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Goals and True-Self Values

by Karem Barratt


(Excerpt from A Life by Design)


We all have values, morals, ethics, philosophies and life views. Many, if not most of them, are inherited from our families, our communities, our countries, our history, our religious paths, our education. So in many ways they are shared with a large group of people. But we also have deeper, more personal and ingrained pillars within our mind and soul; fundamental tenets that sustain the building of ourselves and inner truth and anything that goes against them, goes against us and can be the cause of our downfall.

What these true-self-values are vary from person to person. Some are general, some are specific to relationships, work, and life-styles. For example, one of my true-self-values is to refrain from or stop doing anything that makes me feel like a hypocrite. Another true-self-value is to respect and uphold the law, unless doing so stops me from doing something for a greater good (like maybe breaking down a door to get someone out of a fire).  A third one is to live a balanced, harmonious life. 

Perhaps you may be wondering why values are so important in the setting of a goal. The reason is simple: borrowed shoes. If you have ever worn borrowed shoes (especially stilettos), you know that even if they are the same size as your own shoes, they just don’t feel right, because the leather has moulded to the shape of their owner’s feet. Yes they may do the job for some time, but more often than not, you’ll be wanting to take them off as soon as possible and wear your own, comfy slippers. When you go against your true-self-values, you feel that same sense of discomfort, of wearing a skin that is not yours and you may end up creating a life-style that has nothing to do with who you are. And when there is that disconnection, between who you are and how you are living, there’s a part of us who gives up, and we can end up losing the life-style, or worse, our true selves.

Take some time to think about your true-self-values and use them as a filter to see how appropriate a particular goal may be for you. To get you started, I invite you to write down the first self-true-values that come to mind. Try to write them in a positive form, not what you should not do, but what you belief that, by doing, give you an inner compass to a more genuine and better life, in accordance with who you are and the life you want to live. 

Remember, these values are just a draft to get you thinking about your real self, the self beyond conditioning and other people’s expectations. Also remember that they are not set in stone; they may change as you develop and grow. Refrain from becoming too “holier than thou.” If one of your values is only to get the best that you can have, don’t strike it out because it may sound vain. We all deserve the best, in my opinion. And at the end of the day, no one has to know about your true-self-values. They are a life compass for you, and you alone. 

(You can buy A Life by Design at Amazon and Amazon UK)







The Power of Death

by Karem Barratt



Being an Intefaith Minister and Celebrant, means, amid other things, that I usually have to deal with death and its meaning for our lives. Death is intertwined with our human experience and by being so, it brings us together as a community, as a family, breaking away borders and differences. In Death we find our sameness, our understanding, compassion, empathy for our fellow human beings. In Death, every tear is shared, every desire for warmth and consolation becomes an international language. For those who have been visited by Death, no one needs to translate the sorrow, the anger, the sense of the world standing still and ourselves being pushed out of it, at least for some time. Yet, amid the darkness and despair, Death’s universality can be a gift that brings us together; that inspires us to serve each other, and stand by each other, and hold each other, in spite past stories and misunderstandings. When we communicate our experience about of Death, we learn that pain eventually subsides and gives way to a sweet nostalgia. And given the chance, Death can heal, like nothing else can, broken ties and sore relationships.

Our time with each other is limited, thus priceless. Death remind us that the best moment for that hug, that kiss, those words, is now. That we should never take our loved ones for granted and put them in the back burner of life. We should strive instead for an existence lived purposely and intensively, which includes working for harmonic relationships. Each shared moment is precious. And each time we forfeit the chance to bring peace, joy, comprehension and love to a relationship, we waste an opportunity which may never come again. 

We never lose those whom we love. Whatever our ideas of the afterlife may be, the truth for most people is that, as long as we are on this side of Death, is within us that we can commune with our dear ones. They are with us in many different ways: in our memories, in our emotions, in our genes, in their actions and the actions we carry out in their name. They are in the lessons they gave us, through word or example. They are in the power of our imagination, where we can walk hand in hand with them and listen to their counsel. They are in every happy moment we have, in which we lovingly bring them to mind for a few seconds. They are in the changes they inspire in us.  And they are in our love, in that space in our heart where we keep everything that is beautiful and sacred. And so Death makes us home for Love, garden and paradise for our loved ones and living vessel for the essence of those who, in us, live forever.

