'conversations' with . . . roni lipstein & aline ohannessian of Santuaire Soul Sanctuaryon 'inner child radio'

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'conversations' with . . .

roni lipstein

aline ohannessian

"the Divine Lights"

 ~ of ~

Sanctuaire Soul's Sanctuary

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Sanctuaire Soul’s Sanctuary began, in 1991, across the ocean shore, backpacking an adventure of inspired dreams, awakened in the heart, mind and soul of a young, renaissance woman.

Her name, Rhonda Sheryl Lipstein {Roni}, and her dream, her ultimate goal,

“to create a micro-city, a Spiritual Retail Community Lounge, whose sole purpose; to empower Community, our Earth School Family, with the Soul Love of Wisdom and Wellness.         

A Community who thrives on the strengths of each of her inhabitants whilst engaging each of their weaknesses to the point of transformed empowerment.

 A community where the “rich give to the poor” and the unexpected always occurs”….

 ~ Sites ~

http://radiatinglove.me/

http://www.ustream.tv/user/BEingLOVE

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roni lipstein

&

aline ohannessian

"the Divine Lights"

 ~ of ~

Sanctuaire Soul's Sanctuary

Monday, December 6th, 2010

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"BE" Empowered . . . "BE" Enlightened . . . "BE" Embraced

Thank you my Beloved Friends

Blessings and Love to You

just bill

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all it takes . . .

all it takes

all it takes is

a stare

a gesture

a look

a glance by chance

and the brother wants your life

all it takes is

a gun

a uniform

a place in space

where you know no one

and you are ready to kill

at will

children with no face

waste the land that is not yours

but looks the same in this game

a war torn neighborhood

that used to be all good

until  . . .

you . . .

fill in the blanks

thanks

what is it we see

when we come to be a part

of this heart – less ?

or heart none

cold steel gun

a holder

that makes you bolder

to pull that trigger

go figure

i ain’t that . . .

guy

why

for that’s my Son

he may be my only one

or my last one

ain’t no fun

getting dressed in black

with a black heart

to be a part

of some senseless ass going away ceremony

what is your testimony

to you, your self

is that all it takes

and there are those who sit

untouched

yet motivated by your

unsure – ness

blind – ness

weak – ness

sheeple – ness

is that

all it takes

we are fed violence

from the day of our birth

on this earth

as we seek our worth

and our self esteem

yet we dream

of brighter days

brighter ways

but the electric is off Mom

the lights are not on

so we cling to the illusions,

the delusions

be it wrong

that we belong

to some sacred patriotic honorable creed

indeed

is that all it takes

for goodness sakes

the baby inside awakes

and is suffering

and hungry

the inane pain

will never go away

never wane

for you took a life

that was not yours,

but you gladly gave yours away

with some thoughtless act

of jealousy

patriotism

hate

wait

you did not even know the victim

as you followed your dictum

of the stupidity of non being

not seeing . . .

is that all it takes

and this duplication

of stupefied indoctrination

becomes a systemic epidemic

of the lack of “Self Love”

and understanding

Perhaps we should start demanding

get rid of the Video games

that teaches us to kill

at will

Life has no Reset Button

let us begin to see first our worth

on this earth

and there is no reset button for the divinity

you lost

no cross for you to bear

just a truth you fear

that your soul; has been

taken

stolen

broken

and now you think you’re rollin’

in your manhood

for you would be the one

behind those bars for life

wondering

questioning

was that all it took

yes

that’s all it takes

all it takes

is to play that same childhood game

“follow the leader”

but who is leading you

and your thoughts

and to what end

my friend

Patriotism ?

shit, the highest form of Patriotism is to me

and Humanity

for we

are all part

of one reality.

A bullet does not have feelings

or consciousness

but i do

for myself

and you

for i am so much more than this

ill – ness

will less – ness

to think less

and feel more

yes i am so much more

and i want so much more

so did my Son

the Sun of my Joy

My Boy

is Dead

for . . .

that’s all it takes

 

(c)  20 October 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

'conversations' with . . . Fantasy Artist Christine Von Lossberg on 'inner child radio'

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'conversations' with . . .

