“And the call isn’t out there at all It’s inside me It’s like the tide Always falling and rising” From “I Am Moana (Song of the Ancestors)” Forget the Disney synopsis, this movie is about our current moment and the awakening of Spirit in our lives and society. I know because it calls to me […]Read more "Awakening Spirit"
It was strange to hear from a trusted friend and experienced practitioner of the Ars Magika that the very public place we were holding our full moon ritual felt like an old ceremonial center. As far as I could tell, Downtown West Palm Beach had never been any such thing. Of course, nearly anything is […]Read more "Sitting with Spirit"
I sit at a crossroads of sorts where Clematis Street, in Downtown West Palm Beach, is bifurcated eastward. Cars and people stream by, enjoying themselves in necessary oblivion. Sometimes the fountain behind me is running, creating a blanket of white noise. In the February heat of South Florida, evaporation loads the salty air off the […]Read more "Evenings at the Night Camp"
I have an image of the death of our great potential indelibly burned into my mind. A wasted land holds the broken people of a mighty civilization that spoke across the world in seconds without uttering a word, split the atom to devastating effect and tantalizing promise, and traveled the sky on chariots burning ancient […]Read more "Calling the Keepers"
I know a plethora of wise men and women who could run the world, but instead contend with ennui and the minutiae of life. Some witness the injustice of the world but turn away, busy with riddles that need no immediate answers. As if they were not keenly aware of the way that power flows […]Read more "Taking the Fire"
Read this closely, it’s not what you’re used to hearing: We are not merely spirits in a body. It makes no sense whatsoever to rely entirely on “otherworldly” senses to make sense of the world, or merely spiritual acts like prayer, when our house is burning to the ground. And it is.The only planet we’ve […]Read more "Learning to Shout"
I have become an acolyte for the Spirit of the Everglades, who has also been called Our Lady Florida and Lady of the Land of Many Waters. (The different names perhaps reflect a being of such power, but perhaps also her acolytes’ lack of a proper name, fitting the human naming convention. So, instead, we […]Read more "Taking a Leap"