I cannot even count the myriad ways in which, following this trail of breadcrumbs that Almine leaves us, has evolved my life. My walls are full of the divine Light Elixirs and Sigils and they are also under my bed, as well as in my pocket. The FA oils and Sound Elixirs are my constant companions and I play the music even at my workplace. I wake up with images of my night’s sojourn streaming through my mind and rush to see what the day’s Map of Potential brings my way. I am living a life so magical, that I am free from the constraints of many, many matrices.
There are several pieces of exquisite jewelry that I wear as much as possible but, 2 rings stay on me always (one is the Anchor ring). The Light Explosions clearly provide a great sanctuary and I have recently taken to carrying a picture of Almine with me, in my bag of sigils and EMF salts. The EMF salts are also in the 4 corners of my house. All this has helped me stay strong and grounded in these changing times.
In reverence for all that is, with great admiration and love,
Yours, Dhani N. ~ (Ontario, Canada)
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Dhani— a favorite of mine.
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Beautiful Dhani, 💖🌏
Such a beautiful message and such uplifting photos, dear Dhani. Much love to you.
What a nice corner in your enviroment with the oils and the beautiful foto with the trees. It remembers me of one the earth songs.
“Whispering trees tell the secrets off the forest”.
Thank you Dhani.
Beautiful Dhani! ❤ You have quite the Almine setup! All those goodies! How enchanting!😍 Lots of love to you! 💞
Yes,I can see Ganaraska has eyes on you!
Thanks for sharing your spacecrafts cockpit!
So easy to enjoy the ride !
Cheers
Soleil
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Beautiful purity of green in your forest 🌳
It’s rather fun for me to see yours and others of our Light Family’s little fragrance bottles so precisely set out. For sure this space is not visited by any cat who, with a nimble flick of the paw, would scatter a vial or two where they can then be skittled under the desk to join a growing pile of pens and pencils…
This is in Ganaraska forest in Ontario. We were some brother and sisters, drumming there in these woods. It’s a very magical old forest with some native traditional presence there.