Foisting an identity on people rather than allowing them the freedom and space to create their own is shady.

We travel with the same clan over and over again, from one life to the next, until some ultimate purpose is fulfilled and we no longer need to return.

I remember feeling that pieces of me were scattered around the world; I belonged to her, Mother Earth.

When we illuminate the road back to our ancestors, they have a way of reaching out, of manifesting themselves...sometimes even physically.

Paradise is a state of being, more than just the name of a suburb or a home.

Even the juncture in history and the zeitgeist we live in is something we choose, setting the scene for the spiritual fodder we need to grow and achieve deeper elevation of our souls.

Shakespeare had it right all along: Love will kill you in the end.