I work with 'invisible' beings, those that most cannot see. I am surrounded by them. They span the spectrum from Ancestors to angels, deities from multiple pantheons to threads of lineages across time, and those considered by many to be more fantastical than fiction. For me, their existence is not a belief, it is... Continue Reading →
More on Into the Lion's Den: They, these Old Ones and Others in my world, have made me write before. In the summer of 2016, after Beings from everywhere had come for weeks, waiting, I wrote Clarion Call, a blog post where I outed myself as the reincarnation of Jesus. The words flowed from my... Continue Reading →
This is a second draft of the prologue to Into the Lion's Den: A Shaman's Journey into the Underworld of the Sinaloa Cartel, Sex Trafficking and Indian Gaming ************************************************************************************************** In the autumn of 2018, I met with a female elected Representative of the Blackfeet Tribe in Montana. I asked to meet with her, hoping that... Continue Reading →
I used to practice with Peter Elbow calls methodological believing. For those of you who don't know his work, methodological believing is "the equally systematic, disciplined, and conscious attempt to believe everything no matter how unlikely or repellent it might seem – to find virtues are strengths we might otherwise miss." In some 'spiritual' circles,... Continue Reading →
A daughter to Stone & stars split in two time entwined.
On Twitter the other day, someone wrote, "I wanna hear from healers and energy workers. What are y'all sensing and getting from this time we are in? What are you grasping from the cosmos is really happening?" (The emphasis in that question is mine) The floodgate opened with "karmic justice" and "the earth moving into... Continue Reading →
My darling empath, you cannot separate yourself from the fabric you are part of. There is no shield, bubble or cloak. The route of intentional blindness serves no one. Feel it, be in it, breathe through it. Sit quietly or holler, pray softly or yell with you heart behind it. If you think you can... Continue Reading →
I sup with the Old; go to sleep with their kin. What I cannot see, colors and clouds show. Painted and unpainted, adorned not by the adoration they've been shone but by their naked shining. They never called themselves Master or Mistress and when they ask me to speak, I wonder if this is how... Continue Reading →
Calling themselves home? 44.3534, -108.1300 53.9169, -112.6852 -23.0170, -46.8699 49.2274, -122.2760 38.8891, -78.0758 41.2633, -70.0526 17.7265, -101.5290 30.2712, -81.7529 48.7990, -122.4500 44.48, 34.1256 48.1714, -124.2799 35.3812, -97.4749 33.0088, -83.3681 50.739389, -114.31611 44.14, -103.197 30.2712, -81.7529 47.0343, -122.9690 53.9169, -122.6852 46.6012, -111.8910 34.1273, -79.1084 17.6417, -108.552 17.7265, -101.5290 46.8980, -122.5600 40.8628, -77.3913 46.8980, -122.5600 48.7990, -122.4500... Continue Reading →
Today is the National Day of Awareness of Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women and Girls. One day. There's a lot of red being worn; some say the red is worn or painted on faces because it's the only color that spirits see. It's painted over the mouths of young women because many believe their voices... Continue Reading →