Fantasy Artist

Christine Von Lossberg

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Christine Says


I HAVE BEEN A ARTIST ALL OF MY LIFE, I TAUGHT MYSELF BY JUST TRYING DIFFERENT MEDIUMS AND CREATING DIFFERENT STYLES OVER THE YEARS. I LIKE TO CREATE FANTASY TYPE ART THE BEST. I AM A MOTHER TO TWO WONDERFUL PEOPLE AND A GRANDMOTHER TO FOUR. I AM A NATIVE BORN CALIFORNIAN RAISED AT THE BEACH WITH A LOVING AND CREATIVE FAMILY. HERE IS A LITTLE OF MY BACKGROUND.

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Fantasy Artist

Christine Von Lossberg

Monday, November 29th, 2010

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Thank you my Beloved Friends

Blessings and Love to You

just bill

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for we are so much more . . .

for we are so much more . . .

i laughed, i cried

i lived, i died

so many times over

every time i realize that i am awake

i get up the courage to go for

the actualization of a better place

that we all have always dreamed of

and what better space should it reside

but in our hearts bathed with our love

i embrace this journey of discovery

so empowering is each step

i am encouraged to joyously saunter

for our joy filled work is not done yet

in the embracing of our perceptions

at times we limit our moments in being

as we acquiesce to the finiteness

and the temporal aspects of seeing

yes we are in truth so much, much more

than what we hold on to and believe

our minds and thought are beyond the universal

there fore we have the power to conceive

for our potential always stands above

that which our lives have humbly tested

‘tis the grandeur of eternity and the infinite

upon which our souls have been vested

so i in all due humility beseech you and my self

that we let go of boundaries, fences and such

let thy definitions evolve as does our lives

let not thy illusion become thy crutch

for we are so much more . . .

(c) 25 November 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

i am thankful . . . in this moment

i am thankful . . . in this moment

i love Jesus with all my Heart

as i love you

i love Mohamed with all my Heart

as i love you

i love Buddha with all my Heart

as i love you

i love Krishna with all my Heart

as i love you

I love all things

i love Source, God, Creator

as i love you

i love all things

that which appears as Nothingness

i love

that which appears as Abundance

i love

that which appears as Possibility

i love

the Dark

i love

the Light

i love

the Known

i love

the Un-Known

i love

i love LOVE !!!!

i am not defined by my illusions

nor am i defined by my delusions

nor am i defined by allusions

nor those things of the world

nor those things of religions

nor those things of the practices of man

nor those things i perceive as my Spirituality

as an embodiment of source man can not define “Self” within the confined mind of man

i submit and allow that i may be defined by that which is endless and infinite

i submit and allow to the never ending journey we call life

as the flower that blossoms

so do we

for it is the Seed that made this possible

but it was the Fruit that ushered forth the Seed

and it was the Gardener who tilled the Soil

and planted that Seed !

who is this Gardener that created this endless cycle of existential possibilities ?

who is this one that i should offer and submit “Self” to ?

who is this energy that tends the Gardens of our lives ?

do i know who He / She / It is ?

Today i offer in all due reverence my gratitude

for the Gardener

the Seed

the Soil

the Blossom

the Fruit

for i am all these things

all of these things reside in me

and “i” in them

for as is my Source, so am “i”

for beyond the illusions

the delusions

the allusions

we are ONE

we are the embodiment Love

the image of Source reflected upon “IT’s” Self is Love !

and “i” am Love . . .

and . . .

i am thankful . . . in this moment

for life is but a series of moments . . .

appreciate them all . . .

“BE” thankful !

(c) 25 November 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Happy Thanksgiving . . . .

