“We are too precious to kill ourselves in war”

In this video Gregg Braden shares ancient wisdom of the Essenes as well as practical advice to live accordingly.

https://youtu.be/m8OTTQojSg4

#EmbraceItAll #HeartbasedLiving #TurningShitIntoFertilizer #MakeLifeALivingPrayer

https://youtu.be/cVCz1-fQmxo

25 sept in Amsterdam.

Kaartjes koop je via https://dmooiste.com/movie/

Soms kom ik iemand als deze Aaron tegen, die alles wat ik dusver leerde en integreerde in mijn praktijk (ten diepste dan, niet iets wat cliënten perse merken) in een notendop over kan brengen.

Voor wie into spiritualiteit is, is dit kanaal wellicht een aanrader. Ik herken er oa de Demartini methode in, wat ik van de Essenen leerde, ‘a course in miracles’ en ‘the law of one’.

Enjoy..!

https://youtube.com/@aaronabke

Dit is 1 van mijn favorieten:
https://youtu.be/aPeS9YTCdiM

#christconsciousness

Fijne zondag lieve mensen ❤️

Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and gray, looking up on a summer's day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul. Shadow on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils, catch the breeze and winter chills in colors on a dreamy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me, how you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free. They wouldn't listen and they did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry starry night, flaming flowers that brightly blaze, swirling clouds in violet haze, reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue. Colors changing hue, morning fields of amber grain, weathered faces lined in pain are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me, how you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free. They wouldn't listen and did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you but still your love was true and when no hope was left inside on that starry starry night, you took your life as lovers often do. I could have told you Vincent, this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

Starry Starry night, portraits hang in empty halls, frameless heads on nameless walls, with eyes that watch the world and can't forget. Like the strangers that you've met, the ragged man in ragged clothes, the silver thorn of bloody rose lay crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me, how you suffered for your sanity, how you tried to set them free. They wouldn't listen and did not know how, perhaps they'll listen now.

https://open.spotify.com/track/3VAIny0fsmbiZCwt3817Ay

Close-up of a dragonfly wing

📸 Kelly J. Rebar
National Geographic Nature