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The Shaman of Stars

I wake in the night to a pale glow of moonlight illuminating the thick linen draperies, as if they were somehow spun of the luminous pearl outside in the heavens. Freshly emerged from the cocoon of the Dreamtime, still wrapped in silken images and the warm breath of feelings, I drink in the quietude of my bedroom

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Where The Worlds Touch: A Larger Story

(This piece was written months ago but never posted. I guess I shared something else that week that seemed more relevant at the time. Friday night, however, this called to me to be offered forward. So be it.) Like the windy night outside, my dreams have been turbulent and unsettling, a murky river swirling as it tumbles down the

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Opening to Dreams, Inviting the Soul

I lay in the darkness, combing through the images of a dream from which I have just awakened, the swirl of emotions inside as if I were walking through my daylight hours. Intense. Real.  Reluctantly, I rise from the warmth of our canopied bed, pull on some loose but cozy clothes, and make my way

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Waking to the Dreamtime: Messages from the Soul

Who was I before I awoke to the morning, to this so-called real world? The long night has been filled with vivid wanderings, alluring and cryptic characters, familiar and exotic locales, aspects of myself that I recognize and some that I do not. One segment of my journey into the Dreamtime has been a familiar

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