<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970786821510779028</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:01:16.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book: The New Age Labyrinth...... (with thoughts and reflections going through my own)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2970786821510779028/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>James Findlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453793030055541514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970786821510779028.post-7967040497432542</id><published>2007-09-01T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T01:43:10.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intuition</title><content type='html'>Intuition is a natural quality within every human being.  No more no less, just as love  is a quality, no more no less.  By focusing your attention on a quality of human nature you help to exercise and train and understand this quality.  This we have been doing from the minute we are born, and all through our childhood into adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;My personal view is to keep it simple, not to wrap it up in spiritual glamour to put it on a pedestal and worship it.  There is a great tendency to do this regarding so-called spiritual qualities, and intuition is in the major league here.  The spiritual world is a labyrinth of deception and illusion protecting the truth Your task is to guide yourself to the point where you can master this labyrinth and not be dependent on its "treasures"&lt;br /&gt;For me there are 4 levels of intuition.&lt;br /&gt;1. idea&lt;br /&gt;2.  act (within 2 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;3. experience (Flow) (more than 2 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;4. master&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2970786821510779028-7967040497432542?l=newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/7967040497432542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2970786821510779028&amp;postID=7967040497432542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2970786821510779028/posts/default/7967040497432542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2970786821510779028/posts/default/7967040497432542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com/2007/09/intuition.html' title='Intuition'/><author><name>James Findlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453793030055541514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970786821510779028.post-9173879283348417782</id><published>2007-09-01T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T01:43:55.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My own Glamour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__0yMRXTjnh4/RtkmRaQur-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/LYPQeFa4NKw/s1600-h/James-Findley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105153733150289890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__0yMRXTjnh4/RtkmRaQur-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/LYPQeFa4NKw/s200/James-Findley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glamour… What do I do with it?&lt;br /&gt;As a Scot, I have developed a rather maverik of-beat sense of humour to all this spirituality. I find it healthy to let go of that which I love so dearly.&lt;br /&gt;I offer a sweetener to wet the appetite, my own personal experience, how I perceive and work with my own Glamour.&lt;br /&gt;“Is consciousness why I am here, is this what it is all about, that my soul is transient and uses my human body as a vehicle for its own ends, its own spiritual ends Incarnating in various human bodies slowly learning and evolving from one class to the next. like being at school, up a level of consciousness on the stairway to heaven. I tend to disagree with the general interpretation of this message which has been communicated for the last 144,000 years (oops!! I slipped it out again), written in the classical spiritual works, and communicated verbally or nonverbally (channeled)(glamour) from the Spiritual Masters.(glamour). It is not that I am in disagreement with the essence of it, on the contrary I am in complete agreement with this truth, if not unquestionable truth.(glamour) But this is not the point This is not why I am here.&lt;br /&gt;And here is my challenge, the gauntlet I cast down. What do I do with this truth?&lt;br /&gt;As someone who has been working in this field for the past 32 years, travelling and meeting and working with others from around the world, I have learned that I am not here to follow my soul.(glamour).&lt;br /&gt;I first learned this and felt it in my body when I stood up as a 19 year old at the worlds leading spiritual community –Findhorn, Scotland, in front of over 400 dedicated world servers and light warriors. I stood up with respect to the main speaker – Peter Caddy the Founder of Findhorn, and disagreed with his comments about the future of the New Age movement, Findhorn, and Humanity. He stated that our goal as lightwarriors (Glamour)and world servers, (Glamour) was to spiritualise humanity. (Glamour) I said, “ No Peter, our goal is to humanise spirituality !” (WHAT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Such an insight, such a perception, at 19 years old, has been fundamental to who I am and my work, and because of this I have earned a degree of respect at Findhorn and throughout the world for such insights, including a Doctors Degree from the World Yoga Parliament, , signed by the President of India with copies kept at the United Nations headquarters New York, The Arab League Cairo, Egypt, and New Delhi India. Issued –1991 at the age of 35. (Glamour)&lt;br /&gt;My Spiritual name given by The World Yoga Parliament.