Pandora's Jukebox

Stoked about tonight!!! Please like my Pandora's Jukebox page on facebook!

From 9pm to midnight ET (6pm to 9pm PT) on Pandora's Jukebox I will played a smorgasbord of international psychedelic rock for druids, local punk with Ron Hexe and the Ghoul Squad, twangy early blues, and a set for my disembodied friend, with a dollop of doo wop and a samba twist. You can find the program archived on Radio Free America by clicking here Go to "Station Archive", click on January 25th, and click on "Pop Life or Pandora's Jukebox or Northern Trawl" It will be up for another 10 days.

Looking for women who relish the sensations of a blizzard for some snowy photoshoots. If that is you hit me up at info@pandorapeoples.com I work with non models who want to access their inner goddess. Many of my subjects have never worn lipstick! I use music and stories to help you get in character. And from there the journey begins.

My Interview with late Actor and Comedian Taylor

Here is my interview with the late actor, comedian, playwright and painter Taylor Negron from July of 2013. MY INTERVIEWHe was truly the kind of articulate, edgy, hysterical, whimsical, enchanting, enlightening, deeply heartfelt, and clever bloke that you can't imagine the world without. Unique and yet the perfect conduit for disembodied muses. He lived his life in an inspired array of colors, like illegal fireworks over an exotic and improbable juxtaposition of city and country. I believe his Aurora borealis soul is visiting us all, watchfully and insightfully guiding us. Like Jesus, but hornier, funnier, and better dressed. And, he's whispering profound everythings into our ears, as we fall asleep, before he cancans and fandangos through a mangrove-swamp-filled downtown Asian marketplace. He's the place where Ramadan, Chinese New Year and Obon go to party. We love you Taylor, everywhere you are. Rock on, brother. Thanks for your Pandora's Jukebox request for Sunday night. I should always get my requests from the other side! I don't think I ever heard that one! [Disclaimer: My dead pan jokes came off as earnest, because I was so darn joyful and nervous to be interviewing him. Please, pardon my chattiness.]

Z Budapest Talks My Dark Sordid Past on Healing Wisdom

Here's something Z Budapest said about Simone De Beauvoire's ideas about the church. "...to get the men in the church they give them superiority in the over the women who are the mass majority of church attendants, they do all the work for free, but for that they get nothing but slavery." That's it! That's why patriarchal religion has been so effective. You get people to be obedient, by giving them power over others.

Here author Dr. Z Budapest, lesbian activist, feminist, and leader in the reclamation of the ancient ways of the Goddess talks about her latest book. We discuss hot button issues and her 1975 arrest for tarot reading that won rights for women to practice traditional divination and spiritual counseling. THE INTERVIEW

Dr. Budapest studied at the University of Chicago, Second City, and staffed the Women’s Center in Los Angeles during the 1960s. She is also the director of the Women’s Spirituality Forum.

The episode will be broadcast January 29th at 92.1 WOMR-fm in Provincetown and 91.3 WFMR-fm Orleans and streaming at http://womr.org

The Fascinating and Incomparable Dr. Rupert Shedrake on Healing Wisdom!!

Here is my interview with world-renown biologist and author Rupert Sheldrake discussing his unique scientific perspective on the sixth sense and dispelling many of the outdated dogmas that form the basis of the conventional scientific model. He is best known for his hypothesis of morphic fields and morphic resonance. Afterwards, toxicologist and Mayan culture authority Dr. Carl Johan Calleman continues where we left off on our discussion of the Global Mind and the Cosmic Tree of Life. INTERVIEW HERE.

Destination: Oracle

More excerpts from what I am writing...

"The very first time I discovered my angels, it wasn’t some lah-dee-dah glittery castles in the clouds and rainbows in the heart sort of a revelation high on a Himalayan Mountain top. It wasn’t through intention that I drew psychic experience to me. Intention creates a method with which to control the communications. But with mediumship, you either have it (and hide from it) or you don’t.....

