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YourStory: Freya and the Nature of Reality

Story by Gabrielle Holmefjord Freya had long golden hair, blue eyes and a lovely smile. She was a happy girl who was curious about life. Freya loved adventure. She also loved mountains, especially the quiet, open space beneath the tall pine trees. The best time to go up the mountain behind the town where she lived was at twilight when the space beneath the trees was illuminated by the light of the setting sun. It was...

YourStory: I Am Beautiful!

I am 20 years old. I have Cerebral Palsy. And I am wearing a short skirt for the very first time in my life. I feel awkward. I cannot assess at all whether it looks good or not. It’s just so different. Air, cold air, around my lower legs… some kind of sexiness… scary and joyful at the same time. I feel this is a big step for me. I don’t feel ashamed for my extraordinary legs and running style but I...

YourStory: Heroine BexakkA

On the evening of May 14, 1968, the expansive presence of our heroine BexakkA enters the zone of life on Planet Earth via Bozeman, Montana. Her mission? To clear her karmic debt and ascend! Of course, this is forgotten during passage through the birth canal. On her journey to remembering this birthright, she is surrounded by the everlasting love of her parents, family, and friends. Her first awakening occurs on a summer...

Gifts From A Dying Sister

By MEDEA BAVARELLA CHECHIK When we were children, my sister and I were very close. Being older by two years, I was the extrovert, the leader, and the fearless one. My parents used to say, “Because you are the eldest, you have to care for your little sister.” She used to follow me around and I would create all kinds of situations for both of us to experience. It was the way things were in those days, and we both...

YourStory: The River Beneath the River

The River Beneath the River By Donna Iona Drozda © 2000   “The old woman La Loba…who lives beneath and yet on the top side of the earth. She lives in us and through us and we are surrounded by her.” A great theft takes place when I am nineteen. It is a theft of my soul in three parts. The first loss comes in early June when my newborn baby is relinquished through adoption ‘for his and my own good’. He is...

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