A Facebook connection shared this earlier today, written by a third party: No one is coming to save you, but it is not because you are unloved. To the contrary: You are so revered, so adored, so magnificent, that to send to you a savior would be to destroy your opportunity to become what... Continue Reading →
The first time I thought about walking away was on October 17, 2017. That was the day that we received confirmation from dental records that the young woman I thought I was going to find in Phoenix was dead long before I got there. Her mother delivered the news while I was in Ajo, Arizona,... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
I don't know when it was I ran out of space for outrage. I can't remember if there was a singular sudden clap of thunder-like something or whether love just seeped in through all the cracks. I do remember thinking that, when I finally noticed, my brain went to "Something is wrong with me. Maybe... 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 →
Photo by Kat Jayne on Pexels.com The grief we are feeling is not the private sort. That exists but this is not it. What we are feeling is a shared grief; felt across continents, cultures, and for some, time. It's resonance has always been there. However, now, with less to filter it through your busy... Continue Reading →
What would change for you if you knew that a God, The God, all the Gods, wanted nothing more than a relationship with you? What if you knew they do not require worship or for you to follow the rules others have set forward as your way to access the truth of their Being, of... Continue Reading →
To hear the prayer of one is to hear the prayer of all. To heed the prayer for one is to answer the call for all. Everyone has walked through the doors of Grace and is enveloped, in love. Everyone.
