The abundance of wildlife in and around the ashram where I am staying in North India. I am surrounded by deer, fireflies, bugs galore including many species of ant, caterpillars, centipede’s and more dragonfly’s than I can possibly count, not to mention the butterflies in all their array of different colours. The sheer amount of birds species is incredible! I also saw a peacock wondering around this afternoon. I adore the sweet squirrels with their stripy raccoon style colouring. They’re so tame. Always scampering everywhere but not really running too far away.
I was eating my fruit in the kitchen this morning and I found I had a lizard for company. Not a gecko ( I do love them and they’re everywhere), but a very long tailed green lizard. It was wonderful!
Everywhere I look there is some creature, running, scampering, playing, flying, or crawling. Or in the case of Holy the old dog, lying down having a belly rub. 🙂
The silence. Besides the many different bird song, there is just…. simply… silence.
My breath. Bringing awareness to my breath during meditation. It’s sweetness, the force with which I am being kept alive, fills my heart with gratitude.
The drive from Menara airport to my riad was interesting and filled me with a wonderful sense of excitement for the days ahead. I loved the sights, the people and the busyness of the markets as we drove by.
When we left the main roads and turned into the windy, narrow streets of the medina, I was in awe of the sights. We drove past market stalls full of fruit, vegetables and other goods. Past donkeys pulling carts and secret doorways which led to who knows where. Women in burkas were walking together hand in hand with their children or just stood chatting by the high walls of their homes. Men sat playing cards at tables outside small cafes and worked on fixing bicycles. I was amazed at how our car could fit down these narrow streets and sometimes there were literally just inches to spare between us and a donkey!
Finally, our car could go no further and we got out and walked the rest of the way. Thankfully, the taxi driver walked with me as I think I never would’ve found my way to the Riad had I been left to walk alone. After about 5 minutes of walking, we came to an ornate looking black door. We rang the bell and waited only a few seconds before it was answered by a very friendly and welcoming lady who showed me inside.
Now, as I said in my other post, which you can find HERE, my visit to Marrakech was very impulsive and arranged only a couple of days before I flew, and I really hadn’t done a whole lot of research into Riads or Medinas! I’d seen a few photos of the Riad on Airbnb but really, I had absolutely no idea what to expect.
Basically, as a very short description for those who don’t know, a Riad is a Moroccan traditional house, normally with two or more storeys around an Andalusian-style courtyard that contains a fountain. ( Thank you Wiki – read more HERE).
I went down a few steps into a beautiful courtyard. I loved it! The furniture, the decor, the style, the ornaments, Moroccan lamps, the painted furniture, the dark wood doors and not to mention the gorgeous fountain.
I was shown to a sofa and immediately an ornate small table was set in front of me and a tray with a beautiful, traditional teapot and a small glass was set upon it. I was also presented with a selection of Moroccan pastries and a wet flannel to wipe my face. All of this was complimentary!
I sat and drank hot, sweet mint tea and soaked up my surroundings. The overhead sun warmed my face and birds flew around the courtyard, their song echoing on the surrounding high walls. I relaxed to the sound of the flowing water from the fountain and felt happy.
I was shown to my room and, once again, I couldn’t believe my eyes! My room was gorgeous! I have never stayed in such a beautiful space before and as for the bathroom – just wow! Again, more mint tea was bought for me and complimentary fruit skewers.
After my tea, I laid on my bed and sunk into the thick duvet and huge pillows. Absolute heaven!
If you like, you can watch a quick video HERE on my YouTube channel where I show you around the Riad starting from the courtyard right up to the beautiful roof terrace where I had my breakfast the following morning.
I actually was stunned at the value for money at this Riad. I was paying just £11 GBP a night! There were more slightly larger rooms which were a little dearer but my room would be perfectly adequate for a couple.
Included in the price was:
Mint tea, pastries, fruit skewers and a flannel upon arrival.
A thick robe.
Shampoo, conditioner and shower gel, all in gorgeous little bottles.
A huge breakfast which consisted of pancakes, bread, yoghurt, fruit salad, juice, coffee, jam, honey and butter.
Here’s a LINK to El Faris Riad website. Should you decide to visit Marrakech, I hope you take this gorgeous little Riad into consideration.
I had an unexpected week off and before I knew it I was looking at Air BnB’s in Marrakesh.
The word MARRAKESH just literally fell into my head like, BAMM!!
Why? I don’t know. But there it was.
