"Everyday Enchantments" by Maria DeBlassie

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Everyday Enchantments:
Musings on Ordinary Magic

by Maria DeBlassie

Everyday Enchantments: Musings on Ordinary Magic by Maria DeBlassie is currently on tour with Reading Addiction Book Tours. The tour stops here today for an excerpt and a giveaway. Please be sure to visit the other tour stops as well.

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Spellbinding meditations on conjuring your own bliss.

Everyday Enchantments is a love letter to the magic of everyday life, the sweet moments and the profound that we often overlook in our hurry to get from one place to the next. This collection of essays reminds us to escape into the ordinary, find beauty in a simple cup of tea or rereading a beloved novel and joyfully let our world turn upside down when synchronicity strikes in the form of wrong turns down forgotten lanes and unexpected midnight conversations with the moon.

Everyday Enchantments is a study in what it means to live deliciously, joyfully, and magically. And it's an invitation to conjure your own bliss, because, let's face it, we could all use a little more magic in our lives.

Excerpt

To live with Enchantment is to see beyond the brick and mortar that make up your home and into the magic infused within its frame. It is made up of stories and dried bay leaves and dreams whispered into the heads of dandelions. Of bare feet on carpeted floors and the smell of burning sage. Crystals—amethyst, citrine, amazonite, smoky quartz—winding in and around your books; all the better to magnify their magic. It is to peel back the layers of your day-to-day and search for that elusive energy that winds its way up your spine and outward into your life. Let the snake at your base wriggle free of its coil to climb up to your shoulder blades and across your open back. There is no room for tightly stacked discs here, just the taste of joy when the sun licks your skin.

You might find it at the bottom of an empty teacup. Your future written in soggy leaves, or in the whisper of trees, their leaves rustling and murmuring secrets only they can understand. Sometimes they are kind enough to translate for you—if you listen long enough. If you shower their roots with distilled love songs and feed them the black earth from your compost. It’s there, too, when you run your tongue along the grooves and ridges of a well-loved sentence. It’s everywhere. Even in the spaces you think have lost hope, like the junk drawer where you keep your faded dreams, stray screws, and half-forgotten heartbreaks along with wine corks and a few rubber bands. They’re not lost, just resting like seeds in the earth before they are ready to break open.

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Praise for the Book

Winner of the Pinnacle Book Achievement Award in the New Age Category for 2018.

Finalist for the Body Mind Spirit Book Awards in the New Age Category for 2018.

“Maria DeBlassie has crafted magic within the pages of her new book, Everyday Enchantments. Her eloquent words offer the ‘promise of soul replenishment’ as one traverses the journey of her - and their - metaphorical metamorphosis. Page after page, readers will experience the soothing balm of DeBlassie's words as they encourage one to open her heart, her mind, her ear, her thoughts and her soul to the unique transpersonal book they hold in their hands. Just as DeBlassie mentions early on in Everyday Enchantments when writing of the unexpected delight of discovering a double yolk, her heartfelt writing is like ‘cradling ... gold’ in one's hands. Reading and absorbing the beauty of Maria DeBlassie's Everyday Enchantments will have readers conjuring their own magical life. Her words will caress their soul and embrace their heart with inspiration and encouragement. Everyday Enchantments blends together poetic consciousness such as from Maya Angelou and Mary Oliver all while weaving in powerful and deep inner wisdom such as from Clarissa Pinkola Estes. Yet, Maria DeBlassie beautifully stands out given the uniqueness of Everyday Enchantments. It's a must-read and a must to be gently and lovingly held in a sacred place of honor in one's personal library. DeBlassie's Everyday Enchantments is like a heart song that every woman should feel.” ~ Janelle Alex, Ph.D., The Writer's Shaman

“An insightful collection of short writings that make you look at the everyday in a whole new light. Ponder how different life could be if you stop taking everything for granted and find joy in the simplicity of it all.” ~ Erin Elliott, author of The Sword of Lumina series

