Usui and Kundalini Reiki Healing Hands - You Loved Me Giving You Reiki eh James?

The colour Pink represents unconditional love 

Jamesy, an Uncle at last!  Beautiful Daisy Emily Kneale - Born on Monday 27 April 2009 at 3.10pm - On your Dad's Birthday too!

Many thanks to Irene for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her daugher. http://kayla-xavier.memory-of.com xxx

This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved son, brother, grandson and friend, James Robert Kneale, who was born in Northamptonshire, United Kingdom on Thursday 4th June, 1981 and passed over unexpectedly, on Friday 12th August, 2005 at the age of 24 years, after a car crash on Wednesday 13 July 2005, where he had been ejected from his car after a speeding BMW hit him from behind, in Johannesburg, South Africa.
We will remember and love him forever.
He leaves behind his broken hearted mum Denise, dad Bob, brother Simon, Grandma, sister in law Sarah and many friends.
His big brother Daniel, whom he had never met, and passed over on 16 April 1976, age 2 1/2hrs, was there to meet him, along with his Grandma and Grandad.
Oh what joy for James!

About us...

We live in a world of illusions. A world that springs from a much deeper and far greater reality.

And while at times the illusions are indeed ugly, with your physical senses you only see the tip of the iceberg.

If you could see the whole, you'd discover that the unpleasantness was only the tiniest piece of a most spectacular puzzle that was created with order, intelligence, and absolute love.

You'd see that contrary to appearances, in the grandest scheme of things, nothing is ever lost, no one becomes less, and setbacks are always temporary.

And you'd understand that no matter what has happened, everyone lives again, everyone laughs again, and everyone loves again, even more richly than before.

Bob Kneale - I Love You Jamesy xxx

Thank you to Cathy for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear son David. http://david-giraud.memory-of.com xxx

James rubbing the back of my head, just before coming out of ICU for the last time. 8 August 2005.

DEATH IS THE BIGGEST LIE WE HAVE EVER BEEN TAUGHT.
THERE IS NO DEATH, ONLY CHANGE.
Denise Kneale. 

How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

William Shakespeare.

James' little spot of beauty on his Birthday 4th June 2009:

Beautiful eyes, beautiful face,
I'm shy to talk to you.
You're the eagle I must watch
No matter what I do.
You're the beauty, wild and free,
The mistress of my eyes,
Rolling through exultant air,
Alone in pristine skies.

I would take you for my own
Could I but have your wings,
Could I but go where night begins
And frozen sunlight sings.

Could I but have you for my love,
How might we fly together!
But I must watch you from below
And long for you forever.
But I must be the one below
And long for you forever.

How simple to be happy here in heaven!
After all, one doesn't want for much.
Passion finds its willing partner, ever
Pleased to please with a deft and tender touch.
Yearning is like walking through a valley
Veiled in the loveliness of flowers.
All the beauty of the earth can only
Lead us to the edge of what is ours.
Etched into our love there is a message,
Not of now but of all time and place,
Telling of a truth beyond the passage
In which we move from mystery to grace.
Nor are there signs that such content can be
Except my love for you, and yours for me.

You live within me, yet I am
Without you all alone.
With you I am full of light;
Without you I am stone.

Is this foolish? Yes, perhaps,
But also it is true.
I think of life as something I
Can spend with only you.

Ah, my love! Love longs for such
Sweet celebrants as this!
Love is a burden and a joy,
Slavery and bliss.

This day of love come love with me,
Come sing with me my song.
Come be my Valentine, and I
Will love you my life long, my love,
Will love you my life long.

Be with us in the circle of our love,
Even if by chance you are alone.
Our greetings we have hope your heart will move,
Uniting our good wishes with your own.
Remember there are those who think of you,
Vested in the will to be a friend.
As distant hills give depth to what we view,
Let these words some grace to your day lend.
Each life is lived behind a sheltering veil,
Not lifted but for love. Yet when we will,
There is a wind that shifts the rampart frail,
Invading with sweet scent the spirit still.
Now may we all enjoy this fragrance fine,
Each each other's secret Valentine.