I didn’t have an instinctual feeling to be there. There wasn’t some kind of spiritual or mysetrious pull to visit Morocco, but the word was big, loud and obvious and so I booked.
I hardly had any money and there certainly wasn’t going to be spends for souvenirs and excursions. I booked a flight with Easy Jet and decided to take only hand luggage and so there was no need to pay extra for a hold bag and I really didn’t care where I sat on the plane so I didn’t pay extra for any preferred seating either.
Just me, one small backpack enough to fit some basic clothes in, enough money for food and a little extra for some small extra’s ( whatever they may turn out to be ), a confirmed BnB at a Riad in the Medina for just £11 per night, and a massive sense for travel adventure.
I had no idea what to expect…… but I was oh, so pleasently suprised.
I have made a video HERE of the journey from the airport to my Riad. Please enjoy.
I would like to share with you all a powerful story of how an eight-year-old child realised her own power.
I wish to share this story with you so that I can gift, uplift and inspire you all so that you may understand the truth of your own being, your own power.
Your alignment with the universe is truly a thing of beauty and when it happens, it’s incredibly exciting!
So, I’ll start off with a story, which includes my daughter. Actually, it’s kind of her story. I was a guide but she was the one who manifested the magic 🙂
My twins have a very rare chromosome condition called Smith- Magenis syndrome, SMS for short. I won’t go too much into that now, but you can google it if you’re interested. But just to say, briefly, it’s where chromosome 17 is missing or a little bit wobbly in it’s own way and SMS, when compared with the behaviour presented by folks of ALL other disabilities and chromosome conditions ( I refuse to say abnormalities when I’m describing the condition – I really don’t like that word) is up there as the number one most challenging condition, behaviourally and physically.
By the time my daughter was eight years old, she was still wetting the bed nightly. She was fine during the day, but at night was totally incontinent. As a lone parent to 3 children and where my daughter’s twin, brother also had SMS, but very much more severe than India, I was tearing my hair out.
We had previously had meetings with the incontinence nurse who said, finally, that if the problem persisted we could have a bedwetting alarm or such thing, but it turned out we never actually needed this because magic happened instead!
I had recently read The Power of Your Subconscious Mind by Dr Joseph Murphy and that book literally changed our lives. That book started my awakening process. I realised that my daughter, with my guidance, ( she was eight years old at the time) could quite literally heal her incontinence issues by herself and so I decided to guide her into giving it a go.
I didn’t sleep for years as people with SMS have reversed circadian rhythms so not only was I awake all night with m,y son who wore nappies until- forever, ( he still has pads at nearly 18 years old), but my daughter refused to so overnight I was changing sheets and nighties.
I coached my daughter into knowing that whatever she thought in her mind, and if she believed that, it would come true. When I put her to bed, I told her to imagine waking up in the morning completely dry. I asked her to visualise running into my bed in the morning with a completely dry nighty and bed sheets and I asked her to imagine, with all her might, the amazing feeling of a lovely dry bed, nightly, and how warm and cosy that would make her feel. I told her to NEVER EVER AGAIN think about the cold, wet, stickiness of a wet bed and nighty and to put that out of her mind completely. My daughter was super fired up and took the challenge well. No one more than she wanted her to heal.
I sat by her and taught her to say, over and over, ‘Tonight I’m dry’ I watched her fall asleep this way.
It didn’t work and I told her not to give up and we would try again the next night.
The same as above.
She smashed it! Exactly as she had visualised, she ran into my bedroom in the morning as dry as a freaking bone!
My daughter, from that day onwards, has never wet the bed again. My (then) eight-year-old child healed herself of a debilitating aspect of her condition through the power of intent.
During her early teen years, whenever she was facing difficulties, I reminded her of her power but she shrugged it off saying I was just some hippy and she’ didn’t believe in all that shit’, hahaha.
Nearly 10 years on, my daughter has defied any preconceived ideas about how her condition should define her. She is strong-minded, focused on her desires and is a regular manifestator!She absolutely refuses to be beaten by life circumstances and is one of the most positive people I know! When I’m having my mini breakdowns she holds me and says, ‘You can do this, mum’.
If she can align with the Universe and heal herself at eight years old, I’m sure we all can!
Please share your own amazing stories and let’s raise the vibration.
This excerpt from the documentary KUNDALINI highlights how our kundalini energy, our awakened consciousness, which rises from the root chakra to the crown, is depicted in religions of the world.
