Infinite sunrise and sunset on infinite lake. Great on a big television while working other things. Deeper meditations @ https://bowvalleypost.com Produced by Bow Valley Post | Copyright Alain Clark Blair

Sit on a mountainside, surrounded by Buddhist prayer flags. This twelve minute 360 VR meditation takes you to a mountain range in Dharamsala, India. At the moment LBRY does not support 360 VR, but this gives you a preview of the experience on the VeeR VR app available on Vive, Oculus, and most VR app platforms; also good for a twelve minute audio meditation escape. VeeR version @ https://veer.tv/videos/79509 YouTube Google Cardboard version @ https://youtu.be/stCCf7XF9Ug 360 VR Meditation Season 001 4K @ https://veer.tv/vr/BowValleyPost/home From historic monuments to infinite dimensions, every week provides a new opportunity for relaxation and exploration. New episodes will be uploaded to Odysee and VeeR; YouTube is no longer supported, but currently hosts 48 episodes of 360 VR Meditation. Produced by Bow Valley Post | Copyright Alain Blair

"That’s a really cute vid! ?" - Kendall Kayden Love is a Magic Ray by Khalil Gibran Love is a magic ray emitted from the burning core of the soul and illuminating the surrounding earth. It enables us to perceive life as a beautiful dream between one awakening and another. Bow Valley Post | 2021

Give All to Love By Ralph Waldo Emerson Give all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good-fame, Plans, credit and the Muse,— Nothing refuse. ’Tis a brave master; Let it have scope: Follow it utterly, Hope beyond hope: High and more high It dives into noon, With wing unspent, Untold intent: But it is a god, Knows its own path And the outlets of the sky. It was never for the mean; It requireth courage stout. Souls above doubt, Valor unbending, It will reward,— They shall return More than they were, And ever ascending. Leave all for love; Yet, hear me, yet, One word more thy heart behoved, One pulse more of firm endeavor,— Keep thee to-day, Tomorrow, forever, Free as an Arab Of thy beloved. Cling with life to the maid; But when the surprise, First vague shadow of surmise Flits across her bosom young, Of a joy apart from thee, Free be she, fancy-free; Nor thou detain her vesture’s hem, Nor the palest rose she flung From her summer diadem. Though thou loved her as thyself, As a self of purer clay, Though her parting dims the day, Stealing grace from all alive; Heartily know, When half-gods go, The gods arrive. Bow Valley Post 2021