LISTEN...

L  ~ Love talks

I ~  Interstellar transmissions from the Universe

S ~ saying which way to go, "Here.  Go this way," caws the Raven.

T ~ trouble arises when the Mind attempts to exert control.  "No!  Don't!" it screams.

E ~ Every thing is in proper place.  So you can just let
go
and breathe.

N ~ Now is all there is.

Listen.....

Rockin' & Rollin'

There's so much I want to say to you,
"You" who are 'Me' - as the rise of our great, collective consciousness
calls us each back, begging that we re-member. 
However, we are also each separate and distinct -
a unique piece of this grand puzzle that,
even in our bumbling foolhardiness, even with our
wanton mistakes, and our erroneous insecurities,
we each play out our divine role, perfectly.
This 'True Love' is the most bittersweet practice.
It isn't easy, for it means that One chooses short-term pain
over the perpetuation of long-term suffering.
And, oft times, the seeker must strike out alone.
As Osho's Transformation Ta'rot said today:
"It is the authenticity of the seeker that is the way.  
There is no other path."
This MAGIC moves mountains.
So long as you beelieve that you are enough, that
you are worthy and that you deserve.
YOU ARE LOVE.
THERE IS NOTHING OUTSIDE OF YOU 
TO ARRIVE AT OR GET TO.
There is no something more, no grass is greener on the other side.
THIS IS IT.
And the sooner you learn to celebrate and revere this,
the more time you have to enjoy the PARTY.
Now, LET'S ROCK!

Giving Up

There is a battle being waged
as old as time immemorial
(or so we are told)
its roots and beginnings
I know not.

Once upon a time however,
we lived in harmony,
we honored natural rhythms,
we accepted the organic wholeness of ourselves
in relationship with our planet,
we once held ALL LIFE as SACRED.

ALL LIFE IS SACRED.

Life was simple
and we flourished.
Then, marauding men from the north
stormed our villages and our hearthstones
stealing our ways,
raping our innocent,
emasculating our men.
Pretending this violence was for the good of our Souls.

Only violins are good for our Souls.

And today, the battle remains.
It's on your television and in every bit of necromania that you consume.
Violence is not entertainment.
(Stop watching)
It's in your car as - alone - you pull up to a gasoline pump.
The Earth's precious resources are not infinite, nor ours to take.
(Drive less)
It's within you - as you choose to respond to life in every moment.
How do you respond?
(Put your iPhone away and start paying attention)

The machines and the mayhem,
the linear thinking and analytical brain,
the technology and the toys -
all of these are empty.  Devoid of meaning, they mean nothing
without the MAGIC of BALANCE - without the celebration of DEATH as INHERENT to LIFE; without the understanding that CHAOS is simply energy without a container; and without the honoring that what your Soul needs most -
no matter who you are, no matter where you live, no matter what you do, say or practice -
is LOVE.
Touch.  Surrender.  Softness.  Vulnerability.  Tears.  Joy.  Pain.  Ecstasy.
WE NEED EACH OTHER.

Put the weapons away.
Admit defeat (force doesn't work).
AND BLOOM, GROW, DIE and BEE REBORN
happily.

"This giving up is not a repenting.
It's a deep honoring of yourself.
When the Ocean comes to you as a Lover,
marry, at once, quickly for God's sake.
Don't postpone it!
Existence has no better gift.
No amount of searching will find this.
A perfect falcon, for no reason,
has landed on your shoulder
and become yours."
--Rumi

TRUST & TRUE POWER : RAVEN MEDICINE

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A MOST POWERFUL, UNOFFICIAL BEGINNING OF SUMMER IT HAS BEEN.

DID YOU WORK WITH THE MAGIC  OF THE MONTH & THAT MOON?

IT IS IMPERATIVE DURING THIS TIME PERIOD THAT WE EXAMINE OUR RELATIONSHIP

WITH POWER.

WHAT DOES POWER MEAN TO YOU?

WHERE DO YOUR FEELINGS, IDEAS AND ASSOCIATIONS ABOUT POWER COME FROM?

 

from the Messenger Oracle Guidebook

by Ravynne Phelan

#47 (Raven Card)

"Magic is the mysterious & coincidental.