&lt;br /&gt;Vishvuadbyatmik Aati Maha Param Jagatguru (Glamour)&lt;br /&gt;I am spiritually linked to an ancient wisdom, a spiritual line of gurus which go through Yogananda to Babaji and beyond. (Glamour) &lt;a href="http://www.yogaananta.it/vus/eng/lineage_of_gurus.htm"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yogaananta.it/vus/eng/lineage_of_gurus.htm" target="_blank"&gt;www.yogaananta.it/vus/eng/lineage_of_gurus.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, in this honour continue the work? What is my responsibility? Do I set up a school? (I already have done!) What do I teach? ….What I have said all along …that we are here to humanise spirituality….bring it all down. And how do I do all this, as a spiritual master? (Glamour) I work with the biggest challenge of my time, the transformation of spiritual glamour…..and the first place to start with…MYSELF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2970786821510779028-9173879283348417782?l=newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/9173879283348417782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2970786821510779028&amp;postID=9173879283348417782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2970786821510779028/posts/default/9173879283348417782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2970786821510779028/posts/default/9173879283348417782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-own-glamour.html' title='My own Glamour'/><author><name>James Findlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453793030055541514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__0yMRXTjnh4/RtkmRaQur-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/LYPQeFa4NKw/s72-c/James-Findley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970786821510779028.post-7731312674481349163</id><published>2007-09-01T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T00:26:54.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The War Cry of The BraveHeart"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;“I have searched the spiritual and believed in the spiritual, and I have delved into religion and God. I have sought security, and new relationships. I have run to new gods new experience new worlds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and still I have not found me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have placed my faith in meditation and prayer, and still I have not found me. I have bought crystals by the ton - denying my own power. I have surrendered to my gurus- blindly. I have bought hope for a fortune, and then sold it for twice the price. I have regressed into my past and projected into my future, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and still I have not found me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have consulted the clairvoyants - clinging to their every word. I have analysed my mind, and cleansed my aura - built temples of power and temples of magic and temples of imagination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And still I have not found me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then out of sheer frustration, I have locked myself up, and closed myself down, and said to everyone else that I am open. I talk in a more sophisticated manner, yet have forgotten how to communicate my true feelings. I have alienated myself from my family - and real friends are fewer than before. I live in a street of a thousand people - yet know no neighbours. I am a stranger to my own culture, and look upon others with hostility or envy - yet call myself international. I believe I have the power to change the world, yet watch helplessly the news showing war and destruction. I surround myself in comfort, yet cry out to be released from my loneliness while at the same time running away from strangers. I have retreated to God and retreated to Oneness, and proclaimed I have found the Only True Path. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yet all I see - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;whenever I see - is the remains of what once was a human. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever forget you are a human being……… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2970786821510779028-7731312674481349163?l=newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/7731312674481349163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2970786821510779028&amp;postID=7731312674481349163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2970786821510779028/posts/default/7731312674481349163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2970786821510779028/posts/default/7731312674481349163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com/2007/09/war-cry-of-brave-heart.html' title='&quot;The War Cry of The BraveHeart&quot;'/><author><name>James Findlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453793030055541514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970786821510779028.post-7707918705456356593</id><published>2007-09-01T00:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T00:13:47.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art Of Meta</title><content type='html'>The Art of Meta, is about firstly, taking the technique of Meta, and turning it into an art form, Art is a form of Alchemy -  transformation  - metamorphosis,  and healing is also a form of Alchemy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Meta is a revolution, transformation, metamorphosis … we are slowly, slowly quickly moving out of “The Age of the Caterpiller – into “The Age of the Butterfly” everything about the Butterfly is old yet new, its essence is old yet new, Its creation is old yet new&lt;br /&gt;Its language and how it comes to be is old yet new. &lt;br /&gt;Meta speaks the language of the heart, which is “the Ancient of Ancients” in a New Way. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Meta is a New Way of Alchemy…The Alchemy of Celebration&lt;br /&gt;The Philosophers Stone – The elixir of Life – and the Holy Grail, are one and the same thing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Philosophers Stone – is our heart.