 Believe in the whispers of your heart. They are your compass to the spiral path inward to home. I take your hand in mine. Where are we going? Let's live in the moment and not direct it. Deeper and deeper, I dive into your heart as we return to One. I am finally home. This is where I belong within your heart. ©2025
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 For eons, we have lived and experienced every type of pain of separation. But in truth, as my cat told me many years ago, "there is no separation!" We are all connected organically and vibrationally, moving towards evolution and raising our vibrations at our own pace. This journey is not a race but an allowing and unfolding. As the flower leans toward the sun, Our souls lean toward love. It nourishes us and holds us tenderly on our journey home.  Time and space converge in the present moment. When we gather by the fire, the true essence of our existence is all right now. Our perceived past lives are merely attempts to order our understanding of experience. In the new world, we are creating a higher vibration of Love. We are moving swiftly with the Earth to a higher perspective. In understanding the alchemy of Magic, we draw back the old convoluted complexities, allowing them to fall away and revealing simple blends to learn. We come from an experience of weaving.  Today is March 30,2025. I am listening to the Moody Blues The Lost Chord . I was transported in time to many years ago. I am lost in a forest of psychedelic, flower words that tower over me. Their heads bobbing in the soft, sweet, warm breeze. Paisley skies swirl above me, and my past experiences float past in iridescent transparent bubbles. I can reach out, touch any bubble I focus on, and step into that experience as I watch the scene unfold. I created this world. Like Alice in Wonderland, I have fallen into the rabbit hole of my mind. My imagination is a playground of creativity. If I can imagine it, then it will become real. The results can be chaotic. I am an author. It is 1968 in Downtown Oakland, California. I lie on my twin bed with the pink chenille bedspread in the dark with my stereo playing a Moody Blues album, "In Search of the Lost Chord.” Psychedelic visions unfold in my mind to the beat of the music. My bed is nestled against the wall with an open window letting in the warm breeze of a summer's eve. I am grounded for the weekend. The other girls who live here are out for a Saturday night. Walking distance from Lake Merrit Park, many places are here to eat and shop. City living at its best. Only a short bus ride from our Oakland High School on Park Boulevard. Dude, I have finally arrived where I wanted to be. The past few years have been so extreme. Of horrors, nightmares, and bad trips, from being beaten by my stepmother and my Father to living on the streets in San Francisco, hitchhiking across states, just skipping down the highway following the wind wherever it led. Joining the hippie movement, I joined strangers hooking up as we traveled the road together for a while. I have never felt so free other than when I was flying. Now, I am safe within the walls of my head, flying high. Peace man! Spare change? Strolling through the financial district of San Francisco. The 105 lb skinny bell bottom jeans hippie girl asked. The man would reach into his pocket and pour all his loose change into her hands. Then handing him a flower and saying, "Thanks, man." My name is Crystal Star! I am 16 years old. We are living in a time of change. We are going to change the world, man. One idea at a time. Riding the psychedelic waves within our souls are all connected! The sidewalk is breathing like marshmallow pillow stepping stones.The world is alive and trees are breathing and reaching out to me! Open your eyes man, see with your heart! We have arrived!!! We are carrying the seeds of a renewed world. Wake up man! We’re here!  Helen put her colorful spring coat on with a pattern of flowers splashed on it, including tulips, daffodils, and Iris. She felt like a spring bouquet. When she wore it. Picking out pink walking shoes and a purse to match, she brushed her long white hair back into a bun and secured it. Looking outside her front window, she saw trees swaying to and fro, "hmm, this pink silk scarf will help to keep me warm," she said as she wrapped it around her neck. Helen took her keys in hand and walked out the front door, locking it, and went to the elevator. Once inside, she saw her friend Sally.
"Hi, going out for a walk today around the lake." " Oh lovely, next time give me a call. I'd love to go with you." The elevator door opened into the lobby of St. Paul Towers retirement home. The lobby had a dark maroon carpet and antique velvet chairs in dark forest green, which balanced out the room perfectly. In the center was a large marble table with fresh flowers. " Going out?" a voice from behind the front desk called out. "Yes, for a walk and maybe shopping. Be back by dinner." The front glass door opened, and the doorman tipped his hat to her. "Good morning, Mrs Maher. It's a lovely day for a walk." "Yes, it is just lovely." Across the street, Lake Merritt's water was a deep blue, and white ducks were swimming in it. It was picture-perfect. Walking along the sidewalk by the lake, Helen saw that the trees were filled with blossoms and swayed when a breeze brushed the branches gently. She walked to the cafe on the water and sat inside. Slipping her lace gloves off, ordering tea and a blueberry scone. Memories floated by of sitting here as a young newlywed with her dashing husband sitting across from her, listening to every word. Taking a deep breath, she brushed the thoughts away with a strand of hair that had gotten loose. That was so long ago. A past chapter in her life. An elderly man with white hair, dressed in a pinstripe grey suit with a small red orchid on the lapel, approached her and smiled. "Can I take this as a positive sign?" "You can. Please join me." "As life moves on and many of us our age pass on, our circle becomes smaller and lonelier. Due diligence is needed to keep our lives full of zest and fun. Do you agree?" "I do," Helen said shyly, looking downward. As her eyes moved upward again, they met Henry's. He reached out and held her hand softly. “This is a beautiful morning, my dear, beautiful indeed. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife? I have an estate here in Berkeley Hills, close to the Claremont Hotel. We could live there comfortably or sell it and live wherever you choose." "Yes, Henry! Oh, yes!" A new chapter had begun.  