According to Hindu tradition, Kundalini Shakti or the divine feminine energy resides at the base of the spine in the first chakra and slowly makes her ascent up the spine when she has been awakened. Her role as divine energy is to travel to the crown chakra at the top of the head to unite with her beloved Shiva, the divine masculine energy, or pure consciousness who is inert until the sacred circuit is completed. Shakti’s duty is to purify the individual in the soul body, physical body, mental body, psychological body and emotional body as she ascends, giving us her blessings to evolve to our maximum potential. Kundalini nourishes the Tree of Life within us and is coiled up like a sleeping snake and therefore it is called the serpent power.
Christians called it a reflection of the Holy Ghost. The Old Testament symbol becomes significant in Christianity when Christ suggests Kundalini awakening. And as Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness even as the Son of Man be lifted up that whosoever believeth in him should not perish but have eternal life.
The caduceus, held by Roman God Mercury with one or two coiled serpents entwined around the staff, represents Kundalini which rises along the central, subtle channel in a spiral movement.
The Lord Buddha spoke of the Middle Path to achieve Nirvana. He was actually describing the central channel Sushumna which the Kundalini ascends from the root chakra to the crown chakra.
In the Holy Quran, the prophet Mohammed Sahib talked of the day of resurrection when he says that The Hands Will Speak. When Kundalini awakening occurs a flow of energy in the form of cool vibrations from the hands is experienced. And the various chakras can be felt on parts of the hands and fingers.
Shekhina, the radiance of God is the Hebrew concept of Kundalini Shakti. It is a feminine Hebrew word meaning the dwelling or settling and is used to denote the dwelling or settling presence of God.
“The thing to be aware of though, when a person is going through the process of raising their kundalini Shakti, it’s very difficult for them to identify it and it’s what I call the false kundalini process or the false born again. It’s a fairly easy process if I were ruthless and wanted to control people, to lead them through it. What it is is a mind control technique. It’s really simple. It’s done quite often in charismatic churches. Where you:
Allow the volume or your voice to go up and down.
Tell a sad story, a happy story, knock a person’s emotional consciousness of balance.
Induce guilt, fear or anger.
Offer them a way to get rid of that.
They will swear on a bible they are born again and it has absolutely nothing to do with religion. It is a mind control game. It is actually a stage hypnosis induction technique.
It’s totally false and where it is so dangerous is, the pitfall is instead of you surrendering to the Divine, which is what makes a person raise the consciousness slope, the person surrenders their authority to another human being. They look for some-ONE to surrender their authority to.”
The majority of what we are shown is fear-inducing, low vibrational content. Not all of the time, granted. Comedy shows and earth and animal documentaries are great and really interest me and I’m sure you guys all have your own personal favourites too, but the sad fact is, we never really get shown the truth about the stuff that really matters.
I discovered an ad on Instagramlast year for Gaia TV which really resonated with me at the time as I was experiencing another of my awakening processes, part of which you can read about here.
Gaia’s vision is to power the evolution of consciousness.
Gaia’s mission is to create a transformational network that empowers a global conscious community.
I liked their ethos so I had a little peek at the website, and I realised that this conscious TV was the type I’d like to watch. So, I subscribed and have now been enjoying Truth TV, at it’s best, for the past ten months.
Sometimes, I watch the documentaries and films whilst doing nothing else. Other times I place my laptop on my kitchen counter and watch/listen whilst I am washing up or cooking. Often times my ears really prick up and a particular part and I think, ‘I really need to note this down for my blog’!
I just feel that I want more and more people to see these amazing films. The teachings within all of the topics have certainly awakened me to mind-blowing stuff I had never known before. And that’s one of the reasons I love this website. I’m being educated whilst doing the washing up!
So, yeah, I have noted so many areas of interest which I’d like to share with you readers and I will continue to do so. Just click on Gaia in my main menu and it’ll take you to a ( eventually) library of conscious raising content.
I went shopping yesterday to stock up on all my healthy essentials as I was running so low.
I feel fortunate to see my cupboards and fridge looking so healthy. Having spent a lot of time in India and witnessing, first hand, the downright poverty which is so in your face present in many areas, I do not take our good fortune for granted.
I also feel especially fortunate that my children and I, not only have food to eat but that we can actually choose what to buy, what to eat. We can choose to be healthy. Many families are eating but far from properly or healthily. Fruit and veg aren’t cheap and often far more costly than some cheap, packaged, processed meat, or freezer type meat and veg.
With the exception of last year when I had some time off to travel, for the past eight years since we moved to this house with its garden, I’ve grown my families vegetables. And I shall do the same again this year and will post regular updates too.