It is at the heart of those moments of synchronicity & knowing.

It is woven into the awareness that there is more to life than what you can see.

It is born of the moment when you step without fear and with loving heart into the Void,

voice your desire, & have Great Spirit send his messengers to show you the way.

Trust in magic.  It is real."

RAVEN MAGIC : "OWN YOUR POWER"

from Steven Farmer 

"Trying to keep yourself little by denying your power so you won't be a threat

to anyone, merely keeps you in a false bubble of safety.  Of course, at least that way you won't stand out.

Well, that trick has worn out its welcome.

You're more powerful than you think you are, so it's time to stop pretending.  Those psychic games you play like finding convenient parking spaces or knowing when someone is going to call - those are just parlor tricks, yet they're subtle testimonies to the gifts you have.  There's no need to take on airs about your incredible talents.  Let them serve you, but mainly let them be of service to others - whether human, animal, plant or mineral.  Use your abilities to demonstrate to others that there is amazing power of Spirit available that can move mountains, a force that can be accessed with the proper mix of faith, intention and focus.  So, stop doubting, worrying or making excuses, and own your capacity to be a powerful magician.  Use these gifts to help make a better world for all beings." 

Additional Associations: Shadow, Insight, Prophecy. Shape-Shifting

magic dances

"Where have you been
'cuz I never see you out
are you hiding from me
yeahhh?
Somewhere in the crowd?"
 --RiRi

At my right hand, is a High Priestess,
we walk tall, arm-in-arm,
acknowledging our shared reflection
that of Goddess incarnate.
At my left side, is a High Priest.
We lay, naked, in fields of gold,
on a golden hill,
revering a most ancient practice
Polarity magic.
Around me, an army grows,
strong warriors ready to battle,
beacons and bearers of light
each beelieving he is Christ embodied.
The other day, I elevated King Tut's head -
even above the Queen's - because I love my brothers,
of course we want to elevate you.
And, I am not trusting my mind to this fight,
I just keep laying down my arms,
baring my truth and surrendering my path.
It's what the Universe commands.
My body knows what to do.
 

Lunar Eclipse & Full Moon TONIGHT

One of my favorite, monthly resources is Jose & Lena Steven's School of Shamanism
in which their website, the Power Path, provides an insightful forecast of each month.
Not too long ago, I changed my email address (yet again), and I have forgotten to re-sign up for their free e-letter.  Thus, I didn't look at this month's reading (the theme for May is MANIFESTING) until last night.  Either way, I enjoy the virtual pat on the back, reminding me "Good job, Cara!" because I am in tune with Universal flow and motion.  (What more is there to bee?  Um, nothing.)

"This is a very powerful month and you would be wise to use it well.  The theme of manifesting brings up many areas to work on.  There is plenty of material around this theme for growth, change, elimination, study, breakthrough, expansion, balance and alignment.  It continues to be a creative time with lots of opportunities for beginnings and endings but the main focus that will give you the most for your efforts is the study and understanding of what MANIFESTING is all about.  So treat this month as a daily workshop on manifesting and set an intention that you will end this month with a greater understanding and ability to manifest.  Insert the intention for magic and miracles whenever possible as this is a good month for both magic and miracles.

This will require exploring your current beliefs about how everything in your life becomes manifest and understanding it in such a way that you become empowered with the ability to be more conscious about how you manifest your life.  This understanding is crucial at this time as we are in the window of eclipses (there are two this month and there was one in April) providing us with great power and opportunity and offering us a portal for changing what we believe about our ability to have what we want."  (go here for the full reading)


And, as for that FULL MOON & LUNAR ECLIPSE TONIGHT, over at OpEdNews, Cathy Lynn Pagano had this to say: "This Full Moon energy can bring up old feelings and memories dealing with the experience of being taught to separate and categorize people, things and events without really knowing ourselves what that thing was.  We accepted the category when we were too young to logically examine it, and perhaps we never got back to re-think it.  This eclipse on the axis of the lower mind and the higher Mind focuses our attention on how we think and what we believe.  The cosmic gift of this eclipse is that the higher Mind offers us an opportunity to release outworn ideas and beliefs that no longer serve our life.  Let them go with gratitude, for they got you here.  But now we need to know our Truth, walk our Truth and live our Truth.  It's time to replace the old categories of knowledge with new ideas and new perceptions based on our awakened consciousness.  
  
