I have recently been thinking about the human experience and how sometimes it can feel as though we have so many different feelings and views at the same time. Sometimes I feel like I have many different aspects or parts inside me all competing for attention. It is not the case that we are one faceted beings and if we are having conflicting feelings of anger , rage or shame it can sometimes lead to feeling afraid of some aspects of self and a need to cut off from or ‘demonise’ these parts. I understand these ‘demons’ not to actually be demonic. They have become so because we have been supressing our awareness of them and as the years go by, they take on a kind of ‘power’ and exhaust us by taking up all our prana or energy, by sabotaging our attempts, our relationships and our dreams.

However, these demons are not our enemy, they can’t be wished away or cut off or killed, they are an integral part of us that we have severed and as a result have taken reign of certain aspects of our lives. In therapy we call this the ‘child of history’ or the ‘adapted child’. At a young age through trauma or abuse, neglect, overly critical or dominant parenting, inconsistent parenting or simply not getting what we want, we create coping strategies in order to survive. There is nothing inherently ‘bad’ about these coping strategies, they helped us to survive. However, when we are grown up and not living with those situations anymore and the coping strategy has taken over our ability to choose what is good for us, we must apply some tools in order to be able to make the choices that will empower and serve us.

I have made headway through yoga, meditation and psychotherapy with my coping strategies.  However, I still have times when they get hold of the reigns and rise up, usually when there is some conflict or disappointment. Recently I entered a collection of my poems into a few competitions, I found out the other day that I had not been shortlisted for any of them. I felt rejected and I began to think ‘My poetry is not good enough’ and then I realised, I recognise this feeling coming from the powerful longing of my childhood to be seen and be praised and acknowledged. This feeling is a familiar one to me, having worked deeply with meditation and therapy. On recognising this and bringing awareness, I could soothe this part of me with understanding and hold a loving space for her, instead of allowing the feelings to engulf me and completely rubbish all my work and possibly rubbish other people’s poetry out of spite.

I believe that through deeply understanding the original coping strategies and using awareness to hold a space for the ‘child of history’ we can begin to get hold of the reigns again. However, it does take time and it’s a long journey into the self.  This is not a matter that can be ‘cured’ either, it cannot be fixed by a 40 day practice, positive thinking or a few powerful Kriya’s. Although yoga and meditation is a wonderful tool to begin to create more awareness, short term fixes won’t work here, this is a long term relationship which must be forged and attended to every moment through awareness and self kindness, engaging with each situation and relationship with an open heart and an intention to stay open with trust and courage, which is in fact, what I believe true yoga to be.

The greatest and most important problems of life are all fundamentally insoluble. They can never be solved but only outgrown.

~Carl Jung.

Sat nam,
Elaine 'Akal Dev'
http://www.blissfulmind.co.uk

I had a dream the other day. I was back at my parents’ old house in a small room that we used to call the “library”, because the walls were covered with shelves full of books. I was about to teach a yoga class in that room. People had already spread out their yoga mats ready for practice. The interesting thing was that Yogi Bhajan was also in the room. I have never had a dream about him and I never met him while he was alive, so this is a very special dream to me. When I entered the room, there was a person standing in the front leading people to do some kind of very strange movements. I just stood there dumbstruck wanting to say “Hey, who are you and what on earth are you doing?”. But could not bring out a word. I just felt this insecurity creep into my body immobilising me completely. “Maybe that’s how it’s done and I am wrong in thinking that this is weird… Maybe this is in fact great, I am just too ignorant to see it… Maybe I should just follow; I must be wrong… Who am I to know better?” In the end, the insecurity won and I took over and continued with the strange choreography. Suddenly, Yogi Bhajan started to yell at me: “What are you doing? This is not what I taught you!” Then I woke up. I think, he did not just mean that teachers should not alter kriyas (set of exercises), I think what he really was saying to me was that I should not let my insecurity immobilise me, I should not let my fear get into my way. Kundalini yoga teacher or not, in one way or another if we learn to listen carefully to our higher self or whatever you want to call it, we all double as transmitters for teachings. If we are blessed to receive a message (I mean the kind of message that inspires and serves others), it is our duty to deliver it. My biggest learning over the past couple of years was and still is (well, amongst other things) that IF I WAIT UNTIL I FEEL THAT I AM READY, IT IS ALREADY TOO LATE! You get the message, you go for it. You hesitate for a second, you missed it. It does not matter how great an impact that teaching would have had, it does not matter how many people would have benefited from it, if you miss your window of opportunity out of fear, nobody benefits and it will eat you up.

