Real Love

Love is the reason my chest expands and the influx of air fills my lungs, love is the reason the sun rises to meet the sky each and every day. Love is the creator of all things both seen and unseen, love is that force, the emulation of intention and attraction, the end result of a unison of all that is. To be loved is to be part of something incredible, a cog in the workings of the universe, for where there are 2 or more gathered in thy name…. Not a single cog in the workings is any more important than the other, take out the smallest piece and it all stops working as it should. We are all equal.
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A Post From Our Facebook Group - Life's Struggles

This is a copy of the facebook group post I placed some weeks ago. This was in response to someone being a little closed minded.
As far as I remember, my life began with writing, at the age of 11. I wrote a piece that looking back showed me who I was even at that young age, about the world and the people in it are like a chain and we are only as strong as the weakest link. At the age of 16 and after no real religion in my life, I had many questions, I was happy to not have had the training as any one religion which meant I was open to find out what was out there and like finding a new car, find one that suited me. Read More...

I Tell My Chidren

I tell my children that the childhood fantasies that they think have been pulled away from them one by one as they grow older is not true magic, santa and the tooth fairy are but cheap parlor tricks compared to what is really out there, to what awaits for you to find in the deeper recesses of your being.
I tell them that the older I become, more amazing more beautiful magic is revealed to me in all its splendor, and I am brought to my knees in its beauty. The older I become the younger I feel as the possibilities of this universe are revealed to me, one secret at a time, we are not one of us alone. blogEntryTopper Read More...

My letter to all family and friends soon on facebook.

I am about to change the course of my path in life, I have always thought that some of the things I have had a natural ability for was my destiny, but it seems not, at least not right now. Some things have been made so very clear to me this past year and although it has been a journey of mine since a fateful day, May 10th 1986, I never thought until now that it might actually turn into something. A destiny of sorts.

It has become painfully clear to me I am to be a stoker of the coals as a very good friend has told me. A person to help boost the inner flames of a spiritual nature and not necessarily on a religious realm, but a deep inner yearning that many of us have inside these days. Read More...