Think of all the labels we've been taught to put on people and things.   Did we label them that way because we've had the experience of who or what they are, or were we taught a stereotype of who society says they are?  Or perhaps you believe in your labels because of your ideals and your values. Either way, it never hurts to dust off our beliefs and look at our way of thinking about things.  It's important at this time to work consciously and conscientiously with our beliefs and our thoughts, since they create our reality.   This lunar eclipse energy can help us become aware of behavior patterns based on faulty thinking and beliefs, so we can release old emotional body wounds we've continued to inflict on ourselves."  for more, go here

The Dream

I asked a psychic for help the other day.
It's something I have never done before
but I was just so darn curious.
Her answer to my question was a straight "No"and
pure negativity.  Later that evening, however,
I realized that she was answering my question from her
perspective - a fear-based place where money matters and makeup is
applied.  This isn't the timespace warp that I choose to inhabit, though.
So, like all good things, I take what works while tossing the bulk of it over my shoulder,
like a fine salt.
My altar, on the other hand, is reliable.  It knows my Soul and what I pray for -
which is always to bee in service to the greatest and highest good.  The only thing to remember is that what "THE BEST FOR ALL" is is a mystery - therefore I must TRUST that all is unfolding according to DIVINE PERFECT ORDER, always. 

Today my Osho Zen Ta'rot card reads: "The Dream, six of water
This has been said, again and again, down through the ages.
All the religious people have been saying this: "We come alone into this world, we go alone."
All togetherness is illusory.  The very idea of togetherness arises because we are alone, and aloneness hurts.  We want to drown our aloneness in relationship...
That's why we become so much involved in LOVE.
Try to see the point.
Ordinarily you think you have fallen in love with a woman or with a man because she is beautiful, he is beautiful.  That is not the truth.  The truth is just the opposite: you have fallen in love because you cannot be alone.  You were going to fall.  You were going to avoid yourself somehow or other.  And there are people who don't fall in love with women or men - they fall in love with money.  They start moving into money or into a power trip, they become politicians.  That too is avoiding your aloneness.  If you watch man, if you watch yourself deeply, you will be surprised - all your activities can be reduced to a single source.  The source is that you are afraid of your aloneness.  Everything else is just an excuse.  The real cause is that you find yourself very alone.

Some enchanted evening you are going to meet your soul mate, the perfect person who will meet all your needs and fulfill all your dreams.  Right?  Wrong!  This fantasy that songwriters and poets are so fond of perpetuating has its roots in memories of the womb, where we were so secure and 'at one' with our mothers; it's no wonder we have hankered to return to this place all our lives.  But, to put it quite brutally, it is a childish dream.  And it's amazing that we hang on to it so stubbornly in the face of reality.  Nobody, whether its your current mate or some dreamed-of partner in the future, has any obligation to deliver your happiness on a platter - nor could they even if they wanted to.  REAL LOVE COMES NOT FROM TRYING TO SOLVE OUR NEEDINESS BY DEPENDING ON ANOTHER, BUT BY DEVELOPING OUR OWN INNER RICHNESS AND MATURITY.  Then we have so much to give that we naturally draw lovers toward us."

this love is (like honey)

shedding skin
peeling away the layers
releasing attachment
to objects, things
to memories and yester years,
to shoulda woulda coulda
because only this
is.
it's a gradual unveiling
of what has always been
ready and waiting for me to simply
let go, essence burns
like fire illuminating a dark night.
I can only know what I need now
what tomorrow brings
is a mystery.
Attuning my senses,
my capacity to hear and hold
stretches far beeyond my own meager perceptions,
pleasantly surprised, I am tickled pink like a brand new baby,
born of a manger.
This radiance, this joy
is.
Bending and swaying,
flowing and surging,
this honeysuckle tastes of sweetness,
this pollen ripe for the taking,
this liquid gold
is.
this
love
is
like honey.

