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I have a confession to make. I want to be wealthy and famous. My inner critic has just chastised me for saying this aloud. “Aren’t you supposed to be more evolved than that? What happened during the 8 years of yoga? A spiritual person should…”
Please inner critic, shut the fuck up. You’re out of your element.
I have always wanted to be well-known and loved for something. When I was a kid I wanted to be an actress, or more accurately, a Hollywood star because I felt fancy and glamorous on the inside and needed that validated for me out in the world. I wanted to sing and be a pop star and go on tour when I wasn’t filming my blockbuster hits. As I matured and valued the need to expand my mind, and after trying to break into the Hollywood scene, I realized that I didn’t want to lay waste to my soul and lose my feminine power. But the desire to have it all never left me.
It is a hunger in me that I still cannot ignore.
Now that hunger is in the desire to teach, write, coach, and share my insights with the world. I want to take my magic and touch others souls with it in a profound way. I want to do all of this while wearing my vintage glamour of course. I seem to be doing all of this now except for the Oprah level wealthy and famous part and I am getting impatient.
My desire isn’t happening fast enough, in fact most of the time I feel quite rushed. I credit that feeling inside to watching my mother die at forty-two years old. She waited till she was forty to graduate college. I feel as if I am in a race against time to make something of myself and bring in the cash. I have to know what I am doing. I have to show myself that I am worthy of being here, but to whom? Where inside me does this mania generate?
For so long I have wanted to get rid of my desire because this line of thinking has brought me pain. I have felt inadequate in pretty much all of the things I have attempted and have a wasteland of unfinished projects in my backyard. The ticking sound of my internal metronome says “come on, produce!” Sometimes I feel like a slave to my work, my goals and my purpose.
I wonder how other people do it, how they become. Why don’t I feel as good as they seem to feel? I want to feel at ease with my purpose and gifts and have a profile picture that makes you believe it. I want my intelligence and hard work validated. I want to continually evolve, ever unfolding, from beginning to end to beginning again. Do I do that? I don’t know. I am really very insecure.
I don’t get much feedback from the outside world, at least, not enough to my liking. How do I know that I am doing it right? What was “it” again? I guess I just have to trust myself. Now that is quite the task.
I want my life to be easy. I have gone through enough hardships already. But if I heal, I am strong enough to grow. If I grow, I can grow my life and belief that I can repeat this process with each challenge I am given. There is no other way it can be done, believe me I have tried to live on Easy Street and my house burned down (bad wiring).
Sometimes I want to huddle in a little ball and hide from the world. Instead, I stay inside the house, inside my shell, and compare myself to others. After that, I compare others to others. I also compare myself to myself. I look around and see all of these powerful voices and feel I should be alongside of them and later question if I deserve to be among their ranks. How did it turn out that I am struggling to get there? This is why I have a hard time finishing projects and afraid to leave my house. THIS is why. Well also this question: How do I get to magnify my voice to the world without paying a publicist $3,000 per month?
When I die, I want to know that I used my life until it was tired, withered and worn. Why else am I here but to do just this? Why have I been given this magical charisma, firepower, intuition and above all else, an OVERWHELMING love inside of me that cannot be quenched? ( It isn’t there for me to be known as the woman who could leave the neatest pattern of vacuum tracks in her rug that no one ever saw or cared about.)
I need to own all of this in order for my questions to be answered.
I have not owned my desire to be famous because fame has become a gross misrepresentation of life, especially for women. Self-involved floozies are turning the world into their glorified shopping mall and tanning bed experience. I could care less about those vapid things. I don’t want to be known for who I am wearing but what I have come to say. When I get old I want to be the crone that lovingly advises women that are burdened by this same hunger to go out there and change the world.
The fact that I have not owned my desire has made me become Woody Allen level neurotic. I have placed a stigma around my own intuition. I came into the world knowing I was special and I flat out denied it. I made an inadvertent life purpose out of fixing abusive men, using myself as a teaching tool, emotional baggage receptacle and a punching bag instead of chasing my dreams and believing I was worthy of their fruition. I spent years pretending I was more than I was, imprisoned by false bravado when what I needed was to focus inward and speak my truth.
Ah the beauty of hindsight…but I digress.
I will no longer deny my desires. I speak them now into existence. We women have a distinct magic for performing the impossible magic of making life happen even when we don’t think we are capable of so much power.
I will no longer hide from my truth. Enslavement is still slavery even if you think you are free. I will no longer justify my choices or question my ideas. This is the core of trust.