Sat nam!
Ajeetdev Kaur

Once again another year begins and we may find ourselves reflecting on the events of our lives, and the world around us, over the past twelve months. A of lot things can happen in a year; when I began reflecting on my own life over the past year I discovered: there have been some friends getting married; others falling in love; others experiencing broken hearts; babies have been born; friends have died; other friends have started new jobs; some have lost their job; some friends have become sick; others continue to have good health; several people I know have moved home.

What do all these events have in common? They share the fact that all things are impermanent and subject to change and flux. I recently watched again the Martin Scorsese documentary No Direction Home on Bob Dylan. There is a wonderful moment that really moved me when Bob Dylan comments on the view that his music changed and evolved and did not stay fixed. He says

“An artist has got to be careful never really to arrive at a place where he thinks he’s ‘at’ somewhere. You always have to realize that you’re constantly in a state of becoming, you know? And as long as you can stay in that realm you’ll sort of be all right.”

This view of life and the nature of self that Dylan states is, I believe, a very helpful one to hold and is found at the heart of the teachings of Buddhism. Simply stated, nothing in the world around us or ourselves is fixed or solid; there are no things, just process and flux. So as we begin a new year, we may find it helpful to reflect on our ability to change. We don’t have to be Bob Dylan or a famous celebrity to live a creative life and make changes that we can imagine possible. So maybe in this coming year we could try holding lightly to any fixed ideas we may have about ourselves and those around us? We could embrace change and new ways of being, no matter how large or small, and maybe we will experience ourselves in a new way.

‘Everything flows and nothing abides; everything gives way and nothing stays fixed… Cool things become warm, the warm grows cool; the moist dries, the parched becomes moist… It is in changing that things find repose.’ — Heraclitus

I teach dynamic, Yang flowing movement through a combination of circular and spiral patterns as well as Yin style practice, focusing on restorative and deepening meditative practices, I have been practicing Buddhism for over 20 years, When not teaching yoga I also love tea & cake, record shops, and collecting 1960's psychedelic posters.

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We are surrounded by noise; at all times noise.  Some noises we intentionally listen to, others pass by in the background.  I’m sitting in a café in Knutsford as I write this, feeling uplifted, in love with this life, this monkey mode of ‘work is play, play is work’. I hear the babble of fellow café dwellers in mid conversation, some deep and intense, meaningful exchanges, light hearted laughter. My ears pick up the chink of crockery as people are served by cheery waitresses. I smile at the banter thrown out from the owner who is cooking in the kitchen. Occasionally I tune into the music softly playing – it evokes both wistfulness and a gentle smile as I laugh at myself (with compassion of course). Love songs I spent my childhood listening to, dreaming of the handsome prince of my future, the love gained and lost and gained again, the heartbreak my future lover would feel if he let me go. Barry Manilow’s regrets for “Mandy”, Percy Sledge soulfully crying, “When a Man Loves A Woman” The Korgis wishful “If I had You” – No wonder my relationship history is pitted with frequent bouts of unrequited love!

Music is powerful, the lyrics wrapped by music are given extra potency touching us deeply, stirring up images and emotions (the best tools for manifestation).  Beat, rhythm, roulades, sound currents sweeping us along on a journey.  Punchy messages carrying even more weight when backed up by rich staccato; rage, ecstasy, grief, joy given turbulent expression with chaotic collaborations; potential for expansive openness and connection facilitated by the removal of barriers which is a natural consequence of being immersed in exquisite melting melodies and mind blowing techno trance.

You may be wondering by now if I have been on a trip of some sort, and yes I have! A call was sent out for one or more Kundalini Yoga teachers to attend and participate in a new venture, “The Audio Farm Festival”.  Although I had never held a yoga session at a music festival before I was compelled to jump at the chance.  I loved the intention set by the organisers for the festival to be transformational in nature. They wished to create an environment in which people could relax, let go, and be open to receiving supportive information, healing, and connection in order to facilitate awareness of personal development and responsible caretaking of the Earth and all of her dwellers.  What emerged was a beautiful harmonious collaboration of DJ’s, artists, musicians, healers, speakers, facilitators, contributors and attendees, with every single person bringing their open hearts, humour and love of life to the party.

