Finding and Starting on Your Spiritual Path

Want to heal your life?

Desire to live more holistically?

Want to develop a closer relationship with The Divine?

Feeling called to follow a higher path?

For all my newbies and beginners consciously starting on their spiritual path...

This site to created for light beings who are beginning their spiritual path in a more conscious way and looking for some helpful tips.


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Hard Work is Not The Path to Well-Being.

Hard work is not the path to Well-Being. Feeling 

good is the path to Well-Being. You don’t create

through action; you create through vibration. 

And then, your vibration calls action from you.

Excerpted from Washington, DC on 5/7/05

Our Love
Esther (Abraham and Jerry)

Loving Us More in Honor of Black History Month

Black People, Love, Light, Healing, Spirit, Greatness

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Still I Rise    

By Maya Angelou

           

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops,

Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise.

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