Thief Of Hearts and My Wild Places You appeared out of the mist of my heightened senses, that day I bumped into you while clutching a bouquet of my hopes. You must have recognized the dream in my eye. The one that screams love me, keep me, lay me on the platter of...
Every trip to England brings me closer to the sharp realization that I have experienced other lifetimes there, and that my near proximity to stone circles and various lay lines increases my knowledge of ancient wisdom. I have been reading ‘EARTH’ Pleiadian...
