You have spent an entire lifetime enforcing your eating habits. From what you eat to how you eat.
Making changes in this area is going to be HARD. Breaking any habit is hard. CHANGING is hard. Yet it is so SO worth it. Plus, I can promise you, once you get over the initial hump of adjustment, the benefits waaaayyyyy outnumber any initial struggles you may face. What was difficult in the beginning is transformed to a wonderful and sensuous adventure as you learn to source, prepare, and thoroughly enjoy your food. You will look, feel, and BE so much healthier, happier, and connected to Nature. You will understand what it is to be reborn and to come alive again. I’m serious.
Before I dive into how to do this, let me answer the following: Why is food so important to decolonization? (And if you are wondering why I am passionate about the need to decolonize, you can read my essay on THAT topic by clicking here.)
#1) You cannot be a truly free/sovereign human being if you do not know how to eat properly. We need food to survive. Food is our life source. Without it, we die, and rather quickly. And when we eat fake, processed, chemically saturated food, we get sick, are miserable for awhile— and then die.
When we hand over the task of feeding ourselves and our families to outside sources, to massive corporations who care nothing about people, human rights, or the environment (the source of all real food and thus, THE SOURCE OF ALL LIFE), but only for profits and power, we literally hand over our freedom. When you let someone else be in control of your food, you let someone else be in control of YOU.
#2) You vote with your dollar. Money is what drives politics and our government. It should be quite obvious to you by now that politicians care nothing about creating a better world for all of us, but only about obtaining more money, power, and prestige for themselves. If the goal of politics/politicians was really to create a harmonious existence amongst humanity, we’ve given them plenty of time and free passes to figure it out and get their shit together.
Instead, politicians have continued to fail miserably, and proven themselves to be worse than incompetent.
If they had any integrity, they would either: A. Dismantle the system and start fresh, or B. At the very least take a good, hard, honest look at our political system and government structure- and give it the massive overhaul it so desperately needs. But they don’t, and here we stand.
We stand facing the cold hard truth that the government cares nothing for its people, and is concerned only with keeping wealth and power concentrated within a VERY small group of individuals who control the bulk of the worlds economic resources. These people follow the money. Where it goes, they will follow, with all the enthusiasm of a dog pressing its nose up against another dogs butthole during a first encounter.
If we as consumers demand that our products are clean, not filled with poisons and pesticides, wholesome, and sourced in ways that do not destroy the environment and oppress indigenous people, people of color or low economic status, if we take the time and the little effort that is required to really research our food and where it comes from, and then refuse to financially support all those companies who’s practices are killing our ecosystems and destroying our health and our planet (ONE AND THE SAME PEOPLE!!! ONE. AND. THE. SAME!), these same companies will be FORCED to immediately clean up their act. EVERY.DOLLAR. YOU SPEND. COUNTS. Who you hand your money over to makes WAAAAYYY more of a difference in the world than the amount of crystals you own, time you spend in prayer/meditation, or witty & empowering insights and solutions you share on Instagram. Stop kidding yourself. If you aren’t part of the solution, you are part of the problem. None of us are innocent, but we are all capable of becoming real life heroes. The first thing you must do is go head to head with your own ignorance, and kill it. Even if the battle is exhausting. You can do it. The Universe is at your back.
Aside from shelter, food is most peoples biggest and most pressing expense. There is so much opportunity to affect not only the quality of food you eat, (which correlates directly to your health and genetic expression), but to affect national and global policy concerning environmental health and human rights in a positive way, simply by learning how to NOT fund the evil-doers with your hard-earned money.
#3) Proper eating is the fastest, easiest, BEST way to give the finger to the colonizer, honor your ancestry, your environment, and take back your health.
We are, quite literally, that which we eat. Our bodies are built directly from the substances we take into ourselves. And the elements. (More on that later. Suffice it to say that food is the magical expression of all the elements joined in together in live promoting harmony).
Once this meant we were Wild. Free. Vibrant. ALIVE. Now, for many, it means we are filled to the brim with lab conceived chemicals, unnatural colorings and flavorings, a laundry list of known carcinogenic substances which the FDA conveniently turns a blind eye to, and genetically modified “foods” whose long term effects on the human genome we know nothing about. We have become, as Pink Floyd would say “comfortably numb”. Or for many unfortunate folks- Uncomfortably numb.
Pause and take a moment to really consider the following: If we are LITERALLY formed and kept alive by what we eat, and if our energy and physical structure results directly from our food, (which is not fake news btw, but well-known scientific fact), would you rather eat a wild deer, who spent her life free, running through the forest, hiding, playing, mating, eating wild greens and forage, drinking live, free-flowing water, (that has hopefully not been tainted by human pollution), and was killed quickly and as humanely as possible during the hunt, whose spirit was then thanked, honored, and cherished, and whose body was used as a sacred source of food, clothing, tools, and shelter building material,….. or a cow, who was conceived via artificial insemination, born in a cage, immediately separated from her mother, spent her life in a concrete and metal box, knee deep in shit, shot up with bucketfuls of antibiotics, growth hormones, and who knows what else, was not fed what her body was designed to eat, was not allowed to move, run, play, or mate, or to enjoy the sunshine and fresh air, and was then killed at a slaughter house that stank of fear and death, where the cries of tortured animals greeted her upon arrival of her last day alive on Earth, and where she was then butchered cruelly, painfully, without compassion…which one would you rather take into your own body? How do you think each would affect you differently?
