contact the golden light

tigers eye. turquoise. feathers

truth written all over it

chance and chance alone has a message for us. everything that occurs out of necessity, everything expected, repeated day in and day out, is mute.  only chance can speak to us.  we read it's message much as gypsies read the images made by coffee grounds at the bottom of the cup.

milan kundera : the unbearable lightness of being

discovering you're back on earth

Dear Britt, it was so nice talking to you today.  sorry i had to get off the phone.  i was working in the church gift store and a customer came in.  Talk to Our Lady of Guadalupe, she has a lot of pull with Her Son.  Love You, Grandma

north south east west above below within

the seven directions

peace bay ▲†▲ om forest

I'm the mother of a green forest with a purple sky that hangs above. it's east of peace bay, right where the newly transformed butterfly's frolic among the pines.  I've witnessed the trees dress in christmas lights and dance when no ones watching..... the moon creates the rhythm that guides the mood of this ancient ceremony.  all i can do is sit in the mud like a stick, its the best spot because i can understand more from below.  down here i meet the 13 Original Clan mothers and thank them by offering prayers and sacred smoke for allowing me to use their land and foster the energies they create.  and i live on.

✧☽ sugar spectrum senses ☾✧

subconscious relations to perception are deeply woven in our mind 

i lost that . only to discover so much more

for a time i felt so familiar with the energy in every particle of existence

i saw a tree stump with ingrown rivets and felt i knew the history of rain marks on that large dense root

when i looked to the sky i could see the dimensions within the molecules between me and the stars.. above the stars , beyond the galaxy , i could see to the alternate universes

in that time everything makes sense.. in that time there is no way things could be vague because my eye sight is allowing the clairvoyance to be known 

everything around me seems to have a story to tell, everything in gaia is breathing and as alive as ever...... i understand the earth, i know its name

the saltwater runs right through skin and cleansed my soul

that time has passed and im left feeling nostalgic, caught in humanities trap of relative consciousness, knowing so much more exists but having a hard time seeing it...