Photo by Almine
When we notice the simple riches of life, the perfection of a field flower, they become our own.
That within us which they reflect activates into fuller expression.
We cannot appreciate what we do not have within.
Perfection
August 13th, 2010Simplicity
August 12th, 2010
Photo by Almine
It is in simplicity that the true riches of life are found.
It can then be said that poverty is the new abundance.
Matrix of Poverty
August 11th, 2010
Photo by Almine
Poverty has at times been the tool of life that encourages us
to step off the treadmill of the matrix of the masses
when we have not voluntarily done so.
Transition
August 9th, 2010
~ Linda, Ohio shares a personal experience while attending class with Almine
While attending the Ohio pod I had an unusual experience. As I climbed into bed on the second night I felt a sharp pain in the arch of my left foot. It left as quickly as it came.
All of a sudden my body started to vibrate and hum. The intensity was beyond anything I had ever felt. Maybe being in a bathtub full of ice would be close, although I was not cold.
A sense of knowingness set in. I knew this was a big transition of some sort. Taking a deep breath I began visualizing a long lazy river flowing with rose petals all over it. I recall saying,”May this transition proceed with grace and ease.”
As the hours passed by I found myself turning, trying to get comfortable. Not the easiest thing to do when you are shaking that hard. I finally found relief on my side. It stopped………only to find the sensation of my body melting away.
I rolled over onto my back when yet another strange occurence happened. I levitated off the bed about six inches. Peace over came me. Finding a depth of beingness beyond words. This is the way I fell asleep.
The next day I was still getting used to the feeling of total fludity within myself. Odd and so amazing at the same time.
This was two and one-half hours of one night. This whole last year studying with the online courses* and attending different pods has changed me in ways I could not have dreamed of. My sincere love and gratitude to Almine for sharing all of this scared information with us all.
What is Reality
August 8th, 2010
Photo by Almine
Reality changes without our realizing when memory of what went before is gone.
Television and other media and statistics pull us back into old realities that may have changed in an instant.
Omnisensory Perception
August 7th, 2010Dhani, from British Columbia writes to us about Almine’s photos on our online course, Saradesi: The Fountain of Youth. Here Almine shares her wisdom in audio presentations accompanied by her deeply-moving photographs. Some photographs have been enhanced with color only, to allow the viewer to experience the sense of omnisensory perception that Almine possesses.
Question: ”In Almine’s photos for the audio/photo presentation of Saradesi course, I can see the bushes and trees shimmering. Water moving, flower petals starting to curl inwards. Have you added special effects or has my vision and awareness expanded? I would just like a confirmation for the obvious answer.”
Answer: ”Thank you for the opportunity to answer this question. I delight in taking my photos! They are taken as portals into omnisensory perception; to feel, taste, smell, hear and see the depths of life through them. I may want to take a photo but if it is not the ‘correct one,’ I will feel nauseated and will not take that photo. I am guided by the Infinite to take only certain photos. Those are the photos that I share with you on our online courses and here on my diary. As you experience the depths of the photos, you are tapping into omnisensory perception.
This can be practiced in daily life by practicing silence and slowing down to feel the spaces between the words,* taking the time to appreciate life deeply.”
*Shrihat Satva Yoga and the Poetry of Dreaming
Miracle by Almine
August 6th, 2010A Miraculous Gift from Almine
In 2008, I lost my singing voice, which had always been my joy. Before I discovered Almine’s teachings, performing was the closest thing I had to going into the silence. It was very difficult not being able to sing. I tried and tried, but beyond a few lower notes, my vocal chords would not come together properly, which caused strange double notes, or no sound at all. There were times when I couldn’t listen to music, or see a live show because it would break my heart.
After I attended my first Pod in 2009, I was invited to a bi-weekly meditation group, hosted by an impeccable master. I was very excited to be there. One of the masters, came up to me and touched my neck. She said she could feel that a note was missing. I was amazed. She told me that the note would return.
When I received the translation of my personal sound elixir* a short time later, I was overwhelmed by the Infinite’s words:
“…for you stood by my side when creation was made, and in your joy you sang as creation took place.”
