Leanne Margaret

"The Ego and Self-Actualisation The ego is a much-maligned aspect of the human psyche, yet as much a part of it as a flower is part of its originating tree. Ordinary consciousness often expresses itself at the ego level because the ego’s concerns are usually the most strident in any given moment. The ego might be likened to the child-self. This does not diminish its value, but rather enhances it, for as we show care and concern for the needs of the ego, we address the needs of our most basic instinctive self. In our modern, mechanical age of distraction and escape, it can be more difficult to maintain a conscious connection with our basic creature-selves. The soul-self is like the parent, aware of itself and its purpose in a greater world. The ego is more like the child-self, serving its own needs and quite rightly so. The push/pull dance of energy taking place between our ego desires and our soul-self-actualisation is ever present and energising. Yet at the most basic eart

The antidote to terror is love . Values related to expansion and competition have left many human beings isolated from each other, country against country and group against group. It's as if we have forgotten we are all sharing the same planet and that what affects one can ripple outward to affect all. Many events are taking place on our planet at present that have the potential to generate harm well into the future. Rather than expansion and domination, the time has come to responsibly manage and lovingly care for what we already have. Fostering a set of loving, life affirming values helps us to remember the symbiotic nature of life on Earth. For example the widespread use of pesticides seems to be affecting our bee population. These creatures are vital in the continuation of the food supply on Earth. They are the perfect example of the symbiosis governing the conditions for life as we know it. The energy of  love  compels us to act in life affirming ways, nurturing life and

The moment I have been working toward for many years has finally arrived. At this early stage, ironically, I'm feeling a little lost for words. I'm sure the reality of my new situation will settle in gradually. Rather than the 'big bang' I had anticipated, my first book launch feels more like a rising hum.  The journey has just begun...  I wish to extend a  HUGE thank you to all of the readers of this blog. 💚   Your visits helped support my spirit through the long journey of writing a book. Leanne Margaret The Love of the Universe Initiating Loving Principles of Living Energy in a Creatively Evolving Universe. Are you experiencing the love of your life?  Today’s world seems to be falling out of love with itself. The warning signals of Mother Earth’s unease are hard to ignore. T he Love of the Universe  is a model of multi-dimensional human consciousness. It begins at the source – Dimension Zero, or womb of oceanic unconsciousness. We rise toward incre

Majickal Bellydance is resting, not forgotten.  For now I have a new obsession: Yoga. Yoga isn't new to me. As dance teachers we borrow many yoga poses or asanas, performing the movements as stretches for warming up and cooling down, rarely emphasising the breath practices or pranayama.  My yoga mat had lay mostly rolled into dusty storage for long enough to raise a child. My daughter now focussed firmly on her own burgeoning life and my last bellydance class for now at the end of 2015, I needed a brand new obsession. Having finally finished writing my first book I showed up still in writer's rapture to my friend and colleagues yoga class. I had taught bellydance at her beautiful yoga studio in the past, www.yarravalleyyogaschool.com, but had only attended a few yoga workshops. I had been struggling for several years with PTSD (Post-traumatic stress disorder), keeping mobile through my years of illness by tailoring my dance classes toward health and by habituating myself tow

Apartment people sitcoms never promised or even hinted at the increasing levels of human intimacy that would enter my life upon moving into my funky new apartment.   Bunches of Friends dining and socialising are not what I refer to here.   It seemed like a little slice of modern heaven with a dishwasher, until upstairs moved in. Ideas of urban heaven came crashing in like bombs from the sky.   No, I hadn’t moved to a war zone, I refer now to the morning dump of my upstairs neighbours.     Seriously?   No more privacy, even in the loo?   There was no episode of Friends to prepare me for this. I was prepared for passing strangers in the hallway, for sharing driveways and footpaths, even midnight parties and loud music, but the pipes behind my bedroom wall resound the rumblings of upstairs plumbing with a rush of just too much information. Perhaps I shouldn’t’ write about such things as toilet noises, but if it’s socially acceptable to build homes projecting the echo