Would the story of the resurrection exists in the Christian churches of today if the Women had fled with the men? What if She weren’t there to receive Him? If She had not anointed and anchored with him this holy death rite?

oh, Women of Christed Hearts, and powerful wombs…

Amidst the waxing light, the bunnies hop swiftly across the path, as the owl and the coyotes chase- one final dash at dawn. Some will spring forth into the new season and some will indeed be eaten by the creatures of the night.

Let us work the distinct levels of prana, weave the energies that connect the soul to the body and know the yoga of Jesus- Behold the Kingdom of God is within You.

Let us claim our sacred NO to the spineless acquiesence to the delusions of modern culture and the harmful divisiveness taking root across the globe. We are all born of the same elements found in the dust on the ground and in the stars that guide us at night.

Celebrating the Whitsun Mysteries - Christed flowering of human soul in the Garden of Eden.

The loss of a Constant Companion and the gifts of the void

The Rooted rise together in these times. There is a unique path of discovery unfolding for you now as you rebirth yourself as an Ancestor, Birther of the Future, weaver of your uniquely matrixed lineages into your Truth frequency. Rise as a Sage and Sovereign impacting the culture now; pouring your gifts and blessings out in service, with impacts forever into the future.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.