Be Not Afraid

Be Not Afraid People. For Fear makes us prisoners. Love sets us Free.

For all those who have experienced terror attacks first hand, witnessed them via our global media and for those who are fearful…I offer this beautiful reminder of Psalm 23; The Lord is My Shepherd sung by the Wells Cathedral Choir, UK. May it bring you some peace.


All We Need to Know is The Love: Love Has No Boundaries

This post and the one that follows uphold and honour my own perspectives as a mystic of our real hope and mission of Love whilst in physical form here on Earth. We are all created in Loves image, for Loves purpose and in our own daily lives we may strive to open ourselves to this Love that we may serve others by recognising it in others and responding to it. By constantly opening ourselves to this Love in every activity we do, in being mindful of ourselves, we invite Love to enter, and in doing so, get the opportunity which constantly renews to serve each other better. By laying our weapons of judgement and harshness down, we enable compassion and grace to fill our hearts and minds instead. We become more gentle with others and start to enable Loves great transformation of ourselves and of our world experience. Yet Love is also passionate, how passionate our Creator must have been to create such diversity and such beauty. How much fun and happiness is included in this beautiful Creation, each smile, each belly hearted laugh and joy,  each hop, skip and jump is of our Creator. This post also encapsulates what my blog has been putting out into the general world since it began. A monastery without walls.  Its philosophy is also my whole 56 years of experience with God who walks forever beside me, throughout eternity… before I came here, whilst I am here and after I lay down my physical form. I remain with God at all times and in all places and thus what I choose to do with this time of incarnation, my purpose is Love…to my very best ability.


A Scottish Blessing For Us All

With troubles and challenges raging round our hearths and homes in our global family at the moment, here is a Scottish Blessing, sent for you today from us here in the snow-covered remote landscapes of the Scottish Highlands to all members of the human family, whatever nationality, creed or colour and wherever you may call home.  Today may you find peace within and without, and be the flame and beacon of love, kindness and compassion to all you meet and interact with today; that as humanity we all desperately need. Breathe deeply, give thanks and be the Love in everything you do today. Find the beauty in life and live it. Blessings. Stephanie.

May the blessing of light be on you – light without and light within.
May the blessed sunlight shine on you like a great peat fire,
so that stranger and friend may come and warm himself at it.
And may light shine out of the two eyes of you,
like a candle set in the window of a house,
bidding the wanderer come in out of the storm.
And may the blessing of the rain be on you,
may it beat upon your Spirit and wash it fair and clean,
and leave there a shining pool where the blue of Heaven shines,
and sometimes a star.
And may the blessing of the earth be on you,
soft under your feet as you pass along the roads,
soft under you as you lie out on it, tired at the end of day;
and may it rest easy over you when, at last, you lie out under it.
May it rest so lightly over you that your soul may be out from under it quickly; up and off and on its way to God.
And now may the Lord bless you, and bless you kindly. Amen.

Nous Sommes tous Membres d’une même Famille Humaine

We are All Members of One Human Family


Holding The Vision-Our Heart in our Hands

This is a piece I published way back in 1998 in a magazine I was co-editor of. Having just found it again, it still resonates in these times of fragility, change and challenge that we live in right now. I have lightly edited it and added some recent photos I have taken as well.


First Published in Eastern Light Magazine: Issue 21 1998

 The Tenth Insight of the Celestine Prophecies is entitled, ‘Holding The Vision’.  This would seem very apt at this time, for many of us have experienced our hope of a fairer and more equal world, one in which the many may experience more fully expressing their own unique gifts they brought into this world to share with us all.  Yet we also find ourselves incapable and frustrated in our attempts of sustaining our birth gifts, yet alone living them fully as our reality.  Thankfully some souls do manage it against all the odds, and their light shines brightly as a beacon for us all. The Light Foundation was a vision, held by one woman as she developed and evolved to a stage where she could manifest its birth into the physical plane.  As she then began to release it, she found other dreamers who had been dreaming the same dream, drawn to her at exactly the right moment, as if by magic. I believe that one of our challenges at this time is to dare to dream our world better. To dream is to be inspired, to be open enough to connect to our Universal Selves and not be bogged down with many of the minor and petty distractions of the small mind.  Yet it is not enough merely to dream.  The dream is but the first stage of our vision and remains intangible without its completion, i.e. work. ‘Work is love made visible.’ Kahlil Gibran. The Prophet. The completion of vision is both the completion and closing of a full circle and the source of its own new beginning. Birth and rebirth. If the dream is the idea, so the work – the action, is its completion, its fullness and without action we remain dreamers isolated in our dreaming, enraptured in the beauty and wonder of potentials, as children gazing at the rainbows in bubbles.  Here if we get caught and lost in these bubbles of dreaming the wastelands of insanity beckon us.

