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Thu, 07 Aug 2008 15:37:54 -0700

Guest Blogger: 07 Aug 08: Mary Jaksch
Jung, Law of Attraction, precognition, psychic, Synchronicity
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Sat, 26 Jan 2008 16:52:33 -0800

Sacred Vow, a novel
http://www.dragonsbeard.com/FreeSacredVow.pdf
The most significant event of your life calls to you, from barely beyond your perception...both imminent and impossible...
Highly recommended...metaphysical novel about a man who responds to the mysterious call of a woman, opening the way to redefinition of himself and his understanding of the world.--Midwest Book Review

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Thu, 04 Oct 2007 12:54:04 -0700

Sisterhood of Crones

This excerpted article is from the novel, Sacred Vow (Dragon's Beard Publishing, ISBN: 978-0-9774271-4-7, paperback, Fiction: Visionary/Metaphysical). There is a rift in the Collective Consciousness because people are not bonding one to another. The Sisterhood of Crones (a description of the order, not their name-as their name is without word) is about to perform a ritual to receive a message from the Collective Consciousness....

Prologue
Choice of the ritual location was dictated by nature just days before. Hundreds of people had roamed hill and field, dowsing for the place possessing the energy necessary for their purpose. The intended process could not take place on one of their customary ceremonial sites, but only the spot identified as radiating the strongest flow of earth energy at the anticipated time of the rite.

Three ley lines, channels of the land's energy, crossed a wooded hillside in a small patch of flat ground. Two ancient hardwood trees, one standing on either side of the rear of the opening, leaned forward before the rocky slope that bordered the backside of the level area. Their leaves filtered what little light could make its way from above.

Between the trees, at the base of the slope, there was a large greenish-gray stone. Its jagged face rose some twenty feet in the air. Three small streams, swollen with recent rains, flowed down the slope, marking the perimeter of the flat plot of land in front of the stone, before converging and flowing downward over a small waterfall. The stream-encircled ground was carpeted with a thick, soft moss.

Once the location had been identified and verified, the holy women who would use that place and its energy consecrated it. On the appointed evening, shortly after midnight, a ceremonial procession of The Nine--which consisted of the Crone Mother, leader of their mystic order, and eight more of the wisest women of their society--Katerina, understudy to the Crone Mother, and their considerable entourage made their way to the location. For several hours, from their village to the south, those who remained behind could see the winding line of torches, and hear the repetitive chants as the group made their way to the anointed site.

Once the group arrived, still in the dark of the night, attendants placed torches around the perimeter of the chosen site. Then they spread seating mats in a large circle on the ground for those who would perform the ritual, with the Crone Mother's back to the large boulder at the head of the flat ground. Katerina took her position, in the center of the circle, facing the Crone Mother. Once the members of the ceremony were seated, their retinue withdrew some distance from the site, in order not to disrupt the proceedings.

A time of silence then passed among those women remaining on the holy site, Katerina and The Nine. When no more sound of those traveling back down the hill could be heard, The Nine began a unified chant. Katerina remained silent, yielding to the trance induced by their voices. As planned, the light of dawn had just begun to make its way through the canopy of leaves. Within a very short time, the chanting ended, but Katerina
was not aware of the change. Where she had gone, The Nine could not follow, could not see what Katerina saw. Their task was now to assist Katerina in a search through her parallel lives, and to wait until she chose to return.

Hours passed as Katerina moved through the many complementary realities surrounding her--now made apparent to her by this expanded awareness--searching more than any of The Nine had anticipated as possible. The light of dawn, noon, and now late evening had filtered through the tree cover above the seated women.

Despite her travels, Katerina remained attuned to every mind and spirit involved in the ritual. She was well aware that several of the wise ones had long been wishing for her to conclude

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Thu, 04 Oct 2007 12:52:24 -0700

In December 1993, by many standards my life was wonderful. I was in a loving relationship. I had a secure high-tech job of almost limitless advancement potential, with one of the largest international corporations in the world. My wife, of only a few years, and I had just built the house of our dreams, in pricey though desirable countryside surroundings--where we expected to retire in due time, enjoying the fulfillment of our dreams as best we understood them at that time.

Also in December 1993, my life was failing by some standards that I could not escape. All indications of my health were that I could not long survive the `costs' of our achievements. I spent most hours of my day entering into/within/or recovering from a migraine. My blood pressure was sky high (very bad for someone with an aortic valve insufficiency). Virtually every aspect of my health seemed to offer a negative response to my attempts to push myself to achieve more, quicker, or to seek instant comfort from the effects of going ever faster, farther.

To make matters worse, I was in dire confusion about the growing conflict between how I believed I should assess my `achievements' and what I actually felt inside. The more I achieved along that previously defined path of success, the emptier I felt--and the worse my health became. Fortunately, my relationship with my wife was strong. It was, however, being tested by my ravings about pursuing some unorthodox path to shake off the growing sense of meaninglessness. Kathy wanted to help, but had no better tools than I to understand what we would be trying to achieve if we did veer from the only path that we knew.

