TRUST IN THE LORD WITH ALL YOUR HEART, LEAN NOT ON YOUR OWN UNDERSTANDING. PROVERBS 3; 5.

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RAYE'S ANGELS.

TO EXPELL RAGE, ANGER, HATRED AND BITTERNESS OUT OF YOUR HEART. REPEAT OUT LOUD IN ORDER FOR YOUR EARS TO HERE WHAT YOUR MOUTH IS SAYING THESE WORDS. "I FORG IVE YOU (THE OFFENDERS NAME.) AND FROM THIS MOMENT I SEND YOU LOVE."

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RAYE'S ANGELS.

MICHAEL STOKOE SPEAKING SEPTEMBER 1994.

I CAN TEACH YOU

TECHNIQUE BUT NOT INTENT.

A DRAWING IS GOOD OR BAD

ACCORDING TO HOW MUCH IT FULFILLS

ITS INTENTION, (OR PURPOSE.)

WITHOUT THE AQUISITION OF TECHNIQUE

ONE HAS NOT THE POWER TO FULFILL THE DRAWINGS PURPOSE.

MICHAEL STOKOE SEPTEMBER 1994.

RAYE'S ANGELS.

POEM. 8 SEPTEMBER 1995

POEM

I LONG TO GRASP

WHAT I CANNOT HAVE

AND FEED THE HURT INSIDE.

TO STAUNCH THIS PAIN

SO SOAR FROM WEEPING

WAVES OF SORROW IN MY LIFE

AND FREE THE PRISONER

TRAPPED WITHIN MY HEART.

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RAYE'S ANGELS ART WORK.

POEM. ANGER. TUESDAY 6 SEPTEMBER 1994.

ANGER

I CUT MYSELF FOR LOVING YOU

DEPRIVING SELF FOR MY DESIRE.

I THINK OF YOU HOURLY AS PUNISHMENT

TO REFRESH THE PAIN AND ENJOY THE HURT 

WHICH CONSTANTLY REMINDS ME

 THAT I STILL LIVE.

I DESPISE MY HEART FOR ITS PERSISTENCE

IN LONGING FOR YOU EACH DAY.

THIS MELTING FLESH DESERVES TO SUFFER

FOR DARING TO LOVE.

I CAN NOW ONLY ABUSE AND SPITEFULLY USE 

THIS SNIVELING WRETCH

IN THE FACE OF YOUR REJECTION

WHICH MAY THRILL YOU TO KNOW

I NOW REJECT MYSELF.

BACK TO BACK.

POEM. TUESDAY 6 SEPTEMBER 1994

POEM

I HATE YOU BECAUSE I LOVE YOU

I LOATH YOU BECAUSE I NEED YOU.

I FEAR YOU BECAUSE YOU HURT ME 

AND HATE  MYSELF FOR LOVING YOU

AND AM REVOLTED BY MY OWN DESIRE.

THERE IS NO STRENGTH IN LOVE

IT IS MY DESTROYER

CRUSHING THE IN MOST PARTS 

AND DAMAGING SELF CONFIDENCE

CAUSING ME TO HATE TO LOVE.

THE WEEPING WOMAN.  CERAMIC TILE.
ART WORK BY RAYE'S ANGELS.

FROODY A BULLFROG. POEM. MONDAY 14 FEBRUARY 1994

FROODY.

FROODY A BULLFROG WITH EVERY THING TO GIVE

THE LIFE OF AN ARTIST DECIDED HE WOULD LIVE.

COLOURFUL MOMENTS CAPTURED BY A GLANCE

PAINTINGS OF AMERICA, ITALY AND FRANCE.

THE VASTNESS OF AMERICA ITS SUN AND SEA AND SAND

ALL SUBJECTED TO TRANSLATION BY HIS DRAWING HAND.

PORTRAITS AND STILL LIFE'S OBJECTS LOST AND FOUND

TRANSFORMED INTO IMAGES ON A FLAT BACKGROUND.

GAZING AT HIS MODELS THINKING CUBES AND CONE'S

BY A SIMPLE PENCIL MARK HE CONJURED UP THEIR BONE'S.

ART WORK BY RAYE'S ANGELS.

THE HERMIT POEM MONDAY 7 FEBRUARY 1994

THE HERMIT

POOR OLD FROODY, ONCE A HANDSOME FROG

ONLY VIEWS LIFE THROUGH A DARK FOG. 