¿Por qué no?

give it a shot
in the dark
'cuz you never gonna know
where your pebble will land 
so you toss it in
to as many buckets as you can find
to rivers
and oceans
to bathtubs and belly buttons
to around the world and back again
because this storm cannot be contained
this raging heart cannot bee held back
this spacious Soul cannot be stopped
so you keep 
pressing 
forward
one foot
in front of the other
one big, breath in
one
next
moment
remembering to breathe
practicing compassion
feeling it all
holding it tight
loving it out.
Loving it in.
Loving it.
Loving.
It.
LOVE.
It.
love.
Todo es amor.
Nada mas aqui.

PRESENCE

I was fourteen when I learned first-hand about the
POWER of PRESENCE.
That year, I had joined my high school's tall flag team.

Parading alongside the marching band, in tight, black spandex
that hugged my developing form, and counting hash marks,
while keeping time to the tune of the band and spinning, flipping and jazz running with flags, rifles and swords, was an art form that kept me bumbling and feeling awkward for an entire school
year.  Still, I persisted and, every Friday night during the fall season,
I could bee found on the football field at halftime, performing or practicing my skills.

One night, our entire unit was headed out of the stadium.  Marching in formation,
we were taught to keep our heads forward and our gaze focused.  "Don't break your
concentration," was our mantra.  Usually, and especially when we saw our friends,
we would lose our focus and look at these others with sheepish smiles
or a wave of our hands.  It's hard to be serious when one is a teenager!

On this evening, however, there was a photographer stationed along the western end of the
field, capturing images on her camera.  I recall noticing her out of the corner of my eye as she turned the lens of the camera in our direction and, for some strange reason, I challenged myself not to look in her direction.  I forced myself to remain present - with my left, gloved hand holding the top of my tall flag, and my eyes trained on the girl's head in front of me.  I didn't waver in my resolve.  Yet, I also had no clue what was motivating me because I didn't think that she would take my picture.

Yet, that she did and that photograph ended up on the cover of our school handbook for the entire next school year.  My beet-red, side-profile became a take-home memento for hundreds of my peers.  It was posted on my teacher's classroom windows and I would find it under classroom seats, where some hooligan drew a mustache on my chiseled face.  "Ha, funny!" I would laugh, with a flip of my hand.  It was quite an experience to taste the sweet fruit that resulted in my simply choosing presence - in lieu of distraction - for a few, short moments of time.

Today, I sub-consciously employ this same "strategy" when I am engaged in life-affirming dialogue with others.  I commit my whole self to the moments at hand and, as a result, I "win" a LOVE and a loyalty that is mine for safe keeping.  

I highly recommend you try it for yourself! 

FRIENDLINESS

It has been almost a year since my reality came to include chickens.
And I continue to bee grateful for their gifts in my life.
Today, I tend to a coop of five, sweet hens.  They live directly behind
my current bedroom.  I simply walk out the room's backdoor, down outdoor
stairs and I have arrived onto a canyon canopy where they are safely kept.
On Friday, I let them out - to wander, breathe and bee of their own accord - because
ALL LIVING CREATURES REQUIRE & DESERVE SPACE TO JUST BEE.
I, however, usually find myself creating turbulence due to this belief of mine
as it goes against every tenet of our death loving, and life fearing, culture.
And, c'est la vie.
There are some edges that I am just willing to push - even in the face of the likely condemnation, "No's," "That is bad," and "You are wrongs."
Right and wrong are simply a human construction.

Yesterday at work, I told a little girl that she was being a good child because of how patient she was with her mother in our store.  Immediately, I wanted to take back my words, to fling myself at the girl child and let her know that she is always "good" even when she is told she is "bad."  I withheld, however.

My altar has returned, and I now sit perched before it.  It's wisdom speaks to me through various conduits.  Last night, I pulled the 2 card from the Minor Arcana of my Osho Zen Ta'rot cards and this is what it said:

"FRIENDLINESS:
First meditate, be blissful, then much love will happen of its own accord.  Then being with others is beautiful and being alone is also beautiful.  Then it is simple, too.  You don't depend on others and you don't make others depend on you.  There is always a friendship, a friendliness.  It never becomes a relationship, it is always a relatedness.
You relate, but you don't create a marriage.  Marriage is out of fear, relatedness is out of LOVE.
You relate; as long as things are moving beautifully, you share.  And if you see that the moment to depart because your paths separate at this crossroad, you say goodbye with great gratitude for all that the other has been to you, for all the joys and all the pleasures and all the beautiful moments that you have shared with the other.  With no misery, with no pain, you simply separate.