"....As a result, when you have ventured into that territory, meeting spirits half way on the bridge to the other side, your auric field becomes henceforth marked by passage openings like neon invitations. After enough journeys into what shamans call non-ordinary reality, dead people read these invitations like neon signs on the Vegas strip. “Bada Bing! Hot, Young and Willing.” “Live Seer.” “Gorgeous Oracle.” “World Class Psychic Girl.” Naturally, dead people start gravitating to you like you are a tourist destination, a refuge in a time of crisis, even a last stop on their road to nowhere.

"The afternoon my grandmother called me up from the hospital while recuperating from a hip surgery, wasn't the first time I'd been made aware of the fluidity between our world and the other side. I was thirteen and home alone. We always screened calls because of the constant barrage from bill collectors. Forced to leave a message my grandmother spoke as I listened to her in real time. “Pandora,” she gasped in a deep guttural tone, like a wolf with emphysema who had swallowed my grandmother up in one giant gulp. I reached for the receiver, but I didn’t pick it up. Like a coward I was scared shitless by the monstrousness of her voice. "Paaandooora?! I need you." she pleaded, like she was fighting for her life with Cerberus grasping at her neck. I knelt down and leaned in close to the answering machine. “Pandora, help me.” Yes, it really did sound like my grandmother's soul was being yanked out through her vagina and dragged in through a trapdoor into the Underworld.

"In chaotic confusion, her serpentine voice raised in simultaneous crescendo and throaty baritone. “Paannddoorraa……help me!" Clearly, the central heating was melting my grandmother from the inside out like a cheesy potato in a microwave. Hip surgery sucks. Maybe she needs better drugs. "They are taking me!," she yelled in a deep choppy exhale like machinery in a reverberating meat grinding factory. What the fuck are those occupational therapists doing to my grandma? I thought in paralyzed amazement. A few more Pandoras and my grandmother disconnected. I listened to the message over and over again. "Do I call her back"? I asked myself. Rewind. Stop. Play. Stop. Rewind.

"Does hell accept collect calls?" I nervously joked to myself before my dad turned the key in the front door. “Grandma called from the hospital, you should really call her back. Like soon”, I said, pale and standing hunched over gazing at the phone. “When was that?,” he said surprised, his voice soft and tired, his eyes red rimmed. “About twenty minutes ago. She sounded horrible. Like really bad.” “That’s impossible,” he said with alarm. “She did!” I insisted. “She couldn’t have because I got the call forty minutes ago that she died”, my dad informed me before bursting into tears. “I’m so sorry,” I hugged my dad and we cried together until I entertained the thought, Oh?! So, that’s why she didn’t sound so good. "How'd she die?" It was a sudden cardiac arrest. Her hip had been healing fine. She hadn’t had a heart condition. She’d been fine the day before, ready to return to the nursing home. He listened to his mother’s message into the evening, bewildered at its post-death time stamp. By morning my mom had erased it from the tape, but never from our minds.

Mystic Mulefat and the Mad Apothecary

An excerpt from something I am writing.

"By 2005, curiosity had replaced fear, a sense of adventure and admiration had replaced skepticism, but he had still never ‘seen’ anything, with the exception of a door being pounded in by an invisible presence. In many ways this day was like all the others before it. Our honeymoon with vodka and cherry juice breakfasts had faded and been replaced by a growing fascination with the natural world and alchemy. My apothecary soul had been unleashed into a mad scientist search for the perfect aphrodisiacs and third-eye opening herbal elixirs. As always, my ritual preparation for a channeling session started with sipping cherry juice infused with local sage and sage brush. I'd eaten a typical LA dinner (a composition of pea sprouts, cherimoya, avocado, and mizuna, topped with tahini and lotus root), taken a 3 ½ mile jog in Temescal Canyon and gotten to sleep by 11pm to awake at 3:30am by radio alarm clock.

That daily jog along the backbone trail that dumped my husband and I onto a pebbly creek bed of night-blooming Mulefat, had become a necessary part our urban mental health ritual. Other trails paled in comparison with my discovery of Mulefat, an indigenous plant one can only presume gained its namesake from having a reputation for putting weight on mules at some point in history. After ascertaining which plant was responsible for the intoxicating aroma, I had identified it in one of my local plant species volumes. Latin name Baccharis salicifolia, also known as Seep Willow or Water-Wally. Googling it, revealed nothing of its magical powers. Leaving me with only my euphoric impressions and later experiments, as Mulefat took up residence in my heart.

