By Galactic Love Reporter Boo Walker

9 March, 2012

In my meditations last evening I was repeatedly asked to go inward in a deeper way than I can remember doing before. Pictures of the flower of life sphere appeared with the geometric pattern expanding inward, layer after layer until it disapeared into infinity.

Then my old friends, a lovely group of Carmelite nuns, came forward bathing me in their blissful silence. I'm not Christian, in fact most of my adult life I've given myself the label of a Pagan. When I was younger I used to think the nuns were from a past life of mine, but they are simply wonderful souls who help me out from time to time because I treasure the peace of silence and get feeling anxious and claustrophobic in the presence of too many words.