Anni Daulter - Sacred Medicine Cupboard: A Holistic Guide and Journal for Caring for Your Family Naturally

You are a seeker. You have likely opened these pages looking for a path to the life that is calling you from the inside out. Sometimes this call comes as a yearning for what we know is possible but have not yet seen. Sometimes it comes from an innate guiding wisdom attuning us to what makes us more alive. Other times, we are hunting for deeper meaning to heal our sorrows, losses, and betrayals.

If you are a parent, you may be seeking this for the sake of your young ones, aligning your highest hopes with your greatest actions so that they can have the life you dream for them. Not only do I honor your journey that brings us together here; I also recognize our need for company, for teachings, for caring as kindred spirits.

Do you know that you are holding not only a book but a portal which, when used well, can bring you a plethora of choices and some entirely new landscapes to build your life upon, if you are inspired to take action? Only you, however, can be the medicine, the answer. Only you can leave your unique legacy and connect your heart with the great awakening that is calling us all. If you are not sure how powerful such a portal can be, then I would like to share my personal story with you.

I was visited by the Sacred in a mystical dream when I was eighteen years old, and the message I received guides my life even now, though I rarely share it. My dream awakened and anchored in me one of my deepest longings, and the belief that it is possible to find what you are seeking because in many ways what you yearn for most is also seeking you.

This epic vision began by knowing that on this particular day I would die. At first I acted heroically to escape all perils in order to survive. When sunset came, I stood triumphantly under the blue sky, believing I had survived the odds. This is when dark thunderclouds rose from the horizon, moving with uncanny speed like time-lapse photography, and aimed solely in my direction. One single stroke of lightning flashed, cracking my bones with a boom that I can still hear. Yet my life did not end here. My sister came running and held my body, a mere shell now in her arms as she wept. I found myself hovering above her, wanting to comfort her but to no avail. This is when I noticed that there was an angel spirit by my side. She told me that she was here to be my guide, and that if I would travel with her she would show me the seven doorways of life. Before you get your hopes up, I am only able to tell you about two of thesethe first and the last.

In the first door, shrouded in darkness, were souls wandering without consciousness in brown, hooded robes. What was alarming is that they did not notice one another, least of all themselves, even when they bumped against each other in the dark. They lacked any awareness of interconnectedness, and witnessing this brought deep sorrow.

The last doorway was a far contrast from the first. The door itself was an arbor covered in leaves, ornate veils, and flowers, and when you entered you were embraced by music, the beauty of nature, unbelievable fragrances, colors, and people lying in groups on beds of green moss, and dancing freely in the waterfalls and streams. Entering, I beheld women and men talking together with more love, intimacy, and communion than I had ever seen. In cuddle-piles and with direct eye gazes, they were captivated in deep conversation and laughter. They seemed to easily hold complex, intimate emotions with compassion and kindness.