“Reading this enchanted collection is so much more than reading a book ... it's an unearthing of things half-remembered and bringing them into the light. Gorgeous and luminous ... thank you, Maria, for unwinding this spell for your readers.” ~ Laura Bickle, critically-acclaimed author of Nine of Stars

“To build everyday bridges between the magick and the mundane out of the long-sought and hard-won materials of will and wonder is the act of a true Priestess. In this book, DeBlassie offers rich glimpses of daily rituals, miniature spells in their own right that prompt the reader to look for the quiet divinity in their own lives, to see the subtle majesty in their day-to-day routines, and to question their perceived barriers between the modern and the mystical.” ~ Danielle Dulsky, author of Woman Most Wild

About the Author

Maria DeBlassie, Ph.D. is a native New Mexican mestiza blogger, award-winning writer, and educator living in the Land of Enchantment. Her blogging life started as a year-long journey to write her back into happy, healthy, and whole through daily posts about life’s simple pleasures, everyday magic, and radical self-care. That year-long experiment turned into a lifestyle, a book, a press - and her ongoing blog, Enchantment Learning & Living. She is forever looking for magic in her life and somehow always finding more than she thought was there.

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"Everything You've Ever Done" by Amelia Marie Whalen

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Everything You've Ever Done:

A Memoir of Unconditional Love and Spiritual Discovery

by Amelia Marie Whalen

Author Amelia Marie Whalen joins me today to share an excerpt from her memoir, Everything You've Ever Done.

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By the time she’s twenty, Amelia has survived an unconventional childhood and experienced darkness and death. She relishes the carefree life she finds with Dave, her rock star soul mate. The couple lives fast and full - getting married, traveling, adventuring, and creating.

The story turns to heartbreaking drama and medical mystery as Dave’s bizarre personality changes cause their lives to spin out of control. Forced to face a terrifying reality, Amelia and Dave buckle in for a rocket blast through cosmic truth and spiritual discovery.

This book is about the worst things happening. It’s about falling and breaking and making mistakes and being bad. And it’s about everything being OK and everything you’ve ever done being right and true. It’s about light and dark existing simultaneously.

Amelia and Dave each got knocked down again and again. They each lost love and felt abandoned. And they were saved by love. They learned a new depth of human connection. They saw each other through.

Everything You’ve Ever Done is a story for both the doubters and believers. It shows that we can be seen through and that faith really works, even when (or maybe especially when) we feel like giving up, when we are destroyed by life. It demonstrates facing both life and death with an open heart, and confirms we have the power to choose bold survival in the face of devastation. Death isn’t the end. Love isn’t temporary.

Excerpt

He’s been hanging out with me all day,” Dave said with a nod to the dragonfly perched on his shoulder. He was bare-chested and his cut-off jeans hung so low on his skinny hips it was obvious he wasn’t wearing underwear. The sun had gone down an hour earlier. Illumination came from red and yellow party lights dangling from the trees.

We stood in timeless silence: Dave watching the dragonfly, me watching Dave. He was deeply, evenly tanned. It was mid-August, and I figured he must have spent a lot of time outside with his shirt off that summer.

“His wings are generating light,” Dave said, his eyes wide and staring at the bug as it crawled down his arm. “You’re a light generator. Do you see that?”

He didn’t look up from his arm and I couldn’t tell if he was talking to the bug or to me. I stepped in and looked closer at the dragonfly. It stopped moving when it reached the spot on Dave’s arm where the clock face would be if he were wearing a wristwatch. He slowly turned to face me and raised his arm so the bug sat between us at eye level. We stood barefoot, only inches apart, and I noticed we were almost exactly the same height. I raised my arm so my fingertips touched Dave’s and my stance matched his.

For some reason, in that moment, I thought of my mom. She’d been dead thirteen years, and I’d mostly stopped thinking about her. When she did come to mind, it felt more like a visitation than a memory. When she entered my mind, it wasn’t a choice I was making, more an act of her will.

