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Friday, December 13, 2019

If you want me 

Rumi Poems

3. If you want me

If you want me
I will lie down
and wait for you
to come.

If you wish to whisper
into my ear,
I will speak them
for the world to hear.

If you like to say poems,
I will be your scribe,
your dedicated amanuensis,
your tongue of fire.

Dorothy Walters
December 9, 2019

Thursday, December 12, 2019

2. Our Meetings were in Secret 

Rumi Poems

2.  Our meetings were in secret.
 Such things are not to be told.

Yet I keep breaking my vow
of silence,
spreading the news abroad,
cracking the world's heart
wide open.

Dorothy Walters
December 9, 2019

Wednesday, December 11, 2019

The Rum Poems––1. If I had Known 

These poems are for Rumi, my constant inspiration, teacher and friend.

1. If I had known
what this journey demanded,
I would never have come here
to this place with no name
or designation.

Oh, well,
let me be honest.
Wild horses
could not have
kept me away.

Dorothy Walters
December 9, 2019

Tuesday, December 10, 2019

Back home! 

I was in the hospital for two nights while various tests were run for heart function. All turned out well.  I continue to progress by doing my simply routine of keeping my feet elevated, wearing legs bandaged, and drinking much water.

M internet went out just before I left and I just got it reconnected this morning.  So, I am now back home and have a functioning internet connection.  So sorry to be gone and so happy to be home.

Tuesday, December 03, 2019

Alice Walker––Blessed are the Weird 

Blessed Are The Weird

November 30 at 5:13 PM ·

“Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.”

— Alice Walker

Monday, December 02, 2019

Bruce Silverman––Giving Thanks 

Giving Thanks At The Turning Of The Seasons

At times I’ve imagined that there lived a little
man, a gnome, that having awakened from his
quarterly nap, rubbed his eyes, and from his
underground hollow festooned with oak
leaves and prayer grottos, tugged upon a rope
that shifted a huge gear and so transformed
the bewildering heat of Indian  summers into
crisp fall mornings where persimmon trees
started dropping their orange leaves as they
offered us the perfect gift of their seasonal fruit.

Then I remembered the earth’s tilt, and the
predictable gambit of light and dark and our
planet’s precise distance from the star at the
center of our galaxy that sustains humans,
the curious fruits of this corner of the cosmos.
And I reflected upon the scientists revealing
these machinations and remembered that,
somehow, even those sober physicists with
skinny black ties, knew that the whirling of
moons and seasons and galaxies were a part
of some great ongoing feast, and that this
turning should be called the Milky Way.

And that gnome living under this hallowed
earth is the gatekeeper who, like us, lives
between the bewildering questions of this
world and the open arms of a great loving
mother who feeds so many, but not all of
us. So this prayer of thanksgiving comes
with a caveat.

- Bruce Silverman

Wednesday, November 27, 2019

Mark Nepo––poem 

poem by Mark Nepo (excerpt)

It doesn’t matter how we come
to this. We may jump to it or be
worn to it. Because of great pain.
Or a sudden raw feeling that this
is all very real. It may happen in a
parking lot when we break the eggs
in the rain. Or watching each other
in our grief.
But here we will come. With very
little left in the way.
When we meet like this, I may not
have the words, so let me say it now:
Nothing compares to the sensation
of being alive in the company of
another. It is God breathing on
the embers of our soul.

Mark Nepo

Monday, November 25, 2019

When You Came to Me––Poem by Dorothy 

In my awakening many years ago, I was thrown into ecstasy.  People often ask what ecstasy feels like.        
This is my attempt to answer.  It is not sexual, but rather spiritual love that is erotic.  There is no touching, just enlivening of every cell and pore.  It is the unconditional love that meets one in heaven as well as in childbirth for some and in music or poetry for others.

When You Came to Me

(for all who know what  it is to have a heavenly lover)

Heavy with desire
I came to you.

You, the consummate lover,
 took me into your unseen arms:
lightning, frequencies seasoned in eternity,
kisses shaped in other realms,
what could I do but relent?

At last I lay on the floor,
arms outstretched,
and prayed for mercy.

