Absolute Balance

The Magic of Being Quantum


Being Magical represents an energy I have been feeling for sometime, suggested in the title of this e-Zine. Now I really feel this Magical energy is here, that we are living in, and are creating, our new reality. The articles here draw from our new experiences as we journey together over these uncharted waters of co-creation.


Going to Church


Poem and Photos By JR Hager

I never left

where I came from

where I'll be from

born into another

will be there next

I never left Church

It's all arounds

preaching abounds

this spaceship Earth.


I never left

where I'm standing

where I'm landing

grass tickling toes

snow numb toes

or stepping aside

my feet are on Church

It's all arounds

preaching abounds

trekking Terra Earth.


I never left

where I'm seeing

where I'm being

between every blink

beauty's eye-full truth

blossoms from heaven

I always see Church

It's all arounds

preaching abounds

eyes on Terra Earth.


I never left

where I'm all days

no special days

praying all-ways

communal coexist

psalms heard scriptures

Nature hymns my ears

I never left Church

It's all arounds

preaching abounds

our holy Terra Earth.

I'm 50-ish, live in Lancaster County PA.

I wake, I breath, I smile, I walk the dog, I photo, I write, I smile, I video, I edit, I blog, and keep an eye on the sky, and smile some more.

JR Hager Going to Church


By the Shore

By Elliott Robertson 

I was surprised to see my mother

walking by the shore.

She had died ten years before

without knowing how deeply I loved her.


“I wanted to return

to tell the God of Truth I love Him,

in the winter, in the summer,

in all His expressions in the world.”


She walked further down the beach

after she had spoken

in a language I had never heard before.

I stood still and watched

as she grew more distant, just a speck.


And when she disappeared, the words

she spoke trickled down from head to heart.

She had returned to speak to God

and she had found the Truth within me;

her mission completed--

she walked on until beyond my sight

returned to Heaven’s doorway, Heaven’s Light.


Elliott Robertson

Locust Street


PA 19139


Germination of your God~Seed

By Sharon Lyn Shepard

Once upon a time there was a little seed. Oh such a beautiful seed it was! Shaped like a teardrop, with a shinny shell the color of sweet creme butter. For a long time, this seed lived in a mustard colored bowl with fellow seeds all filled with potential. Every day the seeds would talk with each other and chatter about all the wonderful things they would do in the distant future.

Then one day, this little seed was removed from the bowl with a handful of other seeds. Within moments, it was thrust into a damp dark place. Alone and confused, it looked around, but it saw only darkness. It called out for its friends, but no one responded. He was alone, totally alone. Chilled and afraid, he eventually fell asleep.

When he awoke, the sweet pungent scent of earth enveloped him. It was still dark, but the darkness felt like a warm embrace that he had awaited for so long. His shinny shell was vibrating with a primordial humm soothing his very soul. Listening for the source of the music, he found none, so he diverted his attention into himself where he found a tiny spark. The music drew him in, until he began humming along with it. As he did, the spark expanded. When his song took on more timber, the colors changed. Louder and louder he sang. Brighter and brighter his flame grew. Until….his shiny shell cracked wide open!

Oh my, what had he done!!! Water began seeping in from everywhere. There was no escape from it. He began to hear the voices of the others, his former seed friends. They all sounded in distress. He called out, but there was no answer. So he diverted his attention back to his flame. Despite the humidity, it continued to grow brighter, so he continued to sing. One by one he heard his friends joining his song, timidly at first, until the symphony took on a new timber.

Tiny roots snaked down into the earth following the pathways of the water. Oh it felt so good to expand beyond his shell, feeling his way, moment by moment. The song went deeper and deeper with resounding bass notes joining the tonal quality of the roots of grandmother tree, who gave him strength. Then with a boisterous push he used his breath to reach higher, way beyond his known scale to infinite vibrations. And voila’. . . He burst into the sunlight with a glorious vibrato!

The sun was warm on his countenance and for awhile he simply basked in its goodness. Before long, that wasn’t enough. He had a whole new world to explore and that he would. Leaf by leaf he grew taller and proliferated. The sun grew warmer and the dew kept his leaves moist. One morning, as the skies grew pink, a heavenly scent ensconced him. What was the source of this divine radiance? Try as he might, he could not find it.

A brilliant yellow butterfly flitted over and landed on one of his stems. “Tell me my friend, where is this heavenly scent coming from?” he asked.

The butterfly laughed, “‘Tis you my dear friend, ‘tis you. You have the most beautiful flowers in all the garden and it is their scent you smell.”

“Why me?” he asked.

“Because your song is the sweetest,” she answered.

“And why is that?”

“Because, it comes from your heart. Now, my beloved friend, I must be off because all the other flowers in the garden are requesting to be pollinated by you. ‘Tis an honor indeed.” Before the butterfly flew off, she kissed on of his gentle petals and whispered, “Just keep singing, I’ll be back.”

So, my Beloved friends, I ask you:

Do you choose to stay in your hard shells in the clay bowl chatting with all of your friends of the days to come…..

Or, do you choose to dive into the adventure of the darkness of the womb and experience the Germination of your God~seed?

~Sharon Lyn Shepard~

Artwork by Louise Klein

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Sharon Lyn Shepard is a modern day mystic with a foot in both worlds. Her voice carries vibrations of the Divine as her fingers dance across the harp strings echoing the Angelic music of the spheres. Her mystic writings, books and songs transcend our minds, taking us to the deepest recesses of our hearts to dip into our overflowing cauldron of miracles and celebrate life.

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The Wandering Soul 

This is the last song John Denver wrote before his untimely death. Though he did sing it at one event, he never had the chance to record The Wandering Soul. I believe it is one of the most beautiful, and important songs John ever wrote, and I'm honored to share it through this video. Thanks to Ed Keller and Jason Engel who shot and edited it.
~James Twyman


2012 Oneness Meditation

By Tracy Holloway

After closing the door on 2011, it is time to join together and open our hearts, and minds to the immense opportunity 2012 presents.

This powerful meditation will invite you to set your intentions, release any blocks and come fully into alignment with the You, you came here to be. The connections you make to others have never been more important. Heart centred presence means living authentically, manifesting your dreams, moving beyond fear and judgement and being part of something magnificent. Oneness is everything.

This is your invitation to enter 2012 with conviction, to make IT happen, and to receive the insights, energetic shifts and activations required to support your gentle evolution.

Join us. Be part of the great shift. Take your place.
This is the time you’ve been waiting for – don’t waste a moment.

If you missed this live broadcast, or wish to listen to it again, or pass it on to others, then the recording is now available here:

Tracy Holloway

See our interview with Tracy, and information about her book and course Who Are you?