Five Ways to Use Affirmations

by Karem Barratt




When it comes to affirmations, people are sometimes unsure on how to work with them. Here are five suggestion to use, enhance and empower your affirmations.

1) Classical method: say them out loud first thing in the morning and before going to bed (1-3 times)

Post them in the bathroom mirror and say them slowly and intensely while looking  at your eyes.

Say them/think/read them through the day.


2) Mantra style. Breathe in deeply a few time. to Close eyes and repeat them constantly from 5 to 15 minutes or more.


3) Write it down. Have a special notebook and write the affirmation three times each day for at least 21 days.


4) Visualization: imagine the situation related to the affirmation. If you cannot "see" tell yourself mentally the story: I am working successfully in this project. I solve all problems easily. I receive praise for my work. The outcome of this project is this and I achieve it in this way. Then say the affirmation one or several times (experiment with intonation, evoke feelings).


5) Meditation: Imagine a beach. See the full affirmation written on the sand. The water washes it away (remember water represents emotions and the subconscious mind). Now see the first word on the sand. The water washes it away. See the second word. The water washes it away. And so on. Know that each time the water takes the word away it is integrating it in your subconscious mind. Once you have seen the last word. See the full sentence one more time. Breathe in deeply and open your eyes. If you are not visual, tell yourself the story. If you are more sensorial ask yourself what can you smell, touch, hear and feel before seeing or telling yourself the meditation.

The Four Charms Episode 2

by Karem Barratt


Princess Rebecca found herself utterly alone in the great palace hall. The wind swelled the curtains and made them look like fat red ghosts. Rebecca breathed rapidly, her knees trembling. For a moment the princess thought she would fall to the floor and start crying. She wanted her Mum to hug her; her Dad to tell her that everything would be fine; her friends to huddle over her and say it was all a mistake. The girl felt hot tears building in her eyes and hastily brushed them way. No, Rebecca decided, she would not cry, not now, and gathering her skirt, she ran out of the great hall, to the royal garden. There is one place where you are sure to find a frog, Princess Rebecca said to herself: in a cool, shady lily pond.

The lily pond had always been a forbidden area for Rebecca. Her parents had been very clear that she was not even to get close to the pond, as they feared she may fall into its deep waters. Hence, for much of her life, the place had been a shadowy spot in a corner, separated from the sunny garden by a tall wrought iron gate. Although Princess Rebecca had dutifully obeyed her parent’s command, she had been curious enough to notice where the gardener hung the key to the gate – right behind the flowing willow tree.

The gate groaned as she pushed, the bottom grazing the greenish dirt. The air was chilly and moist around the pond, the reeds standing like guards around it. Princess Rebecca searched, over fallen logs, behind red mushrooms, over lily pads, but she couldn’t see any frogs.

‘Hello?’ said the princess out loud. If this frog was a master of something and was to give her information, clearly it was some kind of magical, talking animal, reasoned Rebecca.

‘Er...hello? I’m Princess Rebecca... I’m looking for Grand Master #39...the Wicked Witch said I should talk to you ...’

‘She said you could give me some clues,’ continued Rebecca, ‘something to help me find the four charms...’

Rebecca felt a big lump on her throat.

‘Please sir, I truly need your help...I only have until sun set... please?

Princess Rebecca dropped on the grass. It was hopeless! The Witch was obviously playing with her! There was no Grand Master #39 or 40 or 102, just her and the pond and the funny looking tadpole that was wiggling like crazy on the top of the water. Then she heard it: a tiny voice coming from somewhere near the border of the pond. Rebecca pushed the reeds aside. Then she noticed the tadpole again, jumping in the air.

‘What’s that?’ the girl asked

The tadpole said something, but she could not understand. Rebecca lowered herself until her face was almost touching the water.

‘I’m Grand Master #39,’ said the tadpole. ‘How can I serve you, my child?’

Princess Rebecca winced.

‘You are Grand Master #39? You are meant to be a frog!’

‘I am a frog.’

‘No, you are a tadpole.’

‘I am a frog in the inside and soon I will be a frog on the outside.’

‘True, but, right now you are just a teeny little tadpole.’

‘I am little only on the outside. Inside, I am as a big as the universe.’

‘That’s impossible.’

‘Nothing is impossible, if you know how.’