But you were no candles
and soft incense lover.
You were there each morning,
in wait at midnight.

When Zeus came to Semele
she turned to dust.

And I bore it all.

Now all I have
is memories and words
to comfort me.
Like a melody once heard
that clings.
Like a face once seen
that fades and remains as mystery.

Who were you?
What was I?
What was the purpose
of our meeting?

Dorothy Walters
November 24, 2019

Sunday, November 24, 2019

Tell Me 

Tell Me

Tell me I am radiant
I will glow.

Tell me I am loving
I will embrace you,
kiss you many times over.

Tell me I am who you are
I will believe you,
You are my sister, brother,
chosen companion and mate.

How could we be separate,
we are one the way
paper is one both sides,
flower, stem and bloom,
poet and poem.

Dorothy Walters
November 24, 2019

Saturday, November 23, 2019

Conscious and the New Paradigm 

 FYI: the Architects of the New Paradigm Conference for  March 2020 is in Seattle/Bellevue

Blog - - -
Consciousness and the New Paradigm
March 3, 2016
Adrian David Nelson
These days a lot of people talk about a ‘new paradigm.’ In the modern world there are paradigm shifts taking place everywhere, from ecology, economics and health, to physics and cosmology. For many, however, when we’re talking about the new paradigm, we’re talking about something bigger: an approaching shift in thinking that, when realized, will constitute a deep collective change in the way we see our place in the universe.

I recently attended the 2016 Architects of the New Paradigm conference in Northern California, where a diverse cast of speakers spoke truth to power on a range of issues, from new energy solutions to the disclosure of government secrets. I think, perhaps, of all these on-going ‘revolutions’ in our perception, the most profound and consequential of these rests with the nature of perception itself. That is, new theories and evidence arriving from modern research suggest that the heart of our experiencing self, the unique natural phenomenon we have called ‘consciousness’, is more than an incidental emergence in the human animal, it reflects something fundamental about the way reality is organized.

In science and philosophy a movement is now taking place -a growing openness toward deeper views of mind. There are many reasons why, including discoveries in physics, yet perhaps the driving factor has been a widening recognition of the difficulty of explaining consciousness in purely material terms. As a psychologist and journalist, I’ve followed this movement to places I never expected to find myself. For example, in delving into the research of scientists like Dean Radin, Robert Jahn, and Rupert Sheldrake, I learned that at least some categories of psychic phenomena actually occur – and under rigorously controlled conditions.

Over nearly three decades, experiments conducted by researchers at Princeton University revealed that when people direct their intention to a physical random system the outputs will often shift in line with their intentions. Outside any ordinary physical contact, the reported effect seems impossible to reconcile within any materialist understanding of the mind.

Other research exploring this mysterious mind-matter interaction found that a network of random systems located all around the planet mysteriously respond to collective shifts in attention of entire populations. The Global Consciousness Project, led by psychologist Roger Nelson, found that when dramatic world events occur, and millions of minds respond with similar emotions; strange patterns of order emerge in the data. Where attention goes, order mysteriously flows.

Perhaps equally surprising to me was that deeper views of consciousness are increasingly expressed by mainstream scientists and philosophers. Believe it or not, a leading theory of consciousness in mainstream neuroscience today, ‘integrated information theory’ is actually a form of ‘panpsychism’, in which the fundamental information underlying the physical world has both an objective and subjective pole. Consciousness, as the theory goes, is matter viewed from within.

Today world-renowned philosophers, including David Chalmers, Freya Mathews, Thomas Nagel, and Galen Strawson tell us that Western science has profoundly overlooked the significance of consciousness, and that its origins lie not in us, but in a fundamental interior quality of the world. They argue that science’s external mapping of nature both implies and requires an interior, qualitative dimension that grounds it in reality. In other words, consciousness. The self-realizing, self-referential qualities unique to consciousness may also be necessary to explain why anything at all exists.