In this card the branches of two flowering trees are intertwined, and their fallen petals blend together on the ground in their beautiful colors.  It is as if heaven and earth are bridged by LOVE.  But they stand individually, each rooted in the soil in their own connection with the earth.  In this way, they represent the essence of true friends, mature, easy with each other, natural.  There is no urgency about their connection, no neediness, no desire to change the other into something else. 

This card indicates a readiness to enter this quality of friendliness.  In the passage, you may notice that you are no longer interested in all kinds of dramas and romances that other people are engaged in.  It is not a loss.  It is the birth of a higher, more loving quality born of the fullness of experience.  It is the birth of a LOVE that is truly unconditional, without expectations or demands."

...HAPPINESS...

"Let us not follow vulgar leaders
who exploit the fear of death
and promise the bliss of salvation.

If we are truly happy,
they will have nothing to offer.

Some leaders use threats to win adherents.
They invoke death to force good behavior
and to herd people toward paradise.

If you have no satisfaction,
they offer bliss.
If you feel inadequate,
they offer success.
If you are lonely,
they offer acceptance.

But if we do not fear death
and are happy,
what will such leaders have to offer?
Spirituality is an organic part of daily life,
not something dispensed by a professional.

True spirituality is liberation,
not just from the delusions of reality
but from the delusions of religion as well.

If we attain freedom from the fear of death,
a sound way of health,
and a path of understanding through life,
there is happiness
and no need for false leaders."

--B. & L. Smith

....actually........

I

AM

PRETTY

WELL


TURNED

ON.

Can you turn yourself on?


Are you turned on?


Is your beam inflamed? 
A blazing inferno bound for glory?


Because
I
Am.

embodying BALANCE

I spent four, formal years training my body, re-patterning it
and developing new pathways for movement within, from and around it,
yet I graduated feeling heartbroken,
and unable to vulnerably express that I was amiss because I literally could not hold long, extended
ballet poses without, within seconds, faltering over in one direction or another.  As an undergraduate college student, I had not yet learned how to move from my center.
It wasn't until, years later, when I was using my bicycle to manuever up these SD city hills -
coupled with a Bikram's yoga practice - that I discovered that twisting motion of turning-a-door-knob at-one's-belly-button, as well as the-gritting-one's-teeth-and-baring-down feeling, that is being centered.
But then there's the emotional application of balance as well and, well,
I kinda got really far 
off
                                                                                               balance
whoops!
when? how? who? what? where? why?
lots of reasons, excuses and pitfalls
and maybe most of all
because I am human.
So, now, I equalize my flow.  Because
I feel a tilt in an unhealthy direction - today,
my adrenaline spiked.  "Pow!"  I am pissed.
"Cara, you're exhausted," my caring, inner parent assures me.
"Rarrrrrrr...." my tweaked neck rages.

So, I reconnect to ME, channeling my energy, intention and attention
in a forward direction.  For I am also a builder. 
Let's build.

And, Who Am I?

I am essence,
having a human experience.
Referred to as Cara, beloved,
I am a face without a name,
A peddle in a bucket.
I am this/moment
now

caught/in/my/breath.
I am/this moment
forever
and I am

no

more.

I am alive in our laughter
and I long for your kiss
as we shudder in ecstasy
and whimper in embrace

I am scorned and I hiss
I beg and I whimper
I am ancient, I am wise
I am fertile, I am nubile

I am without remorse, I am fearless
I am goddess, I am grace
I am presence, and insecurity,
i am this i am this.

I am your deepest longings
I am your heart's desire
I am the carcass on the tarmac
being picked at,

I am witch, I am priestess,
I am curves and delight,
I am wicked, I am winsome,
I am your flashlight,
Now can you turn me on
and illuminate the night!

