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  • Hearing The Voices Of The Divine Spirit

    Indeed, the story of The Living Word of Kuan Yin may have begun when Lena Lees prayed to a beautiful stone visage of Kuan Yin. During the third trimester of her pregnancy, Lena and her family traveled from California to visit with family and friends in Philadelphia.

    Her delivery date swiftly approaching, Lena knew this would be the last time for a while that she’d be able to…

  • Masks

    Don’t be fooled by the face I wear, for I wear a thousand masks, And none of them are me. Don’t be fooled, for goodness sake, don’t be fooled.

    I give you the impression that I’m secure, that confidence is my name and coolness is my game, And that I need no one. But don’t believe me. Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in aloneness, in fear.

    That’s why I create a mask to hide behind, to shield me from…

  • May You Be Forgotten – Spiritual Story by Paulo Coelho

    At the Sceta monastery, the abbot Lucas gathered the monks for the sermon.

    “May you never be remembered,” he said.

    “What do you mean?” replied one of the brothers, “May our example not help those who might need it?”

  • A Glass of Milk

    One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry.

    He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door.

    Instead of a meal he asked for…

  • Stone and the Flower

    “You have hardened”, said the flower, bending her petals downward toward the half stone at her roots. “These rains should have softened you, made you more fertile and receptive to the seeds of the fields; but no. You have accumulated minerals and have become more silent and full of calcium. Why do you stay here? Why do you resist the brook that gives us water?”

    The stone said nothing…

  • Message From the Beyond – A Short Spiritual Story

    She had been a great beauty in her time. After a failed marriage and the disintegration of her relationship with her only son, she had several relationships with very wealthy men. She was a gorgeous “trophy” girlfriend. They took her to exclusive restaurants – and all over the world, staying in the finest hotels, sailing on the most luxurious ships and bought her jewels, clothes — gave her money and anything else she wanted.

    When I met Lee she was far beyond her prime…

  • Long Division

    I frequently found myself alone but I never recall being bored. The simplest things formed the basis for imaginative games or fantastic adventures that took place in my mind. The physical pain would very quickly be blotted out by distractions of my making. So would any thoughts of further sadness or hurt. I could not or would not focus on it. It was quite literally like a light switch.

    Imprisoned in my room I felt safest…

  • Review of a Great Movie

    Hi! I am compelled to write a review of a movie I can’t stop watching. It’s a great movie with such a huge star cast, such a huge and beautiful stage and such a great story that I have to give it 5 stars.

    As you know, the heart of a movie is its story. The story of this movie is so complex yet so simple, full of emotions, full of action, full of mystery, full of love, full of violence, full of science fiction, full of… well there is nothing that is not there in this movie…

  • Tested

    On the train heading for Glasgow I raised a subject I’d read about the day before. “Is your church-going a substitute for Christianity?” My wife looked puzzled so I explained. “It’s about folk who claim to be Christian because they go to church every Sunday but don’t actually lead very Christian lives the other six days of the week.”

  • Three Summers and the Southern Cross

    “We are all connected to the Earth,” she was saying, pushing the bead-adorned braids away from my face, then letting her hands rest on my shoulders. I listened, mostly because her mouth was beautiful, hearing her roll over the words in her native tongue was like music. I listened because the light touch of her fingers on my bare collarbone was somehow intense and exciting, yet at the same time comforting.

    I must have been silent too long, because she…