Get Felt Up…emotional sovereignty dismantles the machine

 

Emotional repression IS white supremacy.

Fear of the roaring release of the Goddess IS patriarchy.

This duality machine would have us believe our feelings aren’t safe. (In fact, FEELING is the safest harbor on Earth).

Anger and grief, the natural responses to the horrors of this machine – genocide, slavery, poverty, digital enslavement, chronic illness and mass-medicating, nuclear war, GMOs and food deserts, capitalism, climate change as huge and destructive weather happenings (emanations of humanity’s violent outrage that impact people of color the most; the result of sustained emotional suppression) are easily quelled by this myth, our sovereign power succumbing to a whirlpool of overwhelmed victimhood.

We keep quiet, numb, and busy in our private, lonely cubicles.

We become so co-dependently fragile, we don’t speak up about rape, murder, and corruption for fear of offending someone and tarnishing our privileged reputation. 

We become the hardened, embittered, lonely, terrified machine.

We are not the machine.

We are the Source. 

Our planet is sobbing, screaming, unraveling.

We are Her. She is We. What’s happening out there happens in Here.

All this (personal political planetary) pain is a beacon for Love. 

A persistent, progressive beacon for Love. (And real love is action.)

And until there’s Love, there’s…

WE are the solutions. (Being the solution, intuiting the solution, means noting without enacting the solution.)

WE are the miraculous embodiment of LOVE.

WE are responsible for this moment, this climate, this planet, this hate, this pain, our pain.

WE are the ones who need to act, in LOVE, NOW.

Until we walk through the gates of our own feelings, so often guarded by pain, we show up defended.

All defense creates all offense…

…creates pain creates giant blame showdowns led by bloated Beings desperate for Love without the faith in their natural ability to Be, Give, and Receive that Love. Beings yet unaware of their sovereignty, mudslinging across perceived sides (all of us do this), avoiding the inevitable spiritual work of unraveling into the Holy Mother’s arms to discover

We Are Her.

With simple presence and breath, we approach our tender places, FEEL our feelings, ourselves, our cells, our potential, our Divinity.

We are new, we are young, we are felt up. We are reSourced. We are reSource.

We are ready…

…to approach the phenomenon of pain, (dressed as hate, denial, and fear), crippling humanity now, with the phenomenon of our own Immaculate Heart, capable of miraculous solutions, capable to stand face to face with the face of Hate without Hating, to get out and serve as Love in action.

Feeling is not a decision.

Feeling is an embodied event hosted by your breath that automatically shifts your frequency to the divine resonance of your Soul. Your genius. Your reason for being Here Now.

FEELING is how you BeCome your purpose.

FEELING is how you become the courage to put your Life on the line that others may live too.

And that’s what this world needs.

We need you. We need Us.

Our prayer is that ALL BEINGS wake up to their place in the totality of Life, NOW, and ask for the help and support to look within, to take radical actions of empowered presence to FEEL their FEELINGs, at their belly and heart, in the light of their own holy breath.

Our prayer is that we cry, hard and beautiful, that we scream in our car and into pillows, that we shake our own body until She sweats and quivers and no longer feels enticed by the lure of finger pointing, rather ready and energized to get out on the streets and in to our Hearts to BE the Change by BEing full-spectrum, awake and aware, emotionally resourced, sovereign, sane Presence who does not need to spend energy defending herself from false terrors and therefore can help wherever she is needed, as she came here to do.

We are not here to Fight.

We are here to Love.

And it’s Love that requires Courage.

God hear our prayer.

And so it is.

Awoman.

FEELING(s)

 

FEELING is the required landscape to navigate your way to God (LOVE). Ignored, feelings quickly calcify in our tissues and psyche, becoming really, really heavy, making Light Work tough and daily living impossible.
We’ve been conditioned that FEELING is scary and dangerous, but it’s repression that is epidemic and dangerous – the seed of all rage, violence, depression, and terror.
FEELING is the gateway to peace, fulfillment, and divine knowing.
FEELING isn’t in the mind. It doesn’t happen by decision.
FEELING is an embodied event hosted by your breath that automatically shifts your frequency to the divine resonance of your Soul.
FEELING must be at the Heart of all activism. When we show up felt up, we are resourced to approach the most monstrous forms of fear, anger, and grief manifesting as hate and horror with undefended LOVE.
 