If you want something name it. If you do not want something, don’t focus on it. Work hard, be kind, and inspire others with your truth.
The process of becoming a wise woman is beset on initiation. The trauma we experience in our lives sets us apart from the world of safety and security. We see beyond the veil of guarantees into the deep grit of life’s inner workings and if we can stand it, we become wise from what we have seen, discovering that we are the point of origination for the turn of the world.
The hardships in our lives are the gateways to initiation, the fiery doorway of transformation. As we walk along the road, we subconsciously leave clues for us to find our way back to the life we already know. Our breadcrumb trail is our link to our pragmatic selves. Standing before the doorway, we become aware that this is the same door we have seen many times in our dreams. It is the star gate, the mouth of the cave, and the cliff that we must jump. Our inner wisdom has prepared us for the moment to walk through it since the time of our birth, to be initiated to our real lives of intuitive womanhood.
“We took them to the edge and bade them fly. They held on. Fly we said. They held on. We pushed them over the edge. And they flew.” -Guillaume Apollinaire
We women need permission to do everything. We ponder the ideas of risk and take a step backward, allowing the overprotective mother energy that guides our minds to stifle our path. We become anxious when our nest is threatened with change and yet, it is change we crave. This counter intuition has been given to us courtesy of the reminders from the women before us. In our collective sisterhood, we learned that intuition is to be quieted, for it is not useful in this world and comes with great risk. We allowed our spiritual healing journeys to be co-opted by doctor visits, our repressed emotions replaced by chronic illnesses.
We stayed in unhealthy relationships because we worried about how the other person will carry on without us to wash his clothes, to prepare his meals, and provide him physical comforts. We busied our minds with duty, while our life force was covertly sucked away by a predator at our teat feigning the need to be nurtured.
And we have told ourselves each and every day that what we are doing is good. It is good for our children; it is good for the future. It is good for us. We labor in the act of convincing ourselves that our dying embers are a normal part of life, and the quieting our fierceness comes with maturity.
This is the root of trauma.
The choice to look at this truth allows the initiate to discover that the opening to the fiery doorway is worth the risk of being burned. It is in understanding that strong decisions create a downwind of raw feminine power, subduing the flames, widening the narrow path to the other side while creating a storm to decimate the mundane. Her courage seals the portal from the other side so she won’t be tempted to return nor rationalize her reasons for staying.
Initiation is in the observation of the sacred land of the self. It is in the refusal to compromise the importance of your spiritual gifts to please others. It is in being an orphaned child and forging your own path. It is the burying of your spouse, and sometimes your children. It is the ability to say “I was raped” aloud. In the deepest moments of grief, our losses are compensated with the ability to see through time.
Our psychic link to all life that exists is heightened and becomes a fortress of healthy boundaries in relationships and a deeper inner dialogue with the lost aspects of ourselves.
We then are able to come face to face with the apparitions of our foes who once were large and harrowing. The journey to confront them is that of the hero, as we delve into the bottomless world of our mind searching for clues to find and destroy them.
We discover our greatest healing power has been usurped by psychic wire-tapping – recordings left from traumatic experiences. These are the way that your captors can still have a hold on you even when you are convinced they are out of your life. They have turned your dials through the implanting of ideas, slowly and unnoticeably changing who you are, tweaking what you think and feel. These changes continue to ripple into the far reaches of your life until you sever the connection by allowing your intuition to guide you once again. You have evolved from the naïveté that could not see the ills of your greatest virtues captured, when you free your subconscious from the influence of your predator.
Your predator may take on many forms, but its goals are universal: subdue the illuminated one.
What has held you back? What has become a cancer in your life? Cut it away. Remove it all so that it doesn’t come back with a vengeance after a brief remission. Pull out the shards of pain and use love to stop your soul from hemorrhaging.
This is the heart of initiation.
Many women who have come to me for my intuitive guidance have said “I wish I could see what you can see.”
What can you not see? What are you turning away from? When did you forgo the ecstatic dance for normalcy? When did you tell yourself that you were not worthy of being complete? When did your life start living you?
It is in those questions that her envy is quieted and windows to her world are cracked, allowing fresh air to clear the intuitive fog.