&lt;br /&gt;The Elixir of Life  - is our heart.&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Grail  - is our heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Do we have the heart – to realise what an amazing heart we all have?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“I am the Rock of Fire&lt;br /&gt; And I am capable of melting all war.&lt;br /&gt;I am the Supreme Weapon against all evil.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To know me – is to be yourself - Awake&lt;br /&gt;To breathe me – is to swallow the fiery Lake&lt;br /&gt;To live me – is to dance until you burn in God’s sake.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is some heart we have, you and I, what an amazing thing it is, how truly powerful it can be when we  realise it and set it free.&lt;br /&gt;The Philosophers Stone and the Elixir of Life, and The Holy Grail…is not yours to give,    nor yours to take…….&lt;br /&gt;THE HOLY GRAIL……IS WHAT YOU CREATE….. WITH YOUR HEART&lt;br /&gt;If you create nothing with your heart then I give Martin luther King his right:&lt;br /&gt;“Evil flourishes in the world …because people who do good …..do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Meta…. is the Art of the Heart-   The Braveheart Spirit is the calling of the human heart and its spirit into action&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The highest form of Art is the transformation of  human consciousness.  Each human being born is the raw naked canvas. Finding the right tools and materials for this canvas is only just the beginning. Then you need the skill and the talent, but then first before any of this , you play, then you lern how to play and move with the form no two paintings are painted exactly the same&lt;br /&gt;To work on the raw canvas and metamorposis it into a work of art&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“The Artist is a creator, a transformer, and an enlightener.&lt;br /&gt;The Artist creates the new - now&lt;br /&gt;The Artist transforms the basics, the essential raw material into an “enlightened” quality of being&lt;br /&gt;The Artists strongest tool is in” The Allowing” of the freedom  of expression of this quality of being - to allow the “enlightened” element of this quality to manifest and express itself&lt;br /&gt;The Artist dares (allows) to meet and move into the raw material and be with it, as it is, in its essential beauty (Form)&lt;br /&gt;This meeting is an empathy, a recognition, an awareness, which shapes and inspires both artist and form naturally towards their unique expression. And thus sets  “the enlightened” free to manifest.”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Artist creates the new, transforms the old, and enlightens both.”&lt;br /&gt;The Highest Art in this world comes from those human beings who are not afraid to create with their heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Take a cup….this cup is an enlightened piece of clay, transformed and raised and burned in fire.. to a higher form.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Take a crystal glass … this glass is an enlightened handful of sand, transformed and raised and burned in fire …to a higher form&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What quality is the clay?&lt;br /&gt;And what quality is the sand?&lt;br /&gt;And what quality is our mind when we place it in the fiery lake, our heart?&lt;br /&gt; in the name of God do we crawl, or walk or dance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2970786821510779028-7707918705456356593?l=newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/7707918705456356593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2970786821510779028&amp;postID=7707918705456356593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2970786821510779028/posts/default/7707918705456356593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2970786821510779028/posts/default/7707918705456356593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com/2007/09/art-of-meta.html' title='The Art Of Meta'/><author><name>James Findlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453793030055541514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970786821510779028.post-7122729844446692437</id><published>2007-08-31T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T00:00:05.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen through your eyes</title><content type='html'>If we in some ways see the world like through a childs eyes&lt;br /&gt;Its kept unbroken despite of all that might have happend to us in life... !&lt;br /&gt;The "Inner Child" for me, is not what you are describing here.  you and I are talking about a spirit way beyond this "Pap Facade Inner child Terminology" first described in the 70's full of all its traumas and frustrations, ...formed as a defence mechanism to  protect itself from the culture and family it was brought up in.&lt;br /&gt;You and I are talking about a spirit a brave spirit, so real, not romantic,so real it goes straight into the bone.&lt;br /&gt;You are talking about... you and I&lt;br /&gt;If we in some ways see the world like through a childs eyes&lt;br /&gt;For me...we are that child looking through these eyes, no matter how old our bodies become, there is no other way around it&lt;br /&gt;I am always speaking and looking at a child, no matter which way i turn, and you cant hide that child no matter how much we like to try as adults, as experts, and authorities. it is so damn..obvious!  