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Ingrid Oliphant
Aug 18, 20204 min read
On Demons
I work with ‘invisible’ beings, those that most cannot see. I am surrounded by them. They span the spectrum from Ancestors to angels,...
Ingrid Oliphant
Sep 25, 20158 min read
Baraka
Are you First Nations? Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist. ~ Guy de...

Ingrid Oliphant
Apr 29, 20145 min read
Question o’ the day: Are you Reiki trained?
The bouncing red ball that started it all. Today’s question is from an email received last night. DM wrote: “Are you reiki trained? What...
Ingrid Oliphant
Dec 12, 20131 min read
We don’t need no steenking trolls!
Stories can be instructive on a multitude of levels. Here, I share a real one about ugliness and how we may be missing something critical...
Ingrid Oliphant
Nov 8, 20134 min read
I Have Become-A Mystic’s Realization of Self
I’m asked with some frequency if I believe in reincarnation, past lives, life after death, the afterlife, Heaven, and such. Invariably,...
Ingrid Oliphant
Jun 24, 20136 min read
Honesty…honestly. It’s about time I was honest with myself and the rest of the world.
“As a child I felt myself to be alone, and I am still, because I know things and must hint at things which others apparently know nothing...
Ingrid Oliphant
Jun 10, 20132 min read
On Mastery and Doubt
On June 3, I posted this on the UnCommon Touch facebook page: “Are we *so* sure that we’re not “being real” or our “authentic self”? Are...
Ingrid Oliphant
Aug 14, 20113 min read
What if it really is “In Between the Stories”?
Inspired by Rumi, blog posts about hate, love and god; and 24 hours steeped in connection with all that is. In Between Stories ~ Rumi Did...
Ingrid Oliphant
Jun 1, 20114 min read
Spiritual Naivety?
There are those who think of me as ‘merely’ naive when it comes to things of spirit. Here, I ask they consider their own limitation of...
Ingrid Oliphant
Apr 23, 20112 min read
This Morning Say I AM You
When I woke up this morning, I felt my body pulsing in a manner not entirely my own. It’s not an unusual thing for me. I always know...

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