I mean what I say, part 2

 We do not need to idealize some

groups and villainize others

what needs proof, what needs seeing

will reveal itself.

the masks that should crumble will do so

and we will process that accordingly.

this process is being sped up

faster and faster

but there will be points

where the choices become clear.

That is now. Our choices are here.

Choose accordingly. Choose wisely.

I mean what I say

 Some people want to control the narrative

so badly

that they write the peace 

in our humanity 

out of the picture.

Never forget that 

some who became leaders

who claim power

are there strictly to 

abuse it

Never forget that

humanity is forged from 

compassion, beauty

and truth

Those who aim to 

tear that down

will never win,

mark my words. 

Four elemental reminders. One Universal Spirit source.

one reminder

water--

peaceful reminder

to receive cleansing purification

washing away confusion

bringing in clarity

still waters above 

turbulence below

transforming and transcending

until you align with it

release the old

and in with the new

one reminder

Air--

light breezes remind you to breathe

blows away cobwebs of illusion

clears and fills and clears the space

over and over until

the view changes.

one reminder--

earth --

the soil ready for plants to grow

rocky sand on the road into

the future

red dragonflies leading

new ways each step 

after each step and again

the perspective changes

one reminder

the fire--

illuminates

what needs to go and 

become the ashes 

which are proof that

that the power of fire

transformed it. 

earth air fire water and

the Cosmic Universal 

Source Spirit

receives you at any time

calling you home

whispering in 

every language

all at once

in the cosmos

Jumping from rock to rock

jagged sharp edges and shards of glass

become smooth white sand

beneath my feet

changing the instant these feet make contact

with the sharpness and danger.

I release the fear of moving

knowing I have the power of shifting

white sands to carry me through

any of the chaos or pain or numbness

the angels hold me up

loving ancestors help me ground.

The body is a neutral vessel

that is home for the soul and spirit

it is illusion and dishonesty

that leads us away from aligning

with this truth.

In Creators' dream, we are

whole, safe, free and loved. 

we need no scriptures

written by flawed men

just need to read the labradorite

the quartz crystal,

the selenite,

the turquoise, 

the moon stone,

the amber 

the palo santo smoke

the sage leaves

the ripples of waves from

bodies of water.  

Cool breezes like the breath of life

like fire protects from the cold

like water cleanses without asking 

why you are so poisoned and filthy

earth becomes as soft as needed 

when you accept your sacred place in the cosmos

it takes only this knowledge

to feel who and why we are here. 

even when I am the only one

I have more than 

questions now

I have aches and longing

and laughter that changes the whole room

even when I am the only one in it

I have more than questions

I have timid answers that want to be humble

that do not want to ruffle feathers 

but do want to burn down 

the structures of oppression and systemic violence

and allow the collective phoenix to rise

and that is not polite

let us allow real authenticity to lead us

you do not need to be angry to be authentic

but being angry can be authentic and cathartic and real

I have more than questions

for all of us

for each and everyone

for myself and 

my family

for the strangers and the 

closest to me

and the questions hit the wall with force

then slide down to the floor

are they useless?

No, beyond the questions is hope

there is faith

there is a belief in healing and improvement

there are dense green forest mountainsides

blue rivers in deep valleys, rainbow light 

in the mist

of waterfalls crashing

into pools below

and invisible signs that are screaming

Do not extract, do not exploit!!

but I am not sure who else

hears the screams. 

seasons

moonlight on the path

gives way to the dawn

summer dies into fall

winter arrives in humble glory

spring pushes the plants 

from under to above

I loved you with each step I took

each heartbeat, each stolen look

rain fall that overshadows all

washes away the poison

until only what we cannot see 

remains

glorious samsara sunset

slipping down past the horizon

shining less and less on the pain

until we cannot hear or see

still, we can feel

moments that are way too real.

hungry ghosts who dwell among us

are felt at twilight

seen in the shadows 

when light flickers over them

I loved you with each step I took

each heartbeat, each stolen look.

who or what?

It was when the raven touched down

I felt the ground shake

it was when the crow sang out her message

in a crow's language

I felt the earth rumble

It was when the waves crashed on the sand

I felt the earth tremble

It was all the sounds and sensations

pointing to change

pointing to a way to rearrange

and a chance to escape 

what seems inevitable

the birds touch down

they pause with their talons holding onto branches

in that liminal moment

where one world has not dissolved yet

and the new one has not surfaced

has not materialized

how long will we spend in this limbo?

how long will the animals point the way

all of the tree branches sending out signals

the roots of the trees sending out signals 

this home planet twirling in slow motion around a 

bright and proud star

but this sun is not permanent

and we are still in limbo

we are still liminal

how long will we cast shadows?

how long will we make footprints on the sand

on the soil

how long will our souls endure the torment

before giving out

something has to give

who or what will it be?

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.