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The rising sun comes to chase the away the dreams of the night. A light born of the fire of truth, forever burning away the unreal. Darkness is this day pealed away by the dawning heat that warms the face of the lucid watcher, humbly receptive to the majesty of its blessings. For now the night has gone and given its treasures back to the sea, and yet she is still calling me, calling to take me into her depths, calling for me to dive beneath the waves and dream in the shade of night again. What this light reveals the eyes will see behind, for the witness has seen a vision not her own and turns away from what she mistook as true. A temptation to… Read More

Our meditation and hypnosis sessions use binaural beat frequency technology to assist the wave patterns of the brain to relax in to a state where accelerated healing and change can occur. With our listening programs you will: * Experience deep trance and meditative states easily and effortlessly. * Experience the benefits of brain hemisphere synchronization. Including; ~ Increased mental clarity. ~ Emotional balance. ~ Enhance memory recall and learning ability. ~ Enhanced concentration and creativity. What are binaral beat frequencies?<br> Binaural beats or binaural tones are auditory processing artifacts, or apparent sounds, the perception… Read More

The dream of a tear on the mother's cheek. A stream of forgiveness falling. In colorful pearls anointing its place among all that is ever heard calling. Beaming in the heart of the copper shield, Fallowing the emerald stream, The doorway is forever open to the undreamt, the unsaid and the unseen. The embryonic portal for the flower of life, birthing crystals in waves, Her life fruiting in the mind of a child, dancing on the elders graves. The Hero's journey in a vortex born, Torn from the galactic center, wandering the labyrinths of far off dimensions, in the land where none may enter. A dream of a tear on the mother's cheek, A ray of forgiveness… Read More

Your heart beat, however faint and distant, quietly drones in my ear, steadily sounding the primordial call. Like a lighthouse on the shores of the Great Sea, its gentle rhythm points the way to you. I felt the warmth of your breath, but I did not see your lungs. I felt the wind of your movement, but I did not see your spiral dance. But for a thin curtain of flesh to blind the vision of the eye. A veil of tissue and bone to masquerade what you have made. This guardian of the threshold, this curtain of mercurial steel, lead in matter, but gold in spirit, paraded in the empty and unreal.
In the vision of you this tinny layer of skin was parted… Read More