A Poem by an unknown author

Many spiritual seekers, having explored the far reaches of the globe’s religious and spiritual offerings, are returning to the religious faiths of their youth.

The elder who recently passed mentioned last year that the time for talking about the prophecies has ended because we are living those prophecies now.

Sick and dehydrated I prayed to a God I had not talked to in over forty years. I was in the village of Concepcion Chiquirichapa located four hours from Guatemala City in the western highlands of Guatemala.

Louise L. Hay is a metaphysical teacher and the bestselling author of 27 books, including You Can Heal Your Life, Empowering Women, and Letters to Louise...

Free of birth or destruction, of time or space, of form or condition, is the Void. From the eternal Void, Gaia danced forth and rolled Herself into a spinning ball. She molded mountains along Her spine, valleys in the hollows of Her flesh...

Like many young girls fourteen-years-old, Cory Lester adores horses. She started saving up her pennies and dimes for one when she was four, and two years ago bought a bay thoroughbred cross named Rosie, competing with her in dressage and quadrille shows.

This is kind of a long-ish story, but worth reading. It's about how the town of Gander (pop.10,400) in Newfoundland took care of the almost 10,000 passengers stranded after the attacks. It was written by a flight attendant on a Delta Flight.

It is understandable that we Americans feel an almost reflexive need for unanimity in trying times like these...

We live in a time of extraordinary opportunity, poised on the edge of events that may literally reshape the world and the world mind.

A 63-year-old man, seemingly in vibrant health, was struck one morning by a massive stroke. He had been a writer and a public speaker, and in the aftermath of his stroke, he found that searching for the right words was like rambling around a large closet looking for a sweater tossed in the corner.

I boarded a Red Cross bus on the afternoon of September 11 as part of an emergency assistance team from my medical college in Westchester County, New York, 35 miles north of where the buildings of the World Trade Center had stood a few hours before.

The experience of walking is primordial. All land-based creatures, great and small, do it. Humans have been relying on this primary activity of daily life for as long as we have been around.

The holiday season will be upon us soon. This has traditionally been a time of family gathering and celebration as we extend ourselves to others in love and generosity.

Little did I know when I started writing this article in July, that the topic of loss and the profound tragedy of sudden loss would be so powerfully relevant after the events of September 11th...

Poems from Various Authors about Prayers For Peace.

Vision. A poem by Douglas Worth.

Fellow countrymen: No one can deny that terrorism is today a dangerous and ethically indefensible phenomenon, which should be eradicated regardless of its deep origins, the economic and political factors that brought it to life and those responsible for it...

As fate would have it, I was leaving New York on a jet flight that took off 45 minutes before the unthinkable happened. By the time we landed in Detroit, chaos had broken out.

Nearly two days after the horrific suicide attacks on civilian workers in New York and Washington, it has become painfully clear that most Americans simply don't get it.

On Tuesday, September 11, 2001, a group of Ashland friends met with Jean Houston to just be together and voice some thoughts about the happenings of the day.

As many analysts have noted, on September 11 the United States truly became a member of the global community. The emerging planetary village could no longer afford the isolation of the US.

While browsing in a bookstore on my most recent visit to Glastonbury, England I was drawn to a small book called Working with Angels, Fairies and Nature Spirits. I know it is possible to have a conscious, reciprocal relationship with nature so I bought a copy.

Once again, for the fourth year, I attended Grandfather William Commanda’s spiritual gathering this August in Maniwaki, Quebec.