I can see you ....in your eyes ..and you can see me..in mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank God for sunglasses  hehe"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2970786821510779028-7122729844446692437?l=newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/7122729844446692437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2970786821510779028&amp;postID=7122729844446692437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2970786821510779028/posts/default/7122729844446692437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2970786821510779028/posts/default/7122729844446692437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com/2007/08/seen-through-your-eyes.html' title='Seen through your eyes'/><author><name>James Findlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453793030055541514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970786821510779028.post-3056007050256402446</id><published>2007-08-31T23:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:53:37.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show you love</title><content type='html'>The mind likes to think it is in charge so it takes or attempts to own the spirit as itself...And the mind now sits on the throne of spirit, and says to it self , that it is the spirit, when it infact is our mind&lt;br /&gt;We deceive ourselves in the name of spirit, and yes ......Spirit is Love&lt;br /&gt;And the only way to be sure is not to think that you have found Love (Spirit)&lt;br /&gt;But to Show you have love. This is the only way for certain that you have any love, otherwise you go around just thinking you have love, and this is narciscitic.&lt;br /&gt;To show you love is the most difficult and easiest thing you can ever do.&lt;br /&gt;And Spirit is all about showing, not thinking,&lt;br /&gt;you can have all the spirit in the world..(Love) But how will ever anyone know if you do not show it. Thinking you have love and can give love...is not the point at all&lt;br /&gt;Can we show love ? ...This is the Alpha and Omega of why we are here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2970786821510779028-3056007050256402446?l=newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/3056007050256402446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2970786821510779028&amp;postID=3056007050256402446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2970786821510779028/posts/default/3056007050256402446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2970786821510779028/posts/default/3056007050256402446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com/2007/08/show-you-love.html' title='Show you love'/><author><name>James Findlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453793030055541514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970786821510779028.post-6593360945946291586</id><published>2007-08-31T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:51:07.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe it or not!</title><content type='html'>"Dont believe the truth, dont believe the truth&lt;br /&gt;Dont believe "&lt;br /&gt; why should we believe. In the the centre of the word believe is the word lie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2970786821510779028-6593360945946291586?l=newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/6593360945946291586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2970786821510779028&amp;postID=6593360945946291586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2970786821510779028/posts/default/6593360945946291586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2970786821510779028/posts/default/6593360945946291586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com/2007/08/believe-it-or-not.html' title='Believe it or not!'/><author><name>James Findlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453793030055541514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970786821510779028.post-5281907650755811871</id><published>2007-08-26T03:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T03:13:39.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lecture: 2nd October:   The 4 levels of intuition</title><content type='html'>Looking for more inspiration on play as an "elixir " in your life, then come to my next lecture in Copenhagen on the 2nd of October at Husets Focus&lt;br /&gt;topics discussed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intuition&lt;br /&gt;the Osiris car&lt;br /&gt;the New Age labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;play and metamodels&lt;br /&gt;Meta the Course&lt;br /&gt;Meta Meditation&lt;br /&gt;The Play Foundation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2970786821510779028-5281907650755811871?l=newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/5281907650755811871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2970786821510779028&amp;postID=5281907650755811871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2970786821510779028/posts/default/5281907650755811871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2970786821510779028/posts/default/5281907650755811871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com/2007/08/lecture-2nd-october-4-levels-of.html' title='Lecture: 2nd October:   The 4 levels of intuition'/><author><name>James Findlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453793030055541514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970786821510779028.post-4062872129226741913</id><published>2007-08-24T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T05:26:43.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play is the "Here and Now"</title><content type='html'>The relationship of play to the "Here and now" becomes more concrete... to play, simply puts us "In Touch" with this magical powerful moment, life charging energy charging..and breath taking awake and elated. play is not just an idle occupation, or trivial pursuit, for me it is "The Holy Grail" to create change new transformation and elevation, new learning and new possipilities. It stretches me over my edges. It is not the "Here and Now" It should be more appropiately more precisely called "The Here And New" for that is what the Now is....it is "New" If it is not New, then you are not here...now. And the New is cosmic creation itself ...all empowering..