What Lives In Your Body?

Do you know how to listen to the voice in your gut? Is the consciousness that resides in your head a guide or a curse? When I question the mercy of God, do I listen to respond? How do you ask your guides for inspiration?

And they really like to be asked…

Do you listen when She responds?

I want to know why Anger has become my strongest teacher. Their approach is rough and messy, but strong — full of willful notions. There is a safety net dropping, if only the call finds the answers.

If anger is your loudest teacher do you know how to reply when the pink flags wave red and you know the burning bridge is next? Is this this pattern of betraying the exploration — the underworld dive into the unknown. Your true “journey”…fuck that…I mean deepest wish — the desire to know. This is childlike curiosity.

This is taboo.

In that you, are really the only one who knows exactly what to do…

In your gut.

When the Goddess calls do you answer? When the will of man beckons, is it expected? What in the hellfire is burning in the womb of womankind. This is unkind. The exploration of your truths. The invitation of the UnIverse. Exploitation of truther truths.

So says man, do this do that be pretty be quiet be still my love

Love? The bull with the horns one in the same, love and hate

Anger and reception.

I’m curious? Do you hear the call of your desire? Do you know what to do to respond? What image do you make in your head to get to the root of your issues; is making space for your feelings about this even valid as this version of you perceives?

With every fight, I choose to become the scientist of my emotions.

Finding relic, answers in the images we present and are presented with. Receiving with the right hand and…

Imaging as we make art, dancing together with the mirrors.

I Mage Be Cum

When I was just starting out there was only curiosity — the fear had no place, there was simply none, There was also no one, but me. I was alone in this. A fight and a will of my own creation. Fear is something placed upon with the first showing of taking up space, the first iterations of you becoming you in presentation form.

Someone somewhere told you to stop taking up space - to sit still, be pretty. Be quiet, remain small. Elbows to your sides.

Showing up to make art for the first time is an unexpected wonderance of where your compassion lies? Like how could you not know how innately pretty and perfect and worthy you are. Have been since birth.

Someone somewhere told you to be less than. And you believed them.

These are the products of years and years of nurturing that fear turned rage. Anger against perfect flesh.

So my anger is directed — pointed at the place that allows anything less than Goddess worship to occur.

Now, ritualizing the contextual desire to heal — to feel, and act as it that never happened.

And to take up space.

You Are A Product Of Your Beliefs

Recently someone close to me said, “I bet if you could turn off the faucet of feels about this you would.” I doubt it’s a choice to keep feeling into the really awful?

But suffering IS a choice.

Pain has a purpose. Is not chosen on purpose.

And so choosing to heal despite being told you are ugly in doing so; choosing to starfish out and take up space. Unlearning the need to shrink; you are a prude in not doing so for yourself!

Do Not Shrink

If I could snap my fingers and grant my desires to be seen, heard and felt, I would have to surrender a lot to feel the pang of that deep breath.

Anything that holds us back at present is pain-full because a it’s a reminder of things that didn’t work out — the envisioned way. Absolutely, the way they meant to create and carve a path towards shifting, dancing in the now.

The mystery is what is truly the right things to say to command space and attention and be granted wishes on a small scale to prove to our psyche that on a larger level the ritual will complete, the path will meet the walker, highest alignment with the truth of choice, successfully makes meaning of all of the suffering. A full surrender to the option.

That it may get better than this!

Be Ready To Serve

Do I know you?

What do you think you know about me? Camus said you cannot tell me that I do not know what it is to be human.

But what about the wombman? Woman.

Our defining birth right for redemption, reclamation of the stories they tell about our kind.

If Jesus was so great then he wouldn’t have let Mary Magdalene’s name get dragged through the mud.

We’re still living that ish down and the hatred of women from man, especially from religion, and law.

This is how you bend, you break.

You cum back to Self to explore, peel back the layers, remove a layer and you’ll see.

My favorite one-liner in a session, on a dance night out,

Remove a layer

and you will see…

Be Ready To Eat

How can I invite you to be? I want it to be formal, pristinely packaged, pretty even, see?

But what if it’s clunky, what if I don’t have it alll together yet there’s an eagerness to please?

So, Done. Not perfect

Is key.

Your keys — the guides — my voice, appealing to listen to, even better to be seen.

A deep desire to be felt, help, *just* as you are.

In An Image

Are you ready? I am calling…

The goddess worships goddess because that is the support of the teacher. Why leave you in the dark as was done to me? I am a guide for those who survive, as I am in need of one too.

This is for me as much as it is for you.

But can we chat about masochism & macaroons?

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