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The Art Of Spiritual Sensuality

A Place for Women To Explore and Create A Playful, Wondrous and Holy Spiritual Sensuality, including non-sexual creative expression and spiritual formation, as well as God-glorifying sexuality. This is a space for women to share practical thoughts, profound reflections and everyday stories of passion, hilarity and love. We welcome men as respectful, curious guests in a holy place. Essential Spirituality: The 7 Central Practices to Awaken Heart and Mind There is a quality of touch that takes one on a journey into the deepest realms of self and soul, and that gently encourages one to access the imprints and holding patterns that limit the freedom of the body, mind and spirit, and encourages the deepest safety to let go, to dance freer and soar higher than ever before. Learn to balance the physic center , once cleared, one can utilize sexual energy for attaining higher level of consciousness, thus being able to love in Gentleness. About the Authour ------------------------- "".....

Consciously Creating My Circumstances

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Memoirs Of Yesterday Copyright © Hoselita Ikoli Going through my diary I found this and thought I should share this with the world. Now we are building our own home and settled This is the worst of my nightmares. I sleep with my kids in a rat infested house. There are rats running along the window seal. Rats in the wardrope, cupboards and shelves, and damn it, even on my bed. What state have found myself? What have I contributed to make it so? I asked myself as thoughts and memory spiralled through the ever darkened tunnel of true soul searching, thoughts burst forth into bright particles of piercing lights, that passes through the very depth of the soul and ravaging it beyound endurance. Who Am I? I asked myself. Who is Hoselita Ikoli? This is the dawn of reality. I could see how my actions and thoughts had brought me where I am. But with all this is the beauty of the true man; true to self. The I that remains with me when all else diminishes'. And then I seem to fore-know all eve...

In My Darkest Hour . . .

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At 6:15 tonight, right after I'd told a friend that despite the ice storm that had make national news by leaving half a million Kentuckians without power, I still had my power, RIGHT AFTER THAT we lost power. Stubbornly I kept knitting my January socks. I have an hour to go on these socks, and tomorrow is February. Go, me. Knitter by candlelight, yea. cont. . . Secrets of the Lost Mode of Prayer: The Hidden Power of Beauty, Blessing, Wisdom and Hurt