Sound and music was very much the heart of the gathering, as such I invited Paul Adams along with his skill and knowledge of the gong and together we delivered the teachings of Yogi Bhajan, and the technology of Kundalini Yoga and the Gong.  We each contributed our little piece of semi-precious metal as did all of those who attended the sessions. We all placed our metal in the fire of transformation, and the result was pure gold.  The energy the participants created by immersing themselves in the process was amazing to witness. Radiance is a powerful word yet doesn’t do justice to glow created in our little marquee.  The focus was very much on the use of The Naad to create an uplifting healing experience; careful choice of music and mantra, the skilful application of the gong, and gentle support to encourage everyone to use their own voice resulted in great potency.  The feedback suggested that the work was done - people had been reconnected to their own sense of energy flow and openness.  What an honour it was to facilitate such a beautiful experience.

My heartfelt thanks to Michael Williams for inviting we yogis along to a wonderful festival, and to his fellow farmers - Andrew Taylor, Stephen Chesters, James Hollowood, Anthony Blake & Dawn Kendal - for making it happen.

As a parent to a teenager I have come to accept that one of my functions in my daughter’s life is to be an alarm clock. I have also come to accept that my cheery morning call of “Good morning angel, time to rise and shine” will be consistently met with a grunt of disapproval, a few groans in classic cave-girl style followed by sharing the next few minutes up to an hour with a primeval version of Lottee until she is actually ready to wake up fully – usually mid-morning whilst at school.  I’m sure this will be a familiar picture to most parents and if we are honest, we know that we too as adults still have our cave-man-don’t-wanna-wake-up moments.

I was reading another blog the other day, it was very inspirational, about this chaps journey to finding ‘the truth’ – after a long search and exploration of many religious/spiritual paths he found the teachings of Jesus and the Cosmic Christ path was the one that finally answered his deeper questions.  I really resonated with a lot of what he said. He spoke of devotion, discipline, purity and the embracement of sacredness in everything, and ultimately of the importance of us waking up to our Divine Human selves. He ended by imparting a sense of great urgency, we have to act now or suffer the consequences of hellish pain, “…we all have to realize is that it is one minute to midnight. We don’t have time to take a less glorious adventure…”  And this is the part that took me into a deeper reflection of my own truth around waking up.

I can imagine a blog such as his speaking loud and clear to those who are already awake, who have already done much of the work we need to do (or allow to be done) and who are refreshed with bright eyes looking at the teacher ready for the next part (mid-morning phase). It’s a very motivational piece of writing for those who are already on the start line. However, many of us are only just rubbing our eyes and stretching – we are coming out of our slumber in a steady organic fashion that allows a gentle awakening into readiness for action. We are each of us on our own journey, and maybe we are all heading the same way, but I feel it is of paramount importance that we find our own way in our own time.  We can take in the road signs and follow clues and cues where appropriate, but I do get an uncomfortable feeling when someone jumps out shouting “This way! This is THE way” and even more so when there’s an added cry of “NOW! You have to do this NOW!”

There is a truth in the urgency, there is a reality in which the “one minute to midnight” analogy is accurate – we are in the midst of a shift in energy, a rise in consciousness, and there is much unrest, discomfort and challenge in the world as the changes take place. Going back to the image of midnight on a clock face, in my reality once we reach midnight, the clock strikes (silently these days) the minute hand rests momentarily, then it moves on to being a minute past midnight… And on it goes. The next cycle begins with such smoothness, no effort required it simply flows IF we allow it to. A picture of the panic of folk believing it is the end of the world just flashed to mind, all that chaos, screeching, shouting – the trauma of it all.  And then the sun rises on the next day, the world hasn’t ended, panic over, and folk are feeling a little bit silly and goofy for believing chicken-little yet again.

My personal belief is if we are forced to wake up before we are ready we will be of little use to anyone including ourselves, wandering around half asleep in a foul mood grunting and snorting at anyone who dares to waft any cheeriness in our direction. If we are led by the nose by a well-meaning enthusiast encouraging us to go the same way as they went because it worked out great for them, we may well miss the experiences that are vital for our own evolution. If we attempt to jump ahead and embrace the Divine Human before learning what it is to be a Human Human we will miss out on the building blocks that create the foundation of compassion, acceptance and empathy which are fundamental if we are ever going to truly be of service to others as they begin to wake up with bleary but willing eyes. I do believe in putting our wisdom and love into action and I see this being done every day by people at every level of life, from the mundane to the sublime, and it all counts. From the great spiritual teachers who go to great lengths in making personal sacrifices so they can impart their knowledge to us; to the grandma who holds her grandchild’s hand and keeps him safe as he crosses the road. No role in life is lesser or greater, the human-human is as needed here as the divine-human.

