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What Dreams May Come

Our whole experience together was dream reality was metaphor and yes I have left you with a very rich legacy […]

Awakening From The Dream

Oh how you burn for me and that's OK but trust me you're now seeing through a glass darkly as […]

Jeff Takes A Journey

                                                 Who seeks for heaven alone to save his soul, May keep the path, but will not reach the goal; […]

A Message of Peace, Planted in Time

I looked back and forth through the window of 15th century Spain, through the hues of Judaism, Islam and Christianity, and was drawn into a fascinating world: history, religion, cross-cultural fertilization… For some medieval minds the mirror “was the door through which the soul frees itself by passing”…for others the pursuit of personal refinement was likened to “polishing the mirror of the soul.”

An Unexpected Visitor

  IF I'd learned anything from the first session with Dee, it was that there was absolutely no telling where […]

A Letter from Scott, Outside of Time

Time is not an issue it just is a construct it's not important Most important realize that the space between […]

“You Continue to Possess Me Even Now”

Despite the recurring dark anguish in my life, it seemed that as my path unfolded I was being given message after message, clue after miraculous clue, a key to every lock, just as I was ready to receive and to use them. I suppose spiritual awareness, like grief, is a process into which one must grow, sufficiently vast to require time for processing and for healing. A few weeks later, on a day

A Spirit Begins To Stir – part one

On a deeper level, Scott’s brief communication offered a message of healing in another important way. During the years we made our way through life together, we had faced everything as a team. All of life’s joys were made sweeter in the sharing, and the inevitable slings and arrows softened by the shield of our love. But yet there I had been on the morning of Scott’s passing, left unable to share this most momentous of experiences with him. I had seen him all the way through, bearing witness to the crowning “experience of a lifetime,” but now felt keenly the depths of my isolation. More than ever before I longed to be with him in this experience, to talk it through with him, to somehow help soften its impact in the sharing. But death had slammed the door shut on me, and hard, leaving me unable to do so.

A Little Help From My Friends

But everything was different now. I knew Scott was dead, yet also felt a strengthening sense that he was not gone. I longed for nothing more than the communication that was conceivably now so important to the both of us, and heard Daviea’s words with a new openness.