I no longer watch the news or read newspapers, but I know that if anything happens that I need to know, my guides and angels will ensure I learn about it. Naturally, I heard about the attacks in Brussels and was just as horrified as everyone else. But I had another underlying emotion which I had trouble identifying. It felt a bit like anger, but had tinges of incredulity and
The Art of Feminine Presence 5 week course, that I have been attending, finished last night. I found it a wonderful way to connect with some lovely ladies and to focus on my femininity. From talking with the other ladies, everyone seemed to have different experiences of the course and come away with different outcomes – all of them positive. For me, one outcome was a greater ability to love
I was at an Art of Feminine Presence workshop last night, where I experienced great joy during one of the moving meditations. When I was describing my experience it was all about my energy, and I realised later that I had completely forgotten about my body, even though it had been included in the meditation. This morning I started to reflect on why we are here on this physical plane,
The quote from the Tao Te Ching on Wayne Dyer’s Change Your Thoughts – Change Your Life perpetual calendar earlier this week: The muddiest water clears as it is stilled. And out of that stillness, life arises. From my reading of Neale Donald Walsch’s Conversations With God books, I learned that Life, is another name for Love, which is another name for God. So if you read the above quote
I hadn’t had much time to think about blogging today and now that I have, time is getting away from me. So I thought I would offer you an excerpt about time from one of my books: We Are One. Angela, the character in my books, learned to have conversations with God, just as Neale Donald Walsch and many others had done before her. There is nothing special about Angela,
When I was walking on the beach the other day, I saw a huge block of polystyrene with half-inch thick steel plate attached to either side of it. The edges of the steel plate had been broken rather than cut, and I wondered what it had been and where it had come from. The steel on both sides had become the home to a large number of large barnacles, so
I watched a National Geographic program yesterday entitled Explorer: The Cult of Mary. The program was about people who had travelled to Medjugorje in Bosnia and Herzegovina, where six visionaries had seen an apparition of Mother Mary regularly since 1981. One lady travelled to Medjugorje in the hopes of finding a cure for her terminal brain cancer. Although she died five months later, her mother said she had become more
As I awoke this morning – Christmas Eve – I woke up singing “The Little Drummer Boy”, and as I imagined the scenes described in the song, I felt the strong presence of Jesus. Every morning I greet God, my angels, and my guides, but this morning I added a greeting to Jesus. I remembered back to when I first learned to communicate with my angels and guides, and how
I have been reading Wayne Dyer’s book, Excuses Begone!, in which he assigns a chapter to Passion, which he starts with a quote from Aeschylus: “When a man’s willing and eager, God joins in.” It always feels, when we are doing something we are passionate about, that we have resources at our disposal greater than that of our limited individual selves. Rather than God joining in when we are following
The greatest lesson I learned this week has been to go with the flow. My husband broke his arm nearly two weeks ago, and we had been booked into a holiday house at Byron Bay for the following week. I knew that the chances of cancelling with such short notice were slim, because they would only cancel the booking if they could find someone else to rebook. At the time