Take No Thought for Tomorrow. By David HoffmeisterIn the Bible, Jesus tells us to take no thought for tomorrow; that the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand. He emphasizes living in the present moment, in the eternal Now. He gives us the key to peace and eternal life. These are the Heralds of Eternity!God is pure love, and God wants to reveal pure love in
David Hoffmeister is a living demonstration of the deep teachings of non-duality and A Course in Miracles. For those who feel a deep call for Awakening in this lifetime David is pure inspiration!
Take No Thought for Tomorrow. By David HoffmeisterIn the Bible, Jesus tells us to take no thought for tomorrow; that the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand. He emphasizes living in the present moment, in the eternal Now. He gives us the key to peace and eternal life. These are the Heralds of Eternity!God is pure love, and God wants to reveal pure love in
David Hoffmeister is a living demonstration of the deep teachings of non-duality and A Course in Miracles. For those who feel a deep call for Awakening in this lifetime David is pure inspiration!
Take No Thought for Tomorrow. By David HoffmeisterIn the Bible, Jesus tells us to take no thought for tomorrow; that the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand. He emphasizes living in the present moment, in the eternal Now. He gives us the key to peace and eternal life. These are the Heralds of Eternity!God is pure love, and God wants to reveal pure love in
Echoes Within the Timber
As darkness settled upon the old house, a chilling stillness blanketed the rooms. The air itself felt thick with mystery. It was then that I first heard them - faint, murmuring sounds coming from behind the walls. Each enigmatic utterance seemed to carry a story, a fragment of memory. Were they voices of those who had dwelled within these floors b
Sounds from the Foundation
As darkness crept upon the ancient house, a bizarre stillness enveloped the rooms. The air itself felt heavy with mystery. It was then that I first detected them - faint, murmuring sounds coming from amongst the walls. Each cryptic utterance seemed to carry a story, a fragment of memory. Were they lamentations of those who had dwelled within these