My hope affirms that good constantly abounds; it allows me to breathe freely. It melts my doubts as morning melts my night. I feel my voice joining with the choir of life, singing its affirmations to the Universe. My needs are now being met, just as always they have been. My trust, flowing from the faith-fountains in my heart, reminds me that I am always heard and am never alone.
Quantum discoveries have proven that we can create a reality by the simple act of observation. Jesus, Buddha, Lao Tzu, and Rumi taught this centuries ago and now it is science. Because this is such an
A quartz crystal hanging in a window, welcomes invisible light then paints its colors on the far wall; each crystal is different, unique, and so will be its colors. As crystals— sacred and also unique
Is it possible that we are spiritual masters, yet pretending not to be because that would mean we are perfect just as we are? But if we are not the masters of our lives, how do we explain our miracle