“We behold what we are, and we are what we behold” In all that I am, all that I m not and all I have yet to be; let me be of service.

May we face our storms courageously. May we feed our fates consciously. May our legacy speak bravely in every decision. May our bliss turn to joy. May we give thanks to time and space. May we move with grace on our unique and unified, divine path home. ☀️ Honor Auset Honor Atum

The evolution of unified masculine love 🔥 Honor to Atum Ra “The first impulse of creation itself” “Atum is the night sun, and from his own shadow he brings out the vivifying fire from the darkness” These flares hold MASSIVE wisdom, particularly for the nervous system. Create space within the body, let the bones speak their needs. Hold space for your physical vessel, just as our sun holds space for all our universal motions. The masculine is shifting, let them. Hold them. This is our dance 🧬☀️ #solarenergy #solarflare

Banish me to the darkness, Ill see best without eyes. To all those who cry for transcendence, enlightenment and peace, go on; Keep vilifying darkness, it’s a very comfortable seat, up on there on that societal high horse. All this preaching about how we are god, how we create, how we make miracles, but now is when we forget? NOW is when ritual is lost? Rise. Stand strong, right now. Stand in this darkness and remember that this is perception. Stand in YOUR darkness, rise into the infinite possibility and shine within the abyss, “light worker” Remember your tools, remember your devotion, and if you can’t remember, if you have no tools, have the courage to reach for help. “Know thy enemy” - I have no enemy. Gratitude to Kali ♾️

A child that is safe is a child that need not judge. A child that knows they are loved, cared for, and embraced unconditionally. The child that knows “mistakes” will be forgiven and that they are free to exist as they are. Yesterday I realized that I wanted to write the stories of our children. To write about all the magic they would find, the lessons they would learn, teach and embody... I was curious to play out these perceptions; maybe learn how to better nurture these little elders wisdom within our society also… but it became so much more than that. Observation isn’t embodiment, perception isn’t understanding and all knowing is temporary… before long this child that I had seen as my non physical biological child had became a part of me. I joke with myself that I never met the expression of my inner child… I dissociated a lot as a kid and never acted “normal” to begin with lol Meeting and melding with this expression was more than I could have ever imagined. She was safety and joy. She’s so incredibly brave, a little snappy lol… but above anything else, kind and so incredibly wise. No matter what comes of this moment, be it a fragment of a reality or something else entirely, I choose to carry her with me from now on. She can lead. 🫂 Blessed Beltane loves.

“You are only given a little spark of madness. Don’t Lose It” - Robin Williams Madness makes the impossible, possible. Madness is the courage to be different. Madness has space to love the unloved things. Integrated madness is brilliance, genius, revolution; art. “We’re all mad here…” - Lewis Carroll

Blessed be Het Hert (Hathor) The unification of opposition Mother of light The eyes of illuminated joy Het Hert stands as The Golden One, the mother of light and usher of joy within all the transitions of both life and death. “With her protection, death was not sorrow but rather joy and illumination. To the soul who’s eye’s became her eyes, they are now eyes of the sun and moon united” The phrase “the ego of death” was what woke me up this morning. This Taurus season, paired with today’s full pink Scorpio moon, reminds me that this is the day of balance. The sister signs of Taurus and Scorpio can either bring overwhelming opposition or profound balance and alchemy. Call upon Hathor, the goddess who moves the light of our cosmic sun (Sirius). Her grace is present today, sink into this divine cosmic light, return to deeper balance with ALL eyes open . 𓂀 👁️ 𓂀

As the sun shifts, so too do the shadows. As more and more collective/societal horror comes to light there will now be new shadows to be embraced. Thank the light for its illumination and revitalization, thank the shadow for its contrast and boundless possibility. Be kind to the body friends. Things are always movin in this collective Janga tower we call life 🌞🪶🌙

I thank St Patrick for his contribution to the reclamation of my own expression. Without his (and others) horrific acts, I would not be here facing my own deepest wounds of expression and trust. The demonization of expression is what brought us to this place in our societal co creative consciousness. We honor a man (and many others) who brought their personal will to an ancient land with no regard for the rituals, traditions or relations of the lands and people’s of those lands. All those in reverence to the ancient ways, still fight for their ancestors voices. We stand for the truths that were silenced… That nobility is an honor to the pain that was endured but I ask, personally, for that to be released from my human perception of reverence. I choose to let this chapter of my ancestors personified pain, finally be laid to rest. We do not need to live and learn through their pain anymore. I still fear that this decision and expression will be judged. That this may anger or trigger or sadden those who read it. You may disagree deeply, and I honor you in that. The relations, my ancestors, myself… we are exhausted. Pain and anger take from the spirit and cultivate disconnection from source (Not unrelated to why everyone drinks today). If you honor your physical ancestors with spirits (alcohol) be sure to infuse the freedom from fear, freedom of expression, and a deep reconnection with source into the soul of the spirit that you are consuming. No shame, just conscious awareness. * I honor my grandmother who left this earth on 3/17. Who, with her EXTRAORDINARY action, used her life and death consciously and paved the way for my father to bring me here. Mary Reirden-Brannick * I honor my grandfather who came to this earth on 3/17. Who acted with such egregious contempt in life and death that he facilitated the rise of the divine feminine power within my grandmother and my entire paternal line. His soul’s selfless embodied expression was demonized by our human understanding (rightfully) and in contrast, ushered in unencumbered bravery within my relational line. John Brannick sr. Blessed be this day. Artist : Eelis Kyttanen

“Visions grow best when nurtured through time” I surrender myself, in this temple, to my sister’s, to wisdom, to connection- heal my body as I return to our sacred home. Align my body with the will of divine connection. The Mary’s, the Oracles, the wise women, the crones, the servant’s of divine will, the steward of the of healing arts. Use my hands, my body, my will- to bring forward the good ways of this world. Help me integrate my truth, our truth… for all to see. Help me be brave and true in my expression. Help me to solidify, to crystallize this field of expression, until it is time to consciously shift once again. May my body be a temple for all ascended sisters, may my body me a portal for all ascended brothers, may my body be a bridge for all planes of consciousness in true timing and divine alignment. I surrender to the ways of this world so that I may cultivate new channels of connection; now and always. 🌹

The bridge of authenticity will always challenge those who find comfort in their masks. To bare all, to walk naked in a world that screams conformity To love someone for who they were- before they had a name. To hold the hand of another brave human as choose to let their masks fall… This is the work of the Mystics, the Medicine Keepers, the Shamans, the Occultists and the Doulas… It is the work that frees us all. #healer #rebelion #gridwork #mystic #magic #shaman #doulas #plantmedicine

“Ritual is activism”- @isis_indriya In a world where the wisdom of the woman has been beaten down and replaced with analytics and fear, it is our right and privilege to raise up this most ancient technology. May the womb once again solidify their place within this new earth. May liberation be achieved and universal guardianship be honored. Blessed be the Oracle. Artist Vellectrum