Uploaded March 2014 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
Here's a virtual movie of the great Mahatma Gandhi giving his first recorded Discussion "My Spiritual Message" Recorded in 1931.
M. K. Gandhi was born in Porbandar, a village in Gujarat province in India in 1869. He became the father of Indian independence, and one of the greatest spiritual and political leaders of modern times. His teachings have inspired countless movements and individuals.
Unfortunately, the surviving audio material of Mahatma Gandhi is limited. One of the best surviving sound recordings of his voice, it was recorded on the 17th of October 1931 in Kingsley Hall, London. Gandhi was visiting London in connection with the Second Round Table Conference to broker a peace between colonial Britain and the broad Indian freedom movement. It was just before he would be jailed again after the breakdown of the Gandhi-Irwin pact.
The title of this talk was "My Spiritual Message." It was released on a 78 rpm Shellac record.
"There is an indefinable mysterious power that pervades everything, I feel it though I do not see it. It is this unseen power which makes itself felt and yet defies all proof, because it is so unlike all that I perceive through my senses. It transcends the senses. But it is possible to reason out the existence of God to a limited extent. Even in ordinary affairs we know that people do not know who rules or why and how He rules and yet they know that there is a power that certainly rules.
In my tour last year in Mysore I met many poor villagers and I found upon inquiry that they did not know who ruled Mysore. They simply said some God ruled it. If the knowledge of these poor people was so limited about their ruler I who am infinitely lesser in respect to God than they to their ruler need not be surprised if I do not realize the presence of God - the King of Kings.
Nevertheless, I do feel, as the poor villagers felt about Mysore, that there is orderliness in the universe, there is an unalterable law governing everything and every being that exists or lives. It is not a blind law, for no blind law can govern the conduct of living being and thanks to the marvelous researches of Sir J. C. Bose it can now be proved that even matter is life. That law then which governs all life is God. Law and the law-giver are one. I may not deny the law or the law-giver because I know so little about it or Him.
Just as my denial or ignorance of the existence of an earthly power will avail me nothing even so my denial of God and His law will not liberate me from its operation, whereas humble and mute acceptance of divine authority makes life's journey easier even as the acceptance of earthly rule makes life under it easier. I do dimly perceive that whilst everything around me is ever changing, ever dying there is underlying all that change a living power that is changeless, that holds all together, that creates, dissolves and recreates. That informing power of spirit is God, and since nothing else that I see merely through the senses can or will persist, He alone is. And is this power benevolent or malevolent ? I see it as purely benevolent, for I can see that in the midst of death life persists, in the midst of untruth truth persists, in the midst of darkness light persists. Hence I gather that God is life, truth, light. He is love. He is the supreme Good. But He is no God who merely satisfies the intellect, if He ever does. God to be God must rule the heart and transform it. He must express himself in every smallest act of His votary. This can only be done through a definite realization, more real than the five senses can ever produce.
Sense perceptions can be and often are false and deceptive, however real they may appear to us. Where there is realization outside the senses it is infallible. It is proved not by extraneous evidence but in the transformed conduct and character of those who have felt the real presence of God within. Such testimony is to be found in the experiences of an unbroken line of prophets and sages in all countries and climes. To reject this evidence is to deny oneself. This realization is preceded by an immovable faith. He who would in his own person test the fact of God's presence can do so by a living faith and since faith itself cannot be proved by extraneous evidence the safest course is to believe in the moral government of the world and therefore in the supremacy of the moral law, the law of truth and love. Exercise of faith will be the safest where there is a clear determination summarily to reject all that is contrary to truth and love. I confess that I have no argument to convince through reason. Faith transcends reason. All that I can advise is not to attempt the impossible."
Kind Regards
Jim Clark
All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2014
Here's a virtual movie of the great Mahatma Gandhi giving his first recorded Discussion "My Spiritual Message" Recorded in 1931.
M. K. Gandhi was born in Porbandar, a village in Gujarat province in India in 1869. He became the father of Indian independence, and one of the greatest spiritual and political leaders of modern times. His teachings have inspired countless movements and individuals.
Unfortunately, the surviving audio material of Mahatma Gandhi is limited. One of the best surviving sound recordings of his voice, it was recorded on the 17th of October 1931 in Kingsley Hall, London. Gandhi was visiting London in connection with the Second Round Table Conference to broker a peace between colonial Britain and the broad Indian freedom movement. It was just before he would be jailed again after the breakdown of the Gandhi-Irwin pact.
The title of this talk was "My Spiritual Message." It was released on a 78 rpm Shellac record.
"There is an indefinable mysterious power that pervades everything, I feel it though I do not see it. It is this unseen power which makes itself felt and yet defies all proof, because it is so unlike all that I perceive through my senses. It transcends the senses. But it is possible to reason out the existence of God to a limited extent. Even in ordinary affairs we know that people do not know who rules or why and how He rules and yet they know that there is a power that certainly rules.