And LOVE is the only Power the Universe abides by.
So, let’s get to it, shall we?

FEEL it ALL with BREATH ALCHEMY

If you’re not inraged…

Back in the day, my friend and I got high with two random dudes at her house.

You, know typical Tuesday.

Alone in her bedroom, I really, really wanted to kiss one them. But I didn’t.

I lied, said I had a boyfriend. But he replied the truth.

You don’t want to kiss me because you’re scared of black men.

Before I met my husband IRL, I stalked his Facebook page, pausing ever so slightly at his last name.

Will anyone in my family have a problem if I marry a Jewish man? 

I’ve been attacked – robbed, assaulted, raped, and beaten, several times in my life.

By white men. By white women. By mySelf.

But I’m most tense and alert when I drive through the Latino neighborhood in my city.


This is all mine. I mean, it’s ours, but it’s mine.

Fear. Judgement. Conditioning. Repression. Grief. Rage. Racism. All mine.

But not Me.

The good news is, I’ve got tools to work with what’s mine. I’ve got time, space, money, support, and faith to cope. And I’d better do more than cope, because I’m on the planet for big change. Just like you are.

And so…some unsolicited advice for my white friends. Because, ICYMI, this is our responsibility.


Take care of what’s yours (which takes courage…go watch Matt Kahn’s latest video), embody your Divinity, and then get the fuck out there and help as you continuously clean up your own shit, which we all have.

Use the gifts you have, even if, ESPECIALLY IF you’ve never seen them applied to activism, and politics, (and just because you’ve never seen it, doesn’t mean it hasn’t happened). That’s the whole point. We’re making this up, we’re making this new, we’re making this beautifully, as we go along.

Use your surplus, skills, and experience to encourage those most heavy with hate to let the love in.

Reimagine the conversation, the action, the response, in ways that feel HOLY to you.


Also, try these…

Give money

Plan a training to dismantle racism in your neighborhood.

Read bell hooks.

Quit watching TV shows and movies about white people, by white, for white people.

(Watch THIS instead!)

Womancott the NFL until Colin Kaepernick gets a job.

Give your time to have open hearted, uncomfortable discussions about white supremacy, racism, and the nodules of hate within us all. Lovingly, clearly say something when you encounter racism.

Without blame, without rancor. Without judgement.

Yes, this is possible.

Keep looking within.

Give your time to breathe with YOUR OWN SHIT, which is helping, in part, to create the shit we’re all in.

Use BREATH ALCHEMY, the fastest way I know to unravel the fear and rage we all carry around, upgrade your frequency, allowing easeful embodiment of Unconditional Love.


Today, I am using my problematic (Google Virtuous Victimhood) white, cis-gendered body (east village self-portrait, circa 2008) to attract the attention of anyone who thinks this isn’t up to them or that they’re not up to this, to anyone who thinks that more outrage toward anyone is helpful, necessary, or inevitable, in order to say, this is why we’re here now, and, it’s never OUT there.

If you’re not INRAGED, you’re not paying attention.

If you’re not IN LOVE, try another way.

Street + Sky Walker

Mary Magdalene was never a prostitute. I was though. For a little while, way back in the day. (It wasn’t my jam.)

Still, Magdalene and I have a lot in common.

Of course, we both love Jesus.

We’re both Messengers.

We don’t need saving, healing, or absolution.

We don’t need to explain, earn, prove, or conform. We don’t need permission, approval, or forgiveness.

We both abide in the halls of our Hearts, devoted to Her compass and barometer. And therefore, real or rumored, we don’t need our reputations protected or salvaged to align with culture or custom in order to complete our mission.

We are Holy like You are Holy.

Because We Are.


In the summer of 2016, Pope Francis conceded to Mary Magdalene’s glory, naming her the Apostle of the Apostles and honoring her with a Feast Day.

This is a big, big deal.

