My Personal Journey with Feng Shui
Magda Palmer Cordingley
My journey with Feng Shui began after I had been savagely attacked by two strangers in a London Park. I was at the time the leading person in a fabulous production that would have seen my acting career flourish in ways I had dreamed of. The incident was a savage blow to my career and the months of recuperation and healing required for the physical damage to my face and head left me at one of the low points of my life. An elderly Chinese lady, who later officially became my godmother, came into my life and to my aid. Her name was Ma Ku, named after the goddess associated with the elixir of life. In time she took me past the tragic event by sharing the gift of her ancient code of living - Feng Shui.
Through Ma Ku I have become acquainted with an ancient presence (some may call a guide) who remains close to me. He provides clarity and insight into some of the more challenging aspects and wonders of Feng Shui as it relates to my life and those who seek help from me.
Ma Ku has left this world, but her knowledge and wisdom still guide my Tao. For many years I shared her precious gift by teaching Feng Shui classes close to home in Adult Education in NSW Hunter region where my workshops were always well received. I have utilized Feng Shui to help people, families and businesses who often present perplexing problems. Past students have requested I write a book based on class notes, so Feng Shui Student Manual is for those who want to enrich their lives and study a truly profound, complex and intriguing art with so many intricacies and interconnected ideas, which I love, will continue to learn about and be inspired by until the day I die.
"What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness of the spirit, for whatever happens to other beings, soon happens to man. All things are connected through the same air, so we all share the same breath.The wind that gave our great-grandparents their first breath also received their last sigh". -Magda Palmer Cordingley