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Locality: Gold Coast, Queensland

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Address: 31 Price St; Nerang 4211 Gold Coast, QLD, Australia

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25.01.2022 YOUR INFINITE WORTH For now, please do not abandon your precious body. Do not disconnect and leapfrog over your own experience in search of another one. You are... not worthless here. Stay grounded in the breath. Offer sanctuary to the triggered feelings, the sore place inside. Make room for the frightened one, the sad one, the disappointed one, the lonely one. Expand so that you are an ocean, and let the waves of feeling come. Breathe into feelings; they will not harm you. Your sense of self-worth is not dependent on what anyone else does or says or thinks of you or wants. You are neither worse nor better than anyone on the planet; you are the same Life, as alive as anyone, connected to what's real, inhaling the same air. You are not a victim for you are deeply connected to yourself, welcoming all of your thoughts and feelings like newborns, honouring your unique path, bowing humbly to the place where you stand Now, victorious on the road of love. And owning the ground, lightly. - Jeff Foster

23.01.2022 I love how this poem has touched so many people. I thought I'd read it out for you <3 HOW I BECAME A WARRIOR Once, I ran from fear ... so fear controlled me. Until I learned to hold fear like a newborn. Listen to it, but not give in. Honour it, but not worship it. Fear could not stop me anymore. I walked with courage into the storm. I still have fear, but it does not have me. Once, I was ashamed of who I was. I invited shame into my heart. I let it burn. It told me, "I am only trying to protect your vulnerability". I thanked shame dearly, and stepped into life anyway, unashamed, with shame as a lover. Once, I had great sadness buried deep inside. I invited it to come out and play. I wept oceans. My tear ducts ran dry. And I found joy right there. Right at the core of my sorrow. It was heartbreak that taught me how to love. Once, I had anxiety. A mind that wouldn't stop. Thoughts that wouldn't be silent. So I stopped trying to silence them. And I dropped out of the mind, and into the Earth. Into the mud. Where I was held strong like a tree, unshakeable, safe. Once, anger burned in the depths. I called anger into the light of myself. I felt its shocking power. I let my heart pound and my blood boil. Listened to it, finally. And it screamed, "Respect yourself fiercely now!". "Speak your truth with passion!". "Say no when you mean no!". "Walk your path with courage!". "Let no one speak for you!" Anger became an honest friend. A truthful guide. A beautiful wild child. Once, loneliness cut deep. I tried to distract and numb myself. Ran to people and places and things. Even pretended I was "happy". But soon I could not run anymore. And I tumbled into the heart of loneliness. And I died and was reborn into an exquisite solitude and stillness. That connected me to all things. So I was not lonely, but alone with All Life. My heart One with all other hearts. Once, I ran from difficult feelings. Now, they are my advisors, confidants, friends, and they all have a home in me, and they all belong and have dignity. I am sensitive, soft, fragile, my arms wrapped around all my inner children. And in my sensitivity, power. In my fragility, an unshakeable Presence. In the depths of my wounds, in what I had named darkness, I found a blazing Light that guides me now in battle. I became a warrior when I turned towards myself. And started listening. - Jeff Foster

