Monthly Archives: May 2011

Talking to God

I was doing readings in the meditation space this morning (see Would Your Dog Like a Free Psychic Reading? ) and these words came to me. My hand is upon you. You see because I see. You love because I am … Continue reading

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Spirit Is–Reflections On The Ways We Are Here In The World

I love it when I start my day with coffee and meditation and poems like this one, sent directly from Spirit. Spirit is   Spirit is The only piece of we that is Truly Limitless.   Physical body comes With … Continue reading

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Fear of Growth

One of the most prevalent and persistent blocks to personal growth is fear: fear of change, of rocking the boat, of the consequences of stepping into the power of our light. My dog, Bando, who comes from a higher dimension, … Continue reading

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Nautilus

I gather myself in Call back all parts of me Winding and winding me in. And at the heart of This many-chambered house of me Unity awaits: The not-me oneness of this me called life.

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Astral Travel

This information came in the middle of clairvoyant training class one night.   Astral Travel In the old days, We did this. We knew this. This is how we functioned. We tracked the herds Across the vast plains; We felt … Continue reading

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Pain is a Spirit Journey

I have been watching my dog, Bando, and supporting him, as he goes through some health challenges. The part of me that is a ‘good dog mom’ is all about doing things to help him, about solving the problem. But the … Continue reading

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When I Am Old

When I am old, Let me be eternally grounded in the now The past too weighty to remember, (And besides, it’s gone), The future as fragile as a bubble of soap.

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