I am grateful to have read the blog and to have been motivated to really ponder what truth lies at my core right now. My opinion and truth is likely to change as my understanding deepens and develops, but for now I choose to keep the ‘Alarm Clock’ function for the sole use of getting Lottee to school on time; as for spiritual evolution and being in service, I prefer a natural gentle awakening which will occur as surely and organically as the sun rising in the sky. Sat nam ♥

As I sit weeping with the depth of aching grief triggered by watching a short video of a remarkable reunion, I wonder… What is at the core of this grief? My thoughts turn to my little cat Tinks who is now being cared for by friends of mine, I had to say my goodbyes to her following a house move, I cry some more. And I reflect on the intensity of emotion that rises in me when I think of the animals in my life that I formed a bond with, the intensity of the bond. How did I establish such a deep union with these little furry things that don’t speak my language?

Looking at the video again and the answer is so clear. As the guy comes into contact with this beautiful powerful gorilla he approaches with respect, he meets with the gorilla on the gorilla’s terms. Using the appropriate body language he is able to communicate with absolute love, and the love is returned two-fold. The result is a heart-melting moment of deep connection, the fundamental needs of such connection are impossible to miss. Acceptance, trust, open hearted contact, an intimacy of deep deep emotional merger, and less obvious… the vibrational harmony between man’s and gorilla’s energy fields allowing for intuitive and instinctive knowingness.

My thoughts return to little Tinks, I ponder how our relationship developed. I remember sitting with her on my tummy as a kitten and her gazing into my eyes, I gazed back and silently and verbally told her time and time again “you are safe, I love you”. I played with her on her terms, getting down on the floor, rolling and stretching alongside her (which later meant that when I got on the floor to do yoga she would join in!) We played chase and hunted one another, hiding behind furniture and pouncing out. She would also invite me deeper into her world by bringing live mice home for me to play catch with – not that I particularly enjoyed this leisure time activity, especially not at 3am. I would throw hair bands and cable ties for her to catch, we crossed over into the dog realm for this as ‘fetch’ became one of her favourite games. Throughout it all I allowed her to feel safe, never intentionally causing her pain, never shouting aggressively, and always making loving cuddles and contact available, not to mention food.

The point being that to enable these animals to feel safe enough to connect with us, we have to meet them at their level and hold loving intent in our hearts while doing so.

So where was that deeply aching grief welling up from? The core of the pain was the disconnection I often feel with fellow humans. At our cores we all yearn for deep connection, yet our layers of wounding and conditioning holds us at a distance, even (and sometimes especially) from our family members. We are often so concerned with getting it right for others, based on what we think they might want from us mingled with childhood experiences of trial and error, being intermittent ‘good’ children and ‘naughty’ children, that we unintentionally are coming from a place of fear. Fear of rejection, fear of punishment, fear of judgment, of humiliation, of causing or receiving offense, of seeming foolish, arrogant and on and on. Or maybe we don’t sense the fear but instead push outwards from a defensive place, choosing not to connect and fooling ourselves into believing we don’t need to feel unity with fellow humans. Or maybe we have bought into the illusion of ‘survival of the fittest’ and believe we are in competition with everyone around us.

My sense is that it is time to stop, time to tune into what is going on for ourselves, to dig deep and find what our unique patterning is that is preventing deeper connection, and then to nurture ourselves out of it by practicing a new way of being. As we move forward into the new era, one of humanity and service to others, we have to establish better communication, deeper connections, openness of heart, and trustful relationships. The age old truth is that we cannot change another person, but we can change ourselves and choose to relate to others from this place of love, respect, of willingness to meet with the other on their terms, somebody has to go first! I am reminded of a lesson highlighted for me in a beautiful relationship – we had reached stalemate; I was feeling that I couldn’t show the whole of myself to this man without him first demonstrating that he would accept me as I was, I needed to feel safe, secure and held by him. He in turn couldn’t offer that level of acceptance and therefore security without first seeing the whole of who I am. It’s a universal stalemate that occurs between the masculine and feminine, David Deida writes about it in his book ‘Blue Truth’. The relationship didn’t survive but it did propel me into a yearlong journey of looking at my fears around being seen, and how that impacted on others, how distant and disconnected I could feel to others and the pain that the disconnection caused both me and them, and finally what I was denying the world by hiding myself. Amongst other things, I was denying merger, union… Yoga!

