the love of the Mother

I have been growing fan of Jesus for some time. Exploring our relationship in past lives and deepening my communion with him, however... Mother Mary has been largely absent from my encounters.

I imagined myself to be in devotion to the great Mother, in service to the Goddess in all forms and manifestations.  And yet, from Mother Mary, there seemed to be a pervading silence.  As if I didn't know how to connect or feel her at all.  

I have grappled with this-- feeling left out, sad, disappointed, unworthy even, as that little voice in me is so quick to go into hurt.

Her return came this summer, in my own Dark Night of the Soul...  

It began with a whack.  

A client came in wearing a medallion that blazed itself upon my 3rd eye.  I was unable to move, in awe of the visions I was being given and, in an instant, I began to sob.  Not delicate lady sniffles either but body wrenching, air gasping, unabashed crying.  

Intense yes, but so deeply needed, craved in that moment, I was left without words.  And the blessed soul who was sitting across from me awaiting her own magical healing didn't quite know what to say.  (thanks again to AV for your amazing generosity and strength in that moment, the gift you gave me is profound!)

The necklace was a gift from Lourdes, about as direct a connection with the Sacred Mother as one can get.  While I have visited this place in shamanic space with a few enlightened clients, it was this direct communication that catapulted her love back into my world.

In that moment, I felt such love, tenderness and the undeniable embrace of being truly held.

And it was then that the fear started to dissolve...

A week later, a 2nd visitation.  Receiving a Higher Brain Living activation from my friend Michelle, Mother Mary's presence filled the room and over me she whispered, "by your birthday, this will all be done."

Her words answered a question I hadn't even dared to ask.  I couldn't comprehend at that moment even what they meant or how this would come to pass.  

Collectively with Jesus, Mother Mary and other so the Essenes, I was lifted.  The terror soothed and more messages flowed that have continued to come to pass in recent weeks.  

The Return has been life altering and deep.  My heart now holds a new resonance and on it is emblazoned TRUST.  I imagined myself to be a woman of faith before, but now I know within my every cell a new harmony... and one which holds and lifts me in every waking second!

Not to say, I won't still cuss and drink and dance like a dork, but FAITH empowers us with the certainty to be more of ourselves.  A blessing that I am enough and a reminder I have the power to change everything in my reality.  Watch out darlin, because this world's about to change!  

Dying with Grace

Death has a funny way of freaking us the eff out.  It was never intended to be met with such fear.

I once facilitated a conversation for a family whose matriarch had just passed away.    The daughter sitting before me asked her mother what death had felt like.  Mama (on the other side) responded that it felt like an orgasm.  If you can give into the joy and let yourself relax, the return to God/Source is triumphant!  Probably not the message her family expected, but it brought me such clarity and delight I try to always share her perspective.

Jesus also taught us much about how to die with grace.  Though His legacy may sound frightening, He walked his path with courage, grace and certainty.  Fear was not a part of His journey, nor should it be a part of ours.  Death is a portal, afterall!  A gateway to our return to God.  And this return should be celebrated, even heralded, not fraught with fear and unease. 

When death can be embraced, it's magical.  A perfect bow on the finely wrapped gift of life.  When fear and regret seep in, death is ugly, prolonged trying and tedious.  The infamous death scene in Dark Crystal is an ideal example of how death can be greeted! the Skeksis holding onto greed and power wither in anguish and crumble into a pile of dust while the Mystics, a spiritual and peaceful race, dies with a smile and his body turns to light.

The wisest of us knows when to step back and rest in the arms of the Divine. 


To help those we love die with grace, we can:

- talk with them and create a safe space for sharing whatever they may need, allow a place to air regrets and make amends
- hold them in unconditional love and joy
- allow forgiveness (of self and others)
- talk about death and what they can expect
- give them permission to let go
- remind them of the friends and family they can soon reconnect with



Spirit has asked me to talk as much as I can about dying with grace.  How to greet it, how to embrace it and how to celebrate it.  I've done several presentations around Denver on the topic and love sharing my shamanic perspective on death and dying.  If I can share this with a group you love, please give me a holla!

 

Healing :: ON the table or AT the table

I consider myself primarily an energetic healer, a shaman, and secondly a psychic. I believe every session, be it a reading or a healing, will leave you feeling better. So why book a healing when I'm already sharing this with you during readings?



I always will do what I can to remove blocks, limiting beliefs, old fears and anything else that might be hindering you from being the rock star you contracted to be. While At the Table receiving a reading, I will brush away and clear from your energetic field these things. The psychic readings tend to go a bit more psychological as we seek to understand, shift and heal the way you see yourself and your understanding of the world. Spirit Guides and Angels will share with me messages to ensure you receive the guidance and love you most need to heal thyself.


The shamanic healing work....ahhhhh! This is where I get to share with you the very best of the best.  On the Table is where the true miracles occur! Your Angels actually assist me in permanently resolving issues that may have irritated, blocked or stumped you your whole life. It is in the healing where we suss out and fix the root cause of the fears, beliefs, and pains. I use a number of techniques and tools to assist in your healing but most importantly, it is the directives of your own Guides and Angels that show me how to best serve you.