22.01.2022 This will give you a new way of looking at disease. Thank you again Peter Crone

19.01.2022 A JOURNEY TO THE ROCK BOTTOM OF TRAUMA The wound is the place where the Light enters you. - Rumi... As someone who has recovered from what we now call Complex PTSD, I want to share my most important discovery, the one principle and insight that saved my life, altered my destiny, and ultimately led to profound healing. The discovery? Awakening to my own indestructible Presence. Discovering who I really am, that calm, surrendered place in the midst of the somatic, emotional and psychological storm of the body-mind. The holy non-dual light in the darkness. No matter how intense and terrifying my feelings got over the years; no matter how tense and contracted the muscles in my body became; no matter how my mind raced and spun and catastrophized over every tiny little thing; no matter how loud and violent the inner voices of fear and shame became; no matter how much I spaced out, dissociated from my body, went numb, lost myself in nightmares; no matter how hard it was to breathe sometimes in the midst of fear, crippling social anxiety and that crushing sense of unworthiness at the core of all trauma; no matter how many times I escaped into my addictions binge eating, computer games, codependency and people-pleasing, fantasy, overworking, self-hatred, desperately attempting to control others; no matter how bad things got, there was a safe place I could always return to, a sanctuary of Self. Many times I forgot this safe place of course. Many times I lost myself in the whirlwind of trauma again. But then I would remember Trust. Breathe. You are safe. Thoughts and feelings and bodily sensations have never hurt anyone. You are here. It is now. You are not in the past. You are not in the future. You are here. Now. You are breathing. You are safe... Sometimes the work of recovery felt impossible to do by myself. Many times I sobbed in the arms of my partner, or a dear friend. Once or twice I sobbed in the arms of a stranger. Sometimes I had to write out my pain, splurge it all on paper, let the paper hold me and ground me and give me hope. Sometimes I felt I was about to die or go mad. Probably thousands of times I imagined myself being carted away in a straight-jacket, or a coffin. And then, I would drop out of the mind again, come out of thought and its myriad futures, and fall back into the fucking earth. Into the ground. Into the couch, the bed, the grass, the living day, the reality. And then, spontaneous tears would come. Or spontaneous shaking. Or spontaneous fire, the sense of my own animal power. Here, Jeff. Come back here Healing is messy. Healing is terrifying sometimes. Healing can also be blissful of course, some days. There is no right way to heal. We learn to expect the ups and the downs. We learn to expect the despair and the joy and the confusion. Sometimes healing can come unexpectedly through a scene in a movie you’re watching, through a piece of music, a passage in a book, or a moment of stillness in a shopping mall. Sometimes a work of art, or a poem, or a conversation with a friend, healed and inspired and soothed me and brought me to Presence more deeply and quickly than any therapist or healing technique ever could. Sometimes, feeling unable to go on, unable to escape myself, the only place I could go was the core of my deepest pain, into the abandonment wound itself, into the heart of the dissociation and the numbness. I took the risk of letting the numbness kill me (as my mind feared it would). And every time, as I turned towards the abandonment depression, the cosmic tiredness, the searing sense of isolation, the voided void, the howling trauma core, every single fucking time it didn’t kill me, and every single fucking time I found that it was the safest place to be, and every single fucking time I found relief, relaxation, even sweet healing tears there, in the place I thought I would breathe my last breath. In the darkest place, I found new creativity, new love, new life. I learned to bless my sweet body, in its full-on fight-or-flight mode, or its full-on get me out of the moment mode, bless the racing heart and the trembling limbs and the sweat and the nausea and that awful sinking feeling in the belly and that terrible sense of urgency to escape. I learned to trust it all although I hated it all so badly sometimes! I leaned to trust it all although it felt so very hard to trust sometimes. I started to become the parent - the mother and the father - I never had. The one that stayed with me in the pits of hell, who held me close and whispered, I am here. You are safe. This is just the passing intensity of the mind and body and nothing bad is happening, and you just need to remember to breathe, and it will all pass as it always has, and I am here with you through every breath you take... I learned how to be with the abandoned one inside, that terrible, lonely, searing depression at the rock bottom of all trauma. I learned to see that it was just a feeling calling for love, and it didn’t define me, and it wasn’t a threat, but an exquisite part of existence itself, that didn’t have to be cured or defeated, but loved. Yes, I learned how to befriend the lonely one within, the abandoned one, the one who wanted to die, I learned to breathe with it and see it as a frightened part of me desperately needing my love. I learned to take care of the lost child. I found that I was bigger than my frightened mind, bigger than any feeling, however intense, bigger than grief, bigger than trauma itself, bigger than my own limited notion of myself. Layers of shame and fear began to melt away, layers of addiction, layers of mind, layers that were only trying to ‘protect’ me from raw life, and my raw self, and my raw feelings and bodily sensations, and my raw truth. As all these outdated coping mechanisms fell away, I learned to see and love my imperfections again. To rejoice at my wonderful mistakes. To laugh at the absurdity of my moments. To let myself break down sometimes, to give up sometimes, to surrender, to not know. To let myself be seen by others. To stop repressing my authenticity and weirdness. To stop trying to be a carbon copy of other people. To pursue my own wonderful, scary, original path. To let myself forget, and remember, and forget again. To let myself be humbled, often. To begin again, each day. There are a hundred other things I could tell you about my healing journey. But if I only leave you with one thing right now, let it be this... There is a place in you of utter safety, innocence, stillness, purity. It is ancient and wise and has survived a billion nightmares. It is unnameable and crystal clear, as soft as the finest cashmere, tougher than diamond, and more loving than anything you could possibly imagine. It is fearless yet it holds the most overwhelming terror like a newborn baby. It is not a destination. It is not a place you get to one day. It is not some far-off utopia. It cannot abandon you. It is God before God. It is you, your deepest self, prior to any trauma. Obscured sometimes, yes, but never truly lost. It is the eye of the storm. Utterly unmoving. Utterly still. Utterly powerful. I am grateful to my deepest psychological pain. It showed me the way Home. It cracked me open to my holy vulnerability and the preciousness of this human existence. It taught me things that joy and bliss and all kinds of worldly success could never, ever teach. My trauma took me close to death, yes, but then it woke me up to more life. There is so much hope, friend. There is so much hope. - Jeff Foster