So as I sit with the sorrow, recognising the pain of disconnection whilst seeing before me an example of immensely beautiful union, I feel the pain soften and shift. Hope wells up, beyond the hope a deeper belief, the belief is that we do, as humans have the capacity to establish the connection we yearn for. It will take a little practice but we have so many resources to draw upon, including our relationships with the animal kingdom where the potential for deep healing lies. I urge you to watch the video, allow your heart to be touched and melted, and embrace the belief that you and I can and will share loving connection and human union.

I came across this poem the other day, and it deeply touched me. It is a roadmap to harmonious communication. Remember, harmonious communication is not about being free of conflicts. Harmonious communication is civilised communication despite conflict. Who does not know the urge of withdrawing in a conflict situation? The urge to run away, to demonise the other person, and break contact. Unfortunately, that does not solve anything. The problem will resurface, if not with this person than with another person in a new situation. It is not possible to run away. Why not stay then and get to the bottom of it? This poem tells us how. Listen deeply! Listen for the essence, do not only hear the word itself, try to understand what is behind it. Try to understand your reaction to that word, try to understand your need that underlies that reaction. At the same time, listen to the underlying needs of the other person, try to uderstand why they react the way they do. It does not matter whether you think the other person is an insensitive idiot and whether he/she thinks that you are arrogant. Harmonious communication is about rising above our pejudices and judgements and giving each other a chance regardless. Let the soul come through. As tough as it is, this is the only way to harmony and mutual co-existence.

Words Are Windows (or They're Walls)

I feel so sentenced by your words,
I feel so judged and sent away,
Before I go I've got to know,
Is that what you mean to say?

Before I rise to my defense,
Before I speak in hurt or fear,
Before I build that wall of words,
Tell me, did I really hear?

Words are windows, or they're walls,
They sentence us, or set us free.
When I speak and when I hear,
Let the love light shine through me.

There are things I need to say,
Things that mean so much to me,
If my words don't make me clear,
Will you help me to be free?

If I seemed to put you down,
If you felt I didn't care,
Try to listen through my words,
To the feelings that we share.

- Ruth Bebermeyer –

With love and gratitude,
Ajeetdev Kaur

A little while ago I was given the opportunity and idea to write a fairy tale. The fairy tale was to be a little different in that it was to be about me, a thread or two of my life from beginning to now, and it was not to have an ending… Not yet! The process of reflection, writing and then sharing the story with a group of beautiful women was one of the most profound and powerful experiences I’ve had. It takes courage to share our creativity, more courage to be seen and heard speaking of ourselves, and yet more courage to read the truth of the story and see the deeper unfolding of our life to present day. I’m now taking another gulp of courage and choosing to share my story with a much wider audience, knowing that I am not granted the same level of protection from judgement or criticism as I had within the circle of women. I am choosing this in the hope that it may inspire others to go through the same writing process, and if you can, to read out your creation to a circle of loved friends. You will be amazed at what beauty and wisdom your story holds, and how deeply it impacts on those who hear it. Write forth with grace and courage…

The Story Of Amanda

Once upon a long time ago, there lived a little girl named Amanda, and although Amanda was not born in a castle or palace, her Mother and Father believed her to be their princess, a largely tatty, messy and boyish princess, but special to them all the same.

One sunny day Amanda went for a stroll in the woods, while out in the woods she came across a fallen tree covered in silky green moss. The bend in the trunk made a perfect place to perch a small bottom, so upon the trunk Amanda sat. As Amanda sat, eyes closed, sensing the gentle breeze on her skin, hearing birdsong and small scurrying animals and insects busying around in the ground, she found herself experiencing magic. Without words, the trees and flowers, animals and insects, seemed to somehow reach out to her, or she to them, and for a short while Amanda was a tree, was a bird flying above, she was a worm pushing its way through dank cool earth. Amanda was instantaneously connected to all living things, she was spirit flowing freely with life, she knew what God was and it was not what she had been told it was at church, at home or at school. The Earth itself held her gently and urged her to remember to come back to this place anytime life as a human felt too challenging to bear. Amanda heard a whisper on the wind, it was the echo of a time long ago, an ancient wisdom told in symbols. A sacred wisdom that had to be remembered in order to allow the future to flow. Rolling her eyes to the skies, Amanda sighed, “c’mon guys, I’m six years old, that’ll have to go on the back-burner for now!”

