Join us in Penzance
Come and join us for our Mind Body and Spirit event, for what is going to be a truly fantastic and immersive experience!
This will be like no MBS fair you've been to before.
A two day event of transformation & immersion!
Talks & Workshops by Thought leaders & Healers
30 + Stalls
Interactive activities for adults & kids
Join us and walk into a different world and leave walking into your best life!
St. Johns Hall TR18 2QW
11am - 4.30pm each day
The event includes:
The weekend will be full of events that will keep you engaged and offering a space for you to celebrate, explore and deepen your journey of exploration and development.
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We don't want to give the game away but here is a taste of what we will have at the event, but in the form of riddles:
I stand between the here and there, A whisper’s edge, a thinning air. No door, yet many step through me— What am I that sets the spirit free?
Two hearts ride where shadows gleam, Through winding paths of dream and stream. A passage dark, yet filled with grace, Where souls embrace in hidden space.
Tiny builders in mossy glen, We craft with twig and spell and pen. A sacred spot where dreams take root— Where magic lives in leaves and loot.
I dance across the vaulted dome, A spark of wonder, far from home. In silent hymns I speak above, Of cosmic songs and endless love.
I am the code within the stone, The breath of God in pattern shown. From lotus bloom to spiral flight, I hold the key to form and light.
Within my walls, your truth may hide, Yet voices whisper deep inside. Unlocked by trust, I softly gleam— A chest of hearts, a woven dream.
My branches hold what time lets go, Each leaf a tale, each root a woe. I cradle echoes, still and deep— The stories that the soul must keep.
Born of dust yet shaped divine, I hold the stars in secret line. With ancient breath I pierce the skies— A silent throne where wisdom lies.
Unseen fingers move the thread, Through waking life and dreams we've tread. I ask no proof, yet all believe— What am I that hearts perceive?
Deep within the silent stone, Where prisms hum in twilight’s tone, A hidden heart of light and sleep— What cavern holds reflections deep?
Soft whispers dance on velvet air, A gentle realm beyond despair. Textures, hues, and echoes blend— What sacred space helps spirits mend?
Footsteps wander paths unseen, Where chance unfolds its woven dream. Each step aligned in cosmic time— What journey traces fate’s own rhyme?
Circles form in whispered grace, All hearts confess this hallowed space. A ring of truth where souls reveal— What gathering makes all wounds heal?
Words ignite the inner flame, A spark of change within your name. Each phrase a key to shift and soar— What art breathes life and opens doors?
Hands engaged in mindful play, We learn by doing day by day. Together building insight’s frame— What forum blends both heart and game?