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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.”

I am not who you think I am.

I am more than the flesh and bones which carry my soul upon this wayward earth.

I am a vessel, an imprint of imagination, desire, holiness and creation begun long ago with my lineage.

I am a confluence of generations; of thought and emotion polarized by both my humanity and Divinity.

I am a memory long ago borne and not yet created. I am the matrix upon which good and evil flow in balance to teach me humility and gratitude.

I am not who you think I am.

Nor am I who I perceive myself to be.

I am an eternity held in a linear reality until the time my flesh and bones dissolve into nothingness.

I am the ‘other’ I see before me every waking moment.

I am the creation I stumble upon that only embodies form so I can understand.

I am the silence within the chaos. I am the chaos before that silence.

I am the grace from which these words flow.

I am more than that. And so are you….

Eventually, I will no longer have an interest in wondering who I am.

I will no longer have an interest in wondering who you are.

We will carry each other as one in the silence of our being, already knowing we are borne of the same love, the same magnificence, the same grace. The silence will show us.

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.

You will be part of someone’s story.

You will be their medicine,

Your footprints will be their path.

So don’t take your life for granted.

Don’t take anyone’s life for granted.

The entitlement plaguing our modern world

Predicated upon centuries of fear, greed and the need for power

Continues to annihilate any semblance of unity.

Powerlessness needs a separation of self

Before it becomes destructive.

It needs discord and an identity

That can’t be held accountable 

Or above reproach.

How you hold your story matters now.

How you tell your story will matter generations down the road.

Your story could be someone’s life.

It could also be someone’s death.

Write your story so that humanity can thrive,

Not suffer more than it has to.