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Seeking Comfort…

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“The World holds no interest for me unless I look forward,

when my eyes are on the future I am full of excitement…”

Teilhard de Chardin

DAY: Slowly awakening, gently shrouded in a veil of fine mist, soft rain, mellow.

WORD: Tenderness

COLOUR: Platinum

FEELING: Aware of renewal

BODY: Recovering, weak, healing

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THE COLLECTIVE: A need for an intensity of love and faith…feeling sensitive to any unexpected change – seeking comfort

INSIGHTS: ‘So do not let a weary body and a perhaps somewhat befuddled mind

hold you back more than necessary.’

Aisha North

It is time to regain balance. Finally beginning to accept that all the trivia is but that – as we graciously receive an understanding that there IS a bigger plan. Acceptance.

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The more eagerly we race to the sky,

the more intense the 
lessons that bring us back to earth.

The universe has 
no interest in our flight from reality.

It wants us right 
here.

Nowhere else…but here.”
Jeff Brown

You can read copies of my 7-8-page Newsletters – SATORI – at http://www.alorahsnewsletter.com

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Viewing the World With New Eyes…

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There are a special few times


In our lives when we pass by each other,


When trees dance, and rain falls upward,


When the ocean calls as if it remembers


Our names,


When the moon is poured out like whiskey,


And coyotes gather in total silence…


When time for an instant stops,


And the rocks beneath our feet share secrets.


These are the moments of true kinship,


That small minds call eternity!


Eric

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TODAY: Dark and low mysterious cloud formations. A slow, cool morning, my world taking its time to wake from its nightly slumber here…Light rain through the night. Autumnal feel is in the air…It feels calm and clement today…

IN ONE WORD: Faith

COLOUR OF THE DAY: Platinum

HOW I FEEL: I have experienced quite a challenging time with a new computer. Today I am back on my old iMac and feel way more comfortable. I have persevered for days, but have still not managed to become comfortable or technically compatible with the new MacBook Air…Today I woke finally admitting my disappointment at my new ‘baby’…Yes, perhaps I will overcome this feeling in the next week or month, but for now, that’s where I find myself. For that reason I have done little writing in the past week. I long to get back into the flow of my usual energy.

BODY: A need for long hours of sleep, many vivid dreams, integrating new energies(?), many thoughts and insights…

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INSIGHTS: The Earth and Sky need to be viewed with new eyes….vision needs to be expanded and opened. New learning and sharing must happen for the Earth to truly shift these powerful areas of the planet in accordance with the Universe and new new Gaia…The present ways currently understood and ‘worked’ are from the ‘old’ world.

From the cellular to the world itself, everything seems to many to be in chaos! Which we must try to understand – must be – before any real change can manifest. This is how we evolve. It will take time. Listen…wait…

THE COLLECTIVE: The love that Christ Consciousness and Mary bring and hold, will support hearts and souls as we move gently and bravely into what feels like a new almost unrecognisable world…allow your own inner wisdom to move you in which ever direction feels right for you…there are no mistakes, there is only love.
Many still feel the need to move out of cities and large towns. Cities feel fast, overly busy, frantic, out of harmony and crowded.

AFFIRMATION: “Everything happens in perfect time for my own evolution…”

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God…was in the food they ate,

in the water they drank,

in the air they breathed,

in the Earth they trod on and died on,

in the words they spoke,

in the sleep they slept and the dreams they dreamt,

in the everywhere and the everything…

Albert Wendt 

Samoan Writer

My August Newsletter – SATORI is done: http://www.alorahsnewsletter.com


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Wake Up…there is no end….

“The feral woman is a woman making her way back.

She is learning to wake up, pay attention, stop being naive, uninformed.

She takes life into her own hands.

To re-learn the deep feminine instincts, it is vital to see how they were decommissioned to begin with.” 

~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes

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DAY: crisp, unsettled

WORD: proceeding

COLOUR: orange

FEELING: of the earth and the stars….

BODY: light, ungrounded, heady

THE COLLECTIVE: seeking, adjusting, waiting

INSIGHTS: Mother Earth and your body/minds, and merely a continuum of the evolution of life on Earth…there is no end…. this process is but another phase of the upliftment of humankind and the planet. It is an earthly process.

The Return 

Some day, if you are lucky,

You’ll return from a thunderous journey

trailing snake scales, wing fragments

and the musk of Earth and Moon. 

Eyes will examine you for signs

of damage, or change

and you too will wonder

if your skin shows traces 

of fur, or leaves,

if thrushes have built a nest

of your hair, if Andromeda

burns from your eyes. 

Do not be surprised by prickly questions

from those who barely inhabit

their own fleeting lives, who barely taste

their own possibility, who barely dream. 

If your hands are empty, treasureless,

if your toes have not grown claws

if your obedient voice has not

become a wild cry, a howl, 

you will reassure them. We warned you,

they might declare, there is nothing else,

no point, no meaning, no mystery at all,

just this frantic waiting to die. 

And yet, they tremble, mute,

afraid you’ve returned without sweet

elixir for unspeakable thirst, without

a fluent dance or holy language 

to teach them, without a compass

bearing to a forgotten border where

no one crosses without weeping

for the terrible beauty of galaxies 

and granite and bone. They tremble,

hoping your lips hold a secret,

that the song your body now sings

will redeem them, yet they fear 

your secret is dangerous, shattering,

and once it flies from your astonished

mouth, they, like you, must disintegrate

before unfolding tremulous wings.  

 Geneen Marie Haugen

Art Charles Frizzel