...but am not sure what to share, so i think i will experiment here by free-writing. I've not really done this before. Let's see how it goes.
I have two very nice friends here (at Atmanna, my home in Bulgaria) at the moment. One has been here before and this is her third visit. She came as a volunteer (or more accurately for a work exchange) to help me mostly in the garden, but also with food preservation and much more. I'm not giving names or adding photo's of them yet as i've not asked, but may add (or edit) later when i have asked.
#Anonymity is super important in my opinion, especially these days with governments for example saying anti-vaxxers, anti-lockdowners & anti-maskers are terrorists, and i am encouraging anyone i talk with to understand the importance of anonymity, so it would be hypocritical of me to not ask before sharing their names or photos.
The other friend is quite new (about 2 months) and we are consciously relating at a deep level (deeper than the surface drama of this dream of life. We also are travelling to "spiritual" places in our individual (well, individual in this planet earth dream-world) quests to help us further expand into consciousness.
Actually it's my new friend who is inviting me to join her on these trips, which take me out of my comfort zone. I would not have gone on my own, so i'm very grateful for this, as i rarely go out apart from shopping once every week or two.
We just got back from a weekend in the Rila mountains in the area known as the seven lakes (Actually there are over 400 lakes i was told), where a #Bulgarian #spiritual teacher Peter Duenov (no longer in his body) would hold space. The place is awesome. morning before leaving we took part in the White Brotherhood Mystical Spiritual Dance which was somewhat challenging for me as i'm somewhat self-conscious when dancing.
Me, part way up the mountains overlooking some of the lakes.
Morning sunrise view from outside the tent.
Yesterday we all spent the day at home. It was a beautiful day (the experience and the weather). We began with a morning practice of meditation, yoga and mantra singing. Later one of the ladies made a raw desert which we shared sitting in the garden, but i cut my finger with a knife while attempting to cut the plastic container in which the dessert had been made. Blood was pouring from my finger so i quickly went inside, washed under the tap and sprinkled Comfrey powder on the cut and the bleeding stopped more or less immediately. This morning in the shower the dried Comfrey (also known as Knit Wound) washed off revealing a quite small cut, surprisingly for the amount of blood.
Delicious raw desert with bloody finger
Who am i?
Tomorrow (well, today now - power cut last night prevented me posting)we are (probably) heading for a Hare Krishna temple near the beach and plan to stay for several days.
Sat Nam
Atma
Ps.
Update: The power just went off (storm approaching) but fortunately my battery lasted in time to copy into a note in case power does not come back on before battery dies!
