sanctuary

silence

masks shattering like glass on hard tile floors

silence

autumn is on the way 

silence

authentic voices slide over the breeze

silence

she meant what she said, and so did I 

silence

spontaneous healing laughter 

silence

aligning with the thunder showers

silence

These beings are more alive now, and so am I

silence

releasing old energy, and the hold it had on me

silence

breaking the spells 

silence

calling in new spells

silence

strong protection and reassurance

silence

revealing break downs leading to break throughs 

silence

finally finding sanctuary amidst the chaos

silence.

letter to you all; sprinkled with sparkles.....

 Fairy

Angel

Mermaid

These exist in realms that run parallel to ours, or they exist behind the veils

of human perception. They are real in the sense that we can sense qualities

that they have within us and each other. I can feel the way I imagine fairies 

would. Others might feel ways that angels might feel. It is the same with 

mermaids. Often as we age, we are encouraged to let go of imagining 

these realms and our place in them because we cannot tangibly interact with

them and are expected to stop believing in possibilities. How boring is 

that?!

My coven sisters and I came up with Fairy, Angel, Mermaid after a night 

of ecstatic laughter, peering into each other and celebrating what we saw, going

back and forth with our mutual readings and so much more. We felt the 

presence of spirit in the room. It was slightly different for each of us, but we shared a 

momentary multidimensional experience that changed us. The spontaneous healing, the 

release with the magical laughter and the depth of the sight we all encountered was 

so powerful and cleansing. 

Now, we have a group name. Fairy Angel Mermaid is who we are when we join 

together and explore possibilities outside of the mundane realms. 

Adults need to play. We do not all play in the same way but the powerful

releases that come when we LET GO and safely free ourselves is the most 

therapeutic, helpful, fun, exciting experience I have had in years, and possibly 

ever. We get stronger when we imagine. It is of note that we were sober for this 

journey. We were high but grounded and sober adding no extra chemicals to the 

night. 

That is what I can share for now. I encourage you all to create space to do this kind

of play, and I will explain another time 2 exercises you can do to get started. 

With love and sparkles, Juliana Sage

land back now

Here with your reminder that billionaires do not exist and money isn’t real.

Billionaires do not exist because we have made up all currency. Even writing a check is a way to refer to money that we imagine these people have, and they truly have nothing if we think about it. Money is not real, but we assign it value and could just as easily take that away from everyone if we all agree that currency is completely made up, and it really is. 

What is real then and what is needed?

Conflict is real. Justice is real. It’s time now, to stop fighting and start building. 

We are, of course, on the precipice of massive changes and what those changes look like are up to us.

One of the best places to invest energy in is the land back movement.

If you are new to this I will briefly explain about it. I have not cited my sources but could find them if needed

-What is the land back movement? - let us summarize for now-

• A Call for Restoration: The Land Back movement is a comprehensive campaign advocating for the return of ancestral lands to Indigenous peoples, coupled with the restoration of their inherent Sovereignty and control over those territories.
• More Than Ownership: The Land Back movement is about stewardship, not just possession; it emphasizes Indigenous-led conservation, cultural preservation, and the right to self-determination as established in historical Treaty Rights.
• A Spectrum of Action: The Land Back movement operates through diverse legal, political, and social channels, from federal Fee-To-Trust processes to private land purchases, conservation easements, and public advocacy.
• 
  
• The way I see it:
• 
  
• The land back movement is a situation where non natives can amplify the voices of the indigenous led actions and ideas about the future of the planet
• drawing upon centuries of connection to the lands we inhabit, indigenous leaders must be at the forefront of these planetary changes. We can go into why, but trust me, this is a critical piece of our positive outcome as a species.

And then forget

I don’t want to think of my life in terms of numbers

height, weight, age
I will remember the night air
The smoke of the sage
The feeling just after
The sun sets 
And how the moon 
Comes into view

All of that is beyond numbers 
Beyond calculations and
Measurements 
All of that is unique
In the moment 
No two raindrops 
No two snowflakes 
Are the same
So why assign numbers 
To the everchanging events unfolding 
Without pausing
To be monitored 
And assessed while 
They are all still moving 

I don’t want to live my life in terms of numbers. 
I’d rather use the alphabet 
and then let myself forget. 