Blessings are the things we take for granted.
Each holiday we notice what we see.
Most know the Earth is utterly enchanted
Yet walk through life and love mechanically.
Valuing one's gifts takes resolution
After days and nights of fantasy.
Love brings the sweet relief of absolution,
Enveloping our hesitance in need.
No touch inspires so swift a revolution,
Transforming all the hieroglyphs we read.
In your love is the charity of spring,
Nor self-obsessed nor blinded by some creed,
Embracing the grey dawns that blessings bring.

Poem For My Eldest Son Daniel, who passed over aged 2 1/2 hours, on 16 April 1976 at 1.30am 'Good' Friday!! :

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.

But come you back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

Have a great St Paddy's Day Daniel and try to keep your lil bro James in order, along with his 5 mates, Billy, Pieter, Steven, Colin and Richie...Got a job on yer hands there my boy .

Lots Of Love To You My Lil 5lb Baby Mum xxx

Many thanks Irene for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her daughter. http://kayla-xavier.memory-of.com

Reiki Healing Energy.

Happy 3rd Angelversary Jamesy.

I know that you are always with me and always will be. I miss you incredibly, especially at this time of year but try not to let myself get down because I know you wouldn't want that!!....You'd rather we all had a beer or 12 !!

Off camping today with the boys as you know, so will see you there round the campfire!!

There will be a fire lantern released for you so watch out for UFO's!!

Love You Lots and Lots. Your Big Bro Forever, Si xxxxx

When tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
all filled with tears for me.

I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,
and each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too.

But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
and said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye
For all my life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.

I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays
The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
and all the fun we had.

If I could re-live yesterday
Just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne.

He said, "This is eternity,
And all I've promised you."
Today your life on earth is past,
But here life starts anew.

I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day's the same way
There's no longing for the past.

You have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times
You did some things
You knew you shouldn't do.

But you have been forgiven
And now at last you're free.
So won't you come and take my hand
And share my life with me?

So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart.

Many thanks to Irene for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her daughter. http://kayla-xavier.memory-of.com

Should you go first and I remain
To walk the road alone,
I'll live in memory's garden, dear,
With happy days we've known.

In Spring I'll wait for roses red,
When fades the lilac blue,
In early Fall, when brown leaves call
I'll catch a gimpse of you.

Should you go first and I remain
For battles to be fought,
Each thing you've touched along the way
Will be a hallowed spot.
I'll hear your voice, I'll see your smile,
Though blindly I may grope,
The memory of your helping hand
Will buoy me on with hope.

Should you go first and I remain
To finish with the scroll,
No lenght'ning shadows shall creep in
To make this life seem droll,
We've known so much of happiness,
We've had our cup of joy,
And memory is one gift of God
That death cannot destroy.

Should you go first and I remain,
One thing I'd have you do:
Walk slowly down that long, long path,
For soon I'll follow you.
I'll want to know each step you take
That I may walk the same,
For some day down that long, long road
You'll hear me call your name.
-A.K. Rowswell

Many thanks to Irene for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her daughter. http://kayla-xavier.memory-of.com

Seeing death as the end of life, is like seeing the horizon as the end of the ocean.

Denise Kneale.

Reiki Diamond Healing Energy.

Many thanks to Garnet for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear brother David. http://david-dickensen.memory-of.com xxx

Many thanks to Irene for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her daughter. http://kayla-xavier.memory-of.com

Many thanks to Ruth for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her twin brother. http://jose-figueira.memory-of.com

It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window,
or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed,
or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.

Denise Kneale.

Many thanks to Angie for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear son Chris. http://christopher-trevizo.memory-of.com

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that
which has been your delight.

Denise Kneale.

Many thanks to Judie for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear son Craig. http://craig-smart.memory-of.com xxx

Forget what you know and believe what you see.

James Von Prague.

