Only 11 days left!

??????????????A gentle reminder that the door for ordering your own personal Divine Life’s Purpose Template for 2017 closes on April 1st, 2017.

Which means there are only 11 days left, counting today, to commission this work.

If you are interested, go to Your Divine Life’s Purpose Template for 2017 to read more about them. If you decide you want one, do make contact immediately, either via email or at the ‘contact’ section below. It takes time to do each one, so there will only be room left to create a few.

These are powerful challenging times. Being the best you can be, shining your light, bringing love into the world  – all are needed, perhaps now more than ever.

Sacred geometrical templates can be an incredibly helpful tool.

As always, I wish you much joy.

The door is open!

The door to the Divine Life’s Purpose Templates for 2017 is now open.

These are individually created templates specifically for you and this coming year. To read more about them, click on the page in the headings above. When you’re ready to order, simply email me and we’ll go from there.

2017 promises to be a special time – challenging probably, and yet when lived with deep knowing, it can prove to be a time of great love and possibility. This is why this door has been opened, to help you bring that love and possibility into your own life, and hence into our world that love, divine and everlasting, may prevail – for all.

I look forward to hearing from  you.

Namaste and many blessings.

Your Divine Life’s Purpose Template for 2017

THESE ARE CHALLENGING TURBULENT TIMES. They call on us to be the best we can be and they call on us to be as centred and balanced as possible. Not always easy to do as the world spins, sometimes madly, around us.

THERE IS A FEELING THAT 2017 WILL BE A YEAR OF GREAT CHANGE. Like all such change, windows of growth and opportunity hover within. Whether we spot them, take advantage of them, evolve through them, is up to us. But if in our heart of hearts we are determined to live our true potential and divine purpose, then utilizing those windows becomes imperative.burning candles, like a heart

With this in mind, the following NEW Sacred Geometry Template is being made available.

YOUR DIVINE LIFE’S PURPOSE TEMPLATE FOR 2017

These are personal templates created specifically for you – to help you hone in on, activate, and live with harmony and love your Divine Life’s Purpose for the year 2017. They do not override nor take the place of a large Master Life’s Purpose template, if you have had one done or are thinking of getting one done. What they do is help you awaken to and deal specifically with your divine purpose for these turbulent times within the coming year. They provide you with the energetic support and multi-dimensional awareness that comes through the power of sacred geometry and that is specifically oriented to you, so that you may claim your place at the table of love in action (with as much clarity as possible) during these shifting times.

Here are the details:      Each template will be done on high-quality watercolor paper in either Black or Gold ink (the choice is yours). They will be 11”x 15” in size. The cost is $195. (+shipping/packaging) and is in Canadian funds.

The window for ordering these templates is NOVEMBER 1st, 2016 until APRIL 1st, 2017.

You are welcome to pre-order if you like. A $50 non-refundable payment is necessary to hold your place. Obviously, since these are individually created and only so many can be done within the allotted time period, orders are taken on a first-come-first-serve basis. *Please note, there is no discount on these templates.

If this resonates with you and you want to order or to know more, do email me, aliana at 22shangrila.com or leave a note below with your contact details.

More than ever, your light and your love are needed. That is why this offer has been created. May it speak to your heart and help light your way.

 

 

The Man and The Angel

*This wee story looks long but it really isn’t, so hang in there. And thanks for that!

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The Man and The Angel                                        By: Aliana Alani ©2016

The man and the angel were sitting on the fence drinking tea. The kind that helps you see more clearly. The man thought it was your everyday ordinary black tea. The angel knew otherwise.  They were sitting on a lovely stone fence, the kind with rocks and moss and tiny pretty flowers peeking out. It was a grand day. A day of sunlight upon green grasses. One could almost say that it was magical. Not a dark cloud in the sky.

The angel hovered in thought, picking his moment. The man waited. He could feel something coming. After all, they’d had these chats before.

“It’s a grand day.” The angel said, stating the obvious.

“Aye, it is.”

“You’re fond of grand days, are you not?”

“I am.”

“It would be a shame for that to change.” The angel threw that out gently.

The man fussed a little within. He didn’t take much to round-about conversations. “And why, for the love of God, would that change? Other than your occasional storm, that is.”

The angel let out a sigh. “The words of the world are spinning into a great tempest, my friend. Soon all the ranting and raging will erupt like an angry volcano. What will happen then will depend largely on what happens now.”

“You’re talking in riddles again.”

“Then I’ll be direct.” The angel smiled. The man nodded, though he inwardly knew it was highly probable that he was not going to like what was to be said at all at all. “You didn’t come here for this – all this fighting and fuming, this destroying of things.”

“I thought you said we came here to learn.”

