I took a long and circuitous break from my beloved site, but that’s now over.
All the bots and spammers can take a walk.
Onto fresher things.
Where to start … It’s probably best to start right here, right now. There is an ever-present Silent Light guiding us all, if we but (but … it’s a little more complicated than that) turn and face it.
So many years of comments and flashpoints through the New Age Movement, as it builds bridges to living a Spiritual Life — like ‘don’t get too close to the light or you’ll burn’ … each and every one piles itself on top of the last one to become this montage of — at best, guideposts.
So much has to be washed away; allowed to float and disintegrate. What’s left is the sheer lightness of Being, cloaked in this 3D life and living. Which also matters wholly.
It’s an ultimate dichotomy.
So that’s my bonjour to all of you.
Keep going.
I’ve been living in Normandy, near Mont St Michel, where the Silence allows me to move freely.
My home is humble, elemental, full of peace. My garden is riotous and abundant with flower and food.
It’s also private:) A very heavy, brass 7th chakra Tibetan bell hans at the side gate — which few people here understand. That works for me. They don’t come in.
I feed the birds, dig in the dirt, get muddy, give thanks a dozen times a day for this tiny postage stamp of home that supports and feeds every drop of life being lived. Thank you, Mother — and friends.
From here I frequently train to beloved Chartres, a home port for me on Earth, for all it gives.
Yes, I do retreats in Chartres but they are one-on-one, as you inquire.
But today, for now it’s 6 am, dark, near Solstice … and every morning here at my desk, at this time of pre-dawn, Owl sits outside my window. I may as well have a perch out there, the greeting is so close. Only here briefly, although every morning, Owl arrives at the same time. Then is gone. And has me reaching out for more, which is tomorrow, peut-être.
I write to simply say I’m back. I’m serving long-distance sessions of Soul Fusion from and in the Silence without much to say about it afterwards. That’s for you to gather. I’m setting up ‘shop’, if you will; or opening the doors in 2024 back in my hometown of Ashland when I’m stateside for the simple beauty of individual sessions — with very little fanfare. Again, from and in the Silence — your best friend — and mine.
I’ll meet you there, in the in between.
Love Ani