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Lay down your burden

Lay down your burdenLay it all downPass the glass between youDrink it upPlace the Light before youCome through the doorThe dragon doesn’t live here anymore
Sing with the choirs that surround youDance to the music in your soulLook into the eyes that really see youPlace all that you have into that bowl
O lay down your burdenLay it all downPass the glass between youDrink it upPlace the Light before youCome through the doorThe dragon doesn’t live here anymore
Colleen Crangle
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When Love Leads: How Compassion Powers Creation

This episode explores how true progress in creation comes from cooperation, compassion, and loving-kindness rather than domination, competition, or force.Through reflections and natural metaphors, it shows how relationships of care and shared belonging — listening, yielding, and mutual support — allow individuals and communities to flourish together.In the end, the episode argues, creation moves forward because love wills it so: cooperation is practice, compassion is the path, and kindness is the foundation.
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Sacred Collection of Remembrance

Over the years, as I moved through and out of the darkness within, I began to reconnect with the light and love that had waited patiently for my return. In those moments of stillness and opening, certain “downloads” would simply appear—dropping gently into my consciousness.
My students, clients, patients at the time affectionately called them Nigel’isms. I never felt they were mine; rather, I experienced myself as a conduit through which they flowed.
I have edited, refined them, gathered many of them here in this collection, and I offer them to you with the hope that they find a home in your heart.
Love as the Organizing Principle
“Love is the organizing principle of all dimensions — the unseen geometry upon which all things rest.”
“If our thoughts, words, and deeds are not rooted from the very onset in love — the creative force of the universe — then they cannot flower. So no matter what you do or how you do it… do it all in the name of Love.”
“You can have the facts of any given matter, but if they are not wrapped in Love, they cannot be the truth of any matter.”
“When surrendered to, Love heals all pain — not through effort, but by revealing what was whole all along.”
“Love does not arrive; it remembers itself through us.”
“Long may your awareness of Love and its power abide within you — its undying beauty always to remain.”
Silence, Presence & Remembrance
“It is the stillness within meeting the stillness without. In that space beyond time, all truth can be found — beyond even a whisper.”
“From the other side of Silence, all things are known, all things are held, and nothing is ever lost.”
“It is in the stillness between breaths that the soul remembers.”
“Silence is not the absence of sound; it is the presence of the Infinite.”
“In the deep listening of the heart, even sorrow becomes luminous.”
“The threshold is not a place we arrive at, but a remembering of what has always been present.”
“When the mind quiets, Love whispers what the world has forgotten.”
“Stillness is the language of the soul; everything else is translation.”
Unity, Belonging & the Myth of Separation
“The absurdity of seeing ourselves as separate — as if there were not enough Love to go around.”
“There is no ‘other.’ There is only Love meeting itself in countless forms.”
“Belonging is not granted; it is remembered.”
“We are not trying to become whole; we are remembering that we already are.”
“The membrane between us and the Infinite is thinner than breath.”
“In Love’s field, there is no distance — only differing angles of remembrance.”
Grief, Thresholds & Transformation
“Grief is not a mistake; it is the echo of Love’s presence where form has changed.”
“The ache beneath the water is not despair — it is Love longing to be remembered.”
“To stand at the threshold is to be undone and remade by the same hand.”
“Sorrow is a doorway through which the Infinite enters quietly.”
“When the heart breaks open, it is not the end — it is the beginning of a deeper seeing.”
“The threshold asks of us not courage, but surrender.”
Practice, Compassion & Embodiment
“What matters is not what you do or how you do it, but that it arises from Love.”
“Presence is not learned; it is uncovered.”
“Be the space into which another may rest their burden without fear.”
“Compassion is not a sentiment; it is the architecture of awakened being.”
“Our task is not to fix, but to remember together.”
“Loving-kindness is not a technique; it is the natural fragrance of a heart returned to itself.”
“To offer safety to another soul is the simplest and most sacred act.”
Threshold Reminders (Short Invocations)
“Welcome Home, Beloved.”
“Love is here. Presence is here. My heart is held in ease.”
“All is remembered in the Silence.”
“The Infinite breathes you.”
“There is no ‘other.’ There is only Love meeting itself in countless forms.”
“Belonging is not granted; it is remembered.”
“We are not trying to become whole; we are remembering that we already are.”
“The membrane between us and the Infinite is thinner than breath.”
“In Love’s field, there is no distance — only differing angles of remembrance.”
Grief, Thresholds & Transformation
“Grief is not a mistake; it is the echo of Love’s presence where form has changed.”
“The ache beneath the water is not despair — it is Love longing to be remembered.”
“To stand at the threshold is to be undone and remade by the same hand.”
“Sorrow is a doorway through which the Infinite enters quietly.”
“When the heart breaks open, it is not the end — it is the beginning of a deeper seeing.”
“The threshold asks of us not courage, but surrender.”
Nigel Lott
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Even in Pain, Love remains

Pain comes to all of us. It arrives in many forms—grief, loneliness, the ache of betrayal, the silent exhaustion of the body, the bewilderment of the heart. At times it seems to consume everything, covering over the light, leaving us believing that love itself has gone. Yet this is never truly so. Even in pain, love remains.
 
