Derek

San Francisco, CA, USA

Léna

Myrtleford, Australia

barb

Colorado Springs, Co

Gretchen Karma

Hedemora, Sweden

Julie

Gloucester, UK

Joyce

Goodyear, AZ

Monica

CA, USA

Randee C

Fitchburg, MA, USA

Emily Herrick

Vashon, WA, United States

Karen

Malvern, PA

Explore the soul's journey through images to discover your deep connection to the universe and all beings.

English

This reading written by Noreen Donahue LCSW, therapist and SoulCollage® facilitator offers a powerful reflection on how we find universal connection through resonance with visual images. The foundation for creating SoulCollage® cards involves finding images that invoke a spiritual inner exploration.  These cards eventually become a vibrant and intuitive deck unique to each person.  It is this process that inspired Noreen to write this compelling reflective journey that may inspire you to create your own collage creations. 

If you already use this practice, you will find this reading to keep you intrigued and open to further soul-nurturing meditative journeys.

SoulCollage® was conceived by Seena Frost and is now practiced in over 50 countries across the world. 
Read by Glenda Cedarleaf with permission from Noreen Donahue. 
Music by Oli Brykov and Elvele.

The Magic Of Images

 The Magic of Images by Noreen Donohue. What a journey it is to sort through a box of quote virgin images. A fresh collection of images offers a whole array of feelings. An epic and celestial ride. I am in beginner's mind. A true explorer asking questions of each of the images on the pages. I rest on Rumi's front porch in each exotic land and welcome the guests as my unexpected visitors. I delight in each of the images that grab hold of me. Perhaps the image is an aspect of me or a messenger from beyond. A guiding force in my life. A new collection of images is around the world trip. A shamanic journey of the soul. As I greet the images I am filled with inquiry. Hello old man. What thoughts are occupying your mind as you look out across the water? Greetings exotic child from a foreign land. Are you a part of me? Have I lived in similar skin and some other incarnation? Do we share any space in the Venn diagram of the universe? Do our realities overlap? Hello mother gathering grain in a distant rice field. Have I cooked that rice for my family here in Florida? Hello marvelous creature of the jungle. Have you been my companion in my dreams? Have we journeyed together in some altered state of consciousness? Have you healed my wounded heart or inspired me to have more courage in my here and now life? Hello beautiful adorned woman in a foreign ritual. You exude beauty and grace. Did it come naturally or are you posing for the camera? Were you loved? Did your father adore you and keep you safe? Did your mother pass down the stories of your ancestors while she brushed your hair? I see you little abandoned girl gathering fairy tales on the beach. Yes I too had a mother in the ocean. One who fed my soul and nourished my dreams and hugged me through the soles of my feet on the sand. Ahoy ancient mariner whale. May I become you and journey to the depths of the ocean to tickle the belly of my mother earth? Thank you birds for flying from the heavens with your messages from beyond. I bow to you ancient archetypes. I shudder. I can hardly speak. I am awed by your presence and your intensity. Thank you for teaching me to honor you and to calibrate your essence in just the right dose for my human skin. After all I am no superhero except when I am one who is a superhero. Thank you garden flower for allowing me to rest here on your fragrant petal. Who knew I could relax so deeply on your delicate buds and feel the sensation of the tiny insects crawling on me. Little galaxies may I play jacks with your stars. I feel as if I can hold each of you in my hand and bounce a planet as my ball. I see the feminine face of the goddess in eyes that grace these pages. We are truly connected in bikinis, burkas, blue jeans, and flowing robes. I know the feeling that seeps out through the eyes of your image. Thank you for allowing me to feel you so intimately. For helping me to see that I am not separate. Thank you for giving me a felt experience of being a part of the one and the many. I feel the presence and glory of source as I view many of the souls that grace our vulnerable planet. Thank you images for helping me see that we all play our roles. Soldier, war monger, peacemaker, man, woman, child, animal. We support each other's journey here on earth. We share the same feelings and struggles, insecurities, and delights. Thank you for helping me to recognize the universe within myself. A galaxy of inner characters. You are a motley crew who volley for my attention and recognition. I am surprised and humbled when you merge quietly into the oneness of source. And I feel quiet and reverent enough to respond to the invitation. Who knew that such an epic journey could take place with an explorer's mind and a box of photos. The answers to all my questions rise up in me. Some ancient and intuitive response that registers so clearly when I listen. The little girl knows just which beach she wants to play on. The animals know exactly which part of the jungle they want to roam. Some marvelous mystical part of me that is connected to my bigger story informs and challenges me. When I get grabbed as I do by an image, I trust that my soul has a deeper understanding of me than I do. I am continually delighted when the images become mine, when they gather together with their companions, when they find the exact location they want to live in, when they collect each of the relics or treasures they want to carry with them, and then find a place to live on my soul collage card as little worlds unto themselves, reflections of my soul. Once pasted, the images hold my personal stories, become my mirrors, and the process continues as I sit with my candle and deep breath. I choose you, my netter, for the day, my wise counsel when I seek guidance. Even though my hand does the choosing, it is really you who comes forward, who slides gently and deliberately into my hand to be chosen that day. Each time that happens, I want to fall to my knees with gratitude for being reminded that I am part of the whole, that my journey and my struggles have meaning and purpose. The numinous hears me, and I am a part of the mystery.