Posts in Sacred Travel
Leslie Temple-Thurston: Awakened Spiritual Warrior, Mystic, Teacher of Teachers

In July 1994, one hundred women gathered in Santa Fe, New Mexico, for a conference titled "The Divine Mother Conference." Three women spiritual teachers led the conference, which took place over three days: Beth Hin, Sondray Ray, and Leslie Temple-Thurston. Leslie Temple-Thurston, a South African woman, living in the United States at the time, is an awakened mystic who was now sitting in public gatherings of meditation and teaching her spiritual psychological methods of transcending the separate ego, teachings she called "The Marriage of Spirit."

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Sacred Magic in Egypt: A Man By The River by Kathy Stanley

A Man by the River

We arrived in Egypt on a Lunar Eclipse at the beginning of Ramadan. Touted by the astrologers as the biggest astrological event of the year, the Harmonic Concordance, this powerful eclipse offered a rare alignment of planets that formed a Star of David in the sky. People all over the world celebrated and prayed for peace at this potent opportunity for transformation.

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Between the Paws of the Sphinx: A Solar Eclipse Story

The email invitation to go to Egypt for the solar eclipse in August 1999 hit me in the belly like a lightning bolt. It was one of those rare times in my life when I just knew I had to drop everything and, come hell or high water, follow that thread that pulled me forward from the future. I had to trust that I would be supported to go there.

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I Gave My Promise to the World and Have Faith in the Unfinished Project: Reflections from Charlottesville, VA

It was a crisp sunny autumn day, a bit breezy for sitting outside perhaps but the storied Lawn of the Grounds was the perfect place for the event. It started with a procession of dignitaries from all the top universities, Harvard, Oxford, and 100 others marching two by two in their full regalia of gowns of black red, blue and crimson.. hoods with silk and velvet sashes indicating their achievements, all PhD’s in every imaginable academic discipline.

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Windy Cliff Coda

The second morning on the island I woke before anyone else was up. I put on my bathing suit and headed out the door to the smell of sea salt air blowing across the canal. A yellowbird darted among the hibiscus in the front of the house. The road to Rum Point was quiet and in five minutes I was at the beach.

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Sacred TravelKathy Stanley