Women of Haines, Alaska(Excerpt from my book: The Mountain Moved Me) I had a dream of Haines women. We were in a big circle, one in which I was a part of. In my dream, I was ‘reading’ a friend and the tumultuous pangs of her partnership. When afterward, I circled my eyes around, witnessing these strong women of Haines, AK, warriors in their own eulogy. “We’ve been through some stuff”, I muttered through my mind’s thoughts. Noticing how tall…
Hi my name is Vanessa Wishstar and I’m a Psychic Queer. Let this not overshadow the real platform for ‘Queer Psychics’ or any LGBTQ+ identifying folks, as I have no intention of overshadowing the much needed spotlight in support, progression of our evolutionary beliefs and unconditional love. I’m just the gal in the witch’s hat in the back, cheerleading with identifying support. Here’s the thing, my ‘identity’ (not related to gender) carries a parallel story with those who’ve been enslaved…
Vanessa is a mystic woman who discovered through a natural disaster, living in extremes offers the ability to be able to appreciate it all. The noise, the silence, the conveniences, the doing without, the access, the remoteness, the community, the independence. All of it gets the best of her attention and is wildly accepted. She is now free. Surviving the Alaskan Way The high prices of living in remote Alaska is beyond means, of what it means, to live. The…
Dear Alaska,Who are you? Your super-natural presence in my life. Are you my mother, my home, yet you’re asking me to fledge the nest? Into what? Am I grown up now? When did that happen and how do I fly when I fear turbulence? Your rocky terrain of no man made substance is what feeds me through my soul starting at my feet. Fracturing my pillar while trying to do what is calling me into the next step. But I…
Is your Sensitivity beating you up? Own it instead of being blown to bits by it. It can be crushing or it can be freeing. Our natural instinct is to control it, by controlling what’s happening. But when we do this we actually lose some of its magick in its arrival. We try to fit into it! Don’t! It’s not meant for a box – 4 walls, you’re much too big. This is expansion. Your sensitivity is showing you the…
My “storage is full.” My Drive can no longer hold anything more. There’s a trauma response to “having”. A house. A job. A led possibility. A seemingly causation of health matters. But does it matter and could we even be held responsible? When anything good arrives the question arises, ‘can I handle having this?’ Desires are long gone at this point. Just action, as if we’re being pulled through a force well beyond our strength. We can’t fight it, deny…
Dearest one, How could you ever be humble when you give yourself so completely? Please, don’t fall into the belief that “you’re not good enough”. How would you feel if you had my seat? Knowing all I know, seeing you with kindness eyes and truthful heart. You’re what we contemplate and write about = Aspiration transferring into INspiration. Just you, standing there, in your vortex. You have cultivated human diligence, tending to the soil before we sow our desires. Your…
For six months I’ve been trying to get home, but apparently I was needed in another realm. Aside from the external story that was downright humorous when you’re at the end of your rope, my inward journey home, enlightened me with radical acceptance, void of judgment. I clung my sweaty palms to my seat in a 1989 Scooby Doo RV that shakes barely going over 55 mph. After the millionth time of trying to get home I feel relief yet…
I’ve never lived in a place so full of synchronicity and serendipity. It’s as if this place was also looking for us all along. This is Haines, Alaska. We moved here in 2016 and have been enjoying this nook on the water for a few years now. One of the glaring insights I’ve received was that Haines is a vortex – as in, not just the place, but the PEOPLE also. Which is molding which… I’m just not sure of…
In one spring weekend we celebrated our 15th year engagement anniversary, we found a house that we might purchase, my husband got an amazing new job, and we found out we’re pregnant! This all converged on Easter weekend symbolically in relation to pagan roots – celebrating the fertility goddess. For most, finding out you’re pregnant is a joyous occasion but more of a surprise than acknowledged premonition. I’m psychic, so in my world nothing is expected, but rather opened before…