What a confirmation. I decided to ask Almine what I could do to get my voice back. Recently I attended another class and the opportunity presented itself. To my surprise, Almine, without hesitation, gently placed one hand on my head and the other on my throat. She bowed her head and closed her eyes, as did I, and I felt the most incredible sensation echoing throughout my being. Instantly, my vocal chords were healed. It wasn’t a physical feeling. It was more like the healing had filled an empty space within me. I was elated when I returned home and began to sing.
The healing continues. I can still feel changes happening little by little, and I am now experiencing cold-like symptoms as clearing takes place. Almine assured me that my voice would be even better than it was before. I am eternally grateful to Almine for such a generous gift, and that I am able to walk this path with all of you. Much love and many blessings to my beautiful brothers and sisters.
David, Toronto
*Personal Sound Elixir - created by Almine, especially for you
Memory or Effortless Knowing
August 5th, 2010
Photo by Almine
When memory is dissolved and effortless knowing takes its place,
the new expression of life gracefully eliminates what is not pertinent to the moment.
How to Raise an Exceptional Child
August 4th, 2010
They walk among us seemingly as ordinary children. But then we look again, for something in their eyes catches our attention – a certain knowingness, an ancient wisdom coupled with a purity so profound that it stops us in our tracks. Surely the masters throughout the ages, the light-bearers of humanity, looked out at the world with just such clarity.
They may sit in a highchair with egg on their faces, but they wear it with dignity, like a monarch wearing a bejeweled crown. They watch us with a benign tolerance that leaves us wondering whether they view themselves as the parents and us as the children.
Whether they shrink from the abrasive and intrusive presence of the world or reach eagerly for it with dimpled, chubby hands, their courage and determination is evident from their very first faltering step. When finally they can speak, their questions are startling in their probing simplicity and their observations spellbinding in their elegant perceptiveness. These are the exceptional children we are privileged to parent.
The Exceptional Child ebook and paperback are available now on Spiritual Journeys and School of Arcana stores.
Best Friends
August 2nd, 2010Thank you, Jeff for sharing this poem with us during Ohio class with Almine.
I have the best friend that anyone could.
Tammy lives next door you see,
and loves to come explore with Me.
Our daily adventure through the neighborhood.
She’s always first to rise,
and sits patiently waiting outside
knowing faithfully I will come.
It’s an endless surprise, to meet her brown eyes,
anticipating a day of fun.
First a ritual to begin our date,
even though we’re running late.
I test my plastic telescope, then stash it in my pocket.
Tammy just does her silly Wiggle Dance Mockit.
now We’re ready for what awaits
We dash and race to quicken the pace
She can run faster than Me,
but I can climb higher than She.
We comb the grass and scratch our backs, while rolling on the ground.
We sniff blossoms and leaves, and dirty our knees
and play catch with balls We’ve found.
I share my p.b. & jelly
I rest my head on her belly.
We take turns to see who has a bigger sigh
We like to watch the cotton races,
finding funny forming fluffy faces sailing softly through the spying sky.
I follow Her, then She follows Me.
Sometimes We hide and seek.
It’s fun to share the day together,
even in weathers bleak.
Soon the sun will be taken.
The street lights have already wakened.
I can hear my Mom bellow my name.
No more time to roam.
Time to make our way home.
Tomorrow We’ll meet again to finish our venture game.
Well, tomorrow came, and it’s here right now,
but this morning Tammy is nowhere to be found.
…I carried the day alone.
more days pass, still no Tammy.
…again, I explore alone.
Then one day, gazing out the window, playing in a memory,
I finally ask my Mom, whose eyes are on my shoulder, if She knows where Tammy could be.
“She moved to a beautiful farm, far, far away” She said.
I see Her frolicking near a barn, in the bubble above my head.
Unknown to Me, another white lie.
My Mom couldn’t tell me Tammy had died.
I’ll miss my best friend.
I’ll miss her wet kisses.
I’ll miss those brown eyes that shined.
I’ll miss that silly wiggle dance, her tail fanning behind.
What I’ll think I’ll miss most is hugging her big furry body.
Big furry friends might be hard to find.
