Leanne Margaret

The cover of the book drew my eye as I walked passed a tiny new age bookshop. I was writing my first book at the time and was enduring a 'book ban' to help me focus. But this book looked important. So I picked it up. A spaciousness entered my energy field like a fresh breeze and I knew I would buy the book: The Emerald Tablet, by Dennis William Hauck. I barely even read the back cover! I peeked at the first few pages and was gripped! But unfortunately, in 2012, I had to stop reading the book as soon as I started, lest I accidentally reproduce the author's ideas into my own. I was creating a mystically inspired work that I didn't want to reference heavily with others' ideas. So years passed. But the universe moves in serendipitous ways. As it turned out, 2018 was the perfect year to read The Emerald Tablet. This remarkable book offered me a mirror in which to reflect on all that had happened since I had purchased it. Transformative years where the innate powers o

It was 2010 and for a shit-storm of reasons, my former life had begun to dissolve. I violently grappled with the transition for the next four years. My values around home and family were constantly being challenged until I became willing to release them. Then in 2014 I let go of my house, condensing my life into an apartment. It was time for me to surrender ideas around my identity as wife, mother and domestic goddess. I needed to stop playing house and focus on my life purpose. Trying to merge the two wasn't working. This didn't happen quickly. I was experiencing the peak of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder which made the process of change overwhelmingly difficult and dramatic. Transitional rage filled my days for some time as I realised the realities of apartment life. I felt assaulted by the noises and needs of the other occupants. It took three more years for me to learn how to manage the aggravations around me and channel my energy into my work. Eventually I created my f

Yesterday has burnt. This nest is made of fire. Transfigured, I rise. Words by Leanne Margaret © 2018 Image from Pixabay CC

Do you hear the call of your soul? I don't know if everyone hears a calling or not? Do we all come purpose made and then forget as we squeeze in our alphabets and sums? Education assumes we start out as blank slates on which to etch out a proper person. But what if in etching out a proper person we are scrubbing away something vital, something soulful, something purpose-made? My call to writing came as soon as I began to read. I announced my plans to my mother and it was always assumed I would eventually be a writer. Most importantly, I believed it. No matter how many times the path veered off, I was always writing and I knew that no matter what, all paths would lead to me finally committing to being a focussed and productive, even published writer. As for the shape my writing would take, by 10 years old I was reading Raymond Moody's Life After Death  and experimenting with meditation. I found meditation to be innate and it helped me deal with some considerable life cha

With trepidation I switched on TV program 'The Interview,' hosted by Andrew Denton. Although usually a fan of Andrew Denton, I feared a little for his guest: Charlie Goldsmith, healer. As I watched the healer being questioned in Denton's chair, I couldn't help recalling images of sacrificial lambs and public crucifixions. I squirmed towards the remote control repeatedly, ready to flee a 'roasting.' With cynicism I assumed the healer was being interviewed, not to assist in the wellbeing of the human race, but for the entertainment of people who believe only in what they can see. Fresh faced and golden, like his name, Charlie Goldsmith engaged the sceptical interviewer in an energy sensitivity test. It was a technique used by many teachers and students of psychic development, including myself. Of course Denton was unable to feel the energy that Goldsmith delivered to his outstretched hand. The healer was unsurprised, as negative biases toward all things spir

Motivation was high this week. Pleased with my first author talk at Seville Community House  (with author Debra Marks), I Healing Hands returned my focus to the intimidating task of editing. I even managed a little writing, but mainly I'm writing choreographies for my Majickal Bellydance class. Busy days usually tire people out. But not me! The busier the day the more hyper I get and the harder it is to get to sleep. This week I have been employing breathing exercises, visualisation and calming techniques. I've learned how to settle my mind, but physically, I've been pretty wound up. Recalling what I wrote about Dimension One (the body) of human consciousness in my book , I used a self-soothing strategy I call the Healing Hand. It can be used anywhere, but I focussed on the period of time right before sleep when I was in bed. You don't have to be a mum, a reiki channel or a massage therapist to invoke the power of therapeutic touch. The Healing Hand technique