By Pichaya Avery
Animals love the song of HU. They are drawn to the celestial music like a magnet. My trips to a farm with Mike have proven this to be true.
When Mike was drinking raw goat milk, we would purchase it from a very kind man named Dennis. His goats loved him. Every time Dennis was out of their sight, they would call for him and scream loudly like children throwing a tantrum. It was painful to hear the crying goats. Mike and I did our best to console them by singing HU.
Guest Post by Doug Marman
From: The Silent Questions, pages 129-131, by Doug Marman
I remember waking up from a vivid dream one sunny day, having dozed off in the afternoon. In the dream I had been reading ancient Indian teachings written upon red rock mountain walls. I couldn’t remember the writings when I awoke, but I was left with a deep feeling that there was meaning inscribed upon the Earth itself. It was like a message imprinted from ages of men and women who had crossed the land. Almost as if the planet itself had absorbed the conscious lessons of the lives of those people and was now trying to give back this wisdom to any who would listen.
By Michael Avery
On Sunday afternoons, the prophet often invited some of the animals to join him on his journeys up Little River. One day, to his surprise, two muskrats who had long been loyal passengers approached him with news of their discontent.
In a far off land on the edge of a jungle, or so they had heard, lived another prophet, one who had built a wondrous boat. The river he crossed was much greater than tiny Little River.
By Michael Avery
A mountain goat stumbled upon a secret pathway that led to Eagle Rock. He was intoxicated by the breathtaking scenery and marveled at his good fortune.
By Gloria Lionz
STORIES FROM THE FIELD…aka: not-so-random signs the Divine “HAS YOUR BACK.”
Tonight, I left my naturopath’s office (Dr. Kate Wiggin) after closing. Today, like most IV sessions, I was there 3+ hours. The goal? Detoxify my body from mold poisoning (which I posted about several months ago).
By Michael Avery
Dear friends,
Pichaya and I are delighted to share that our new printed book, Seven Signs from the Universe, is now available on Amazon. The EPUB version is also available at the same link.
The front and back covers feature artwork by Claude Gruffy, a world-class Canadian artist.
Guest Post by Dennis Ernst
Years ago, I wanted a dog as I hadn’t had one in a while due to changing housing conditions. I missed the companionship and the unconditional love I had experienced with other dogs I’d had.
I visited a local animal shelter, and I was only there a few moments until one dog caught my attention. I knew it was the right one for me.
Guest Post by Nettie Clarke
I live in a non-smoking apartment building. A couple of people who smoke have to go outside to have a cigarette. One day when I was leaving, I noticed a cigarette butt on the floor of the lobby. I didn’t pick it up. I went on by thinking that the smoker would pick it up. Or maybe I was being lazy, or not wanting to pick up something that could be contaminated in this age of virulent viruses. Not sure why.
By Michael Avery
A two-thousand-dollar settlement from my seventh car accident enabled me to buy a ticket to Mexico, where I planned to live for the winter and heal my broken heart after losing my mom to cancer. I had no idea how long I could live on the small bundle of traveler’s checks I carried with me in my wallet, but I set sail on this new adventure despite the inconvenience of a lonely headwind.
By Pichaya Avery
The Universe has countless ways of teaching us about love, often through the most unexpected encounters. On the first day of 2025, as the world welcomed a new beginning, I received such a wonderful lesson at our favorite park, where a serene pond usually hosts a community of graceful ducks and a solitary great blue heron.
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