Sophia: I don’t really want to speak to because I know my head is going to go round trying to find the way to express what I have to say, and I don’t know what to say . . . [begins to gently cry] What I feel in this moment
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Tags: fragility, sharing
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Mike: As people who were born into a culture which is basically Cartesian, we adopt concepts and we use those concepts in conversations or in our work as though they were facts. They are not facts; they are concepts, until we embody them. Does that make sense? Kieran has suddenly
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I think this article might well be read in conjunction with The Teaching not the Teacher, which is in the Introduction section of this book. People quite often ask me whether I think they are ready/ripe to teach this work, so these are some reflections stemming, largely,
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Tags: desire to teach, i want to teach, journey to freedom, panic attack, right livelihood, safe space, spiritual, spiritual work, surrender of separateness, teach, teaching, teaching not the teacher
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I realise that not all readers are therapists of any kind and I crave their indulgence, but the following came out of a course I held recently in Spain and I thought that the subject was so important that I would publish it for the many of us who are
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Who I Really Am No beginning, only Process. The Spirit reincarnates. Birth and Life The meeting of the unfolding and the experience. Layer upon layer of delusion. I have become I and forgotten.
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Tags: Awareness, mike boxhall, process, who i really am
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We are shifting mirrors of identity Aphrodite’s playthings; a synthesis of contradictions Hands and arms link like a golden umbilical cord spiralling into the cathedral of my Heart You play strange notes on my trembling spine as if re-discovering a long lost cherished
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The Tide goes deep and deeper still. Witness. I do not hold, it has gone on. Witness. Here the pain. Not me to fix. Witness. Ever deeper, where now the
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When a guru’s not engaged in meditation A-reciting of his mantra for the week, His capacity for infantile inflation Is enough to drive disciples up the creek. He will take the girls aside for tantric yoga
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