The ground quivers and air opens to swallow the mold, whole, wholly dissolving me into eternity or what used to be. Then exhales me, stirred, folded into the past, particulate, future and presents me again, not of this time, nor mine.
When you put on your regalia, can you see the disconnection between your dance for the Creator and the Mother and how you bait, broker and buy the Creator's and Mother's daughters for others to discard once used? If not, that's something you may want to sit with if you can stand the silence within... Continue Reading →
There is no Separation You have never been separated. Between the idea of your birth and last breath You have been wrapped in the air of the Divine even as it courses through your veins. Your maker is not your master. You were never a servant, divided by any command. A speck of Him was... Continue Reading →
For those interested in the book that's a slow work in progress, I'm asking that you go to my Patreon page. It is open to the public and I'm open to new Patrons, so if you can join in that way, I'd appreciate it. I actually began it in the spring of 2017 when I... Continue Reading →
As folks, particularly those in the metaphysically-minded marketplace, try to help others make sense of the current state of the world and find some meaning (read market), there is one one myth that keeps resurfacing like herpes. Like the other gift that keeps on giving, it can cause great unseen harm and reinforces fears... Continue Reading →
There are so many people describing the near-anxiety they have before telephone and video calls and the fatigue afterwards. If you are feeling preemptively tired before telephone calls and video meetings and fried after them, you want to get really clear on why. Is it your nervous system firing ahead of time, afraid everything is... Continue Reading →
Mr. Condon, I know. Note that you know that, there are choices you need to make.
It's easy for some to ignore what the 'crazy white psychic lady' has to say about Indigenous women and girls being trafficked through Indian country. It's also easy to write it and me off as the pretendian, a woman with a white savior complex, or a psychic fraud. All of that is easy to do... Continue Reading →
There is a line in Susan Kidd's "The Invention of Wings": How does one know the voice is God's? Perhaps it was my own voice? Does it matter? As I read this book and the journey of a burgeoning female abolitionist in it, I think about the parallels between the character, Sarah, and I.... Continue Reading →
Prophetic dreams, directional visions, and other ways messages from God and gods are as real now as they were in the past. They exist without belief in the same way the earth is round despite there is a rather large contingent that believes otherwise. These things and experiences associated with them also exist outside the... Continue Reading →