William Blake is born in London in the eighteenth century, when it was the beginning of an industrial and materialistic world. He fought against poverty and social injustices of the industrialized England. He has mastered the arts of drawing, painting, printmaking and poetry, to become a “revolutionary hero”…

In England, our most famous angelic spokesman was the poet, painter and prophet William Blake, who was born 28th November, 1757. From his early childhood, he saw visions of angels and spoke with the spirits of great personalities from ancient times. His deceased younger brother, Robert, became Blake’s ‘spirit guide’ and inspiration for him throughout his life and there are hundreds, if not thousands of references to angels throughout his works…

In Biblical times, those who saw manifestations of God or who heard the word of God were seen as great prophets and leaders. It was a common occurrence to be visited by an angel or have wisdom imparted to you through such means as a burning bush, but somehow down the ages, this started to be thought of as heresy or witchcraft, or even madness…

I don’t know how meditation and thoughtless awareness have changed me. There have been no medical cures or swerving life changes. I know that joy does not go away like the sunshine behind a rain cloud. I know that the blessings are always around me, even in the smallest of things. If I am not collecting these showering joys, it may be that I am simply holding the bucket upside down…

Beautiful photos of India. We present people, places, traditions, culture and a broad overview of the incredible beauty of India — something different and inspirational…

Imagine yourself starting to live in a world that is there but not yet there. Where everything works perfectly and there is a “network” established that is self-sufficient, beautiful and immaculate. It’s like the movie Avatar…

Thanksgiving without Turkey? Practically unthinkable! Whether it’s a twenty-pound bird or sweet potatoes mixed with marshmallows, surely everyone at the table will tell you of a thanksgiving dish they can’t do without…

And in that silence before the Dawn of a new day
We bow down before You – And know that Your Hand guides everything – And Your Eyes see everything – And whether good or bad – There is meaning to it all. A poem by D.Eckman.

We are all a part of something greater. We are each a stitch in a fabric which is stretching across an infinite universe. It has folds and pleats and a design of such delicate beauty created by the warp and weft of each thread. Everything is connected – including you and me…

There is a land unchanged, separate from our own. It is not distant, but very close. It a country we may never have visited, but it is not foreign. Don’t miss a thing. There is a lot to see.