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A Story for the Dark Moon

A Story for the Dark Moon

When I was in the very beginning of my “spiritual” path, I spent 3 years doing weekly dreamwork. Both of my parents were trained in the art, so I wasn’t a total stranger – but this was the first time I made a practice of writing down my dreams and working with them in a group.

꧁Shadow Woman꧂

꧁Shadow Woman꧂

I was 22 when I had my first mystical experiences. One came to me in a dream: I dream I am in this small, black room, and I see no way out. But suddenly, out of nowhere, a cloaked woman appears. She beckons towards the wall…

Embodied Voice

Embodied Voice

Embodied Voice : : A STORY OF BECOMING : : As a child, all through primary school, I was provoked and teased for my emotions ~ somehow I hadn’t learned to hide them like everyone else, so they were still very alive, easily called to the surface. So in order to protect...
Autumn Grief

Autumn Grief

The flowers have all faded, the seeds scattered to the wind and to be swallowed by the ground; the moisture has evaporated and leaves burnt by the sun hang on by a mere thread before casting themselves off to die and become mulch and eventually new soil…

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