The Garden Of Love


How this works I don’t know. It just does.





The Garden Of Love – William Blake

‘I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And ‘Thou shalt not’ writ over the door;
So I turn’d to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys & desires.’






In No Sense.




And more fungi. I don’t know if they are magic mushrooms. If I knew what I was doing with them I would have a go but I don’t and don’t fancy ending up in intensive care. It’s all so surreal I’m not sure any help is needed in that regard. The message seems to be it’s trippy.







‘Can the child within my heart rise above ?’



In Wonderland. Alice is grown up now but the wounded inner child lives on.



I see your true colours. They are beautiful like a rainbow.



About the mushrooms and the mushroom cloud. There would appear to be a weird mirror and wordplay with War and Raw and Love and Hate and Mars and Venus within duality. Over the years I’ve noticed the Universe likes to throw love bombs about when they are least expected.

Te Amo.



The Butterfly Effect.




We are Stardust, We are Golden.


12 thoughts on “The Garden Of Love

  1. Fungi is everywhere. So awesome. I can’t find any description of 4D or 5D matching this. Wonderland, Never Never Land, Twin Peaks.

    Worlds before time or maybe after time. Hidden realms. Also an invisible astral plane is very real.

    There are realms within realms, dimensions within dimensions, and inter-dimensions within dimensions, all is inside everything else. Each dimension is vibrating at a different level; everything is one and everything is of the whole. There is no true separation between realms and universal nature. It is possible to travel across all of these barriers that are perceived in your mind, once you have moved yourself to a place of understanding that there are no barriers.

  2. Fungi rls

    Not sure if you can handle this, but here goes.

    Fun girls or good girls?

    Can you really know?

    Everytime I see the sun blasting in I think, ‘lighten up’. 😊

    1. Orlena

      Gallows humour. Well hung. Fun Guy and Fun Gal.

      When I broke my humerus falling down a slippery slope I developed a Fun Gal infection. The fungi are actually down a slippery slope or up a slippery slope depending whether you are going down or going up.

      I can see all sorts of different types of movies all playing within the same movie. A scary movie and a comedy, a porn movie and a fantasy. And probably more. At the core I believe it’s a love story. And why the earth angel is more beautiful than the divine angel.

      ‘I went to the Garden of Love,
      And saw what I never had seen’.

      If confirmation was need with gallows humour after writing the comment I looked out of the window and a truck with Lynch on its side passed by.

      Twin Pekes.

      The sunshine state and eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. There’s another angle with memory/reality/time and dimensional manipulation and why the mind has forgotten and not the heart. Circles within circles, wheels within wheels, unexpected journeys within unexpected journeys. And 9/11 and why the space between us has suddenly dramatically reduced.

      Lynch Plaza, Dr Sun Joy and Texas vortex which is somehow connected with the Ford 100 Tons of Fun pic and mirrors with the UK and US and France and Ukraine and Kazakhstan. Possibly more. And why someone sent me a pic supposedly from Florida and it was actually taken in the pub garden next door. It’s a mystery.

      Deep crazy water.

        1. An OA doppelganger appeared in Redhill this morning. Good grief. And all the signs said ‘Out of Respect’.


          late 14c., “relationship, relation; regard, consideration” (as in in respect to), from Old French respect and directly from Latin respectus “regard, a looking at,” literally “act of looking back (or often) at one,” noun use of past participle of respicere “look back at, regard, consider,” from re- “back” (see re-) + specere “look at” (from PIE root *spek- “to observe”).

          1. Frank

            Not sure if I mentioned it before but, my mom’s name was Elizabeth. I don’t pay much attention to royalty nor do I know much about England’s late Queen. But, in a roundabout way I feel like my Elizabeth is finally getting the tribute she absolutely deserved.

            1. Beautiful compliment to your mom, I love where you said: ” my Elizabeth is finally getting the tribute she absolutely deserved.”

              Orlena sincere condolences on the physical loss of your mom.

            2. Elena

              Those sorts of pics can be tough. You see an image and the memory is triggered ❤️.

              I’ve had weirdness with QE2 as well and the royal family in general. My mother looked very similar to her to a point where people would remark upon it. And my ex wife was a doppelganger of Princess Di. Also Prince Charles I believe sought me out the day the Rose Window was consecrated. That was a weird day. I know others have similar connections with other ‘elite’ families.

              And the link to the OA and the Garden of Love. Impossible beauty both inner and outer. ‘Suzanne holds the mirror’. This is part of the healing process. It’s not difficult to see beauty in others. Seeing it in your self is not so simple.

              ‘I went to the Garden of Love,
              And saw what I never had seen’.



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