Awareness Play
Restoring the flow of Magic, Mystery & Love

      These workshops support and encourage personal and community development, and hope to contribute to the creation of a fairer society that regenerates the earth, and ourselves.

Inspired by the works of Hellinger, Moreno, Perls, Jung, Lowen, Rogers and other great scholars of consciousness, Awareness Play is a light-hearted, subtle and interactive group process. Discover how authenticity, role-play and  non-verbal expression give rise to  insights, a deeper sense of self, and better quality human relationships.

Next workshop:
Sunday, 23 July 2023; 10am - 4pm
Nimbin Church of Aquarius
90 Cullen Street, Nimbin NSW

Fee: donation at door or via PayPal

Contact:
flowingcreek@gmail.com

Schedule for the day:
9:45am
10:00am
10:30am
1:00pm
2:00pm
3:30pm
4:00pm
Arrival and registration
Introduction & warm-up connections
The Play
Lunch in the garden (bring your own)
More Play
Closing share
End of workshop
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We start on time. Please arrive by 9:50am.




The old monk sat by the side of the road. With his eyes closed, his legs crossed and his hands folded in his lap, he sat. In deep meditation, he sat.

Suddenly his zazen was interrupted by the harsh and demanding voice of a samurai warrior. "Old man! Can you teach me about heaven and hell!"

At first, as though he had not heard, there was no perceptible response from the monk. But gradually he began to open his eyes, the faintest hint of a smile playing around the corners of his mouth as the samurai stood there, waiting impatiently, growing more and more agitated with each passing second.

"You wish to know the secrets of heaven and hell?" replied the monk at last. "You who are unkempt. You whose hands and feet are covered with dirt. You whose hair is uncombed, whose breath is foul? You whose sword is all rusty and neglected. You who are ugly and whose mother dresses you funny. You would ask me of heaven and hell?"

The samurai uttered a vile curse. He drew his sword and raised it high above his head. His face turned to crimson and the veins on his neck stood out in bold relief as he prepared to sever the monk's head from its shoulders.

"That is hell," said the old monk gently, just as the sword began its descent.

In that fraction of a second, the samurai was overcome with amazement, awe, recognition and compassion for this gentle being who had dared to risk his very life to give him such a teaching. He stopped his sword in mid-flight and his eyes filled with grateful tears.

"And that," said the monk, "is heaven."