with Trudi Lee Richards Show Notes – Episode #1: A Back Door to Transcendence How I got myself into this… I’ve always been a ham, always loved to read my poems and stories aloud to as many spellbound
Bajar la novela…. La novela nos cuenta la trepidante aventura que viven dos adolescentes a través de los 5 continentes, tratando de preservar las Cuatro Disciplinas de Acceso a lo Sagrado. Estas Disciplinas facilitan el Despertar y la conexión con
Artwork by Arabella Luna Friedland Poetry by Trudi Lee Richards Translation by Fernando Aranguiz Reprinted with permission from Global Poemic It struck one day out of the blue, cropping up all at once in random spots all across the
Listen: Song of Peace This song is a mid-Pandemic creation, composed and performed entirely virtually by Portland’s IRC Band, whose members, Rick Brodner, Rory Cowal, Brett Hackett, and Trudi Lee Richards look forward to one day meeting and making music
Photo by Zadvinskiy courtesy of CanStockPhoto.com “If you believe your life will end with death, nothing you think, feel, or do has any meaning. Everything will end with incoherence and disintegration. If you believe your life does not end with death,
A new autobiographical novel by S.S. Brooke, pioneering poet-cartographer specializing in inter-subjective internal landscape exploration and design. View or download the pdf.
Biography of Silo by Trudi Lee Richards Biografía de Silo por Trudi Lee Richards
From that Distant Place When something resonates in my inner depthswhere in those depths is that happening?When you approach and whisper in my earwhere are you coming from? Sometimes on calm autumn eveningswalking among the ochre pathwaysdrawn by
Lost Technologies I remember the Telephone.There was only onein our house,a shiny black plastic contraptionenthroned on a little table in the living room. Everyone was at its beck and callsince it was attachedby a wire to the walland was thereforethe very oppositeof mobile.
Listen to audio….Blessings I know all too wellthat living often seemsto bring nothingbut grief. Neverthelesson this extraordinary dayI give thanks,and thanks, and more thanks because somehowfor no reason at allI have suddenly been filled with Light. Lightfrom who knows whereor how –all I