If we all do our part, perhaps we will make a difference for the greater good:
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Seeking the Sacred in Uluru
I never quite know where they are going to take me, or what will happen once we get there. It’s become a game of trust and an adventure that teaches me as much as I hope it will teach those who read their stories.
The first character made her appearance as an orange and black butterfly. Later, when she transformed into a girl she gave me her name. Aponi. Then the five others started appearing on the page. Three adolsecent girls and three boys about the same age. I thought more might come. I waited for their arrival and even tried to force a few onto the page, but it seems there had to be six warriors. No more. No less. So I allowed them to take their places on the points of a star, which revealed itself to be a labyrinth of broken light in the body of Earth.
Our journey together has only just begun, even though we’re nearly ready to release Book 1. The cover is being designed and the formatting will follow soon after. These 6 teens, though, are not ready to wait. They have me working on Book 2 (which I must confess I began nearly a year ago, and put aside for other projects).
Now it is time to return to their stories, only there’s one small challenge I’m hoping you might help me face. You see, one of the six has decided she wants to land in Australia. I’m not surprised she chose Uluru, but she’s thrown me for a bit of a loop. You see, I’ve never been there myself. I’d like to someday, but I don’t imagine that day will come for awhile yet.
Here’s where my request comes in. If you have been to Uluru, I’m hoping you might be willing to share a bit about your experience there. In particular:
- What did it feel like to be in this sacred place for you?
- What did your eyes notice?
- What was the air like while you were there? The sky? The ground beneath you?
- Most importantly, what impression did you have when you first saw Uluru, and what has stayed with you since?
- Did you have a mystical experience that you would be wiling to share?
Any other stories regarding Uluru or related areas, such as Kata Tjuta in Australia would be welcome and can be sent to me via my email aekehas@gmail.com.
With much gratitude in advance,
Alethea
March For Our Lives
David Hogg, (AP Photo/Andrew Harnik)
Most of my followers have heard me mention a time or two that my youngest brother was a victim of gun violence. Fifteen years ago this summer, he was shot in the head inside his home. There was no national coverage, no thoughts and prayers from politicians. He was just another gun death among the thousands that occur in the US every year, most so routine that we never hear about them.
These days, there are too many to report.
Mass shootings 2018 to date: 69
School shootings 2018 to date: 12
Approximately 33,000 Americans die from guns every year, that’s the equivalent of a 9/11 every month. On average that’s 96 gun-deaths each and every day. The statistics are plentiful and horrifying.
“March for Our Lives” rally March 24, 2018, in Washington. (AP Photo/Alex Brandon)
When I was a grief counselor for children and families…
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#Carved #Writephoto
She said, “Show me your soul, and I will take you inward.”
I looked across the vast landscape that surrounded me and back to the well. The ground felt firm beneath my feet, and I could feel the warmth of the setting sun strong against my back. The infinite sky above offered a dreamscape evoking heaven as we like to think of it. Yet, my eyes were drawn to her offer.
I peered over the edge of her basin. “You will not see the bottom, for there is no end.”
Fear rippled my heart. “That is good,” she told me. “Allow yourself to feel before you let go.”
My hands, gripping her rock shook with tremors of emotion. My eyes added salted water to the pool below.
“All life begins in darkness,” the voice urged me closer to the center. “But the soul resides in the Light.”
My contribution to Sue Vincent’s weekly #writephoto prompt challenge. To participate, please click here.
The road…
I left after work on Thursday, driving north for the last Silent Eye meeting before the April workshop. The sun was shining, the day was balmy… spring had, it seemed, finally sprung after the torrential rain that had battered the land all night. Six counties, several road closures and five hours later, I had driven through spring and back into a watery world where the rain lashed the windscreen faster than the wipers could clear it.
