In Ireland I met many stone beings and now in Maine I'm meeting log beings. In the deep silence of the sea, behind the sound of waves, beyond the rush of the stream in the deep forest--all--lies the land of Nod. And I say the land of Nod is the land of inner Knowing.
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Remember your forgotten song:
The notes are nothing. Yet you have kept them with you, not for themselves, but as a soft reminder of what would make you weep if you remembered how dear it was to you...you know that nothing in the world you learned is half so dear as this. Listen, and see if you remember an ancient song you knew so long ago and held more dear than any melody you taught yourself to cherish since. --ACIM Read More
An Online Class by Savitri
Discover who you truly are
Experience is your portal to inner joy.
Joy rises out of the peace that passes all understanding.
7 steps in seven weeks
Delving into yourself and finding your light being, your source of joy.
Nothing is exactly as it seems
Because reality is often hidden behind illusions.
Joy rises out of the peace that passes all understanding.
BEGINNING OCTOBER 16, 2017
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I never tire of these morning skies in Inishowen. Every day different. Every day a vision of all the manifestations of light from the heavens above.
Whenever I would watch films about Ireland, I was captivated by the classical Irish cottage. Ooooo, I'd love to live in one of those. And now here I am.
Maybe it's auspicious. Something about to shift. Today was the first day you can walk all the way to where the waves break. They are soft breaking, not crashing. Tide is creeping in and you notice the water will soon make a circle around you. So you leave.
These stone or cliff beings reveal themselves to you in their own time. This one, by far the largest, only recently showed herself. You bow down in awe.
Your eyes scan the high ledges of the cliffs now. You usually find the ancient stone beings down low, or at eye level. There She is. The Lady who presides. You can hear the words: "Take off your sandals for you are standing on holy ground. Tell them that 'I Am' sent you." You bow down, your face in the sand. You feel the heat on your forehead. The roar of the waves, her speech, flooding you. Your hair stands on end.
Who is She beyond Regal, Divine, Mother, Queen. Read More
Where are they going? Where did they come from? Does it matter if they are leading anywhere or not?