I found similar views expressed by mainstream physicists and cosmologists attempting to understand our larger cosmic situation. Paul Davies is among a number of thinkers who argue that the astonishing fine-tuning of the universe -which has permitted the evolution of complex observers, cannot be adequately explained by summary referral to a multiverse. In light of a catalogue of worries, including paradoxes, logical inconsistencies and infinite regressions, Davies argues that the universe may actually require the evolution of life and mind. Perhaps, offers Davies, existence necessitates an ability to be ‘self-knowing’ and this entails the evolution of life. Another physicist, the celebrated father of ‘inflation theory’ Andrei Linde, has urged his colleagues to remain open-minded toward a fundamental place for consciousness in quantum mechanics. ‘Avoiding the concept of consciousness in quantum cosmology’, he warns, ‘may lead to an artificial narrowing of our outlook.’ Linde is one of several respected physicists who have pointed out that the quantum wave function of the entire universe could not evolve in time without the introduction of a relative observer.

In considering such cosmic questions, the philosopher Thomas Nagel observes that our standard materialism neither explains nor anticipates the coming into existence of purposive, conscious beings like us. For Nagel, the mysterious mind-body problem has far reaching implications that transcend our more immediate attempts to understand the human mind, it invades our understanding of the entire universe. Nagel argues that the existence of consciousness hints to a cosmic imperative toward life and mind – as though the evolution of consciousness is implicit to the cosmic process. We are, he offers, the universe ‘gradually waking up.’

So what does all this mean for us? Why is this growing openness to deeper views of consciousness, as I argue, among the most profound shifts now occurring for our species? The answer, I think, is that consciousness is ultimately who we really are. There is a profound and consequential distinction between the old materialist view, in which we are isolated fragments of illusory experience in a doomed and meaningless universe, and the now emerging view, in which we are each of us truly conscious participators in an on-going unfoldment of cosmic creativity. In my book, Origins of Consciousness, I call this modest though growing shift in thinking, the intrinsic consciousness movement.

Our modern seeking is revealing a profound new picture of consciousness, not dissimilar to that described by mystics for millennia. We are learning that consciousness is real and intimately bound up with the world. In a universe in which consciousness is intrinsic to nature’s workings, we can see ourselves as invested into a larger matrix of meaning that transcends and includes our lives. The emerging view may not only shed light on some of the most enduring mysteries of modern science and philosophy, it offers, I think, a unifying and catalyzing vision, in which we and all life are truly ‘in this together’ – an integral part of a larger cosmic process. We, in our core identity, are the universe coming to know itself. That, for me, changes everything.

Adrian is a psychologist and author currently interning at IONS. His new book, Origins of Consciousness(2016), is now available on Amazon.


Thursday, November 21, 2019

Lawrence Edwards––poem to the Beloved 

On Oct 30, 2019, at 7:05 AM, Lawrence Edwards wrote:

Dear Dorothy,

Om Kali Ma!  This gift appeared in Her field of Consciousness this morning.  Here we are Dorothy, two old souls besotted on the wine of Her ecstacy!  Let the pundits roam the arid deserts of religion and philosophy, we'll drink deeply from Her wellspring!

My Beloved brought me to Her
midnight black portal,
entryway to mysteries beyond mysteries.
I peered into the Infinite Dark,
Her formless Presence,
knowing the boundless Love
of ecstatic dissolution
She was drawing me into.
Fear and trepidation have long fled,
yet ecstatic trembling seizes this body!
O the blissful anticipation that is given
to mind and body, heart and soul!
Her luscious embrace pulls
what remains of a me
into the dark,
now, suddenly, radiant
with flames of Love blazing everywhere!
All is aflame!
All is alight with Her fire!
She is the Fire, the Love,
birthing infinite forms,
all within Herself,
all radiant with Her
Living Presence!
All forms are Her!
Only Her, dancing everywhere!
O my Beloved,
grant this vision to everyone!
How can we breathe without knowing
the Fire of Your Love?

Lawrence Edwards
© 2019

Wednesday, November 20, 2019

The Aged Poet Speaks 

The Aged Poet Speaks (fun poem)

Now that I am ninety
I shall wear a veil and
long flowing garments
and carry a long cigarette holder
(though I no longer smoke)
and speak in a low Talulla Bankhead voice
and constantly scribble
in a little notebook
I carry with me at all times.

