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Lift the ground where you stand. – Alisha Das

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1611, 2016

What We Can Learn About True Freedom From Ex-Convicts, Special Ops Vets and Byron Katie

By |November 16th, 2016|Categories: Articles, Transforming Limiting Beliefs|0 Comments

Sweetie, you're not getting this. I could be like Hannibal Lector and bite a nose off a face. I could have my guys kill for me, but I liked it to be up close and personal. I killed pimps, cho mo's [Child molesters], dealers (the cops would actually thank me, [...]

2811, 2015

The Three Magic Words that Allow Us To Receive Divine Guidance

By |November 28th, 2015|Categories: Articles|Comments Off on The Three Magic Words that Allow Us To Receive Divine Guidance

N.B. from Alisha: I edited the following transcript of comments from both Michael and I at one from one of our classes. For simplicity, I use the first person throughout. The subject is so vast and challenging, please consider this just our first blush of describing (really just pointing towards) [...]

505, 2014

Everyman Atlas

By |May 5th, 2014|Categories: Poetry|0 Comments

Everyman Atlas     You think, I can't do it, what if they hate me? I think, in-utero, my mother hated me I was raped, age 4, by a janitor, keys jangling. I am wrangling back my query to the apathetic, ethnically-ambiguous 7-11 cashier, "Please, just tell me who I [...]

1303, 2014

Prodigal

By |March 13th, 2014|Categories: Alisha Das, Poetry|Tags: |0 Comments

Prodigal Martyr, Predator, Loser, Whore. . .whoever is in you-gather them unto your wide heart.For God loves all His creation(Including yours.)While you rushed out to live the good lifethe parts of you that weren't good enoughslipped out the backand suited up in disguises hewn of your humiliationAfter your winter of [...]

603, 2014

Loverush

By |March 6th, 2014|Categories: Poetry|Tags: |0 Comments

Loverush It quiets, slows,and then obediently disappears-the busy, strident world-when I gaze into the ocean of your eyes.Their waves of light unclench the fist of my mind.I rise up, enter youin parts.My thoughts adriftfind sanctity in your shore;while the body of my pastis liberated in the deep of now. Look [...]

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