Being intuitive is not something that sets one person apart from the other, making them better or more masterful than any other person. It is the result of survival, the most visceral initiation, through unbearable processes of life. A woman’s intuition matures when her deepest relationships are severed through death, making the only viable communication through her spiritual connection fueled by her love. Her intuition heightens when she stays with the searing pain of childbirth, gripping at life as she deftly harnesses her power to bring life forward. It is in the quiet mornings that she lets her heart speak to her, as tears roll down her cheeks. It is in her being able to feel the word yes in her bones, never uttering its sacredness unless it feels right each and every time.
Initiation is the voracious search for the aspects of your soul left along the trail as unrecognizable orphaned children and yet, you still look upon them fondly with love, giving them a place to heal, be loved, and grow.
“A Woman’s issues of soul cannot be treated by carving her into a more acceptable form as defined by an unconscious culture, nor can she be bent into a more intellectually acceptable shape by those who claim to be the sole bearers of consciousness. No, that is what has already caused millions of women who began as strong and natural powers to become outsiders in their own cultures.” ~Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D.
Women are the bearers of untamable divinity. When we place the soles of our feet upon the holy ground of Mother Earth, we open to a special feminine language. We pierce the mundane with every step we take, as the rest of the world’s rubber soles tread unaware. The spiritual woman’s path is the pendulum sway of voluptuous hips in accord with the myriad rhythms of time.
The frightening beauty of the unkempt wildness of woman is what we all want so desperately to emerge. We need our deepest aspects understood, loved, heard, and honored through a reverence that extends beyond the frivolities of diluted awareness. The pique of woman is not the heart-stopping deliciousness of form and fairness that empowers her. Everyone who has tasted the nectar of a woman knows that the ambrosia that enlivens the tongue and opens the mind is only a pathway beyond temporal stimuli into the birth of ultimate reality.
For a woman to be complete she must be able to dance naked around a fire under the watch of a ripened full moon. She must expel the tender sweetness of sexual delight. She must be unhinged in order to create. Women wear the veil to the unseen, unknowable world with every creative act, lifting it as we see fit. Our bodies are heavenly hosts of the soul song that has the power to resurrect the dead and ignite evolution.
It can be smothering to be a woman of our modern age. We have so much to prove, while we work to disprove our own fallacies, myths of our weakness. We must be results oriented in order to convey we are worthy in a world with little feminine fluency. We water down the mysterious power that cannot be contained, nor fully understood, thus diminishing our brilliance. We wish to express ourselves in the fullness of our intuition, embark on life-changing spiritual journeys, partake in sacred circles and let the rain baptize our torn hearts.
Ultimately, we need to restore ourselves back to vibrancy every single day.
We require solitude from the distracting noise of a million unheard voices that call upon the divine mother. The petitioners perhaps never realize that their mythic vision defies reality. The transcendent magic of the poorest woman enables her to hear every prayer uttered. It is the letdown of her spiritual milk.
It is no wonder we have been silenced. We have been blindfolded, led to believe we must not accept compliment or accolade. We have been forced into the back of a world built on a foundation of insecurity, competition and supremacy.
Relationship structures have been recreated for women to submit themselves to their men, their most important aspects compromised so as to empower and simultaneously pacify their partners into unnatural comfort. How else could the wrath of Kali be contained? Who wouldn’t want to seek refuge in the arms of Mother Mary?
The world needs the unfettered woman now more than ever. The maidens need to learn compassion and grace from their mothers. Mothers need to diligently learn the ways of truth from the crone. The crones must use their aged eyes to look into the mysterious future while foraging the bones of our ancestors to once again, bring ancient wisdom back to life.
We must look to the divine feminine to help us from selling our souls for superficial ideas of enlightenment. We must do the fearful work it takes to reach our sacred inner fountain. We must be diligent, responsible and committed to our personal truth.
The world is a very frightening place when we cannot live our truth. Living a lie gives us the burden of too much to remember. So many costume changes must go off without a hitch, and too many people have to be pleased. When we are liars we are bound at our delicate wrists to the outside world’s view of a depiction of us. But we women have mastered the art of costuming in order to survive. How can we break away?
:: Soul Retrieval: For the seer, the shaman, and the priestess, soul retrieval is the act of recalling the lost parts of oneself across the reaches of space-time. The process begins with the understanding that we are complex, multi-dimensional beings with the power to transform energy on sight. We look to heal ourselves by reaching into the past and offering forgiveness to self and others, defeating the illusion of fear through positive action, and letting our love flow freely in those areas. It is a journey into the vast desert of the forgotten self and adding flesh to neglected bones. This is a practice that every spiritual woman must explore with a sense of full presence so that her truth may be used as a return path.