And we wonder why physical and mental health in America is decreasing and why more people, including young children, are sick with allergies, depression, chronic diseases and cancers than ever before, or why people (including our children) are flying off the handle left and right and thinking that shooting masses of innocent civilians is the best course of action…
Our ancestors were plugged directly into Nature through the food they grew, foraged, and hunted in their immediate local landscapes. There is no act more intimate, (except maybe sex), than eating. Than willingly taking another life forms’ body and essence (be it plant or animal) into the deepest bowls of our own bodies, and transmuting this being into the energy that sustains us physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Native people knew this and were a PART OF the environment and part of a community that spanned across species.
Then, some white men come from a foreign land and take this all away. Prevent people from hunting. Force us into captivity and force us to farm THEIR food, which prevents us from moving in the natural, seasonal patterns we were designed to follow based on THOUSANDS OF YEARS of co-evolving in a mutual and intimate relationship with our unique and wonderfully diverse environment. By taking away our traditional food sources, we were cut off from Nature at the root.
This sets off a chain reaction of gross-imbalance and devastation which leaves North America reeling and from which we are still not recovered and currently deep within the process of reaping some of the larger and more devastating impacts we as a nation have sown.
Wildfires, floods, mudslides, water pollution, soil depletion, species extinction…none of this happened anywhere near to the extent it is occurring now. This is not because there are more people. This is because Native people knew, understood, and holistically managed their environments to a degree that most can only imagine, one which would bring the top environmental ‘scholars’ and permaculture enthusiasts to their knees in awe and appreciation. The environment was (IS) a living, breathing, FEELING entity which was truly loved, and thus, treated with awe and respect. It was celebrated. It was protected.
Learn about the region you live in. Who are the Natives? What did they eat? How did they get the bulk of their nutrition? Look at your own ancestry. Go back far enough and you will find you are from “Native” people as well. Go back further still and you’ll find out you’re actually black and your ancestry is African, but again, thats another topic for another time.
For now, try to zero in on what your known ancestors ate. Compare it to what was traditionally eaten in your region by the locals, (the real ones), and see where they meet. If there is no common ground between the local indigenous diet and that of your heritage, go with what makes the most sense to you and with what you enjoy the most. The key is to make sure it is organic, local, and seasonal. If we all did this, Eden would bloom mañana.
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What are your dreams made of? Who do you meet when you fall asleep at night? Is it within our control or at we at the mercy of the sleep gods and our own tricky subconscious? Perhaps a little of both.
I have always been a very vivid dreamer. My favorite ones are the ones where I catch a glimpse of something so much greater than myself. Where I meet beings who’s wise messages are from another time and place, yet upon waking, are discovered to be oh so relevant to my life.
This is why I keep a dream journal. Here is one of the most powerful messages I have ever received, delivered via a letter in a dream. It was a letter from Gaia Herself. In my dream it was circulating amongst humanity. It was not a viral internet thing, but rather being left on windshields, stuffed into books and magazines at book stores, folded into the shelves at the market. It was making some people very angry. And others very hopeful.
When I read the letter in my dream which I came upon by finding it taped to a pump at the gas station, of all places, my dream self instantly knew I was dreaming and that this was a message I wanted to take back with me. Upon waking I rushed to copy it, struggling to get down all the points and messages before they evaporated into the ether like mists dissolving with the kiss of the morning sun. So this may not be verbatim, but as many would argue, it is only the speakings of my own subconscious, so it’s probably Ok if it’s not a word for word copy of the ‘original’. I believe its pretty damn close, as far as I can remember. So here it is, for your entertainment and consideration, a message from the Gaia, the Earth Mother, given in a dream:
“The time is now upon us.
The pendulum is reaching its climax, on the cusp of swinging the other way.
We have sat back. We have watched from in the shadows where we were told to go. We hunkered down and rested, waited, hibernated, one eye closed and always on the dark, the other open and ever vigilant to the world as we blended seamlessly into the landscape.
We thought: You think you can do it better? You think male is stronger than female? You think man knows better than God? You think Nature is here for YOU? For YOUR disposal and enjoyment? Ok. Prove to us how right you are.
We are tired. Tired of fighting you. Tired of resisting you, unruly child. We will rest. We will pass the torch. Lets see what you can do.
For thousands of years we have watched you now. Watched you make a mockery out of life. Watched you fall deeper into your own lies and insanity. To the point you named your monster “civilization” and called it progress. You glorified destruction, domestication, enslavement. And you still do.
And we have had enough. You have taken things too far. We have been silent for too long.
Now you’ve woken the Mother. She is angry. She is sick and furious and wounded- and woe to those who thoughtlessly provoke a sick and wounded wild animal. There is no creature alive more wild and powerful than Mother Nature. She is rising up from the depths like a sleeping dragon. She is calling her children back to her. And you are either with us or against us.
It has not to do with politics. Politics are useless, antiquated, man-made rituals that are no longer serving the greater good of anything. This is beyond politics.
It is beyond religion. There is no religion. There is only THIS. Only you and I. And we are one and the same.
This is not about nationalities. Nations too will be a thing of the past. A curious practice of our forefathers whose feeble minds we can hardly understand in their base limitations.
That is why you either feel it in your bones, a deep and constant humming, disturbing at first in its unfamiliarity, yet gradually becoming a part of you. A soothing vibration, a feeling of power. Muscles gathering with grace and precision, so much force, waiting with delicious anticipation to spring forth to secure the kill that will enable life. You feel it and are empowered. you are not afraid, because you hear my words. You understand my language.