Slipping

 

I filter my way through this life

allowing what is no longer a part of my desires

to slip through my fingers

like sand, so easy

and the gravity that pulls the sand down

is courage. bravery. powerful energy. 

I no longer take in the 

harmful messages, 

they slip right through

I no longer take in painful experiences

I could have avoided

they slip right through

We need a filter on our life

because too much comes at us

and we cannot possibly

find equilibrium with all 

that coming at us, no

all that is too much

slips right through

observation

she smells like

anxiety and black tea

her heart beats out a staccato rhythm

with whispers of all the people she loves

she cares so deeply

that it is easier to escape into books

and political despair

than it is to rise from

her own individual cage

to liberate mind and soul

becoming more solid and whole

meanwhile she is fragile 

and cries so easily

carrying the kind of tension

than brings on illness

if she is not careful

she must be wrapped 

in a warm blanket of love

to begin to treat her deficiencies

wrapped in love from head to toe

until from within she 

begins to glow 

Birthday 2026, 47 years

Courage tastes the way

sandalwood, palo santo and copal incense smell

I blow in the directions of all my relations

(inhale and exhale)

I use up all the best prayers to 

offer to Creator

and then realize so many more and

so much more are waiting for me

to pick up and ponder before

sending it all out to sea

grandmother ocean, grandfather sky

our parents, our gifts, our sources flowing by

sand dollars scatter over the beach

like so much currency

let go the ideologies

let go the theory and hypothesis

let go ideas and educated guesses

let go 

and settle into silence

and stillness

within

while the chaos ensues

while the fierce chanting for all the 

well known reasons

lifts up into the winds and is carried all 

around and around

and the chaos ensues

while 

I let go

sit with silence and stillness

let the names go

let the identities go

let the masks crumble

let it all drift out to sea

swallowed by waves

and it all dissipates

it all dissolves in the salt water

purified and ready to

take on 

brand new possibilities

Your lips

 

Your lips make shapes your voice makes sounds

I see you and

My heart skips a few beats

Then comes back stronger

Ready to love more

And more

Down to the core

There’s always more

Where that came from

I see you

And my breath is caught

You cannot restrict love

Once it’s set free

Once it’s in motion

Waves from a sparkling ocean

Isn’t that what this world needs more of?

Sent from my iPhone

make them blue for you

I grew a garden

every time I thought about you

hoping at some point you would

see the thousands of plants and flowers

and small trees 

magical gardens

displaying only the colors you like

forest or sage green and deep purple

dark red and silver and gold

12 shades of blue

I'd blend the best shades, baby

just to make them blue for you

so when you were sad

the blue in the star light 

shone down on the 

blue in the garden

and the sadness would inch away

one tear at a time

I would see you slide up to the edge

I would see you lean over the ledge

then I would put my arms around you

I would blend the best shades, baby

just to make them blue for you

Emanations

Dressed in a human form,

she is asked about her origins 

she blinks and stares

cobwebs growing 

between her and her answer

why respond when

nobody believes her

and after so much time

does she still believe herself?

she cannot give the coordinates

to locate her home in the Universe

the Multi verse

the sources of gravity outside

of the earth. 

fantasy has led humans closer to reality

and she must

continue to wait 

for the honesty and clarity needed

to be seen

to be held properly

to be accepted in her true emanation

to emanate broadly

in the moon light

as the stars send messages

only she can read

and still cannot prove or explain

why

but

the universe has been good to me

she muses

as the blue, white, gray sky

passes over her paused in stillness

and a voice whispers:

It does go both ways, you are also

good to the Universe

it is an exchange

an exercise

a practice

a reflex

a reflection

She balances in that liminal space

Between sacred and mundane

soaking in the wild showers, 

with reverence for the rain,

taking in the wildflowers,

releasing all the pain

Gathering Star Dust

Following the trail

left by the ancestors

the dust begins to settle

Stars are shooting by

I am left wondering why

Drifting up into the night sky

I channel the energy 

the consciousness of invisible

invincible spirits

and as I serve others

the energy makes its way

through my vessel

and I receive the benefits of it 

along with passing the benefits on

the blessings are so abundant 

they pile up and spill over

and I am gathering this 

star dust in my bones and blood

healing that which I was told

would never heal

eclipse

the rising moon

casts shadows

while crackling fire flames

are licking at the split wood 

stacked high 

preparing for a long night

she has mysteries

in her cells and 

a lunar eclipse 

opens up the heart

and lets in the light that darkness

only paused

for a few moments

now the deep purple sky 

illuminated by starlight

is a place she knows more about

then she knows herself

honesty and hunger

cascading down

onto the salty tides

water falling on water

waiting for 

nothing

and nothing standing 

in her way. 

Ready: New Chant lyrics

 the wind

the water

the center

the earth 

and the fire

(Repeat 5 lines twice)

Spirit, come here

we are ready

Spirit, come here 

we've been waiting

(Repeat 4 lines twice)

Creator be here now

we offer up prayer 

with all that we are

under the sky and breathing the air

Creator be here now

(Repeat 4 lines twice)

Create a melody to each part and sing it

altogether. Make it easy enough for many

folks to be able to sing along.

Grey into Black

Ocean throwing salty waves

like coins into a fountain

part of me 

split off and slipped 

into the abyss

while I held on

for dear life

so that others would not

have to grieve my loss

so early on

I chose to live for others

until I could live for myself

allowing the body to heal

comes naturally

Allowing the mind and heart 

to heal must be a conscious choice

my life bloomed with flowers

and flowed like a river

without grass or rocks

impeding its flow

the healing goddess

entered my system

and helped me function

movement of ocean

rivers, streams, lakes, waterfalls

rain falling

leaving rivulets

flowing down streets

grey into black

and there are ways to tell time

to mark the passage of time

but I wonder if nobody noticed it

would we float around in pure consciousness

and light?

would we love with less limitations

since we would not know it could end?

and at some point, along the way, we get free

allowing it all to unfold

with peace and 

unfettered transformations 

where water meets sky

 Earth

Is a waiting room

With waterfalls and flowers

With animals and

Rewards for your patience

If you sit still

You can watch living things

Grow

And

Grow

Until it is clear

That we all know

After the waiting room

We disperse into all directions

Into any or many or no

Directions

Feeling any or many or no

Emotions

Plant your feet in the earth

Dig them into the sand

Earth will surround your feet

Hold them

For only moments

Broken down into

A dream

With any or many or no

mistakes

Staring at the horizon

Where water meets sky

And the messiness

Of meaning and purpose

Dissolves

Into puddles that pool around your feet

Planted

In the ground

Or sinking into the sand

Earth is a waiting room

And

always has been

We can know

If I emptied myself of words,

which many of us wish to do

what would remain

and align with the redwood forests?

with fog moving swiftly through the

forest air 

ending up gently on the soil

invisible relationship of air to earth

but it has its own music

of the natural atmosphere

and only therein can my words

dissipate, dissolve

into an alignment

with cycles of life

death and rebirth

noticing what the humans are doing 

but keeping all that activity at a distance

so that the mind is more able to 

get clear and find peace

more able to 

find and 

internalize peace

There are thousands or millions or more

of exoplanets like earth

that may support life the way earth does

but are far enough away that 

they seem out of reach. 

They are only out of reach physically

but psychically

we can know. 

we can inhale and exhale 

in the imagination of

harnessing the gifts from earth to 

bring to them

offering with love

to what is below

or beside

or above. 

infusion

 part 1.