&lt;br /&gt;For myself, I can't work my way to it, to reach out for it, use effort or training or technique. There is no expectations or preplanning for it, no hill to climb or path to walk to get there ...there-is-here.. I am not excluding anything at all, Here, for me "all is inclusive" rather than exclusive. no removing the obstacles in the way, such as worries and thoughts even feelings, even experiences of the past or thoughts for the future. This here is filled with everything at once...Everything I know, and everything I dont know..is here the identifier and the observer, and the witness to both, and all the strangers I have yet to meet. is here,and in this seemingly silence, and stillness, there is this moment-miracle, this power of now, the power of the silence, this immense power, with the speed of power, and before I even have time to realise this crytal clear light of now........I have just been hit by a bolt of lightning.&lt;br /&gt;The earth-shattering shock of the rolling thunder... comes later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2970786821510779028-4062872129226741913?l=newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/4062872129226741913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2970786821510779028&amp;postID=4062872129226741913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2970786821510779028/posts/default/4062872129226741913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2970786821510779028/posts/default/4062872129226741913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com/2007/08/play-is-here-and-new.html' title='Play is the &quot;Here and Now&quot;'/><author><name>James Findlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453793030055541514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970786821510779028.post-8925496474560304492</id><published>2007-08-21T14:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T14:00:52.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter: The Explorers</title><content type='html'>Are you an Explorer?&lt;br /&gt;The amount of new  therapists and teachers, healers and clairvoyant’s, being created each day around the world is  rapidly growing.  Courses on such educations abound.  There is a whole new surge, a movement of the human spirit pioneering and exploring a whole new world&lt;br /&gt;As A pioneer, I am an explorer exploring the great unknown.  And in the unknown there are no maps yet, I create the maps as I go along.  There is nobody out there yet, I am the first, and my maps, just like all maps in pioneering times, are general maps, they are not precise enough.  Yet I am encouraging those who follow in my footsteps to believe that they are, because I myself believe they are.  Yet they are only general maps, maps which may be not accurate enough. &lt;br /&gt;  As an explorer I need to become very good at map-making, My tools of precision need to be  precise,  I believe they are good enough, but maybe they are not.  &lt;br /&gt;  The tools I have, are based on thousands of years of wisdom, yet this alone is not enough to trust them, I should take nothing for granted when it comes to exploring the unknown.  My tools may be clumsy.  And myself, ill prepared, and ill equiped.&lt;br /&gt;I have embarked from my established shores, have left safe havens behind, preferring to choose the uncharted seas of my mind.   Explorer yes !  Good navigator - maybe!    Brilliant! - This remains to be seen.  Even Christopher Columbus failed to recognise what he had discovered.&lt;br /&gt;  Will I recognise what I discover?  How do I know what am looking for?  In which direction do I travel?  And how do I move? With a leap of faith maybe.  Faith alone may not be good enough; no matter how much faith I place in my old maps.  They can only give me the illusion of feeling secure, and this is comforting and good for what is about to come, but how do I know they are up to the task ahead?  I need other maps, and other ways of making maps, to challenge the whole science of map-making. &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;I need to be a mapmaker of extraordinary accuracy.  It is important to know where I am and what I have discovered and how I arrived there, not only for my own sake, but to those that wish to follow me.  I need to be accurate, for the slightest error of any degree over long distance could be catastrophic.  And when I reach my goal, I better make certain that what I have found is what I have dreamed and hoped for. &lt;br /&gt;It is one thing to discover America, and another to only discover a small desert island.  Better to return with the glory of discoveries of great grandeur and beauty than the disillusionment of finding nothing.&lt;br /&gt;    Here lies my  dilemma as an explorer, the risk of finding nothing is high, no matter how well trained I am.  And for every great explorer there is, there are thousands that do not reach such heights.   And here lies the psychological make-up of the explorer.  An explorer is usually a free spirit, rebellious against the mainstream of thinking, and dare to take risks; even what others would call foolish risks.&lt;br /&gt;  Above all, they have an unenviable belief in themselves, which is unshakeable, expecting others to believe in them likewise.   They also develop a remarkable talent for telling stories.&lt;br /&gt;  Such mavericks, such adventurers and explorers, since the beginning of time have been telling us epic stories of their adventures, enticing and persuading us to follow in their footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;  Those explorers which became disillusioned in their travels, covered up their shattered dreams and hopes and transferred them also into stories, stories which they usually heard from others who were more successful, they then claimed  these stories as their own,  changing them just a little to disguise them, like some distorted treasure, the truth but not quite, and naturally being reasonably good at map-making they produced maps to confirm their stories.  