Years back I was given a vision that has become clearer as time has passed, and we have moved into its undeniable reality. This isn’t the first time I’ve shared it but it is the first time that I actually feel that I understand its full meaning. I saw a bridge.The bridge reminded me of …
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Flip Flop, Flip Flop, Flip
I’ve been watching how this body-mind is organically moved into action, the way emotions trickle or flood in and movement occurs. These inputs, sensations, threads of thought, are not consciously chosen. They simply appear. The sensations and thoughts create the many flavors of life, the delicious bits I savor, the inedible mouthfuls I attempt to …
The Juice of Transformation
lies in the heart of chaos … Are you wondering whether you should leave your spiritual practices and spend your time resisting the harm being done? Are you trying to decide if you should quit spending so much time on your own baggage and instead, help to allay the suffering of others? Your wondering is …
Ripples of Infinite Aliveness
Years back, my favorite expression was, “What about this can’t you love?” It kind of still is, but I understand it totally differently and probably would use another word besides love, although love when understood for what it actually is, works beautifully. This. Just this. Only this. This alone. This this. Yeah. Life exactly as …
What all great healers know …
I’m being schooled on healing … on what it is and what it is not. It’s been an eye-popping ride. So much that we do — the intent for a result — the idea of a healer and healed — the belief in disease and health — the need for improvement in that which is …
Life, Death and Healing
I have been examining life and death, and what it means to heal today. A couple of days ago I went to the doctor and his lack of certainty was enough to make me wonder. As I sat in meditation last night I was shown that this health event is an exit point. I was …
This Elusive Thing Called Love
January 9th, 2013 For several days I have been struggling with an energy that I couldn’t quite grasp. It felt like it was asking me to meet my death again. As I sat in meditation I thought of Saffy and Freckles, and the chickens. Robert was not upstairs in the carriage house. He was on …
Amaya Gayle 