Mother of My Soul

"Mother of my Soul
soul to set me free
you have given me all that I need to
help me see,
Mother, mother
of my soul
you have given me all that I need
to make me whole....
to help me grow...."
--shimshai

And, a point comes when we each have to make a choice,
"Do I choose LOVE
or do I choose fear?"
Because it is always a choice, ya know?
The test simply lay in our learning how to decipher
the difference
between the dismebodied voices preaching
their scarcity-not-enough-take-more-than-your-fair-share
violent ways which have taken our precious, peaceful, life-giving
bodies hostage
and the harmonious destiny that is each of our birthrights.


Choosing LOVE means we do not plant seeds of discord.
Instead, we allow for life to naturally unfold as we trust that whatever
may come is for the highest and best good, even if that means that we are left behind
to clean up the mess.
Choosing LOVE means that we awaken our senses and honor
that our planet isn't merely filled with butterflies and rainbows.
There are dark shadows here who prefer their Vampiric ways,
and that's okay, too.
Choosing LOVE means growing up and seeing with clear eyes
those who operate from the space of self-interest, competition and pettiness.
You know who they are.
These others are quick to spread gossip, to put you down or to react defensively
when life doesn't adhere to their whims.  These are people who choose FEAR.
What do you choose?
And, how do the people you surround yourself with reflect your choices?
SURROUNDING YOURSELF WITH SUCCESSFUL PEOPLE
MEANS
that you've chosen to wrap yourself in LOVE.
Pay intention.
& Listen.
Then, act accordingly.
You'll bee grateful you did.

Changing of the Guard

There's a changing of the guard happening
a slow shift of those who only aim to serve their selves
and their greedy needs for control, money or feigned power
out
as a gentle embrace for those who bow down in humility,
who listen deeply and who follow the Universe's command
for a loving, peaceful and just planet Earth
beecomes a great, galvanizing hug
squeezing our ancient ways back into beeing.
Even those who have forgotten will come to,
however they shall remain on the periphery
fated to watch at a distance
as TRUE LOVE once more reigns.
For those of US found at the center of this
giant, cinnamon roll,
we shall laugh and dance
spin and twirl
needing nothing more than EACH OTHER.

where the morning birds coo

Sitting in a canopy of green
where the morning birds coo
and the chickens cluck
like all things
it is a temporary resting spot.
And I am really enjoying this,
now.
Yesterday, a hummingbird

paused

and
beat
her
wings
gently
in my face, and around my poofy head
of big hair,
then she flew over to R and J
as we sat on the patio
sipping green juice
and making small talk
because our little minds can't truly conceive
the grandeur.

This morning, the papers say
that our planet's heat index is rising
and that our dear terra firma
is infirma
she is sick
from too much human waste,
disrespect and disregard.
Her beeloveds are perishing
and her waters receding,
still we march on by
erroneously concluding that
we each individually deserve our own pie
in the sky.
Oh my!

What you deserve is peace, LOVE 
and harmony.  Only this song isn't found
on the radio or in popular antics.
To truly sing what is in your heart
you must remember how to just bee
without all of the gizmos and the gadgets
and without all of the distraction and the brainwashing.

In playing the instrument that we each are,
we remember that we were brought here for
different destinies.  For some of us, it is cleaning up all
of the shit that has been left behind, while for others it
is leading the brigade forward.  For most of us, however,
we belong in the middle - pulled gently along with the flow
of the natural rhythms.  Cycles we can count on.
Spring, summer, fall, winter.
Waxing, full, waning, dark.
Ebbing and surging,  
in and out, out and in.

Be still in the silence.
Listen for your brilliance.
It emerges from that quiet place within.

Tales for Another Time

She comes in, searching for Solomon's Seal.  "I need it, for protection," she says.  "Ever since my grandmother died on June 22nd, my powers for sensing dark energy have magnified."  Wearily, she glances around the store, the exhaustion evident in her whole beeing.  "I went down to Old Town last night and I couldn't stay."  "That makes sense," I say.  With our casual banter, her on-alert stance relaxes.  "I forget what it's like to bee in a space where people understand."  "I beelieve," I assure her.  "We have an amulet," I respond.  "Wear it and no ill harm will come to you." 

It's a Saturday before Mother's Day and my new co-worker drips with affection.  He is sweet, a peaceful warrior and a follower of the ancient ways - both Egyptian and Atlantean.   It's the eleventh of the month, and the magic of mysticism is swirling.  Like a Sufi dancer, all I can do is spin spin spin in the fire of LOVE, transmuting all of the past, destructive muck into pure gold.  

