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    The Soil of the Soul
    The Soil of the Soul
    The Soil of the Soul
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    The Soil of the Soul

    By Janika Alexander

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    In The Soil of the Soul, the author captures accounts of mystical visions, divine moments, and transcendental experiences, which held up, act as mirrors for the readers to connect to their own possible sacred stories.

    The Soil of the Soul is a celebration of the human spirit, of our innate and godly potential to love and do so with divine purpose. It is a calling for our fullest self, by being our fullest self. To follow a path of discovery and self-mastery into embodying Truth, Love, Sacred Authority, and Individuated Expression.

    It brings strength to our ability to show up in courage, heart, and forgiveness in facing our pain and hurt, and transcend the past by connecting and healing in ‘the light’ we already are.

    The Divine is in motion, every day and even in the most ordinary of simple ways, things, places, and times — whether washing dishes, hanging laundry, or during walks. Always is there a divine opportunity for spiritual guidance, for awe and wonder to make itself known.

    On her spiritual and writing journey, the Author notes on her website, “The Divine lives and rests in everything. With an open heart, we can divinely connect to every moment of our lives by living with sacred intent and connection to the greater part of ourselves; realizing our place in the cosmic design; and learning to ‘dance’ with the universe. It’s my soul’s dream to serve others by finding that inner connection, and link up with their own daily mystical experiences by knowing their place in the All that is. We are already masters, we are all on our individuated paths toward remembering that we are. May we continually inspire and lift each other into higher ascension and expansion of heart and spirit, and see each other as we are, divine beings having an earthly experience.”

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJanika Alexander
    Release dateJun 29, 2022
    ISBN9781005063849
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      Book preview

      The Soil of the Soul - Janika Alexander

      The Way of Mastery

      It is not about being forceful

      in your purpose

      to bring peace to the world.

      It means no pushing.

      No fast driving

      and forcing ideas home,

      but to simply

      accept and allow

      what is there to unfold.

      It is to journey in love;

      welcomely earnest in duty

      to embrace what lives

      in and out of self.

      Being human

      requires tender mastery,

      gentle discernment.

      It means to remain open to answers

      without being demanding;

      to settle should none be found.

      You are the Light of this world,

      your only task

      is to illuminate the way, and

      be relentless

      in your demonstration of the love you are.

      The Soil of the Soul

      While working to know yourself as a being of light—

      tread softly and be kind to yourself.

      Sway gently through the convoluted plains of your being.

      Light. Matter. Ghosts within. The Holy. The atom, its sound and colour.

      Navigate compassionately the garden of your mind.

      Undo its weeds with motherly tenderness.

      Waltz gracefully within the halls of your inner kingdom,

      blessing the soil of the soul with daily reverence -

      planting your flowers of light, the fruit of your captured moments

      in the garden of your spirit.

      Hold to your place in the Tree of Life

      with a fierce love that cannot be denied.

      On Talk About Souls

      Some souls

      enter a body, their next dream cast in iron.

      Packed in. Heavy. Tight. Flight-Weary.

      They come having lived— to live again.

      The bright suns of many youths,

      a long song of lark and eagle,

      of tree and root,

      of beginnings and endings

      swallowed deep into infinity’s mouth.

      Their transitions and transformations,

      longer than what could humanly be understood,

      the Angel had said,

      trail a line through heaven’s dust.

      They are old. Ancient as water.

      Elementally bound

      to the soil, and the soul,

      Earth and her many kingdoms.

      Gatherers of cosmic stories—

      too strange for easy company.

      Tellers of poems—

      too colourful

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