Findhorn was the vision of three people held jointly and the action was simply two aspects: the Allowing, i.e. the faith in following the dream vision, and secondly the Enabling, i.e. the creation of a small vegetable patch in Love. Love in action. Love made visible. Work. Pluscarden Abbey was raised from the rubble by a few dedicated monks who dreamed/envisioned of its rebuilding, its dedication to God and His service. There are many examples everywhere for us to ponder on and draw courage from. These photos are ones I took at Pluscarden Abbey, a beautiful favourite place of ours, near Elgin, Morayshire, Scotland…not too far from where we live. It’s a great place to spend a retreat too. Lovingly restored by hand, you can find out more about this sacred space and the community of monks here:


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I feel that one of the most challenging aspects of spiritual movement within our times is dissatisfaction.   We find it in our families, communities, our workplaces and in our nations.  Just as the individual is a microcosm of the larger society, so society is the macrocosm of the individual.  Thus when we see the pain, suffering and restlessness surrounding us, we should see that these factors are also experiences within ourselvesWe are thus both the problem and the solution.  This offers hopeDissatisfaction contains an inherent energy that invites us to change that which we are unhappy with.  Vision holds its potential as a satisfied state in the making, work is love made visible, but dissatisfaction can be the driving force; this deep desire to shift from one state into another, a catalyst of change.  Thus we have within this circle the potential to alter our world by bringing the vision we hold within, out into the open, via the channel we call ourselves.  Our challenge is to bring all the beauty and light we all contain within ourselves out into our world for others to share.  To make our world a place where all would choose to live.

Alas, fear is also energy.  It is an energy that serves to lock our visions and inner beauty tightly within, prohibiting change.  It cheats us by imprisoning us and it cheats others, as they cannot see our dimmed light held within.  Our fear to release our Light and beauty keeps their world as well as our own, darker and unfriendly to life.  A light in one room cannot be expected to keep a whole house sparkling.  Holding our vision is a process; from the seeing to the doing.  It is about finding our courage, our truth and purpose and sharing them.  It is about finding the light that is uniquely ours and fanning it into a bonfire that can act as a bright beacon for other travellers. We become a lighthouse flashing out to others.  It is about recognising and acknowledging our darkness as well as our light, about understanding those elements of ourselves and the act of transformation. It is about honouring others by first learning to honour our self.  It is about journeys, and about faith, trusting our self first, so that we may develop trust of others.  It is about finding and sharing our uniqueness and finding that we are all One. It seems God calls each of us to follow His own specific calling for us, our task is to diligently and humbly search out our truth until we know what it is and then say “yes”, just as Mary did.

In everyday life we have choices.  In each of these choices we can opt for repeating old familiar patterns or choose a new option, a new way of being. Resurrection in this sense occurs many times a day and thousands of times within each lifespan. We have the potential to renew ourselves every moment of every day.  When we choose change, we choose a new experience and receive a new reaction.  Our sense of self – responsibility grows to take the place of blaming others for our misfortunes and we seek instead of blame, the possible lessons and learning challenges contained within each situation.  We begin to understand that we are not buffeted here and there by a feckless deity, or meaningless existence and we have more confidence to take control of the steering wheel again.  We trust the winds that drive our paths into unknown places of living instead of fearing them. We glimpse new horizons with interest instead of dread.  In other people we grow used to seeing ourselves and we develop compassion in the place where once we criticised without thought. This also means we learn how to be kinder to ourselves in that process. We take our vision, honour it and try to achieve our very best with it.  We honour its arrival and its departure as a natural rhythm of the ebb and flow of the life experience. We no longer cling on, we let go and see where the wind will take us, like pollen blowing where it will, trusting that our arrival is assured and already taken care of by a Higher authority and understanding of our journey. The daisy cares not where its pollen lands. We honour the moment and are grateful for all that is gifted to us at this moment in time, being good custodians of our gifts, yet always willing to pass them to others who have more need than we when the moment changes.

There is a truth in the saying that we get the governments and society that we deserve.  As we work on changing ourselves, so all around us changes.

 You have been told that life is darkness and in your

Weariness you echo what was said by the weary.

And I say that life is indeed darkness – save when

There is urge

And all urge is blind – save when there is knowledge.

And all knowledge is vain – save when

There is work.

And all work is empty – save when

There is Love;

And when you work with Love,

You bind yourself to yourself

And to one another

And to God.

Kahlil Gibran.

The Prophet

I Am A Soul

I am a Soul


The above is particularly meaningful for me; as my experiences over the last 10 months have embedded this truth to a degree where human doubt and the illusion of separation have receded into a faint distant memory as if they had never been. Some of you may have noticed that I have been very quiet for many months. This is not an accident. In May this year after 56 years of robust health [which my consultants described as ‘disgustingly rude health’] with no medications, out of the blue one day, a day like any other…an emergency overtook me and within hours I had been rushed into hospital where I would stay for a week, running the usual gauntlet of tests and some more of a more invasive kind. I was not in the least perturbed, my robust health would see me through, I had no worries. Result after result came back, fine, fine, excellent, really good, excellent…until the final result came 7 days later diagnosed cancer of the lining of the womb.

