In the flickering lantern light of 17th-century Edo—modern-day Tokyo—a fisherman named Hanaya Yohei stood at a riverside stall, his hands slick with the morning's catch. The air hummed with the chatter of merchants and the distant clatter of wooden geta sandals on cobblestones. Yohei wasn't just selling fish; he was inventing a revolution. Pres
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
Sounds from the Foundation
As darkness crept upon the old house, a chilling stillness enveloped the rooms. The air itself felt oppressive with secrecy. It was then that I first detected them - faint, whispering sounds coming from behind the walls. Each cryptic utterance seemed to carry a story, a glimmer of history. Were they lamentations of those who had lived within these
Sounds from the Foundation
As darkness settled upon the venerable house, a unsettling stillness blanketed the rooms. The air itself felt thick with mystery. It was then that I first perceived them - faint, rustling sounds coming from amongst the walls. Each enigmatic utterance seemed to carry a story, a glimmer of memory. Were they lamentations of those who had lived within