Or you are against us. Which means you are filled with unhappiness. You are disconnected. Your mind is weak. You divide that which needs to be united. You conquer that which needs to be befriended. Your ego has run rampant and allowed fear to spread like a cancer through your being. And many of you are beyond saving. Fear is the root of this problem. No matter which way you look at it. If you have not heard The Calling, if you cannot see the angels or her the trumpets ringing out from the heavens it is only because fear is keeping you from what is yours by birthright: A relationship with ME- God/dess, All that is. Fear is keeping you from yourself. And there is not much I have to say to you except “Get ready”. It is going to be a difficult transition for you. Filled with pain, chaos, and resistance. All because of fear. And when at last you fall bruised, battered, and bleeding at my feet, I will lift you up and you will be healed. All pain and anguish will instantly be a distant and only vaguely unpleasant memory. But you will look back and see that is was all needless. It was all for nothing.
At this point it will not matter to you, all will be well, and you will know the truth for yourself. But it matters to you now. What is coming you must endure whether you wish to or not. It is up to you whether you ride the wave or let it crush you.
And now I speak to you, my children:
Daughters- This is your time. This is why you were born into this life. This is what you have trained for, lifetime after lifetime. This is what I have prepared you for. You have done the work. You know yourselves. You know me. Our relationship has been carefully cultivated and tended within the garden of your heart. Taking shape like a butterfly hidden within the chrysalis. Now we are called forth, to spread our wings and fly. Look at your sisters and love them. They are an extension of you. There is no room for jealousy, competition, or pettiness in the new world. These traits will vanish with along with the end of days. They will fall with patriarchy. They will decay in the ground and give rise to a new understanding and connection among us. WE are the future. WE are unstoppable. We know this. And we know we have had enough. We are the gardeners who are charged with restoring our Eden, we are the bridge between heaven and Earth.
Sons- You know who you are, and bless you, for you are a rare breed of man. A true breed. And I love you. The world needs your Divine Masculinity as much as it needs the Sacred Feminine. You are the balance. You are the protection. You are the champion ready and willing to lay down his life in order to protect those who cannot protect themselves. You do this with love and courage, for you know me, and in my grace, there is nothing you fear, nothing to fear.
Now YOU will be tested as well. It is not just the women who will be called to arms, it is you. You will need to have the strength to break the barriers that civilization has built all around you in an attempt to control your awesome, formidable, enticing, sexual, tender, yet shamelessly ruthless, power. You will succeed. Your masculinity cannot be contained within a domesticated society like a wild animal in a zoo. You are more than they have told you you are. You are man. You are the son of God. You are the Champion of the Goddess, and the Lover to the Sorceress. What you bring, we CANNOT do without.
To All Humanity- You are a part of me. Cells of my body. Thought forms in my mind. There is nothing about you separate from me. You are God, you are Goddess. Your purpose is to ensure my health, to allow for my continued and infinite evolution. That is why I created you. Your job is to allow me to bring awareness to myself, through your own limited, individual, and largely physical, perspectives. But together….do you know what you have shown me???
Now you have a choice. Just as you always have and always will.
You can bid your time on this realm adieu, and I will continue to exist and blossom without the form of human species. For you as a species have become a cancer. A disease. A threat to life and well-being. You, as a species have created massive imbalance, and you know how I handle imbalance. You know how I deal with illness and disease. Open your eyes and look around. I will tell you how I deal with disease:
I heal it from within, or eradicate it from without. If there is a virus I create the antibodies. If there is infection I create white blood cells. If there are too many rabbits, I create more foxes, too many deer, I birth more wolves. Too much water, I bring drought, too much heat, prepare for an ice age.
Option 2: Evolve into the Beings I intend you to be; Healers and creators. Alchemists. Important players in the Natural Landscape. Ambassadors between species. Conduits between the material and spirit realms. Writers of a new World Myth. Unique shimmering points of GOD CONSCIOUSNESS within the mind of THE ALL.
Is it any wonder that some of you are being born more sensitive? More empathetic? More psychic? More magical and more powerful? No. This is nothing to be alarmed about. You are the healing antibodies. YOU are the white blood cells.
Or you are the cancer. You are the sheep, who continue bleating even as they follow the rest of the herd over the cliff edge to their doom.
Or you are the wolves.
To The Wolves-
This IS a call to arms, make no mistake about that. But this is not your fathers call to arms. It is your mothers. Even the father calls out to his mother on his deathbed, just as he did at birth. Do not forget.
I know you’ve felt the ripple of fear that proceeds any big change. It is a deeply ingrained habit of facing the unknown. I also know you have risen above it. My children, I am so proud of you.
I know you see the patterns. I know you read the signs. Your empire is falling. The world as you know it is crumbling. You can feel the earth tremble as Kali approaches, you have drawn The Tower from the deck and stand waiting and ready for all that it heralds. Do not loose sight of the fact that if we want to bring paradise to earth once and for all, we must let go of all past habits and patterns. We must destroy that which no longer serves in order to make room for new growth.
Those of you who are advanced enough on the path know that there is a rhythm and cycle to everything. Work with it. Not against it. Change by working with the flow, not by trying to reverse it. remember reality is changed by creation more than my destruction. There is no need for a bloody fall, and terrible descent, just because this is the history you have written for yourselves.
Re-write it. That is your power. Imagination and infinite potential are my gifts to you and your allies in the battle to come.