To say your life flashes in front of you was not exactly my experience, I would describe it more like being run over by an express locomotive in slow motion…because we never think it will happen to us. Especially not the healthy us. Not now, not with so much to live for. Even the consultant had the grace to look shocked. And then the miracles began. If the random emergency had not happened, he assured me…this would never have been picked up. No test would have diagnosed this. It was the earliest possible stage. The cancer was well contained…in a “most beautiful position”…An operation could be all that was needed.

From that point for 24 hours I shook, wobbled, howled and was filled with an animal type fear in a very human way. I had to tell my husband [who at 20 years old had lost his own father to bowel cancer;] and see the horror and pain in his eyes. I had to tell my 5 children who would then tell my grandchildren. I had to tell my elderly parents, 88 and 92…also in robust health who would swap places with me like a shot…if only they could. And I had to really decide things that I had not had to decide upon before. How now did I want to handle this, what did I want to do…how could I travel this journey. There was no escape hatch, no way out, I could not bargain, plead or do anything right now to get out of this. I had to go through the middle of it. This is a very individual journey accompanied by those who love and surround us.

After the first 24 hours a divine strength filled me to overflowing. It was as if the Higher power had infused me utterly and was the strength that I was not. It cushioned and supported me, gave me clear thinking and courage and hope. I did not assume everything would be physically all right, far from it. But I knew that whatever happened, I was alright. I did not need to plead, or bargain or do anything except be and hug that Love. I knew that the Divine Love we name God loved me and was reaching right down and cradling me, supporting me, hugging me…and walking alongside me. I never felt alone, there was a complete tangible presence with me at all times, so near I could almost reach out and touch it, smell it, feel it. The ‘worlds’ were colliding, there was no space in between, no distance…just Love. Any outcome was guaranteed to be Love. It was not for me to reason or understand, it was completely beyond all that.

6 weeks later I had the operation. I was surrounded from the start by loving caring [and spiritually aware] professionals, and embraced and cushioned by the Divine Presence throughout. In the anaesthetic room, which is quite small and filled with equipment, the whole operating staff came through to see me, have a chat, reassure me and generally touch base with me. The atmosphere was relaxed, unhurried, peaceful and felt safe. As they left I could actually feel  my parents, my grandparents, my husband, my sister… I could tell you where they were standing and how they were smiling at me…I could literally feel them as if they were physically there with me…at one point the room seemed somewhat overcrowded to say the least! And then, I was away…in their expert hands.

I woke after 4 and a half hours in theatre…exhilarated [I am told it is the opium high!]…and listened to the rain on the windows and the Sea King helicopter revving up outside our beautiful Highland hospital, its crew dedicated to saving life in whatever conditions the weather throws at them. That was an awesome 8 hours before daylight broke, just resting in and breathing in the most rarefied atmosphere of Divine Presence, giving constant thanks in that breathing in and out for being alive, for coming through the operation, for my children, husband, life…for living in a country where medicine makes this possible whether we have money or not, for our medical ability in this country, our being able to have the drugs and anaesthetics’ and specialist equipment that makes all this possible at all….there is always so much to be grateful for.  The following day I came home to the sheltering love of my husband, and over the next few days and weeks my daughters came and stayed for a few days at a time, each bringing their own unique gifts of character and colourful personality which all combined, produced a loving healing space. A week later the biopsy results came through. Clear…no need for further treatment. No chemo, no radiotherapy. There was a gift in the earliest of diagnosis’s.

For 10 months I have not blogged. I have simply been present and accepting of life in each moment. And there have been casualties  and deaths. Deaths of unhealthy ‘friendships’ that masked hidden agendas of treachery behind their seemingly friendly faces as they sat in our social circles. For that we are most grateful. These things have no place to exist in the home of Divine Love.  Deaths of situations that were no longer desired or healthy. And there have been births… in Divine gifts of the arrival of the new, and the restored. Much more than cancer was cut out. And much more has been given back to us than just life.

For 10 months I have been happily sitting in the silence, breathing and drinking it in. What next? was not a thing I was prepared to hurry myself into answering in any way. What would be would be. If there was nothing to come for me to do, that was fine. If there was something for me to share that too was fine. Love is always the answer to the question. It is who we are.

Love is its own constant answer to its own eternal question…and Love is the Silence and the Never-Ending Conversation.


Make A Gift of your Life

Make a gift of your life and lift all…by being kind, considerate, forgiving, and compassionate at all times, in all places, and under all conditions, with everyone as well as yourself. This is the greatest gift anyone can give.
David R. Hawkins