Guest Post by Janice George
When I asked to learn more about unconditional love, my Spiritual Teacher sent a special messenger. As it turned out, he also taught me about communication and much, much more.
Guest Post by RJ McBride
As I often find, seeds of wisdom can appear whenever judgmental excursions attempt to sidetrack Soul from Its journey back home to God. Whenever this happens to me, Holy Spirit steps in to show me the higher path.
If upon each new day we are able to share just one contribution that truly comes from the heart, we find life becoming more enriched—we are able to give and receive more of God’s love. Hence, “Be the One.”
Guest Post by Sammie Thompson
May 12, 2024. It’s Happy Mother’s Day! Knowing I needed to get up extra early, the night before I set out everything Spirit “suggested” I wear for the event for easy morning access: my ECK necklace and ring, the white pant and tunic set, appropriate other garments. I also planned to wear the new white spring/summer casual shoes being saved for this occasion. The alarm set, I had a late entry into the dream state, but it would all flow well in the morning. Ah,“best laid plans!”
Guest Post by Edie Weinstein
When I walked down the aisle on May 2, 1987, to share the words “I do” with the man I had met seven months earlier, I anticipated that we would be spending a long lifetime together.
We had met when I was 28 and he was 36, introduced by a mutual friend during the intermission of a lecture by spiritual leader Ram Dass. Our marriage would be what I call “paradoxical,” with its share of love and its own major dysfunctions that I shudder to think I allowed for the time we were together.
Guest Post by Alea Kent
A few years ago I had a dream, and in this dream I was at a dance pavilion on the sandy shores of a lake. I was dancing with my Spiritual Guide. Soon we were dancing on the sand, and our dance steps uncovered golden coins. I looked at the coins and then up at my Guide, and the look on his face told me they were a gift for me from him.
Guest Post by Gloria Lionz
Seasons hold places in ones’ being; as do the markers we humans call ‘time.’ Though we’re eternal beings, as one who loves life and does all she can to serve it with tenderness and compassion, writing poetry is one of the most visceral ways my heart has learned to express those feelings.
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