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Memoirs of a Past Life Tourist
Come On In
“You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.” Rumi Everything I need to know about science I learned from watching Star Trek the Next Generation. For example, I learned that… Read More
7 – 7 – 7
July 7, 1942 They’ve come. The young couple hold each other desperately, their infant son, carried in their embrace, sleeps unaware. She trembles and he leans a hot kiss on her forehead, murmuring that everything will be alright,… Read More
Then Something Weird Happened
“Miracles come in moments. Be ready and willing.” Dr. Wayne W. Dyer Fourteenth row. I can’t believe how close we are to the stage. Was I even this excited when I saw Billy Joel perform live in Calgary… Read More
Past Life Tour Guide
As you may be able to tell by the many memories I have shared in this blog, I really enjoy being a past life tourist. Exploring other lifetimes and remembering the lessons learned has been incredibly healing and a… Read More
The Saffron Wars
“Pitiful, foolish son! Why have I been cursed with such a child?” I close my eyes to shut out the sound of her voice. My father’s sunken face sits behind my eyelids. “More flower! Do not shame my… Read More
Waiting Always
I coax no fish today. There will be a hollow in my stomach as I have run out of brown food and the winter months continue long past the time that spring is meant to appear. It is… Read More
Wind Chimes – A guest blog by Erin McDonald
After receiving two very vivid regressions from my brilliant friend, Brenda late last Spring, I discovered that I’m highly suggestible. This was doubly confirmed several weeks later, when while meditating I accidentally regressed myself. I traveled through the… Read More
The Sweetest Flower
I stand and stretch, enjoying the feel of the hot sun on my face. Brushing dirt from my knees and my hands I survey the garden patch of rich brown soil with the barest of green shoots stretching… Read More
Meas Mundus
“I have a gift for you, Wife”. Gnaeus caresses my yellow hair with his gnarled hand. I lean into his touch, and smile into his eyes, the only part of him that has not been ravaged by illness…. Read More
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