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LOVE SEX DEATH, a collection of short stories by Howard Evans available from Amazon or direct from the author. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Love-Sex-Death/dp/1916201229

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#STILL #stillness #treasureseeker #shamanism #stil #STILL #stillness #treasureseeker #shamanism #stillnessworker #stillHowardEvans #thestoryofrose #secretgarden #hiddenlibrary #legominism #lightworker

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I remembered the words that were written on the la I remembered the words that were written on the last section of the journey down. ‘Don’t worry. Let your fears come to the surface. Become aware of your body’s wish to run. Feel the way in which your muscles engage, the way your attention streams away, searching for safety in familiar faces, familiar places. Feel the wish to go back to them, to abandon this duty. Notice the fear that you might never see them again, that this will be the ultimate sacrifice. Carefully, softly, draw your attention back, away from those thoughts and images, to the sense of your body sitting here. Become aware of the forces running through you, sensations of heat or cold, a sense of pressure on your muscles, the pulse of your blood, the winding and unwinding of your heart, the blood shimmying through your arteries and veins. Let your attention rest softly on your breathing, simply observing the way your body is breathed, inhaling, exhaling, without any effort. ‘With that same softness let your attention seek a spacious place within, a place between bones and muscles, between muscle and muscle, a place where fluids flow, where heat flows, a place where awareness and attention can flow. Allow that spaciousness to expand, beyond the boundary of your body, now aware that you are more space than matter and that your space connects with all space. You are not alone.’

I remembered the words that were written on the last section of the journey down. ‘Don’t worry. Let your fears come to the surface. Become aware of your body’s wish to run. Feel the way in which your muscles engage, the way your attention streams away, searching for safety in familiar faces, familiar places. Feel the wish to go back to them, to abandon this duty. Notice the fear that you might never see them again, that this will be the ultimate sacrifice. Carefully, softly, draw your attention back, away from those thoughts and images, to the sense of your body sitting here. Become aware of the forces running through you, sensations of heat or cold, a sense of pressure on your muscles, the pulse of your blood, the winding and unwinding of your heart, the blood shimmying through your arteries and veins. Let your attention rest softly on your breathing, simply observing the way your body is breathed, inhaling, exhaling, without any effort. ‘With that same softness let your attention seek a spacious place within, a place between bones and muscles, between muscle and muscle, a place where fluids flow, where heat flows, a place where awareness and attention can flow. Allow that spaciousness to expand, beyond the boundary of your body, now aware that you are more space than matter and that your space connects with all space. You are not alone.’ ...

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