SARA TEASDALE

                               SARA TEASDALE              PULITZER PRIZE FOR POETRY 1918 BORN 1884 St. Louis, Missouri  DIED 1933 New York City suicide sleeping pills                             … Read more

PERSONAL CREED OF ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

THE PERSONAL CREED OF ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Make up your mind to be happy. Make the best of your circumstances. Don’t take yourself too seriously. You can’t please everybody. Be yourself. Do things you enjoy doing. Don’t borrow trouble. Avoid people who make you unhappy. Have many interests. Don’t spend your life brooding over sorrow … Read more

READING BETWEEN THE LIES

Because black people now have to exist within a culture that tries to invalidate their greatness, their ” God Essence,”we have to rewire and literally rewrite so much of our brains coding (history) so that we can see ourselves for who we truly are, and then move through the world the right way. If black … Read more

SECRET OF SPEEDING UP PSYCHIC ENERGY

There are so many ways you can speed up the accumulation of psychic energy. There are some substances that store it.Pine needles, particularly the short, new green shoots, will radiate this energy into your finger tips. Just touch the tip of each finger and thumb to the points of the needles and hold them in … Read more

LOVE

The primary lesson of life is to learn to love; waste no time and learn that lesson quickly. EILEEN CADDY We’re here to find that dimension within ourselves that is deeper than thought.     ECKHART TOLLE You live that you may learn to love. You love that you may learn to live. No other … Read more

Happiness

Happiness, not in another place. but this place . . .not for another hour, but for this hour.  Walt Whitman Happiness is neither virtue or pleasure, nor this thing nor that, but simply growth. W.B.Yeats “The Celtic Twilight” So many conditions are available; more than enough for you to be happy right now. You don’t … Read more

Poem: Invictus by William Ernest Henley

Invictus by William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me,       Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be       For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance       I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance       My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond … Read more