:: Embrace Sacred Solitude: Solitude is the art of spending time alone, by choice, and enjoying it. In sacred solitude, you have no gods to appease. You have no censorship. It is the creative realm where you discover new truths, rediscover evolving truths, and heal from the demands of the world. It is a place to learn self love. Creating a personal space for retreat is essential for women. We need a place to empty our hearts and bare our souls without fear of judgment or rejection. Start with creating a space in your mind that you encrypt from negative thoughts, to-do lists, and responsibilities to everyone else. Then build your sanctuary in your home. Even if it is the smallest corner, it is your pristine part of the universe.
:: Create: Women are natural creators. Whatever medium you choose, take time to create something. Take a moment to close your eyes and tap into the Goddess within the containment of your body. Feel the pressure of every word unexpressed, every desire you have wished. We have mastered the task of quietness to be acceptable in a conformist society. Is what you don’t say your authentic nature? What is your authentic voice? How does it sound? If you could say just three words what would they be? Reject the acceptable form. Untie the corset, take off the control tops, unhook the bra, and spend time stark naked in your soft, creative energy. You have the right and the power to do so. The world needs the call of the mountain woman, the haunting sirens song, and the stroke of heartfelt truth that only you can give.
This Valentine’s Day we honor four celebrity couples that have not only stood the test of time, but can teach us a thing or two about relationships.
Andrea Balt is a firestorm of full presence and authentic expression. Hailing from Madrid, Spain, she is taking the world one artistic emergence at a time, teaching us all how to live from the heart with her writing and cultivation of other gifted writers. She is the co-founder and Editor-in-Chief of Rebelle Society, an enormously popular online magazine that blatantly defies social norm, and begs the question “How else can one live fully if not creatively?” The publication focuses on mindfulness, artistry, relationships, world issues, and showcases poetic works. It arrests the reader with a modern-day edge of truth outlined in the crisp imagery of classic beauty and vintage style. In just a year, Rebelle Society has gained over 50,000 followers and has had success with the release of a compilation entitled Best of Rebelle Society Vol. 1: Celebrating the Art of Being Alive on Amazon.
Andrea has recently launched a new website highlighting her own endeavors called Creative Rehab. Offering the readers “fresh bites of renaissance,” Andrea believes that we are art, urging others to awaken themselves from within using their creativity and apply healthy living practices.
“Inspiration melts down your ice blocks, finds a way through your thickest walls, unlocks the doors you don’t have a key for and it helps you go beyond just believing and into your becoming. It’s the only way to affect, change or save any free-willed creature.” -Excerpt from: 31 Magic Quotes to Summon Your Inner Genius
On the Creative Rehab site, Andrea opens the window of her world, inviting you in to take a peek at her life. Her Instagram feed flashes exciting colors of nutritious foods and juices, thought provoking art, beautiful locales, and inspirational memes. Her apparent beauty captivates, her full presence, palpable.
“MY TAKE ON ART: I don’t just make art. I AM Art. (And so are you). Objects are beautiful, but they occupy the lowest place on the Art scale. Real art begins with us and our best creations and works of art are our own lives. The way I see it, being Art (and, as a result, making it) is not a preference, a hobby or a fancy. It’s our duty, as essential creators. As long as we’re alive our Art — that is, our Life and its extensions — is non-negotiable.
I’m not an artist because it sounds good, or because I love the the idea of it, or because I make objects that society identifies as Art. I’m an artist mainly because I can’t help it; because I’m a unique, unrepeatable human being and my life is a blank canvas that’s been handed to me, without asking, and whether I like it or not I gotta’ paint on it and document my findings. So I better make it pretty. No?” ~Andrea Balt
With her many talents, Andrea is in high demand helping to develop writers and brands all over the world. She is leading us in the new industrial revolution – creativity, technology, and mindfulness.
Creative Rehab is my favorite site right now. Reading Andrea’s work is like biting into a fresh, juicy tangerine: it’s refreshing, quenching, healthy, nourishing and exciting. I love every single morsel.
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There is a stirring in the mystical realm. The etheric menstruation of the universe is about to begin. Its abundant femininity cannot be ignored as the way is prepared for the union of mercury and the Aquarian sun, travelling together back in a time of reflection and renewal. We are witness to the great moon lodging of celestial bodies from the 6th until the 28th of February in Mercury Retrograde.
