Eternal Dancer

I do not understand

your unfathomable way

Master Mistress, how you weave my fate

eyes veiled I go

where no one else will dare

Eternal Dancer, you enchant me in your wake

I go where you do lead, as you reside in my heart

you rise and fall, live and die within me,

and I within you

the form and unformed, the realized and unrealized.


I love you in every costume you wear,

I love your every rendition

you nourish me – wherever I go

you hold me in the strength of your arms,

and when I go blind, I turn to you.

I am not afraid,

for you are with me at every cross.



Candid Thoughts on Being a Medium



It took me a while to accept that I was a medium.  I had a stereotypical picture in my mind of what being a medium was.  I didn’t hear the voices of the dead when I was in a grocery store, or speak to anyone’s deceased grandma and grandpa.

We have all mediumship abilities.  We all have psychic abilities.  I believe that the true state of humanity is one of subtle and energetic awareness.  Everyone is capable of opening and connecting with these pathways.  For some of us, it takes more work.  Many go through some sort of spiritual awakening process.  But everyone carries the seed.  The potential is inside each of us, like a plant just waiting for soil and sun.

Mediums are often thought of communicating with the dead, and that can certainly be an aspect of it.  For me, mediumship means I receive communication from aspects of consciousness that aren’t visible to the human eye.  It could be the recently deceased, but it could also be from other dimensions, life forms in other time spaces, future you’s, future me’s, higher selves, spirit guides, other beings or the universe itself.

Perhaps a more appropriate word is a channel, or a bridge between the physical world and the unseen.

Of course, it is an illusion that such a bridge is needed.  In reality, we are all already one.  But I recognize the need for some terminologies in an illusion of separation.  We are playing a game of consciousness and perception with one another.

Often times, when I am speaking with other people, I receive information about them beyond what I’d be able to gauge with only the five senses.  I am able to see, or I am shown, the energies around them and their situations.  I get intuitive, “gut” feelings, about what might help them, or how to clear what’s blocking them.  I am also sensitive to energetic shifts in the collective.  During major times of transition, I can pick up what’s happening in the universe at large.  I often receive visions, or intuitive knowings, about the changes coming about for the collective.  Sometimes, these transitions can be quite dense, other times, they are exciting and refreshing.  Other times, I get uncanny sensations, difficult to “put a finger on” that we’ve made a major timeline shift, or shift in perspective.

At times, this awareness can be overwhelming.  There are many people with psychic abilities who attempt to numb out, or ground themselves, with addictions and substances.  I’ve had to learn to take care of myself.  This is one of the bittersweet aspects of being sensitive to energy.  If I don’t take time for self care, I can easily get pulled down by other’s peoples energies, difficulties, and constructs.  I am often most comfortable on my own, though I certainly have an extroverted side, too.  I am still learning how to make good boundaries, maintain a healthy regimen, and keep myself in a strong, stable vibration.  I believe that what a medium, or a sensitive, perceives, is connected with their own state of consciousness.  When I am vibrating high (feeling happy, healthy, secure, and one with the universe) I am more apt to see the strength, resilience, and utter miracle in every human I meet.  I find I am able to act as a clear conduit, and energies pass right through me.  But if I am going through something, shifting, releasing, having a dark night of the soul (which is part of the healing, or ascension process), what I see reflected back to me is much denser.  People’s stuff can “stick” onto me, and if I’m not doing well, this entanglement can last several days.  I try not think of this as either a “negative” or “positive” thing, though I’ve certainly had my struggles with it.  It simply is, and I’ve done my best to respect, love, and honor it.

When I meditate, I regularly encounter beings, energies, and intelligent consciousnesses from the subtle realms and higher dimensions.  Sometimes, they come so clear to me it’s like watching HDTV.  Recently, I had a vision of Krishna that was like seeing him in front of me.  He had beautiful, sparking skin and a radiant, joyous smile.  Other times, the visions are less clear.  They can come to me in black and white, or almost as if they are over a cloudy signal.  I also receive information that’s typically thought of as originating in the Akashic Record, or the theoretical “library of the universe”.  I am able to connect with past lives, or you might say “past” and “future” selves (I put these terms in parenthesis because past and future do not really exist.  Everything is happening concurrently in a now moment).  If I meditate on a person, I am able to see their past incarnations as well, which typically is relevant to their healing process.

I can be influenced by other people’s thoughts, patterns, and perceptions, sometimes without my awareness.  I’ve gotten better at being able to tell whether it’s truly me, or the person at the other end of the cord.  You see, when two people form a relationship, they form energetic cords with each other, and when you are sensitive, you can feel the other person “tugging the cord”.  For example, you may have an ex partner thinking about reaching out to you and rekindling a relationship.  You may not have any knowledge of this in the physical, but you start to think of them too, and may even start to think of reaching out to them as a consequence of their own thought-processes.

Trippy, huh?

