I dreamt of great pyramids last night. These were not your ordinary granite block pyramids, like the ones found in Egypt, but were built with perfectly cut cubes of pink, white and flecked crystal salt. They were spectacular. I was traveling with a group of...
Category: Spiritual
You are unborn, undying and don’t own a bloody thing
posted by: Paul Rodney Turner
October 24, 2012
For the soul there is never birth nor death. Nor, having once been, does he ever cease to be. He is unborn, eternal, ever-existing, undying and primeval. He is not slain when the body is slain.[1] Nothing can kill the soul. In fact, according to...
Ever since learning about Alex Grey’s magical art and his appreciation for Damanhur I became obsessed with the idea of one day visiting. Well, on my recent tour of Europe I got to do just that. It was only for the day, but it was...
Past Lives – Impressions of the past
posted by: Paul Rodney Turner
October 1, 2012
Today I underwent a past life regression. It was something I had always wanted to do, but never felt comfortable doing. I mean, who wants to dig up ugly past lives? But then again, maybe there are some lives that we can be proud of?...
Unconditional Love – New Moon (POEM)
posted by: Paul Rodney Turner
June 21, 2012
Winter Solstice, Stonehenge, England. The new moon is dawning — evoking a new love, as the angels look down from their heavens above. It is a time for renewal — a time to grow, a time to sow seeds — and a time to glow....
a Vyasapuja offering Srila Tamal Krishna Goswami (1946-2002) A Lion Warrior — within Chaitanya’s school, You stood strong and espoused the Goldren Rule, That one and all — should chant the Holy Name, and thus you increased the glory and fame… Of the Golden Avatar...
2012 Venus transit of the SUN I adore the sand beneath my feet, as winds caress on this sunny Broadbeach, escorting sounds — of Mother Nature divine, and my mind emerges from all things swine. The waves crash — upon the ocean floor, as my...
The Song of the Food Yogi (POEM)
posted by: Paul Rodney Turner
April 17, 2012
As the soft blue water folds beneath my feet, I contemplate my good fortune and beg not to repeat, The failures of the past in a journey so long, There’s just too much to tell in this very short song. Holding my hands high, I...
Jim Young – The Lion Cub (POEM)
posted by: Paul Rodney Turner
March 24, 2012
(Alan “Jim” Young) aka Nrsimhadeva Das The lion cub, he cuddled, and lived a song, of immense compassion — when things went wrong. Ready to pounce and hug you tight, and hear the dramas of your sorry plight. I remember fondly in 1984, when I...
The Golden Avatar, Chaitanya Mahaprabhu What is that Name — the One of infinite fame? A name that inexplicably — always remains the same. Throughout our sojourn — of lives untold, For millions of births — our soul was sold. As we happily ignored, the...