Anyway, my breakfast this morning was an amazing, delicious and healthy smoothie bowl.
This evening, I was looking over old photos of some artwork I’d completed from some years back.
I came across a very large piece and which I still have in my possession.
The painting was inspired by my love of henna art. I love henna art work so much! If I was able to have this beautiful and amazing artwork painted over my whole body, every day, then I would!
I am in love with the intricate designs whether they be from Indian or Arabic origin.
I am in awe of the professional mehndi artists who hold the cone with so much ease and draw with such precision. I recently discovered on youtube there are professional mehndi artist competitions!
This project took me some time to complete as being a very busy mum to younger children at the time, I went back to it and painted when I had time. A little bit here and there. I used a combination of fine liners including:
I hope you enjoy looking through the photos 🙂
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As a part of my short North India trip last year, one item on my must-see/do list was to ride the toy train from Kalka to Shimla.
The railway line was built in 1898 in order to connect the summer capital of the British Raj, Shimla, with the rest of the Indian rail system. The building of the line was complete in 1903 and that year marked the train’s first journey.
This gorgeous and quaint piece of history winds it’s way up 96km ( 60 miles) of steep hills with spectacular views of the surrounding countryside and mountains. The train travels through no less than 103 tunnels, over 864 bridges and around 900 curves!
The train itself is only 2ft 6″ wide and with seating capacity for around 22 people, so, if like our journey where the carriage was full of folk, things can get a little noisy and cosy, which I don’t mind at all!
We arrived at Chandigarh airport from Delhi early in the morning and took a taxi ride to Kalka. The 43km ( 27 miles) journey cost 1200 rupees which equates to roughly £15.
Once on the station, it turned out to be a bit of a mad rush to actually get on the train and even then we weren’t certain we’d get a seat. The ticket for the six-hour long train ride up to Shimla cost an incredible 25 rupees each! It was quite funny actually, running like mad along the station to jump aboard before the train left. Anyway, we managed to secure a couple of spaces in the corner of a carriage which was full to the brim with other families.
The journey starts at Kalka, just North of Chandigarh and ends in Shimla, both places being in the mountainous region of Himachal Pradesh. We were headed for Shoghi, 15km South of Shimla, as we had booked a room on the very top floor of a guesthouse there. Apparently, our room had a large balcony area with wonderful views of the mountains so I was really excited to see it.
As we were heading out of Kalka, I was very sad to see the sheer amount of rubbish which lay strewn along the side of the train track. I don’t mean a little bit- I’m talking hundreds of yards of mountains of crap! The Shimla toy train is a UNESCO Heritage site and it seems such a shame that that particular area isn’t a little more cared for. I know it’s India and India is full of mountains of litter, but still, a bit of a clear up job wouldn’t go amiss. A sad first impression. In fact, the family sitting opposite us threw a sweet wrapper out of the window without a care. Anyway, I digress. India’s MAHOOSIVE litter problem and the debate on why perfectly educated, well dressed and clean individuals with spotless homes, think nothing of throwing litter on the ground, is not for me to write about in this post – although, do feel free to leave a comment if you can shed any light on the matter!
I felt so happy to be on this little train whilst in snaked its way up through the foothills of the Himalayas. Not least because I’d always dreamed of seeing these mountains and this was a small start. A very far cry away from my life for the previous 5 years in the UK where I had fought tooth and nail to secure the correct services for my twins and had barely left the house whilst Rune wasn’t attending school for over two years. But as I left the litter by the train tracks behind me, so did I leave that part of my life and instead, here I was in this small carriage of the quaintest little train I’ve ever seen.
I loved to watch the families, all chatting together, laughing and sharing snacks. I love people watching, especially those whose language and culture are so different to mine. I wonder about their lives, their relatives, their hopes and dreams and I hope that they’re happy. I watched the face of the woman in front of me as she slept. ‘I’d like to draw her face’, I thought to myself. With her beautiful high cheekbones and her colourful scarf wrapped over her head, I thought she was stunning.
As the train climbed higher, the views became more spectacular. Passengers, including myself, took turns to stand in the open doorway and take photos, shoot videos or simply stand there and watch the world go by. Heaven.
The train stopped off briefly at various stations along the route. I particularly liked Barog. It was very picturesque and I remember we stayed there for quite a while and bought food from the stalls which were lined up on the platform.