‘How to what?’

‘How to do it, how to see it, how to change it and how to use it to your advantage.’

‘Very well Mr. Smarty pants...’

‘Grand Master #39, if you please.’

‘Fine, Grand Master # 39, how do I find the four charms?’

‘You find the key to the door that opens from the inside.’

‘And how do I find the key?’

‘You convince the Lucky Clover to help you.’

‘And how do I find the Lucky Clover?’

‘You walk down the Dangerous Path, which starts at the other side of the pond.’

‘Alright then, I better get going. Thank you for your help.’



‘Aren’t you going to ask me anything else?’

‘What else can I ask?’


‘Let’s see: to find the charms, I find the key, the clover, the path...’

‘The Dangerous Path.’

‘So, do I need weapons?’

‘You are a champion in a quest; you need the gear that is best for you.’

‘I’m not a champion. I’m only a kid.’

‘And I’m only a tadpole, and yet, I am a Grand Master and you are a Champion          on the...’

‘I know, I know: on the inside.’

The tadpole smiled.

‘Where do I find this gear?

‘Look about you.’

Princess Rebecca explored around the pond. At first all she could see were trees, bushes and reeds. Then she noticed a sword; and a knight’s armour. There were also shields, lances, arrows and bows hidden amid the vegetation. And, oddly enough, there was also a pair of silver ballerina slippers, glittering like diamonds on the top of a rock.

‘I’ll take the armour and the sword and the lance and maybe the bow and arrows too,’ Rebecca said excitedly.

‘Are you a warrior?’ asked Grand Master #39.


‘A swordswoman, a lancer, an archer?’

‘No, no and no - but you did say I was on a quest and that nothing was impossible if you knew how.’

‘Do you know how to use any of these things?’

‘No. Maybe you can teach me?’

‘Before sun set? You think?’

‘Oh, please! Are you truly going to tell me to use the slippers as my champion’s gear? They are just shoes! Is it because I’m a girl?’

‘No. It is because you are a dancer.’

Rebecca’s eyes widened.

‘How do you know that?’

‘What kind of Grand Master would I be if I didn’t find out things about the people around me?’

‘But, how can they help me find the charms?’

‘Nothing is impossible if you know how to use things in your favour, remember? Now, take them and go –your quest awaits.’

Princess Rebecca took the slippers and then stood still, looking at the tadpole.

‘What is it, my child?’ asked Grand Master #39.

‘What if I can’t do this? What if I can’t finish the Dangerous Path? What if I can’t complete my quest and my parents and friends stay as stones forever?’

‘Those are a lot of “ifs”. Ask yourself this: what if you can do it? What if you do finish the path and do save your friends and family? You don’t know what you can or cannot do until you do it. A wise man once said: the journey of 10,000 miles starts with a few steps. Put your shoes on, my child, and take those first steps. Now, go’

Rebecca smiled and put the slippers on her feet. She moved towards the other side of the pond and then stopped.

‘What happened to Grand Master #38?’ she asked.

‘She became a grown-up frog and sort of lost interest in the wisdom business,’ Grand Master #39 answered. ‘I hear she’s doing quite well, though, teaching yoga            to a few fat toads.’

Princess Rebecca smiled and walked away. The tadpole lingered a bit on the surface of the pond and then, with a short but graceful jump, dived back in, leaving a few watery rings behind. On the other side of the pond, dark clouds dangled on the sky. A second gate creaked as the princess pushed it with all her might and started her journey down the Dangerous Path.

The Dangerous Path didn’t look very dangerous – at least not in the beginning. It was a twisting, narrow, cobbled road, surrounded by prickly bushes and bare trees. Rebecca shivered. It had become quite cold and gray. The small spikes in the soles of her dancing shoes made a metallic, tinkering sound, like ants in boots marching to battle. The princess had never seen slippers with spikes before. They did not seem very ballerina-like, but she hoped Grand Master #39 knew what he was doing when he suggested wearing them. A sudden rush of air puffed-up her skirt. A clap of thunder roared over the princess’ head, as a lightning bolt hit one of the trees nearby and split it in two.