Greetings my Beloved Family,

First of all for us all regardless of our cultural diversity and uniqueness, i wish you all a wonderful day tomorrow and every day. For those who celebrate an actual Holiday, Thanksgiving and those who do not, may your day be one that never ends. To be in a position to be filled with Gratitude and Thanks is a blessing for each of us and the World as well. All too often we must be reminded by way of holidays to embrace our greatest gifts . . . . that of a Caring and Loving Soul. I my self am guilty as charged.

But i simply wanted to take this moment to extend my Heart and my Thankfulness to each of You and Your Families. I celebrate you for just being who you are and as you are.

Do have a peaceful day embracing your own Divinity and the Source of our Oneness as a Humanity that is growing into our potential . . . .  Love.

Blessings to you all . . .

Bill

shaking the Jell-O

shaking the Jell-o

i am comfortable in my own little world

just don’t shake my Jell-o

you will get me to . . .

wiggling and Jiggling and Squiggling around

and perhaps i will get uncomfortable

as i come to the room temperature of Reality

i will start to melt

and then i will have to reconsider my form

such things as

am i really what i thought i was

did the Mold define me

enhance me

or did it just romance me

into becoming what it wanted me to be

am i defined by the fruit i contain ?

or am i the fruit ?

Now that i think about it

what color am i where do i fit in

i feel like my whole of existence is but for the consuming

am i really Sweet and Popular

does Bill Cosby really like me

or is he too but a corporate puppet utilized to push an agenda

am i supporting this indoctrinated mindset by going along

without doing some shaking of my own

but what can i shake

stir up, change

affect to effect

All the children love me

and i too love them

which is why i give them these sugars

to bring smiles

albeit there are concerns

for which we should discern

about what becomes learned . . .

yeah i got my Jell-o shaking now

and i am melting the more

with the effort i give

losing my character

or the illusions thereof

i am what they made me to be

Sweet and Sappy and Syrupy forgetfulness

of our Moments

our Nows

as the world of all the Sugar Junkies we call children forget

where true happiness lies

in the embracing of each other’s hearts

the smiles

the Joyful Playing

in the naturalness of things

of life

kissing the Sun,

the Moon

the Stars, the Butterflies and Rainbows and Tree and Flowers . . .

but most of all . . .

kissing the grandeur of all sweetness . . .

Life !

the life i see in your eyes

the twinkle

the jiggle of joy as we dance

to the music of being

feeling the Rhythms of Creation

as we shake our Jell-o

(c) 21 November : William S. Peters, Sr.

Miles of stillness

miles of stillness

here i sit in a sort of quiet stillness

Miles is caressing

tickling my consciousness

intriguing me to listen

The soothing notes of contemplative softness

releases my pensiveness

and i sigh

there are no whys anymore

pulling at me

prodding and poking me

to engage,

i am just being

the flow

the darkness i embrace . . .

embraces me

in it’s unknowing

but yet to be discovered wonder . . .

i do no longer stumble

for i am in quiet stillness

listening

to the heart beat within me

keeping pace

in a place

called “MY Space”

i hear

i watch

my breath

coming . . . . going

sowing light,

the light of peace without cease

connecting to my greater self

found in things . . .

all of them

i can not hear

but i can see the noise of thought

vying for my attention

i smile at her incessant beckoning

seeking her own reckoning

in the dance of subterfuge

again i smile

and i recline

to the midst of these lines

i lay down

for Miles’ horn owns me now

and i am drifting in “A” minor

as a major “Unmovement”

in stillness

Miles of stillness

ADDENDUM

the cessation of my desires

has released my peace

i smile

yet again

for i am no longer a captive

i watch my driving wants

being driven away

along the dry River Bed

in my

Miles of stillness

i languidly lay here, prone

with no agendas

but that of my pen

and the untethered expressions evoked

and this place of revokedness

is no longer on the map

of my now boundary-less self

yes

in and with my

Miles of stillness

there no “BE” longing

or longing

no right

 or wronging to be done

in this non place

that requires no definitive description

of being

of . . .