In my tour last year in Mysore I met many poor villagers and I found upon inquiry that they did not know who ruled Mysore. They simply said some God ruled it. If the knowledge of these poor people was so limited about their ruler I who am infinitely lesser in respect to God than they to their ruler need not be surprised if I do not realize the presence of God - the King of Kings.
Nevertheless, I do feel, as the poor villagers felt about Mysore, that there is orderliness in the universe, there is an unalterable law governing everything and every being that exists or lives. It is not a blind law, for no blind law can govern the conduct of living being and thanks to the marvelous researches of Sir J. C. Bose it can now be proved that even matter is life. That law then which governs all life is God. Law and the law-giver are one. I may not deny the law or the law-giver because I know so little about it or Him.
Just as my denial or ignorance of the existence of an earthly power will avail me nothing even so my denial of God and His law will not liberate me from its operation, whereas humble and mute acceptance of divine authority makes life's journey easier even as the acceptance of earthly rule makes life under it easier. I do dimly perceive that whilst everything around me is ever changing, ever dying there is underlying all that change a living power that is changeless, that holds all together, that creates, dissolves and recreates. That informing power of spirit is God, and since nothing else that I see merely through the senses can or will persist, He alone is. And is this power benevolent or malevolent ? I see it as purely benevolent, for I can see that in the midst of death life persists, in the midst of untruth truth persists, in the midst of darkness light persists. Hence I gather that God is life, truth, light. He is love. He is the supreme Good. But He is no God who merely satisfies the intellect, if He ever does. God to be God must rule the heart and transform it. He must express himself in every smallest act of His votary. This can only be done through a definite realization, more real than the five senses can ever produce.
Sense perceptions can be and often are false and deceptive, however real they may appear to us. Where there is realization outside the senses it is infallible. It is proved not by extraneous evidence but in the transformed conduct and character of those who have felt the real presence of God within. Such testimony is to be found in the experiences of an unbroken line of prophets and sages in all countries and climes. To reject this evidence is to deny oneself. This realization is preceded by an immovable faith. He who would in his own person test the fact of God's presence can do so by a living faith and since faith itself cannot be proved by extraneous evidence the safest course is to believe in the moral government of the world and therefore in the supremacy of the moral law, the law of truth and love. Exercise of faith will be the safest where there is a clear determination summarily to reject all that is contrary to truth and love. I confess that I have no argument to convince through reason. Faith transcends reason. All that I can advise is not to attempt the impossible."
Kind Regards
Jim Clark
All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2014
![Clive Carey - The Little Turtle Dove - Folk Song - Baritone - Animation
Heres a virtual movie of the brilliant English Baritone Clive Carey performing two popular folk songs The Little Turtle Dove.The soundtrack from a rather worn and rare 78 rpm shellac record probably recorded around the late 1920s.
You can see this rare 90 something year old shellac record playing as it would originaly been played on my beautiful HMV 109 Wind up Gramophone circa 1928 at my videocurios channel at this link.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xvrAG5lo3SI
Francis Clive Savill Carey CBE (30 May 1883 – 30 April 1968),[1] known as Clive Carey, was a British baritone, singing teacher, composer, opera producer and folk song collector.
This tune is a variant of The True Lovers Farewell. It was popular in both England and in America. Cecil Sharp collected nine variants in the Appalachian Mountains. Another variant and alternate title is Ten Thousand Miles.
True Lovers Farewell appeared in Roxburghe Ballads dated 1710. It was also in Five excellent New Songs a collection printed in 1792.
The song is similar to a song Queen Marys Lament, that was printed in Johnsons Scots Musical Museum (1787-1803). Clive Carey - The Little Turtle Dove - Folk Song - Baritone - Animation](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/d26AI5td_Q8/mqdefault.jpg)



![Lords Prayer - D H Lawrence - Poem - Animation
Heres a virtual movie of the great D H Lawrence reading his short poem Lords Prayerhis sarcastic adaptation the Biblical Lords Prayer. The Poem asserts that the wonders of nature are more tangible than notions of Gods and Mythology.. Quote from his Letter dated 17 Jan. 1913: My great religion is a belief in the blood, the flesh, as being wiser than the intellect. We can go wrong in our minds. But what our blood feels and believes and says, is always true. The intellect is only a bit and a bridle. What do I care about knowledge. All I want is to answer to my blood, direct, without fribbling intervention of mind, or moral, or what-not.
David Herbert Lawrence (11 September 1885 – 2 March 1930) was an English novelist, poet, playwright, essayist, literary critic and painter who published as D. H. Lawrence. His collected works, among other things, represent an extended reflection upon the dehumanising effects of modernity and industrialisation. In them, some of the issues Lawrence explores are emotional health, vitality, spontaneity and instinct.
