Tag Archives: Mandala
Dreams and Dancers
Dreams are stories that have something to tell us. They hold the key to what gets opened that comes through from our soul’s desire. It is a combination of putting together what we need and looking at what new developments … Continue reading
Incoming New Soul arrives with the New Year.
I have a habit of praying for incoming souls in general for the last fifty years. But I usually just have one or two I know about personally that I am praying for at any given time. Once I met … Continue reading
Season’s Greetings from the Unconscious.
Yesterday, I had the great opportunity to go apple picking out near Shenandoah Town. There was a big bumper crop this year and after we filled a few bags full to overflowing, we walked up to the barn to wash … Continue reading
In Wonderful Wild West Virginia
It is winter time and above freezing, as the sun starts down in the western sky. I am staying in the mountains near Cast, in a warm Farm House with warm people. It is the day before the start of … Continue reading
Doors on the Past – An Acorn of Life
The waxing gibbous moon came in the window of the tent, from between trees, as we were settling down the night. The whippoorwill made a mad blast of sound a time or two and stopped again. Lying on the ground … Continue reading
New Year 01/02/2021
While dreams are my go to modality for being of service to others, I also could not do that work without the help of meditation. It is like some kind of cushion which protects me and puts me on my feet all at the same time. Continue reading
Moriah Grapples with Scapegoating
Moriah knew about the rituals of scapegoating. What started out as a ritual of putting all the blame for evil onto the head of one person and murdering them was no longer practiced. It moved into the idea that a goat … Continue reading
The Mask
I was invited or more accurately was able to go the Cape Charles, because a friend found herself there without her favorite nieces who were too busy at College. I had a great time and while there was some remnant … Continue reading
The Scythe and the Reaper
Mirrors sometimes appear in dreams so we can see a reflection of something like our own death. But the dream also brings the motif of the Phoenix, rising as the soul rises after death out of this little corner of the universe. Continue reading
Of Motor Bikes and Monsters
I loves the story I heard from a grandmother and I loved seeing the motorbikes in Harrisonburg. Continue reading
Rose Longworth Counseling 