Category: Spiritual Practice

This category has some anecdotes, stories, muses of everyday life with a spiritual outlook. And also those small yet meaningful practical tools.

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The Dragonfly

This morning, I found this piece I wrote in 2017 and decided to use it for this month’s blog post. I’m currently travelling in the Netherlands. I left the draft of this blog post on my computer screen and headed for Hilversum, today’s agenda. The moment I pulled my phone out to take a picture in the beautiful purple flower field, a dragonfly landed on my phone. I could not take a picture of my phone with a dragonfly on it when I needed it to take a picture. I called my partner. By the time he came, the dragonfly flew away. I sighed, but my partner asked me not to move. The cute dragonfly just flew up and landed on top of my hat. How synchronistic!

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Turn Thoughts to Thinking

“Turn thoughts to thinking.” When this idea first came to me on one of those morning walks, it lit a light bulb in my head. Everything became crystal clear, including many ways I could use it to illustrate and explain how the mind works, or not.

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The Unfinished Life

Who would go to the Big Island of Hawaii to stay in the place they rent for more days than they go about exploring?

Not me. I had my snorkel trips booked, my hiking shoes packed for the cold mountain summit, my 5 swimming suits selected…

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Before You Left

What do you mean, Father left? I stared at the screen, simple words, I couldn’t understand. Did you love me enough? Did you encourage me enough? Did you accept me enough? Have you ever expressed yourself enough?

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Many Blessings Will Come

Over a month ago, my third book was released. It’s been a ride, and I have enjoyed every step of the creation of the book that I can now hold in my hands. I’ve never had a child, but my...

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Being Authentic

Some think being authentic is not telling lies, being good, doing the right things, the good things – the good-girl, good-boy syndrome. We have been programmed to think in those terms. But where does that concept of being a good girl, being a good boy really come from? It may just come from other people who want to keep you in line, who want to keep you doing what they want you to do. It has nothing to do with being authentic. It has something to do with control. It gets ingrained in us over and over again in the early years.

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Without Trying to Hypnotize You

Without trying to hypnotize you, I’d like you to stare into the graphic art for a minute or two.

Maybe lots of circles, maybe a depth, maybe confusing, maybe fractured, maybe patterns, or even motion…

It’s a natural thing when you look into such an image and begin to see movement. The brain doesn’t know how to read all the patterns that have been specifically designed, so it starts seeing motions, and many times a motion will draw you into it. Sometimes it’ll feel like it’s coming at you.

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There’s No Reason

How many times do you click on a video link and find your own name being sung into a beautifully made song?

Well, it happened to me once. It was a surprise to find my name in a catchy, fun, and upbeat song, produced by bthemothion. The singer-songwriter Ian knows how to sum me up with that line.

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Moving Forward with Hindsight

The stupidity doesn’t lie in what you did, but in calling yourself stupid.

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“Aliens” Among Us

Audrey is a young woman who has started losing pigments since when she was 17 years old. As a result of that, she doesn’t look like her parents and siblings at all. Extremely fair skin and blond hair with big blue eyes, she is tall. There is a certain lightness in her manner, something unspeakably different about her, something out of place. I felt a little bit displaced by her energy. She did extremely well without making any effort in school. She also has memories of being on a ship, but there is nothing scary about it, as was reported by some other abductees. Instead, Audrey feels that is home. She cried in tears in hypnosis missing her “home”.