Gardening with my Animus

Did a little emergency gardening due to the forthcoming rain showers expected. Moved some goldenseal and a Mother's Day sunflower outdoors for the time of their lives. Sewed my seeds hastily and sloppily. That's the way to get it done. Sooner or later, Mother Nature's gonna get you. Quick as lightning I weeded my veggie boxes. Nipped the flowers of my parsley plants so they will grow horizontally. Turns out a rusty ax and a pile of dead trees needed me, as did my ceremonial rock circle. Wielding an ax feels so right. What's good for the inner machismo is good for the inner goddess. Been a long time, since we rock n' rolled.

Interview with Wicked Local!

http://www.wickedlocal.com/dennis/news/x1506809449/PHOTO-GALLERY-The-Geometry-of-Women-at-Danton-Studio?zc_p=0#axzz2SvHjpjP8

Interview with the Barnstable Patriot!!

Look what the Barnstable Patriot has to say about Sacred Shapes: The Geometry of Women.

http://www.barnstablepatriot.com/home2/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=32776&Itemid=34

"It's Like Going to Church"

Had so much fun this morning channeling for the angels and giving readings. The angels impart such fantastic healing vibrations, but they are also just so clever, playful and so much fun with so much experience and wisdom to draw from. It's a total eclipse of the heart. I love doing this work. Just thoroughly enjoy every minute of it. I'm offering discounts this Spring to returning clients. There's incredible value to shamanic angel work. Energy healing, intuition and mediumship go so well together. I am grateful to be of service! If you're in need of a energetic charge, reboot, and communication with the mystical in a grounded fashion with an infusion of miracles that's artsy, poetic and lots of fun!! contact me for a reading at info@pandorapeoples.com. Phone sessions available. (Accepting credit cards... and postcards.) Help yourself get more deeply connected to the depth of your own soul, in a state of reverent remembrance with irreverent humor in the sacred space of the heart.

You are a timeless being of integrated ego and spirit. You are a powerful creative force.

Blithe and Bonny Spring

Perseverance is the order of the day.

Life is distracting enough without being visited by dead people at the drop of a hat. I've learned that I cannot be subjected to the whims of the angels, anymore than those of you mortals. With all of the craziness going down on planet earth, they've had to be a lot less choosy about who passes the spirit guide exams. 'They need back up down there, and PRONTO!' From what I can surmise, they might have some pretty sketchy accreditation programs. That's not to say everyone of your guides is a rookie, but there's a distinct possibility that one of your invisible peeps is an intern and working toward his or her title.

Bottom line, whispers may be suggestions, not heart-stopping, life-altering warnings or commands. Your newbie guardian may loooovvve yardsaling. You may find yourself wondering why in the hell you bought a hutch to display your best porcelain in a nook, when you clearly have no nook, and no fine China. Nor do you have an interest in displaying the chipped remains of your grandfather's collection of WWII-era German beer mugs, his gift to you, the bulk of which your stepmother clandestinely consigned, when he was on his death bed, in an effort to expedite the clearing of his trailer. You'd waited twelve years to touch his precious war momentos placed on the highest shelf, perpetually out of your reach. Glistening, colorful, more ostentatious than the polka-music playing beerhalls from whence they came.

I've no timecard, so I'm punching into my blog this evening, like Foghorn Leghorn clocking into his farmyard job. Cape Cod is a mystical land of synchronicity. It has become a proverbial Family Reunion with souls with whom I've broken bread for centuries across our many lives, and as such, it can be disarming, loads of laughs, and more work than you'd expect. We're, like, resolving karma from ten different lives right now. I'm sorry I stole your chickens. We should have never started that coven. The ax I put through your head, it was meant for the parlor maid. I still love you despite your having abandoned me in the forest with the king's men on horseback with all those drawn bows. You're my spirit sister, always. We're totally good. Let's get a beer, shall we?

I have decided to personalize my book. I am quite eager to do so! Wish me luck, if you cared enough to read this.

Limitless Blessings an Springtidings to you.

