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I am experiencing fear.

 

 I say experiencing it because I am not drowning in it like I did when my inner critic would beat it to death.  I am just feeling it and asking for guidance as to why it's presenting itself to me.  Life is a bit more calm for me which is utterly out of the scope of my previous reality.  So this fear is not the kind that is frightening and needing a pound of white light and love to conquer it.  It is just there with a message for me.

 

I am going through this process where my dreams are quickly becoming reality.  Where my connection to Prime Creator and my energy guides is becoming stronger.  Where my astral travels are becoming more substantial.  I am learning knew skills to heal myself and teach others. 

 

And I am reminded I have been here before.

 

2007 was a year of great change for me.  I began daily meditation.  I learned to write my goals and true desires down on paper and give them up to my guides to manifest.  I began to physically feel energies around me.  I learned then that I don't see things, I feel them and know that it is.  So I began to feel peoples moods and know their thoughts. 

 

It wasn't until I took my reiki level one atunement though that things got really out of my control and scary for me.  I took the course to help heal my son of some of his ailments.  Within a week of attaining the gift of healing hands I crossed paths with a broken winged Raven.  My totem animal.  The day after that I watched a puppy get hit by a car, but was too afraid to help lest I looked like a fool(and there were others on site pretty quick).  My teacher warned that both incidents were creator needing my services of light.  I didn't want to use the gift for that, just my son.  The very next day a paraplegic flipped his wheel chair in front of my van.    I got out and laid my hands on him while we waited for the ambulance.  I was mortified.

 

Why worry? A story about a dream called life.

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Why worry?
A story about a dream.

Hi. You might not know me, and frankly. It doesn't matter.
I'm a 22 year old man, living in Norway. Getting through life just as you.
This is the story about a dream. Called life.

You might be confused as to what I mean. But don't worry. All will be explained in the coming pages.

As I said. I'm a 22 year old man. Living my life just as any other man trying to figure out the meaning of life and what directions I should go for the utmost blessed experience.

Lately I've been getting alot of answers that seem to me to be the "truth".

What I didn't understand while aquiring these answers, is that everyone has their own "truth".
Ever heard or read a quote, story which you just instantly know to be the "truth"?
It is because it is the truth, for you.
How?
Well. I can only relate to my own experiences. As it's hard to relate to someone elses truth and spiritual experiences.
It all started when I had the weirdest of dreams.
Since I was a child, I've always had something with many names. For me the name was "Sleep paralysis".
The name might be something other for you, like "Lucid dreaming".
But for me it's Sleep paralysis because when I heard the name. I knew it was what I was struggling with for it resonated with me.
Feeling this was the truth.

Grief Poem: Camp Coffee

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Bubbling black erupts

into bouncing motion.

I thought I was almost through it but I am not.

Steam evaporates another

soul scar no one else can see.

The coffee grounds settle. It’s ready.

 

Pouring into loneliness  

will never fill this void, so I add cream.

Black liquid turns muddy brown.

Icy fingers of depression wrap around the cup.

My lips rest on the brim.

So many things I had to change when you left.

 

Why did this happen?

I am helpless and sometimes not fit for this world.

I miss you that much.

The  cup sits on frozen ground,

 such a cold place for your ashes.

I call out your name. Can you hear me?

 

Morning frost and boiling pot intertwine.

Your life and death is part of me

 guiding my muddy brown destiny.

Fire crackles. Coffee boils down into sludge

thick with grief, thick with love.

Love pure like cream forming cinnamon swirls.

 

Your memory beckons me to

expand my love for you onto others.

Creating beauty out of darkness, sunrise dries tears.

I lift my cup towards the heavens and

offer the last swig of camp coffee.

Here’s to you my love, here is to you.

 

 

 

Music (Hazrat Inayat Khan)

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“We grown-up people think that we appreciate music, but if we realized the sense that an infant has brought with it of appreciating sound and rhythm, we would never boast of knowing music. The infant is music itself.”
Hazrat Inayat Khan
Tara Grace

The Soul (Hazrat Inayat Khan)

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“I first believed without any hesitation in the existence of the soul, and then I wondered about the secret of its nature. I persevered and strove in search of the soul, and found at last that I myself was the cover over my own soul. I realized that that in me which believed and that in me that wondered, that which was found at last, was no other than my soul. I thanked the darkness that brought me to the light, and I valued this veil that prepared for me the vision in which I saw myself reflected, the vision produced in the mirror of my soul. Since then, I have seen all souls as my soul, and realized my soul as the soul of all. And what bewilderment it was when I realized that I alone was, if there were anyone, that I am whatever and whoever exists, and that I shall be whoever there will be in the future.”
Hazrat Inayat Khan

You Can Heal!

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Energy Medicine versus Conventional Medicine? Chiropractic versus Nutrition? MD versus Naturopath?

There is one basic starting point for healing. It starts with a desire for change for the better. It starts with your heart.  Not just wishing. Not just doing what is the most logical and rational thing to do based on randomized double-blinded studies.

Your body is your Teacher and Friend. If you would like to know more about releasing the magnificent power of healing that is within, more is here at: http://reikidoc.blogspot.com/2014/01/releasing-dis-ease-blockages-to-your.html

Mandela Asks, Who Taught You to Hate? Lesson #11 by Nazira

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Mandela Asks, Who Taught You to Hate?

 

Lesson #11  January 8, 2014

 

 

Nelson Mandela has died aged 95 

 

Mandela:  I speak to the people of Africa.

 

Who taught you to hate?

Your father?    Your mother?

Your teacher?

A different tribe?

Someone from outside your country?

 

Where are those who died with hate in their hearts?

 

Mandela:  Dear Nazira, come with me.  Let us visit a man who died with hate in his heart.  Where do you think he is now?

 

Nazira:  I have travelled to that place before, with an Archangel.  He taught me how to help those who cannot learn to love without some angelic guidance.  We can go together.

 

Mandela:  Would you like to show me the way?

 

Nazira: No, sir.  An archangel must accompany us, until we are approved to go by ourselves.  I will call Archangel Gabriel, he is my Protector.

 

Nazira:  [Archangel stands before us, very tall, gowned in cream and gold.]

 

Gabriel:  Greetings, little one.  Do you have a new assignment today?

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