Cobra: Snake Medicine. {poetry}
Open your eyes, plant your feet. Notice. Even if the meaning for you is not clear, just take in the profound beauty of this planet at this time.
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The Landscapes May Be Different, But We Are All the Same.
Let me follow circus performers, their blazed trail of rebellious life-seekers. I want to march among them, no longer worrying about how I appear.
Whatever Transforms You is True: Finding Your Spiritual Rock.
However much we, or someone else, might recommend a path or perspective, we have to make our own spiritual experiments, and become our own scientists of the soul.
Piercing the Veil: Scorpio’s Samhain Descent. {Cosmic Connection}
It is, after all, the season of Samhain. The season of darkness. The season that gives us the opportunity to recede and reflect.
The Dreadful Shadows of the Wild Woman: A Necessary 3-Course Nightmare.
She can accept the ugly shadows as parts of her but not this cosmic blessing kneeling before her. Still, she does as she is told, nourishing herself with the Shadow of Divinity; she tastes like sacred nectar and ceremonial chocolate. She tastes like holy water and the body of the Magdalene.
The Wild Rising: A Seven-Sealed Humanifesto for the Apocalypse.
I don’t know who started the chant, but soon there were millions of voices crying out into the night, "We are taking back our children, and we are rising! We are rising! We are rising!" The clouds started parting, and when we saw the moon, we knew we were fulfilling a sort of planetary destiny.
From Soul to Ego, With Love. {poetry}
I never knew my soul could be such a charming romantic.
I never knew my ego could be such a tender sweetheart.
Blessed Be the (R)Evolution of Your Truth: A Love Letter to the Priestess of Soul.
No more do we need tiresome, diluted, one-size-fits-all, static verses. Tell me of your joy right now, in this moment. Tell me of your agony, your challenges, and your deep-seated pain. Tell me, woman, tell me now how we can hold each other up today -- not tomorrow, but today.
Secret Recipes of Wicked Women: Wild Matrilineal Wisdom for the Mabon Bride.
And this, my love, this is the hearty bread of fem-fire; it has been baked in the blazes of our funeral pyres, smoked in the houses they burned, and seasoned with the ashes of the holy healers burned at the stake. This is the taste of righteous rage. Don’t eat this before bed, or you will not ...
Having Faith in the Fire: The Art of Alchemical Transformation.
The soul is always already working on us, in us, and drawing our attention through desire with symptoms and signs and synchronicity to where transformation wants to happen. Our task is to feel for the heat and follow the flame. Otherwise, we’ll remain out in the cold, separated from our own ...