Yet the sun greeted me again as I drove over the Derbyshire hills and into Yorkshire. Traces of white winter lingered in the lee of stone walls where the shadows preserved the last remnants of snow. Daffodils strained at the leash, wanting only a little warmth to burst forth in all their golden glory… and then I hit a wall of fog and I was glad to reach my destination and dinner.
The next…
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And the woman labours on!
A wonderful post for Women’s Day:
A balloon seller now she is
Her name does not matter
Married for she was considered a burden
By her very own parents.
A poor girl from the city of Rajasthan India
Surviving , living by and around
Cafes in the city of Pune
Just 19 solar cycles old
Her malnourished body has no signs of youth
She works all day selling balloons in hope
For one sqare meal to come her way
Often she says she eats only once in the day
If she is lucky she gets a bite sized meal .
She wanders around till late evening
and sells her wares outside the hip street cafes
Often times to children and some to grown ups too
My daughter is all of 19 too
Was visiting the cafe with friends
She chanced upon her last evening.
Begging her to buy some balloons
She took a bit of time…
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A Candle in the Mind
If we wish to make a voyage into the self, we need a set of tools, with which to:
a) Investigate, as objectively as possible, what this ‘me’ is doing.
b) Create a space; a different part of us, that our growing and real consciousness can ‘live in’.
These may initially sound somewhat forced, but that is only because western language, with its notional structure of “(I) do something to (that)” embeds the principle that there is an ‘I’ in the form we think of it; therefore we never question the root of the problem.
The ‘toolkit’, strange-sounding though it may be, is only there to correct the language-based falsehood within which we all live. But truly understanding that comes later, when we live on the upper floor of ‘ourselves’ rather than the ground.
When we begin to watch ourselves, we run, immediately, into conditioning. Conditioning is the result of…
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Looking back…
The Silent Eye is busy gearing up for the annual April workshop. Every year we host a residential workshop weekend in Derbyshire and every year people come from across the globe to join us for an adventure of mind, heart and spirit.
Past events have seen us travel through time from the far distant past to the unwritten future. The weekends are a frame for spiritual exploration, the costumes and colour bring the stories to life, while the scripted ritual drama engages the imagination and emotions, allowing us to learn from a shared experience.
Inevitably, these weekends have their ‘best bits’… the memorable moments that stand out from the rest. Such moments are largely subjective and doubtless everyone has their own, although the warm, friendship and laughter are a common thread.
Some of the highlights from the April workshops stand out not just as ‘workshop memories’, but as very special…
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Repetitive Stress from Too much Yoga. How to understand the approach we should take towards a safe practice.
The way people approach life is the way people show up on their yoga mat. And yoga teachers are no exception. Some yoga teachers may lead with a sense of aggression and competition while others will promote a feeling of safety and peace. I’ve noticed that depending on your own personality type you’ll be attracted to a teacher or style that tends to emulate your own tendencies, i.e., if you are hard core, you will like hardcore yoga.
But in the practice of Ayurveda, a Hindu system of alternative health and medicine, people who have core characteristics in their personality, like intensity and fire, should work on balancing their energy by engaging in activities that promote the opposite effect. If you are competitive and ambitious, a gentler, softer practice would benefit you. If you are sluggish and tend to be more sedentary, you should work toward a more active…
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Of one mind?
To be of ‘one mind’: it’s an expression we don’t hear a lot of, nowadays, though it remains available to us in the language. Historically, it was used to describe an intensity of opinion, or – even stronger – belief, that something was so important that several key figures united in a single ‘front’ of solidarity behind whatever was being endorsed.
Perhaps our vision of truth has become dulled, and it is considered that there are few such ‘black and white’ moments… In line with the complexity of our world, it may be that nothing truly ‘is’ anymore, there are just shades of ‘isness’.
Over the ages, philosophers have ventured into the waters of the human psyche and grappled with the idea of single-mindedness. To be of ‘sound mind’ has always been important; and that implies being single in our interior nature. That unity expressed by a group of people…
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The Light Behind the Story 