So, there she was, suddenly present. I felt her standing in the party crowd Dave and I were on the edge of. My mom had been a gorgeous, outgoing, and popular girl. She was twenty-four when she died, so eternally a hipster, still just the right age to be hanging out at the house party with all the other artists and hippies and punks.

“Let’s go swimming,” Dave said. My thoughts interrupted, I followed him to the pool, forgetting my mom and the dragonfly. He pushed his cut-offs down his body without unbuttoning them. In the not-quite-total darkness, backlit from a yellow floodlight aimed at the water, he stood naked and facing me.

I strained to see his eyes in the shadowy darkness as I pulled off my clothes. Dave took my hand, and we stepped to the pool and jumped. As my feet left the ground, time slowed and energy swirled. With a momentary flash of concern, I pictured the dragonfly resting on Dave’s skin, and then with a wash of relief I imagined it flying away. I visualized my mom, too, flying—no, swimming—through the air like it was water.

My mom and I loved to swim together. When I was small, in the summers after she died, I believed she was alive under the water in my grandparents’ swimming pool. In my mind, the pool connected to the ocean that connected to the Earth’s core that connected to an infinite universe. I’d dream of diving into the pool, deeper and deeper, until I found her. Together, we would swim to a radiant light above the water’s surface.

In my first memories, it’s clear everything is connected and beyond human understanding, like the pool to the ocean to the universe.

Dave and I smacked the cool water and our hands released. With my eyes open in the underwater darkness, I sank until my bare ass bounced on the floor of the pool and then floated back up toward the yellow light glimmering above the water’s surface.

I’ve always had an airplane-about-to-take-a-nosedive understanding of my life and the world around me. Part of that understanding, though, is the airplane doesn’t explode in a fiery crash. Instead, it rights itself just before impact and glides into the swimming pool.

Dreams and visions matter. Relationships and experiences are cosmically intertwined in a flux of time and space. Dave’s dragonfly was generating light. And so was I. He was talking to us both.

That night was important, but there was never an official start to our relationship.

We met when I was twenty and Dave was twenty-four. We knew each other through a handful of mutual friends who met up to see live music or party. That night Dave’s band, Giant Ray Soda, headlined a four-band lineup at a house party in the suburbs. He’d been chomping on psychedelic mushrooms and palling around with the dragonfly all day.

The next morning, after partying all night, he asked me, in an old-fashioned, gentlemanly way, “Would you like to rendezvous with me sometime?”

Of course I wanted to rendezvous with Dave. He was adorable and hilarious. He was charismatic and energetic, a contagious force to those around him. Dave was as cool as they come. And I sensed he was genuine and kind.

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Praise for the Book

"Had a hard time putting it down. Inspirational and heartbreaking it's a story of selfless love with all the gut wrenching, soul searching decisions that come with it. This is a true life romance without the happy ever after." ~ jen

"It's a page turner that you will not want to put down. The raw emotion Amelia demonstrates in her writing is gut-wrenching yet tender and beautiful! We can all learn something from Amelia's journey! She is a true testament to the fact that you don't know how strong you really are until you are put into a situation that tests the very core of your being." ~ Judy R. Harvey

"Amelia is a beautiful writer, and I can't imagine the depths she had to endure to put this personal journey to paper. I immediately connected with the story as Amelia penned her joyous, humbling, difficult, frustrating, and rocky journey and turned it into a stirring read. I am inspired by how she stepped up to all that life delivered to her and tells her story with dignity, humor and wit. This is an amazing love story and testimony to faith, life's connectivity, and the author's personal strength." ~ Jennifer

"I loved this story! So much heart went into the writing and such tenderness shown. Losing your man, no matter how it happens, is completely devastating. Reading this book you will laugh out loud one moment and reach for tissues the next." ~ Amazon Customer

"There are not adequate words to describe ask the emotions I felt reading this well written book. It touched me. Enough said." ~ ann sikes

Message from the Author

My husband, Dave, was an impassioned creator. He saw art and inspiration everywhere. I sometimes saw him as a rich character in an amazing story. I thought the world would want to hear about his valuable lessons and intriguing life. I wished he could share his story through his art, and make music or create a screenplay about his experiences. Since he couldn't, I started thinking maybe I should. Writing about Dave seemed the best way to honor him.

