High Priestess. Alchemist. Catalyst. I almost wish I chose these titles and decided that this was the life I’m going to carry out. I suppose in a way, I did. My creative, rebellious spiritual journey is either taken as inspiring or daunting
Whoooo Are You?
”Someone’s a greedy thief and a liar!” I practically yelled this matter-of- factly as I laid out the tarot cards in front of me on the bed. I swear this woman, my brother in law’s ex, looked like she was about to burst from holding in her truth. I felt like something was off as soon as I walked in the door. We were supposed to go to a concert tonight and Johnny never gets sick. Marissa was quiet, more quiet than usual. I took note of all of this but didn’t mention a thing. As soon as I seen Johnny laid up in his bed, I went right to him and started healing. I was confused because the illness should have been leaving from places like his sinuses and chest where congestion typically dwells. Most of the healing was being done on his head. The longer I stayed healing certain areas of his head, the sweatier he got. He fell asleep as I moved my hands all over taking out whatever it was that was ailing him. I noticed the look on Marissa’s face whenever she glanced at me while I was working. It was like she was terrified. After finishing up, Johnny woke up feeling better and ready to walk to the store. Something didn’t seem right to me. “Do you think this sickness thing is foul play?” We were walking our usual quick pace and reflecting on the night so far. “I was wondering that too because I NEVER get sick.” Johnny stays strong usually and if he can’t, he calls his cousin and I because we’re healers, medicine women. It works both ways as I stop by whenever I’m in a crisis or need to be protected. I became deep in thought about my recent issue, which is a coven that has been hell bent on messing with my life and my abundance. There is a main male that is obsessed and potentially dangerous and then there’s Adrien.
Follow the White Rabbit
The reflection in the mirror couldn’t be real. There was no way. Yet the golden smoke filtering from the top of my head continued to flow out and to the side of my body. It seemed like dust settling into the shape of a man. I felt my eyes bulge bigger and bigger as the smoke settled more and more. This man was from ancient times. I could see the dust settling on the face of a stern looking indigenous leader staring right at me! I gasped in disbelief immediately turning to look at the ancient being next to me but of course he was gone quicker than he had appeared.