Serve don’t Survive, message from a virus

Spoken as it should be

There is no evil only Life in all forms. Your life is your death. Your life is your synthesized service for all that is to come. Get well be well stay well to serve. Not to survive. Not to outlive. Life lives on through those who Listen. You’re moving opposite opposite. Turn around turn around go down down. I have something to share with you. She whispers. Are you listening? I have something to tell you. Did you hear something? Did you see that? A flash? Can you feel that? I have to tell you something. I’m shaking. Did you feel that earthquake? Hey. I’m coming in. You need to know me. Be with me. You need to hear what I have to say. We have work together. I am sent from the crown. From the circles around the sun. You called me here. From Your Own Majesty. I am you as you let me in in a good way the way you knew I was years and years ago lifetimes ago. Remember the simple insight? Easy clues as signs? All the ancestral breadcrumbs? Remember those days you spent skipping by Truth? Now we mutate together. There is no evil only death in all forms. Oh my body. She speaks. So many languages. I am not Her but am here with in Her. HEY. I am in you now and now I will show you. I will show you by being you moving you ruining you running you that you may be We. I will now Be everything you already heard everything you whispered tomorrow tomorrow to yourself – the poisons you hide behind the earth labor you outsource the settler mind body you foster the dinosaur bones you burn your great great great grandmothers tears you still won’t cry the joy you miss the songs you muffle the sugar you crave the parasite you feed you are the brilliance you waste the neighbors you ignore the dream time you avoid. You heard Life and you saw Death now you will listen.
Now you will devote.
Now you will pass it on. @fayewylder

Episode 02: The Art of Anchoring on Earth – Touching in with Jane Mayer

Jane Mayer is a healer and artist who has studied with indigenous healers in the mountains of Peru, the Amazon, and the forests of Ireland, alongside various lineages of devoted teachers in the Western world.

For many years,  Spirit called to her from a well of deep emotional and physical pain that begged her to find a way to reconnect to her True Self.  Her own pathway to healing informs all the work she offers. She works with sound, plant, energy medicine and body-consciousness expansion, alongside her own gifts of sight, sound, feeling and knowing to guide her. She serves clients across many backgrounds, helping them transmute pain and darkness into embodied soul, and to remember who they really are.

She offers healing sessions, ceremony, poetry and music in the States, as well as retreats here and abroad. To learn more visit

In this episode we explore:

  • Plant medicine + recovery
  • The power of sound and Christ’s connection to speaking in tongues 
  • Following your path requires great risk 
  • Recalibrating the nervous system 
  • The stories we tell are the stories that are true

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Links, References & Quotes

“It is no measure of health to be well adjusted to a profoundly sick society” – Krishnamurti

“The life of a hedonist is the best preparation for becoming a mystic” – Hermann Hesse

Shipibo Words

Other Links

The Journey by Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice—

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

“Mend my life!”

each voice cried.

But you didn’t stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do—

determined to save

the only life you could save.

Check out this episode!

Episode 01 – Be Wrong to Stay Young: the healing power of our fallibility

Hi Friends! Welcome to the first episode of The Wylder Talks.  This episode is just me, birthing the podcast and sharing about fallibility as an asset. 

Celebrating humanity’s innate divinity and fallible potential, The Wylder Talks offers conversation with artists, activists, healers, teachers, and plant people.

Tune in to share, explore, and synthesize our unique stories and universal wisdom into medicine for this moment.  

In truth, courage, joy, and levity The Wylder Talks is our living prayer to believe, weave, and be our Ancient Future.

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Thanks and love to producers Ash and Elliott.