When my admirers crowd around
I shall demand silence
as I drop my pearls
of verse and wisdom
at their uncaring feet.

I will read favorite poems
on request, though at times
I wonder at the choice.
Later many will request my autograph
which I shall obligingly furnish
in my own indecipherable scrawl
along with a smirk
that passes for a smile.

At home I will relax
with a snack
and a bit of drink,
even though my physician
says no,
but I think,
what the hell,
you only live once.

My walls are adorned with
pictures of my loving fans,
many famous names
mostly now deceased,
several of whom were
my lovers,
though sometimes
these days
I get their names and sexes confused.

Then I will go to sleep in the bed
that Charlotte has prepared for me
getting ready for another day,
another public performance.

Dorothy Walters
November 6, 2019
There is a long tradition of mixing the serious with the less serious, often the comic. Shakespeare did it in his plays, T. S. Eliot did it with his poems on cats. In Greek myth, Baubo was an irreverent old woman who cheered up Demeter when she was mourning her lost daughter (Persephone) by reciting obscene passages.

Neither Mirabai nor Rumi––poem by Dorothy 

Neither Mirabai nor Rumi

No Mirabai or Rumi
could flourish here.
Their innocence was their charm,
an indulgence not granted today.

Now our task
is doubly hard.
We must be the actor
in the play
and the critic observing,
analyzing, putting things
in perspective.

In a way,
we know too much.
We have lost our innocence,
our unregarded actions.

We are both playwright and
editor, protagonist and drama coach,
someone who follows the
speaking poet within
and yet heeds the ever present director/witness
who also speaks and gives advice.

Such is our task,
our assignment in this curious world.

Dorothy Walters
November 1, 2019

Monday, November 18, 2019

Joe Dispenza, Master Teacher, Healer 

(Above picture is of Royal Raymond Rife, found on internet)

Joe Dispenza, Master Teacher, Healer

I have recently become enamored of Joe Dispenza, who seems to have knowledge and power coming from other realms.  My suspicions were confirmed last night when I listened to a conversation on Youtube recorded with LilouMace TV in England.  It is also listed on Youtube as "Giant Invisible Beings with Joe Dispenza." This interview confirms my suspicions, for Joe is indeed in touch with other worldly beings, who, under the right circumstances, aid him in his healings.

These events hold a special interest for me and I will explain why below.

When these beings appeared to Joe, he was told that they were especially interested in working with him and his clients because the frequencies in the room where he presented his workshops were raised sufficiently for them to connect with the subjects.  Otherwise they could not help them for their own energies were far too strong for ordinary humans to bear.

The success they enjoyed is evident from the remarkable testimonies by certain subjects who benefited greatly from such contact.

Now here is why I am especially interested in these amazing healings.

About 10-15 years ago when I was living in San Francisco, I was invited to try a "Beam Ray," a spin off of the earlier frequency healing device developed by Royal Raymond Rife in the thirties, who demonstrated beyond doubt that his device could in fact cure cancer and other diseases.  I simply went for a trial demonstration out of curiosity and was not seeking any cure for some ailment.  However, as I sat on the edge of my friend's bed with the beam ray turned on, I had a strange perception.  I sensed that the "cure" that some received was often not the result of the frequencies themselves, but rather from certain "E.T.s" who in effect used the frequencies to "ride in" to our realm.  I saw in my "vision" creatures with strange heads and eyes, just as they are commonly portrayed in today's popular culture.

I pondered this notion but drew no conclusion.

A few days later I was crossing an asphalt street in an area near my house and once more was wondering whether the healings came from the "E.T.s" or the frequencies alone, when I noticed some letters embossed in silver on the asphalt by my feet.  The letters were "E.T.s ."  I was of course quite surprised by this synchronicity but thought to myself, "Well, that answers my question," and let it go at that.

Now I am wondering how it is that both approaches (beam ray channel for alien healers and Joe's invisible helpers) both stress the importance of having the right frequencies to allow the extra terrestrial helpers to do their work properly.

As for the early genius Royal Raymond Rife, the establishment ruined his career, confiscated his equipment, and left him to live out an impoverished old age in disgrace and humiliation.  Such is the fate of those whose discoveries threaten the money making institutions that control our health system, even though their inventions could save untold lives.