Soon, I announced to my wife, "I want to move to the mountains!" -a place that I had only visited very few times in my life, and found myself completely incompatible with due to my severe intolerance of heights (and curvy roads!). Kathy had much more history with the mountains, and loved them dearly, but was most comfortable with them as a cherished vacation destination . . . perhaps even a second-home site.

"How do you know you can live there?" she demanded, truly concerned about my reasoning and logic.

"Some things you just know," was my spontaneous response--surprising Kathy as well as myself. I did not have any real understanding of the need to move to the mountains, but I did know.

I abruptly quit my job--certain that I could not muster the energy to survive if I went back into the office even one more time. I returned to my writing, long neglected, as an avenue to realize what it was that my spirit could not otherwise convey to my consciousness. I picked up a translation of the Tao Te Ching.

Though it had become lost in the background of my everyday `achievements,' I always had the good fortune of a strong connection to the spirit self. Writing, countryside and nature were forever the best gateway for me to come to my center. The Taoist philosophy of the Tao Te Ching was a perfect reminder. The land surrounding the dream home that I had come to disdain was now a willing aid in my journey back to myself.

Without my drive for an urgent solution, it took my wife another year to let go of the path that she had been well trained to believe in all her life. It was fortunate that a connection of the spirit--a joint interest in the metaphysical--had been one of the strongest common interests between us in the beginning, even at the subdued state of our spiritual focuses at that time. We followed our intuition, even without understanding it. Releasing that familiar life was a painful time in our relationship, but it proved we had a deeper bond that we had not fully realized.

In order to stay within our budget, we purchased a boarded up place in much need of repair, attic full of snakes, in the country. Writing again took a back seat to such things as patching the roof, chopping wood, getting running water into the house.
One of many new blessings provided to us was to walk to the ridg

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Thu, 04 Oct 2007 12:50:48 -0700

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Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Spiritual Fiction Review

Sacred Vow
by C.G. Walters
ISBN-10: 0977427145
Review by Heather Froeschl

Can the wind of a butterfly's wing effect climate on the other side of the world? Can the love of two souls heal a great wrong in the universe? C.G. Walters' novel "Sacred Vow," offers compelling thought to consider, and a page turning delight to cherish.

Ian Sarin enjoys his cup of tea but lately the ritual of it brings other delights. Visions of a woman play out in his perception, beckoning further visitation. Everything in the room must be just so, with teapot, caned chair, and Ian in place. He cannot hear her speak, but can see her mouthing words, sharing her life. Is this just a vision or is it something else? His reality soon becomes less important than the alternate one that he visits. Ian's health becomes affected and soon he needs help. While visiting an old friend in the mountains, he is introduced to Djalma, an interesting man whose presence comes into play in a large way. He will interact in Ian's life in ways he couldn't have imagined. The visions of Katerina become more intense and play out like episodes of a movie he has seen before. The question so important... why are the visits happening? The answer awaits on a scrap of paper that Ian had tucked away, a remnant of a dream, years before. He was chosen for this...but what exactly is this?

Reincarnation, collective consciousness, and life purpose all play large roles in this book. It is a deeply thoughtful and provocative tale that I could not put down. I so enjoyed the read that I simultaneously couldn't wait to get to the last page but also dreaded it ending. The author evokes a great understanding of these topics and the mysteries of the universe, yet shares his perceptions in a wonderfully easy to comprehend tone. Readers will come away wonder-filled and satisfied to have read "Sacred Vow."

Posted by Heather Froeschl at 7:21 AM

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Fri, 14 Sep 2007 16:52:28 -0700

Interconnectedness

Let's further consider the implications of experiencing "instantly familiar strangers":

Truly, we are all one, a single consciousness presenting itself in an infinite number of variations. Meeting itself; playing games with itself; studying itself through other eyes. Within the single, unified consciousness--the primary identity--not only are there the vast number of individuals (the most segmented level of awareness) that we see in our world (and beyond what we can see), there are also an infinite number of larger subsets of the primary identity. As mentioned in my article a couple of weeks ago, some people refer to these larger groupings of consciousness by names such as "soul families" or "soul groups". There are subsets within these intermediary subsets, down to pairings of individuals--"spirit mates", "soul mates", etc.

Only a few people seem to develop the awareness necessary to frequently perceive the full interconnectivity for extended periods of time: saints and adepts. Some of us, if lucky, experience a flash of awareness of some degree of expanded identity within or on the periphery of a particularly deep meditation. These days, many more people are fortunate enough to shake the illusion of the distinctly separate identity when first encountering a certain individual with whom our union is so instantaneous and overwhelming that we are forced to re-evaluate our definition of self and the world as we have seen it.