“You did. But you came here to remember who you are more. Besides, do you not think you’ve learned about destruction enough?  It would seem to us that you acquired a PhD in it lifetimes ago. All you’re doing now is circling the wagons of remembering. What’s to learn in that?”

“You’re exaggerating.”

“Am I? Even if I was,” the angel sighed again, “the point is this – you’re running out of time. You must come home to your true being now. You came to this exquisite planet to participate in all of its beauty, not destroy it, so that you could open to the garden of life that exists within yourself and all creation, and in so doing, dare to dive into the deepest caverns of your own heart so that you would know, beyond question or doubt, that you, YOU, my friend, are indeed divine love incarnate.”

Your man blushed. “Aye, well I wouldn’t go that far. I’m a fair enough lover, I’ll grant you that, but…”

“You know what I’m saying.

The man nodded. “And if we dive into that deep heart? What then?”

The angel smiled. “Then you’re home – wherever you are.”

The man swirled that one around in his mind. “Will it really make a difference?”

“It will to you.”

He grinned. “And what happens to one happens to all.”

The angel looked him straight in the eye. “You could say that.”

The man thought about it for a moment, feeling the impact of the angel’s gaze, then he took a colossally deep breath and popped down off the fence, straightening his jacket as he landed, as if he was about to meet God Himself. “Right then, I’ll give it a go.” He paused, turned to the angel. “But you’d best hang around for awhile – to make sure I get it right.”

“As you wish.”

With that, they sauntered together, the man and the angel, with a glint and a laugh, into the light of the green grasses and the soft air of tomorrow today.

Okay Folks…

single red rose 3TOMORROW IS SUNDAY … so be daring, start early, grab that glorious radiant gold ring of love, wrap it like a soft blanket around your heart, and – SHINE, SHINE, SHINE.

WHY? Because you’re needed. WHY ELSE? Because it’s who you are!

HELP LIGHT THE WORLD WITH LOVE.

 

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Remember

Love is the answer.

Always has been.            Always will be.

Thoughts to ponder…

 

COMING HOME TO LOVE                     Aliana Alani ©2016

 

As a world community and as a species, we stand on the precipice of loving. To dive deep into the ocean of love or to linger at its edges becomes the question. It is a question that often feels perennial, for we have been here before. We have danced its dance, fluttered its wings of possibility, even dipped our toes into its serene waters, and then, except for a few, retreated back to the comfort zones of what is commonly called, the norm.

Prophets and messiahs over the ages have all spoken to the essence and power of love. Sometimes we have listened. But more often than not, we have morphed and crafted those gifts of knowing into forms that suit our desires and agendas of the time. We have chosen to take the small road, the droplets rather than the ocean.

For all our inner longing to love and be love – and everyone has it, no matter how prickly they may appear on the outside – we seem perpetually afraid to make the jump.

Yet here we are again.

Never has love been needed more, craved more, or called for more. Never has the world needed more healing, nor have we needed more loving. So what do we do?

And when we speak of the essence of love, what do we mean?

In truth, we are not talking about personal love at all. We are not talking about romantic love, as dazzling as that can be, nor familial love, as all-consuming as it sometimes is. No, the essence of love permeates every form/structure in existence down to the very cells, atoms, molecules, and particle waves of being. The essence of love is eternal, everlasting, endless – divine. It knows no limits, carries no judgements, has no bounds, and is a part of us all.

It is our true nature. Our heart of hearts. Our inner sanctum.  It is who we are.

So when we close off to this love, no matter how rational the reasons nor how fearful we may be at the time, we are closing a door to the very essence of our being – that divine spark of love that lives within us all, that nourishes us into loving expression. No wonder we often feel less than we know we can be.

So here we are at the precipice again. I have been a spiritual facilitator for a long time and I know in my  heart of hearts that this is our moment, our opportunity as a world community and as divine beings in human form to jump into that ocean of love and let it heal and transform ourselves and our world. This is our moment to come together, within ourselves and with each other, and to dare to love.

Remember – Love is the answer. Always has been. Always will be.

 

*If this resonates with you, please do share it. I’ll be posting more on Coming Home to Love and putting up a special page. I’ll also be putting out a call to join me in this leap of love, so click ‘follow’ if you want to know more.   

Bless you all    Be kind to each other.   Let love prevail.    

Aliana

Remembering…

Five years ago yesterday, April 24th, a beautiful light transcended this world, moving into a different level of being. His name was Sathya Sai Baba.

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Baba was many things to many people. For millions, he was a guiding light. For others, a challenge, even a threat. For me, strange as it might sound to some, he was like family – the spirit of a being you have known for so long but haven’t seen in eons. The universe brought me to his door, he opened it, I came through, and life was never the same.

His was a universal message. Though he spoke of many things over many years, there were two constants that wove like a gentle wave of energy through everything – Know that you are Divine, and be the Love you truly are. These are messages I too felt called to share when I became a spiritual facilitator.

