Two things matter, health and happiness...or at least that is what you believe. Health, you see, is a desirable state, but only to your conscious self. Ill-health is often the outpouring of inner-sensory data, filled with potential for change if you allow it to fulfil its path. Happiness, on the other hand, is what you… Continue reading Health and Happiness. Channelled.
Author: gaiamethod
I was born in Australia, grew up in Ireland, Spain and England. I am Irish by nationality. I am married to Omar, who is from the West Bank in Luxor, and have five children, and two grand-daughters. I am the originator of a healing system called The Gaia Method which is based on ancient Mother Goddess Mysteries and is a method of healing the Soul of the Earth and its people through nature. When I am not working with other people, I love doing research. I trained as an archaeologist for three years in the University of Winchester and also did many years training as a psychodynamic counsellor specialising in Rape, abuse and Domestic violence. I am a 'Master' of quite a few Reiki modalities and also a Magnified Healing teacher. I have done too many spiritual/healing workshops and trainings to mention! I have travelled to many places to do environmental healing and in the process rediscovered ancient knowledge. An ongoing process. I am currently writing, travelling, spinning, knitting and creating, and living in Gurna on the West Bank in Luxor, and in Winchester with my daughters and granddaughters. Bridging the two countries energetically.
The Ember
An ember still burns where goodness lies. Its glow illuminates all around it, penetrating the darkness of minds closed to the light. Its heat warms those whose lives come close to it, but those whose hearts are hard and cold cannot feel its warmth, its life, its energy. Only those whose hearts are open to… Continue reading The Ember
New Life-experiences for Humanity.
In times gone by, mankind attempted to infuse his existence with the qualities of joy and pleasure, but in their enthusiasm, they quickly forgot the necessary ‘joys' of working; of exercising the human body, of ‘life’ itself. Instead, their pursuit of joy became gluttony, avarice, and lust. Out of balance...in other words. Now we are… Continue reading New Life-experiences for Humanity.
The Halls of Time
A deep echo, a loud noise resounds within my soul. It echoes down the corridors of Time, reminding me of my origins. In Time I fly, trying to recreate the echoes of the past. The echoes that remind me of whom I have been, and who I might become. The wind now howls through the… Continue reading The Halls of Time
The Law-Abiding Citizen.
By Ann Murphy. Once upon a time there was a man who had to do everything just right. He walked down the street, carefully and with courtesy, saluting everyone he passed and saying ‘good morning’ to all. He was never rude or discourteous but always smiled and nodded, and generally went about his day in… Continue reading The Law-Abiding Citizen.
Tepi and the Crocodile.
By Ann Murphy One day a young Egyptian boy named Tepi was sitting beside the Nile, eating his falafel and salad sandwiches. His father had bought them for him to take to school, but instead of going to school, Tepi decided to go and eat his lunch on the riverbank, for breakfast. He loved to… Continue reading Tepi and the Crocodile.
Dead, but not forgotten. Pre-Edit.
By Ann Murphy He gently passed from this world to the next one. His wife, sitting by his bedside, held his hand until his last, laboured breath. She was a devoted and loving wife, giving her all to her beloved husband, whom she loved more than life itself. She had gone through the illness with… Continue reading Dead, but not forgotten. Pre-Edit.
The Arrow’s Flight. Pre-Edit.
By Ann Murphy The arrow sliced through the stillness of the night, hitting its target, sharp and clean.The chain-mail, tight and unyielding was yet unable to repel it. The arrow tip went deep and his blood began to flow. It flowed into the earth, saturating it with its pungent warm smell of fear. The mouldering… Continue reading The Arrow’s Flight. Pre-Edit.
Scene from an Aran Window.
By Ann Murphy This is a short story I wrote for a Writer's cafe competition. I wrote a lot of fiction for a while but have not got the uninterrupted time to do it now. I wonder when I ever will... She gazed out of the window, the stone, wall-lined, fields creating a checker-board on… Continue reading Scene from an Aran Window.
