by Rickie Avitan
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I vividly recall my early years growing up amidst the turmoil of war. Born on April 12, 1964, I was the youngest of ten siblings in a large family. The backdrop of my childhood was the constant sound of sirens, signaling us to seek refuge in bomb shelters at any time

by Merle R. Saferstein
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In 1984, when I sat down to write in a dream log, I had half-filled for a Gestalt class I took, I had no idea I was beginning what turned out to be a lifelong journaling practice. I was approaching my thirtieth birthday, had two small children, was a stay-at-home mom, and

by Rev. Dr. Samora Smith
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Little did I know that my first task as Associate Director of The New Seminary for Interfaith Studies would be the catalyst for a profound voyage of self-discovery and a deep understanding of my soul’s purpose. Amidst the pandemic’s uncertainty, I had the privilege of meeting Hehakapa “Delwin Fiddler”

by Scott Lyons
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Powerful Encounters with Psychedelic Mushrooms: Shaping My Path
Let’s rewind to 2004, a fresh chapter after high school, college’s first year. In a web development class, I met a fellow student who was a musician. And at the time I got my guitar and worked on it for about a