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As a vulnerable person meticulously and insistently critical of myself and others, for the sake of improving the Collective, it is hard to express my talents and receive recognition. But only once others see the value of what I offer can I be invited to share my gifts and serve. It is difficult to wait and be unrecognized or worse: be disliked for having pushed my insights on other without waiting for invitation, and that has sometimes led to feelings of bitterness. I'm ashamed to admit that....
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Thu, August 2, 2007 - 7:30 AM
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Wed, July 11, 2007 - 6:29 AM
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YOU WHO WERE NOT HERE
You who is not me
will never experience exactly this...
And yet from age to age
we reach out to convey
a hint of what it is we feel...
My love may not be very
different from your love
But they are not the same...
We may imagine we can live
inside another's skin
But of course our blood is only ours...
I long to touch the valves of your heart
but without the surgeon's skill and support-team,
if I did, I'd kil...
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Thu, June 7, 2007 - 11:02 AM
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My father, Alex Russell, was a Professor of Paediatrics.
In his Will, he asked for money to be given to the Royal Society of
Medicine (RSM) to create an annual lecture in his name.
He wanted to be recognized for his contribution to the advancement of Medicine.
A little impatient for success! That reminds me of his definition.
His channels were 35/36 + 53/42 & 54/32 i.e split "manifesting generator" with Emotional Authority.
We had 3 electromagnetics together but even more than that, w...
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Tue, June 5, 2007 - 8:51 AM
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Within the blossom rests a secret,
Concealed so well,
We forget its presence,
Beguiled by fragrance, pretty colours,
We are lifted high and revel...
But the jewel lies in shadow,
Guarded, hoarded
In murky darkness;
Through the agony of the feelings,
Through the releasing
of the garbage,
Only then can the treasure surface
Emerge in purity and JOY.
Only through the pain, the suffering --
The facing of our harshest enemies.
Only through the Struggle Ultim...
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Mon, June 4, 2007 - 6:06 PM
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about me
Perpetual Student, now working at Human Design America: www.humandesignamerica.com, also trained as a Bereavement Counselor, a Mediator, an Ayurvedic Polarity Therapist, a Waldorf Teacher and a non-violent Peacekeeper. Some of my in-person Spiritual teachers have included: Marshall Lever, Herman Rednick, Ammachi and Pamela... I am aware of how much work i need to do to become myself, and shed my conditioning.
Overview of my "Human Design":
(blog entry)
As a vulnerable person meticulously and insistently critical of myself and others, for the sake of improving the Collective, it is hard to express my talents and receive recognition. But only once others see the value of what I offer can I be invi...
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Another poem written on the 2006 night of Beltane (May 1st)
(blog entry)
YOU WHO WERE NOT HERE
You who is not me
will never experience exactly this...
And yet from age to age
we reach out to convey
a hint of what it is we feel...
My love may not be very
different fro...
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A letter written a year ago to a friend, who is also a Human Design Analyst (Jenny Allan), about my parents and their Human Design charts...
(blog entry)
My father, Alex Russell, was a Professor of Paediatrics.
In his Will, he asked for money to be given to the Royal Society of
Medicine (RSM) to create an annual lecture in his name.
He wanted to be recognized for his contribution to the advanc...
read more
WITHIN
(blog entry)
Within the blossom rests a secret,
Concealed so well,
We forget its presence,
Beguiled by fragrance, pretty colours,
We are lifted high and revel...
But the jewel lies in shadow,
Guarded, hoarded
In murky darkness;
Through the...
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I think this was taken only about a year ago now, but I have less energy these days... I wish I wanted to dance more often nowadays.
"Thinker, Writer, Creative spirit"
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