Forest Rain

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Your spiritual journey is unique to you. But it is in mindfulness of the journeys of those who travel with us that we learn more of our own purpose and how we can draw energy and meaning from the challenges and events on our road.

This collection of Spiritual Learnings in prose and poetry form a unique meditation that will support you in exploring your own journey, and the life events, both great and small, that will offer themselves to you as you travel forward.

These meditations will move you to joy; they will move you to tears. They will help you give yourself permission to experience the depth of learning to be found within, to experience fully what you have come into the world to learn and to teach. In so doing, they will support you in discovering the astonishing and profound messages meant for you alone, for Forest Rain truly is your Heart’s Home.


All books can be signed by the author on request. The standard signature is 'Best Wishes Michael Forester'. Up to eight further words of your choice can be added when ordering in the Order Notes.

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Forest Rain

I want to touch your soul.

Please understand me. I will not… cannot, offer you polite conversation. We will not talk of the weather we’ve been having, or how mother is with her bunions. I do not want to know of the colour of your carpets or the bulge in your bank account or with which new trinket you have sought to quench the unconscious thirst of your quest. I will have no truck with chaff. Do not walk with me or work with me because you are bored and have nothing better to do. I plan to be too demanding of you for that. Do not give me half your attention. I will touch you deep, or not at all.

I have to touch your soul.

Declaration of Self Worth

Weep and heal, my friend, weep and heal. And, as you weep, anoint me with the tears that wash away your pain, that I, too, may take the healing you pour into your weeping.

We have allowed the leaches to bleed us dry, for fear of losing what we never had.

We have listened until mesmerised by the words that proclaim our inadequacies in the eyes of another. We have screamed in silent agony at the withdrawal of conditional love whose requirements we can no longer satisfy. We have shaken in misery at the prospect of losing love that was not love.

We have been fashioned in the same furnace, you and I. We have held the same pain in our hearts, giving until we can give no more. We have faced the same dark pit of depression and learned slowly and painfully to drag ourselves up its rocky walls. We have emerged from the edge with bleeding hands and knees, but stronger, much stronger in the knowledge that we are survivors.

We have recognised that without unconditional love, there is no life worth clinging to. We have contemplated death in the face of loneliness. We have reached beyond the limits of endurance and known the angels stoop to carry us when we can walk no more. We have sat in silent meditation and confronted lives of transparent emptiness for future decades that we believe we cannot endure.

We have acknowledged our own fault-line cracks, confronted our own weaknesses and declared them to be intrinsic to our humanity. We have asserted our need, our right to be loved for who we are, not for what we give or for how effectively we transform ourselves into that which the object of our love would have us be.

We are resolute: no more will we cut our hands and feet as we dance around the altar of another’s whims in forlorn hope that our Deity will come to ignite the sacrifice. No more will we throw the children of our own undeveloped aspirations into the volcanoes of appeasement to placate the angry gods and goddesses.

We have taken the surgeon’s knife of separation to the cancer of co-dependency in a final act of self-absolution.

We will no longer supplicate with the congregations of the acquiescent that worship in the cathedrals of self-deprecation.

We have determined that NOW, is the time to rise, that NOW, we shall reach for the light, that NOW, we shall claim our birth right in the grace of new intimacy, that NOW, we shall lay hold of the promise of infusing joy.

We are the survivors of love grown cold.

We have learned that we are worthy.

Forest Rain – video sample

Published 1st February 2017
To Purchase Now: www.amazon.co.uk
Price: £6.99
ISBN 9780995524835

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Weight 0.4 kg
Dimensions 21.2 x 13.8 x 2.5 cm

2 reviews for Forest Rain

  1. 5 out of 5

    A wonderful read! There’s a lot of life lessons to be learned from the different stories in this book. I would recommend this to anyone who’s on a journey of finding their soul!

  2. 5 out of 5

    Forest Rain is an emergent type of literature. The novelty of which renders it as a wonderful experience to own, life changing at that! It departs from the usual readings currently available. It is a reflective narrative of life learnings, experiences, realizations and how one overcomes.

    The bittersweet narrations and the intertwining of the poems are so intense, such that the reader will not be able to stop the tears from falling, thus, will be moved to ponder upon their truths’ and their application to life which are truly life changing.

    I think, I am short for words! What do I say, about a great creation, by a writer whose eloquence has been so established as evidenced by the Dragonsong and The Goblin Child, not to mention, Love, Peace and Light and more…

    Forest Rain simply touched the recesses of my soul, and I could not help but shed tears as I ponder upon each word, each line, each paragraph and the whole of the essays and so with every word, every line, every stanza of each of the poems. I could not even refrain from rereading it the nth time. And each time I do, the effect would be the same.

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