This is a revolution. It is a war. But it is not the one you think and we cannot fight this war the ways wars have been fought in the past. We are at a point where the truth of this is becoming blazingly clear. The true war is against me, It is not within your political systems or your man-made ideals and ideas. But we do need to work from within. The true war is between what is being called civilization ….vs. the Wild. We are all born wild by Nature. Nature is Wild, and it has been under attack for the past 10,000 years. This is an ancient battle, by your standards, and many of you have forgotten what we are truly fighting for. You have lost sight of the fact there need not be a fight.
The more aggressive, the more fiery and passionate we become, the more we will be resisted, hated, killed.
We need to be gentle. Loving. Infiltrate the heart of the enemy. Show them there is another way. A more fulfilling, liberating, invigorating, joy filled, sustainable, health promoting way to live. A way to just BE, and to exist in peace, joy, connection.
We need to become alchemists. LEARN ALCHEMY. Learn to transmute. It is your only hope.
Appeal to the heart, not just the mind.
And if you are wanting to “fight” in my name, here are some ways how:
Think for yourself, develop an independent mind.
Pray. Talk to me. And then learn to listen. Meditate. Meditate. Meditate. MEDITATE.
Focus on yourself(ME) first, your family second, your local community third . If you achieve mastery (meaning true harmonious balance, not dominance), of these three spheres the rest of the world will fall easily into place.
CHANGE YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH FOOD!
Eat local. Eat seasonal. This is one of the biggest ways to affect positive change, be it political or otherwise. Trust me. Or research it for yourself. Your body and health will thank you. You will be happier, more energetic, and vibrant.
CHANGE YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR BODY. It is perfect. It is self healing. It is a physical manifestation of Spirit. It is a temple of the Soul. Treat it and care for it as such. There is nothing wrong with, shameful, or embarrassing about your body. It is art. I created it.
CHANGE YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH SEX.
Your sex culture needs a drastic overhaul. Again, there is nothing shameful, sinful, or embarrassing about sex. Sex is pleasure, bliss, love, connection, life force. Sex Energy is creative energy. there is really only one kind of energy. embrace it. Its all there is. Grow up about it and stop behaving like prepubescent children, or live a doomed life of never feeling at home in your skin. Your choice. Always- your choice.
Remember that despite the heaviness of what is at stake during these times, I am here, and all is well. You are ok, you are not alone. Safety is an illusion but there is also nothing you need fear. You have a duty and responsibility to add balance and harmony to the world. That is why you are here, it is what you signed up for, but part of that includes allowing yourself to BE HAPPY. To give and receive love. To feel grateful and to not be weighed down with fear, worry, or stress. This is your truest mission. Your Goddess given job is to find your pleasure, find that thing that makes your heart sing and brings your soul to life, and pursue it. Use it as your guide and compass. You were designed to feel infinite pleasure. To always be inspired and to be inspiring. You are my dreams made manifest. You walk through my imagination, and together we create reality. I beg you, whoever you are, be that, wholeheartedly. You matter.
I love you my children. ALL of you. for you ARE me. And I love myself. So this is where I ask you to begin. Love yourself. All of you. Look within until you find me. I am waiting, I will not be hard to locate. And once you love yourself completely, love each other fiercely. For this is why we are. I am LOVE. Look within, and see.
—The Great Mother
How do you commune with God/Goddess, your Higher-Self, your guides, etc? Dreams, Vision quests? Astral journeys? Meditation? With a little self awareness and a heartfelt desire to do so, you will find a host of energies just waiting to guide you towards a brighter NOW. ❤
Yesterday Donald Trump spoke at a commencement ceremony for the Naval Academy in Maryland. He told them that “our ancestors tamed a continent,” adding that “we are not going to apologize for America.”
With out getting too political (yet), I will say simply that this man disgusts me and represents a very real threat to the ideals I hold closest to my heart.
For the moment, let just focus on the fact that he seems to support, through his statements, the genocide that was enacted upon the indigenous people living here prior to European colonization, and that he appears to be proud of the fact that some savage element which previously existed here was able to be ‘tamed’ by our good ol’ ‘American’ (but really European), forefathers.
I think he is a very sick human.
A do not see being ‘tame’ as a virtue. I would rather be a savage.
So let me re-post an old blog from before. This is to you, my wild, savage, untamable sister:
“Us women are wild creatures. No matter how old we are, where we live, what language we speak, deep down, we all know know this. We can feel the connection from deep within our souls, that timeless bond which springs from the depths of our hearts and plunges down through the dark rich soils, past the crust of the earth, into the fiery core of the planet itself, like a shimmering root linking us undeniably to Mother Nature. Or is it the other way around? Perhaps it is both.
This bond is natural, vital, and owes no part of it’s sovereignty to ideals of time or culture. Our grandmothers and great grandmothers felt it, just as all our ancestors throughout the centuries felt it, just as our daughters will, and the daughters of their daughters will feel it long after we are gone. From these soul roots our sacred energies blossom and spring forth, branching out into the universe, the wild unknown, touching the essence of all that is and ever will be, expanding into space unafraid and undaunted by the mysteries of the infinite, growing into the ether with the natural grace of a sapling simultaneously reaching out towards the heavens and down into the depths of consciousness, unconcerned with justifying her existence, living for the thrill of being, and perfect because of it.
We are of the Earth. We are Nature herself. There is a word I learned of recently, a word which describes a field of thought centered around the philosophy of the link between Woman and Earth. It is called “Ecofeminism”. Seriously, look it up. I have yet to delve further into this field, though I plan to, but am thrilled and encouraged by it’s existence. What we do to our planet, we do to ourselves, and visa-versa.
