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"You were born and conceived, in your original form, as naked love, in constant connection with all living beings, an embodied soul with no fears, not even death. You were swaddled, wrapped, and cloaked in invisible vestments and garments of identity, beliefs and ideas bound to you, until you became afraid of being exposed, of ego-death, comfortably encased in your unchosen persona. But death is relative. Shamanic death disrobes your identity, which can feel like standing and screaming in a fire as your clothes ignite and turn to ash, remembering your soul won’t burn. Your inevitable journey is to reveal your soul to yourself, your naked center of conscious love, regaining your divine authority and moral compass, and feeling your way into the great mystery of your interior life with truth and personal integrity, like two hands feeling into the darkness, meeting one fear at a time. The journey within is inevitable. Start where you are." |
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"I felt the boundary of my standing body against his skin, our thighs and trunks pressed together, his arms around my shoulders, his open hands on my back, my palms on his chest, my right cheek over his heart. I breathe, eyes closed, and let my heart expand, allowing the sensation of its strength and power to stretch the connection between each cell in my body until I slid between his spaces, eased below his surface. I sink inside the chamber of his ribcage, surrounded by his thrumming heart, my legs inside his legs, my womb encircled by the golden chalice of his hip bones, mingled. Merged." |
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"I did not always see spirit guides, power animals and galactic dragons; my gifts were awakened before and after a death - my mother’s death - in the time when |
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"Only one of my dragon spirit guides was birthed through my physical body, the first one, the red one. He gestated as I endured 41 years of rage, savagery, and verbal cruelty that I answered with silence. Like an oak tree whose new shoots are cut down to the ground when it reaches for the sun in spring, I grew deeper and deeper roots into my silent interior, reaching for spiritual sustenance and cultivating gardens and landscapes to roam and live, safe and alone. I didn’t know spiritual beings lived there, too, until the dragon arrived in a spectacular, blazing burst of authority, showing me how to speak with power, not brutishness or malice." |
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"Like a sea turtle that glides to the surface of the water to inhale and peek above the line between the worlds of ocean and air, I peek into the physical world of clients, kids, bills, and social calls before submerging to live in the slow, quiet depths of my interior ocean, a mystical world of peace and reflection populated with spiritual guides, power animals and galactic dragons. But once, in a single breath, I became a haven for other people and their invisible oceans." |
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Why bother connecting to spiritual realms? You could save your life. I saved mine. |
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"As the cold April rain fed spring flowers still hibernating in the dark, wet ground, not ready to bring their nectar to the forthcoming summer sun, I stood outside with chillbumps, numb toes, and a drippy nose beside my backed-in car, hatch open and halfway up the twin's driveway, debating about waiting in the driver’s seat. No, they need to see me here, standing right outside the front door." |
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"It always starts with death. It may be an experience of physical death - the loss of your mother, companion, or soul friend - or shamanic death - the end of your marriage, a sudden job loss, or first admittance of an addiction - when you feel alone. You feel singular in your despair and isolated in your tomb of pain. It’s the bottom-of-the-well feeling, the hushed silence of the ocean depths, the cold white hexagonal bathroom floor tiles pressed into your face as your tear ducts run dry. That’s the moment. You make a choice - die here or ask for help." |
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