Author: AhnyaLi Koan

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The World Needs Dreamers That Do – Law of Attraction in Action

…or something like that.

Did you ever watch Fraggle Rock? …a half hour puppet show in the 70’s that had several brands of Beings. Amongst them, were Doosiers who lived to build and tear down and move the pieces to build again somewhere new and Fraggles who lived to dream and play all day (and eat the structures Doosiers build).
law of attraction, wisdom, Inner Guidance, ho'oponoponoBoth of them were quite happy being who they were, and neither could imagine for a moment having fun as the other. Fraggles felt constricted and constrained by the Doosier consistency and focus. Doosiers were dismayed and anxious to think of a whole day going by with no progress or production.

I watched and laughed and wondered: Which am I? And what if I am a little of both? Continue reading “The World Needs Dreamers That Do – Law of Attraction in Action”

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Sanctuary for the Divine – Physical Well-being Re-defiined

self esteem, physical well being, law of attraction, ho'oponoponoOur bodies are sanctuaries for the Divine. I read that yesterday, and it stopped my mind in its tracks.
 That’s a good thing.

I’ve tended to think of my body and other peoples’ bodies, as I believe most of us do, in terms of function and size and shape; measuring always how it could do better, look better, feel better. For most of my Life experience, how I measured myself to this criteria determined my sense of esteem and confidence on this playground called Earth.

My body is a sanctuary for the Divine. Continue reading “Sanctuary for the Divine – Physical Well-being Re-defiined”

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Living On The Brink of Perpetual Awakening

law of attraction, ho'oponopono, diabetes, spiritual awakeningIn December 1983, I was in a high speed/head on automobile collision that changed my Life to such an extent that I didn’t know what or how or who I would be after I recovered; people who knew me before the accident thought I must be a Walk-In (a popular concept back then). As I healed from the head injury and came to terms with type 1 Diabetes that emerged as a result of the accident… as I floated in the space between what was and what was becoming, I wrote this poem:

When the bottom dropped out,
I was scared.
Silly me.
For did these feet grow wings. Continue reading “Living On The Brink of Perpetual Awakening”