“All of you here at this Planning Meeting know from past experience, Ea...” — Rose Rosetree Quote

“All of you here at this Planning Meeting know from past experience, Earth is the toughest of all learning planets. Inevitably it changes you forever, even if you dare to incarnate on earth only once.”

“Although spiritual awakening is lovely, it won’t bring you anywhere close to Enlightenment.”

“What kind of skill matters for an empath?”

“My system of Aura Reading Through All Your Senses ® includes over 100 tested techniques for accessing information from auras. This system emphasizes finding practical information, which led to a discovery that is essential for our Magnetize Money Program.”

“Human caring can elevate the heavy dullness of earth, giving rise to a unique magnificence.”

“While integration of spiritual wisdom is earned through one free will choice at a time, earned by living in integrity, by doing one's reasonable best even if nobody else is watching.”

“Spirituality emerged as a fundamental guidepost in Wholeheartedness. Not religiosity but the deeply held belief that we are inextricably connected to one another by a force greater than ourselves--a force grounded in love and compassion. For some of us that's God, for others it's nature, art, or even human soulfulness. I believe that owning our worthiness is the act of acknowledging that we are sacred. Perhaps embracing vulnerability and overcoming numbing is ultimately about the care and feeding of our spirits.”

“Till you cut ties to all authoritarianism, you'll never sense the spark of holiness.”

“For the deepest acts of creation and renewal happen in invisible realms that require a subtle mix of intensity and non-doing, alertness and grace. Fallow fields are far from lifeless, for much churning happens deep within the soil. Here was an insight about the alchemy of waiting and the power of living stillness. Conscious 'being', I began to understand, could be far more significant than 'becoming'.”

“The human race is amazing”

“On the first day of November last year, sacred to many religious calendars but especially the Celtic, I went for a walk among bare oaks and birch. Nothing much was going on. Scarlet sumac had passed and the bees were dead. The pond had slicked overnight into that shiny and deceptive glaze of delusion, first ice. It made me remember sakes and conjure a vision of myself skimming backward on one foot, the other extended; the arms become wings. Minnesota girls know that this is not a difficult maneuver if one's limber and practices even a little after school before the boys claim the rink for hockey. I think I can still do it - one thinks many foolish things when November's bright sun skips over the entrancing first freeze.”