Saturday, November 16, 2019

The Monk and the Cat 

"The page of the Reichenau Primer on which Pangur Bán is written...
"Pangur Bán" is an Old Irish poem, written about the 9th century at or around Reichenau Abbey. It was written by an Irish monk, and is about his cat. Pangur Bán, 'White Pangur', is the cat's name, Pangur meaning 'a fuller'. Although the poem is anonymous, it bears similarities to the poetry of Sedulius Scottus, prompting speculation that Sedulius is the author. In eight verses of four lines each, the author compares the cat's happy hunting with his own scholarly pursuits."

above from BrainPickings.org

The monk and his cat, Pangur Bán

(from the Irish by Robin Flower)

I and Pangur Ban my cat,
'Tis a like task we are at:
Hunting mice is his delight,
Hunting words I sit all night.

Better far than praise of men
'Tis to sit with book and pen;
Pangur bears me no ill-will,
He too plies his simple skill.

'Tis a merry task to see
At our tasks how glad are we,
When at home we sit and find
Entertainment to our mind.
The Monk and the Cat

Oftentimes a mouse will stray
In the hero Pangur's way;
Oftentimes my keen thought set
Takes a meaning in its net.

'Gainst the wall he sets his eye
Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
'Gainst the wall of knowledge I
All my little wisdom try.

When a mouse darts from its den,
O how glad is Pangur then!
O what gladness do I prove
When I solve the doubts I love!

So in peace our task we ply,
Pangur Ban, my cat, and I;
In our arts we find our bliss,
I have mine and he has his.

Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade;
I get wisdom day and night
Turning darkness into light.

Thursday, November 14, 2019

Mary Oliver––Yes! No! 

Yes! No!

poem by Mary Oliver

How necessary it is to have opinions! I think the spotted trout
lilies are satisfied, standing a few inches above the earth. I
think serenity is not something you just find in the world,
like a plum tree, holding up its white petals.

The violets, along the river, are opening their blue faces, like
small dark lanterns.

The green mosses, being so many, are as good as brawny.

How important it is to walk along, not in haste but slowly,
looking at everything and calling out

Yes! No! The

swan, for all his pomp, his robes of grass and petals, wants
only to be allowed to live on the nameless pond. The catbrier
is without fault. The water thrushes, down among the sloppy
rocks, are going crazy with happiness. Imagination is better
than a sharp instrument. To pay attention, this is our endless
and proper work.

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

When the Angel Came––poem by Dorothy 

When the Angel Came

Then the angel came.
It arrived in a halo of fire
so intense we hid our eyes.

Some dropped to their knees.
Others wept.

Then, although it spoke no words,
it gave us a message
that we all could comprehend.

It gave us truths
we had forgotten.
It reminded us of things
that we knew
but failed to practice.

For some, it quoted
from the holy books
they each revered.
For the rest, it gave old words
full of new meanings.

Finally, one of us
asked its name.

It paused, and then as it
swept away
(again in a blaze of fire)
it answered "Love"
and the sound echoed
through the heavens
and across the universe
before it became a full throated song
by the same name.

Dorothy Walters
November 12, 2017

Monday, November 11, 2019

Preparing––poem by Dorothy 


Be drunk on love
for love is all that exists.

In death I will forfeit what
I thought of as my body
and go to be a formless being
that will now possess
 even a new name.

Where I will be,
how I will live,
what I will do
to occupy my time
I do not know.

Yet I think
there will still be ways
to be in touch,
since I will be  invisible
and the powers that lead me
also will not be seen.

We will be drawn
to those who need us here
and help them in secret ways.
They will be filled with love
and sense that this
is the power that binds,
seen to unseen, mighty
to small.

Now is the great leap of faith,
preparing to join that which
I do not know,
to listen to what
I cannot hear.

Dorothy Walters
November 11, 2019

Sunday, November 10, 2019

Rumi poem––In death I lose a body  

in death I lose a body
and He will lose
my phantasies of Him

I go shirtless
to this lovemaking

my body becomes all soul
every hairtip alive

love, enter this body's house
or I must leave it
to seek you

my soul is a ship
scudding the waves
in pursuit of love

be drunk on love
for love is all that exists

mother and father played at love
and one such as you
sprang from nothingness...

