Jackstraws: Untangling A Complicated Life

by Golnaz, BSc, London, UK

Have you ever played a game of jackstraws (also known as pick-up-sticks), where you start with a tangled pile of thin sticks and the players attempt in turn to remove a single stick without disturbing the whole pile? Moving just one stick tends to disturb the whole lot and, sometimes, odd sticks will fall away from the pile making them easy to get to.

I have created a complicated life for myself that resembles a jackstraw pile. Continue reading “Jackstraws: Untangling A Complicated Life”

Glorious Glory

by Janina Koch, Cologne, Germany

This song was inspired by the awareness that when we reconnect to ourselves we reconnect to the oneness we are all from, in essence we return… as One. It inspires us to remember that we are of Heaven and can bring Heaven to our everyday lives – simply by being ourselves. This song is sung and performed by Janina Koch. Continue reading “Glorious Glory”

The Mole on My Nose & Pinocchio… Lying or Truth?

by Shannon Everest, Ocean Shores Australia

A few years ago, I started to grow a mole on the tip of my nose. It began very, very small and slowly started to grow bigger. After about 8 months of observing it grow a little bit bigger over time, I decided it was time to stop and have a really good look at this.

I did have an issue with the way that it looked on my nose, but bigger than that was the fact that I could feel something was being expressed to me through this suddenly appearing on my nose. It felt like this mole had something to say and that it was there for a reason. I had a pretty good feeling that the mole growing on my nose had a lot to do with me lying to myself, in the same tradition as Pinocchio lying and his nose growing bigger. I could feel that I too had been lying to myself and therefore to others, and my body had found its own way of letting me know… which was ‘smack-bang’ right in front of my face – literally. Continue reading “The Mole on My Nose & Pinocchio… Lying or Truth?”

From Empty Returns to Investing in Me

By Julie Chung, Melbourne

I have come to realise that in the past I have been an extremely bad investor. Over all of my 56 years and all that I have invested in, I should be a very wealthy, healthy and wise person by now. But all I kept getting were empty returns that needed to be filled up with another investment to satisfy me. It left me feeling incomplete and not enough as a person, which was very dis-empowering, draining and totally not who I now know myself to be.

I realised that I can’t possibly feel or know the fullness of me or who I truly am at those times because I’ve chosen to not feel what I truly need and instead go with outside stimulation as a filler – and it doesn’t work. It was like trying to fill something with nothing, so I couldn’t possibly feel open and spacious, vital and complete. Continue reading “From Empty Returns to Investing in Me”

Radical Simplicity: A Karmic Nexus Resolved

by Alan Johnston, Pottsville

I have just finished with a twenty-year abusive relationship. Even though we ‘divorced’ ten years back, it carried on. Several weeks ago it ended up in the Supreme Court where it finally broke open on this stern, bewigged, legal reef.

No alcohol, physical violence or passionate emotions were involved – just brittleness, control and karma. Karma – for those not familiar, is reaping what you have sown, facing the consequences of previous loveless actions or lack of truth. Continue reading “Radical Simplicity: A Karmic Nexus Resolved”

Stopping Within Sight of the Finish Line

by Gabriele Conrad, Goonellabah, Australia

I had an amazing experience yesterday: I was editing a text and I could feel how I wanted it to be finished before I went to my day job. Nothing new really, but I was intrigued and wanted to find out more. As usual, I even checked ahead to see how full the remaining pages were and how much text there was on the last page especially – the less text, the quicker I would be able to get it done and send it off.

So I checked to see how much more there was to do. I had already realised over time what a bad habit the counting of pages and checking ahead was, but it was such a strong pattern it seemed hard to crack. Continue reading “Stopping Within Sight of the Finish Line”