A healing session is both intuitive and energetic. We chat for a bit, maybe read some cards, then create your healing plan. You lie fully clothed on the table, snug and comfy, while I use prayers, oils, sounds and crystals to make magic. Many may fall asleep while others are curious and want a verbal play by play. This is your session and never have I witnessed the same miracles twice! At least once a day I hear "I feel lighter" and take this as a great validation that the work performed was effective.

I take my role with great sincerity and feel myself in service to your soul, your very being, always. If you are curious, it may just be your Angels giving you a nudge in the right direction.

And just for a lil perspective if the energy healing feels too New Agey... Jesus was an energy healer!  The miracles He performed were highly regarded esoteric teachings commonplace in the Mystery Traditions of the time.  This image is from the Florence Cathedral in Italy. 

Woo Woo Word of the Moment :: Ascension

I'm always hopeful I can find ways to bridge my world with that of the "everyone"... So here's the first of a new series attempting to explain what these kooky New Age words mean in easy to digest language.





Ascension is essentially the graduation of humanity. We have been glorified apes living, consuming and destroying the planet.... I say this with no political agenda or irksome fist throwin' simply stating bare bones... Our Ascension grants us a spiritual aspect that is now equal to that of our physical nature.

Some may say the Ascension allows us to leave Earth and explore galaxies beyond our own. My own belief is that Ascension puts us back on equal footing with the Ascended Masters (like Jesus, Buddha, Mother Mary) and our Angels. We become better than human by embracing our inherent spiritual nature and thereby evolving or graduating from our ape-ness.

My love of a man named Jesus

How can one talk about Jesus without: 

A.) sounding like a fanatic or 

B.) pushing a religious agenda?

This is what I have been grappling with as my love, yes LOVE, for Jesus comes in stronger and stronger.  

So let me clear the air-- I was raised largely without religion, without a concept of dogma and church.  We were raised in a loving home with a family who allowed us to pursue "religion" on our own terms.  This seeming lack was a beautiful gift allowing my relationship to God and my innate curiosity to lead to me to MY path, not one that was prescribed nor one I was chastised for not keeping.  

I explored Buddhism, Christianity, and Hinduism with equal zeal.  Picking and choosing the aspects that made the most sense to me.  I was as comfortable in a church as I was playing on the 2 acres of Louisiana swamp we called home-- feeling God in both locations equally!  What I found was in nature, I could connect, feel and ponder without anyone I telling me I was wrong.

After a couple of years in a Baptist school in Baton Rouge and being punished (detention, scolding and calls home to parents) for not believing what I was told to believe, I found "religion" to be a degradation of what I felt in my own heart.  I turned from organized religion and flitted my way into my own brand of spirituality.

So when Jesus came to me in 2005, asking that we have a conversation, I told him I wasn't one of "His" and he should look elsewhere.  At that point in my burgeoning psychic career, I was receiving guidance from Angels, my own Spirit Guides and Teachers I wasn't savvy yet enough to identify who was who.  Yet when Mary Magdalene showed up, bringing Jesus with her, it was my first experience working with Ascended Masters -- beneficent beings who are master teachers dedicated to enlightening humanity.  

I told them both in fact to go away... sure that a heathen child such as myself couldn't possibly be who they were looking for.   They both persisted, Mary providing information that she still insists will be a book and Jesus with a loving and gentle presence I have come to rely on. 

Last year, my work with Him began to take on more of a mentorship as he began teaching me some of the more estoeric teachings of the Essene tradition.  I can recall past lives I worked with him closely and find his guidance to be of the utmost benefit in my spiritual path.  Going through grief of my own, I relied heavily on him... to the point of near co-dependence!  Ha!  In calling to him to soothe my grief, and protect my heart, I lost my own inner strength... I became dependent and needy.  

I again asked him to step back, which he did with great respect, allowing me to return in my own time.  The year since has been one of warrior like insights and healing work-- powerful, majestic and sword yielding as I overcame the grief of losing my Gram & my child within a month.  

As a gentle wind, he appeared this spring, asking if our work could resume.  He expressed his pride in my reclamation of my inner strength and suggested that he may simply augment rather than replace it.  Wow-- this I was not prepared for!  What Divine Love, patience, and grace he allowed me to find on my own as he gently allowed my journey to return to him.  

It was then that I would hear myself exclaiming to clients: "Yes, but do you really know the real Jesus?!?" How could I temper my overjoyed experience with him without the gush of dogma rushing in?  It is still a question I try and balance but I know him to be kind, generous, ever loving and so very wise.  

Here's a bit of what he's taught me:

- He wishes to appear as hippie brother rather than dying man on a cross ("you know, like guy next to you at a Phish concert")

- He is funny as all heck and amazingly detached from "that thing that happened back there"

- He never takes himself too seriously, so we should all just relax a bit and let ego move aside

- Women are the teachers of faith... our connection to God/Goddess/Source

- There is no creation without the work of the Sacred Masculine and Divine Feminine, "without life form is empty."  It is up to man to create form and forge reality and it is the gift of the women to breathe life into it to allow it a place on this earth.

