Hello everyone and first things first let me wish a huge dose of gratitude to Anna, Louise, Neil, Shipa and Jo for taking the time to comment, like, love and participate in the healing we did last night. It was amazing and certainly felt the energy doing what it could in these difficult times.
I always remember from many years ago reading an article once about when sentient beings reach a certain level of intelligence that they run the real risk of destroying the very place of existence that they inhabit. When you look throughout the cosmos you wonder how many so called intelligent beings managed to do just that. However, before we get cloaked in doom let's also remember than many do make it past that point and learn to find that harmony. The golden energy coming in right now is shining a light on the old ways and it's up to humanity to take up the gift that is being offered.
Anyways, onto much better things and goodness me, what a fabulous weekend we enjoyed at the Shakra Centre. There was so much going on with readings, development groups, meditation groups, platform medium groups and Reiki courses that I'm struggling to keep up with it all. It was so positive and such a tonic to all the other nonsense going on right now. Thank you so much to all who came along and to the team at the centre for allowing it all to happen. Definitely fabulous times.
I'm at the centre again this weekend so if anyone reading this would enjoy an in person reading, meditation or healing then don't hesitate to get in touch. I'd be more than happy to work with you.
Let's end with a little poem before I leave you all in peace
Scattered, you find
An irregular haven
Separation and silence
Where you might dance
Care nought for opinions
From myopic scales
Where you must perform
Wear forgotten cloaks
What world do you search?
In fake pilgrimage
Scour idol truths
When gurus cry
Old scud tears
In halls of psychosis
Scriptures proclaim
Drunk frog wisdom
Invite you to drink
New honey spawn
Fermented to ignorance
Of sewn senses
Don't see, hear, listen
Taste, touch or feel
Life to floorboards
Who never creak
Nay, young milksops
Will shine instant light
To books of endless faces
Who believe all what's said
Dark gods stroke beards
Light fires that ignite
Cradles of squirrel homes
Where all must burrow
Depart the binary
Inhale bees breath and wine
Here is something fresh
Called reality (or perhaps not)
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