Mile of stillness

(c) 20 November 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

a requiem for a day of love . . .

a requiem for a day of love . . .

The morning Sun burns brightly,

bathing me in it’s warmth.

The Trees of the Wood are awakening,

to reach for the Heavens once more.

The Birds begin their Song of Celebrance,

singing of Life’s utter grandeur.

and i, i am a witness to this glory . . .

a requiem for a day of love.

I hear a gentle breeze,

caressing the leaves.

I see the shadows dance across the field,

for their time for play has come.

The Crow caws across the semi still morning,

and the creeping ones of the Earth,

stir about with the rhythms of the Mother.

and i, i am a witness to this glory . . .

a requiem for a day of love.

The Flowers slowly open their petals,

that they may impart their blissful fragrance,

to the world of us all.

The Morning Breeze becomes urgent,

can you hear her call?

Why even the vagrant Weeds are dancing,

without a fall, as they too paint a picture,

upon the landscapes of life.

They hear the music, can you ?

and i, i am a witness to this glory . . .

a requiem for a day of love.

The Butterflies flittered and fluttered,

across the grass,

while the Bees began to awake,

and commence to collect,

their bountiful “Rent of Love”,

As the Squirrels foraged as Squirrels do,

mixing the play of Limb Jumping with their work.

and i, i am a witness to this glory . . .

a requiem for a day of love.

i saw the Worm slowly inch himself,

across the ground,

gladly offering himself for Breakfast.

The Flies a flying ,

and the Crickets still crying,

as did my Heart full of understanding,

for Life has embraced me in Light.

and i, i am a witness to this glory . . .

a requiem for a day of love.

~ wsp ~

© 2008 : William S. Peters, Sr.

self turned . . . . the Video

self turned . . . .

self turned . . .

i have been Accused

i have been Tried

i have been Convicted

i have been Sentenced

i have been Condemned

all by my own choosing . . .

“Self” has turned on me

“dimed” me out

why . . . i don’t know

i trusted him with my life

like a brother

just like he was my own

and he turned on me

i mean we shared everything together

we were the same Mind

the same Heart Beat

the same Breath

when you saw him . . .  you saw me

we were inseparable . . .

or so i thought

“Self” has turned on me

Over the years i have cared for him

i have fed him

we have dined at the finest restaurants

ate the most exotic foods

drank some of the finest wines

together

i have nurtured him

i even gave in to his small petty bullshit demands

i tolerated him

i clothed him

i even brushed his teeth and wiped his ass

i took him for walks

even though he did not really appreciate them

but i did it for his own good

we danced together

sang together

played together

i took him shopping

i even allowed him to be wasteful

and purchase so much shit we did not need

nor want

nor appreciate my sacrifices

many times

and

“Self” has turned on me

i have taken that asshole traitor on Vacations

to exotic places

introduced him to women

and good friends

i thought we were having fun

together

i even taught him to try different things

why, i even taught him to read and write

i have sat up long nights keeping him company

discussing all his vexations

and foibles

when he was down on him self, it was i who picked him up

encouraged him

dusted him off

i supported him in every way i could

and this is how this ungrateful bastard repays me

yes . . .

“Self” has turned on me

perhaps that is why they call him “Selfish”

for it seems in the end all he does care about is him self

but what about “me”

i have shed tears for him

i have laughed with him

i even embraced his issues

and his problems

and his trials and tribulations

as my own

i even shared his Joys

and his laughter

and his smiles

when he was happy . . .

i was happy

wait until i see him

he is a superficial

self delusional

self justifying

self edifying

self praising

lazy  no good for nothing . . .