Rebecca hurried, trying to get away from the sharp rain drops falling over her like icy needles, but there was no place to escape to. The bushes along the road had become thick vines with jagged thorns gleaming like daggers. Another bolt struck the ground next to her, making her fall to her knees. The path had broken now into irregular slabs, floating here and there over thick, bubbling mud. The rain was blinding the princess with a curtain of water. Fresh lightning made another tree splinter into hundreds of pieces; the wind scattered chunks around, some of them striking Princess Rebecca’s back, arms and legs. Rebecca’s hands sank in the mud, as she crawled away from the punishing wind.

Something stuck to her hand, something slimy and formless, tugging her down to a bottomless pit, and Princess Rebecca realized that the mud was actually quicksand.  Rebecca sat back and used all her strength to unchain her arm. The princess dug her heels into the cobbled road and held on to a prickly vine, pulling, pulling, in spite of the pain and the blood, until she freed herself from the quicksand’s grasp. Rebecca braced herself, her head between her arms. There were drops running down her cheeks and she was unsure if she was crying or if it was just the rain pouring over her face.

Then she heard it. A booming, rolling growl, the sound a hungry beast would make as it was about to pounce on its prey. Princess Rebecca looked back slowly, very slowly, not really wanting to see what was there. Her mouth went dry; her heart skipped a beat. A huge, giant, colossal tornado was hovering at the gate, bending it in half, as it stabbed the land and made fountains out of the mud. For an instant, Rebecca did nothing. Then she felt the hot tingling of her wounded hand and scrambled to her feet. She had had enough of this, Rebecca decided – and then ran towards the tornado.

About eight meters into her race, Rebecca stopped and turned around. If she was going to this, she needed a run-up of sorts. The tornado seemed to grow by the minute, as it got nearer and nearer. Princess Rebecca breathed in deeply and closed her eyes, as she hummed to herself the melody she had been practising to with Mrs. Marshall, her dance teacher. She saw the dance studio in her mind: the smooth wooden floor, the tall mirrors. The music in her grew louder and louder as she sprinted back to the edge of the broken path. Her legs seemed to grow longer, her feet hardly touching the cobbles, her ears deaf to the howl of the tornado after her. She could do this. She may be just eleven; her body may not be strong enough or nimble enough, but she was a dancer, the best dancer in the whole wide world, here, in the inside, and she, Rebecca Louise Constanza, Princess of Tandara, would do this and she would do it now!

Rebecca jumped from the edge of the path to the first slate on the right, then the next one on the left, and then the following one, virtually flying over the treacherous quicksand. Her legs stretched out into a beautiful arch; her pointy toes guided her lithe body; her arms floated in the air, as the wispy wings of a butterfly, the spikes of her silvery slippers hanging on to every little nook and cranny over the slates. If there were monster tornadoes or piercing storms behind her, she no longer knew nor cared. All she could see were the slates, glowing with pearly light, showing her the way out. When her dancing shoes finally touched the soft grass and she heard the third gate close behind her, Rebecca knew that, for now, she was safe.


Inner Garden – A Practice to Foster Peace in Your Heart

by Karem Barratt



Note: remember, before visualising, take time to centre. You can do this by breathing deeply several times; becoming aware of the different parts of your body, from toes to head, doing a little yoga or chanting a mantra, such as Om or Awen for a few minutes. Ideally this would be a whole week activity but you can do it all in one go if you wish.


Imagine your heart as a weed-riddled garden in need of some serious TLC. The weeds represents all those resentments, hatreds, fears and any other limiting belief or attitude that is preventing your garden to flourish.

On Monday and Tuesday, take a few minutes to visualise yourself cleaning the garden from all the weed, rubbish, old furniture and broken ornaments. You can identify each weed or object with a specific memory, thought or feeling if you desire, or just “know” that they represent something that is no good for you and needs to be taken out of your heart.

On Wednesday and Thursday, visualise yourself in the now clean garden, preparing the soil and planting the seeds of what you really want to have in your heart of hearts, adding new garden furniture and embellishments. Again, you can give a specific meaning to each seed or ornament, or just “know” that they represent all the wonderful things your heart aches to express, inspire and feel. See yourself watering the dark, rich earth and saying motivating, beautiful words to the seedlings. See yourself creating a water feature of sorts, one that provides a reflecting, mirror-like surface.