But most of us already know this. We know this because of that fact in and of itself. We are not just creatures ON the earth. We are creatures OF the earth. We are wildly intuitive. Our senses by nature sharp and highly evolved for living a life of exuberant freedom and creativity. Loving, nurturing, imagining. Full expressions of ecstatic joy and complete surrendering in times of pain and sorrow. We are meant to ride these cycles of life with total trust and gratitude for our existence. We know of the ebb and flow of life as intimately as we known the ebb and flow of the tides within our own bodies. We do not fight the current, for we know it is futile. Rather, we learn to swim with it, allow it to carry us where it will, and use the energy which would have been wasted in the struggle to dance among the waves.
It is true, sometimes there will be less dancing and more concentrating on keeping ones head above water. Sometimes we are even pulled under, into our own watery depths. And it is imperative at these moments we do not panic, but rather open our eyes and take note of the environment surrounding us. If it is too dark to see, we use our other senses to help us navigate our way back to the surface. In time, we become so comfortable with this that we are able to dive down beneath the surface at will, gliding without air, searching for the treasures beneath. Sometimes, the best thing to do is simply turn over on our backs and float for a time, face to the heavens, and give complete control to the current we are riding on. Maybe this is after a particularly draining patch of rapids or tempest born waves, or maybe it is during a beautiful period of warm calm waters, with sumptuous sunlight and cotton ball clouds overhead. We know when to dive and when to float. We know that rough waters push us to calmer seas, and that calm water will grow stale, stagnant, and just plain boring with no movement.
Yes, we are capable wild creatures by nature, but sometimes we become ensnared. Sometimes we swim directly into the fisherman’s net, or step foot into the steel claw trap lurking under the carpet of leaves. Sometimes too, it was our mothers who were captured, who in one way or another were severed from their natural habitats, and though we are born wild, we are raised domesticated, with tameness becoming a celebrated characteristic. No woman’s soul was ever nourished by being tame. Even when we have never known freedom, we itch for it’s embrace. We long to run into the forest, become part of the wilderness again, press bare feet into the mud, dance naked under the moonlight, weave wildflowers into our children’s hair and breath the scent of pine. We want to scream and cry and sing and howl. And we must. For us women are wild creatures…”
SAVAGE: Not domesticated or under human control. Wild. Uncultivated. Lacking the restraints normal to civilized human beings. — Merriam Webster
Did you ever wonder what motivates a person to begin to identify as a WITCH? Well here is a brief(ish) rendition of my own story.
I have been told that 1 person in 25 is a natural witch. This is a calling so undeniable and present from such a young age that those who I have spoken to who consider themselves natural witches, myself included, can usually recall always feeling “different” from their peers in some undefinable way, and once they surrender to the calling there is a huge sense of relief, acceptance, and inner peace. That is not to say there are never moments of doubt or uncertainty, but attempts to leave this path are usually temporary and sometimes even result in personal stress on a mental, emotional, and spiritual level. Most find the calling so strong that they soon return to their witchy ways, and this is often accompanied by a sense of “coming home”. I liken this “calling” to the way some people are born artists or musicians, doctors or dancers, atheletes or teachers. You know the people I’m talking about. Those who seem “born into it”, who from a young age know that all they want to do in life is care for sick animals or work on cars. Their passions drive their actions and feed their souls. These are the lucky ones. I think most people are so out of tune with their true selves that it can take years to find their path, and sadly some never do, ignoring their inner natures until it is too late to act upon. Additionally I think witches in society are just as valuable and indeed necessary as doctors, mechanics, professors and entertainers. We are an important thread in the vibrant tapestry of society, and it is our responsibility to live a life which honors ourselves, Mother Nature, and the all…
I think the easiest way to tell my own story is to share a letter I wrote to an independent author after reading her novel “Dragonhorse and the Seeker of the Forgotten Knowledge” which I highly recommend. Here is a copy of the original letter, which I wrote shortly after giving birth to Mayla, my eldest daughter.:
Dear Mrs. Denice Garrou,
I feel compelled to write to you having just finished your book Dragonhorse….
First let me tell you a little bit about myself. My name is Sara, I am a 26 year old new mother to a beautiful baby girl who lives in California with her husband and small dog, Nala. I have always been interested in mysticism and the metaphysical, for as long as I can remember. Also, for as long as I can remember, I have loved horses and rocks/crystals. As a child I rode on an Arabian mare named Kobi we leased from a nearby ranch, where I also volunteered, working with the more neglected horses, and practiced my horse whisperer techniques I had learned from a Monty Roberts book! Sadly, I have never owned my own horse, as circumstances have never been right, but I still hope to have that pleasure in the future. I also collected rocks and crystals. To this day I have stones I’ve had since before I was in the double digits that I simply cannot part with. My husband probably wonders why there are always rocks stuffed into my bags whenever we move!
I love to read and the most exciting thing for me as a child was when Barnes and Nobel was added to our local mall and I discovered the “new age” section of the bookstore. I was not brought up religious and fortunately my family never raised an eyebrow when the books I selected were titles such as “A Witches Guide to Fairy Folk”, “How to See and Read the Aura”, “How to Develop Psychic Touch”, “Animal Speak”, and so on. However as I got older, around jr high I think, for no other reasons than my own insecurities, I began to feel extremely self conscious about my interest in magic (which I believe is simply a persons natural state of existence and capabilities). So I would sneak over to the new age section when no one was around and read secretly in my bedroom about casting circles and writing spells.