Healing Wisdom Goes to Hawaii May 16th

Been having so much fun with my guests on my radio show Healing Wisdom, podcast at http://womr.org

We prerecorded an interview today with sound healer and musician John Dumas. Kauai is contagious. The energy is incredibly powerful medicine. Missing it, and hope to return again soon.

My husband figured out what my book on the sacred feminine is missing! Eureka! I'll be a busy bee this weekend. Yesterday I had a great interview with Lee Roscoe of the Barnstable Patriot. Tomorrow, I speak with a newspaper reporter from Wicked Local. We're getting great coverage for Sacred Shapes: The Geometry of Women. We deserve it! The birth and rebirth stories need to be told! It's such a powerful synergy of wise women that are creating a marvelous synergy for this series of events.

I love this focus on connecting to the heart that is seeping in to popular music and popular culture from ancient healing traditions. In Westernized cultures, we focus so much on intimacy between partners, and expect that romantic love and attachment is supposed to fill us up completely. If we allow music to connect out to our hearts, we can begin to feel the love that knits the hearts of all animals, all souls together, the fabric that creation was woven from. I love how music helps us to feel connected so deeply, particularly music like John Dumas' flute and didgeridoo playing.

John's music is such an incredible reboot for me…I can feel like total collateral damage, like complete disaster capitalism waiting to happen, and then I listen to his music and feel empowered to be present, to be activated, to see all the good that is…to feel at the very core of my being, all of the love emanating and radiating on the planet. It seems we must return to our roots as spiritual beings, to come into a state of balance, to be useful and move forward in our creations. Thursday May 16th tune in at 9am EDT. We talk whales, power animals and the power of positive manifestation.

Ways to Celebrate Earth Day

As climate change is impacting more and more people with rising sea level, flooding, and super storms, paying attention to our impact on the earth is more and more important. Here are some suggestions on what we can do to improve our relationship to Mother Earth today:

* Show your gratitude...give thanks to the earth for the food she provides.
* Give an offering...Sing a song in appreciation or give her a gift. Today is a great day to burn brush and return the ashes to the earth. Or get some worm castings for her soil.
* Start a compost.
* Plant or prepare to plant your own organic non-GMO vegetable garden. The bees are dying off from pesticides. Plant only organic decorative flowers, and many of your decorative flowers will be edible.
* Hug a tree.
* Take a nap outside.
* Climb a tree with friends.
* Ride your bike or walk today.
* Keep the lights off until nightfall.
* Take a hike or go to the beach and bring a bag to pick up trash as you find it.

Lobsterating Your Meal...

Floating tanks sound absolutely delightful!

Poetry, Art and Jane Austen in GLBT-Friendly SF

My iambic pentameter sonnet "My Friend the Oak" has been accepted for a show at the Wickford Art Association Gallery on August 9th. It's one of those shows where the artwork is inspired by poetry. Yay!

In light of recent personal and collective events of a catastrophic and/or mind-boggling nature, including three paranormal hauntings, it seemed high time to in the words of an old friend to 'get jiggy with it' and reply to a resplendent advertisement seeking a partial owner of a sex toy store in Ptown. Nothing like the hauntings of three suiciders in twenty-four hours to put a spring in your step. Tiny Tim, they'll be plenty of edible underwear in everyone's stockings this year! No better time like the apocalypse for integrating some of that 50-shades-of-gray-chic infused with a touch of dungeon-inspired counter-cultural punk from my youth. What better way to express my inner... priestess? And as my husband who plunked me the anonymized email so aptly surmised it's "a great way to meet attractive gay guys". Somehow, I think the upwardly mobile hipsters of the Summerlands of Ptown can use readings with a candid medium and arts advocate when they are done perusing the galleries. I've sometimes pictured myself in old age, as a grand dame of mediumship, looking like Katharine Hepburn in Suddenly Last Summer, as she descends in her elevator, seated on her wicker throne. Owning such a shop would be a delightful excuse for further research into the depths of human sexuality, from a metaphysical perspective. Wait darling, I'm getting some relationship advice for you from your deceased aunt, bring those nipple clamps to the register and come with me. Naomi Wolfe's investigation of the Vagina should inspire all women to get right down to the real nitty gritty.