HIS PALETTE FULL OF COLOURS BECOMES A WOODEN SHIELD

SWORDS HIS PAINTING BRUSHES IN READINESS TO WIELD.

NEVER LOOKING OUTWARDS OR UPWARDS TO THE SUN

HE HIDES BEHIND HIS EASEL, SUSPECTING EVERYONE.

DOWN IN THE FISHY WATER, AMONG THE TANGLED WEED

INTELLECTUAL ART BOOKS AND NEWS PAPERS HE'LL READ.

SUCKING ON HIS OLD PIPE PLANNING WORKS DIVINE

HE SUPS ON PLATES OF PASTA AND BOTTLES OF RED WINE.

AND AT HIS FRIENDS HE'LL RUDELY SHOUT

KEEPING ALL HIS CALLERS OUT.

GO AWAY. I AM NOT IN TO DAY 

UNTIL MY EYES ARE BLURRED

AND MY HEART BEATS FAINT

ALL I WANT TO DO IS PAINT.

ART WORK BY RAYE'S ANGELS.

POEM 31 MARCH 1995

POOR FROG

FROG HATES EMOTION

AND FORMS OF DE JA VOUS.

EVERY KIND OF CELEBRATION

AND HIS INNER PERSON TO.

 EVERY EASTER, CHRISTMAS AND BIRTHDAY

HE  PUTS ON AN EMBARRASSING DISPLAY

ENDEAVORING TO MASK FEELINGS OF SELF DOUBT

FILLED WITH UNWORTHINESS AT HIS NEAREST SHOUT.

SHORE OF THEIR WITHDRAWAL

 ENABLING HIM TO RECLINE

WITH HIS SECRET VALENTINE

 SELF-PITY ON THE BED

 ALONE INSIDE HIS HEAD

UNFORGIVING LIKE A STONE

SUCKING ON REJECTIONS BONE.

ART WORK BY RAYE'S ANGELS.

BUTTERFLY POEM XMAS 1993.

BUTTERFLY

BUTTERFLY TWIRLED AND SPUN AROUND HIS HEAD

TEASING HIM TOWARDS THE GARDNER'S SHED.

WHERE THEY DALLIED FOR DAYS AND HOURS

AMONG  PLANT POTS AND CUT FLOWERS,

UNTIL A BLACK BEETLE JOINED IN THEIR PLAY

AND FASCINATED BUTTERFLY FLEW AWAY.

FROM THAT MOMENT FROGS HEART TOOK FLIGHT

CHANGING HIS WHISKERS FROM GREY TO WHITE.

HE WEEPT DIVING INTO DEEPEST SORROW

HIDING HIMSELF IN A RABITS BORROW.

AND AT HIS FRIENDS WHO CALLED IN VAIN

HE SHOUTED OUT IN GRIEF AND PAIN.

GO AWAY, I AM NOT IN TODAY

UNTIL MY EYES ARE BLURRED

AND MY HEART BEATS FAINT

ALL I WANT TO DO IS PAINT.

ART WORK  BY RAYE'S ANGELS.

ROBBIE WRIGHT GUIDED MEDITATION ON CD "ANGELS THAT BRING LOVE." MY ANGEL ENCOUNTER.

TUESDAY 22 APRIL.

I tried out the angel meditation CD for the first time.  It was very good, a relaxation in order to meet with angels, open chakra's and meet ones spirit guide.

  I saw a ray of green light and a person in what appeared to be a blue velvet full length cloak followed by a tall man with brown crinkle skin on his face wearing a head dress of white feathers with brown flecks in them...

WEDNESDAY 23 APRIL.  SECOND ENCOUNTER.

I  dreamt there were lots of people entering my home by the back door who had come to buy food  that had been rejected by the supermarket because the sell by date  on the  labels had passed. 

 Edward my husband was doing a roaring trade selling the items out of our kitchen. His customers were  in our garden preparing the out of date food  in imaginative new ways to serve at a big party. 

 I escaped into the garage and  began talking to an engineer I had not seen for some time many years in fact.  He lay out before me on the garage floor a huge poster he had been working on for me to see. 

 Looking up from his art work at his face for the first time I instantly fell in love.  It was a magical feeling.  I felt myself to be shining as he held my hand and I grew taller in stature at the nearness of his body.  He said "You know that we are in love." and I agreed.  