Maps, which were not accurate, for they had not lived the adventure out themselves.  Like the fisherman telling the story of the great fish which got away, they go one step further, they produce a map showing us where this fish is, and offer this map for sale.&lt;br /&gt;  I, living in my secluded life sitting in my “local”,  is caught up in the aura of the story , I buy such a map and head of in my quest completely unaware that the map I have just purchased is inaccurate.&lt;br /&gt;  Like the great Gold Rush, years ago in America, people are giving up everything, home and family, in search of riches in the wild blue yonder.  Some strike it rich, and most of these are the property dealers (the “experts”) selling maps of useless pieces of land to the would-be explorer.&lt;br /&gt;This is the way it is in times of pioneering and exploration. &lt;br /&gt;In all New Ages…..We take our chances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2970786821510779028-8925496474560304492?l=newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com/feeds/8925496474560304492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2970786821510779028&amp;postID=8925496474560304492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2970786821510779028/posts/default/8925496474560304492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2970786821510779028/posts/default/8925496474560304492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newagelabyrinth.blogspot.com/2007/08/chapter-explorers.html' title='Chapter: The Explorers'/><author><name>James Findlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06453793030055541514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970786821510779028.post-3819662657239418324</id><published>2007-08-21T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T13:57:28.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first Chapter</title><content type='html'>Today, I feel I am entering the most sophisticated labyrinth of all time. On a journey, a quest, excitingly fumbling at the entrance of a dark cave with a blazing torch in my hand struggling to translate the hieroglyphics scratched and etched out on the wall. Deep within there may be a treasure, but I better watch out for the traps.  They go hand in hand with the treasures deep inside labyrinths&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible, that without knowing it, I have entered this labyrinth? And that this labyrinth is the ultimate original mother of them all, so sophisticated, so grandiose and yet so fundamental.  Not only have I entered it, but I have also helped build it.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that I have been creating labyrinths unknowingly since I was a child?  And labyrinths are tools, which help develop my mind.  Could it also be there is a natural state behind the thoughts which builds labyrinths, which has been lost and forgotten, a primordial state of mind, “Garden of Eden”!&lt;br /&gt;Not only have I entered this labyrinth, but also maybe I have become trapped in it, this New Age. Trapped and held spellbound by its glamour its mystery, a place where I am seeking hidden treasures, a place full of angels and dragons, temples and grottos, heroes and villains, all offering a veritable kaleidoscope of magical spells and miracles. &lt;br /&gt;Who do I trust, and how do I know the difference, and what is mine, and what do I own, and what do I take, and what do I give away. And why am I going in here in the first place?  &lt;br /&gt;Each part of the labyrinth is in itself a labyrinth, growing and evolving, labyrinths within labyrinths abounding in all directions.&lt;br /&gt;“Which way to go!”&lt;br /&gt;“Trust your intuition!”&lt;br /&gt;I could not help but see that intuition and labyrinths were one and the same thing.  I felt this was too simple an explanation, It uneased me that it was so simple, this connection between labyrinths and intuition, yet somewhere within me I knew that here was something worth investigating, and for the first time, I began to observe what I had spent so many years identifying with – The New Age.&lt;br /&gt;Was it possible that labyrinths were designed to develop the intuition?.  And if the New Age is a labyrinth, then surely the goal of the New Age - is to overcome it - to survive it, to conquer and master it&lt;br /&gt;What was I saying to myself? How could I ever imagine letting go of the New Age?  I knew it all of my adult life, the heart of it, my family – Findhorn.  Without a doubt I was moving into an unknown land, to move against the “Flow”, my comfort zone, my security, my home.   &lt;br /&gt;I was beginning to see into a landscape unlike any other, my own unique perception of a landscape.  The temples spiritually imagined, were not what I thought they were.  They were not those golden pyramids, or Greek white Parthenon’s, “no!” they were skyscrapers reaching up to the heavens. “Yes!” they offered great vision, I could see for miles, but I had no feet on the ground.  I needed to leave such temples, my years of work, to get back down, to here on the ground, here, to shake them loose, my earthquake, 10 on the Richter scale, my silent Armageddon.  &lt;br /&gt;Free from such temples, at least I now knew I was trapped in the centre of the labyrinth.  This is little comfort to someone who for many years had called it home.  &lt;br /&gt;I needed to know more about intuition, about labyrinths, and at a time and an age when it seems that everyone around me was rushing in, I needed to find a way out.&lt;br /&gt;I further embarked on my travels to find out more&lt;br /&gt;  Strangely enough labyrinths are more common than I realised, they are found an all cultures carved out on stone, on the earth. in caves all over the world in all shapes and sizes.  