On Friday and Saturday, visualise yourself in the now growing garden: shoots are coming out, little buds decorate tree branches and bushes, birds are moving in, butterflies are coming out of their cocoons. Take time to enjoy the feeling of seeing all these new life grow; to enjoy having the freedom to allow your heart to have all this beautiful feelings, beliefs and world-views that create so much harmony and beauty inside of you.

On Sunday, see yourself in the now flourishing garden. Enjoy the colours, the textures, the sounds, the perfumes. Inhale deeply and take in the immense peace and beauty around you. Truly, really feel it. Now find the water feature and see its surface. Reflected there is what your life can be like if you comeback to this inner garden to recharge, restore and rejuvenate. On those still waters, you can see yourself in your everyday activities, acting from peace and calmness and dealing with any inconvenience from serenity and inspiration. See it. Feel it. Hear yourself speaking, your voice reflecting your poise, your confidence. This is your inner sanctum. Enjoy it. Comeback any time you want. And as with any well cared garden, be vigilant for weeds, for anything that threatens the beauty of your heart-space and cast it out as soon as you see it.

Positivity, Words and Reality

by Karem Barratt




You may have heard before: your words create your world. I didn’t quite realise the power of words until I read the novel 1984. In the story, there was a government department dedicated to strike some words from the English language, such as freedom, democracy, individuality. The reason? The realisation that, without the word, the concept is gone. Think about it. How would you say you want to be free, if the word free or any of its synonyms didn’t exist? How do you explain it to somebody else? I guess eventually you would create a word or a series of them to describe the concept, but until then, the idea of personal freedom could very well disappear from people’s awareness. What if we did to ourselves what this fictional department does, but in an inverse manner? What if instead of banning positive words, we banned negative ones? Or at least only used their least intense versions?

One word I particularly dislike and which seems to be a favourite of news readers is “desperate.” Apparently, the British are desperate for everything: from solutions to economic problems to knowing who’ll win the Oscar for best actress. Yet, to my mind, desperation is associated with the last stage of a situation. Let’s try an experiment. You are waiting for an answer, your A-level results, for example. Now say: I am desperate to know if I passed. Good. Try again, this time saying: I am eager to know if I passed. Can you feel the difference? Eagerness connects us to positivity, since we are all usually eager for good things to happen. Desperation ties us to pessimism, since we tend to associate it with bad news. Unconsciously, our tone of voice, even our gestures and facial expressions change according to which sentence we use. And so do our emotions. Emotions are one of the strongest filters of reality. Even if they are sitting side by side, the boy who is desperate to know if he passed his A-levels is experiencing a completely different world than the girl who is eagerly awaiting the results.

It’s not the same to have a “stern” father as it is to have a “firm” father. The workplace changes a lot if instead of “enemies” you have “adversaries” or “competitors.” The way you react to bad news will be different if you express your feeling as “rage” instead of “annoyance.” A new project will look more promising if you are “greatly excited” than if you are just “interested.” The way you relate to a person can be more beneficial if you see her as “a knowledgeable academic, passionate about her subject” than if you see her as a “boring history professor who only talks about old stuff”. The more intense the positive words you use are, the more positivity they generate. So be enthusiastic and vehement as you discover thrilling and stimulating new ways to relish the fantastic and whimsical adventure that accomplishing a purpose can be.

Exercise: Think of a word that you use constantly and that has a negative connotation and write it down. Now find 1-3 more positive options for the word and write them down. Say out loud a sentence using the negative word and then repeat it, but this time using the more positive version. How does it feel? Did you notice any emotions when using the different words?

Note: this is an excerpt from a Life by Design. You can get the book in Amazon Kindle here:

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Temperance Mini-Meditation to Change Inner Vision and Find Inspiration

by Karem Barratt


(Card from the Mythic Tarot)

Note: for this meditation you need the Temperance card from a Tarot deck (you can use the image in this article)



Breathe in deeply three times.

Observe carefully the Temperance card.

Close your eyes.

Imagine the situation that is draining you of energy as clearly as possible. Now freeze it, as if it were a photo.

See this photo now in the landscape of the Temperance card. See the winged image pour some of her water over the photo. See how it bubbles and foams. The angel pours more water and cleans this scum. Now the photo shows the ideal situation you would like to see come to pass.

The angel now offers you some of the water for you to drink. As you do so, your whole body feels relaxed, cleanse, revitalized. You feel full of patience and energy, ready to tackle whatever life throws at you. Thank the angel and breathe in deeply, three times.