Many thanks to Angie for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear son Chris. http://christopher-trevizo.memory-of.com

Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love,
the things you are, the things you never want to lose.

Denise Kneale.

We're lifted up by angels
We're close enough to heaven
Far above the rain
Darkness cannot reach us
Let the angels teach us
Only love remains
We're lifted up by angels

-Jennifer Kimball and Tom Kimmel,
"Angels"

Many thanks to Ruth for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear twin brother Jose. http://jose-figueira.memory-of.com

While we are mourning the loss of our son,
others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil.

Denise Kneale.

Many thanks to Irene for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear daughter. http://kayla-xavier.memory-of.com xxx

Your guardian angels are always with you. The other angels come and go as we need them.

Denise Kneale.

Were You One Of The Lucky Ones?

Did you get to meet the one that lived
every day as if it were his last?

Did you see that smiling face,
did you hear his infectious laugh?

Did you know the one that had a hug
for even the ones that fussed at him?

Did you ever go somewhere and know
when the life of the party arrived?

Did you know the one that could make
the best of the worst situation?

Did you feel like you were a special
person around him?

Did you ever feel so loved?

Were you one of the lucky ones...
that got to meet my son?

Denise Kneale.

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. From an Irish grave stone.

Whether you believe in Angels or not, your Angel from birth is always with you, just waiting for you to ask for assistance or help.

Your Family Angel's are also always around you, waiting for you to notice them and the small signs they give you each day, which you put down to coincidence or imagination. 

Be not of closed mind and heart and you will realise they never did depart.

Denise Kneale.

Everything is energy and that includes us!

Si got this painting done on canvas, during his holiday in Thailand a few weeks ago.  It is a Birthday gift for Dad.  Thank you Si Love You Lots xxx

Angels are beings of light, guiding our way through all of our lives and afterlives. Please don't forget you have one, or you will have to meet them for the first time when you pass and wouldn't it be much nicer if you recognised them on the earthly plane.

Denise Kneale.

You don't need a formal prayer or invocation to call the Angels to your side. Simply think, "Angels, please surround me," and they are there.

Many thanks to Kathie for the beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear friend Deb. http://deb-slusher.memory-of.com

We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.

The more materialistic science becomes, the more angels shall I paint. Their wings are my protest in favour of the immortality of the soul.

YOU'LL  NEVER  WALK  ALONE  MY  DEAR  FAMILY -  I  LOVE  YOU ALL, JAMEZY XXX

You Tube video of how the Liverpool fans sing their hearts out!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0nfFi-_Hb2A

Whatever you put your attention on in this life will increase in your life. As you put your attention on angels, they will begin increasingly to make their presence known to you.

Men Do Cry

I heard quite often "men don’t cry"
though no one ever told me why.
So when I fell and skinned a knee,
no one came by to comfort me.

And when some bully-boy at school
would pull a prank so mean and cruel,
I’d quickly learn to turn and quip,
"It doesn’t hurt," and bite my lip.

So as I grew to reasoned years,
I learned to stifle any tears.
Though "Be a big boy" it began,
quite soon I learned to "Be a man."

And I could play that stoic role
while storm and tempest wracked my
soul.
No pain or setback could there be
could wrest one single tear from me.
Then one long night I stood nearby
and helplessly watched my son die.
And quickly found, to my surprise,
that all that tearless talk was lies.

And still I cry, and have no shame.
I cannot play that "big boy" game.
And openly, without remorse,
I let my sorrow takes its course.

So those of you who can’t abide
a man you’ve seen who’s often cried,
reach out to him with all your heart
as one whose life’s been torn apart.

For men DO cry when they can see
their loss of immortality.
And tears will come in endless
streams
when mindless fate destroys their
dreams.

May the Archangel Raphael accompany us along the way, and may we return to our homes in peace, joy, and health.

Many thanks to Angie for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear son Chris. http://christopher-trevizo.memory-of.com

Courage is being afraid but going on anyhow.

When you are sorrowful, look deep within your heart, where you will find that which you are missing, never did depart.