They are as fascinating as the pyramids and equally mysterious.  What is their purpose and precise function?&lt;br /&gt;I began to imagine all sorts of possibilities of why labyrinths were there in the first place.  They seemed to be used for some type of ritual, initiation &lt;br /&gt;     “Imagine for a moment the Wise men of Old who designed the labyrinths, they chose carefully their would-be disciple before they sent he or she into the labyrinth.   It was usually someone in the community who was sensitive and had visionary dreams, open to other realms. This was important as survival tools, because the Wise Men of Old, were also aware, that the initiate entering might not return.&lt;br /&gt;     The initiate would increase intuition by entering, but the purpose of the labyrinth is to survive it by coming out, only then can the initiate be ready for service in the larger community.&lt;br /&gt;The would be disciple has entered into a place which is deliberately designed to deceive, so that he or she can learn to work their way through the deception, and come out a better person.&lt;br /&gt;This seems to be the principle of a labyrinth.   Yet is there more to it?&lt;br /&gt;What do I bring out of the labyrinth, which makes me a better person?  What is this treasure that is worth all the risks?  What is it that the Wise Men of Old are waiting for?  The developed intuition!  They know this will eventually come.  They deliberately designed the labyrinth to speed-up intuition.  It was something else they were after, of greater value, for they knew that intuition was not enough to survive the labyrinth, even though the labyrinth increased the intuition. &lt;br /&gt;     Here I felt was the final irony, the Great Deception of the labyrinth.   By developing my intuition I become increasingly lost in the labyrinth... intuition has a blind spot...&lt;br /&gt;   I become “high” from it. &lt;br /&gt;     It is like a drug, which is addictive.  As certain moods can release certain chemicals in the body, so it is, with intuition.  The euphoria, which accompanies it, is so powerful that I feel divinely guided, but my consciousness may be out of balance, therefore I will only be divinely misguided.&lt;br /&gt;     I enter with caution.&lt;br /&gt;     Yet caution is seen as a weakness.  Caution is for those who are not “tuned- in”, for those who are not inspired by some divine mission.   I, like one of the lemmings throw caution to the wind as I plunge into the New Age.  In a kind of mad rush to find myself I enter the labyrinth.   The labyrinth, brilliant to distract and deceive, forces me to concentrate and focus on what is of real value.&lt;br /&gt;The Wise Men of Old knew this, and certainly knew what was of value.  To them, intuition was not enough, not enough to give service to the larger community, and not enough to survive the labyrinth.    It is one thing to enter, it is another to reach its centre, and it is a whole other thing to come out.  The wise men of Old were wishing to work with those that came out.  They would bring with them a fully awakened intuition, which by then would have meant very little.  Yet the initiate would have the pearl.  They have survived the distraction the deception, they have survived the temptations, and passed through darkness even though it appears to be made of light, (which I believe is the construction of our modern day New Age labyrinth.)&lt;br /&gt;The story of the Minotaur, the beast, half-man and half-bull, in the centre of the labyrinth in Greek mythology, highlights so clearly the perils involved.   The Minotaur symbolises the animal instinct suppressed deep down within me, no matter how civilised and super-civilized I become.  The offering, the sacrifice to the Minotaur every 9 years to be devoured, is seven young boys and seven young girls.&lt;br /&gt;     That which is pure and innocent is sacrificed to feed the basic animal instinct.  (To hopefully pacify it)  This animal instinct is so uncontrollable that it can devour and overcome anyone who enters its’ world, it's labyrinth. In ancient Crete, such a ritual, which is so powerful within the human psyche, created a whole cult and civilisation around it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Two separate worlds, the animal instinct, and that which is pure and innocent, were kept apart until the time of the ritual where they were brought and forced together in a deadly game.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      The Minotaur was so frightening, that even if one escaped confronting it face to face, one was bound to get lost in its enormous and complicated labyrinth.  Yet even though it appeared that the fate of the children was inevitable, there was still a chance to survive, though a slim one indeed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    Every nine years, the pure and the innocent were consumed and overwhelmed by such a beast and it’s world.  Each 9 years the hope and dreams of society, the children, the best of the children, played a deadly game, and battled it out in a labyrinth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;      I would not dream of creating such a labyrinth in my life, not intentionally, not consciously, yet maybe deep down nothing has changed in my psyche, for the beast within if I suppress and deny it, will rise up and consume the world of my visions hopes and dreams.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I believe the secret to overcoming the labyrinth, the key to survive it, to conquer it, lies in the story of the Minotuar, the classical Greek story in its classical definitive state. It was not what he brought out, but what he took in. Only this could guide him through the labyrinth safely, only this could survive the deception, only this could pass through the darkness and thus slay the beast.   