Now see yourself in the new image now showed on the photo. See and hear what you say, how you act, how others react and how the situation solves itself.


Open your eyes.

Healing Ceremony to Let Go

by  Karem Barratt

Be it from a mental or spiritual point of view, the ability to forgive and to let go of resentments and hate is fundamental for a healthy life. Letting go also includes eradicating limiting beliefs  or unhelpful habits that get in the way of our spiritual, mental and practical goals. I always associate holding to the negative things to carrying a cactus with a bare hand: a best it's uncomfortable, a worst is very painful and it never really makes sense.

Unfortunately, many people seem to see forgiveness either as a weakness and as relinquishing the right to seek justice, or something so powerful and difficult that only a form of deity can do it. But forgiving is actually empowering and liberating: it cuts the ties and influence that other people have on us. And only after forgiveness can there be true justice. Without forgiveness, what people tend to look for and exercise is revenge. As for forgiveness being something only "God does", we find over and over again in the different sacred texts and spiritual practices, that forgiveness is an act an individual or a community does to ensure peace and wellness. Master Jesus even says that in the measurement that you forgive you will be forgiven, something I interpret as in the measurement that you open yourself to compassion and humbleness, you open yourself to receive the same from life.

One way to forgive and release all those negatives thoughts, feelings and beliefs that weight us down is through rituals and healings ceremonies. There is something primeval about ceremonies that appeals to a part of us, and its symbolism seems to speak directly to our soul and unconscious mind. So today I'm offering a healing ceremony inspired in the Earth-based  spiritualties.

For this ceremony we are going to need time, commitment, paper, pencil, a shovel, some bird-friendly seeds and comfortable shoes.

The first thing you need to do is decide what you want to release: a resentment, a hatred, a limiting belief, and unhelpful habit or something alike. Write it down in a piece of paper. Now, take some time to find "the gift in the poison" or the lessons found in what you want to release. Believe me, there's always something beneficial in everything that happens, either because it makes you stronger, it inspire to act the opposite way, it tests your values and so forth. Write these "gifts" in a different piece of paper. Apparently, Nature is not too keen on vacuums, so take some time to decide what will you fill with that space left by the eradicated "something" once is no longer part of your life. If you want to let go of the negative influence a person has on you, then consider filling the void with people who are more akin to you and your way of thinking. Hence in a third piece of paper you may write: I attract like-minded people with whom I have a great relationship.

The second stage of our ceremony takes place out in nature. Try to find a place that inspires you, that brings a sense of wonder and awe and that you can somehow relate to your idea of Spirit. If you choose a place with a somewhat difficult access, this may help turn the whole experience as an initiatory journey of sorts. Do keep in my mind the final goal  and open yourself to inspiration as you travel to this place. Take the shovel, seeds, and pieces of paper with you. And don't forget those comfy shoes.

 Once you have reach your destination, take a few minutes to breathe in and centre. If you like to work with spiritual helpers, be them guides, angels, elements or abstract concepts such as light, peace, love, this is the moment to invite them to the ceremony. Now, connect to your idea of the Divine, and speak out loud to it as honest and as naturally as it comes to you. In your own words, ask for its help to let go; place this something that is of no use to you in its power for Spirit to deal with it as best as it see fits. Give thanks for releasing you from this burden.

Open a small hole in the ground and place in it the paper with the description of what you are letting go. Fill the hole with earth. Imagine the paper dissolving into specks, which are absorbed by the ground. If you can't imagine this, then say it out loud. Then say whatever words seem appropriate to state that you have forgiven or let go of this. Stand tall and now say all the things you are grateful for in relation to this experience. So say humbly, true appreciation to what you have received. Breathe in deeply a few times, and now read and visualize what you are using to fill the void with. Again, if you cannot imagine it, say it. Try to bring forth the feelings that this new belief, attitude, skill, thought or whatever would naturally awake in you. Finally, leave the seeds over the now-covered hole and give thanks to Nature for receiving the paper and help you in your ceremony. If you have invited energies, this is the time to thank them and release them too. Now, go home.

