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On becoming one by moonlight….

Once again she shelters me

Thru the changes, storms and strife

Her undeniable strength, wisdom

Her energy melting into mine

Granting guidance and solutions

Looking up into her boldness, beauty

I am in awe of her glorious, gentle rays

Her nurturing spirit ever so faithful

And her calm, steady glow

Flowing from the night sky

Into every cell of existence

Enlightening all with her grace

Knowing she is the only moon

We all share

I recall our common ground

Feeling it now feels like home

Becoming one with all that is

Opening my heart to the all of all

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Clearing and Purifying

Clearing and Purifying


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Goddess of Fire

goddess of fire by sarah jane bingham

by Sarah Jane Bingham

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“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.

When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”
― Herman Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte

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Emotional Freedom Technique

TH = Top of Head
EB = Eye Brow
SE = Side of the Eye

UE = Under the Eye
UN = Under the Nose
Ch = Chin
CB = Collar Bone

UA = Under the Arm
WR = Wrists

EFT Tapping Points


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Spiritual Mind Treatments

I know there is an Infinite Spirit that I call God (or whatever you prefer). I know that I AM One with that Infinite Mind. I know that the Divine qualities of (name the qualities you seek) are already within me. I embrace them now. I am so grateful for the revelation of this spiritual Truth in my life. I trust God (or, what you prefer) to provide for me. It is done. It is so. Amen.

I realize and recognize there is a Higher Power; the Creator of Heaven and Earth; God, the good, Almighty. I AM a child of God. All that God is, I AM! With heartfelt, sincere gratitude, I deeply accept this realization into my consciousness. With great Trust, I let go and let God. And So It Is. Amen!

I believe in Christ Jesus and in Christ Consciousness, available to everyone. I realize that we are one with this Christ Presence. All of the Divine qualities of Christ are here within us now, especially Agape Love and forgiveness. May we embrace them. I am grateful for this spiritual Truth enlightening the planet now. Trust and Faith in Jesus Christ and in the collective Christ Consciousness will heal and restore us. I let go and let God do the work. Thank you, Jesus! Amen.

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I AM a Wounded Warrior…I’m surrenderin’ black and blue…take me in.

Tears. Just tears when I hear this gorgeous song. It hits me in the gut, where all good songs should. Thank you.