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The cold, enveloping mist descends slowly downwards,

Downwards on an unsuspecting people.

Lights burn brightly, their beams caressing the dark and dismal pits.

Weary mothers arouse sleeping offspring,

Many of who will be no more - tomorrow.

Mothers, unknowing of the peril yet so near,

Say "ADIEU", to so many happy faces.

Mothers who will, a few hours later,

Die a thousand deaths, waiting,

Praying for their babes to appear from what seems to be a hell on earth.

Mothers - who are now half dead -

And yet still live.

by Angela Herbert

Dear Rose

I wrote this poem in the late 1960's about the coal mining village of ABERFAN in Wales which was buried under a slurry of coal waste from the tip behind the town.  I talked to you about it at your demonstration of clairvoyance in Takapuna in March 18th.  I passed this village 2 hours after the tragedy where the slip caused 116 children and 28 adults to be killed while at school.  I was 20 years old at the time and I wrote the poem from the heart and without stopping.  When my father died in 1977, my mother found this poem in his bureau and gave it to me to keep.  I could go back and change a few words but it would make the feelings and thoughts change and I know that it would not mean the same.  I hope you feel the words and understand what I was trying to say.  

Kind Regards


I talked about this terrible disaster at "An Evening With Rose" which I presented in Takapuna in 2006, to illustrate how often premonitions do occur.  Over 200 people reported experiencing premonitions of this disaster, according to a survey taken afterwards.  In January 1967, a British Premonitions Bureau was set up to collect and identify early warnings in an attempt to prevent such disasters.  A similar organisation was set up the following year in New York.

This tragedy happened 40 years ago thousands of miles away, but in the audience was a lady who had not only been there at the time, but had been so moved by the tragedy, that she wrote a poem of dedication to mothers and children.


doris stokesPoem by Doris Stokes, the famous English Clairvoyant.  She wrote this for John Michael, her Baby son who died

 In a baby castle just beyond my eye,

My baby plays with angel toys that money cannot buy.

Who am I to wish him back,

Into this world of strife?

No, play on my baby,

You have eternal life.


At night when all is silent

And sleep forsakes my eyes

Ill hear his tiny footsteps come running to my side.

His little hands caress me, so tenderly and sweet.

Ill breathe a prayer and close my eyes and embrace him in my sleep.

 Now I have a treasure that I rate above all other,

I have known true glory I am still his mother  


...Mothers, the universal chain that links the world together...


At the memorial service for the tragedy of the Christchurch Earthquake the Governor General quoted the Roman Philosopher Seneca: 

"Let us not bury our love with death"

... And in his tribute Prince William quoted his Grandmother Her Royal Highness Queen Elizabeth II :

"Grief is the price we pay for love"


This poem was found among the possessions of an elderly lady who died in the geriatric ward of a hospital near Dundee in Scotland:

See Me

What do you see, nurses, what do you see?
Are you thinking, when you look at me
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with far-away eyes,
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply,
When you say in a loud voice I do wish youd try.

Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe,
Who unresisting or not, lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill.
Is that what youre thinking, is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse, youre looking at ME
Ill tell you who I am, as I sit here so still;
As I rise at your bidding, as I eat at your will.

Im a small child of ten with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another,
A young girl of sixteen with wings on her feet.
Dreaming that soon now a lover shell meet;
A bride soon at twenty my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep;
At twenty-five now I have young of my own,
Who need me to build a secure, happy home;
A woman of thirty, my young now grow fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last;
At forty, my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my mans beside me to see I dont mourn;
At fifty once more babies play round my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead,
I look at the future, I shudder with dread,
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years and the love that Ive known;
Im an old woman now and nature is cruel
Tis her jest to make old age look like a fool.

The body is crumbled, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where once I had a heart,
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.

I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And Im loving and living life over again,
I think of the years, all too few gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last
So I open your eyes, nurses, open and see,
Not a crabby old woman, look closer, nurses see ME!

"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do.  Sail away from the safe harbour.  Explore. Dream. Discover." Mark Twain

To be closer to God, be closer to people" Kahlil Gibran

"Be at peace with God, whatever you perceive God to be.  And whatever your labours and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.  With all the sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.  Be cheerful.  Strive to be happy"  Desiderata

Be the change you wish to see in the world Gandhi

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."  Hamlet

"If you don't know what your passion is, realize that one reason for your existence on Earth...is to find it."  Oprah

"Judge a man not by his religion or politics, but by his deeds and thoughts"  Rose

"Heaven is the heart's desire...      

Earth is the heart's yearning" 

"Change doesn't happen by standing still"