After centuries of being mislabeled, misunderstood, and misogynized, Magdalene is recognized as the Messenger she is – the One who declared the resurrection miracle, anchoring Feminine Christ technology on Earth by the power of her word. (Miracles: if you see something, say something.)

The day the Pope made his announcement, Magdalene came to me like thunder:

DO NOT miss this point BeLoved. The point is NOT that we become mainstream, agreeable, acceptable, or appropriate. We do not need approval or permission. We do not need to convince or overthrow. There is no mediator to Creation. 

We simply Create.

We are all holy, no matter what anyone thinks, believes, or says about us.

 We are all holy, no matter what we do. We are all holy no matter what. We are all holy.

We are all Holy.

No, Magdalene wasn’t a prostitute, and yes, it’s groovy that the Pope got the download on the Divine Feminine technology currently uplifting humanity. He’s a messenger too, perhaps the only One some folks can hear right now.

Yes, celebrating Divine Femininity within the popular context of duality may seem like a pragmatic first step. But, who is the Who who decides sex work is right or wrong?

Actually, giving Magdalene a non-whore stamp of approval consecrates her life within oppressive structures of authority, undermining individual sovereignty and missing the power of Divine Feminine Christ Consciousness with its infinitely creative technology to birth NEW paradigms.

This is the technology of life seeded in every moment, every breath, every Being -creating anew from nothing, according to its sacred sovereign heart.

This is freestyle creation – no rules, no hierarchy, no authority, no right or wrong.

Yes, that may feel freaky and hard to imagine.

Yes, that is the gateway to unconditional love.

We are Holy because WE ARE.

Being a prostitute is not a roadblock to Holy.

So, not being a prostitute isn’t a redeeming factor.

Take it from me.


Before I ever channeled Magdalene, I related to her. Fact or fiction, her reputation was an opening for this Street + Sky Walker.  I needed to get in with Magdalene in order to get in with myself and find, for myself, that I am Holy. Always was. In all ways. Just like Magdalene. Just like you.

Today and all days I celebrate Magdalene as the Messenger, the Messiah, and the Master that she is. As my BeLoved Friend and reflection.

I celebrate her as channel of Holy Christ Light in a human body on Earth. A woman dedicated to Spiritual truth in service to humanity, a woman so powerful, her legacy resurrects 2,000 years after her death, despite any and all slandering of her name.

I celebrate us – humanity, this beautiful body of Messengers, billions of Light channels with beating hearts, breathing lungs, and infinite potential to create, to transform, to renew. I celebrate We, our boundless opportunities to love, collaborate, and rise, together, every day.


There are many parts of my story and my self I have felt ashamed of, including this one. Because, well, shouldn’t I? Isn’t shame some sort of first step? Won’t hiding keep me safe?

No.

Programmed shame has kept pages from our history and sections of our soul in the dark too long.

The world I believe in regenerates with love, not shame. The world I create Be Comes by Lightcasting onto all of it. All of it. With more and more love.

So, today, protected by God, and the Angel of my Soul, I share more of my BeLoved self in case you or someone you love, needs an opening, a light into the doorway of the great halls of Unconditional Love at the center of your own Holy Heart.

There is Love. Love is there.

The Lightcast : Go on Get Weird

Toning down your Lightcast for fear of being judged?

Give people some credit!

For every few that are judging you (aka, reflecting places within you that need some lovin’!), there are millions of folks, wandering around, right now, waiting for the exact quality of light only you have.

Turn it up Love; we want to see you shine!

Take a cue and some extra love from the joyful uncensored expression of this Lightcast! 

 

What the _____ is a #Lightcaster?

Broadcast

A little over a year ago, during a time of great transformation in my life, I was meditating. From the depths, I heard,

You are a Lightcaster.

Huh? WTF does that mean?

I know. That’s what I thought too.

Confused but deeply committed to obeying my heart and trusting my intuition, I titled myself Lightcaster on my website and business card and started using #lightcaster on my Instagram feed. I produced video prayers called The Lightcast.

As is usually the case, I learned by doing. The more I welcomed the Lightcaster into my sphere, the more she revealed herself to me. I trusted her, so she trusted me.


Part light worker, part broadcaster, the Lightcaster intuitively embodies the grace of light. 

