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Laden with burdens from an ancestral past

Tears strolling down your cheeks

With each footprint on your path

Joy becomes unrecognizable

As you feel responsible for the pain of others.

Who was it that taught you to live this way?

Freedom of self becomes an abandoned vision

That only mystics can obtain

The mountain too high to climb

The heart too heavy to forgive

Fragments of a life not lived strewn across the landscape

Of your inner humanity

Will your unworthiness be your only legacy?

Only you can decide.

Perhaps the precipice is not as steep as you think it is

Perhaps the tempest is merely a gentle rain cloud

Disguised as darkness

To test your faith

To make you believe that one step forward into the light

Worthiness waits to greet you.

I’ll be waiting for you.

The earth may carry their bones but their spirits are ever present in every facet of your being. Your anger, your sorrow, your joy, your peace, each emotion permeating every cellular thread from the heavens to the earth. It is between and within those spaces where we have the power to change the past, the present and the future. When you follow me, you follow every footprint. Your first step, your baby step, your seminal imprint in this world is ensconced within a million footprints. If you want to change the world, honor the footprint. Honor the thread that connects you with a million souls before you and a million souls still awaiting their powerful births into this world.

Their stories of creation, their stories of survival, their stories of hope, their stories of love…those stories will not change, nor necessarily those that are predestined. What will shift is the way in which we perceive these stories, the ways in which we carry them in our bodies, the ways in which our cellular threads communicate every syllable through our ancestral genes.

Oh dear child, your ancestors will hear you. Your ancestors will know you differently than they do now. You will even come to know yourself differently. Follow me, amidst the graves of your ancestors. Learn their footprints by name so your own name might be revealed to them by the gods.

You’re human.

Life wasn’t meant to be easy.

It was meant to be lived.

Choices weren’t meant to always make you feel safe.

They were meant to help you feel empowered despite the outcome.

Loneliness wasn’t meant to be healed.

It was meant to remind you just how much we are connected.

We all eventually rise.

We just have to remember the fall comes first.

Stop hating yourself because of the struggle.

Love yourself because therein lies the opportunity for growth.

To cast spells of divine love

To conjure magic across realms 

Where ancestors await your whispers.

You were made manifest

To create imaginary worlds

Where all life is recognized as holy

Where every birth humbles the sun, the moon and the stars

And every death shares a story with God before resting.

You were made manifest

To run wild across the universe

And leave your footprints

Still dancing amidst the ethers singing your praises

Long after you’ve gone.

In my prayers, I keep asking God to afford us all the grit we need to stay present and empty.

Throughout time astrological and spiritual shifts have transpired as they are now- there is nothing different about that.

What is different is that we have more to lose, because as a collective identity, we have acquired more.

More in the physical, emotional and spiritual realms. Our desires and attachments to material things, emotions and thoughts have compounded themselves tenfold, thus increasing the myriad power struggles we have created to keep those identities we perceive make us safe. Our desire for a “spiritual identity” which many equate to having spiritual gifts or prowess has grown, making many of us more lost than ever.

When do we allow ourselves to befriend the emptiness?

When do we become the safe haven we have been searching for?

When has fear become such a negative thing instead of a stop along the way to carrying the unknown?

I’ve witnessed more anxiety and depression than I ever have in my almost thirty years of practice.

Alienation and isolation as opposed to connection is the direction we have unfortunately been headed in.

All the tools in the world will not prevent us from grieving in those spaces, from experiencing the loss of identity over and over again in these challenging times. Those tools won’t prevent you from facing your anger, your pain or confusion. Those tools instead will give you the resolve to own them and allow them to forge a new identity with each challenge you face. It will offer you the opportunity for those connections you once used to crave so deeply and intensely.

There will always be endings and beginnings. There will always be waves of good and evil throughout humanity. What can shift is how we choose to engage with each power struggle. And within that process, we will acquire a new understanding of emptiness and the unknown. That safe haven is within. I invite you to make its acquaintance.

Recently a healing practitioner said to me, “Healers don’t get sick.”
My mouth dropped open and I exclaimed, “Who told you that?”

Becoming ill, not attracting abundance, not attracting a life partner; all the spiritual themes of New Age spiritual bypassing that have drawn in a plethora of seekers who have become uncomfortable
with struggle and the understanding that life has its challenges.
I’ve spent years with many clients unraveling thoughts and goals that have propelled them into depression
when they felt the universe was against them, God was against them, they were doing something wrong,
they were being punished for a past incarnation, they are on the wrong path, attracting the wrong friends. The list goes on and on.

I don’t push my beliefs on anyone. I will share that I have different beliefs and in the end, we all have to follow what feels right for us.
When spiritual bypassing creates a dynamic of shame the ripple effect can take years to unwind.
I question the need to make sure everything is within our control, our domain, and the power that comes with it when our thoughts do manifest what we desire.
Is it our thoughts or perhaps a Higher power?
To witness more shame over these thirty years with clients thinking they have done their life wrong because things are not going they way they visualized or that their prayers are not being heard is ludicrous.

Life is greater than the sum of our thoughts and so is the universe.

Tend to your story, your roots of origin with skin so thick

It needs soothing of every character you ever played.

Tend to your mind, with edges so refined

It has kept you as safe as you needed in times of deep wounding.

It beckons you, from every corner of its universe

From every fractal of its imagination.

It needs respite from the illusions you have mentored.

Tend to your heart, its thinly veiled current of pain haunting you

into depths of unworthiness.

Tend to your God, who awaits you in every creation of your senses,

joining you in respite, one much needed, to give you strength before you rise.

It is only when you are ready, that those ashes will kneel and the rising will be ever so sweet as you

hear your name being called by your ancestors and you voice a new story of creation from this moment forward.

We will be uprooted to a degree which knows no human understanding of boundaries.

The earth underneath our feet will fold into itself until it softens into its destiny without any manipulation from human desire.

The awakening will make raw those places inside of us already wounded.

What was once written in the stars, spoken across galaxies, is unfolding now.

Within every cell of our existence, amidst every ancestor in our lineage, transformation is occurring.

So much so that we will not recognize humanity as we once knew it.

Those who hold onto what was will continue to sleep.

But the gods are whispering into our souls,

“Sleep no more dear children. We are awakening as one.”