In Puerto Vallarta, the streets often speak louder than words. A weeping clown on the Centro Bus, a homeless woman on the street. In their eyes, I saw pieces of myself. EZ
Painted Joy, Private GriefI was born with a painted-on grin—a trickster’s mask, stretched wide and thin.Red nose, big...
"There are two types of healing. The most common is the partial healing or temporary healing and there is the complete healing, definitive healing also called salvation.
The partial healing adresses the symptoms of sickness, but not the cause.
Western medicine finds all kind of environmental or biological reasons for sicknesses....
by Karyl Littlechild, aka Kay Nash The fray is dying down in our town, tourists and friends flying home or to new adventures. It has been a whirlwind of activities, just to name a few: events, music, bands, celebrations, festivals, food, cocktails, beach time, sailing, hiking, zip lines, dancing,...
In a world frayed by loss and longing, art is how we rise. This week's poem is a call to remember: creation is resistance, and beauty is survival. EZ
This is precisely the time when artists go to work. There is no time for despair…That is how civilizations heal. –...
The Vallarta Garden Club is making exciting changes around Puerto Vallarta, starting with a fresh new look for the town's planters. The Club currently maintains over 500 planters across the city, and many are in need of repairs, and all of them require a fresh coat of paint. After...
This is from my fellow ACIM international student and teacher, Jonathan Moss. S.B.
Here are some more of my channelings. This time, a real enigma: Mary Magdalene. What was she really like? What follows is a description of her from my Guides, The 144, and then Mary jumped in and...
This is from Sean, my ACIM friend and I call him a teacher to the teachers. This post puts me in the mind of Walt Whitman: “Do I repeat myself? Very well then I repeat myself.”
Finding the God hidden in the "now of all times"
A few years ago, my ACIM...
“Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine—when you gonna let me get sober?”I wasn’t looking for a problem.I was looking for a pinot.It started sweet—a little flirt with fermentation.A clink, a smile.A casual affair with Cabernet,a tender tango with Tempranillo.Maybe it started with Twisted Palms—Wind Down Wednesday in Vallarta.One...
What a breathtaking March! The pace accelerated, and the planetary energies continued their jitterbug! Cosmic influences were certainly fierce at times, and none of us were left unscathed.
No bones about it! The Universe was and is still clamoring - time to claim your sovereignty! RIP victimhood!
This is the ongoing command during this April. Another...
by Diana Frances As I pack to head back from Puerto Vallarta to Toronto and take my final dose of antibiotics from last week's food poisoning, I had a deep thought: We are living in a time where we are purposely and consciously being injected with poison.
The poison is...
