a favorite human

Sadhguru is a current favorite human of mine. Someone put this video together to him expressing his ideas around yoga or, really, what he calls Inner Engineering. His idea is that yoga is about aligning the human experience with the universal experience. This flies in the face of the way most Americans understand and practice yoga, because we have objectified the human experience. He is an Indian expressing more truth about yoga than many of us understand or practice. I appreciate him.

broken collective (imagination)

imagine a world where food grows abundantly

(you live in that world)

where there is enough food for everyone

(until we cut down all the trees, turn fields to grass, pollute soil and water)

where everyone has a home

(unless greedy folks decree that the earth does not freely belong to us all)

where everyone is free to live where they want


imagine a world where all children are safe

(because perversion is not considered an acceptable form of entertainment)

where all women are safe


where all men are safe

(and they are not expected to be perverse)

imagine a world without blatant and willful violence

(because they are not expected to be perverse)

where success is not defined by how much like an oppressor you’re willing to become

(because you are not expected to be perverse)

the only difference between that world


this world

is us.

there is no


in real life.

St. Germain says

But until such time as the mass consciousness is ruled by the light of the sun instead of being ruled by the night, the moon will reflect the astral effluvia of the planet. Thus men will continue to be the victims of their own horrendous miscreations, and that to an even greater degree during the cycle of the full moon.

sunglasses were once called sun blockers

I don’t want to bond with you over
abuse stories
and still
I’d like to be able to share
our stories
without allowing
our stories
to define us.
I don’t want to bond with you over
the fucked up things someone
did to you
said to you
forced you to do
and still
I’d like you to feel
sharing your stories with me.
At the end of the day
you are
those stories.
The story of
who you are
is not
within the confines of
what has happened
to you.
That is just a
You can take lenses off.
You can take lenses off.
When you look at me
and I share
my stories,
I will look at you,
and then,
if you’re up for it,
let’s take our lenses off
That’s the power of


if you hold on to definitions that harm you

(even when you tell yourself they don’t)

if you believe more in bad than good

(or worse, believe that bad can be good)

if you are forever searching outside yourself

for love

for meaning

for stabliity

for spirit

if you are too dependent upon yourself

for love

for meaning

for stability

for spirit

how will you ever be free?


I live a life that exists between two worlds. The world we all perceive together and the world many of us don’t seem to perceive at all.

I am guided and loved upon by SO MANY entities that it’s a lot easier to come back to center these days. I see how they’ve always been with me, always watched over me, and I assume it’s the same for all of us. But maybe it’s not.

I don’t consider myself any more “tapped in” than anyone else could choose to be, but I am also aware that we all have our paths to walk. For some of us, maybe all the “unseen” isn’t as necessary for where we’re going and what we’re here to do. I don’t know.

What I *do* know is that I feel restless. I feel ready to leave this place. I want to say I hate it here, but that’s not entirely accurate. It’s more accurate to say that this is the first place I’ve lived and known and literally felt the effects of how pervasive evil is and how intentional evil is and how dense and palpable evil is. Not my first taste of evil, but definitely my first immersion experience in evil.

I just don’t like it here. I don’t feel comfortable. I don’t like feeling all this icky energy consistently. I don’t like constantly having to be on my toes, energetically speaking.

This morning, as I lay in bed pondering my ability to leave this penal colony (that’s how I think of the place I live), I looked to my ancestors. They are always in my mind’s eye. I can see them as clearly as I could see you if you were standing in front of me. And, I was greeted with a wolf snarling and snapping in my mind’s face.

Yay. The ancestors aren’t happy with me leaving.

Instead of looking away, again, I just kept watching. I’d never noticed a wolf amongst the spiritual entourage that accompanies me everywhere in life. I come from the Bear Clan, the oldest clan among the Cherokee. (It was basically disbanded and renamed during relocation and concentrated assimilation times.) I come from the Turtle Clan (still not sure which people this is, except it’s either Cherokee or Comanche). Most of the ancestors that walk with me daily look Indigenous to North America. This is likely why I’ve always felt more Cherokee than African.

Once he stopped snapping at me in anger, he became a person in a wolf’s coat. We looked at one another. I felt the medicine, the message.

“You are safe here.”

This is what my ancestors keep telling me. They called me here. Why? I’m still unsure. But they always want me to know I’m safe.

That’s good, b/c this place doesn’t *feel* safe. Wado! Asante sana! Reminders are always welcome.

“You are safe here.”

I confirm. Everyone nods. Everyone smiles. I am safe. This place is not a safe place, but I am safe. So maybe this place actually *is* a safe place.

Wolf medicine comes to me in waves. Between Wolf and Bear, I am constantly fed in my spirit. We all are truly living in our spirits, but so many of us have forgotten.

The old ways are not lost, they are laid down. Pick them up. Regain your right sight. Regain your wisdom.

You are safe.