Giving thanks to the skins we've shed this Year of Snake. Reflection and Journal Prompts on Letting Go to Grow.

Automatic Writing (AKA Automatism, Psychography, Planchette) I first learned of automatic writing, or automatism, when studying the Surrealists in high school. Described as a direct way to tap into the subconscious, the artists used their non-dominant hand to write out messages, quickly and without thinking, to connect with ideas that the conscious mind might normally block. I’ve since read of many artists, psychologist, and occultist who use automatic writing to bypa

Creating a Vision Board is like casting the magic for manifesting. The goal of vision boarding is to create a picture that you can meditate on each day to help attune your actions to how you envision feeling in your life. All you need are magazines, scissors, and glue. ( Please note, tearing can substitute for scissors and bubble gum can substitute for glue) Creating a vision board is a great way to set your sights on a goal, see things from a new perspective, and reveal h

An Automatic Writing / Light Code Download from The Bright Be Graced By Your Own Grace Moving from want to wishes Divine the blood like water Move away the fear of thinking Want less Wish more Become the diviner Breathe, the great breath of a million possibilities. Wish yourself free and find freedom. The shackles of time unlock you. Your impermanence, that is permanent, Your time is timeless, Let your fear also be fearless, Let your kind be kinder, Let your space be spacious

“It’s the most handsome pineapple,” she said of my purchase. Pear shaped with two head stalks, the most beautiful pineapple is non binary. Every duality has its oneness. Every binary, it’s non-binary. Two heads, one body Outside & inside Husk & fruit Spiked & smooth. And inside, the perfect pattern emerges, spiraling binary code. We are the anima and the animus woven. Shiva pursuing Shakti. Yang chasing Yin. And still also the Tao, the one, consciousness, divinity. We are bo

This light code message came in response to my question of dharma and duty. Your fate is not fated, Fate is created. Each risk you take to grow Leads you to know Your purpose isn’t a purpose, Your duty is not duty. You’re not born into duty or fate, Your duty is to create. Await, don’t wait, Unfate fate. Create not to finish, but to be a work of art, Constant in it’s progress, Always a work in progress. Release expectation of finding a destiny laid out in front of you. Those

Life with all it’s mysteries is to be lived. You’re no detective, There’s nothing to be solved or sorted. The mystery of life is solved not by the living, but through living life. If there is a purpose to life, beyond the act of living itself . . . If there is a purpose to life, it can be found only through living itself. Life while you’re alive, that is the purpose. Breathe and be breathed. Drink and be drunk up. Life is its own elixir. Eat and be feasted upon. Life is the

Connection. How do we connect to each other? I’ve written a lot about how we can each connect to ourselves, but what about connecting to...

I continue to type up auto-writing transcripts from that past year. This one seems suiting today, whilst so much divisiveness, so many divided, looking for answers outside of ourselves. How can we reckon with our own thoughts, patterns, trauma? This Automatic Writing message was written in the Spring of 2020. Direct Message at Sunrise My Left Hand Writes: Empty yourself. Express it all out. Emote. Let yourself be empty and then empty some more. When the past outweighs the p

As I begin to type up more of the automatic writing transcripts from 2020, I feel a nausea in my belly. It's a mash-up between giddiness and nervousness. Giddy to share the profundity of the messages, and a nervousness to putting myself out there as a lunatic. The word lunatic comes from luna, the Latin word for moon and the suffix -atic meaning "of the sort." So, in the spirit of admitting my own lunacy, I will concur that the messages I receive do come from the heavens, t

Automatic Writing at Sunrise. January 18, 2021 I ask for guidance Emotions sometimes feel like a reckoning. Direction feels backwards at times. This is the message I am given to transcribe: Backwards is also a direction, often not so different than forward. Expansive is the true direction of the soul. Spirit wishes to expand. Beyond the physical, Beyond the limitations of the material, Beyond duality. Dualities of Direction: Inward / Outward Forward / Backwards Upwards / Dow

Shakespeare said "all the world's a stage. . . " and all of us are mere players, entering and exiting, playing more than one part in our...

A few months ago, I was teaching a one-on-one class online today to a student newish to yoga. On this day, when I asked her how things were going, she replied “I’m just walking towards the darkness at the end of the tunnel.” This student began taking yoga classes in January of 2020, in her mid forties, as a New Years Resolution. She told herself she would take four classes and then be able to check it off her "list of suggested stress lowering activities." She purchased an ex

It's been a quirky season for growing. Many of us have found ourselves in situations, places, relationships, that we couldn't have imagined for ourselves back in the Spring. The Harvest Moon on October 1st is a time to look at what's come to fruition in your garden this growing season, to appreciate what is, even if it's not how you seeded your intentions last Spring. Here's a short journal activity to explore the harvest of this season through the lense of the Kleshas. Harve

The nature of shadow and light, duality and oneness. There’s a story about Ganesh and how the moon got its big crater. As the story goes, Ganesh was walking home from a big party where he had over ate, he fell down and everything around him went awry. The big full moon that Ganesh had previously been admiring for its perfect beauty and light, starting laughing at Ganesh. Ganesh angered and started yelling at the moon but the moon kept laughing. Ganesh got so angry that he tor