As we have taken the first swift, light-footed steps into the Lunar New Year we have become acquainted with the power of equine wisdom. Our spiritual thirst is being quenched at the river of life. Many will welcome victory after arduous battles, spontaneous adventure after the stagnation of apprehension, and the fulfillment of love after long-suffering patience for the right time to arrive. This is the time of connection to the fruition of dreams through clear, decisive action.
Hope and optimism can no longer be restrained. They gallop unbridled, graceful into the endlessness within us, bolstering us to prepare for change and surrender joyfully to the flow of it. Our connection with compassion grows from the transformative tears of the goddess Kwan Yin whose cries create bodies of water, their lunar tides dancing to the moonlight. The sacred horse that is our collective wisdom knows this, and sees that it is safe to drink.
This is a crucial period of spiritual growth that can help stimulate mental capacity, communication, insight. During the retrograde flow, the universe purges itself, sometimes causing the things that do not serve our highest good to stop working. By this crafty universal magic, we are forced to slow down and live without time, schedules, and electronic devices. We enable our illumination to take place, honoring the presence of divinely inspired ideas. For the artist, this helps her to realize the creative process more profoundly. This is her moment to become lost in the current as she refrains from rushing to an end result.
The Aquarian Retrograde is the time when all women are their most powerful, especially during their own menstrual flow. The beauty of the moon waxing and waning is intelligently alive in our sacred bowl of creativity, our uterus. Our ovaries communicate, holding the essential elements of life. In an otherworldly capacity, they connect effortlessly with the phases of the moon. They awaken the energetic receptors of our fallopian tubes as they carry seeds of life. Women are the organic elements of all forms of life, communication and awareness. Our fertility can manifest in every way imaginable. Through the flow of our blood we can create new worlds, heal others and ourselves.
The flow of blood represents freedom of choice. We are the only known species that can track, plan and decide when to procreate. We women know when the time is right, and our bodies know when we should continue the process of procreation or end it. We are the only experts of the body feminine.
The complexity of the divine feminine has frightened patriarchal systems for eons. Sacred ritual surrounding our cycles has been the reason we have been burned at the stake. We have seen religious text turn against the divine feminine, lessening her empowered role to wanton whore, her most worthwhile occupation prostitution with the very first of her kind being the “curse of original sin.” We have been deemed unclean, the weaker sex, and unfit for decision making, holy ritual and human contact as long as the menstrual flow is present.
The same system is victoriously lauded in the art of war mongering and rape. With hands stained from the blood of innocent children killed in the crossfire of ideology for the spoils of conquest, the unaware patriarch feebly gropes sacred elements of life, grasping for life at the miniscule particle he understands and begins categorizing, with little reverence, the role of the Mystical Feminine.
It is in our unique ability to grow stronger with the flow of pure blood derived from our communication center –the sacral chakra –that makes us powerful. It has piqued the attention of those that wish to control it, causing a war on women. Sadly, even misguided women have joined the ranks of this war. We have poisoned the sacred waters of the collective feminine by turning against one another, causing us to compare ourselves to unrealistic ideals. We have been taught to despise our own bodies and fearfully suppress the beauty of menstruation in all of its painful teachings.
My examples of the sacred feminine flow were fraught with negativity. Everywhere I shared in the experience feminine, I observed that we were not honored for our bleeding power. Living in a hodge-podge of puritanical viewpoints and punitive religion, I was taught that my cycle was unclean. When I was a little girl, I wanted to know more about it. I would make PMS jokes out of curiosity, not knowing what those three letters meant. I was deemed dirty and told by my mother that I was “not nice.” When my first cycle arrived, I bounded from the bathroom, victorious. My mother rolled her eyes and huffed, “Oh god,” before she unceremoniously tossed me a sanitary napkin. What were my options? What did this mean? I felt like I stepped into a magical realm of feminine wonder, but I was the only one there.
The women of my household operated on the side of belief that menstruation was curse from (the man) god because of eve’s bite from the apple. Menstruation was barely discussed, and when it was, it was never positive. My sister had terrible menstrual problems. Her cycles would arrive with a vengeance, tearing her apart from inside. She would be incapacitated from painful cramps that caused her to projectile vomit, making her dehydrated and susceptible to illness. My mother had a rare form of cancer that metastasized to her uterus. A hysterectomy was not enough to save her life. She always considered herself dirty, unclean. She was raised to believe that her worthlessness was augmented by the magic between her legs.
