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.

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