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Re: The Way
Fri, February 6, 2009 - 9:49 AMOkay, after the hyping title...
these are books written by a Russian man who was called to the Siberian wilderness, and met a woman, Anastasia, living without clothing or shelter in the wilderness. bers cuddle with her for warmth, and birds drop her berries and seeds to survive through the wintershe's beautiful, she's massively intelligent, and she has psychic attunements that make me feel like a toddler.
Importantly, she guides the way into a future full of magic and love. How do we learn to dream ourselves into such a way?
You can FEEL the energy connecting just by caring. I highly recomend checking this out.
Anyone read them? I've only had sections in my travels.
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Re: The Way
Sat, February 7, 2009 - 2:57 AMDon't you reckon that's fiction? Seems like celestine prophesies, or medicine woman or casteneda books to me. Bunch of god damned fiction distorting and capitalizing and denigrating sacred truths, in my opinion. -
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Sat, February 7, 2009 - 4:05 AMWell, I couldn't even pick up Celestine proph, and Casteneda makes mea little sick to my stomach. I reacted against the - idea - of these, but then the people who were reading them shared some passages and taught us to plant seeds the way this woman guides us to, and it made the air sparkle.
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Re: The Way
Sat, February 7, 2009 - 6:05 AMnetmar.com/~maat/archiv...1/anastas.htm
whether ya'll believe in her or not, this is a huge phenomena taking hold, and its amazing to know that millions of Russians, and now other Europeans, are taking to this...,\ -
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Re: The Way
Sun, February 8, 2009 - 6:44 AMYesterday I was sitting with William. William is seven.
We have a very intense connection... I gave him all my childhood OZ books. He has taught me some Yoga moves that none of my 'elder' teachers have been able to pinpoint... 'just flip all the way over in one motion...'
We sat in silence for a bit... then I remembered the excerpts Katia and I read yesterday of Anastasia...
'Hey William, wouldn't it be cool to meditate clearly enough that machine guns melted inside so badly they couldn't be fixed?'
He thought about it for a second. 'how about just the machine guns of people who are attacking other people who aren't doing anything?' he replied.
'we can start there'
He got a big grin on his face.
'Tell the other kids' I said, in an intense whisper that surpised me.
His hands immediately went into a prayer and he closed his eyes.
I could see the energy pouring in and out of his third eye.
His hands came down.
He'd told them.
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