We are all one. We are all part of one interbeing. We all part of one collective consciousness. We are indivisible in pure awareness. We are forever, entangled. Even the physicists say so. In experience of working with people, such…
We are all one. We are all part of one interbeing. We all part of one collective consciousness. We are indivisible in pure awareness. We are forever, entangled. Even the physicists say so. In experience of working with people, such…
The mind is like a traveller in a wood that comes to a choice of left or right. Because it believes itself all powerful, it is unable to allow that regardless of whether it turns left or right, the rain…
“The movement from mind to experience is the most critical shift in self-development. In that moment, we open the means to express who we authentically are, and who we need to be.” About the Spiritual Psychology Education at Chashymie Plato…
Can you imagine the body as a portal to other dimensions? Could being “here” be more awesome and mysterious than our habit-dulled mind tends to believe? Where is here? Could here simultaneously be somewhere else? When we look for the here, through physical sensation or mental…
The mother wound is the pain of being designated either as a woman or man as passed down through generations in patriarchal cultures. It includes the dysfunctional coping mechanisms that are used to process that pain. Contrary to the popular thought, the…
Here, I can catch you Broken in the pit of a bottomless place Where even loneliness loses its floor And dreams disappear in darkness Winding away the strings That the music of your life has used. Betrayed, in silence That allows…
We are so conditioned, so programmed, like the computers, that we cannot learn something new. The computer can, but we can’t see the tragedy of it. The machine that we have created, the computer, can learn much faster, infinitely more.…
When division bells are ringing and wars are breaking out inside ourselves and in the world around, a yearning for freedom (or even a rage for freedom) can be an engine of destruction. Empowered by the fresh taste of clarity and truth,…
Why do you pretend, my lovely? There, on that lonely height? How are you truly believing that these thin cries of strife can rival the earthly cry of life?
You don’t know it yet, love, in a snow storm of despair You don’t feel it yet, peace, as sensation of care is cutting too deep for this one to bare. You don’t realize it yet, universe so needing, how…