These events are our most personal confirmation of the philosophies and beliefs that tell us that our lives are an interconnected web of individuals we may never have met, or sometimes cannot `meet' in the orthodox sense of the word. Are you one of the many people who have had an experience of being completely certain of an unnerving intimacy with another person on your first encounter with that person? If so, are you certain that the expanded awareness was just coincidence and that it had no impact except the exclusively personal one?

Even if you have never been aware of such an experience, it is very likely that you are in contact with intimates that you are as of yet unaware of, interacting at the higher self level without need of your rational knowledge or understanding. Science and ancient philosophies are colliding into agreement that our world is not as four-dimensional as we have once assumed or would sometimes like to believe for convenience sake. The evidence of these unexplainable ties between "strangers" should cause us to consider just how interconnected we all are, and how our choices affect each other, thereby doubly affecting ourselves.

Perhaps the salvation of our world today lies in the growing number of individuals experiencing this expanded awareness of interconnectedness. How else shall we come to unity with perspectives so vastly differing from our own that it simply can not otherwise fit into a strictly schismatic perception of reality? One thing is for certain: from ancient times, a standard ploy for preparing a populace for conflict is to vilify the anticipated adversary by defining the opposed as "separate", "the other". That way, an illusion of disconnection is created so that the sufferings of "the other" are made to seem as something less painful than suffering would be for oneself.

C.G. Walters' novel, Sacred Vow, is a journey toward our one true love . . . and its infinite expressions . . . bringing together two individuals from disparate realities--but of one spirit--to heal the rift in the Collective Consciousness . . . a breach that threatens us all.

Request a free PDF of the first three chapters of Sacred Vow by contacting cgwalters at dragonsbeard.com or read online at http://sacredvow.dragonsbeard.com

This copyrighted article may be freely reprinted as long as the entire article and complete by line is included.

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Sat, 08 Sep 2007 16:17:27 -0700

Ever Met Instantly Familiar Eyes?
Have you ever met instantly familiar eyes, realizing an unnerving connection with someone on your first encounter? Were you unable to deny the instinctive familiarity between the two of you, even though open acknowledgement of such a bond might thoroughly disrupt the life and the view of the world that you held and were comfortable with?

Your own experience of such an unexplainable connection may not have been so intense. Every now and then we are merely blessed to meet the eyes of a stranger and feel greeted by a friend that you don't yet know. Sometimes it is only the friendly nature of the person before you. Some people just have that open charity about them. A given incidence of this sense of unity may be no more than our own momentarily unguarded response to another human being. We need connections with others, but fear of what we are told is a harsh world often trains the willingness to connect out of us.

It is a comforting experience when the other person also feels that familiarity and neither of you are afraid to express that confusing sense of relationship. On occasion the ensuing conversion makes a friendship that lasts. Other times the experience is no more than a mutually shared smile or word with another person that you have never seen before or may never see again--a moment of feeling a little less isolated.

You may even have experienced the much stronger tie spoken of earlier. Despite those feelings, you may not have felt yourself to be in an emotional position to share a word between you. That silence, however, probably did nothing to diminish your certainty of the bond. Perhaps the union was mutually acknowledged, but both knew there should be nothing more explicitly expressed in this world.

Stephen Simon, in his book The Force Is with You, shares a story of a friend who was driving through a part of the country she had never been in before. At a stoplight, she "recognized" a man that was crossing the street. Just at that moment, he stopped, turned and looked at her. She knew that she had never seen this fellow before, but was equally certain that she knew him. He came around to the window of her car and said, "We're only supposed to say hello this time." He smiled and then continued across the street. She never saw him again.

"My wife told me that even though her back was to me in a class, when she first heard my voice it struck fear in her heart for she knew this was the person that she had `expected' since she was a little girl--but the timing was completely wrong. Fortunately for me, such connections are not governed by the convenience of our everyday lives.

Sometimes we are completely unaware of such a bond until it starts to pull us into some very unexplainable experiences. Acknowledgement of such common yet unexplainable bonds might not only be sometimes comforting, but vital to our health, and even to the survival of our increasingly fragmented and confrontational world.

"There is a legend that the life-force of the Collective Consciousness begins to weaken when true bonding between those who should share love is not being practiced. Like all magic, when the magic of loving commitment is not believed in, or not being practiced, it begins to fade and die."*

Peace and wonder,
CG

CG Walters has written for over twenty years, primarily as a spiritual journey. His works are primarily mystical novels focusing on the multidimensionality of our relationships or love. The first work he has chosen to publish, Sacred Vow, is a journey toward our one true love . . . and its infinite expressions . . . bringing together two individuals from disparate realities--but of one spirit--to heal the rift in the Collective Consciousness . . . a breach that threatens us all.

* Excerpt from Sacred Vow by CG Walters
Request a free PDF of the first three chapters by contacting kathmandau at cgwalters.com or read online at http://sacredvow.dragonsbeard