Lawrences opinions earned him many enemies and he endured official persecution, censorship, and misrepresentation of his creative work throughout the second half of his life, much of which he spent in a voluntary exile which he called his savage pilgrimage.[1] At the time of his death, his public reputation was that of a pornographer who had wasted his considerable talents. E. M. Forster, in an obituary notice, challenged this widely held view, describing him as, The greatest imaginative novelist of our generation.[2] Later, the influential Cambridge critic F. R. Leavis championed both his artistic integrity and his moral seriousness, placing much of Lawrences fiction within the canonical great tradition of the English novel.
Kind Regards
Jim Clark
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![Mother Cornwall A Traditional Cornish Dialect Poem Animation
Heres a virtual movie of Mother Cornwall a traditional dialect poem from Cornwall virtually read by the 19th century Cornish miner poet John Harris.
John Harris FRHS (14 October 1820 – 7 January 1884) was a Cornish poet. He became a fellow of the Royal Historical Society in April 1879 for being ″distinguished in letters″.[3]
Harris was born and raised in a two-bedroom cottage on the slopes of Bolenowe, a small hamlet near Camborne, Cornwall, in England. He was the eldest of nine children (six brothers and two sisters).[4] At age twelve, he was sent to work at Dolcoath mine where he combined a life of painful labour with the production of poetry celebrating his native landscape around Carn Brea and the scenic splendours of Lands End and the Lizard. He could not afford pen and paper, so he improvised and used blackberry juice for ink and grocery bags for paper.
In the 1840s, he married Jane Rule, with whom he had two sons and two daughters. When his second-born daughter, Lucretia, died during Christmas 1855, he produced a moving eulogy. After this a friend found him a more congenial occupation as a Bible-reader or travelling comforter at Falmouth, where he spent the second half of his life. During this period he produced his most important work, the loco-descriptive poem A Story of Carn Brea (1863).
He received a grant of £200 from the Royal Bounty Fund through the Earl of Beaconsfield and in September 1881 the prime minister gave him a grant of £100 from the civil list.[2] He died in 1884 having requested that he should be buried at Treslothan Chapel, near the village of Troon.
There has been some revival of interest in his work, and recently, the book The Cornish Poet was brought out by the John Harris Society, containing his collected works.[5] Mother Cornwall A Traditional Cornish Dialect Poem Animation](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/eR4P0wGaIdg/mqdefault.jpg)
![Irish Poets Learn Your Trade - William Butler Yeats - Poem Animation
Heres a virtual movie of the great William Butler Yeats reading Irish Poets Learn Your Trade from his much longer poem Under Ben Bulben which was his final work. Under Ben Bulben is a poem written by celebrated Irish poet W. B. Yeats. It was one of the last poems he wrote, and the last three lines decorate his gravestone in Drumcliffe, County Sligo, Ireland..
The title of Pulitzer Prize-winning author Larry McMurtrys first novel, Horseman, Pass By, is derived from the last three lines of this poem.
Benbulbin,[1][2] sometimes spelled Ben Bulben or Benbulben (from the Irish: Binn Ghulbain), is a large rock formation in County Sligo, Ireland. It is part of the Dartry Mountains, in an area sometimes called Yeats Country
Yeatss famous poem, Under Ben Bulben, is basically a description of Yeats Country. It describes the sights that he saw in Yeats Country. The following is an excerpt from Under Ben Bulben:
“ Under bare Ben Bulbens head
In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.
An ancestor was rector there
Long years ago, a church stands near,
By the road an ancient cross.
No marble, no conventional phrase;
On limestone quarried near the spot
By his command these words are cut:
Cast a cold eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by!
Kind Regards
Jim Clark
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![The Chimney Sweeper - William Blake - Poem - Animation
Heres a virtual movie of the first stanza of The Chimney Sweeper by William Blake. This short animation uses a soundtrack of a child chanting that I found around the net several years ago which I thought was rather pleasant.
The Chimney Sweeper is the title of two poems by William Blake, published in Songs of Innocence in 1789 and Songs of Experience in 1794.[2] The poem The Chimney Sweeper is set against the dark background of child labor that was prominent in England in the late 18th and 19th century. At the age of four and five, boys were sold to clean chimneys, due to their small size. These children were oppressed and had a diminutive existence that was socially accepted at the time. In the earlier poem, a young chimney sweeper recounts a dream had by one of his fellows, in which an angel rescues the boys from coffins and takes them to a sunny meadow; in the later poem, an apparently adult speaker encounters a child chimney sweeper abandoned in the snow while his parents are at church or possibly even suffered death where church is referring to being with God.
The Chimney Sweeper
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry weep! weep! weep! weep![a]
So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep
Kind Regards
Jim Clark
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