On a hot summer Sunday afternoon in the Panhandle of Golden Gate Park, music floats through the air with warm, sweet breezes of grass, smoke clouds floating overhead, and a sea of psychedelic shirts. Danny was shirtless, and Barefoot dancing on the grass to the rhythm of the music, twirling and swirling. Surrounded by hundreds of people blowing bubbles, smoking pot, and drinking wine. Love and food were abundant that summer Sunday afternoon. Police were there too, but kept their distance and stood at the edges of the group. As long as it was a peaceful Gathering, they didn't care. Country Joe and the Fish sang the "Vietnam Song," a powerful anti-war anthem that resonated with the crowd, while Jefferson Airplane, with Grace Slick's haunting vocals, performed "White Rabbit," a psychedelic rock classic that perfectly captured the spirit of the Summer of Love. Everyone shared food and drink; strangers felt like loving brothers and sisters. It felt safe. Danny was a runaway from New York. He hitchhiked a ride with a band on a Volkswagen bus cross country to San Francisco. The summer of love and peace was in full bloom. Peace man, a young girl put a string of beads over Danny's head and a daisy flower crown on his long brown hair. They kissed deeply, and then she danced off into the crowd. Danny thought, "I knew this would be great." Danny fit right in with all the other young hippies. Tall and skinny with blue jeans, sandals, hippie beads, and long brown hair. That description would fit many people in the San Francisco Bay area at the time. But Danny had scars across his back where his Father had beaten him for not cutting his hair. "Damn, girly looking son of Bitch. You Cut that hair and be a man." That's what Danny told his new friends as they passed a joint. "Hey man, I need a place to crash tonight. Does anyone know where I can crash?" A girl walked over and mentioned, "We are crashing at John's pad tonight. You are welcome to join us. You will have floor space and a blanket." "Cool, okay. Thanks, man! Let me know when you are leaving." As the sun set and the crowd thinned, cool air off the Bay came through the park, bringing fog. A chill was in the air, and people started walking away. Danny joined his new friends, following along to The Haight, and an old building with many stairs. He followed all the way to the top floor. The staircase smelled of urine. Opening the door, he found other people sitting on the floor and singing along with a man playing guitar. Smells of garlic bread and spaghetti rolled through the living room from the kitchen. Danny's stomach growled loudly. The apartment was small and dirty, with worn carpet and furniture. But for tonight, it was home.  Hanna yawned and went to take a shower before bed. Peter stepped into the shower with her as the steam rose above the shower stall. So did their passions as they caressed each other and washed the day's dust from their bodies. It felt good to have Peter by her side. They were true companions looking out for each other. As their passion increased, the water started to get cold, invigorating their love to a higher level. Quickly turning the water off, they dried each other briskly and walked towel-clad back into their bedroom. Doors closed, and towels dropped to the floor.
Hanna fell back onto the soft bed sheets, which gently caressed her body. Peter's hard, chiseled body molded into Hanna's smooth skin. His wet kisses traced a curved line down her body as Hanna's back arched to meet his touch. "You are the best, yes, the best lover ever." Hanna's words rolled off her tongue as their bodies moved in rhythm together. Their skin was sensitive to every touch. Like electricity, their sweat-covered bodies sparked between them. Slowly, they both arrived at a plateau of ecstasy where they were one mind, body, and spirit. Hanna bit Peter on his shoulder, which drove him deeper into her. She gasped and met his thrust again and again. They relaxed in a puddle upon the sheets, and lay there, slowly separating their entwinement. Hanna's body quivered with Peter's and they rolled apart to get comfortable under the soft sheets. Peter hoarsely whispered, "Are you cold?" Hanna shivered and spoke tenderly, "No, I am shaking with pleasure, silly." Peter smiled and held her close. The heat from his body and a sheet kept them warm through the night.  Journal
Echo read the question from her spiritual counselor. What is the most memorable gift you've ever received? A fur coat this last New Year's Eve . I have never had a fur coat before. This was a full-length white fox coat with satin lining. It was so soft and warm. My boyfriend Brad gave it to me to wear to the Exotic Erotic Ball concert. He is a blues singer and wanted to surprise me. Getting picked up in an all-white stretch limo was also exciting for me. I felt like a queen wearing a fur coat and being driven to the concert in the limo. I have never been pampered so much in one night. When we got to the concert, security escorted me backstage to watch the show. I had a special laminate tag. It read, "The Too Much Fun Club." Seeing him sing on stage was surreal—like living the dream! I got to see other performers that night, too. I felt like I was special and part of the in-crowd—like in High School x 10. My friend Sherri came with me to watch the concert from backstage. While we were enjoying the show, I wondered if "All that glitters is Gold." My boyfriend was on stage and needed to be the center of attention. I was his girlfriend. A pretty woman in a fur coat on his arm. But not me, just me. His chauffeur Dan held my arm when I needed his support, and he held my purse and fur coat and heels when I took them off. He actually saw me and asked me out on a date. I decided to return the fur coat and let the Blues Singer go. That night, I learned, "All that glitters is not Gold." The chauffeur Dan who asked me out saw me for me. He is worth his weight in gold. Who needs a fur coat?  Dancing
Music flows through me I feel every vibration within my being It transports me to another dimension As I move, I become one with it what fun and adventure awaits At this moment, with this music Thank you for the dance 2002 copyright  The spiral within me My new perspective of myself Complete in myself is the wealth Of all above and below My purpose is to show For all who desire to see How to be eternally the spiral within me 2022 |
The AuthorI am Mary Christine, My spiritual journey has led me here kicking and screaming most of the way to this present moment. I desire to be the change in the world I want to see. I am walking away from the old paradigm and stepping through the gateway of my heart into the New. I am not sure where this is going but I trust the alignment with my soul to get me there. Every Step of my journey has led me to this jump off point. I embrace all of it. I choose to jump into this new world with an open heart filled with love. Follow my journey, if you choose. From My Heart to Yours! Archives
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