In the first instance many years ago, I was shocked and aghast at the accusations which were made, particularly as it hit the papers. I wasn’t always privy to the detail of what was happening within the Esoteric community, just now and again when it came to the media did it grasp my attention. It made me nervous and I hoped it would just blow over, but the years ticked on and no end appeared in sight. Continue reading “Universal Medicine: I’m a Part of all of This”
Have you ever in your life looked at something and thought, “Where do I start?” It could have been whilst cleaning, de-cluttering a space, moving house, starting a project, writing an assignment… the list goes on. Many times I have gone into overwhelm (and sometimes still do), asking myself this question and making the task bigger in my mind than it truly is… which if I do that, of course I will not know where to start! Continue reading “Where do I Start?”
There is power in delicateness, and we feel this when we are moved by the beauty of a flower.
The beauty of a flower lies in its delicateness. The tender petals, often tissue thin, the tiny stamen, and the arrangement of the petals that seem to barely hold together. Continue reading “Our Delicateness”
Harmony isn’t necessarily something that we get to feel a lot of in this world, yet each of us knows it intimately and instantly. When we say aloud the word harmony, a vibration is felt that holds its true essence. We know harmony; we know it inside out, even if we don’t feel harmonious within ourselves or observe it in everyday life very much at all. Continue reading “To Misinterpret Harmony”
Most of us are familiar with the term ‘walking your talk.’
We usually take it to mean that what we talk, the principles we tell other people about, the way of living we endorse, the philosophies we hold and believe to be true and worthy, should be the way that we walk, i.e. the way that we live our life. Continue reading “Talking His Walk”
When I came to the works of Serge Benhayon, I was invited to look at my relationship with religion. At first, all I could do was worry – worry about what would be said about religion and the effect this would be having on the people around me, including myself. I seemed to carry an inner-tension I had built up since I was young that would result in an increasing heartbeat the moment religion was spoken about. Continue reading “What is My True Religion?”