The fragrance of this magical plant had the gift to transport us, project our astral bodies beyond the bounds of our physical forms into the early evening air. But, only if we kept up the velocity in our running-descent down the mountain. My method was to run with my head and arms stalking closer and closer to the forest floor. As we got further down into the basin, the energy was so vibrant, that clarity was obfuscated by the thick realms within realms of the plant kingdom. The dim lighting could not account for such a distinct lack of visibility. One had no choice but to awaken all the senses to navigate. In such holy places, everything is alive. Dark and light are equally represented in their full grandeur. And tricksters like to role play, regardless of their anatomy, enjoying the drama of playing with the human mind.

Timid at first, my response to the intensity of this darkening trail grew bolder with time. Eventually, bounding over creekside mudflats I found myself imagining what a panther might feel as her torso stretches parallel to the ground, cooled by its emanations. Lunging forward at full speed, with muscles burning like a native cat with air born paws, sprinting through the woods, around every familiar twist and turn, giving no pause to dodge trees and roots in path. Communicating with the sonar-like-sense of forest creatures who are in telepathic resonance with the deep meditation of all leafy creatures big and small. The essence of plant medicine, calling us into the rocky bed of euphoria and propelling us out of our bodies as we reached the holy land. Our spirits in seeming defiance of gravity, similar to out-of-body travels during soulful love making. Except that unlike the latter where you and your lover tumble through the cosmos in a pulsing, rainbow-colored throbbing, creaming from every chakra, and igniting your ethereal fuses from pleasure zone to pleasure zone exploding lotuses in fireworks running through the activating electric wires of your ancient souls...your ascension via this dry creek bed of Southern Californian Mulefat is like the flight of condors off a pine tree, leaping heavenward, and soaring on the invisible hands of the wind. Blissful like ecstatic children whose joy extends through their fingertips and toes. Your full magnetic heartlights filling your entire bodies with white light and casting outward rays merging with all that is. You are upheld by the frequency of joy emanating from the Universe, your bodies running automatically, as you dodge around the large plants forming conscious silhouettes around you. The moonscape now reflective with awe.

These sorts of things are always there. The magical plants, the layers of earthly experience, the access to the astral plane. It is our perspective that changes and allows us to engage with the unknown. When we focus our attention, our world around us shifts. You can seek with your heart, soul or your mind. But often in my practice I see that when a person is seeking with his heart or soul, with the mind trudging along behind ambivalently or sometimes contumaciously. It may attempt to intervene in the soul's self discovery. Not so shockingly, in an attempt to protect the spirit from the unknown, the mind may be quick to judge. It may be quick to defend its beliefs, patterns, and territory. The mind may lure the soul and the heart away from the present moment, even from revelations and growth.

And, if conversely the mind does goes along for the ride, rolling its eyes from the backseat with the heart riding shotgun and the soul at the wheel, he may be damn surprised at what you found, when you weren't looking. With the psychic senses, one must only look in the places in between what we witness with our eyes, ears, and hands. One must confront the spaces in between what we allow ourselves to accept as tangible, possible, and safe."

January's Healing Wisdom: Wombs, Morphic Resonance, the Global Mind, Sordid Sex, and Remembering a Mischief Maker

Where else but on Pandora Peoples' Healing Wisdom at Cape Cod's Outermost Radio out of Provincetown, Massachusetts?

Listen Thursdays at 9am ET/6am PT/2pm GMT streaming on http://womr.org or locally at 92.1 WOMR-fm in Ptown, 91.3 WFMR-fm in Orleans!