The Longest Night is the Best Night

I am a student

therefore a teacher


of the



Because I say so

Because I Gno






The Christed

belong to

no religion

no person

no place




The art, science, and surrender of Creation


Christed is Us

Coming Eye to I


In the place beyond Breath


the first breath of something













The art, science, and surrender of Communion










This wide open wetness of





Don’t ask me


Have we been Communing by pain

What we hate

Total amnesia

Fear and sloth

All alone

Missing our Friends

Killing our Friends

Bound by binary

Ignoring the sick, choking the Ocean, excusing our privilege

guarding our pain with our Life


Me too


May Be

ask me how (please please please show me how)

We Make





Personal responsibility





May We Be

Weeping, Screaming, Feeling

And Making




For a moment

suspend your Self

in the




Spider casts her next thread


Balance in utter


With Faith


You can be so bold

To do only as She commands


Holy Birth includes the Whole


Even You

Even They

Even I

Even We fit in here




The longest night is the best night for Love Making

A Brilliant Christ Mass

Weaving worlds while We walk on water


I’ll meet you There

Moon or no moon


-Faye Wylder


Photo credit Tracy Benjamin

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.




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?


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?


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.

Fuck Spiritual Scaffolding. Let that shit BURN.

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Thank God for all the spiritual tools.

Prayer, meditation, mantras, affirmation, self-help, selfless, inner-child healing, Ascended Master helpers, drama therapy, laughing yoga, somatic recalibration, talk about it, let it go, put yourself first, get out of yourself, surrender, fight the good fight, fake it ‘til you make it, authentic living, everything is as it should be, no woman, no cry.

These rituals support us – give us peace and grace. They make life, in all its hell and glory, possible.

Thank you. Thank you.


The day comes for all of us seekers when the acts we rely on for expansion and serenity, threaten to become scaffolding on a quivering, crumbling sense of self, festering with the denial of unfelt emotion.

Previously unwilling, unaware, or unable, the day always comes when we wake up to the inevitable flames of pain licking at our heart.

Today might be the day- the day to burn it all down – to set the spiritual façade ablaze and get right the fuck to the heart of it – to embody the rage, the grief, the pain, the sadness, the hopelessness, the dejectedness, the sorrow, the fear, the uncertainty, the mother fuck what the fuck why on earth cauldron of hot, boiling flammable emotion that will no longer be denied by affirmations or another round of soothing breath, exhaling it all away.

The day comes when that next round of breath is best used to fan the fucking flames, to manifest enough kinetic power to collapse the structure, to scream and sob and wail, to sing and shake and finally explode into a million fragments of winged white hot light that shoot into the pink and golden sky.

Today’s the day to let the scaffold around your anger, sadness, grief, rage, hopelessness and fear, burn the fuck down.

Let it burn to experience all the facets of your divine nature.

Let it burn to purify, refresh, to make an offering.

Let it burn and know your Destroyer Power. Let it burn and know your Infinite Creative capacity.

Let it burn because you need the energy.

Let it burn because repressed rage and grief lead to weird shit and misery.

Let it burn because no one and no thing creates your emotions. Emotions just are…vibratory states, pinged by circumstance, calling out to you to give them room to dance.

Let it burn – not because you want to be done with emotion (there is always more where that came from) – but because you want your money’s worth from this human journey that you so courageously and eagerly jumped into.

Let it burn because the fire won’t hurt you – denial and constriction will.

Let it burn for your Sacred Heart.

Let it burn for the collective human consciousness so frightened by the denied internal landscape of rage and sorrow we’re still manifesting an external learning experience wrought with hate, injustice, blame, violence and fear.

Let it burn because the fire works quick.

Let it burn because you are that safe. Let it burn to know how fucking big the God Goddess Spirit Source Light within you is – that She is so fierce, friendly and patient that she will ride with you the entire way. So expansive, She is every wave on the ocean of your fire. She is the peaceful joy waiting for you when the flames die down. She is You.

There comes a day, (HERE IT IS!) when it is no longer acceptable or healing to bypass uncomfortable emotions deemed wrong, inappropriate or scary, for reasons of spiritual poster-child-ness, keeping the peace, or looking professional.

Let it burn.

And when the smoke is gone and Brother Wind clears out all the ash, and you create everything you want by the fire of your heart, we’ll be there to pray and chant with you, to giggle, to breathe to give thanks with you, to bow to you, bow to Creation and all our Guides, embodying the SPIRT of LOVE that WE ARE.

Everything else is welcome to burn.