A few months into being 51, The Great Mother came to me, a magnificent, blue, statuesque form who grew from the base of my altar to reach beyond the clouds. I wept uncontrollably and then experienced a sensation of complete release. Her presence and the unusually heavy winter rains that streamed down the mountain valley where I live were uncommon, and somehow managed to empty my heart of debris as well as unclog my spirit valves. I had experienced some hint of Her in the past

Grandfather Waterfall Says: Take care of the water.  Go and tell the people to care for the water.  There were turtles here; now there...

You belong here. You belong here. You always have. There’s always been a place for you, not at the table, or down a road, or, in a single...

Cataclysmic rains, hurricanes, sand storms, and powdery mildew spread everywhere. Do not wonder how this happened. We told you what to...

Be the light you wish to see in the world. Be the hope, the plenty, the compassionate, the caring and sharing, the unwavering and...

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Serve the humble path like the bee who serves the hive and loves the flowers. Go to the deepest breathing place and tell her, how you...

Lately, I go to my altar not to pray, or to listen well to inner instincts and otherworldly messages. I don't go to meditate or to do...

Ancestor/s Speak: "We are in the time of The Great Grieving. It was foreseen and foretold. Ah, even the creatures are grieving...you will hear their cries; their needs are great. For they knew a long time ago about this, but the people [humans] resisted this. Ah, the people have not wanted to feel and understand this grief. You believe the planet is crying but she's holding her breath [hibernating], for she knows the power she'll need to rebuild. To help others. She thinks, f

Ancestor speaks: “There are two, what you call ‘viruses’ coming. One airborne, the other from water. One is NOT from this planet and it...