 Then we were walking together on blue, like the air or on a still  but rippling blue water when I had to climb up on to a huge platform of wide steps but as I was wearing a floor length white brocade dress I told him I was unable to climb.  Then helpers appeared from close by inquiring  how I wanted to look in the dress, explaining that it needed to be shorter in order for me to climb.  They said that it was no problem to them and waveing their hands at  the dress  it instantly became ballerina length enabling me to climb on to the platform and join in with the people assembled there.

The man I was with, I call him my angel had a very handsome face was wearing earth coloured clothing  and made me feel completely loved even though I was fully conscious of the fact I was at least forty years older than  the age he appeared through out the dream. 

 My age  did not matter to him one jot. 

 I awoke feeling very loved this morning after the encounter, the only sad  thing is that I forgot to ask my companion his name...

RAYE'S ANGELS. ART WORK 2012.

BEAUTYFUL EARLEY PAINTING BY MARTIN FRANCIS SYRETT.

OIL ON BOARD MARTIN SYRETT.

SECRET-BEING POEM WRITTEN ON SUNDAY 16 MAY 1993

SORROW IS MY LOVER

HE HOLDS ME WHEN I SLEEP

CRADLED IN TEARS.

HE COILS AROUND MY SPIRIT

PRESSING DEEPER INTO ME

THE WEIGHT OF GRIEF WE SHAIR.

HOPELESSNESS IS MY COMPANION

RISING WITH ME WHEN I WAKE.

HIS ARE MY FIRST THOUGHTS IN THE MORNING

AND HAUNT ME THROUGH OUT THE DAY.

FOREVER GOING THROUGH LIFE'S MOTIONS

HE IS THE PARTNER WITH WHOM I PLAY.

THE SPIRIT OF DEATH IS UPON ME

HE HAS SEASONED ME WITH DIS PARE.

HIS FIREIE TONGS ALREADY LEAP WITH EXCITEMENT

IN A HUNGER THAT CAN  NEVER BE SATISFIED.

ARE READY TO CONSUME MY FLESH

AND FILL A SUICIDES GRAVE WITH THEIR EXCREMENT.

ELIZABETH BEALE -STEPHENS   SUNDAY 16 MAY 1993.

TWO  CERAMIC VASES.  DESIGN FOR LINO PRINT.      
ART WORK BY RAYE'S ANGELS .

SECRET-BEING WIND OF HEAVEN POEM WRITTEN ON 11 OCTOBER 1993

I'M ON THE OUTSIDE LOOKING IN

AT THOSE WHO ARE TOGETHER.

BOUND UP SO TIGHTLY BY A SIN

WHOSE STRIPES I CANT UNSHEATHE.

BECAUSE ITS DEMON NAME I DO NOT KNOW

THIS LONELINESS I CAN'T MYSELF EXPEL.

FROM THOSE ARROW'S OF SATAN'S BOW

THAT DEEP WITHIN MY HEART DO DWELL.

WILLINGLY I'LL TURN AWAY

AND TAKE ANOTHER COURSE.

MY HEARTS DE SIRE'S DOWN I'LL LAY

SURRENDERED AT THE CROSS.

IF THE MATTER BE REVEALED TO ME

BY HIS PRECIOUS BREATH.

OF THE LIFE THAT CAN ONLY BE

OBTAINED ON EARTH BY DEATH.

ELIZABETH BEALE-STEPHENS   SUNDAY 11 OCTOBER 1993.

PENCIL SKETCH ON LOCATION IN KENT.  ART WORK BY RAYE'S ANGELS.

 

WARFARE SURROUNDS THE BIRTH OF A MIRACLE. BENNY HINN 11 NOVEMBER 1993.

WARFARE SURROUNDS THE BIRTH OF A MIRACLE.

MIRACLES WILL NEVER COME YOUR WAY WITHOUT WARFARE.

THE ANOINTING NEVER COME'S UNTIL YOU MOVE.

THE POWER OF THE HOLY SPIRIT COMES ON YOU WHEN YOU MOVE.

STRUGGLE LEADS ME TO MY DESTINY.

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SECRET-BEING POEM WRITTEN ON 20 MAY 1996

JESUS I LONG TO BE

AS CLOSE AS A LOVER

AND FEEL YOUR BREATH.

GRASPED FIRMLY TO YOU

MY FACE IN YOUR NECK.