17.01.2022 IN THE MIDST OF DEATH WE ARE IN LIFE In Iran, they have been digging massive burial pits for the dead. In northern Italy, elderly relatives disappear into ambu...lances, never to be seen again, no final goodbyes. There are no funerals there anymore. Doctors and nurses go without sleep, work on the verge of physical and mental collapse. Here in the UK, cruise ships have docked in London, ready to be used as giant 2000-bed field hospitals. We are living in unprecedented times. So much to process each day. So many feelings to feel. In our vulnerability, we are being forced to adapt to a new way of life. To open our eyes, without getting blinded. To see the truth, yet stay kind. Some say this virus is here to awaken and heal the planet. Some say we are going through a mass transformation of consciousness. Some say if we can just shift into the light, fill ourselves with high vibes, take the right supplements, repeat the right mantras, the virus will not be able to touch us. Some say we have manifested the disease with our karma or negative thoughts. Some say we can stay immune with positivity and the right spiritual practice. I don’t know. I am not qualified to comment on these ideas. I have no conclusions, no answers for you. I lost my answers long ago, answers only bred despair. I found my home in Presence instead. I can offer no comforting words today. I can only offer today the way of devastation. The path of crucifixion. Allow yourself to be broken, friend. Be ground to dust in this time of crisis and made new. Let yourself be made soft, open, childlike, grateful. Be humbled in the face of the maelstrom. We are always in crisis. We live in permanent crisis. Crisis is the way and the truth and the life. The only permanence, friend: Death and rebirth. Death and rebirth. World without end. Terrible and ancient energies have been swirling deep in the Unconscious for so long. These energies were here long, long ago, aeons before the current form of crisis. These circumstances have not created them, only invited them to emerge. They are emerging now. The vast terrors of the deep. A profound, volcanic rage that could tear universes asunder. Longings, yearnings, dark desires, unspeakable. An awesome grief. Yes, the grief of knowing that we are all going to die. All of us. Maybe not today. Maybe not this year. Maybe not this decade. But one day. One day, death will come. Yes, the fear of death, rumbling underneath all. Wild thoughts and majestic feelings of the night we ignore in times of normality. And then normality shatters, rots, decays, turns to dust, because it must. And a part of us wants to run. Wants to rush to conclusions, false hope, empty positivity, a new world. This is all for the best! We are headed towards the light! A great and wonderful transformation is happening! How beautiful it all is! But we skip the night at our peril. Bless the sun, yes, but surrender to the moon. Bow to the grief in your guts that’s been longing to be felt for decades. Turn, finally, to the anxiety that’s always been lodged in your belly and chest, without trying to fix it, or change it, or get rid of it, or transform it. Drop the positive façade and embrace the night. After a lifetime of running, make room in yourself for the dread, the powerlessness, the dark mystery of it all, and your wonderful unknowing, and the miracle of existence itself. Yes, behold the miracle of life, right where you are. Bless each breath, each movement of your lungs. In, out. In, out. Turn to face the terror and the ecstasy. In, out. In, out. One moment at a time, digest the undigested. In, out. In, out. You will find no internal enemy. No truly ‘dark’ thing here. You will find only a lost little child inside, crying, Mother? Father? Are you there? I am scared. I don’t know what’s happening. I cannot hold myself today. Will you hold me? We may very well be in the early stages of a mass transformation of consciousness. We may be undergoing a global awakening. This may all be for the best, ultimately. I don’t know. But there are horrors to face and feel, too. There is the night-time to pass through. Great terrors rumbling inside all of us, only waiting for our compassionate attention. By all means, keep busy. Fill your time. Start new projects. Find ways to relax and recharge and help your fellow humans. Stay positive, wash your hands, do what you can to strengthen the immune system. But don’t forget to surrender to the horror of it all. Don’t forget the night-time. The pulsating, swirling, mysterium tremendum of existence. The emptiness and the despair. The overwhelming shock and awe of life itself. Each and every moment of it. And death rumbling underneath it all, all our projects, big and small. And life is intertwined with death, always, and death renders each moment of life exquisitely fragile, precious, naked, whole. And there is a little child inside of you, utterly bewildered by it all. Will you take their hand? - Jeff Foster