When I went to live with my father and his new wife, who had no knowledge of the multi-faceted vulnerability of a woman, the messages became worse. Not only was my sacred sexuality repeatedly defiled against my will, my father and his wife rebuked my femininity, called my menstrual cycle filth and made me feel disgusted to be naturally feminine. When I thought I escaped their clutches by marrying young, my husband during that era of my life would pierce me with a stare from his ice cold blue eyes on the arrival of my cycle and mutter, “I don’t trust anything that bleeds for five days and doesn’t die.”
I watched the power of a negative message poison the waters of womanhood for long enough. I turned inward and went on a healing journey that I, to this day, traverse. Each day I continue on the path of knowing myself. In those early crucial moments, I already decided that being a woman was a gift that I will not allow to be usurped. My inherent desire was to break the cycle of misogyny that invaded the family line simply by enjoying my feminine beauty in all of its rawness. That is my victory.
In my natural rebellious fashion, I was attuned to behave the opposite way everyone around me behaved. I, like my blood, could not be contained or suppressed. I had to be free. I discovered the powers of my feminine gift and shed my family blood for the sake of boundless spiritual connection to my life – my holy truth.
When I held on to these truths, my body became a holy vessel of awareness, curiosity and delight.
Life is a gift. I believe that what you put into life is what you get out of it. I bleed proudly with overflowing gratitude for the gift each and every cycle. We have a deep relationship, my cycle and I. She is one who has never abandoned me. I can count on her presence and her teachings of love. She helped me bring beautiful children into the world. She cleanses my body and environment of toxins. She teaches me to rely on my intuition. She is my art teacher, my spirit guide. She holds the space for my incredible sexual pleasure. She is healthy. She is pure. She is my true form, my essence of womanhood.
Collectively, we have no other choice but to acquiesce to the cosmic menstrual flow and the feminine awakening that is the evolutionary process of which we are a part. There is no more room for edicts or political propositions that wish to decimate the female form. The divine feminine is much grander than hysterectomies, mastectomies, abortions and miscarriages. We are the universal bearers of life. We stand between the doorways of life and death, holding the power of creation in the suppleness of our delectable form. We have always been fit for worship– our intuition has been steering this multi-dimensional chaos the entire time.
My fellow goddesses, it is an honor to be a part of you. It is an honor to reflect you. I celebrate your flow and stand in awe of your strength. During your menstrual time this retrograde, let us share in the flow of the unseen, connect our hearts and activate change.
The fractal Universe is reflecting upon you, moving through you during this sacred time. May you heal your hurts, conjure your desires, and birth a healthy future.
In her case studies as an interfaith minister, her time as a spiritual counselor was spent reading journal entries of clients. “My clients are strong. Their pain, triumphs and losses were great lessons that touched me deeply and could inspire others.” As a published author and well-known contributor to editorials such as Elephant Journal and Rebelle Society, Anjana reaches many with her words. She has written over 300 inspirational articles through her own blog, The Anjana Network.
It was in her introspective time journaling, that she discovered her life’s work in Soul Travel Journal. “I have volumes of unfinished journals that I call ‘journals to nowhere.’ When I started looking deeper within the profound experiences of my life, I had the urge to write about them. I found my voice and created a clearer path for my endeavors.”
Anjana hopes to assist other writers, artists, and the unheard discover their voice. ”I can see The Soul Travel Journal being a tremendous support to recovery work, wellness, motherhood, and ultimately discovering why you are here on this planet, in this moment. I want to take this to the non-profit sector. Everyone’s story is important and needs to be told.”
Soul Travel Journal will be offered as a six week creative journaling course that will begin with the participants discovering a vision. By the end of the six weeks, the participants will have a clearer perspective on how to move forward in their life, discover a new passion or heal the limiting pain of the past.
About Soul Travel Journal Six Week Series:
Writing is the art of immortality. It is one of the most liberating healing tools of the human age. Journaling is a treasure hunt in the foreign lands within. Visioning is your access to the creative realm. As you embark on the Soul Travel journey with Anjana Love Dixon, you will discover that the winding path of your life holds unspeakably beautiful lessons. When there is union with unfettered self-expression and vision, you discover your authentic voice.
Whether it is an emotional breakthrough or a book that is within you, the course series will provide the support, insight and guidance you need to make it happen.
April 3- May 8 2014, 6:00-8:00PM
Shanti Yoga Haven
12 Forest Ct. Knoxville, TN 37919
$115 (Early Bird: Before March 15)
$125 (Regular Price)
**Registration ends March 31**
Registration is available online via Paypal or in person at
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4481 Kingston Pike
Knoxville, TN 37919
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