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The Field of Becoming
Where truth becomes visible. Where life unfolds from within.
Beneath the mind is a quiet intelligence. Older than language. Steady as breath. Present as the life moving through you.
Some call it consciousness. Some call it spirit. Others simply recognise it as truth - or inner knowing - unmistakable when touched.
This is the field we enter together, to remember.
Your body already knows how to heal. Your system knows how to reorganise. Your soul knows how to lead, and your consciousness remembers what the mind forgets.
In this space:
The nervous system softens
Clarity arises effortlessly
What no longer serves falls away
What is ready emerges, naturally
Nothing is imposed. Nothing is forced.
The unfolding follows its own rhythm. This is not about becoming someone else — it is a return to coherence, to the intelligence that has always lived beneath the noise
Here, subtle shifts ripple through the architecture of your being. Healing, insight, and alignment arise from within. Potential becomes visible, and your system reorganises around truth.
This is the field. A meeting of your own intelligence with the greater intelligence that moves through all life. It cannot be described, only experienced.
For some, this field is a place of healing. For others, it becomes a place of learning, where sensitivity, perception, and inner authority quietly return.
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A tale to begin
In the hush of silent whispers, deep within,
A language unfolds, a tale to begin.
Listen, oh soul, to the rhythm so sweet,
A symphony of words, emotions to greet.
Through the corridors of the heart, it weaves,
A tapestry of dreams, where the spirit believes.
Let it dance, let it soar, in the vast expanse,
This language of the soul, a poetic trance.
In every pause, a universe untold,
A story in verses, both timid and bold.
Embrace the cadence, the ebb, and the flow,
Where each word is a star in the cosmic show.
Grant it space, let it bloom and thrive,
This language of the heart, where emotions revive.
For in the poetry of life, beauty is found,
In the silent whispers, profound and unbound.
Love,
Marie
“The Journey requires her to explore the source of her own belonging, find her centre, begin to recover an understanding of her own place in the great, connected web of the world. She is walking her way back into being.”
— Sharon Blackie
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