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I AM THE HERMIT by Maureen Lancaster:

Getting to the root of what it is that calls to my soul is not an easy task...

But it is one that I’m continually urged to do, for I push myself to continually grow; to understand the lessons, to incorporate new truths. It is an intrinsic part of who I am.  

The main tool that I use to converse with myself is the Tarot. In numerology, my birthdate adds up to the number nine and in the Tarot, the number nine is The Hermit, a most appropriate symbol for me. 

I have found that when exploring our metaphysical connections, much can be gleaned from understanding how our journey is affected by the influences of everything surrounding our birth, for I am The Hermit, the introspective one.



I am The Hermit
by Maureen Lancaster

I am The Hermit
The number 9:
Reclusive, introspective 
Ever searching truths as mine.

A light to beckon
My lamp I hold
A light to lead
An old soul, I’m told.

Teacher
Mentor
Questing 
Ventures

Far reaching
On solid ground
Deeply thinking
Come gather round

Awaken senses
To The Universe
Enlightenment 
To disperse 

The Son, my Master
Born the 27th day
Chesed, Tiphareth
My pathway

Licorice and Magenta
Symbols true
Eagle, Snake
Symbols too

There is no fear
When understood
Acceptance, patience
All for good

Free spirit one
Cycle’s end
New pathways
Round the bend

Tune into self
Seek and find
Inner wisdom
No more blind




Maureen Lancaster: Maureen is a spiritual woman who shares her life journey through her writings. Not considering herself a formal writer or poet, she started writing as an outlet for healing and finding wholeness following widowhood with her first book, Revelations of a Singing Bowl. Currently she shares her poetry about loving relationships, both with others and with oneself, on her Facebook page, Musings of Love. Maureen, a spiritual intuitive, also shares her love of all things metaphysical on her Facebook page, High On Spirit. Finding herself continually inspired by the poetry and lessons that she sees within everyday occurrences, she hopes that her words will resonate with others who may struggle from time to time on their journey; for coming to the understanding that we are not alone was one of her most valuable lessons. Revelations of a Singing Bowl is available as a free abridged iBook.



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