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YOUNG SOUL, OLD SOUL

The New Age (which I happen to mostly detest and keep my distance for, for really it is all recycled material that they use often to great detriment of depth and richness) has popularized many buzzwords and one is that someone or the other is an old soul. 492 more words

Metaphysical Fiction/Stream Of Conciousness

EVERYONE HAS A HIGHER POWER

Manhattan broke down my identity; in south India I was more or less confident that I could accomplish anything I set my mind on. I was popular, well-known in certain circles, and could have launched myself into a lucrative creative career had I wished to. 885 more words

Arunachala

MOUNTAIN GODDESS

When I first landed in Dharamsala in the foothills of the Himalayas, straight from the frenetic city of Manhattan, I was lost and bewildered by a strange new world. 783 more words

Metaphysical Fiction/Stream Of Conciousness

A walk around a mountain

When we meet a vastness that we cannot fathom, we are drawn into a different space. This space is inclusive – and we realise – indeed feel – ourselves to be part of something that is larger than us. 871 more words

Spirit

I REJECT YOUR GIFT

I write my morning posts off the top of my head, meaning I don’t generally research the topic, so you  must forgive me if I use ancient stories merely as devices to get a message across, and don’t bother unduly about details or settings. 609 more words

Metaphysical Fiction/Stream Of Conciousness

EMPTY WORDS

Before I moved into my own home here in Tiru, I had four landlords over a space of three years, each of whom was nightmarish in their own unique way. 735 more words

Metaphysical Fiction/Stream Of Conciousness

LAST NIGHT I DREAMED OF SAMSARA

I’d been out of sorts for the past couple of days, and so I went to bed early, allowing my guest, exhausted as she was from long travel, to dive under the covers too. 1,040 more words

Metaphysical Fiction/Stream Of Conciousness