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By Steven D. Farmer, Ph.D. (additional contributions by Elephant, Beaver and Whale) Scuba diving was always something that other people did, so I never gave it much thought until my wife, Doreen, gradually and unexpectedly became an avid diver. At one point about a...

By Steven D. Farmer, Ph.D. “I feel the wind flowing around my wing feathers as I float in the air suspended by the invisible breeze. I look down and see the forest below me, then briefly toward the horizon. I flap my wings a few times, moving into the flow of air and...

By Steven D. Farmer, Ph.D. You either love them or hate/fear them, but what can’t be denied is that snakes are embedded deeply in our consciousness, a powerful spiritual reality and symbol of major transformation. People that have never seen a snake will dream of...

By Steven D. Farmer, Ph.D. “You need to love more and show your love more readily, especially to those your closest to,” the Voice said very clearly. I sensed a shadowy figure of another me, another lifetime ago. Then a hazy image came to me as I closed my eyes while...

By Steven D. Farmer, Ph.D. Animals and Spirit Animals From the Rainbow Serpent of the Aborigines of Australia that birthed the land and its inhabitants, to the “Cowardly” Lion that accompanied Dorothy to Oz, to the tale you tell of the hummingbird that hovered for...

By Steven D. Farmer, Ph.D. I recall when I was in my early twenties, I was having dinner with my family and my nephew Danny, who was 14, had joined us. My father had just given a bit of grandfatherly advice to Danny, then quickly followed by saying, “But it probably...

By Steven D. Farmer, Ph.D. Bill and Amy (not their real names), some friends who live in Laguna Beach, had just returned from a grueling journey to Brazil, exhausted from having traveled nearly 24 hours. They arrived at home late one evening, put their luggage down,...

About a month before Christmas I was speaking with my youngest daughter Catherine about her five-year-old son Jaden (my grandson), asking her about her plans for Christmas. She smiled and recalled how last year, he had told her, “You don’t like Christmas, do you Mom?”...