I had only two weeks in India this time and we wanted to pack quite a bit in, so we had left Goa and flew to Delhi in the early hours of the morning, instead of catching the train ( which I would have preferred to do), and then waited in Delhi airport, trying to not fall asleep over our early breakfast before flying on to Chandigarh. A few hours into our journey on the toy train, it became hard to keep our eyes open anymore so we slept as best we could as the train trundled higher into the mountains.
Finally, after a six hour journey, we were nearing Shimla and stopped briefly at a station which name, at that time, I hadn’t taken notice of. It was only when we were heading off again that I realised it had been Shoghi, the town where I had booked our homestay. I hadn’t realised that Shoghi had a station so it was a case of heading back down the tracks on a different train with slightly larger carriages.
We reached Shoghi and there we left the train. There were an incredible amount of steps to walk down and I’d long since realised that my rucksack was far too large, so carrying that didn’t make for an easy descent.
We reached a lovely little coffee shop and sat for a while there while I took some more photos and made another vlog for my YouTube channel.
I felt so incredibly happy to be here in Shoghi, looking over at the mountains I had been longing to see for as long as I can remember. I had absolutely loved riding the toy train, I love India, I love everything I experience here, the good, the bad and the ugly and now I was ready to head to our guesthouse, eat, shower and sleep.
I have recently read Autobiography of a Yogi and it is the most remarkable and spiritually moving book I have ever read. Here is an excerpt from this profound, life affirming book. There will be many more excerpts to come.
Taken from page 171.
The knowledge of ‘good and evil’ promised Eve by the ‘serpent, refers to the dualistic and oppositional experiences that mortals under maya ( illusion) must undergo. Falling into delusion through misuse of his feeling and reason, or Eve-and Adam- consciousness, man relinquishes his right to enter the heavenly garden of divine self sufficiency. The personal responsibility of every human is to restore his ‘parents’ or dual nature to a unified harmony or Eden.
“And the Lord God planted a garden eastward in Eden; and there he put the man whom he had formed” – Genesis 3:23. ( Bible)
The divine man first made by God had his consciousness centred in the omnipotent single eye in the forehead ( eastward). The all creative powers of his will, focused at that spot, were lost to man when he began to “till the ground” of his physical nature.
The ‘Adam and Eve’ story of the Hindus is recounted in the hoary Puranas, Srimad Bhagavata. the first man and woman ( beings in physical form) are called Swayambhuva Manu ( ‘man born of the creator’) and his wife Satarupa (‘true image’). Their five children intermarried with Prajapatis ( perfect beings who could assume corporeal form); from these first divine families was born the human race.
Never in East or West have I heard anyone else expound the Christian scriptures with so deep a spiritual insight as Sri Yukteswar’s. “Theologians have misinterpreted Christ’s words, “Master said, in such passages as ‘I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me’ ( John 14:6, Bible).
Jesus meant, never that he was the sole Son of God, it that no man can attain the unqualified Absolute, the transcendent Father beyond creation, until he has first manifested the ‘Son’ or activating Christ Consciousness, identified himself with it inasmuch as his own ego had long since been dissolved”.
When Paul wrote: “God……created all things by Jesus Christ” (Ephesians 3:9, Bible), the sheer essence of the words is impersonality.
A form of spiritus, cowardice leads many worldly people to believe comfortably that only one man was the Son of God. “Christ was uniquely created,” they reason, “so how can I, a mere mortal, emulate Him?” But all men have been divinely created and must someday obey Christ’s command: “Be he therefore perfect, even as your Father which is in heaven is perfect” ( Matthew 5:48, Bible.)
Understanding of the law of karma and of its corollary reincarnation is displayed in numerous Biblical passages; e.g., “Whoso sheddeth mans’ blood, by man shall his blood be shed”( Genesis 9:6, Bible). If every murderer must himself be killed “by man,” the reactive process obviously requires m in many cases, more than one life-time. The contemporary police are just not quick enough!
The early Christian church accepted the doctrine of reincarnation, which was expounded by the Gnostics and by numerous church fathers, including Clement of Alexandria, the celebrated Origan (both 3rd century). The doctrine was first declared a heresay in A.D 553 by the Second Council of Constantinople. At that time many Christians thought the doctrine of reincarnation afforded man too simple a stage of time and space to encourage him to strive for immediate salvation. But truths suppressed lead disconcertingly to a host of errors. The millions have not utilised their ‘ one lifetime’ to seek God, but to enjoy this world – so uniquely won, and so shortly to be forever lost! The truth is that man reincarnated on earth until he has consciously regained his status as a son of God.
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