This is a series of led day retreats on a variety of themes, run by a CANA member. The First Wednesday Retreats – held on the first Wednesday of the month – take place from February to June 2013 at Claridge House, in Lingfield, Surrey. The retreats are led by Lina Newstead, Richard Wadey and Cherry Simpkin. Read More
CANA, in collaboration with Wrekin Trust, invites you to a one-day workshop to explore with us a new understanding of the Christian message that is relevant for the 21st century and springs from both personal experience and also recent scientific theories.
A listing of books and websites that CANA members have found useful. Read More
May I share this channel from Heru/Sananda? It was His Yuletide Christmas communication 2012 [published here at Easter, 2013, ed.], and it is what the Christ Consciousness means to me: We kneel and we pledge and we embrace one another, and when we do, we do so in the name of the Christ Force. Yet, we do not know what it is to behold that force. We are one with it. We are not separate. It is neither she nor he nor it. The Christ Force is Being. It is living in Divine Light. Know this: the Christ Force is Love. It is all there is. It is the basis upon which the Light we serve exists. It is the threads of the web that is the weave of our existence. It reaches out across mountains and valleys, and waters and oceans, and rivers and deserts, and air and sand and earth and trees. It reaches across planes, in the manifest and unmanifest worlds. It reaches all, because it is all. Read More
Christmas, with the celebration of the re-birth of the Christ in the heart, seemed a good time to write about Thomas Moore’s short book, Writing in the Sand, because it’s a book about what that might mean. Thomas, who was at Findhorn recently speaking at the autumn conference, Love Magic and Miracles, writes about the parable of the Kingdom of Heaven being like a mustard seed that grows into a tree where the birds build their nests. He points out the comic aspect of this image: that is, there’s no such thing as a mustard tree – a mustard plant is more like a little weed – and writes: “This is a hint that the secret we are after…is small but potent, utterly ordinary and yet transcendent…Not a huge belief system but a slight shift in vision and values…” (page 7)
On the opening evening of the Into Christ Consciousness conference, Julia MacDonald joined Philip Roderick (see feature following) to lead us into a place of emptiness. Paradoxically, she has found, it is through consciously embracing emptiness that she has found healing, or moved into a place of new creativity. Her story follows. Read More
Philip Roderick took us into a profound silence in the opening evening of the Into Christ Consciousness conference through body prayer and the heart-stopping sounds of the Hang drum. The resonance of the drum only occurs because of its emptiness, he told us as we contemplated the inner emptiness of both self and other.
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The Gnostic Christians followed the teachings of Jesus, performed the same rites of initiation, and used many of the same sacred writings as those who are now seen as orthodox. From the fourth century CE, once Christianity became the state religion of Rome, diversity was discouraged, and this eventually led to severe persecution, along with the destruction of “non-canonical” writings. Martin will show how the experiential approach of the ancient Gnostic Christians was kept alive over the centuries, how the same ideas and practices kept re-emerging and would not go away . . . because they answered a deep spiritual need that was not otherwise being addressed. Read More
When Janice Dolley, my co-convener at the conference, spoke, she told us of the experience she had lived one otherwise ordinary day when the veil of perception was cleansed and she knew at the deepest level of knowing in her own being that we are all one. The willingness to go beyond fear, to live the fullness of existence, honouring the polarities of yin and yang, spirit and nature, and all the polarities, is how we bring that knowledge of unitive consciousness into the dance of diversity. That’s how I see it. Read More
Good Friday… and the tiny bud has at last been witnessed by some, hidden amongst the thorns.. But too many of us still cannot face to see the thin runnel of red appearing amongst the bare, dead limbs that hang from the supporting frame. Then… only days later… those who wander early into the garden sense something new… The first hint of a fragrance on the air… Nobody has ever experienced such a perfume before! But it is still too fine a mist for many… Only the soul-full can discern it Read More