Due to family circumstances, I have had some tough times learning to find my place in the world. However, I have always felt safe in the world of nature, outside, with animals.
One of my earliest memories is at age six or seven sitting in a meadow in the sunshine, surrounded by Welsh mountains, observing a brown and white cow chewing her cud, feeling very much part of a living, changing scene (though nothing much was happening) as if I, a little child, was somehow essential to the beauty of it; as if my being there provided a focus and a reason – was important, an energy essential to the scene. When I think of that moment, I feel happy and free, secure that I was (am) very much in the world and of it. I feel whole. I see it and experience it like it was yesterday, in vibrant colour, feeling the warmth of the air around me. Continue reading “The Cycles of Nature – Returning to My Clairsentience”
It happens to most of us at some stage of our lives, that we have the feeling there is something more to life than what we see and know with our five senses.
Some may dismiss this as wishful thinking; others may pursue it towards the direction of seeking to find an organised religion, a new age pursuit or life on other planets. But what if we all have the ability equally to access a wisdom that can literally pour through us when we choose to surrender to it? What if there is absolutely nothing to do to get this to happen other than acknowledge its presence, and connect to it? Can it be that simple? Continue reading “What if the Ageless Wisdom is with Us All the Time?”
Albert Einstein so consummately demonstrated what is now a widely held scientific fact, that everything is energy – and therefore, is it possible that “everything is because of energy” (Serge Benhayon, 1999)? If so, could everything we do, say and think have an energetic source? Continue reading “Everything Is Energy”
When I was a child my parents had a beach house in a quiet area outside the city. My sisters and I used to complain about having to spend our holidays and most weekends away from our friends. Though we would occasionally bring friends to stay, it was like we were missing out on growing up in a society with all its enticements – shopping centre hangouts and the like. There was also another part of me that was relieved that I had the space to be in wonder with the world a little longer than many of my peers.
My sisters and I used to sleep in the backyard under the stars in summer. I would wake up halfway through the night and lay there in awe – magnetised to a sky filled with billions of stars. It was so dark, we could see everything – so many stars that to this day I’ve not found a place quite the same. I remember shooting stars every second and feeling like the sky was so close, as if it was moving closer towards me the longer I looked at it – now I understand this to mean that the seemingly close proximity was a reflection of feeling the universe inside me. I’d lay there for hours just staring at the grandness and majesty of it all. It was like my eyes got wider and my heart expanded up and out to meet it all. Pure connection with a divine aspect of me that is still palpable as I write about it. Nonetheless, it was a connection I decided to completely sully on the basis that no one and nothing was meeting me with the same grandness and majesty that the stars did. Continue reading “Returning to Wonderment – A Practical Return”
“Each man for himself,” “blood runs thicker than water” and “dog eats dog” are the superficially contradictory war cries of the global community of captives, a pocket of which a little girl was born into in Holland in the 16th century. Momentarily all those adopted qualities were suspended though, as the village came together to celebrate the arrival of this latest addition to their community. Continue reading “Dulle Griet (Mad Meg) is Not so Mad After All?”
Recently a friend used a figure of speech while describing a situation involving an unexpected detail that later turned out to be crucial to the success of their project, but after going unnoticed, caused further disruption and complications to occur. It made me contemplate the meaning and foundation of this now commonly known idiom.
Many people may be familiar with the phrase ‘the Devil’s in the details’, which some claim was originally used by the atheist German philosopher Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (in German: “Der Teufel steckt im Detail”(1)) and later adopted by many other cultures around the world, although paradoxically the exact ‘details’ of its origin seem difficult to determine. It generally “refers to problems or difficulties that result from the unforeseen nature of unexamined details. It refers to a catch hidden in the details rather than the truth in its abstract sense.”(2) This was indeed the saying used by my friend during our discussion, but after having a feeling that something did not seem right about that phrase (probably stemming from the fact that I personally have never believed in the existence of the ‘Devil’), I decided to do a little digging into the true foundation of this phrase. Continue reading “The Angel’s In The Details”