As the years passed and I walked what sometimes seemed like different roads (that rabbit hole being one of them), Baba still wafted through the ethers of my world, usually popping up when I needed it most, a wee reminder that I was loved and protected.

Yesterday, as tears surprisingly flowed, I found myself remembering, and in the remembering, slowly coming home to a heightened level of purpose – one of those ‘Remember why you came here’ moments. tribute-graphic - sai babaAnd so once again, I find myself in deep love and gratitude to the man with eyes that could take you straight to the heart of the Eternal – Sathya Sai Baba.

I woke this morning with these words – they are for you – each and every one of you. I hope you will take them to heart.

 

You are the love you seek,
The peace you crave,
The abundance you desire.
You – infinite glorious radiance of the Eternal,
You are the one you have been waiting for.

The poem … ‘I Had A Dream’

Yesterday I posted a ‘Prelude’ to this poem to give you a sense of how it came to be, the feeling of power,magic, and yes perhaps even destiny, that wove round its coming into form. Here is the poem itself. It is very long so do hang in there. Thanks!

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I HAD A DREAM…                                      By:  Aliana Alani – updated ©2016

I had a dream on a wayward night when the moon was riding high.
A dream of the future once hidden so deep, now crying out to arrive.
A dream with a voice, a dream with a name, a dream with a purpose true.
A dream that grabbed me by the heart and begged me to see it through.

The dream spoke of a land, full and rich, steeped in the power of words.
Where voices whispered in morning mist and councils longed to be heard.
Where the earth was ancient and the song was of old, its colors royal too.
Where legends lived and prayers could be heard locked in the morning dew.

It spoke of a time when the world was right and the island knew its name.
When keys were forged in the glistening light of a golden destined flame.
Buried they were in the depths of the earth beyond terror and human sight.
Beyond evil hands and evil thoughts and intruders come to dig in the night.

For it was known then by those who could see between the sleeves of time
That hungry men would stretch their hands across the water’s broad line.
They would stretch and claw and grab for themselves pieces of the soil.
The land would burn, the land would bleed, and men would know only toil.

And all that was holy, all that was pure, would drown midst a sorrowful cry.
The power of the day would run for the dark, its magic now needing to hide.
Men’s spirits would live in the midst of night’s hue serenading a somber song
And all that was free, unfettered and true, would seem lost in a captor’s bonds.

The seed would be sent to foreign lands with young stomachs yet to be filled.
Such worlds appeared new, wild and alive; still the heart could not be stilled.
It longed for the green, it longed for the mist, it longed for those hidden keys
That called from the depths of that deep dark earth and promised a spirit free.

There would come a time when the world itself did not know which way to turn.
It would look to the left, it would look to the right, its lessons still not learned.
The seers knew such a time as that would wash harsh o’er the souls of this earth.
It would toss them and turn them, it would tumble them round, all before the birth.

They knew those keys would be needed then, so potent with life was their door.
Each encased in a golden light so pure, its spark took one straight to the core.
There would be no denying the power of its flame, no denying the power of truth,
No denying the light that would soon emerge, its flag flying o’er all of the earth.

It would come from an island once lost in pain, an island of war and of strife.
It would come from a place ancient yet new that oft seemed to have little life.
It would tear at the heart, sing to each soul, it would open doors so long bound.
It would call to the day, it would call to the night, it would call to the table round.

The island would live, the island would breathe, the island would claim its place.
From the north to the south, the east to the west, its spirit cast in lasting grace.
Its song would circle a troubled world, a loving voice long destined to be heard.
A white dove would fly from a hilltop high, and the dream would now emerge.

And those who had sat on that still dark night when the keys were buried deep
Who had watched them sink within rich moist soil, their secrets there to keep,
Whose hearts were etched in the print of the plan, fired within a golden mold,
Would be called from far, would be called from wide, their stories to be told.

They would place their print in the palm of the plan, the heart’s song to be sung.
The earth would tremble, the soil would shift, and the birthing would have begun.
Then the ghosts of the past meet the spirits of the day, awash in a glow of light
And that which was sorrow, that which was pain, is dissolved by a higher might.

Soon a love song is sung through emerald rain, a song so full and so strong.
Its call can be heard through forests and fears, through hatreds and rivers long.
It’s a song we long for, a song held in our hearts, a song the world needs to hear
Brought from an island long known for words, sacred and destined and clear.

I had such a dream on a wayward night when the moon was riding high.
A dream of a future once hidden so deep whose time had finally arrived.
A dream with a voice, a dream with a name, a dream with a purpose true.
A dream that grabbed me by the heart and begged me to see it through.

                           Aliana Alani © 2016

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 …for the heart song of Ireland