The night before, we ended up at King Ramzee's.  Upon sitting down to eat, a modern-day Nefertiti's voice comes over the airwaves.  "Where have you been all my life?" she demanded to know, as I danced in my seat to the sic beatz while you intermittently took bites of your Gyros and kissed me on the cheek.

Yesterday, after work, you text and say that you need assistance of the Spiritual kind.  What is a girl to do?  Yet, this woman also has priorities and responsibilities of her own, and she is simultaneously beckoned to Ray Street at Night to talk through mis-communication with her Soul brother.  Adept at compassionate communication, we walk arm in arm as I also defend and protect my right to share openly with my Soul family. 

At the popular North Park gathering, I am surrounded by my community and village.  As I arrive, you are standing by the band.  I haven't seen or talked to you in months.  Seemingly just risen from bed, you are dishelved, and your long black, hair smells of smoke.  I openly offered you LOVE, yet the thick barbs and walls around your heart were impenetrable.  "I found your tri-pod," you say, as I just stand there, all 5'2" of true power.  I just shrug.  My energy is too precious, yet I remain grateful for this painful mirror that was my last wake-up call. 

My sister Goddess, we bump into each other in the Art Department.  You cry, you felt abandoned by me.  "I love you," I declare.  "You are my sister!"  "I just had to take care of me, and get better.  Look," I say.  "My wart is gone."  Two dancers surreptitiously enter the space and dance to RiRi's latest pop-hit, Stay.  I run out the door, to grab you, the Bringer of Light.  You, of course, had already taken photos of the performance on your i-phone - the "coincidence" not lost on your old Soul.  Soon, we return to your home - it's my first time there as you bear your truth to me, an almost perfect stranger.  And, there sits a tri-pod, we discuss these master numbers of 11 twice (22) and you show me your blog and book, as ancient Egyptian artifacts beg to be read. 

"Did you feel the power of that Solar Eclipse?" you ask.  I simply nod my head, grinning like a fool.  "What role do you think San Diego has to play in all of this?" you want to know.  "I don't know," I respond.  "I just know it is the chosen location."  

Tired, and ready for bed, you drive me home to my Treehouse.  My small, little mind can't make "sense" of any of this.  Yet, these days, I am simply trusting my body and heart - she knows exactly what to do, and when.  So, I sleep deep as numerology and prophecy dances through my BodyMind.

SUCCESS RE-DEFINED

I will never bee who you want me to bee,
I can only and ever bee me.
My addiction to use your continued rejection
and judgment as perpetual fuel has faded into the ether.
These days, I am churning nutritious compost
from beeauty.

It's a welcome change - to lay in fields of gold,
as you gaze down adoringly at my naked Goddess Self.
Dripping with sweetness, you meet long-held, deep desires -
gone unfulfilled for half of a lifetime, now past and gone.
Adept at compassionate communication, I have learned
how to ask for that which my Soul craves.

Yet, I am also releasing my needs for acceptance and
positive reinforcement, too.  This bee-ing an adult -
and a parent to my own Self - means that I do not seek anyone's
approval, save my own.
I AM PERFECT and FREE.
I AM ME.

And as my foundation continues to bee reinforced,
my root tribe continues to expand.
The peaceful warriors are lining up at the gates,
while my sisters and I twirl in abandon, with
mustaches plastered to our faces.

They accept my guidance and wisdom, while offering
me a place at their sides.
"JUST BEE YOU," I proclaim.
"Beeautiful.  Sexy.  Talented.  Brilliant." 
So, we sing and we dance.
We vibrate in shared harmony.
We share space and resources
as we build our next Hive.
 
There's no comparison, or envy,
no drama or suffering.
Sometimes, however, there is a sting and a loss,
yet it is simply the way the honey flows.
So long as there remains flowers in the field,
and pollen for all, then
there is only our definition of success -
LOVE.
And, together, we can all
JUST BEE.


