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This I’ve learned… I’ve learned how to worship the sun because of the soggy arctic jungle of the Alaskan wilderness, contrast from the vitamin d enriched blazing fire of 9000 feet, lighting the mountains of Colorado.  I’ve learned how to bathe in the moonlight while it rises from the eastern seaside as the waters warm my chilled hairless coat of tanned leather. It took everything from me to get here.  I’ve learned how to dance in the rain even when…

Sowing my seed A traveling seed, searching for fertile lands in the sharp frozen months of January. A moons wait, up and down shifting my waters, affecting the moods of the material.  My source is my own homecoming. Picked up and carried against all nonconformity, through the dry cracked open lands, cut on the husks of once manifested miracles. I am no longer in Kansas searching for mountains.  Reaching down past the icy shards that encrust the earth, no tools…

A monologue of how to live in Alaska, beyond survival. A poetic awakening of how the ‘Mountain Moved Me’.  ————————————————————————————– Where do I belong when all I wanted was here? But ‘here’ showed me belonging is wherever I am. Not a place, nor space, wherever here is, I belong.  The Mountain Moved Me…. Just when I thought we were complete.  Life became alive, shockingly awake as if in my past I was only pretending. How little we see in the…

Soulful Abortion.A psychic mediumship’s experience on where they come from. There is no death.  Just as there’s no beginning, only in-body awareness within our understanding of time.  Here’s how it works from my experience with others and personally.  They come way before conception. The babies. Possibly before you were even born, scientifically when you were in utero. Soul time is no-time, just orchestrated dances fed through absolute consciousness. Our beliefs and values hold no placement here. Your beloveds call you,…

She was naked, round belly full of promising life submerging into the Chilkat icy waters ritualizing her path into motherhood. Cloaked as a mountain goat I hugged all that she embodied, deliriously happy on the side of the road. Knee deep in the divine feminine.  I keep meeting myself. Chance encounters, soft choices barely audible. What if I were to make the biggest move and put all I’ve got into the Universe? So, I did. With the help of my…