Guest Post by Gloria Lionz
I asked Jodi, a new friend, to take Apollo to the cat sitter’s office the morning I left for an Eckankar seminar in Minnesota recently. She was nervous about the task but sincerely wanted to help. My flight left earlier than they open. And he prefers spending more time here than there anytime.
So, Jodi agreed to load Apollo into his carrier mid-morning & take him to “Tiny’s.” Easy peasy except for one thing: She’s brand new to cats.
Guest Post by David Rivinus
“I am a hole in a flute that the Christ’s breath moves through; listen to this music!”
That quote, from the 14th Century Persian mystic and sage, Muhammad Hafiz, is one of my all-time favorites. His poetic reference to Spirit being “the Christ’s breath,” and his admonition to open ourselves to the sound current by “listening to this music” never ceases to move me; the imagery is exquisite.
Guest Post by Delia Joseph
Helllloooo, Beautiful Souls seeking TrueSelf!
I found myself immersed in the stories of individuals seeking purpose and fulfillment. It was during one of these candid conversations that the concept of TrueSelf began to take shape. Inspired by the diverse journeys of my coaching clients, I recognized a common thread—the yearning to unearth their most authentic selves. As we were navigating the intricacies of their experiences, aspirations, and values, it became clear that knowing one’s TrueSelf was the key to unlocking a life of genuine contentment.
Guest Post by Riley Carson
I wrote a poem years ago, trying to capture the way Soul seemingly appears out of nowhere, entering into this world. Then, before you know it, it’s gone again. I forgot the rest of the poem, but one stanza stuck with me through the years. Here is the symbolism often associated to moths followed by the verse:
Guest Post by Dennis Ernst
My head throbbed and my throat hurt so badly I could hardly swallow. The high fever sapped all my energy and made my world so blurred I could hardly make anything out. I was so sick that the rash that came with the fever was just a mild disturbance. Even though I wasn’t in school yet, my sister had brought home the rubella virus that was going around.
I laid on the couch in the living room, drifting in and out of sleep, wondering how long this was going to last or how long I could last. I was tired of being in this sick body and wanted to go back “Home”, the wonderful place I had come from before getting this body.
Guest Post by Claude Gruffy
This post will be art only. Please see “Artistic Awakening” for a brief history of my artistic journey and how revelations about a past life during the renaissance period influenced my current one. Claude
Guest Post by Claude Gruffy
I worked for a TV station for 32 years as a scenic artist. Back then, there were no computers and all sets were painted by hand. Before the new technology arrived and turned the world upside down, I had the chance to paint huge murals for soap operas, TV theaters, etc., for several years. I didn’t wonder why I had such a knack for painting large murals. I told myself that this talent came from my father, because he also had a certain talent for drawing.
Guest Post by Edie Weinstein
The overhead announcement calls people to their flights to their intermediate or final destinations, overlapping with the low murmur of passengers waiting to board. The television personality is sharing the morning’s news in her pleasant and well trained voice. Snapping my wintergreen gum helps to keep me calm and centered as I too await the beckoning to board.
I knew that when I scheduled my flight from Philly to Portland, via a wonderful flight attendant friend who arranged a companion pass, that all was (no pun intended) up in the air and that I would need to be flexible.
Guest Post by Dennis Ernst
While attending a retreat at a remote location in the Oregon Coast Range, I had a unique opportunity to share the sacred mantra of “HU.” I had gotten up a dawn to take a walk before breakfast and hiked up a gravel road, in the early morning rain. The road wound its way along a creek for a half a mile before starting up a steep ridge. I noticed a variety of wildlife along the creek. Canadian geese, a duck, many birds and even a blacktail deer. A little later I saw an elk, feeding on the early spring grass along the brushy bank.
Guest Post by Bob Switzer
I believe accidents and resulting injury are a way we are led through necessary change by Spirit in this physical world, often moving us forward spiritually, teaching us something we didn’t know about ourselves. Otherwise, we would not need the message(s) and lesson(s) contained in the “accident” experience.
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