And up she jumped and skipped and tripped and clumsily danced her way home.

There were many times in Amanda’s young life that she found herself taking refuge in gardens and country lanes, in fields and next to streams in woodland. Life amongst the human’s was tricky, people told lies, their mouths spoke words that simply did not match what their energy was saying. The children she shared her days with at school played games of the not-so-fun kind, they were cruel, bullying, fighting with one another for power and attention. Amanda was not happy here, not comfortable in this awkward gangly body of hers. People were confusing to her, she felt an absolute love for all things, for everything found in nature, this included humans, but she could never feel the love being returned. So Amanda sat, as the Earth had previously urged her, and connected with something bigger, something ever flowing with the energy of love and this connection kept her strong and capable, in a small and fearful way.

Then one day, Amanda’s father surprised her by finally allowing her to do something she had been begging to do for as long as she could remember… He allowed her to go with him on a bike ride with a big cycling club. On this huge day of adventure, her little legs pushed her peddles for twenty miles over hills and into valleys. Amanda met with a group of teenagers, who, unlike the children of the unhappy school variety, accepted Amanda just as she was. They didn’t pick out her freckled face and gappy teeth as something ugly or weird, they didn’t comment on her spindly legs or puppy fat tummy. Instead they were interested to hear her thoughts, they found the jokes she told funny, they gave her jovial little hugs, and they told her they hoped she would be back next week. And she was, and the week after, and the week after that. Amanda grew with this group of companions throughout her teenage years and into her twenties, and in amongst this group Amanda found her first Prince Charming, and her second, and third, well, a few really (she was in her teens after all!)

One Prince Charming was a little more persistent than the others, to the point that on another day, a long time ago, Amanda married this Prince… But far from the happy ending as found in so many Fairy Tales, this was simply the beginning of another adventure into the complexities of human relationship. So long and complex was this adventure that it requires a little side-step, a different tangent, a story within a story, so here it is:

Once Upon a Golden Time there was a little girl, who dreamed her dreams of Kings and Queens and sparkling never-worlds....

I met you as a tender teen and swore I'd found my prince
I clung on tight through rough rebukes that turned my brain to mince
I wore your ring too readily tho t'was heavy with rejection
The icy looks of pure disdain took place of sweet affection
All those hopes and dreams and needs and lists of expectations
Were ripped and torn and unfulfilled, stamped out with condemnation
You too my Prince were led astray by the given label “wife”
I did not fit the category so burdened all your life
Until the day I spat you out, frustrated with suppression
The victim turned from whining cow deep seated in depression
To fearsome feline, like cornered cat I hissed and scratched and bit
I thought I'd share my battle scars and gave you wounds to lick
The ring was tossed into the night in furious bid for freedom
My heart did bleed as did my eyes with tears for all years stolen
The fairy-tales of Kings and Queens were bitter in my mouth
I ripped them out, with my tongue, and buried them along with my youth
Encased in brittle cast iron shell I found my independence
With self-sufficient warrior soul I kicked against dependence
I stood so strong, a tower of might cascading through the world
I took God's love in place of man's and entered a spiritual swirl
And in that swirl I opened up and tasted all the lessons
In awe I gazed into your soul and recognised your blessings
Through you and others who have since been I have learned of many things
Of what love is, of what love is not, of truth and how life sings
Of challenge, of joy, of peace, of hate, of Oneness with all souls
Of the illusion of expectations, and of the beauty as grace unfolds...

Once upon a Golden time there is a wiser Queen, who dreams life's dreams, who flows with love, who is now ready for her King.

And so to present day…. Amanda is now all grown up, well, nearly, and is hearing the whisper on the wind once more, a whisper of intangible truths given in etheric symbols. Now she rolls her eyes to her third eye and says to the world ‘ok guys, bring it on!’ Although Amanda can only sense a hint of what this may mean, she is willing to go there, wherever there may be, and be whatever she is, in order to bring forth the ancient past to support the flow into the future. The future that is yet to be written…

This is not the end!