well-well, what a week. Lots of glimpses of insights have been popping op all week long. Popping up, and disappearing again in the turmoil of the extremely hectic days, where about every hour some person or event also popped up in my life “to play it’s role”, being “the role I designed for them”: being my […]
Last month has been an extremely intense month, with a professional dead-line at the very last day — a deadline I created shortly after getting into the MasterKey: finishing a composition for viola, voice and string ensemble. I DID it. In time. As programmed. The whole process was incredibly intense and in an almost magical […]
…. more than ever I wish for you, dear reader, to be able to open up your ‘energetic WiFi-channels’ to be able to look and feel directly into my head and energies….. ‘Act is the blossom of thought’ says Haanel, and the ‘sit with the flower’, aiming to visualize a flower from the very seed […]
Just wanted to share this ‘little miracle-story’ that happened actually before I had the insights I talked about in my main Week8 post. Last monday, immediately after my very first sit ‘with Haanel’s boat’, and when it had become clear that the boat was ‘me’, I had to go to an appointment.
ah……. week 8 …. 8, ‘my’ number…. seemed only natural that it would be a huge week for me. And so it is, still is — it’s not over yet…. And where to begin…..
(little addendum to my previous post) Every once in a while I bump into my life…. bump — bump …. — rainbow-colored bruisers … Today a smile bumped into some tears on my face … and burst into a rainbow in my eyes.
What a journey. For a while now I have been wondering when I would stumble on my blind spot(s). I suspected there would be some, obviously, since before I got into this MasterKey’ing, I was already applying quite a number of thoughts and ideas and even some practices that the MasterKey is teaching.
So we turned to Mandino’s Scroll 2.
Wonderful. This MasterKey -experience is absolutely my biotope, feeling like a fish in fresh, vivid water.
….. once upon a time …. …there was a girl, living in Rainbowland, made of the same stuff she herself was made of: all imaginable colors, that you could also hear if you closed your eyes, swirling freely and joyfully, with little specks of gold-dust flowing in all directions whenever she danced and jumped around […]