Now, despite my interest in earth based religions, magic, healing, and other such topics, I never really began practicing or delving into any such practice, as Wicca, paganism, Celtic magic…all topics I read about and was interested in, but weren’t quite resonating with me. Maybe it was the formality of the spells, the chants, the rules, or maybe it was just my own prejudice and the shameful fact that I was torn between the fact of wanting to be a witch and at the same time thinking people who claimed such practices were “weirdos”. So I quietly kept my own beliefs to myself as the years went by. Then, when I was older, probably a junior or senior in high school, my mom gave me for my birthday a book called “Natural Witchery”. She said it reminded her of me. My mom is not a witch, (that i know of), and I remember being both excited and a little embarrassed by the gift. But that was the first time something clicked with me. This book described a practice based solely on your intuition, personal experience and relationship with nature, and I liked it. It still contained spells and rituals, but it was more along the lines of what I had been searching for. I kept this book with me, (I still have it now), but unfortunately at that time I was more concerned with getting into college and subsequently, living the college life-style, (aka…partying way too much). My spiritual quest had been put on the back burner, but not forgotten.
This august I gave birth to my daughter Mayla. Being a mother really got me thinking: What kind of mother do I want to be? What is it I want to teach my child? While academics are no doubt important, I have always thought there are more important things to teach children. I want her to know how to be in tune with the subtle energies around her, how to see the magic and miracle in everyday, how to heal herself and others, be self sustainable and compassionate…
I am lucky enough that my husband has fully supported my decision to be a stay at home mom, and since having her I have resumed my “studies”, of developing aura sight and meditations, healing and psychic touch, and other natural abilities I hope to teach and nurture in her. I am writing to you because these past few months things have been happening at such a rapid pace and I just cannot keep the succession of events leading up to the purchase of your book and the effect it has had on me to myself.
This October two things happened which I feel created a domino effect in my life. The first was my dad giving Mayla and I two small gifts out of the blue. For Mayla, it was a small orgone to put in her room, for myself, an orgone necklace. He told me both had been blessed with Reiki. Now I had never heard of Reiki, or orgones for that matter. He briefly explained both to me and that was that. I found the ideas interesting but spent more time researching orgones as I found them beautiful and wanted to make my own. I kind of just disregarded the Reiki aspect to be honest. However, a few weeks later, a girl who I am friends with on Facebook, (we must have gone to college together but truthfully I’m not quite sure how I know her), posted something about her Reiki master giving classes. For some reason this time the term stuck with me. It really rang a bell. Then I remembered my necklace. I rushed to find the little card that had come with it, and there it said “each item has been blessed with Reiki”. That’s where I had seen the term! I felt a very strong urge to learn more, and over the next few days schemed of a way to learn Reiki myself. The main hurdle was the cost of classes, we are now living off of one income only. But wouldn’t you know, there just happened to be classes being taught less than five minutes away from me that were based on donation only! I called my mother and told her about the classes and she decided to join me. So on Nov. 16th we each donated $50 and became level one certified under a woman whom I am very pleased to have as my Reiki master. Since that class I have been practicing every day, with saying and meaning the principles, meditating, and giving Reiki to myself and family as well as reading several different books on the subject. It has been under a month since I was attuned and already I feel so different. More peaceful, centered, and just overall positive. I feel great! I really could relate to the whole concept of Reiki, as it fits perfectly with my own ideals of the natural divinity we are all part of.
So- I was on Pinterest the other day looking up “Reiki” to add images to my Reiki board. This eventually led me to search the term “Reiki master”, under which I came across an image whose caption read “wisdom of the divine feminine”. This term hit me hard as I had once read an article in a magazine with a similar title that I very much enjoyed. I then searched this term on meetup.com and this led me to the group “the women’s spirituality meetup” which had been created just this month and has but one member, the creator. Researching her I learned she teaches “mystical dance”, which again, stirred something inside me as I love to dance, especially flow arts like belly dance, poi, hoop, aerial tissu, and aerial hoop. I dance around by myself or with Mayla quite often at home. So I started looking up this mystical dance stuff which led me to the studio it is taught at called “The Sanctuary” which offers yoga, Reiki, massage, and various other classes including ‘crystal healing’. Again, something that struck a cord in my heart. I got on Amazon and looked up “crystal healing” then sorted the results by customer reviews. Your book was one of the top ones.