Father's are special people, who are often taken for granted.  They work quietly in the background until you ask for them. Then watch out whooh

Watch for the small signs each day that I send to you

Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly.

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. ~George Elliot

Philosophy will clip an angel's wings. ~John Keats

When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high, and don't be afraid of the dark. You'll never walk alone Jamesy

Pay attention to your dreams - God's angels often speak directly to our hearts when we are asleep. ~Quoted in The Angels' Little Instruction Book by Eileen Elias Freeman, 1994

Be an angel to someone else whenever you can, as a way of thanking God for the help your angel has given you. ~Quoted in The Angels' Little Instruction Book by Eileen Elias Freeman, 1994

We Remember Them / Karen Hall (Kassie Hall's mom )

In the rising of the sun and its going down,
We remember them

In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
We remember them

In the opening of the buds and in the rebrith of spring,
We remember them

In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer,
We remember them

In the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of autumn,

We remember them

In the beginning of the year and when it ends,
We remember when

When we are weary and in need of strength,
We remember them

When we are lost and sick at heart,
We remember them

When we have joy we yearn to share,
We remember them

So long as we live, they too shall live,
For they are now a part of us,
As we remember them

God not only sends special angels into our lives, but sometimes He even sends them back again if we forget to take notes the first time! ~Quoted in The Angels' Little Instruction Book by Eileen Elias Freeman, 1994

Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth
Unseen, both when we wake and when we sleep.
~John Milton, Paradise Lost

Insight is better than eyesight when it comes to seeing an angel. ~Quoted in The Angels' Little Instruction Book by Eileen Elias Freeman, 1994

Oh not a good day for mum, she was nagging me to give her a real sign, not just hearing me, seeing me, things going missing...oh no that wasn't enough, she wanted full apparition! Love you mum xxx

Now mum didn't even notice this in the churchyard, as dad was taking the pictures, she only noticed it when it was downloaded onto the pc.....wow isn't that strange

That's definately not a good face mum, but grandma thought my little place of beauty looked lovely I'm glad your face isn't like that now! I love you xxx

Thank you Si for leaving your scarf before going off camping with 12 mates in Snowdonia, as you can see mum pegged it down, so it didn't blow away lol I love you xxx

I'm a lucky man, 1 dozen red roses, balloons, glow in the dark faeries, little tea light lantern, insense burning and 2 graphics with poems, laminated of course. Thankyou, I love you

Ooops dad didn't get a close up shot of the 2 graphics and poems!  Thank you all for making my little spot of beauty stand out, just like me

Steady now grandma, why's mum propping you up haha Oh I forgot you're 92yrs!  I love you grandma Thank you for the roses xxx

http://www.dailypost.co.uk/news/north-wales-news/2008/06/06/reports-of-ufo-over-north-wales-55578-21032339/

http://cruelkev3.blogspot.com/2008/06/ufo-over-north-wales.html

James really did have the last laugh on his Birthday 4 June 2008....The UFO's were the Chinese Fire Lanterns that Si and Sarah, lit and sent flying up from the grave, around 10pm !

Big bro holding Sarah's lantern to be released

Sarah releasing 'Big Bro' Simon's lantern

Many thanks to Kathie for this beautiful graphic. Please light a candle for her dear friend. http://deb.slusher.memory-of.com xxx

It's just never enough though is it James?  Well not for me, I must be greedy darling.  I love you!

Thank you Kathie xxx

Just Because We Love You Jamesy

Thank you Brenda xxx

Richard Eveleigh passed over from cancer, 15 March 2008, Age 32yrs, Richie is on the right of the picture.

Si's best friend and also one of the best men, along with James, at his wedding 16 April 2005.

You will be sadly missed Richie, but I know we'll soon feel your presence, and thanks for your message after 24hrs!

Love you Richie, talk soon, Denise xxx

I know you'll be looking after Richy wherever you are James. I'm sure you two will be having a whale of a time.......like you always did!!! All my love Si xxx