I think that the universe is trippy, but really, it’s not just “mediums” or “sensitives” or “empaths” that are affected by these energies.  I’ve met and encountered some mediums and psychics that think they’re better than other people just because they have these abilities.  Realistically, everyone is affected by energy, and everyone is tapped into it.  Whether we know it or not, we are all bound in the vast internet of information that creates and sustains the universe.  I used to think I was crazy.  Hell, sometimes I still think I’m crazy.  But I want people to know that life is far more than the physical.  Our minds have the incredible, and seemingly inexplicable, ability to exist across multiple layers of creation and perception.






My Heart Will Shine the Way

My heart is my compass, and it will guide me wherever I go.  It is my tool from the Universe, my steady way.  It knows where I must go, and what I must do.

My heart is my truest voice.

My eyes may be blinded by illusion.  My ears may be overcome with sound.  My thoughts may be filled with delusion and dismay.  Worry, anxiety, thoughts of the past and future – can all taint the thoughts of my mind.  But my heart is pure, and light, and filled with knowledge from the highest realms.  It is my heart that remembers, my heart that can shine the way.

The heart can never be tainted.  It is my compass in the realms of light and shadow.   The world may be filled with storms but I will not loose my way.  It is my comfort, it is my rod, my staff.  It cannot be corrupted, no matter how far I fall.

My heart is the voice of my soul.  It is my true vision.  It is that wisdom that lies at the center of my being, my instinctual knowing.  I attune to it.  My body is infused with it.  When I listen, I find my heart is loud.

My body, too, contains the wisdom of my heart.  My body is filled with senses far more than I know.  My body is magical.  Before I was born, I put codes of knowledge into this body.  I asked it to be my guide.  My body is my vehicle of light, of transformation.

I listen – to the sensations, the words, the knowledge of my body.  I trust, that I gave my body everything I would need.  For this life is a journey, and I did not come here blindly.  My vehicle is perfect, perfect for the experience I wish to have.  I love, and honor, this sacred craft.

I am an adventurer, a precious volunteer.  I rose my hand to have this experience.  And I remember – just how many souls, how many beings, wished to come here.  I am fortunate, for I am witnessing the birth of a new paradigm.

I will light up my way as best I can.  I will touch every soul along my path to their greatest potential.  I will love – knowing that as quickly as I came, one day I will go.

Until then, this life will be my greatest adventure.



The Sound of the Universe

The Universe speaks – it whispers, in the changing of the leaves.  It sings in the songs of birds, the lifting of the wind.  When we listen, we find the entire world joined in a melodic dance, an orchestral suite.

I hear it in the silence, in the simple being of things.  The quiet presence of matter and element.  I dance to it – in a crowd of people, on a Saturday night, to music pulsing with thrill and adventure and danger, the swaying of bodies, the unifying joy, like the soaring and sweeping of strings.

This energy lives in the wild places, and in the common ones.  I have heard prophecies in intuition and song.  I have witnessed the presence of the Universe in numbers and synchronicity.  When I watch, when I listen, I sense the presence of something more than all around me.  I find that I am never alone, for I am just one part of a great commotion, a grand structure, a multifaceted beating heart.

The Universe speaks, every day, and every moment.  It writes poetry on faces and basks in delight.  It is there, even in the darkest hours, and perhaps then, it bears a different mask.  But when I look with love, I see that even its darkest mask is wondrous, artful, and dear.

I welcome – the sound of the universe, the holy vibration.  I AM the communion with All That Is.  I live within the belly of my own God presence – the ever expanding dance, of sight and sound, of rhythm and ecstasy.

I can never be parted from my greatest Beloved – the Godself, the Eternal Self.  And as the Universe sings to me, I sing its praises, too.  Glory – to the infinite, to the eternal, to the Presence, that pervades across the many doors of consciousness.



I AM is your universal declaration.  It is your claim of being here and now.  It is the statement of sovereignty and freedom, within and without, a bold proclamation of consciousness:

I AM the eternal moment.  I am radiant bliss.  I am the sun and moon, the stars and the sky.  I am mountain, sea, and forest, wind, water, air and fire.  I am magic, Magician and Alchemist.  I am the child.  I am the elder.  I am the Fool and the Sage.

I am a spark of the infinite consciousness, and whatever I WILL, I create.

I AM the universe, the beginning and end, the alpha and omega.  I am the captain, the ship and the sea.   I am endless.  I am all possibility.  I am far more vast than what can be seen.  I am multidimensional.  My consciousness dances across immeasurable realities.

I AM whole.  I am incarnate.  I chose to love this imperfect life – in all its swings, its swirls, and in all its wonderful madness.

I AM a multitude.  I am truth, and I am lies.  I am the light and darkness.  I am dreams and fears.  I am separation, and I am unity.  There is nothing outside of me.  ALL IS ONE.  Nothing can break me or destroy me.  I am made of many colors, shades, and layers.  I AM prime creator, the Great Artist, intricate and majestic.

I did not incarnate to suffer, but rather to experience, the glory of ALL THAT I AM.