes to frame the cosmic pilgrimage of this great soul who, in the sixteenth century incarnated as St Teresa of Avila.
Teresa understood the pain of betrayal, having been the subject of her fellow nuns` gossip and criticism. But, she points out, praise is equally painful. Both praise and criticism test the ego and the soul; illusions of earthly power can seduce anyone who is unable to remain humble. A rise in power and status always brings challenges, and everyone around you-professional colleagues, friends, or family-will have opinions of your conduct. Few people will praise you, especially if they perceive that your empowerment diminishes theirs. You will be a target of criticism-on that you can count. Thus, it is wise to know how to maneuver through ups and downs, through cycles of power and this empowerment. Teresa gives five specific rule for dealing with your need for praise and vulnerability to criticism. Each is as valuable to someone on a spiritual path as it would be to anyone in the outside world, because the underlying issues concern the management of power, vanity, ego, and the control we give to others over our lives. Here are her rules to hold to in your inner and external life:
* Do not be judgmental. Everyone, including you. is quick to make both positive and negative judgments of others and of the trials God sends us. You never know the truth of what God has in mind. To judge anything is an error.
* Never envy the experiences of others, spiritually or otherwise, because envy reveals a lack of humility. By your actions and attitude, you are demanding to be given what is not rightly yours. To envy the mystical experiences or the spiritual life or calling of others hurts the soul. Envy is a reptile.
* Everything good about you comes from God-your talent, your skills, and all your abilities; thus you should not take credit. To fuel your ego shows a lack of wisdom. Control your ego, be humble about your gifts so that you do not misuse them; when you keep yourself focused and clear that God is truly the source of your gifts, your struggle with being pulled apart by either praise or criticism will cease.
* Remain humble. Do not look for praise. When someone praise you for your gifts, do not let the energy of the praise penetrate your ego or your mind. It will fuel your insecurities rather than support your soul. You will begin to think, What if I lose this talent? or, What if I fail? You will begin to torment yourself with thoughts of how others are judging your actions. You will create goals for yourself instead of listening to inner instructions and guidance for how you are supposed to use your gifts. Soon your gifts will fall under the control of others, as you will fall prey to their judgments of you and lose sight of your trust in God.
* Develop a special appreciation of those who criticize you; do not resent them. They are your allies. Look on them as sacred adversaries in action in your like. They are more helpful than those who praise you because they support your humbleness. They have a true spiritual role in your life. To resent those who criticize you is to forget that you have also criticized others. Remember to use your soul`s ability to illuminate your shadows so that you see clearly through seemingly negative events. Always, beyond the darkness, Gods greater plan is in motion. That is the truth you need to trust It is a truth reached through prayer and the security of humility.
Entry Prayer
I cross the bridge into the silent bliss of my Castle. I close the drawbridge and forbid all outside influences from entry into this holy place that is my soul. Here in my Castle, I am alone with God. Under God`s light and companionship I discover the depth and beauty of my soul. I embrace the power of prayer. I open myself to divine guidance. I surrender myself to become as a channel for grace, healing, and service as God directs my life.
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As often happens, copying the above down, has had a greater impact on me than merely reading it. That is why I suggest that any of you who read this blog and are on a spiritual journey yourselves, do likewise. This is just a suggestion, which of course is just as okay to ignore. We all have to follow our own paths, whether or not they coincide with others. You all have a good day my brothers and sisters. A special hello to whoever is seeing my blog in Saudi.
Your brother, Peter