My softness is calculated

It is weathered and worn

it takes energy and effort to

uphold

yes

easier to simply fold

fold in on myself 

and allow the hardening process to

take over

Let it drive the vehicle for awhile

Let the gentle, vulnerable parts

rest in the backseat

in the cold, in the heat

part 2.

a vibration is an oscillation

a movement

a frequency is how fast or slow 

the oscillation moves

So, I infuse the vibration

with loving kindness

and raise my own frequency

until many can no longer 

see

me

and I am free.

traces

I will make a list

someday

of all the ways out

of here

but it will 

be in some language that

was never invented

I hoped for the best

but never looked back 

to see if it was the best 

or worst 

that landed me 

where I ended up

I thought in codes

that nobody could 

break into

 I felt all the feelings

with distance from 

me and them

it was like all those things

 that happened

happened to someone else 

no, it could not have

happened to me 

I will make a list

and a plan

a blueprint

and a map

but I will not show them

I will not share them

like incense smoke, all of it

will evaporate

and leave a scent lingering

the only way to trace me

and then I will be

long gone

smoke and flames

 A survivor will 

put weight on their body

like armor

keeping predators and others

away if they can.

A survivor will lose weight

So, you cannot get access

to the softness that 

was violated and betrayed.

A survivor will split from 

themselves

Body goes in one direction

Mind and heart go elsewhere.

A survivor will do

what it takes

to make it through

intact. 

And when they realize they

are not fully intact, that

part of them has slipped away

they might search for it

or just accept that it's lost. 

Survivors have some 

choices to make.

Shut down, open up

swim faster

sink to the bottom.

All are fair reactions

to the fractured self

the wounded self

the one who might

divorce from reality, so

they can come back

with some sanity. 

Some of us 

make it look easy

but that is never the case

we mend what is broken

with tools we forged

from the ashes of the pain

we torched.

warming ourselves by

the fire 

watching flames and 

smoke go up 

higher and higher, finally

back to the place of 

endings and beginnings

winding together

loss and wholeness

Appreciate it

We can build 

stone by stone

a castle of protection

around your heart

but 

will it keep you 

safe from you?

I can crush all 

your enemies

while you sleep, so 

you can dream unbothered

and quietly.

But will it 

set you free?

I can give you sight 

to see any type of motive

hidden by deceptions

but will that make you

wise?

I wish to construct a 

world for you to flourish in

but if you have never 

known differently

will you 

appreciate it?

I can hold your hand

until we begin to mimic 

happiness

but at what cost?

Only when you arrive

at the shores of your own

vulnerability

and your own 

powers, your own

creativity,

only then 

will we part and 

let go

all the way

let go 

without looking back.

until we find each other 

again, one day, one night

with new language, and

refreshed sight

Author's note:

This is written from the perspective of the Universal Goddess who cannot be named.

better

Thousands of years have passed 

and you are still muttering about 

old promises

but

we never seem to get there

so far

and I do not know how many

more centuries or thousands of years 

I can wait. 

Destroy the dams

let the rivers flow, no matter 

if lives and homes are lost

beneath rushing water

fresh water

or salt water when we get

to the ocean side and the 

waves swell up

All of this, I foresaw. 

I have foreseen all of the natural disasters

(as they are called) but I know

they are fierce and wrathful, raging tears 

falling down the face of the earth

like rain onto rocks

some jagged; some smooth, catching the

raindrops in the dry crevices

light gray into dark black

but nothing is bleak 

about this destruction

it must be done

and just as I foresaw it

I will again dream

a new reality from

the tenuous and tenacious one

that has a hold on your psyche 

but not mine

I am blissfully free of distractions

I hover in the flames of fire that consume

I am storms sweeping 

over the dry crackling fields

and all of this will bring relief and peace

although it looks and feels apocalyptic

trust me, it gets better from here. 

Author's note:

This is written from the perspective of the Universal Goddess who cannot be named. 