Even though I was at the time looking for a book about crystals, your book caught my eye because of the horse and gypsy on the cover. As well as loving rocks and horses, I also have a special place in my heart for gypsys, and there were suddenly two together in front of me when I had been searching for the third, so on a whim I clicked on it, saw the good ratings, and downloaded a sample which I immediately started reading. Imagine my surprise as I read the prologue…to hear you speak not only of Reiki, but to the exact circumstances of that which I had been feeling my whole life. It really is like something I can’t describe clicked in that moment. Like being struck by lightening. I had to stop and write what was happening down in a journal I’ve been keeping since the Reiki class. I knew I had just fallen down the rabbit hole. Especially as I started reading, (I bought the book as soon as I had finished writing about the preface), and was again shocked to have Shion speaking of the persecution against women (which is something I am also passionate about and part of studying the divine feminine), as well as the atrocities against the “indigenous people”. For the past week or so I have felt a profound connection and true, almost crippling at times, heartache for the Native American people. I had actually discussed it with my husband, mother, in laws, and even brother in passing, mentioning how tragic the loss of such a beautiful culture was to the world, and started watching a documentary about the portrayal of natives in film, simply because I was for some reason very drawn to them in that moment, perhaps because I know I have Native in my heritage. And to have them described so eerily similarly in your story with the gypsies…
I don’t know if this is all really making sense, but one thing is just leading me to something else that will also have a profound impact on my life. I feel as though for the first time in my life I am truly on the right path. I feel as though I have remembered something. Remembered who I am. Since I started reading your book I have started using magic again. I say again but really I mean for the first time, because it never felt natural to me before. It always felt hokey and forced. Now I am suddenly so comfortable with it. I see the ritual aspect of it as a method simply for directing attention. And when attention is focused anything truly is possible. I have been suddenly struck with ideas that I feel in my bones about the things that are woven into my everyday life. Like when I am singing a lullaby to my daughter that my mother sang to me, and I’m watching her eyes droop shut and realizing all the women of my family’s past generations are connected by this song. This song has comforted countless infants and sent them off to their dreams. And if not this specific song in this specific family, than the mere act of a mother singing to her child, of lullabies being passed down from one generation to the next. Chanting. EnCHANTment. There is magic in that. Or of teas. It suddenly hit me that teas, while sold and enjoyed almost everywhere by everyone and being a part of the norm, they really are a beautiful blend of nature that, with the right intent, could have potent effects. What if these different blends and varieties of teas are just what this ancient wisdom has had to become to survive? I suddenly thought the same about cooking, music, art…it is all miraculous…and with intention, so so powerful. Not only am I thinking these things, but I am feeling more connected to nature, wanting to know more and more how to live with her and protect her.
I feel like I have gotten off track and started rambling. But I really wanted to thank you for your story and the door it has opened for me, or should I say in me. I don’t know what it all means yet, but I don’t think that happening upon your book about witches and dragons while I was looking for a book about healing crystals was just a coincidence. I was led there by a very specific course of events (and granted, some pretty advanced internet algorithms I’m sure. But that’s besides the point hehe), which each seemed to unlock something within me. Nor do I think my life is going to be quite the same from here on out. I thank you for such a gift.
Denice was kind enough to respond immediately, and recognized me for what I was, encouraging my development of the craft. We even became Facebook friends, and she posted on my wall something to the effect of “thank you for the friend request! Let me know if you ever want to talk about, well….you know ;)”.
I was mortified.
I promptly thumbs upped her comment to show I appreciated her support and then deleted it. I was not ready to come out of the broom closet to my family and my peers. I was not even sure what this discovery meant for myself. How would I explain to my husband or best friend who this woman was and what we had to talk about? I also began to doubt myself. Was I going crazy? Grasping at staws? Was motherhood making me loose my mind? And at such a young age! Was I tossing my lot in with a cult of weirdos and social misfits? I literally felt a brief sense of panic following the illuminating and liberating epiphany I had had about being a witch. However, the very next morning, after waking with a sense of tredeptation, I logged onto Facebook to see if any damage had been done to my social image as a result of Denice’s comment. The first thing that popped up on my news feed was an article someone had posted about hospice workers revealing the top 5 regrets people have on their deathbed. Wouldn’t you know it, the #1 regret was “I wish I’d had the courage to live a life that was true to myself, rather than the life others expected of me”. I took this as a sign of the universe kicking me in the ass, and the rest is history. This all happened five years ago, and it has been one magical and wild ride ever since.
Today, as I write this, I look around myself and marvel at what aligning with the Universe and trusting in the Goddess has manifested in my life. Challenges and obstacles, for sure, but more than anything, an overwhelming sense of beauty, abundance, and heartfelt gratitude.
It is 7am, I am sitting in our vintage trailer I’ve re-designed into a gypsy vardo and designated as my writing space. The baby monitor is on but the girls remain asleep. The girls. I have two daughters. Two beautiful baby girls who absolutely light up my life. There is nothing I had ever wanted more in my life than to have two little girls and my greatest wish has already come true. Along with their daddy, my husband. A man with a heart of gold and the patience, presence, dedication, and overall strength of a true champion. The handsome man who was there to bravely catch both of our children alone, with his own hands, when each time my birthing times progressed so fast they entered the world before the midwives had arrived. The man who accepts me with all my flaws and treats me like a queen despite them. Who loves me unconditionally and whom somehow manages to steal my heart away time and time again, growing sexier as the years go by. Our king who provides for his family and supports me unflinchingly in the only thing I have ALWAYS been certain I wanted to do as an adult; be a Mother.
Cool morning air flows in through the trailers screen door and rustles the wide green leaves on the sycamore tree dominating the view of outside of the trailer door and window I am facing. Once I asked the tree her name, and she gave it to me, but I never really took it much past that. Now I am looking at her, seeing her again for the first time, how she moves and how she feels, how she gives a place for the birds to come and sing to us, which they are doing at this very moment, and I think, “I am going to make friends with this tree.”, having been inspired by Chelsea Steinauer-Scudders’ article in Emergence Magazines entitled, “Befriending a Tree”.
A steaming cup of green tea is within reach and I have a heavy, hand-knitted blanket, made and gifted to me from a brilliant aunt, thrown across my lap. I turn my head to the right to take in the view outside the trailers long, back window and look out across our land. Our land. Or at least as much as land can really be owned by anyone, and to be clear, I don’t believe it can. But I like to think of it more like the legal right and honor in this day and age to be the responsible keepers and ambassadors to a tiny eco-region of our Great Mother. For this privilege, I feel so blessed every day.
It is a little piece of property, not quite a full acre, but it is beautiful. The tan sand literally glitters with minuscule pieces of granite, quartz, and silver, washed from the high peaks of the San Bernardino mountain range we a nestled up against, whose dramatic form dominates the views to the South, close enough that I can make out the individual pine trees standing tall atop the ridge-line.
