Oh Eve

You tended your Garden of Eden,

Your Garden of mercy,

Your garden of creation,

Birthing the universe through your soulful womb

A myriad of times between light and darkness

Forging realms and destinies beyond

human comprehension.

Carrying life through your body

And rooting it deeply into portals whispering unto themselves amidst heaven and earth.

Oh Eve

The seeds you have planted

Even humble the angels

For your sacrifice of self

To herald in a new dawn

For all humanity

Graces us all.

A raw, fierce, deeply rooted, knock-down, wild, illuminating,

Merciful, honest talk about who you are.

Beyond the illusion, beyond how you want everyone to see you,

Beyond how you see yourself.

Beyond how you are supposed to be

Or what you didn’t accomplish

Or the myriad number of mistakes you’ve made.

Sometimes you just need to sit down and tell yourself

“The hell with the story I’ve created so I can feel good about myself.”

“The hell with the story I’ve created so others can feel good about me.”

Sometimes that conversation needs so few words.

You just need to feel how alive you are and grateful.

We engage with constructs of illusion and misguided hopes to dull the numbing of existence and experience. Sometimes the direction we ask for from God, a higher power, or whatever vernacular we use to make some sort of sense of our birth leads us nowhere. That nowhere is an emptiness, a break in linear reality where words, meaning and reason cease to exist. That emptiness also holds great power, a flicker of light in the darkness, a renaissance of evolution that connects worlds, lifetimes, realms, humanity and the heavens.

The energies of 2023 remind me of the changing of the guard on a spiritual level. As worlds merge closer than ever, embodiment will be a collective necessity. The distinct nuances of flesh and bone, the blood of our ancestors running through our veins, the scars, both visible and not, that took shelter in our fascia, the heaviness of emotion burdening our organs. The expression of the Divine through human form and the earth will simplify our need to escape our physical bodies in search of the higher realms. The higher worlds and the lower worlds are merging and are here, right now, within you, and around you. There will be a rawness to 2023 that will push us to be more present. Every one of us will have a viable role in creating healthier more sustainable relationships with each other. We will be pushed into creating a healthier more sustainable relationship to the earth. Your purpose will be YOU, your brother, your sister, your neighbor, your friend. We will all be weaving in and out of that emptiness until we find common ground in our ability to be of service to one another. And in that service, no words or meaning are needed. You will feel more alive than you ever have. We will feel more inner peace, together.

Happy New Year.

Her compass was a boundary

Born of insecurity

A rough edge as she feared to dream or awaken

To the mystic inside her that

Forgot how to tell stories

How to dance those words

On the rooftops of wounds

Built so long ago

In the darkest places within her.

Her body was a temple

She no longer visited

A prayer she no longer whispered

A world of rejection and pain

In every crevice hiding between

Flesh and bone

Yearning to feel the one who

Had disowned her remembering

What it was like to come back home.

When will you believe

That all you hold sacred

Is safe

In your earthen vessel

Where lovers and mystics

Angels and storytellers

Magical creatures

The sun

The moon

And the stars

Wait patiently just to hold your hand?

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 runs through our veins, echoing our names over and over again until the illusion slowly dissipates into oblivion.

To realize that we die so many times during our lifetime. The psychopomp materializing out of an emptiness, appearing in a form of a being we recognize as aspects of oneself.

A hidden landscape versed in the chorus of angels as well as the entreatments of demons. The ruler of this underworld are those wounds we hold close, yearning to ascend, reaching for any hand to help guide our way out of pain.

We become the master of life and death within our own experience. A nuanced pulsation of light and darkness, love and hate, a hunger for light to be fulfilled by pushing through the mire

of a reality created by thousands of years of disconnect from grace. We become the psychopomp that we have prayed for to carry us through this confusion of self and to leave the underworld as we originally left it. With love.

Yes, with love.

From our mothers and fathers who gave us life.

From their mothers before them.

From their fathers before them.

From their parents and those generations who lived centuries ago.

In our veins runs the blood of their reactions to that power.

That landscape of fertile ground that defines our identity in this lifetime.

The intimacy created between you and how you choose to live your life.

Destinies fulfilled or destroyed.

Empowering or powerless?

Life or devastation?

The myriad of stories weaved into a relationship with a force

That can control human nature or respect it.

That power of our ancestors breathes life within us.

The use or misuse of it also encapsulates our very existence.

It is time to gently silence their responses in our blood that continue

To create harm and nourish those relationships that ignite good.

Our choices will be running in those veins of future generations

Think about it.

Of all the gods who laid down their swords in service of your soul.

Your cells, your tissues, your blood and your bones.

Your sweat and your tears.

Your sufferings and your joys.

A vast landscape of light and darkness

Entering both heaven and the abyss

In search of the one home where many have lived

Inside of you.

This temple has served in all its years it was meant to

be earthed as a body which has more to teach you.

Its edges roughed by incarnations, living and dying.

Its words scattered through your breath

Of stories told and untold.

Prophecies seen and unseen.

Waiting to be honored

A body which many of us would rather forget.

There is this liminal space between bodies, the ones we incarnate into over and over again.

The threshold where we may not get to choose gender or culture, limbs or features, or perhaps even the narrative that will earth our bodies into that experience.

The fragrance and color of our hair, the width of our bellies, the flexibility of our aging joints, the health of our tissues and organs.

The smile we may or may not have upon reflecting in a mirror.

The narrative that will pursue us until we evolve into acceptance of each and every cell that has chosen to partner with our spirits.

In that liminal space, you don’t expect illness or injury, harm or pain.

We hope to be protected, embraced in a soothing portal of infinity where we reside with a holiness incapable of suffering when we reenter the earth realm.

These bodies.

Whether we choose them or not, they exist to carry us through this realm.

Each cell yearning for a gentle humanity where every body is respected and honored.

Each cell receiving even the slightest touch from another as grace moving fluidly between the heavens.

These bodies become our home as long as God wills it.

A form bestowed upon us to cherish for all time.

Treat them with the respect as the Divine would have it.