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In Greek mythology a psychopomp is a supernatural creature or spirit whose purpose is to guide a soul who has just died to the afterlife. We die many times in one lifetime, aspects of ego and will, body and mind, ancient ancestors communing at the threshold of our passage so that they too, can evolve as sentient beings. We embody a myriad of lineages in our flesh and bones, not just the lineages inherent in our soul’s trajectory, but lineages across parallel realities that seek to serve a higher purpose. There is a sense of surrealism with each death, an altering of reality as we embrace a new one, an altering of a lineage as the sacred womb rises to give birth, life, healing and safe passage to those parts of us which need to die, which need to merge with a laden earth encumbered by human disconnect. Or perhaps those parts of us which need to ascend with the angels, a death absorbing grace as the Divine intended to the fullest experience a soul can have.

There is a descent into the underworld where we embrace flesh and bone as much as we do spirit. There is a descent into darkness where we fall upon our knees and give thanks to the landscape that nourishes our understanding of good and evil. How fortunate we are to listen to the wilderness that […]

Tip-toeing through gratitude

Where dreams of innocence And peace feel like nectar underneath my feet I could feel the wind blow Through every chamber of my heart Thanking the Divine For being able to whisper Love songs of hope To weary ears That will listen to its music. To be grateful Is such a privilege So few dare […]

There was a time

She wanted to be who others needed her to be, Who others thought she actually was Even walking the path the universe laid out for her. Until the moment came She realized in her own absence, the emptiness Was a darkness she could no longer carry. So she stopped pretending, And threw her shame out […]

And one day,

Your ancestors will rise In every cell in your body In shackles and chains That only you could unlock With shattered hearts Only you can mend With tortured stories of lives gone astray Only you can rewrite With buried hatred Only you can heal Just waiting for someone to take their hand And show them […]

Listen to the embers burning

Of ancient cries amidst war The desolation and emptiness that only darkness can bring. You search for souls as your narrative Weaves its way among ruins and bodies Whose story becomes imprinted in your own And within generations not even birthed yet. You and I were once torn by gunfire and hatred In another time, […]

Wounds will find any path withered by turmoil.

Drenched in landscapes of confused memories Torn between past and present Lingering moments within the abyss Ready to jump off the precipice Hoping to find meaning for suffering long held In one’s presence of being. Why can’t you see the signs? The light that blessed the wound upon its wayward journey. The life created so […]