I whispered it

you never knew my real name

not my true name

but not because I never told you

I gave you hints

I whispered it when 

we fell silent

I asked to be seen by

looking away, pointing at the

clouds

I asked to be heard

by chanting the words

reciting the stories and dreams

until you looked away

not ready to know, not willing

to participate 

in a reality too nuanced

too distant 

from your piece of earth

too full of floods and fertile soil

and breaking curses

I asked to be known

but without that reflection

I sank back into the waves

and let go

what is it that remains

🌿🌿🌿🍃🍃🌙🌀

tell me a story

with your fingers tracing words 

and secret meanings

down my spine with 

a cautious design

tell me a story 

taking your time

punctuating a silence

with a deep breath

and a reminder that 

this is all illusion anyway

and little more than 

all our experiences combined

could ever shift this

into a whole new dream

or illusion

as it were

false prophets and charlatans are 

everywhere

calling for that which they cannot

command

Blink, and their lives are over

What remains

is time and space

for truth to arise. 

Brigid poem

 Holy well 

sacred flame

hold us close

release our pain

Fires burning within

that cleanse and transform

letting the angst and anger

fall away from us

free from the shackles of our past

free from self- limiting beliefs

May we soak in waters

of the sacred well

cleansing us free

from past challenges or harsh memories

May we wash our souls 

chanting praises

singing verses

until we find the moment

we become still

within which we get our fill

of the powerful flame

of the blessed waters

blessing the hearth

filling our spaces

knowing a deep healing that erases

any complications in the way

of our walk on Brigid's path

lights bursting from stone

darkness in which we are never alone. 

the key

When I hold up a mirror

you say the reflection is like water,

it ripples outward, onward, repetitive.

When I give you your own words back

You say they have been tampered with

and I retreat.

At this point I begin to look inward

why is it so hard to show others

what I have witnessed?

I can only count on myself 

as a keeper of all this knowledge

as a keeper of the sacred reflections of others

as a keeper of their whispered words, wounds and secrets

I am the vault that allows 

this all to exist in the space of love

in the space of healing

in the space of true compassion

in the space of purification

salt water and rosemary together 

tethering us to each other 

but at the same time 

finding complete freedom

but the moments that 

create the freedom

that hold it inside 

are surrounded by your choices

that make this freedom into another choice

the cage or the key

the path you have known or 

the path being offered to you.

it will be revealed that 

until you choose the new path being offered

you will just start over

like samsara. 

birth, life, death and rebirth

so, when the offer comes along

to wake up

you may decide if it is time

to do so.

everything in between

She was made of

hummingbirds

of sea turtles

of dragonflies and spirals

she was made of

impossible visions

and the splendor of the 

redwood forests

she was made of

lights 

and thunder showers, 

and of

the root systems,

the branches all the way at the top

and everything in between.

nobody had ever witnessed

any of this

up to this point,

but all this magic 

was beginning to show

she was beginning to glow

since nobody would believe her

she kept quiet about her contents 

and origins

she knew the struggle of 

hidden identities 

she had plenty of them

and she knew the names

she would be called if 

she was discovered,

so, she dug her feet into the damp soil

and stretched her hands up into the stars

whispering to the earth

the air

the fire

the water

and the rivers spoke back

and the fire crackled a response

and the air moved into the space with answers

and the earth held her like always, 

hearing and knowing and sensing with 

compassion

she felt her gratitude soaring

like an owl at night

her wingspan expanding

knowing she would be landing

with protection

guidance

and wisdom

renewal and total change

What if all the stories

in your mind about yourself

vanished

And you could rebuild 

from the ground floor

A whole new being

that you would know

deeply and fully

what if you could choose 

once more, who and how to be

And this time you keep your 

maturity

But still no old stories about self

And all this leads to a new

worldview

and you swim in the

incandescent

iridescent

impossible

waters of renewal and total change

Finding out step by step

moment by moment

how it is to have chosen

rather than falling into 

patterns and habits

that don't reflect you but 

still provide stories of you

what if the rain cleansed it all?

purified it all?

All made up

You are made up 

of a sacred fabric

That is made up of

light energy

of particles and waves

You are made up. 

You are created.

Angels witness

your evolution

Your exquisite transformations

Time cannot touch you

my love, it can only

bring you along

into phases

that at other times elude you

until you become ready

and willing to 

shed the skin

and begin.