“Self” has turned on me

No , , ,  Wait . . . .

i can not allow my “Self” to go out like this

Me, i am loving

i am kind

so i shall

i must forgive him

for all of his transgressions

past

present

and those to come

for

i am a loving God Created Divine Entity

i can not grow as long as i embrace this attitude

if i come to hate . .

what would become of me ?

perhaps i will just seek “self” out

and sit in silence with him

perhaps this is the time he really does need me

perhaps he too is hurting

and truly in need a friend

a hug

a smile

perhaps

i know we are truly brothers

perhaps we are truly one

Yes,

let me reach out

yes, though “Self” has turned on me

i am encouraged

for i am blessed

i can bring Goodness to this situation

i can bring Love

i can bring Hope

i can bring Joy

for . . .  “I AM”

yes

for when Self turned on me

i turned on “Self”

and now we shall come together

in love of “Self”

for when “Self” turned on me

my eyes have opened

and i shall turn on Self

as

self turned . . .

(c) 19 November 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

"inner child radio" presents : "Conversations" with Dr. Pamela Nine

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'conversations' with . . .

Dr. Pamela Nine

Internationally Acclaimed

Psychic, Medium, Counselor and Spiritual Teacher

on

Inner Child Radio

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Pamela Nine, Ph.D., is internationally known as a "Messenger of Spirit" and highly acclaimed Psychic, Medium, Counselor and Spiritual Teacher. She has been in the wellness profession for more than
twenty years, and is the Owner of Nine Wellness Centre, located in Knoxville, TN. She is a Board Certified
Demapigmentologist, holds a Doctor of Philosophy Degree in religion and
specializes in Educational Programs and Intuitive, Grief and Spiritual
Counseling.

http://www.pamelanine.com

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"conversations" with

Dr. Pamela Nine

Monday, November 22nd, 2010

7 PM until 8 PM . . .Eastern Standard Time

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Blessings and Love to You

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the Saints Walk By

the Saints Walk By

the Saints are walking in the Holy Parade

playing the music we hear

whispering and singing and shouting and screams

within our dreams

wanna play ?

charades is the game of choice

in this game we call life

i pick up the blade, the knife

i attempt to consciously disengage

my consciousness . . .

the Spider Web of Doctrines and Beliefs

and the Foods of my Ancestors . . .

have i overeaten ?

they do say you are what you eat

but . . .

what was in that Casserole ?

my stomach hurts mommy

here she says . . .

take another pill

it will be all right in a little while

i trusted her

i trusted in the intentional goodness

and i am now contentionally weeping

in my soul

seeking resolve

as i evolve

the next day i fell

i skinned the knees of my divine self

i bled

they gave me a Band-Aid and some orange stinging liquid

that shit hurt !

must we be pained to heal ?

yet i am still bleeding

and the blood pours forth every day

by now i should be dead

for i have been bleeding it seems

since the beginning of time

my hands have been pierced in the palms

i can no longer grasp any truth

or any thing else for that matter

yes, i too bear a cross

upon which many times over i have been nailed

i look down from my perch of forsaken-ness

and i see yet still

the Saints Walk By

(c) 17 November 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

Herbie Hancock's all-star set

“i am” the greatest

“i am” the greatest

the greatest obstacle i will ever face

is the one i create in me

the greatest gift i will ever have

is when i open my eyes to see

that life is filled with wonder

and a grand possibility

that we have the choice of what we deem

to be what we wish to be

(c) 15 November 2010 : William S. Peters, Sr.

beaches of existence

beaches of existence

i was walking along the beaches of my existence

contemplating my shore and my Seas of deep

as i realized how far i have come and gone

i just stood and i started to weep

once again i have been delivered

to the safe harbor of dry land

i look to the Heavens with gratitude

for here is another day and i stand

i know once again i shall embark

on yet another journey, another quest

i pray that i may gather my light

as i enter thy dark with my best

i will don my armour of hope

to discover things i know not of

i shall depart with the zeal of the Midnight Stars

and give my light to the night with love

as you stand on the beaches of your existence

can you hear the Ocean’s mythical song

come with me and we shall quest as One

and let us fill our cup with that which we long

© 2008 : William S. Peters, Sr.