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"Re-visiting" The Orchard.

Robert Searle

The Orchard was mentioned in the previous post. It was my home at Stoke Poges which is near Slough, England. I gave two references to it in an article entitled Realization of the Psychic. I have taken the relevant (cached) excerpts in connection with it.

Many people have experienced synchronicity, or meaningful coincidences. I have two interesting examples though I have had many others of a less "extraordinary" nature. Odd as it may seem they were both connected with where I was living(1977-1990)which was Stoke Poges, a very posh area just outside Slough.

In around 1989 I was making enquiries about possibly interviewing Ma Yogashakti, a female guru for Yoga, and Healing magazine (which was later published with photographic material). My contact was with someone who worked at the School of Oriental, and African Studies at the University of London. She supplied me with much useful information, and asked me where I lived. I said Stoke Poges, and she claimed she …

The Curfew Tolls................

From  around 1977 to 1990 I used to live with mater, and pater at the "mansion" called the Orchard, in Park Road, Stoke Poges. Not far from where I lived there was the Monument to Thomas Grey's Elegy, a poem of some renown. Here, I reproduce it for readers. The following source is Wikipedia

.............The poem begins in a churchyard with a narrator who is describing his surroundings in vivid detail. The narrator emphasises both aural and visual sensations as he examines the area in relation to himself:

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the leaThe ploughman homeward plods his weary way,And leaves the world to darkness and to me.Now fades the glimm'ring landscape on the sight,And all the air a solemn stillness holds,Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds;Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'rThe moping owl does to the moon complainOf such, as wand'ring near her …

The Year 1914...and the Year 2014.... Remembered for World War I

As I write this post the year 2014 is coming to an end. It marked the start one of the most wretched, and horrible wars of human history. Ofcourse, I am referring here to the Great War of 1914 to 1918. No words really can do it justice. It was beyond belief with the horrors of the trenches, the barbed wire, hand grenade attacks, and the shooting down, and bayonetting of human beings in so-called no-mans land.....My late grandfather on mater's side would never talk about his experiences in the War. Yet, he did mention the River Somme turning to the colour of blood....and even said that a good German was a dead one!

Nearly opposite me across the road from my flat in Chalvey, Slough there is St. Peter's Church. It has a monument to the brave, and heroic men  who gave their lives in World War I. They will never be forgotten for the ultimate sacrifice they gave to their country. It is good that World War I, and other such conflicts are remembered.

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Basic Intro

The following are a series of posts which deal simply with my thoughts, and memories. They may provide some interest, and perhaps, even insight. However, this is a rather selective, and personal blog unlike my other ones. All the same, it may be of  some value. Apart from web photos, original ones may also be added in the future in some of the old, and new posts.

As an individual, I tend to come across as a large intellectual person with a "posh accent." However, I am very approachable, and have a very wide range of interests!!

Thanks for reading the above.

Robert Searle,