4X Awesome! January 8th, Ayurvedic doctor Seeta Narsai discusses pregnancy and postpartum health. January 15th we have both controversial biologist and researcher on the sixth sense Dr. Rupert Sheldrake and former World Health Organization toxicologist and authority on Mayan culture Dr. Carl Johan Calleman speaking with us more on the Global Mind. January 22nd, we have notorious feminist and founder of the women's spirituality movement Z. Budapest speaking with us about her new biography! On January 29th we have choreographer and principle member of the Boston-based Vadalna Tribal Dance Company Kalidasi Burgess discussing Anandamayi belly dance and the ancient Indian temple dance called Odissi. Stay tuned to Thursday mornings at 9am ET on womr.org and locally at 92.1 WOMR-fm in Provincetown and 91.3 WFMR-fm Orleans in Massachusetts.

Dr. Seeta Narsai has a B.S. degree in Kinesiology, B.A. in Sports management and Communication, and a Doctorate in Ayurvedic Medicine at the American University of Complementary Medicine. She interned at the OBGYN department at SDM Ayurveda College in Udupi India and has also received a doula certification. In her practice, Seeta has worked with Olympic and professional athletes and A-list Hollywood professionals. Ayurvedic Dr. Seeta Narsai discusses pregnancy and postpartum health from a mind-body perspective based in ancient Ayurvedic traditions. You can here the interview HERE.

This week world renown biologist and author Rupert Sheldrake discusses his unique scientific perspective on the sixth sense and dispels many of the outdated dogmas that form the basis of the conventional scientific model. He is best known for his hypothesis of morphic fields and morphic resonance, which leads to a vision of a living, developing universe with its own inherent memory. He worked in developmental biology at Cambridge University, where he was a Fellow of Clare College. Dr. Sheldrake is known for his public trialogues with colleagues ethnobotanist/psychonaut Terrence McKenna and Chaos Mathmatician Ralph Abraham. Afterwards, toxicologist and Mayan culture authority Dr. Carl Johan Calleman continues where we left off on our discussion of the Global Mind.

On January 22nd, controversial lesbian feminist and Wiccan author Z. Budapest, whose legal battles won psychic readers religious freedom to spiritual women's wisdom traditions, will also be making a sonic appearance on Healing Wisdom discusses her biography "My Sordid Past as a Heterosexual: First Destiny". The book details her early life in WWII During Russian-occupied Hungary, her escape from the violence and bloodshed as Hungarians fought Russia and then Germany for autonomy, and her refugee life in Switzerland and later her immigration to America. In the 50s & 60s she studied Improv with Viola Spolin at Second City and worked as a model and actress in nude art films while her professor husband taught at University. The book ends when she hitchhikes to California and begins her Second Destiny.

On January 29th, in honor of the passing of Hollywood’s beloved mischief-maker, character actor extraordinaire and gifted comedian Taylor Negron, we are going to re-run my interview with him from July of 2013. In my mind he will live on the way his muses did, his work existing as a timeless portal to his quirky irreverent humor, part Oscar Wilde clever, part Groucho Marx, anarchic Dadaism. You've seen Taylor everywhere and his legacy reaches beyond the 128 roles he played for television and film. He was a skilled painter and provocative playwright as well as a beloved friend to all.

On February 5th Kalidasi Burgess, is choreographer and dancer who performs in a style she has created called, Anandamayi Bellydance (Bliss-permeated in Sanskrit), drawing from Odissi style classical Indian temple dance and infusing it with mythological story and archetypal energy to drive physical movements. Kali draws deep from the long, expressive postures of Modern dance, the earthy, serpentine energy of tribal bellydance, and the devotional aspect of classical Indian dance. She currently studies Bharatanatayam under Deepa Srinath in Boston, MA and Odissi under her gurus Colleena Shakti and Sudhansu Puhan in Pushkar, Rajasthan. In 2012 she had the honor of performing Odissi at the Pushkar Temple Dance Festival, produced annually by the Shakti School of Dance. Kalidasi is a principal member of Vadalna Tribal Dance Company from Boston, MA. and teaches weekly belly dance classes on American Tribal Style, Tribal Fusion, and Anandamayi Belly Dance. She is a Reiki Master and holds a dual degree in Theatre and Women's Studies from Wheaton College.