Every one of you was born into this fog of forgetfulness.
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Soul-Reading Weekend with Eileen
Holding the space for your soul.
The Universe is Pressing In: A Poem from the Mother
I speak to those who came to rise.
On the Banks of a New Reality
Practice being that Grace, that Beauty, even though the world around you is falling further and further away...
The Writing is Definitely on the Wall. So which Wall do you Read?
I could feel that we had just made another big leap.