Be mindful  of how you act and react after this ceremony. If you find yourself repeating some though patterns (the mind can be very stubborn at times) have at hand something to substitute them with before they fully form. For example, your ex-husband always come late to pick up the kids on the weekends. Every time he gives you an excuse, you usually think something like "yeah, right, and I am the Queen of Sheba." The moment you notice the "yeah, right..." stop the thought on its tracks and change it  for  something else. You can be nice and change it to " I bless the light in this man" or if nothing comes to mind, literally sing to yourself a "la, la, la." Because you have eradicated the energy of the resentment towards your ex, changing the habits associated with the resentments will be much easier.

Be practical too. If for the last five years the man has been late to pick up the kids, accept that reality and either take the kids to him or don't expect him at the established time and do something fun with your children, without bringing to the conversation that Dad is late again. Ex-hubby (or anyone for that matter) can only influence your mood as much as you allow him too. And you'll notice that, after forgiving and letting go, you'll allow him less and less, almost nil, influence in your state of mind and personal peace.

The Four Charms, a Tale of Inner Wisdom. Episode 1.




Princess Rebecca woke up with a knot in her stomach. She was feeling cold and woozy. She left her bed wanting – really, truly wanting, that it was not August, nor the seventh, nor her birthday. Now, usually Princess Rebecca was all for birthdays. She actually had been known to drive people crazy, talking about her birthday weeks and even months before the event, planning games, stories, meals and guests lists. But today she was turning eleven, and that changed everything, for, according to the rules of the kingdom, she would no longer be a child. Today she would become an apprentice.

The princess washed her face and teeth, changed into her clothes, brushed her hair and practiced different faces in front of the mirror, until she found the right expression that would disguise her fear. Last night, as she practiced her dancing in her bedroom, she had had asked the stars shining outside her window to give her bravery and cleverness. Today she had to act as if her wish had come true. She sighed and walked towards the palace’s great hall, where she knew her parents and all the court would be waiting, hiding behind curtains and chairs, to give her a “surprise” birthday breakfast.

 Maybe being an apprentice would not be too bad, Rebecca thought, as she walked down the corridor. It basically meant that she would learn how to be a proper princess, dealing with the kingdom’s problems, helping the people of the land, taking part in all the ceremonies and stuff. The princess blew out some air and felt better. Yes, it couldn’t be too bad, could it? It was not as if she was going to be responsible for the whole kingdom from now on – she would be an apprentice for a good 10 years. Nobody would expect her to be brave or smart right away. She was only eleven after all. Princess Rebecca smiled, this time for real, and eagerly opened the hall’s door, ready to hear the Happy Birthday song from her family and friends.

The great hall was silent. It was silent and gloomy and empty, except for a bent figure near the chimney. It was a young, be-spectacled woman, sitting (Princess Rebecca gulped) on a floating broom.'

'Ah, finally, the princess,’ said the woman.

‘Who...who are you?’‘

'You are not very smart, are you? Who do I look like? Cinderella’s fairy godmother? I am the Wicked Witch, naturally!’

‘There’s no such thing as wicked witches’ Rebecca said, without thinking, ‘just  people who worship nature and call themselves pagans or wiccans. My Mum told me so.’

‘Ooo, my mum told me so,’ chanted the witch. ‘Well your mum ain’t here now, is she?’

‘Where is she? Where is everybody?’

‘How should I know? Apparently I don’t exist – there’s no such thing as wicked witches, remember?’

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, it’s just that I’m a bit... panicky.’

‘That’s better, I mean, really, one works hard to be the worst witch of all times, studying spells and curses all day, making salamander juice and ogre tooth cake   to pay for one’s studies at Witch University, only to have a girl say that one  does     not exist...’ sniffed the witch,  cleaning her runny nose with her sleeve.

‘Please don’t cry,’ the princess said, lightly touching the witch’s arm, ‘just tell me where my parents and friends are.’

‘Oh, them,’ said the Witch as she blew her nose, ‘I turned them into stones, of course.’

‘What! You horrible, mean, person! Why would you do that?’

‘Well, I’m a wicked witch. It’s what I do. Now, here is the deal...’

‘Deal? You want money to turn them back into humans again?’

The witch raised her eyes and some smoke came out of her ears.

‘You are behind your fairy tale reading, aren’t you? Listen carefully princess, because I don’t have all day. Before the sun sets you have to come back here with  the four charms or everyone in this palace will stay as stones forever and ever and  ever and ever and ever and ever –the witch gasped for some air - and ever. Got it?’