Love is not fragile, though we often think it so. Love is not the fleeting warmth of good days, nor is it the absence of struggle. Love is the current that underlies all life. It is the truth that abides when every illusion has fallen away. Pain may veil it from our eyes, but it cannot erase it. Love is not broken by sorrow, nor destroyed by loss. It endures, even when we cannot feel its presence.
 
When we are caught in suffering, we may forget. We may imagine that we are abandoned. Yet love does not forget us. It does not turn its face away. It abides within us like a hidden flame, steady and unyielding. And if we fall too far to remember, love remembers us. It calls us back, softly, again and again, until we return to its embrace.
 
Indeed, there is a strange alchemy in suffering. Pain has a way of stripping us bare, dissolving our defenses, piercing through our illusions of control. And in that rawness, love often reveals itself most powerfully. Not as sentiment or sweetness, but as truth. As presence. As the force that binds us to one another and to life itself. In pain, love whispers: You are not alone. You belong. Even here, you are held.
 
This is why the great teachers, the poets, the mystics, have always spoken of love not as an escape from suffering, but as a companion within it. Love does not always take away our pain, but it gives us the courage to bear it, the strength to grow through it, and the hope that healing is possible.
 
To remember that love remains—even when everything else seems shattered—is to place our trust in what is eternal. It is to know that the truest essence of our being cannot be destroyed by loss, nor diminished by sorrow. Love endures, unbroken, forever guiding, forever waiting, forever carrying us forward.
 
So when trials come, when despair seems to close around us, let us not fear that love has departed. It is there, abiding quietly in the very center of our being, waiting to be remembered. And if we cannot remember, let us rest in this one assurance: Love remembers us. Love remains. Always.
 
 
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From Seeker to Sanctuary

No longer the seeker. There comes a moment, quiet, unnoticed by the world, when the seeker begins to fall away, not because it failed, but because it brought you to the one place it could never touch, home, home. For so long the search was sacred. It gave shape to the longing. It kept the heart alive in dark seasons, seeking truth, seeking healing, seeking love. It was all the same ancient ache, to return to something vast, benevolent, and real. But the seeker must eventually come to rest, not in defeat, not in arrival, but in remembrance. You are no longer the seeker. You are the sanctuary, the very place you were searching for, the ground of peace, the stillness of being, the warmth of unconditional presence, was never out there. It's always been you the endless becoming the striving the ache to improve or awaken or transcend these were necessary initiations but love was never waiting at the end of that path love is not a destination it is your inheritance questions. And to claim it is not an act of conquest. It is an act of surrender. This is the sacred tension many feel, the delay, the circling, the subtle procrastination that emerges right before completion, before stepping fully into the life that has already been given. Because to finish the house, to release the offering to open the door and let the light in means we must receive. And receiving love fully, openly, is the most courageous thing we'll ever do. It asks us to stop rehearsing our unworthiness, to stop polishing the mask of the seeker, and to sit down in the center of our own being and whisper, This is enough. I am enough. This is it. The seeking brought you here. Now let the sanctuary of your being hold you. Not someday, but now.
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The Illusion of Separation: A Reflection on Oneness

This episode reflects on the illusion of separation and invites listeners to recognize the unity that binds all life.Through images of love as an infinite, replenishing current, it encourages compassion, kindness, and the courage to see and share the unending abundance of the heart.
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The Infinite Current: A Reflection on Oneness

A brief, poetic reflection that challenges the idea of separation and celebrates love as an infinite, shared force. It argues that love is not diminished by being given, and that every act of kindness expands our common bond.In remembering our oneness, fear fades and we rediscover a boundless compassion that is always available to be seen, received, and shared.
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Love Unbound: The Remembrance of Oneness

This episode reflects on the illusion of separation and invites listeners to remember our shared nature. It explores how love is not finite or diminished by giving, but an endless current that connects and sustains us all.Through contemplative language and gentle argument, the piece encourages compassion, kindness, and the quieting of fear as we recognize the unity that underlies existence.
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Orion: The Echo of Belonging

This episode is a lyrical meditation on the constellation Orion and the narrator's deep, ancestral longing. Through tender, evocative language, the piece explores themes of home, memory, and belonging beyond the physical world.
It frames Orion not as a hunter but as a threshold to something larger and more intimate, inviting listeners to feel the ache and comfort of a cosmic homecoming
For as long as I can remember, the word Orion has moved through me like a tide. When I hear it spoken, when I see those stars stretched across the night, a homesickness rises — not sharp, but deep, like a quiet ache that knows no cure.
It is not simply a constellation. It is not just light scattered in the dark. Orion feels like a place I have known, or a presence I have walked beside. The name itself stirs something older than memory, something carried in my bones.
There is a melancholy to it — but also a tenderness. As though Orion is whispering back to me, reminding me of an origin I cannot fully recall, yet cannot forget. A belonging that is not bound to earth, but to something vaster, more ancient, more whole.
To me, Orion is not a hunter but a threshold. A door that opens inward, into the remembrance that we are more than flesh and breath, more than the days we count and the hours we lose. Orion is the pull of the infinite, calling me home.
And so I let myself feel the yearning. For in the ache itself is the truth: what I long for is not gone. It waits, just beyond the veil of stars, as close as my own heart.
Orion is not out there. Orion is here. Orion is the echo of belonging.
 
 
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Contemplation

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