I believe my mention of "healthy sexuality" in my brief email may have landed me in the Doreen Virtue angel club file for life. Healthy doesn't mean lacking in kink, to me it just means consensual sex between two adults. If Shakespeare were alive today he might be a cross between the late Timothy Leary and Hunter S. Thompson, and have made his money as international playboy Tycoon, owning his own line of environmentally-friendly, TSA-tamper resistant, silicone-based, Cosplay-inspired sex toys that cater to international business men. If Jane Austen were alive today, she might wear leather chaps, sport a tongue barbell and own SF GLBT-friendly Good Vibrations. Oh yeah, she totally would. Totally. The premier magazine "Goforthauger Abbey" might sell out despite its terrible name, and get reprinted in two hundred languages.

Body Consciousness

"What is meditation? Becoming one with the soul. It means banishing the consciousness of being related to the body and to human limitations, and trying to remember that one is a soul. Meditation brings proof of the existence of God." Paramahansa Yogananda

I love Yogananda just as much as the next blonde Los Angeles-born theosophist, but why on earth would anyone want to banish the consciousness of the body? Even people in pain benefit from surrendering to a conscious awareness of their body, in order to heal. In the same way, increasing blood flow to an arthritic join improves mobility and ultimately reduces pain, bringing energy and awareness begets healing. Even if the process is long and arduous, as is the case with many auto-immune or degenerative diseases. But I digress.

One thing underscored by the process of giving birth, is that there is a divine consciousness that imbues everything in the physical plain of existence. Anyone who has every made love knows that the physical plain has deep riches buried within its cavernous chasms. The topography of the planet should be proof enough of the texture and depth of the earthly dimension. It reflects the spectrum of consciousness found within the physical plain from plunging deep into the ocean, to scaling the highest melting mountains. This terrain reflects our own bodies. I felt a deeper level of being in my body during birth than any wonderful love making had revealed. Lovemaking can transport us like a time machine, giving us glimpses of our other lives. It can send us out of our bodies, tumbling in outer space like mating dragonflies. It can even give us a glimpse into our animal nature. The experience of taking mushrooms comes close to my experience of natural birth, in that you can feel like part of the earth and at one with universe, tapping into the consciousness of collective wholeness.

Yogananda, dude, after opening up like the Grand Canyon and seeing that the Earth Mother and I are one and the same, why would I want to banish being related to the body? I was Pachamama. I was Gaia, opening the gateway to the otherworlds. I was a portal and my purpose was to be the bridge, be the vessel to bring life from one dimension to another. The earth vibrates at a higher consciousness always. Yogananda advocates being in the mind and controlling it. I would think there is no need to control the mind, but to loose sight of it, allowing the spirit to be in alignment with the earth plain and God consciousness simultaneously.

I agree that meditation brings proof of the existence of God. So too does making love, nursing a baby, being in nature and smiling, listening to birds chirping in a light drizzle, and taking a hot shower. Agreed that human limitations need to be banished from the mind to reach a deeper consciousness...

Wise Words and the Timelessness of Spirit

Tonight, a girl I went to high school with visited me in spirit. I could hear her voice like it was yesterday. She is still spunky and a self-proclaimed "wise ass". She told me that she watches out for a mutual friend of ours. Her attitude was, "of course, he and I are buds". I'm learning more and more just how many helping hands we have in the spirit realm. I think we're supposed to be evolving, to be more cognizant of our timeless nature. She's "all right and still in one piece". She's certainly an unlikely angel. I get the sense that's she's been working hard as a guardian. She said something interesting, that more and more folks are being employed as guardians to help communicate, educate, and guide our evolution. There are more helpers for those who cross over, and there are more helpers on this planet in our daily lives. It seems like the ancestors and dearly departed are being put to task, to help bring about positive changes on earth. Love? Togetherness? Peace?

It's impossible to use the intuition in a discerning manner, when the fearful part of the brain is in full operation and control of the senses. The fight or flight mechanism, should not be confused with understanding and the processing of the higher mind. Gut reactions are not the same thing as intuition which comes from the heart and the 'third eye'.