She Walks in Beauty by Lord Byron She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!

No one knows the exact purpose or rituals held at Stonehenge. Built officially around 2300 BC, some argue 10,000 BC, the monuments evoke an undeniable reverence. Use this 360 VR Meditation video to escape to a mysterious and ancient world. At the moment LBRY does not support 360 VR, but this gives you a preview of the 4K 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 4K version @ https://veer.tv/videos/74469 YouTube Google Cardboard version @ https://youtu.be/Rx8ZdNXVTC0 360 VR Meditation Season 001 @ 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

Shift dimensions with this Buddhist chant from Japan <------- Odysee EXCLUSIVE release Like a good cup of coffee, this 20 minute audio meditation shifts your mental state into high gear. More @ http://bowvalleypost.com Produced by Bow Valley Post | Copyright Alain Blair 2020

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