- Jesus was a shaman!  he was healer and worked with the invisible energies to benefit his community -- yup, I still want to make it a bumper sticker

- Death was meant to be a most joyous act, a celebratory return to God not one filled with fear and anxiety

- Those sincere souls wishing to find him should practice cultivating a personal relationship with him through meditation, prayer and even channeling, rather than seeking it in the Bible or church

I know him as Brother and am grateful for those moments he does gift me with.  He appears often for clients in session and I try my best to represent him well.  I love him like I do no other and feel lifted by him in every waking moment-- this is done by my choosing, and his grace, without the need for any church, book, or intermediary.  

How does your relationship with Jesus unfold?

Here's one song I can always feel him in...

Answering the Call

I have been focusing much time and energy this month honoring women through my Goddess Guidance sessions.  I have met many Great Mothers, High Goddesses and Wise Women and learned much through the journeys of the clients who have requested this work.  


While I continue sharing and giving for others, subtle orchestrations by spirit (call them coincidences if you will) have been urging me to finally heed my own Goddess Guidance.  This piece I have quietly carried for nearly a decade. I am called to listen to the Voices that whisper my highest self.  



Mary Magdalene came to me in 2005 asking that I write a book.  At that time, as a non-Christian and dedicated tree hugger, I didn't understand why this was being asked of me.  



She showed me in meditation the jar she held-- the alabaster jar of legend-- was actually a potent herbal blend containing a medicine that would make whoever ingested it appear to be dead.  Thus she shared the way Jesus "died" on the cross.  She showed me in detail how he was taken down and put into the tomb.  She continued to show me a peaceful pastoral life she and Jesus shared deep into their old age.  

A week later, I did an Akashic Reading for a woman who asked about Marguerite Porete - a French mystic who died in 1310. Though I had no knowledge of who this woman was, from the perspective of the Akasha, all truth is revealed. 


I was shown that Mary Magdalene re-incarnated as Poerte trying to "correct" the ways of the Church. The Church rather than exalting God had actually taught us to fear Him. This was not the way Jesus intended and she came through again as a dedicated voice of truth in the 14th century. Poerte wrote the Mirror for Simple Souls which reminded people of the simplicity of true Divine Love, enabling anyone who wanted to easily and accessibly connect with God. For speaking her truth, she was burned at the stake.


These two revelations so close in time were profound and unexpected. Mary Magdalene asked that I dedicate more time to her and allow a book to be channeled. At that stage in my life, this level of intimate knowledge was too much for me. I stepped away thanking her for her confidences but denying that I was the one for this job.






She guided me to a find a picture that she felt most accurately captured her true essence.  The name Dante Gabriele Rossetti kept running through my head as she prompted me on my journey to find the image.  An online search lead me to a Rossetti contemporary Anthony Frederick Augustus Sandys who painted this piece of Mary Magdalene in 1860.  


I framed this image which I still keep in my sacred space at home.  




Dan Brown wrote the DaVinci Code which brought the Magdalene question to modern consciousness.  She asked that I not read the book (nor later watch the movie) so my information from her would be pure and unaffected by the media depiction.  --to this day I have honored her request-- 


I have respectfully put our conversation on hold and have not yet resumed pen to paper.  Now 8 years later as I dedicate myself to the work of the Great Mothers, She, my patroness, appears again.  


Over the past week, two events have brought her to the fore-front to my world:


- I worked with a client who has a 9 year old son. From our session in the Akashic records, I could see he was a twin though no twins were actually birthed.  His "twin" acts as a spirit guide and calls herself Sarah.  Sarah is very active within the family unit and is treated as a sibling (way to go Mom & Dad for honoring your child's Spirit Guides in such a profound way!)  "Sarafina," rather than the more familiar Sarah, was how she showed herself to me as the daughter of Jesus and Mary Magdalene.   She is indeed very present for this boy and acts as both a sister and an angel.  


- the documentary Bloodline showed up in my Netflix cue.  It documents the 2007 unearthing of Mary Magdalene's likely tomb buried in the hills of pastoral France.   I started it one night too exhausted to physically keep my eyes open.  Since that night, I have been unable to step away from this Great Mother, Mary Magdalene.


Tonight I finished the documentary and have felt the full passion of an inflamed heart beating within me.  I know it to be Her presence and know now is the time I have been asked to return to Her.  



I have long known I was here to act as a voice of the Divine and of the Feminine.  I have tiptoed around this combined calling for years afraid to fully embrace my own power.  Power is a tricky thing and one I have held at a distance.  I was shown last week the true Power of the Feminine Divine and reminded how its energy will be the vital force to re-balance our world.  


My work with the Great Mothers has been my greatest gift and honor.  I finally think I am ready to receive what more She has been waiting to tell me.  I will share in future posts what unfolds next. I too will be curious to see where our work takes us.