Tenth Anniversary Issue (and final issue)
A Spiritually Enlightening Online Magazine
November's Theme: "Secluded"
Volume 11 Issue 1 ISSN# 1708-3265

Please enjoy our final issue of TSM with our Regular Columnists:
Dawn Baumann Brunke, Crystal Blanton, Nicole Gardner, Phil Kotofskie, Parzival Sattva,
and Aleesha Sattva.

Take a pause in your day and "Meditate a Moment".

We also have a wonderful set of "Reviews" to spark your interest!

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Quote of the year: "If I want to knock a story off the front page, I just change my hairstyle." - Hillary Rodham Clinton


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Illuminations Aleesha Sattva About the Cover Eleanor Leonne Bennett The Enlightenment of M'Kewl Parzival Sattva Greetings from the State of Surrender! John Ptacek Seclusion or "YES! YES! ME TIME!!!" Corinne MacEgan The Sacred Inner Sanctum Julie Hoyle Do Shamans Take Vacations? Shaman Elder Maggie Wahls Living… Naturally Nicole Gardner Lifetalks Dawn Baumann Brunke Walk Your Talk Aleesha Sattva Wiccan Voices Crystal Blanton, HPs Po and the Stones Phil Kotofskie Meditate a Moment with Aleesha Sattva Cards & Curios Tarot Deck Reviews: with Dan Pelletier Bird Medicine: The Sacred Power of Bird Shamanism Evan T. Pritchard Grace Jimmy Be Free

Copyright © Eleanor Leonne Bennett, 2010 "Under the Weather" "Knowledge is empowering!" ~ Aleesha Sattva "I have no expectations but plenty of hopes. I have no attachments but plenty of desires." ~ Parzival Sattva This kid is talented! Check out his parody of what happened to the stars of his childhood Disney Movies. The Land Fill-Harmonic Orchestra! This ad just cracks me up! Had to leave you with a laugh. A really great idea to assist our planet to become more energy efficient! Need a hug? Here's one for ya! The Garden All enter a world of sights and smells               flowers and dells, fields and wells Twisted strange wilds, tended paths that wind All the pleasures and horrors of a child's mind Called The Garden, it's a lovely place               a wondrous space for a faire race where dreams are born and spirits roam a land where all can create a home Called The Morgue, it's a forbidding place               a nightmare space for a demon race where hazards and poisons are free to flow and lands where things refuse to grow What calls us all to this place?               This restful space or endless race Upon what purpose are our souls bent? My reason is to find the Heaven Scent Some trample beds as they go               Others weave, sew and aid things grow No set balance between darkness and light Just reason, thought, and second sight My paths have taken me through well worn ways               heart-felt prayers and endless days Shown around at first, then on my own To find what I reaped from what I'd sown I've crawled and run and walked and stepped               The adult has kept the child who leapt amongst the paths, plants, springs and brooks in a paradise most know only through books Through years of questing and finding what for               gathering pertinent lore and so much more Finding clarity and clouds with every step Depression with oppressive feet slowly crept The elusive Scent for which I'd scoured               smelled every flower in lake, garden, and bower Was nowhere to be found, or so it seemed Was it nothing more than a nightmarish dream? In a field of flowers in a cool night of Spring               Where Elves danced and Cherubs winged I plopped down amidst them and gave up hope Ended the search so's not feel the Dope Lying on the ground in that time of despair               breathing the air and becoming aware I stretched out and found lying next to me A fellow searcher, pretty as can be Propped up on elbows, we began to talk               We had to talk of our endless walk As the Sun rose upon us, understanding did too Here lay the Heaven Sent with eyes of blue And so in this Garden of Paradise Found               We walk around the endless grounds Hand in hand until the end of time Now and Forever — Evernow — Divine Parzival Sattva - ©2011

Aleesha Sattva, formerly: Aleesha Stephenson

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