Thank you to all who gathered today for the launch of 'The Home Front’ our new livestream/podcast.*
Podcast description (for now):
This livestream-podcast is for the ones remembering-- who we are, and what we came here to do. We are healing, sharing our gifts, and architecting the new earth together. We are the world builders- the ones who hold the frequency of home and of truth. We know we belong here. And we know you do too. So, see you at home?
*Previously named ‘This Must Be The Place’
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Evolving out of The Natural Healing Radio Hour, these new gatherings expand the definition of healing to include anything created by someone real—someone living authentically, from their heart.
The field/resonance/frequency of love and truth is our natural vibration. It’s what’s left when we drop the performance of our ego—of the one who wants to belong—to be lovable and worthy, safe and good in the eyes of others.
This podcast is for those of us done with all of that.
And that’s all of us, in the end.
So everyone is welcome.
All we ask?
Leave your mask at the door.
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Topics:
* Everyone is a healer when in aligned authenticity.
* We are all healing, all returning to wholeness—inside ourselves, with one another, with all beings, with oneness.
* My specific medicine is not believing anyone’s fear and gnowing everyone is good, brilliant, and lovable. And showing this to you directly.
* A listing of the basic fears we all have and how they aren’t true.
* A meditation/exploration into the body and oneness, and a visualization of our unified, peaceful, beautiful world.
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Here are a couple of stanzas from This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody) by Talking Heads,. If I have an anthem, this song is it. I’d love it to play at the beginning of the podcast.
As David Byrne sings—’There was a time, my friends, before we were born..’
That is, we gnew (as in gnosis) we would return to this place.
The place? Our bodies. Our land. One another. The frequency of truth and love. And oneness. Source. This.
…God, if you like.
—Home, is where I want to beBut I guess I'm already thereI come home, she lifted up her wingsI guess that this must be the placeI can't tell one from the otherI find you, or you find me?There was a time before we were bornIf someone asks, this is where I'll be, where I'll be—
This is where I’ll be, tending the hearth for us.
Your friendly neighborhood fire keeper, signing off…
oxo,
M.