He brought a ball of string, which he unravelled as he entered and followed on his way out.  &lt;br /&gt;     I call this ball of string, common sense.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Without common sense how do I know that I am on the path of wisdom?&lt;br /&gt;Without commonsense it may as well be any path.  Who would know?&lt;br /&gt; Common sense lights up the path and shows the way.&lt;br /&gt;      Yet in my mad rush to cleanse and purify my body, by forcing and ridding myself, (like some intensive “work-out in the gym), of my unhealthy diets, bad habits, negative and impure thinking I attempt to squeeze myself into the program called “Holistic”&lt;br /&gt;I change my name, and change my relationships, and change my religion, or try to adopt them all, for I am becoming spiritual.  I raise my vibrations beyond the physical body, communing with higher beings, and higher levels receiving messages of guidance, and seeking “signs” for a better world.  I am building a New World and I am building it with my Soul-body.  Not just content to be civilised, I want to be super-civilised.&lt;br /&gt;     And all the while, the Beast within is stirring, denied and despised and even hated, building up into an enormous rage.&lt;br /&gt;     This type of wholeness is out of balance with itself, not just creating a division, but a chasm too wide to even attempt to bridge,  but not quite.&lt;br /&gt;     There is a “thin thread of light” offering hope, a possible solution, a way out of this labyrinth.&lt;br /&gt;     The Greek hero, Theseus, a young boy, in the story of the Minotaur, volunteers to enter the labyrinth to slay the beast.  The Goddess of Love, Aphrodite on hearing of his bravery, makes the princess fall in love with him and because of the princesses love for Theseus she tells him the secret of how to survive the labyrinth.&lt;br /&gt;     She gives him a ball of string made of silver, (a silver thread of light)&lt;br /&gt;     This he ties to the portal as he enters and unravels as he journeys through the labyrinth.  He reaches the centre and slays the Minotaur and survives the labyrinth.  He eventually becomes king of his homeland.&lt;br /&gt;     A child, and the secret this child knows defeats the Minotaur. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The writing on the wall in the Labyrinth&lt;br /&gt; “ A labyrinth is a precision tool.  It is a tool of consciousness.  It has a function.  Its function is Initiation... and a particular form of Initiation, Labyrinths are designed to initiate, awaken, activate, the intuitive faculty.  It is an excellent tool for developing the intuition.  Labyrinths encourage the intuition to come forward, to take a more active role in the human consciousness.  The would-be disciple on entering the labyrinth, becomes quickly disorientated, his or her normal daily faculties, the logical rational, intellectual, no longer function at their best.    The would-be disciple has entered chaos, yet the labyrinth only has the appearance of chaos, it is brilliantly designed to create this effect in their minds, forcing other dormant faculties within their consciousness to come forward, primitive faculties, primitive instincts, such as fear, anxiety, confusion, survival, (flight or fight).  Squeezed open like an oyster the primitive part of the consciousness hopefully will emerge it’s pearl... the intuition”.&lt;br /&gt;    I turn my attention on Intuition. This is a popular subject with those involved in the New Age.  People talk as if they are using it, and they share with one another example after example of experiences that have happened to them.  They talk as if it is enjoyable, that it is a wonderful feeling to have intuitive experiences, they express it in such a way as if they were taking a walk around the garden, an everyday event.  For me it is a whole other way of walking.  Intuitions’ walking is far beyond the security of the garden.  Such talk glamorises and trivialises.&lt;br /&gt;Intuition has had profound effects on my life.&lt;br /&gt;People, who have genuinely lived it out, are reluctant to talk about it.  Most never do. It is so personal, so profound. Words can barely touch it.&lt;br /&gt;But if I look deep enough, I can see in people’s eyes those who have experienced the compelling power of Intuition, and maybe some of those have overcome its addiction and passed beyond its Path.&lt;br /&gt;Women are known to have it more developed than men.  It is known as something feminine, which dwells in the feminine side of our psyche.&lt;br /&gt;     Women are the largest proportion of people that are involved in the New Age.  They are drawn to that which is intuitive.  The New Age movement is largely a feminine movement, up until now.&lt;br /&gt;     For myself, the New Age language is feminine.   It encourages such words as, sensitivity, tuning-in, awareness, intuition, wholeness, infinite, universal consciousness, limitless love and truth.&lt;br /&gt;The language is expansive and spacious.  The New Age is emerged in this feeling of expansion and space.  The New Age gives me the feeling that it is vast, that it is eternal, and will always be.   There appears to be endless ways to expand, to transform, and to change.  But this is only an appearance.  The New Age I believe is limited, and has boundaries, and has form and shape, And I am so glad for that, because I believe that energy and form are the same, and I cannot experience one without the other.&lt;br /&gt;     For a long time I believed that I was finally home after struggling and searching for so many years, but this is natural, this feeling of being home is what I experience when I use my intuition...this sense of connectedness with all things.  My walk on the path, to my journey home probably has not even begun yet.  Why?  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