Right now the pale brown ground is speckled with green, and if you look closely as you walk, you will find little splashes of color, reds, blues, purples, and yellows, the deserts tiny wild flowers. It is springtime, and to be honest, this spring seems to have missed most of its greening. Compared to the the past couple of seasons we have spent here, this year seems far drier, silvers and browns already making it look like summer has arrived when past years saw this time of season almost lush with the amount of green spring growth that carpeted the desert floor, (and later matured to vicious weeds). I know it is due to the drought. We lack water here. and we barley even had a winter this year. It seems the plant people are really starting to show the symptoms of this depravation. But that is another story for another time. For now, I appreciate and enjoy what is.
To the North, the direction the back window of my writing sanctuary is oriented, an inspiring vista of open desert landscape, dominated mostly by the distant expanse of the massive dried lake-bed and off-road destination, ‘El Mirage’. And Clover, my horse, there she is, head down, eating her breakfast. Bless the Goddess, I have not only two little goddesses now in my life, with the man of my dreams besides me, but a horse! A real horse of my own, a regal little mustang who moves like magic, is smoother than honey, and is challenging and teaching me in all the right ways. I see her every morning as soon as I look out the kitchen window and watch her as I wash the dishes. Still in disbelief. Is this life even real?
And then there is Iya, the wolf-looking dog I dreamed of befriending as a child, and my first “real” dog. (Moment of silence for Coco and Nala. The two little fluffs I had the privilege of previously loving).
Iya, (named so by Mayla, my eldest), whom we have had since she was 3 weeks old, (she will turn two this October, and the story of how we ended up with her when she was far too young to be away from her mother is again, another story for another time), has truly become one of my most brutally honest mirrors, and also my best friend. Something subtle and almost undetectable has happened over the past few days that is strengthening our connection in leaps and bounds, even despite having been her mama for over a year now. I can’t describe it except to say it has been a shift in my own energy, to which Iya is extremely sensitive to.
And then there are Arwen and Vanessa Ives, our two absolutely adorable Nigerian Dwarf milk does, who turned out to NOT be pregnant as they were said to be when I purchased them, but add such a sense of charm and hilarity to our tribe I’m not even upset about it…
Our little tribe huddles on this modest spot of land that despite being in the “desert” is positively bursting with life. Birds of every color call this yard their territory. Reds, blues, yellows. White, browns, blacks. Feathers and voices of every color make up the background symphony I delight in each day. I am particularly fond of the massive and mischievous Ravens, who play by their own rules and are never far if I’m looking for some magical inspiration. I try to tell them to stop harassing the red-tails who hunt over our area, for I adore the raptors as well, but the Ravens of course ignore me. They don’t have time for a silly human such as myself. I humbly watch them as they dance and sing through the skies and can almost feel how wonderful it is to have the desert breeze lifting you effortlessly into the heavens.
Then there are the rabbits. Adorable cottontails and jackrabbits so huge they make you do a double-take just to be sure it wasn’t a coyote that darted into the brush. The coyotes. Coyote, you are such a dear friend and source of wisdom.
Ground squirrels, chipmunks, kangaroo rats, mice, bats, owls, lizards, snakes. Together, we each make up a thread of this ecosystem, and I delight in sharing this space with them all. Even the insects have found a special place in my heart. The ants of every size and color. Spiders ranging from the size of a confetti flake to the size of my palm. I used to be terrified, TERRIFIED, of spiders. Thankfully, at some point in my adult life I realized this was an absolutely ridiculous fear and that my life would be a whole lot more pleasant if I laid this phobia to rest. Now, when I find a spider in my house, I leave her be. Perhaps attempting to connect with and commune with her a bit, for they have their own kind of magic, an energy that is particularly suited to weaving stories and connecting threads. They have become a sort of ally and mentor, and I welcome their presence now, appreciating both their mythology and their contribution to the health of the planet.
And my house. Our first official home. The sacred ground where I brought life forth for the second time. The place that shelters us from the deserts violent winds, frigid winter storms, and blistering summer sun. Where we sleep, eat, love, relax, and build our life together. It is small, easy to manage, and absolutely perfect for us. We, (meaning Andrew, at my request <3), recently painted it green. I LOVE it. I am trying to convince him to let me paint the front door purple, but thus far, he remains unconvinced. While I truly enjoy traveling, vacations, and exploring new places, I can honestly say that there is no place I would rather be than my own home sweet home, even if I know in the future I am going to want more space for more horses, and more access to undisturbed wilderness… I have plans to turn our home into a mini ranch and native perm-culture garden. And I love the joy it has brought us over these past couple of years.
I take all of this in with humble appreciation for the abundance that surrounds us. I know it has been made possible by the generosity and support of our friends and family, the hard work of my man, and the trust and faith in myself, each other, and the unknowable plans the Universe has in store for us.
There is magic in the everyday. There are little gems of pure bliss waiting to be discovered in every waking moment. This is what my magical path has taught me so far. And I cannot wait for the adventures and the new lessons ahead.
For those interested in the book which truly changed my life, here is a link to purchase it on amazon: Dragonhorse . If nothing else it is a very entertaining read, and you are helping to support a homegrown author and independent publisher, which is nice of you and will score you good karma.
How did you experience the calling? Were you afraid of the challenges it would bring to your life? What changes have you undergone since donning the witches’ mantle? Tell me in the comments, I am so eager to hear of others experiences!