Daniel Liebert, tr.

Saturday, November 09, 2019

My talk tomorrow 

I will be speaking at 10 a.m. Eastern time tomorrow.  If you want to listen, you likely have to retype this link:  https://mysteryschoolforanewparadigm.com/–online/– symposium.  The talk will be available for replay for 48 hours after the presentation.

The Aged Poet Speaks (fun poem) 

The Aged Poet Speaks

Now that I am ninety
I shall wear a veil and
long flowing garments
and carry a long cigarette holder
(though I no longer smoke)
and speak in a low Talulla Bankhead voice
and constantly scribble
in a little notebook
I carry with me at all times.

When my admirers crowd around
I shall demand silence
as I drop my pearls
of verse and wisdom
at their uncaring feet.
I will read favorite poems
on request, though at times
I wonder at the choice.

Later many will request my autograph
which I shall obligingly furnish
in my own indecipherable scrawl
along with a smirk
that passes for a smile.

At home I will relax
with a snack
and a bit of drink,
even though my physician
says no,
but I think,
what the hell,
you only live once.
My walls are adorned with
pictures of my loving fans,
many famous names
mostly now deceased,
several of whom were
my lovers,
though sometimes
these days
I get their names and sexes confused.

Then I will go to sleep in the bed
that Charlotte has prepared for me
getting ready for another day,
another public performance.

Dorothy Walters
November 6, 2019

There is a long tradition of mixing the serious with the less serious, often the comic.  Shakespeare did it in his plays, T. S. Eliot did it with his poems on cats.  In Greek myth, Baubo was an irreverent old woman who cheered up Demeter when she was mourning her lost daughter (Persephone) by reciting obscene passages.

Thursday, November 07, 2019

Mystery School Symposium––free 

To access this symposium (free), go to  https://mysteryschoolforanewparadigm.com/–online/– symposium.  Each starts at 10 a.m., Eastern time.

I will present onSunday, November 10

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FREE Online Symposium November 9-16, 2019
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 Exploring how Mystery Schools can create a Magnificent FuThis symposium is an extended exploration of the many ways that mystery schools are alive and active today, and the role that we can play in shaping the future of this world. A mystery school is a gathering of pioneering individuals working together to dramatically shift the course of the future. Deep inside many of us know that something wonderful is possible for this world, but none of us can create that future on our own - it can only be done together. We can learn how to support and teach each other so we can tap into the hidden sources of love and wisdom that wait for us in the heart and mind of the cosmos. Together we can awaken each other to our true potential and unlock the higher human capacities that will change everything for everyone. This symposium is an extended exploration of that incredible possibility.

The Mystery School for a New Paradigm Online Symposium starts November 9 and we wanted to remind you to register now so you won’t miss any of the event.

On Saturday, November 9 the symposium starts with our first seminar. After that you will receive one recorded seminar each day. The symposium ends with a live online event with Jeff Carreira on Saturday, November 16.

Here is the full line up of seminars:

Saturday, November 9
Gary Lachman – Esoteric Scholar and Author, explores the esoteric tradition of the Mystery School.

Sunday, November 10
Dorothy Walters – Pioneering Teacher of Kundalini Awakening, illuminates the path of energetic awakening.

Monday, November 11
Nicolya Christi – Spiritual Visionary and Futurist, speaks about conscious evolution and the path of purification.

Tuesday, November 12
Tim Freke – Spiritual Philosopher, explains our crucial role in  transitioning humanity into a dramatically new way of being.

Wednesday, November 13
Dr. Jeffrey Kripal – Professor of Philosophy and Religious Thought, explores the significance of paranormal gifts.

Thursday, November 14
Nora Bateson – Award winning filmmaker, Writer and Educator – discusses the multi-dimensional complexity of the world.

Saturday, November 16
Jeff Carreira – (LIVE ONLINE EVENT) Guiding Teacher of the Mystery School for a New Paradigm.

Please be sure to register now for our free online symposium.

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