RUFFLE YOUR HAIR

WITH MY FINGER TIPS.

CARESS YOUR BODY

WITH SINFUL LIPS.

DRUNK BY THE ODOUR

OF YOU IN THE AIR

ENJOYING THE JOY

OF AN INTIMATE AFFAIR.

ELIZABETH BEALE STEPHENS  20 MAY 1996

PRINT FROM LINO CUT ORIGINAL ART WORK BY RAYE'S ANGELS 1996.

SECRET-BEING. LOST JOY POEM WRITTEN ON WEDNESDAY 10 JULY 1996

LOST JOY

WHERE IS IT

WHERE DID MINE GO.

I'VE LONGED FOR IT SO

THE JOY OF LIFE.

WHAT IS IT

I WISH I KNEW.

THEN I'D GRASP IT TO

THE JOY OF LIFE.

IS IT A SUNNY DAY

WITH THE BREEZE IN MY HAIR

OR THE SILENT NIGHT AIR

THE JOY OF LIFE.

I DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS

TO HAVE HER SPRING FROM MY HEART

AND EVERY PART OF ME QUIVER WITH

THE JOY OF LIFE.

WHERE DOES IT COME FROM

I WISH I KNEW

THEN I'D BE ALIVE

AND ENJOYING IT TO

THE JOY OF LIFE.

ELIZABETH BEALE STEPHENS WEDNESDAY 10 JULY 1996

MODDELING FOR  PORTRATE  1996 ELMERS END CROYDEN.

GOD OF GLORY, BY THE RISING OF YOUR SON YOU HAVE BROKEN THE CHAINS OF DEATH AND HELL; FILL YOUR CHURCH WITH FAITH AND HOPE, FOR A NEW DAY HAS DAWNED AND THE WAY TO LIFE STANDS OPEN IN OUR SAVIOUR JESUS CHRIST.AMEN.

RAYE'S ANGELS
ART WORK. POSTER 2009.

HE HAS RISEN. HE HAS RISEN. HE HAS RISEN. JESUS IS LORD OF HEAVEN AND EARTH, PRAISE HIM.

WE ARE REMEMBERING OUR FRIEND DAVID MOODY ON THE ANNIAVERSARY OF HIS GOING TO BE WITH JESUS ON 22 APRIL 2013.

ANGELS AT THE CROSS.

CAPTAIN DAVID MOODY WITH EDWARD.

GOD WILL NEVER DO SOMETHING THAT IS AGAINST HIS NATURE, OR DOES NOT GLORIFY HIM. IN YOUR PRAYERS, ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT WE PRAY, "NOT MY WILL, BUT THY WILL BE DONE".

STAR CLUSTER ANGELS.
ART WORK BY RAYE'S ANGELS APRIL 2014.

IN OUR NEEDY STATE, WHERE WE MAY WANT TO BUT CANNOT PRAY THE HOLY SPIRIT COMES TO OUR HELP. HE, THE HOLY SPIRIT PRAYS ACCORDING TO GOD'S WILL AND BECAUSE HIS MIND IS KNOWN BY GOD, IT'S PERFECT.

ANGEL STAR CLUSTER.
RAYE'S ANGELS 2014.

C.S. LEWIS. SPEAKING. "THERE ARE TWO EQUAL AND OPPOSITE ERRORS INTO WHICH OUR RACE CAN FALL ABOUT DEVILS. ONE IS TO DISBELIEVE IN THEIR EXISTENCE. THE OTHER IS TO BELIEVE AND TO FEEL AN EXCESSIVE AND UNHEALTHY INTEREST IN THEM."

RAYE'S ANGELS.
ART WORK APRIL 2014.

PRAY THAT YOU MAY BE FILLED WITH THE FRUIT OF RIGHTEOUSNESS THAT COMES THROUGH CHRIST. JESUS, HE WHO BEGAN A GOOD WORK IN YOU WILL CARRY IT ON UNTIL COMPLETION.

PENCIL SKETCH  OF AN ANGEL.
UNFINISHED DRAWING 1994.

OBEY THE LORD'S COMMAND, DECREES AND LAWS; TURN YOUR BACK ON SIN. TROUBLES ARE AN INEVITABLE CONSEQUENCE OF WILFUL BEHAVIOUR.

ANGELS PRAYING TO GOD.
DRAWING BY EDWARD HARRY STEPHENS. APRIL 2014.