Fearing no shadow, heartily honoring grief and rage, she dances on the edge, steadily focused on Light.

On her Heart.
On God.
On the Good. 

The Lightcaster commits to unshakeable faith in our Light essence. 

In herself.
In others.
In all circumstance.

She cultivates, harvests, carries, declares, and amplifies Light. 


Like all human beings, I do not cast light like a 24/7 celebratory Care Bear. Human is part of my charm. That’s why I’m here. Sometimes, I am grumpy. Angry. Short-fused. Irritable. Super-duper sensitive. Baffled. Overcome with grief.

Who’s the Lightcaster then?

I am. And if you’re reading this, you are too.

Exploration is the point. As in, go inside. Dive deep. Visit the unknown. Use a good light to take a look around. Welcome the anxiety and hurt. Dance around with your old friends grief and rage. Share it all with us so we know how do it when it’s our turn.

You Lightcaster, are keeper of the flame. Your shadows point you to light.

Lightcast to the bottom of your waves, and out as far as the heart can imagine.

Tune up to the frequency of delight, and lightcast on all of your confusing complexity mystery and nuance. Keep steady by the core of light vibrating under it all.

Lightcast on ALL of it. Lightcast on all the places within and without that have, as of yet, been untouched, unnoticed, unloved, hidden, shamed, forgotten, and ridiculed. Lightcast on all of ALL of it.

Because underneath it all, is simply, more light.

Lightcast all of your treasures out into the world. Go big. Ascend in your spaceship, climb up to the mountaintop, grab your microphone, and radiate. Let us feel your warmth.

We need it.

The Lightcast : Feeling Edgy?

Welcome to the New Age Baby.

New. Brand freakin’ new.

As in, never before seen or heard, unlike anything we’ve ever experienced, fresh and clean, newly born, unfolding to the beat of our hearts.

New paradigms unfurl thanks to continuous leaps of faith.

Questioning all that we’ve agreed Is, meditating on our heart’s desire, exploring the unknown, and going for it – in sometimes big, sometimes subtle, always daring, out-there jumps.

Yes, I hear you Creation.

Yes, I believe anything, even that, is possible.

YES. I will be your agent. I will take the leap.

I will weave this thread of new possibility into the web of our collective consciousness. 

But let’s be real. Birthing new paradigms feels really scary. Who am I to _____!?

Big leaps mean we don’t know if or where or when we’ll land…or if we’ll fly.


I played it safe for years. 

It was fine. Status quo. Do as I should, look nice, be polite, don’t rock the boat. Sure, whatever you think. 

I avoided confrontation. I also felt like a traitor to myself. Like a chump. 
(Hey look! Traitor + Chump = Trump)

But then, at some point, like Thelma, a true blue Big Leaper, ‘something, like, crossed over in me and I can’t go back, I mean I just couldn’t live.’ (Thelma + Louise, 1991)

Not going back to the known outcome – running and jumping (or driving) off that cliff meant naming myself, devoting time, money, and effort to my art, offering my true gifts as a Ligthcaster and Journey Woman instead of trying to jam myself into some pre-fab profession ordained by the experts. 

Not going back means listening. To her. To my heart. To my intuition. It means obeying her and only her. It means sharing my heart without censorship. It means wearing my wings. 

It means the activist life.

As in, heart’s desire, big, wild and free, no-limit dreams activism.  

This is more than fine. It is a continuously expanding dance with the divine. It is life lived. It is homage for all those who went before and encouragement for all those coming behind. It is true love. 


Every day, every moment, asks us to step forward and leap. To surrender. To forgive. To love all the places. To let go. To fly. To create new pathways for our desire’s expression. 

Sometimes, it’s effortless. Sometimes, it’s the only choice we have.

And sometimes, our leap requires us to rely completely on sovereign places inside of ourselves we’ve never met before. Jumping into the dark night air with no idea of what comes next…that is faith. 

What comes next is always, all ways, new. New experience, new life, new love, new expansion, new neural connections, new God connections, new wings, new wisdom, new joy.

New paradigm. 

You’re not alone.

We’ll see you out there, in the big night sky, wings spread wide.