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"Sprites of Light"
Reblogged from GaiaPortal: Light Connections among 100th monkey Hue-persons have strengthened and are increasingly connecting with all of "non-enLightened" humanity. These connections appear as...
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The tunnel
As I move through the next tunnel in my journey spirit reminds me that I am not lost but am here. I have always been here. I am but peeling more layers off my forgetting. Kathy Baker 2013
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Your Light
Reblogged from Saint Senara & Imogen McCarthy: when you forget, the stars shine even in the daylight behind the blinding radiance of the sun, the stars are eternal; remember your light Imogen...
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The warrior
Here I sit waiting for my warrior. I know he will be quick to my side even though his journey is long. It is not that I am weak as a woman, for I too am a warrior, but at times this earthly realm...
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Owning our Wounds is an Important Step in Owning our Power
Owning our Wounds is an Important Step in Owning our Power.
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Owning our Wounds is an Important Step in Owning our Power
Reblogged from Womb Of Light: The martyr archetype becomes strong in us through the unconscious belief that suffering is noble and that other women who refuse to suffer in the same way are betraying...
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Ancient doorways
An ancient doorway is before me. It is a doorway that I created myself many lifetimes ago. I have walked through this doorway on many occasions, though not in this lifetime. It is time for the final...
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Through the generations – my story (part 2)
My mother, Sarah, continued to play with the spirit of her baby brother, Steven, and to hold great conversations with him when she was meant to be asleep. Alas when my mother was turning nine years...
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Through the generations – my story (Part 3)
My mother, Sarah, knew that her brother Steven and the other spirits who danced around her meant no harm and, in fact, brought much needed comfort and love. Nevertheless, the rest of my mother’s life...
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Through the generations – my story (part 1)
The flowers that grew in my mother’s garden were small and brightly coloured. I would sit beside them and run my fingers over them, sometimes eating their succulent leaves. I am guessing that I was...
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Through the generations – my story (part 4)
As the storm clouds threatened to take over my mother’s life my father started his own business, an accounting company, which he eventually ran from home in a purpose built office separate to the...
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Through the generations – my story (part 5)
My youngest sister was born when I was eight years old. She was referred to as a “change of life” baby as my mother had apparently reached menopause at the ripe old age of forty-two. Six weeks after...
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Communicating through the veil of Alzheimers disease
This week a number of the clients I worked with had a loved one with Alzheimers disease. This has led me to share what I have learned and experienced over the years when connecting with people who have...
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Through the generations – my story (part 6)
At the time of my father’s accident I was thirteen years old and beginning to feel better about high school and life in general. My best friend from primary school was with me, and things at home had...
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It is never too late- Healing relationships with those who have passed
Recently I worked with two clients in their sixties, both women, who were still experiencing trauma from childhoods of emotional and psychological abuse from their mothers. For one woman the damaged...
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The power of mother-love
Earlier this year I read for a woman who had lost her child to cancer. She was wracked with ‘mother guilt’ as her son referred to it when he came through. Partly this guilt related to her sense of...
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