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My regression therapy with Debbie revealed the source of some long-term behavioural problems and the origin of some health problems. With what I have learned I have been able to make changes in my life and improve things noticeably. I would have no hesitation in recommending this to anyone in the future, it certainly helped me. J
Poetry & Words
This being human is a guest house
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate
Prayer Before Birth
I am not yet born: O hear me. Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the club-footed ghoul come near me.
I am not yet born, console me: I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me, With strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,' on black racks rack me in blood baths roll me.
I am not yet born; provide me With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk to me, sky to sing for me, birds and white light in the back of my mind to guide me
I am not yet born; forgive me For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me, my treason engendered by traitors beyond me, my life when they murder by means of my hands, my death when they live me.
I am not yet born; rehearse me In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when Old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white waves call me to folly and the desert calls me to doom and the begger refuses my gift and my children curse me.
I am not yet bourn; O hear me, Let not the man who is beast or thinks he is God come near me.
I am not yet born, O fill me With the strength against those who would freeze my humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automation, would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with one face, a thing and against all those who would dissipate my entirety, would blow me like thistledown hither and thither or hither and thither like water held in the hands would spill me
Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me. Otherwise kill me.
Louis Macneice
I have come to drag you out of yourself and take you in my heart. I have come to bring out the beauty you never knew you had and lift you like a prayer to the sky. - Rumi
"I went there of my own free will.
Prologue – by Emmanuel (through Pat Rodegast) The gifts I wish to give you Are my deepest love The safety of truth, The wisdom of the universe And the reality of oneness
With these four things, nothing will deter you. You will follow your hearts Swiftly to your destination Which is Home
I know there is confusion and doubt And what appears to be chaos Can you see That beneath these surface shadows There is eternal Light?
This earth plane Is neither the beginning nor the end Of your existence, It is simply a step, a schoolroom
My friends let me impress upon you How solidly You are planted in eternity How brilliantly You can shine in your own physical world How possible It all is How beautifully The Plan is designed
In the Plan no soul is alone No soul is ever lost
Undress yourself of all that you wear everything that conceals your soul and encases your heart like armour leave it all on the floor show yourself naked glorious as you were when you were a star as you still are brilliant, like the sun engulfing everything with its beauty its unspeakable radiance the need for costumes and disguises is over now, show everyone what I can see the you, that lives under the cloak the spark of light that dances in the astral like an intoxicated firefly with no burdens, worries or cares nothing can stop it from flying, from being free Biljana Ivanisevic
We have come to be danced We have come to be danced We have come to be danced We have come to be danced We have come to be danced We have come to be danced WE HAVE COME.
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths Enwrought with golden and silver light The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Yeats
The Universal Greeting
I offer you peace |