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While having an Esoteric Breast Massage (EBM), it dawned on me in the middle of the session, – that this healing modality might not be considered by some as normal!
I lay there imagining what someone might think if they burst in on my session. Considering our modern day society, I feel many of us would agree that a woman massaging another woman’s breast tissue – even performed gently with no sexual connotations –may not be considered as ‘normal’. And so, because the outcome of every single Esoteric Breast Massage I have ever had has always been exquisitely supportive and has felt like I was giving myself the gift of clarity and wisdom, a truly self-loving experience in many ways, I began to ponder on what actually is ‘normal’. Continue reading
Recently, as part of her long-running harassment campaign, cyber-troll Esther Rockett likened Universal Medicine to Scientology.
She even went so far as to say she thought Universal Medicine was even ‘more dangerous’ than the Church of Scientology.
This would not be the first time that Esther Rockett had unconvincingly tried to tether Universal Medicine to a completely unrelated group or organisation. As usual, her nonsensical ‘parallels’ continue to be just that. But in the case of her Universal Medicine / Scientology claims, it seems she has completely shot herself in the foot… again. Continue reading
I love Music and singing. For me they are as essential and as natural as breathing.
As with breathing, the quality of my music, and the quality of my relationship with Music, has been subject to constant change and evolution.
As a child I would often sing and hum quietly to myself simply as a form of gentle expression when I was feeling content. This was a perfectly natural and uninhibited thing for me to accompany any playful activity in which I was engaged.
I merely sang with my own, unaffected, innate voice. It was simply a part of who I was and I never questioned it.
I wasn’t that hot at English at school, neither did I like writing, though that’s changed now. It’s not so much English or writing I felt to write about, but words, and how I have absolutely fallen in love with the playfulness, truth and power of words. Not in the intellectual sense of being a ‘know it all,’ or being able to recite or show off with a vast vocabulary of words: if I played a game of Scrabble I wouldn’t win because I’d be too busy loving words, having fun, and making up a new game.
What I love about words is the connection that I have with them and what they bring.
Today I had a most profound moment on my way to work, one of those magical experiences that left such a clear marker in my body that I will never ever forget.
Today I walked with God.
To ‘inspire’ comes from Latin inspirare – ‘breathe or blow into’ from in – ‘into’ + spirare ‘breathe’. The word was originally used of a divine or supernatural being, in the sense of “impart a truth or idea to someone”. (Oxford dictionary)
However, what matters in true inspiration is whether a person allows themselves to truly feel and open to what has been received, and then what they choose to make of it.