As I wrote, I realized I had a story, too. A story of faith and discovery and love. And I realized a lot of the experiences in my life were worth sharing. Over the years, I've learned some stuff about life and death, and darkness and loss, and love and light.

I want Dave's and my story to spread love and light! It's honest and real. It tells the truth: love conquers all and death isn't the end.

About the Author

Amelia Marie Whalen encourages people to let go of fear and allow love. Through her experiences she has learned to face death and grief with an open heart.

She is a rock climber and mountain bike rider with a deep appreciation of nature and adventure. She works as a technical writer and graphic designer.

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"Return To Violet" by Ron Mattos

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Return To Violet

by Ron Mattos

Return To Violet is Ron Mattos' debut novel. Visit the author's website for some photos to accompany your reading experience.

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Imagine if someone offered you millions of dollars to solve a simple secret code. Would you try to solve it in your spare time or postpone everything in your life until you figured out the solution?

Brock Manion, a talented graphic artist living on the Southern California coast, is faced with just such a dilemma. After graduating from UCSD, his life is fueled by two dangerous passions - surfing big waves and racing a 300-mph jet dragster. Among the male members of his family, the courage to perform death-defying acts seemed to be genetic - something built into their DNA. The allure of danger led them to take risks for the sheer reward of an adrenalin rush. However, possessing an extra Y-chromosome does not provide the type of courage needed when confronted with a spiritual dilemma.

Return To Violet illuminates the power of forgiveness and reveals how it affects the hearts and lives of those who least expect it. The story provides readers with suspense, adventure, humor, passion ... and perhaps even a bit of enlightenment.

Excerpt

"In the beginning…no, wait a minute. It was long before that. It was a god-zillion years before the beginning, back when the I AM was the only personality throughout all infinity. The infinite mind of the I AM conceived a new idea. Then the I AM visualized a mental image, a picture of this new idea, and was well-pleased because this new picture was good. Actually, it was better than good–it was perfect. Then, in the blink of a third eye, the Infinite Mind expressed the thought of the I AM, and the cosmos were astir with the initiation of the Big Bang."

And so went the inscription that Brock Manion was reading from the graduation card his grandmother had sent him in June 1997. The inscription continued:

"This sequence of thought-word-action, which resulted in the Big Bang, might be compared to a Polaroid camera. The deafening roar of the Big Bang can be likened to the sound of the camera's shutter, and the blinding light of creation was like the camera's flashcube. The stupendous shock waves generated by the Big Bang were comparable to the mechanical vibrations of the camera spitting out the piece of film. The dense, gaseous clouds left in the wake of the Big Bang were the emulsion on the film, and the white borders around the edges were the boundaries of time and space.

"This description is a feeble attempt to describe how the I AM can know the end from the beginning. Even though the picture isn't yet completely developed, the I AM knows the end result will be a picture of perfection because the I AM saw what was in the viewfinder. It's just a matter of time as the emulsion on the film goes through a long series of changes. The entire cosmos, including every personality therein, is slowly evolving and developing towards perfection. However, during that process, the image may seem blurred, confused, and meaningless.

"Because the I AM knows the end from the beginning, it knew that you'd be reading these very words...at this very moment.

"Living in a world of constant change is a challenge unto itself, so the trials and tribulations we face make it all the more frustrating. For you, Brock, the tragic accident that happened seven years ago was 'suffering heaped upon suffering'. If I were to be granted one wish–just one–I'd wish that you stopped blaming yourself because what happened was an ACCIDENT!

