Alchemy is the forebear of our chemistry, medecine, physics, and science. Also known as Hermeticism, it has roots many hundreds of years ago and sprouted in numerous cultures and places. As the result, it belongs to no individual heritage. In spite of its many truths, secrets, and benefits, a lot of history includes great efforts to wipe it out...
When I was in my early twenties, I felt overwhelmed, thoughts racing, fear driven, skittish. I could not settle my body or my thoughts. I was suffering from trauma, deprivation, and filled with unhelpful teachings from the church, my equally lost peers, and my family. I had no tools, no skills, no hope of finding safety in my body. I could not...
Tarweed Mystery School invites you to try this practice. It should take about twenty minutes. For best results, write down your impressions in a journal after you complete the meditation Sit or lie in a peaceful place where you will not be disturbed. Begin with Some breaths, simply watch the breath enter And leave the body with no effort And...
I copied one ancient text out by hand for three years Introduction: Three years of mornings with Patanjali A few years ago, I wanted to break my habit of plowing through books one after another, and that nagging sense I was wasting my time reading aimlessly. So I copied the Sutras of Patanjali every day for the past three years, a few lines at a...
Life Without Solitude You picked a hell of a time to abandon yourself You want to accomplish more, eat less, exercise more, be better at relationships or earning money. But you have trouble following through. You search for answers. You read more books, listen to more podcasts, attend more seminars. You can search for any problem on the web and...
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If you find yourself wondering whether you have gone back in time, you are not alone! The evidence is everywhere. Do you ever wake up in the morning and wonder what century it is? Do the headlines, your lifestyle, the things you see on the street remind you of a simpler time when nobody went to the doctor — because there weren’t any? Your...
“Did you just look at me? Look at me. — How dare you! Close your eyes.” Before the dubious and un-meaningful Oscars are distributed to the highest bidders, a few thoughts about The Favourite: I wasn’t up for yet another round with British ruling class. I’ve recently had my fix of plucky servants conjuring feasts for...
Our November Reading, produced by Peninsula Literary, videotaped by Midpen Media, is now online. Featuring Tarweed writer, Tania Martin, Nona Caspers, Joey Garcia, Bob Dickerson, Deborah Kennedy, Tanu Wakefield, and artist Trevlyn Williams, and introduced by Jean Znidarsic and Carrie Hechtman.
Avicennae As an apothecary during the first Middle Ages, I treated croupy children, aching joints, gout, leprosy, elephantitis, and plague. None of these had an actual cure. The best I could do was to pestle some herbs into a salve, and send them on their way. I watched helpless as people died of everything that has since been solved by vaccines...
