Follow the Beat of the Shaman’s Drum

“You are the result of the love of thousands.”

I am reminded of this love as it sprinkles my head and face and I turn my gaze toward the sun, even though it’s raining.

“Notice...” I feel spoken through my belly. My natural awareness asking me to tune in.

The water delights my skin with kisses as my head tries to negotiate when these kisses will stop, as the wind sends this water to me as a reminder of elemental attention. Why must my mind rush to the end of things? The sun may be shining but tiny clouds can still birth the element of emotion and ask the wind to carry it to me. And it does.

This symbiosis overwhelms me at times. This mystical appreciation, this cosmological listening, and this nurturing response... it’s always happening. What needs to be seen is being carried to the eyes that need to see it. What longs to be heard is asking for witness and angels lovingly attend. This understanding that the fire of the sun and the wind in the rain is all a symphony for the delight of my awakening.

Rustling leaves stir in the trees “....remember...” I feel whispered onto my skin and it soaks deep into my heart. It’s spoken in a hollow tone, whispered through bones and light and nights and days of passionate embraces. Arms and legs and hearts beating all toward new life. What a dance we pretend to know, yet we are so deeply acquainted with. What a vibrancy we pretend to understand, yet we were birthed from it.

For lifetimes I have taught the lessons of the stars and sought the hidden teachings. I take a far different stance than many mainstream astrologers. I believe YOU are your stars in ecstatic motion. They don’t dictate your life but you, YOU, and your life give the stars expression.

My immersion in the healing path began, and fundamentally continues, with reiki, both for myself and others. The messages, visitations, and visions, are truly as varied as our fingerprints. It’s a completely difference experience for everyone, although what is accessed in this space has some commonality. Connecting you with the highest part of yourself and assisting you in activating your own inner healer, we use sound and Divinely-guided life force energy (also known as reiki), and tuning into the inner part of myself that has access to your energy, we journey together into a safe, sacred space where quantum shifts and energy can completely open, transform, release, process, and integrate energetic blockages and invite clarity and your own inner knowing. Using the drum, we activate and open energy centers where work can be done instantly. All those in pursuit of open minds and open hearts are welcome.

What a beautiful time to be alive, the veil is truly thinner than ever and we have access to levels of consciousness that in the past were reserved for a chosen few.

p.s. It’s not possible to tell you what to expect from a session. That would be like asking you to plan your own surprise party! However, I typically use a series of guided meditations, drumming, and healing modalities, and then divine unfolding takes over.

Obsessions

Notice the mind 

        It darts nervously

Notice the mind 

        “Don’t look at me!”

Hmmm...

        The mind does not want to be noticed. Why might that be?

            Why

                  Might 

                          That 

                                 Be

                                     ?

Why might that BE.

To be or not to be, that is the question. Our mind is obsessed. I find I do better when I identify my ego with my mind. My mind is amused with the American-ness of “do better” as a verb. 

The poor, misunderstood ego! 

    (It loves the pity, you see)

It just wants to HELP you, darling.

    No one else is thinking of you... so you must.

You have a response-ability to do so.

     “The ability to respond” as Cameron (Arizona) says.

My mind... scratch that... ego... scratch that... mind us so obsessed with me. The ultimate fangirl. Perhaps our soul’s work is not to give in to the groupie. Don’t take the blow job just because it’s being offered.

“Fear is the cheapest room in the house. I would like to see you living in better conditions.” Hafiz. That Hafiz. He fucking knew.

Anyway, sexual favors aside, I vote “The Ego” as my secretary. (See what I did there?)

Give yourself permission to want to be stroked.

Tracing your fingers along the edge of another dimension. Let your soul come alive with desire. It is your teacher.

Your solar heart deserves everything that comes with burning.

The unbearable pleasure.

The unbearable pain.

Let’s keep it interesting, shall we?

Remember, February 4, 2021, is a very important day in your life. Remember! 

Let Love Be Your Lover

I’ll say it again 

Your whispers of longing 

Make my heart pulse

Shivering with potential energy 

Trembling with what could be

Longing calls forth the seed

Aches to be realized

Longs for being made new 

By the destruction of new life

The shell of the seed cracks open and  

A tendril of vitality reaches from darkness 

to light 


Ong namo guru dev namo

I fall to my knees, 

I bow 

I bow 

I bow

To the inner teacher.

To divine wisdom, to the journey from darkness to light, to the divine master, to compassionate awareness,

Namo namo 

I kiss your feet as tears stream from my eyes 

I wash the face of of God with my tears 

To see the face of God and live. I can not.

To see the face of God and be reborn. I can. I will. I do. I must. I burn. 

Life churns within me. Forever wild and demanding space in existence. Receiving your song. 


It is all holy.

It is all sacred.

It is safe to know your Self by knowing the beloved.


Drop the falsification and construction

Calling forward the curvature and flow of earth and water. 


Form me shape me 

Make me an instrument

Play your song through me

I bow

I receive you, I am ready 

I was born for this