Welcome to the world of the unknown
Welcome to the world of emerging 
Welcome to the world of I AM BECOMING
Welcome to the world of life

Are you ready to dive in?
Are you ready to get messy?
Are you ready to indulge your senses in ecstasy?
Tear your guts and heart wide open?
Are you ready to kneel on the earth? 
and pray 
"sacred, sacred, sacred
everything is sacred"

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Healing history said…
Yes . . . everything is Sacred
Thank you for your inspiration . . . I watched the short video it is amazng.

Shokran

Manar Azreik
May 1, 2009 at 12:24 PM
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