come near

perched above a celestial ocean of mirrors
she embraces truth
leaving offerings for the next travelers
to this dimension
offerings of crystals
radiating high frequencies
of beauty, love, and the powers of cleansing

she comes home to Spirit
after certain battles have drained her dry
and Spirit fills her with light energy
the waters of the radiant heavens
her soul becomes refreshed
anchored in trust
embedded in the powers of Spirit
across all space and time

at some point she will take off
the heavy warrior mask
but not before she has defeated fear
spirit is whispering
come close
come near

Alpha and Omega

Once again, I’m seeing this faith crossroads. Hearing people force themselves to choose between goddess practices and Jesus. I’m heartbroken because I feel sure you don’t need to choose. The Bible and essentially all holy books of the main religions are an ancient game of telephone gone wrong. You know how people play that game? Send a message around the circle and it’s transformed and lost by the last person. The Bible is this game in book form. So many translations and interpretations. So much fear is pumped into our stories and the programming is poison. Love is the law, the teacher, the alpha and the omega. We get so lost in semantics and old translations, we forget we have direct access to the power and spirit of high frequency love, through our hearts, minds; physical and energy bodies.

Throwback Post from 1996

This is a journal excerpt from 1996, I was 16.

"Now I will try to convert these thoughts into words. Time and events are related obviously. If my childhood ended early that would speed up certain experiences right? Example: A girl is raped at 8 or 9. She learns that sex is not hers, and it is a way to get attention. She goes from boy to boy not ever reclaiming the self which was stolen, sex as a mere tool, a chore and she is almost obsessive about, it is most of her life, all centered around the result from one early experience. Several theories arise from this speculation. What damages us early on shapes and affects us forever. Thus, life will move more slowly, more regulated by natural growth, rather than spurred on by trauma inflicted by certain forces. The patterns all over the face of time and it makes me think. It makes me think I understand why things happen to me when they do and to others. Maybe I overcomplicate it."

all along

moving through
these vibrations
these frequencies
while cleansing intentions
so the transformations
intensify
opening up portals
to new dimensions
while weaving intentions
for healing
for coming to terms
with being alive
being in a vessel
being mysteriously
conscious for now
listening to spirit
and translating
it all into everyday speech
and dance and song
and knowing all along
that this path never comes easy
that its not always sunny and breezy
but the rain is
a tangible gift
we cannot take for granted
that water IS life
that the breath work
leads to death
of the strife
and birth of sparkling new moments
that the breath
of this life
is an echo
of otherworldly blessing
until now I was
just guessing
taking my time
inventing a rhyme
and channeling
all along.

reflections from 2013

pressed against the wall of her own silence
she begins to rebuild
inside herself
reconstruct
from the ground up
all that happened until this point
taught her strength

now focusing that
will power
to bring desired results

and in essence we are full of contradictions
teaching us we have complexities
that emerge even when we worked
diligently to simplify

and the medicine of the silence
helps her rebuild
reconstruct
from the ground up

wanted to say this

the beauty of possibilities
the habitual knowledge practice
of deep gratitude
the essence of this message
like water, like perfume
capturing truth and winds of change

I want to tell him
I am not fragile in any way
but I am vulnerable
please make that distinction

you win

because you are my  muse
I will follow you
into the next moment
with a heart felt smile
ask you to stay awhile
because you are my muse
I will let you confuse
my reasons for showing up
until I laugh it off quietly
admitting defeat
because you are my muse
you win
and I surrender the prize
the look in my eyes
because you are my muse
I move gently around
the possibilities we have outstretched
before us
because you are my muse
I am outstretched before you