"The Buddha once said, 'To understand everything is to forgive everything.' If we had the luxury of seeing the big picture, the God's-eye-view of the world, everything would make so much more sense. However, we don't have that perspective, so we fumble through life searching for answers, all the while trying to make sense out of this life. Unfortunately, the accident you were involved in has complicated your search even further. Just try to remember that it wasn't your fault, and that you have to forgive yourself, but that's difficult for you because you don't understand the meaning and value of divine forgiveness.

"No matter who we are, divine forgiveness is free for the asking, and it's free to everyone across the human spectrum, whether they're a witchdoctor in the Congo or an atom-splitting scientist in Switzerland.

"There is one catch: when you accept divine forgiveness for your misdeeds, you must become a conduit of forgiveness before you can experience it in your soul...you must allow its redeeming powers to flow through you to others.

"As the saying goes, 'To err is human, to forgive divine.' Mistakes and accidents have been around since the times of Adam and Eve. We live in an imperfect world where such things are bound to happen, so don't allow unfortunate incidents to ruin your life because of the associated guilt and shame.

"Brock, you're my only grandson and you know you mean the world to me. Now that you're graduating from college, please take my words to heart as you move on to the next phase of your life, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. I apologize for writing this little sermon in your card, but I needed to express my concern for your well-being. I don't want anything to stop you from actualizing your tremendous potential, because I've always believed that you're destined to make this world a better place. I have faith that it will all come to pass if you're guided by Truth, Beauty, and Goodness."

After Brock finished reading his grandmother's tiny, elegant lettering, he took a pen and pad from the bedroom dresser, sat on the bed, and wrote the following:

"I, Brock Manion, leave all of my worldly possessions to my mother and father, Marina and Troy, the world's greatest parents. You've devoted 25 years of your lives to me, and you did it with love and understanding. I've tried to make you proud of me, so I hope this doesn't ruin it. I'm also hoping that you'll never have to read this."

Over the years, his father had always told him to take a minute and think before acting, then ask yourself if you'd want your actions written on your tombstone. His father's words inspired him to add the following to his note:

"P.S. Here are the words I want on my tombstone: 'Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once'."

The words were from a quote that had always stuck in his mind after hearing them in a literature class while studying Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. The words were from a quote that had always stuck in his mind. He'd first heard them in a literature class, when they were studying Shakespeare's Julius Caesar.

He was reading over what he'd just written when he heard the sound of a flathead V-8 revving up in front of the house. The engine revved a few more times, followed by a sputtering sound as the exhaust passed through a pair of glasspacks before spitting out the tailpipes. He placed the note on the dresser in his old bedroom, where he'd been sleeping the past few days while house-sitting for his parents, then set his wallet and keys next to the note and headed down the hall for the front door.

When he opened the front door, he saw his ride waiting for him at the curb. It was a primer-black 1950 Mercury 2-door sled. Inside the long, lowered coupe, were silhouettes of six heads, barely visible through the tinted glass. Three heads up front and three in the back. Brock walked to the passenger-side door and crawled into the back seat, where he and the others were crowded as sardines. Once Brock was inside, the passenger who was riding shotgun slammed the door; then the driver dropped it in gear and they drove away. The owner and driver of the car was a lifelong friend named Bob Roberts. He looked in the rear-view mirror at Brock and warned, "You might want to rethink this, bro. The forecast was revised and now the waves are supposed to get up to 20 feet tonight. If you change your mind, nobody will think the worse. In fact, it'd probably be a relief to everyone if you didn't go through with it. Do you wanna think about it?"

There was a moment of silence and then Brock calmly replied, "I think you should step on it."

As the old jalopy sputtered away, a chromed, car club plaque with the name BobSled was visible in the rear window; and on the rear bumper, there was an oval, white sticker with the black letters WWJD? Below the letters were the tiny words that read: What Would Jesus Drive?

Brock leaned forward and made a song request to the guy sitting shotgun. The windows were rolled up, so they cranked up the volume. A few seconds later, the sound of the song "Walk" by Pantera was thumping inside the car as it went down the road throbbing like an elongated pig heart. The metal trim inside the car vibrated, buzzing with each note of the bass guitar. The seven heads inside the car were bobbing in unison as if they were at the Wailing Wall. When it came to the main words of the song, they all yelled along, "RE...SPECT...WALK!!!"

