Sipping slowly, intentionally.My intention fully engaged, open, alive with the ceremony of the action.How deep is this cup? I thought to myself as so many sips had passed my lips, each imbibed with the love of our guide Christina, her good will, her good intentions and mine. I had a great enthusiasm for this session way before it began, this was now expanding, exponentially. However many sips into the depths, I don’t know, I raised high the cup to pour what remained ‘ín’, ‘out’. Flowing across my lips liken silken lava, on to my tongue down which it ran, a wee trickle that felt more as if to be a river, sliding all the way into my depths. I was sliding. How exquisitely beautiful the sliding. Wholesomely alert to this descent, the nectar ‘arriving’ as if at the centre of my being, into my body. There came words of guidance, I heeded, I followed, and then, there was ‘the child’, in the near and the far distance. I had a strong sense of who was there, a knowing of fact so carnal I began spontaneously to shudder gently within. This initial response gave way to a constant soft reverberation of energy through my entire body and the flowing of tears. We were encouraged to approach, as there was something we needed to gift to this child I did not doubt that, however my sense was that this child had something much more to gift to me. The gift was named in my way I gave it, whole heartedly, wholesomely, happily and so we were re-connected through the child's acceptance acknowledgement and gratitude There transpired an equanimous recognition of a mutual history born of many life times. the tears flowed onAs my conscious awareness travelled the space of this relationship, as if sifting through archival volumes belonging to the library of time, I became aware also that ‘this child’ had something more to offer something more for me to feel into I began to draw my attention from the great expanse of our shared and very personal story, in doing so the defining features of the child that had characterised our alliance, began to fade only momentarily was I there to wonder, as no sooner than I noticed this did the child's features begin to return. The physical appearance became clear once more, as did the energetic no less; it is almost too much for me to comprehend even now as I relay this experience to you here in writing however  there emerged ‘The Universal Child’ the All of Us as Innocence  as singularly ‘I’, as the great expanse of creation, and existence, of everyone and everything. filled with wonder awe and gratitude the tears flowed on So many to thank for this, however I shall start, for now, with you Christina, very much appreciated.“What a gift You are” 
Sincerely,