*Bee Animal Medicine Totem found here

SOULAR ECLIPSE

time flows by and we 
are swept downstream
following the Universal current
no longer cutting a swath
upstream
against the pull
of all that is
now, merely just allowing for it all
including the bear's paws
when she takes a swipe at our glistening
fins.
"You are the biggest disappointment of his entire life,"
the Mother Bear growls, as I swim back into the shadows.
Only this time, you are there, holding my hand,
supporting our shared journey, my brother, my friend.
"There are no more invisible daggers to puncture your vulnerable heart,"
you proclaim, as we re-claim our tribe - your song, my dance - 
together in harmony.  And, it is all completely imperfect - perhaps, this is
what it will always bee.  Creating unity in the middle of a Fashion Valley strip mall,
dreaming our dreams, envisioning our highest Selves and a future
without all of the needless suffering.
 "It's a powerful day for setting intention," P. typed last night,
as I feverishly tended to business on your computer in the middle of the open-air
facility.
"I am praying for my beeloved and wealth," he wrote, so I went down
and did what I do -
I danced.
I invited.
I smiled.
and I inspired.
LOVE.
There's nothing more.  

time flows by

Time flows by
and, after your six-month sojourn south,
we once again connect
via telephone.
"How is K?" everyone wants to know
when I share the fortune of our conversation.
Or, we meet up in Sacred Time,
at yet another activist fundraiser,
mirroring eachother's beauty,
we hug as you say, "He's hot!" about the
peaceful warrior at my side.  "Yeah," I chirp,
then slide into proclaiming embodiment as the most
radical act of rebellion now.
My sisters 
how your bee-ing
fuels me.
I ride over to the Rooted Living house, where you let me borrow
your computer as I distract myself with our uproarious 
laughter and comedic antics.  "What was I doing?" I shake my head
in abandon.  Nap time comes easily.
Today, it's your dirty thirtieth birthday, sweet soul sistah, M.
Tonight, we hold ritual and ceremony to honor You.
And, time flows by....

say "hello," wave goodbye

This is my last post from the Rooted Living House.
M. and I have flexed our wings and
we
           are
                       flying                        







                                                                                                                   south






a few blocks



to
the "Treehouse" -

another communal living experience seemingly nestled in the green canopy found within
South Park's ambling canyon system.  I was laughing at myself earlier - remembering how I had
arrived into this house.  Infantile and whining that "I hate it here" - only three short months ago, my ego wasn't looking forward to the growth opportunity that this house offered.  Now, I fly away a bit more rooted and a whole lot lighter. 

Although, I still have way too much $hit!  Jesus H. Christ!  It is a ball and a chain this crap, yet here I go - dragging more stuff along with me to my next journey.  The ironic thing is that compared to most of my contemporaries, I am a minimalist!  Why?  Why?  Why?  It makes no sense - all this stuff does, that merely takes up space, gathers dust, and provides very little to no regenerative exchange (I can't hold it, kiss it, talk to it, etc) is drain life force energy.  Blah.

STUFF IS BORING.
PEOPLE ARE FUN.








(LOVE IS ALL WE NEED.)

Lady of the Lake

"The Lady of the Lake
is
a collection of what is mystical,
magical and sacred;
a melting pot of religious and spiritual ideas and beliefs;
and a soothing, healing experience where all are welcome.

The Lady of the Lake
believes
that NO belief system has completely satisfied our human need to understand
our relationship to the Universe;
ALL of what is mystical, magical or religious belongs to the Spirit of our
human experience and is important to spiritual fulfillment;
and that there is no end to the amount of spiritual fulfillment one might experience
as there is, in reality, no end to one's search for that fulfillment.

It is my desire to help provide nourishment along the way
because
I AM
the 
LADY of the LAKE.

MAY~DAY (ring the alarm)

We're sending out a distress signal
and it goes a little something like this
love-love love-love love-love
(because there's nothing more)
and when you're ready to join us we'll bee down in the fields
without the weapons
'cuz we don't 
need 
one
and with our hearts
burst                  wide                             open
life unfolding, the pageantry of drama
spilled out
relationships
blooming
matter decaying
humanimals copulating
time passing
Earth spinning
and we go on
round and round
where we'll stop nobody knows
until one day
we just fall,
like a deck of cards
or perhaps
into some other pursuit
and round and round we go
where we'll end up nobody knows
and it all just keeps playing out,
turning and revolving,
moving and flowing
LOVE.
love-love love-love love-love