The long 2-door coupe rumbled north from Newport Beach, and headed up the Coast Highway to Huntington. They were crossing the bridge near the Santa Ana River jetties when the song ended. When the driver rolled down his window, the car quickly filled with the smell of salt air. Brock took a deep breath, and then asked to hear the same song again. Without hesitation, the driver rolled up his window and restarted the song from the beginning. As they continued towards their destination, each and every request made by Brock was instantly fulfilled by his friends: they were behaving more like prison guards, catering to every detail as they prepared the final meal for a condemned man.

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By J Rock

A wonderful Southern California adventure and a sweet love story all tied together with universal wisdom. There is something for everyone to like in this one from jet dragsters, lovable grandmas and grandpas, scary dudes, and a search for infinite wisdom. I was transfixed by many scenes and the author kept several interesting story lines going. Loved Booda and you will want to hide from Zane Cross!

Definitely worth a read, and you might learn something about forgiveness and not jumping to conclusions. Lots of interesting tidbits woven throughout too.

About the Author

The author is a native Californian living in North County San Diego, a graduate of Chapman University and employed by California State University San Marcos. Return To Violet was inspired by the desire to write a mystery-adventure story that was entertaining, humorous, and that contained elements of truth, beauty and goodness. He hopes this book will give readers around the world some insight about life in Southern California’s fast lane.

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"Forgiving the Unforgivable" by Niramisa Weiss

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Forgiving the Unforgivable:
Removing the Obstacles to Love

by Niramisa Weiss

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It is one thing struggling to forgive our nearest and dearest those foolish squabbles that leave us bitter and upset. But what about the big stuff; that which we cannot comprehend?

While we fail to understand why humans behave so atrociously, we must cherish the belief in 'evil' and harbour condemnation in our hearts for our fellows. And while there is any justification for condemnation, we will not know peace.

What if we were sure that every regrettable act any human being has ever committed was utterly unavoidable? What if we knew we would all do exactly the same given the same set of circumstances? What if we could finally see that the cause of all our woes is a simple error in thinking that everyone shares in equal measure?

The liar in the human mind is our one and only problem. When it is clear that 'evil' cannot be real and that every 'unforgivable' act is caused by a mistaken belief in falsity, our eternal innocence will be impossible to deny.

If God were real, we ask, how could He let these terrible things happen to the innocent? Let's find out why God has nothing to do with any of it, regardless of whether He exists or not.

Together, we will discard everything obstructing our awareness of love. Together, we will forgive the unforgivable.

Are you ready for the next perfect step?

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Once upon a time, a famous composer wrote a piece of music that was so far outside the human collective consciousness’ definition of normality at the time, it sparked a riot when it premiered in Paris in 1913. Stravinsky’s orchestral ballet, The Rite Of Spring, provoked such an intense emotional reaction in the audience, the music became inaudible due to the uproar and chairs were even thrown around. This was not the same sort of irritation we feel when we hear banal Bieber ditties; no, this was more like an audience meeting alien beings on the musical stage. The newness shocked and terrified them, sending them into a tizzy. They did not know what they were doing.

At varying levels of intensity, this is how we all tend to react when deeply held and cherished lies are suddenly and unexpectedly questioned for truthfulness. We believe the liar’s thoughts are our own, so whenever its ideas are cross-examined, it senses attack and this fear of attack transfers onto our erroneous self-identification with it. We believe we are being personally attacked too. Notice that it is only the lies we cherish that cause us disgruntlement when challenged. When we are able to let go of them, we stop reacting angrily whenever proof is requested of us. But whenever we must defend these false positions, the intensity of our defensiveness can get out of control and cause us to act destructively and regrettably.

