We humans have an intricate connection with our Moon, this loyal companion of the night. And even though she has become such a thing of course (who is really attuned to her rhythms anymore?), our inner worlds, our thoughts, and emotions, but also our bodily rhythms, our waters, and our blood, never stopped to be greatly moved by her magnetic dance in the sky.

I have a beloved Shamanic ritual. Upon going to sleep, to clear my Self from lower energies, to attune to higher ones, and even for healing, I retreat into my Sacred Garden. It is a dreamy place living in me beyond time and space. It is just mine. My own creation and treasured secret. I go there by setting the intention and dropping my Third Eye into my Heart. And then I see and feel this place.

Words.
The Mind is in love with the magic of words.
Does the Mind even have a chance to not fall for words?

It intrigues me, that the story of life is a story of consciousness, and that therefore, the evolution of human life is the development of consciousness respectively self-consciousness. This means further that the fuel of evolution is the self-propelled urge to discover the wholesome and authentic Self within the greater scheme of a universal life. ‘What is life and who am I in this life?’ is the question which longs to be answered in every aspect.