The soldiers of bad
Charge ruthlessly into battle
With hearts hardened by hate
Wanton destruction and killing is their game
The soldiers of good
Wander far and wide
Moving slowly and carefully
Gently and lovingly
Spreading words of wisdom and love
Uplifting the people is their game
From my guide Crazy Horse through Ian Rogers Director Sphinx Spiritual
www.spiritualrenaissance.com
A spiritual name is the name you were meant to have been given
To allow you to have the opportunity to live your best life
Which means you get to face all of your karmatic tests
So as to see if you deserve your spiritual name this life
Having taken your spiritual name and having faced such tests
If you turn to being a liar or even worse a malicious liar
Then that was the test you needed to face and have failed
At such point if you have honour
Give up your spiritual name
For no person should ride with my tribe
If they are dishonourable
From my guide Crazy Horse through Ian Rogers Director Sphinx Spiritual
www.spiritualrenaissanc.com
The large white bird flew silently down the waterway
A crackle of cockys flew noisily across the waterway in front of the bird
The bird circle slowly twice until the cockys had passed
Then it continued down the waterway
An example of another animal you can’t train to be like a human
For such birds refuse to learn the human first world problem
Of road rage
From my guide Crazy Horse through Ian Rogers Director Sphinx Spiritual
www.spiritual renaissance.com
Whilst the dying die
The living live
Whilst the hurter hurts
The giver grows
Whilst the hater hates
The loving love
Whilst the destroyer destroys
They are not smart enough to know
That it is themselves who they are destroying
From my guide Crazy Horse through Ian Rogers Director Sphinx Spiritual
www.spiritualrenaissance.com
The cockies fly en masse down the big river
Loudly screeching for all to hear
They are doing what Cockies naturally do
Unlike humans who are loud
Doing what is unnatural
All for attention
From my guide Crazy Horse through Ian Rogers Director Sphinx Spiritual
www.spiritualrenaissance.com
The siren wailed
The horn blew
The wagtail withdrew
As it couldn’t compete against the other noises
For anywhere there is a competition for the loudest noise
It is not the place for sweet sounds
Great music does not belong to all ears
From my guide Crazy Horse through Ian Rogers Director Sphinx Spiritual
www.spiritualrenaissance.com
Down by the river she sat
The lush grass acting as a mat
The dog licking and wanting a pat
The sun shining on the brim of her hat
All that’s missing is the presence of a gnat
For nothing in life is so idyllic as not to have an annoyance.
From my guide Crazy Horse through Ian Rogers Director Sphinx Spiritual
www.sphinxspiritual.com
