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Fat Albert
On the boat to our fishing hole in the Gulf of America, it became clear to me how the mind assigns duties to the rest of the senses (yes, the mind is the CEO of the senses) without my permission. Case in point, the first leg of our journey requires very close scrutiny as to the depth of water so we don't run aground. As we navigate a very narrow channel for the first 5 miles, the captain, in this case my husband, must pay attention, or we will hit coral and stall. (I may have
Catherine Bott
5 hours ago3 min read
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Crystals As a Sacred Reality
Crystals As a Sacred Reality Most young people (under 40) were born with what I call a crystal consciousness. That is to say that they were born with a mental database that accepts the frequency output of crystals as a medium of "data" exchange between Soul (the unconscious mind) and the subconscious mind, without question. Let's call it an "innate" ability. Â Those of us who are older are not wired to fully comprehend crystal technology and therefore find it difficult to be
Catherine Bott
2 days ago3 min read
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Creepy Totems
I can't believe that Soul has had to deliver three different insect rendezvous at me for me to get the message. Some of us get our Soul...
Catherine Bott
Oct 303 min read
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God Doesnt' Miss A Trick
God Doesn't Miss A Trick I just read somewhere that exposing one's eyes to the early morning sun increases the body's dopamine-making abilities. Dopamine is a hormonal chemical compound that transmits from neurons to other nerve cells that helps with focus, happiness and motivation. The article further pointed out that allowing early-morning sunshine into one’s eyes can help the body automatically reset its circadian clock. The circadian reset is a natural, biological rhyth
Catherine Bott
Oct 282 min read
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Fully Present
Where are you now? Ha! That’s what you think. Most likely at any given moment your body is doing one thing, your mind is thinking...
Catherine Bott
Oct 233 min read
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A Piece of the Karmic Journey
Every Memorial Day for the last fifteen years or so, my bestie, Jan, flies in from Florida and we sequester ourselves amid my domestic...
Catherine Bott
Oct 164 min read
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