‘No, I don’t get it! What four charms? Where am I supposed to find them?’

‘Gee, what are they teaching in Princess School nowadays? The charms are four enchanted jewels of some type, which, according to my text book, are hidden in  your magic garden and can only be found by the apprentice – that is, you. The charms are part of my homework and I need them by tonight.’

‘We have a magic garden?’

‘Oh, dear. All right, I am a reasonable witch and I like to play fair, so here is your first hint: find Grand Master #39 and he’ll tell you what to do.’

The sounds of bells suddenly filled the great hall.

‘Nine o’clock! Time to go. Happy quest! And remember, you have until sunset,’ exclaimed the Witch as the broom began to shake. ‘Ta, ta!’

The broom took to the air, blue and red sparkles jumping out of its bristles.

‘Wait! Where do I find Grand Master #39?’ Rebecca shouted.

‘Where you usually find a frog!’ replied the Witch, and with that, she flew out of the window.

Book. A Life by Design -Creating the Blueprint to your Success

A Life by Design

Do you feel uninspired? Do you seem to lose track of your resolutions, lose sight of your dreams and just meander through life without clear goals to pursue? Or maybe you would like to learn how to use tools that would help you achieve the life-style you have always wanted for yourself. If the answers to these questions is yes, A Life by Design is the book for you.

This is a very practical handbook, full of exercises and practices to help you create the ideal blueprint for your goals. We start by “clearing” the terrain, by using techniques to allow you to overcome and let go of ideas and beliefs that limit your opportunities to grow, change and manifest. Then the book presents a series of exercises to help you develop your visualising “muscle.” The third part of the book deals with the elements and creation of potent affirmations. The fourth part provides guidance on how to connect to goals that are true to your values, personalities and individual desires. Finally we put it all together to design a master plan and to programme goals infused and empowered by visualisation and affirmation.

A Life by Design is an inclusive handbook, which can be used and applied by people of all spiritual beliefs or those with none. This book will help readers to let go of limiting attitudes that are preventing them from achieving dreams; to visualise their goals effectively to fuel their passion and inspiration; to create affirmations that energise and support their purpose; and to set true, life-enhancing goals.

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Fairy Night



Tonight is Mid-Summer and in the lore of many spiritualties, it is a magical night, ideal to commune with the spirits of Nature and life. Personally I don’t have a connection to those spirits usually called fairies, which doesn’t mean that I don’t believe that there are nature spirits. But the innocent girl in me likes to believe in light creatures sleeping in flowers and dancing under the moonlight while drinking honey. And summer deserves its own magical night, to keep the balance with Christmas/Yule/Winter festivals. A night of merriment, even a little mischief. A night no so much for the inner child, but the inner maiden and lad, seeking laughter and dance and that sometimes clumsy tension of sexual encounters, which my end with just a kiss or go far beyond that.

There’s something laid back and extremely sensual in this fairy night; something like sitting on a rowing boat, floating on a still lake, eating mangoes or strawberries, just looking at the stars, while our toes dip in and out from the cool waters. I think Fairy Night is a time outside time to just be. Unlike Harvest and Halloween, related to reaping and letting go, or Spring, and the rebirth of the land and the sowing of new plans and projects, the Summer Solstice for me is a day of trust and enjoyment. We trust that all our work through the year is moving in the process of life and we enjoy a break from the actual work or the intense focus or seriousness of it. Fairy Night and Summer Solstice is really a time to stop and smell the roses and show our appreciation through laughter. And in that laziness, that sweet nothingness, we mellow enough to open ourselves to the flow of inspiration.

The Sun is up, stronger than ever and the meadows are green, dotted with lambs, and jewel-like fruits are heaving branches and snaking through the ground like garlands before the festival. It is a true time of milk and honey and it deserves every ounce of appreciation that you can give. Taste it, smell it, hear it, see it, touch it. Fairy Night begs for a picnic under the stars with your loved one or ones. It begs for a dusk barbecue that extends to dawn, either on your backyard or on a rocky beach. It begs for tepees and tents and cushions on the grass, while you sit and run and play and dance, dressed with wispy dresses, flowers on the hair, feet free from shoes, like sprites from a forgotten world. And then maybe it’ll turn out that the spirits in the woods are us.