She is of the roots

She plays in the plants

And the stones speak to her

She watches the mothers

And the sisters

Living breathing water crystals

They form like tears

In moments of terror and rage

She slips in at that precise time

Catching holding

Reshaping and setting free

All the lives arise from her

They covet her open secrets

They attempt to manage her 

she will always be wild

swirling within

Waves of an ancestral sea

Watching from under you

Watching from over you

Expanding and contracting

Inside you

the cold air

I hold up a mirror

and you cannot recognize 

your own reflection

I gaze into the water

and you are shimmering

just below the surface 

What you cannot recognize 

and what I am able to see

are invisibly linked

and I have no words

to describe this to you

so my silence 

pierces the cold air

and lands somewhere

only to be covered by snow

or leaves or a new mask

to be worn in the company 

of the rest of the world, the people

that hold your gaze and see nothing

but your dark eyes

and I wonder how they 

can miss the glowing from inside

you

just flames and 

smoldering embers

and then flames

and then 

dead quiet.

sweet

sweet water medicine

deep in the forest 

river

nourishing plants and herbs

loving kindness 

on every side

what happens when we die

is not as important as

what happens as we live

the part where your healing 

aligns with your daily practices

when it is no longer just words

but embodied playful energy 

that part which goes beyond spoken language

and gently rocks you back into inner knowing

no resistance to this 

no fear of this

that part when we 

ache to touch the soul of the reflection 

capturing you

with light

awaking to awareness

of forgiveness

until time releases you

swimming out to greet the dawn

holding still

to take in the sunset

unfolding your wisdom

meeting a divine source

eye to eye.

My Angels are Fierce

My Angels are Fierce

Their voices are guttural

They may have wings

But everything stops when they sing

They are cloaked in silvery gold feathers

They show up in every kind of Weather.

Ancient and eternal, always aligned with spirit

They make sounds but, in a frequency;

that will change anyone who can hear it

They answer calls

They break the falls

They stand guard

All at once soft, all at once hard

Their call is for freedom

Their signature gift is protection

There is no end to what they will do for you 

and what they will do liberates those who suffer

And contains the violence

So, the freedom they call to us

Contains safety

So, we can rest from that

Bone weary exhaustion of fighting

They take us to the places

Of peace, calm and beauty

They re-write old stories

To replace injustice with wisdom

Within shimmering cloaks, they reside

From them only evil will hide.

ancestor poem: October 2026

 I am a cycle breaker

I weave self love into the fabric of my words

And they are the spells I cast, to unlock the way to healing for my ancestors that were imprisoned in subjugation, oppression and fear.

I am a cycle breaker

I am brave for the ancestors in me who couldn’t speak when they lived, whose voices caught in their throats and trembled when the sound escaped their lips

Who were forced into silence and were expected to be compliant

At the horrific moments that ripped their innocence from them

I am a cycle breaker

One of many who my ancestors prayed for, I keep the loving lonely ones alive in my cells

I share the beating heart in my chest, I give them space to breathe and rest.

Space to breathe and rest.

I am a cycle breaker

I will watch the chaos of the storm

And let it all pass through me, leaving

Droplets of reassurance and thoughtfulness

I am a cycle breaker

Earth and water and blood coursing through

Fire lighting the way on the radiant path

Air is the holy breath

In and out and all around

get free

Tap your hand against your chest, close to your heart

 and start chanting: "let go, get free, it's not about me"

over and over until your feelings start to shift and you start to feel better

then chant: "And now I see, it's more about you"

repeat that enough so you feel what you are saying

Explanation

So, there are two interpretations of this chant that I like. 

One is that you release yourself from feeling that the situation is

all about you, and if someone or something hurt, upset or bothered you.

This chant is a reset for your mind and heart. When you say that it is more  

about you, you are sending back the energy away from you and letting it go

from your space. 

This chant works for personal discomfort, or for when you are hurt. It works to remind you

that life is not all about you, it is about you and your relationship with Spirit. 

The line "It's more about you" gently acknowledges that life is more about Creator than your 

little world. Step back and expand your awareness.

(written by me)

the start

 Make no mistake; I believe in spiritual warfare, that even though I am a spiritual warrior, it is not true that I need to advertise this, beyond a personal blog like this, I will fight in many different ways on many different levels, this multi- dimensional reality calls me and awakens me, affirms me and activates me.

When I assist people in their own healing, I am doing battle with those who do not want them to be free or whole.
So these acts are in defiance of harmful energy and are serving the oneness of all light and love, and the blessings and lessons of darkness in all places where they are needed.
The light and the darkness are not opposite. They work together to align truth that touches all the worlds, known and unknown. It depends on the being/s who wield power and the hidden intentions at work.
In some cases, the intentions are hidden inside the practitioner from themselves.
This is why we all must deeply purify and cleanse ourselves, our psychic channels and inner chambers.
If there are blocks in place, the magic is stunted or stopped or stuck.
Purification and cleansing come in many forms and every being must find methods that are effective for them.