15.01.2022 I'm working online now if anyone wants to improve their sense of peace and wellbeing (also helps immune system). Happy to chat and discuss mindfulness/self-hypnosis/meditation/relaxation strategies which can help maintain a sense of control and acceptance during these difficult times - I've also started some online meditation groups if anyone is interested. Take care and stay healthy www.alphamindwithjenny.com.au

08.01.2022 It felt right to post this again. The way the news is ..

07.01.2022 When in doubt, LOVE more. Yourself, Then others #bethechange #youareinfinite #yourway #loveyourselfkindly #lovemore

06.01.2022 USING EMDR THERAPY WITH PATIENTS IN AN ACUTE MENTAL HEALTH CRISIS INCLUDING SUICIDAL IDEATION Some very interesting research[i] has just been published in the UK demonstrating that EMDR Therapy can be an effective treatment for patients with suicidal ideation who are experiencing a mental health crisis. The study showed that those patients who have a trauma picture can have significant improvements in their mental well-being, when treated with EMDR. After treatment they have ...less depression, anxiety, and fewer PTSD symptoms. The study demonstrated that there are substantial cost savings for the National Health Service (NHS) in the UK and potentially for Medicare in Australia when EMDR is offered to patients in this cohort. The study in Reading, near London, provided up to 10 sessions of EMDR to suicidal patients experiencing an acute mental health crisis. 72 patients were offered treatment in the study with 57 completing treatment. Patients made significant improvements across all the psychometrics, including a reduction in suicidal ideation. The majority needed less than 10 sessions and needed no onward referral for further psychological therapy. Few studies have explored the efficacy of EMDR with patients in acute mental health services at high risk of suicide. This research is important for Australia where the overall suicide rate in 2015 was 12.6 per 100,000 in Australia[ii]. This is the highest rate for more than a decade. The suicide rate amongst Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples is more than double the national rate. In 2015, suicide accounted for 5.2% of all Indigenous deaths compared to 1.8% for non-Indigenous people. [i] Proudlock, S. & Peris, J. 2020. Using EMDR therapy with patients in an acute mental health crisis. BMC Psychiatry. 20 (14) available at https://bmcpsychiatry.biomedcentral.com/articles/ 10.1186/s12888-019-2426-7 Accessed 16th January 2020. [ii] Statistics on Suicide in Australia. Available at https://www.lifeline.org.au/about-lifeline/lifeline- information/statistics-on-suicide-in-australia Accessed on 8th February 2020. See more

06.01.2022 "When presence is full, like the sky, it is luminous and boundless, and it provides warmth and nourishment for life. All kinds of weather systems pass through ithappiness, sorrow, fear, excitement, griefbut like the sky itself, presence can hold them all." -Radical Compassion

05.01.2022 Someone recently told me that emotions are chemical levels in your brain and your body is constantly trying to maintain equilibrium. So if one emotion sky rockets, that chemical becomes flagged and signals the tear duct to open as an exit to release that emotion packaged neatly within a tear. It’s why we feel more stable after crying, as if whatever emotion we were feeling had been released and we were refreshed. This is also why tears from different emotions look different ...under an electron microscope. They’re literally made up of different things. According to Joseph Stromberg of the Smithsonian’s College of Arts and Sciences, happy tears are structurally different than sad tears than angry tears than overwhelmed tears etc. Different types of tears have distinct molecules. Emotional tears have protein-based hormones including the neurotransmitter leucine enkephalin, which is a natural painkiller that is released when we are stressed. (Photography by Rose-Lynn Fisher http://rose-lynnfisher.com/tears.html) See more

04.01.2022 Wishing everyone peace, joy and abundance into the future - and the earth healing and rejuvenation.Wishing everyone peace, joy and abundance into the future - and the earth healing and rejuvenation.

02.01.2022 PEACE, JOY and ABUNDANCE to EVERYONE whose company I have enjoyed over the last 12 months. You all enrich my life so much and I’m looking forward to seeing you all again into 2020 - which I’m hoping is a year of positive transformation for the world. Lots of love to all.