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?


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! 


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.