The Robert Moss BLOG

Dreams are experiences of the soul, and they can recall us to the soul’s purpose, as opposed to the petty agendas of the ego. This under...

Her face glows in the dark of my bedroom like a yellow moon. The lovely young Chinese woman is studying me intently. She is as near as th...

"I have a story for you," says the lady next to me on the plane, before I have asked for one. I am on the first leg of a trip ...

I am often among the dead in my dreams. They are always alive. Sometimes I remember that they died on an event track we shared, other ti...

Synchronicity guided the publication of my new book, Mysterious Realities . Being open and available to the play of signs and symbols aro...

Down there in the root cellar of my life, in the breathing dark, is a beast that would terrify others but I know to be a vital all...

I woke early from a dream in which I needed to make up a story for eager children in an ancient or indigenous village. I told them a sto...