The Universe doesn’t understand “Stop sending bad boyfriends.” Or “I don’t want to be fat.” Or “Make this pain go away.” What it does respond to is, “My boyfriend is open, loving, kind, sexy, secure, compassionate, romantic, happily and gainfully employed, talented, smart, resourceful and engaged in living a life he loves.” Tall order? That […]
My first real exposure to anything occult was Tarot. I remember so clearly sitting on the floor of my much older boyfriend’s attic room watching him place cards from a very well-worn Thoth deck, feeling a new flavor of fascination. This was something so strange, so ancient, so spooky good, that I couldn’t stop thinking
I get many questions about Light Language. It’s not a household word, because it’s one of those modalities that was kept secret for so long. It comes from the Mayan Curandero tradition, and only recently was it sent into the world to become accessible to more practitioners. Although it has set down roots in several
Laura and I had spent my birthday in Chicago, and were headed home. It was snowing pretty hard, big, heavy flakes turning to water as soon as they hit the ground. We took Highway 88 back toward Iowa, taking it easy, knowing we needed to use some caution. About an hour outside Chicago, we began
I’ve been doing some soul-searching lately, to put some things in perspective, and hold on to my long-sought and hard-won joy. Because lately, living in America has been a joy shredder. Guilt. Oh gods, is there guilt. I should be doing more, I should be giving more money, I should be calling my idiot senators
All matter is made up of energy. Not just generic, dull, garden variety energy, but excitingly vibrating strands of life-force straight from the Source of All. It’s the stuff we’re made of. It’s the stuff we live in. It’s the stuff we breathe and eat. To quote Sir Terry Pratchett, from his book Soul Music,
