Dear Friends,

I welcome you all to my first Newsletter.

This is a new experience for me and I enjoy being closer to all of you at the same time! It’s fabulous, really.

I intend to send a newsletter out every month, as regularly as possible. And I challenge you to participate and let me know if there is anything I can do to enhance it with your news, too. I will take care of all your comments, ideas and suggestions.

Each Newsletter will contain a story as well as photo for your thoughts, meditations and prayers.

This is a very busy season: I have attended to two major fairs: Pathways at Broadbeach, on the Goldcoast (www.pathways-predictions.com.au) and the MBS festival in Melbourne (www.mbsfestival.com.au). The Brisbane MBS is still coming up on the last weekend in June.

I was lucky to meet some of you at the Goldcoast and in Melbourne. I always enjoy meeting up face to face and I particularly appreciated the lovely people who traveled to come and see me and I want to thank you for making the journey. I hope you enjoyed the fairs and saw and heard interesting new things.

In Melbourne, I made the acquaintance of Umesh from Singapore who introduced me briefly to his way of working with Spirit there (www.goldenspace.net). I also had a “body reading” treatment by Bobby there, very interesting indeed (www.bobbyrunningfox.com).

The readings I did were beautiful and interesting as always. I was moved by the extent of honesty with which the clients approached their issues, thus making the work so much more deep and meaningful for them and for me. What a joy to be able to be of assistance with queries of life, love, death and new beginnings!

His Holiness the Dalai Lama was in Melbourne at the same time and most of us could feel his overwhelming energy. Some were fortunate enough to see him and to listen to his words of comfort and harmony. This happy coincidence certainly contrasted and balanced the violence I witnessed in the streets of Melbourne.

I am in Darwin as I write to you, looking after some clients here and organizing my work for the rest of the year, overseas and in Australia. I plan to set up a first working session in Singapore in August, most likely followed by more in the future. I will also rethink my potential commitments with a Psychic Association in the U.K.

I am very pleased with the new website so skillfully put together by Markus Jarvinen (markus@bkarma.com). Some of you haven’t seen it yet and I invite you to have a look and email me your comments. According to Markus, I will soon have a blog there as well, and we can then communicate in yet another way.

I will be overseas during July and most of August, but my email is valid and I will be in touch as much as possible. My travels will take me around the world, to the great cities of America and Europe, the Alps and the Himalayas and a first visit to India. The highlight of the trip however, is quite obviously my native Switzerland, the friends there and importantly also my father’s grave that I haven’t seen yet.

I want to share with you the following story:

The Window

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room’s only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and colour of the world outside. The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every colour and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene. One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn’t hear the band – he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with his descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall.

(I adapted this story, which I read in a newspaper many years ago).

And here is a suggestive photo, taken in New Zealand

I wish you all a good and healthy winter. Keep warm!
Love, laughter and good life to all

Mariana
www.mariana-amar.com