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The Etheric

The etheric, anyone? Though we can only see what we see at any given moment, I’m thinking if I do enough of these drawings I might train my inner eye to automatically see a lighter world through the density of … Continue reading

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This, or That?

Connected to Source, or Imprisoned in Ego? Unity Consciousness, or . . . Continue reading

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Higher Self Breakthrough

Who: me and my first husband When: eons ago Where: Heathrow Airport What: a memory sparked by a discussion at A Tree of Light, Community Forum Why: the latest discussion on “Living Through These Times as a Soul” We came … Continue reading

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Does the World Need More Paintings?

Does the World Need More Paintings? No. But it might need yours…
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Doorways of the Past

The last doorway I went in search of was nowhere to be found. St. Mary Abbot’s Hospital. How could an entire hospital disappear? I’d only spent a week there back in 1976, but it was such a memorable week that I wanted to go back and see the place. Continue reading

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Womb of a Woom for Writing

Allow me to introduce another sort of www—no dot about it—this room is a womb for writing. It’s like a womb, obviously because of the creative factor. The incubation and gestation process. A work of love that grows page by page, not in darkness (though the lights are low, and at times a candle is lit), but privately, hidden from view and unseen by others, except maybe for the occasional excerpt, the sneak preview which might be likened to a sonogram. Continue reading

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