The most powerful lie we all believe is that we are separate from each other, completely isolated, alone, lonely and unable to communicate from within our tiny, vulnerable bodies. This lie is so ingrained in our thoughts, we rarely notice it is just an idea. The fact that every idea we have is shared is noticed even less frequently. And even though we are not consciously aware of the lie of separation, the liar insists we defend it constantly and, in order to do so, we utilise obvious or subtle differences as proof of separateness.

The ‘all we are is a body’ lie has never been brought to question, just like many other incontestable lies we believe. If we look back at some of our major perceptual achievements in the last century we will see that it is in uncovering lies about each other and discarding them where we have found the most peace. These false ideas had never previously been questioned for truthfulness and so caused us much pain.

We may believe in the equality of all human beings but, if we remain unaware of a deeply held belief, like those deleterious ideas we believed for eons, how might we be able to discard it? Even the religious, the ‘holy’ and the ‘righteous’, century by century, have proved themselves to be as insane as everyone else. And how can they not have been, given that the problem itself has evaded awareness.

The human mind is mostly unchartered territory because the loudest voice residing within it requires us to remain ignorant of it. Even so, the obvious is staring us in the face and it just takes a quiet glance with an open mind to see everything in a different light. One obvious truth is that, because we are able to communicate with each other, this necessarily means we share ideas and conscious thoughts. The ability to communicate is our gift as humans and means that minds are connected, not separate.

The connections that we make via consciousness are relationships with each other, regardless of how long or short they may appear to endure over time. Understanding that we are all in relationship with each other, constantly, unceasingly, is the key to freedom from separation. But, as long as we believe we are separate from each other, in any sense at all, our experience of true relationship will be thwarted.

Conscious collective communication can be seen in other species on the planet, for example in ant and bird communities - I’d love to know what the parrots are chattering about so zealously even though I’m sure it’s not particularly interesting. However, the human being is the only species which has taken this communication function to its logical conclusion. It is only the human that may free the mind from the belief in the physical boundary as prison and nihilistic destiny. Today, with the resources and opportunities at hand, we have projected the truth of our connectivity into the external world in the form of telecommunications and the Internet. This is the task of the human being; to take consciousness to the next level and understanding that we are in constant relationship with each other is what it is all about.

When we who have believed in our separation, our superiority and our inferiority for eons are finally told that nothing divides us apart from false ideas, we may initially react like the audience at the Théâtre des Champs-Élysées a century ago. In fact, this is to be expected. We will bitterly, and maybe violently, defend our right to remain the top dog, and our right to remain the persecuted underling, until we can see that these ideas have no value and only serve to support suffering in the world. We may expect men to become enraged or offended when told that the beliefs they have accepted without question since birth are the aggressive labels that must inevitably lead to war, violence and the abuse of women across the world. Those men that feel they would not behave in such a way, and are deeply distressed and offended by the suggestion they are just like the mad rapist, have missed the point entirely. We use extreme examples beside subtle ones to point out that one error is the same as any other and that what our brother does in desperation and fear, we would also do given the same set of circumstances and beliefs.

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About the Author

A few years ago, Niramisa devoted her life to the Plan as described in A Course In Miracles. Since then, she has been following instructions from Spirit as best she can. She works tirelessly to play her small part in the inevitable healing of the diseased mind of humanity; the only work she believes is worth doing.

She understands that what she has uncovered of our species-wide, perceptual pathology will often be met with anger and resentment, at first. Nonetheless, she continues on fearlessly with the work she has been assigned by 'Him Upstairs'.

Who knows where all of this might lead? Niramisa hopes and prays for peace for all human beings. She says:

"It is only on the approach to truth where we are fearful and may falter and turn back. But once the truth is clearly seen for what it is, there can be no fear anymore; just a quiet assurance that the easiest way out of the colossal mess we have made with our beautiful world has suddenly been revealed."

Niramisa has already written a detailed treatise explaining the nature of the liar in the human mind. The Liar was published in April 2013. Her latest release, Forgiving the Unforgivable, was published in February 2014.

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