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Light At Dawn

“Forget your perfect offering. There are cracks in everything. That’s how the light gets in.” – Leonard Cohen

Glorious Sunflower, Symbol of Joy, Hope and Freedom For Ukraine

Welcome To Silk Road Visions

Carol Leigh Rice Victoria BC c. 2015

This is the online home of Carol Leigh Rice, MA, psychic, astrologer, Aquarian, student of shamanism, former academic (political science) and devoted mother.

I live in beautiful Victoria, BC, enjoying retirement with walking, conversations with my son, classical music, blogging, and – for my next phase – contemplation of books I have always wanted to write.

Here, I write about, and explore many topics, especially meditation, psyche and symbol in spiritual and psychological development. I feel “called” to the path of Shamanism, as a student of its indigenous forms and as a practitioner of psychic healing its western (new) forms.

This has led me in turn to the study of Shamanism’s potential transformative role in astrology, where readings become as much psychic and spiritual interactions as interpreations.

Much of what I write here comes out of my 50+ years of channeled psychic readings similar to Edgar Cayce’s Life Readings, full of information about past lifetimes, how karma works, how we bring certain plans into each new life, and so on…

So my blog is a place – for myself and for all who pass by – of contemplation, new ideas, and renewal, a way to keep exploring the higher truths as we travel the Road of life.

For these are all that count, in the end. What we take with us when we go will be how much we have loved, and how much we have learned. All else is chaff, blown away in the cosmic winds.

As I describe in Silk Road Visions: Back Here On Earth, I see our many lifetimes here on Earth through the metaphor of the ancient Silk Road, journeys repeated but never the same, always moving through the shifting, sifting sands of a History we all make together.

Kitaro, Silk Road (From Silk Road Suite) Live in Madrid

And, lastly, I write about the political. I felt “called” to the field of political science from the moment I set foot in the halls of academia. As I write here on Silk Road Visions, we are part of a human community, we travel together, for better and for worse.

We are our brothers’ and sisters’ keepers, and we do not leave here until we know and practise this.

How we live together and share power and knowledge is the art and tradition of political science.

For those who find these things interesting, my master’s thesis was done at University of Victoria (1992) and seems as relevant today as it was back then – the title speaks for itself.

The entire thesis can be found and downloaded at UVic Library under Comparative Strategic Culture and the Use of Force, Space and Time in International Relations: Chinese Foreign Policy as Protracted War

Topics On Silk Road Visions

Dune * Litany Against Fear

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death
that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past
I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

Litany Against Fear – a Bene Gesserit teaching, passed to Paul Atreides by his gifted, rebellious mother, Lady Jessica – later Reverend Mother.

Caravans and Shifting Sands

We are part of a Great Web of Life – a metaphor sprung to life as we connect, through the Internet, in our millions around the world each day…

Nations, which we build together, have karma too, and often whole peoples reincarnate together in more than one historical time. In the study of history and political life we may meet ourselves, for we leave our threads woven in Silk Tapestries of nations and peoples as well as within our own lives.

From these larger Stories come memory, meaning and belonging, carefully preserved in the Book of Life which belongs to every Soul.

I see the Spiritual Path as one which for most of us leads into and through a busy, very-human World. We set forth anew through the Morning Gates, with hope in our hearts and our heads held high. We travel together in our Caravans – our families and nations, our friends and our foes.

We jostle along with our laughter and love, with our strife and our sorrow – it’s all good, yours and mine. Yet we look for the distant horizons too, and we listen to Stories we weave from our Deeds, precious Silk from our Time on the Road.

For the deeds of this world, and each life we live here – come only once and are gone, entrancing, ever-changing, like the shifting desert sands.

Uranus * From Songs of Aquarius

It is Dusk. I slip in through the gates of the Ninth House, free once again. Here, as always, I find you, beloved Uranus, Stargate to Higher Mind, Sky Ship on whom I sail to Far-Away Space and Time…As night falls and you call to me, I leave Earth and all that I know, to come to you, oh Shaman mine. CLR

Sacred Feminine

She was a Temple to the Goddess, and men defiled her, but in the mists as they lay dying, it was She they remembered, She who guided them Home. CLR

Dune * Prophecy and Prescience

“Prophecy and prescience – How can they be put to the test in the face of the unanswered questions?

Consider: How much is actual prediction of the “wave form” (as Muad’Dib referred to his vision-image) and how much is the prophet shaping the future to fit the prophecy?

What of the harmonics inherent in the act of prophecy? Does the prophet see the future or does he see a line of weakness, a fault or cleavage that he may shatter with words or decisions as a diamond-cutter shatters his gem with a blow of a knife?”

From: Private Reflections on Muad’Dib by the Princess Irulan (Dune)

Buffalo Dreaming

Thank you, my Buffalo Friend, for your gifts of protection and abundance. Let me always see you on the Great Plains of my Soul. To what grace do I owe this wonder, and this blessing, that you have come? CLR

The Gift of Life

I lift myself on High
Dissolving, holy Wafer that I am,
In the Chalice I was given,
Sacred waters of my Life.

The Journey * Back Here On Earth

Thoughts on the spiritual life, how easy it is for us to wander, to lose interest in, lose strength for, the Road.

Thinking too, how little that matters to the Soul Who breathes through us, our Higher Self, always here, always loving, patiently awaiting our moments of return…

On the Spiritual Path

The Path gets narrow as we wind higher, and lonely, as fellow pilgrims turn back. No Book, no Church, just the Light. CLR