Spiritual Artists Hearthfire

Amanda Knight
(England)

Poet, Channeller, Sensitive Medium
and Kirlian Artist.

email: through_the_veil@hotmail.com 
Home:(0044) 1933 311809   Mobile: 07714 761473

Known to all as Merlyn.. (it’s a long story, involving a spiral path and a faery lad one September sunrise long, long ago….)

I was born in Sussex in the early 60’s.  As an only child, I lived in aworld of my own, one of otherworldly visitors and nocturnal adventures on my
winged unicorn, through the veil into another realm.  A Divine place of surreal landscapes, beautiful creatures and of Great Spirit…. Beings of pure Light who taught me so much.

During a sudden illness at the age of 11, a profound near-death experience gave me a lasting connection to another, quite profoundly beautiful realm of existence, way beyond that to which I had become accustomed. It shaped my whole perspective on life and placed me firmly on my spiritual path.

Healing found me on my path and I studied for many years, both in the UK and
abroad.

For over ten years I taught the way of the healer, helping others to appreciate the essence and beauty of energy sensitivity.

These days I enjoy developing my work with Kirlian fingertip aura photography.  This is a study of the body's state of well-being on many levels as captured through the energy output from the fingertip meridians.

My spiritual work with this incredible camera is groundbreaking within the
field of paranormal research.  Images of the body’s energetic state also map a fascinating picture of whatever may be present in the background (within our auric field), be that a spirit helper, guide.. an Angel, a faery or just simply an image of the essence of our surroundings.

 

Every photo is a new adventure, a fresh insight.Extending the potential of my camera I also create unusual spiritual
artwork. Images that allow the mind to explore absorbing realms of Light and Colour.

 

Many people feel that the beautiful spiritual notes present in these images open a doorway to those planes of existence beyond our own, and a deeply
personal experience.

Writing is a passion of mine.  I’ve been channelling messages from Great Spirit since my NDE.  Sometimes I’m blessed to be sent wonderful channelled poetry, even humorous poems on occasion!

I’m also a sensitive medium and have been developing my gifts for most of my life, taking a more headlong, serious path in the past few years, first studying at The College of Psychic Studies in Kensington, London and then at The Arthur Findlay College at Stansted Hall.  My training is ongoing and I hope it always will be!

My senses become highly attuned when I’m around spirit and in paranormally
active locations.

I may feel shifts in the energy of my surroundings, perhaps heralding the
approach of spirit people, a bit like when you just ‘know’ someone’s behind
you.
I may hear sounds beyond the normal range of perception, sometimes a spirit
person may speak with me if they want a message conveyed to a loved one, or
to ask for help. This is commonly known as clairaudience.

Sometimes I pick up scents like roses or freesias, pipe smoke or even the
smell of petrol…. And I have been known to taste particular sweets that
someone used to enjoy, or perhaps the metallic taste of blood, if there’s
been trauma. Occasionally I can feel the material of a dress or a military
uniform,
I may also experience, for example, the heaviness of heart pain, the
constriction of suffocation or the trauma of a broken limb.

If Spirit ask for my assistance so that they may return Home, I help
facilitate a passage to the Light and place them in the highly capable hands
of Archangel Michael who escorts them to a place most appropriate to their
needs. Somewhere they can rest, heal, be nurtured and absorb their life’s
learnings.

I also head a team of private paranormal researchers.
This is our website:-  www.through-the-veil.wetpaint.com

Bright Blessings of Light and Colour
Merlyn

 

Home

 

Soft, doth tread the Elven foot,

Descending dewy Tor.

Stillness moves through chambers deep,

A spiral path before.

 

Love lays her hands on ancient bark,

A silent, simple prayer.

Bestow to me, fair Guardian Tree,

My humble passage there.

 

O’er Sacred land of misty myth,

In silvery moonlight clear.

Through velvet moss and gossamer web.

Your heartbeat draws me near.

 

This Otherworldly gateway stirs,

A portal’s eye awakens.

The long lost land of Merlyn calls,

A Time that’s not Forsaken.

 

Warm gaze from eyes of Aeons deep,

A Love that transcends Time.

Embracing, merging, Home once more,

O land that I call Mine.

 

......................

 

 

The Truth, Belied

 

 

Beneath a Temple richly strewn

With hieroglyphs and hidden rooms

Hang images of crescent moons

Charr’d remains of heavenly looms.

Gods revealed on cartouche wall

Goddess cow-ear’d gently calls

A weary traveller wrap’d in shawls

Harkens through a footsteps’ fall.

 

Her tender touch so soft in night

Senses thrill in aw’d delight

Gazes through her second sight

Upon yon’ Goddess of the Light.

And through carved corridors so deep

Past serpents, reptiles still in sleep

Sheaves of wheat so freshly reap’d

She pauses silently to weep.

 

Steep descent down stairs of stone

Shadows greet this soul alone

Crying out in ancient Home

Golden eyes in darkness shown.

An Angel cloth’d in worldly guise

Her human form the Truth belies

Humbled, trembling, soft she cries

To Hathor’s watchful Eye so wise.

 

Surrendering with blissful wail

Sands of Time slip through the veil

Sun-scorched land of deathly pale

Ancients drift through river vale.

Constellations link this place

Bright temple in the sandy wastes

Wings of doves and heavenly Graces

Lift her Soul as Time erases.

 

..............

 

 

TIME

 

 

In the stillness of night,

Time tick-toes away.

Her chimes inaudible

'gainst a back-drop of silence.

 

Measured minutes dissolve

into liquid hours.

Days drip through the mesh

of human understanding.

 

As though mercury,

she pours herself away

through portals in the floor

of the House of God.

 

Time.. Breathes Out.

And in the Void, Pure Love.

The cloth of humanity,

the fabric of our souls.

 

An Eternal Now pervades

this still-point of existence.

A breathless realm of possibility;

glittering, formless potential.

 

And in the stillness of night,

under the canopy of Heaven;

with God as our witness,

We...Breathe In.