Tuesday, March 3, 2015

The Priest Path: What is this need to speak of dreams?

 My friends and companions of a scientific bent mock the religiously minded as simple fools too caught up in their own emotional connection to tradition to see the logical truth as laid and caught by carefully constructed experimental designs.

Those who live within a realm of story told and synchronicity found sneer at the failure of those traps to catch their understanding. 

I am pulled to find a connection between the waking world and the worlds that resonate and move in dreams and visions.  It is one of the currents of my life, this no-man’s land between science and an unreal reality that lives with me daily. 



A while ago a friend quoted Carlos Castaneda to me speaking of how to do magic.  She said that magic was to leap from a cliff, knowing that if you did not transform you would plummet to your death.  In that moment I knew exactly what she was talking about.  Sometimes in life there are moments when all the reason and logic in the world cannot bridge the gap between one viewpoint and another. This dead man’s words resonated with us and helped us have a moment of connection about things that are often difficult to talk about. 

Later I came across an article detailing the sordid truth of Carlos Castaneda’s life.  How his work was published as non-fiction when it was a story compiled from ideas around the world.  How he claimed that Don Juan had been taught about peyote by an old Yaqui Indian when, in fact, the Yaqui don’t use peyote.   How in his later years he built a compound where he had young women living with him, claiming he was celibate while he slept with them, and how, upon his death, a number of them disappeared. Later evidence surfaced that at least one of them committed suicide. In the world of logic and evidence he seems more like a dangerous cult leader and less like an inspiration to leap into the sky.

It’s ironic that a moment of synchronicity reinforced my need for logic in my spiritual life.  You see, I have been grappling with ideas of spiritual leadership and what my role as clergy means.  I have begun teaching classes on spirit work and meditation for money.  There is a part of me that fears that leadership.  Will I end up someday as a feminine footnote to some masculine spiritual leader as Castaneda’s Witches did?  Or even worse, will I eventually become corrupted, fodder for stories told after my death? 

I have been participating in an ongoing debate about retired clergy as a part of my duties as clergy. It’s one of the things I do that isn’t often seen or known about by most people.  I argued:

“I believe we are again coming up against the challenge of discovering what exactly a priest does within an ADF framework.  If we look at it from a more traditional ecumenical perspective, a priest who was retired being the sole leader of a Christian church doesn't really make sense. There are certain expectations.  However we come from a different tradition, and while we are one of the most "churchy" of the pagan branches, our line comes from initiate traditions where every member is a priest.  Our membership is highly iconoclastic and self-directed.  In my experience the priesthood serves more as a guide or mentor for others spiritual development than a direct go-between for the laity and the spiritual.”

The priesthood in ancient times was comprised of both the spiritual and the logical.  The two were not divided in any meaningful way.  Those who worked with language and numbers did so to calculate calendars for ritual use as well as agricultural purposes.  The writers of epic poetry were also the judges and keepers of law.



I see this work I do as an outpouring of my need to re-connect these two realms of thought.  I work towards a rational spirituality and a dream-laden science.  I think the two are closer than most would like to admit.  The answers are there, just waiting to be found.  It’s my job to find them.

I’ve been reading about Mirror Neurons in a book called Mirroring People by Marco Iacoboni.  He’s this Italian guy who was part of a scientific team that discovered there are neurons in the brain that are specifically about imitation.  That basically, when we watch a person do a thing our brain, at a cellular level in our brains, pretends to do it too.  When you watch a movie you really do feel what the hero feels.  When you are in ritual and caught up by the magic, feeling the connection between you and the others there, it’s real baby.  Science proves it.   The funny thing is that those Italian scientists weren’t even looking for such a thing.  In a wonderful story full of synchronicity they all kind of figured it out together, noticing how monkey with brain probes acted.  (Mad scientists for the win!) One of them listened to the static sound of the recording of the raw data and noticed that it sounded weird when the monkey watched them eat.  Now the data from their experiments is affecting marketing research, politics, and policy at the governmental and corporate level. 

The knowledge that we really are connected is that powerful. 

Mystics have been saying this shit for millennia. 

I guess they knew what they were talking about.


I’ve been a lot of things in this life.  I’ve been a lifeguard and a tutor, answered tech  questions, been a baker, a farmer, and even a sandwich maker.  But I am also a priest, someone who walks the path between mystery and logic and attempts to translate esoteric knowledge into applicable, useful information and techniques for my community.  It is a satisfying twist to my personal story to understand my odd connection to both the realms of science and myth as part of my vocation as a priest and mystic.   I walk the liminal line between the two, finding power in the uneasy balance between the two.  As I finish writing this I find myself laughing quietly.  I am a devotee of the Dawn after all.  How could she want any less for me than to be balanced in the in-between?

Friday, February 27, 2015

Finding the Tribe of the Outsiders: Black and White

Years ago I was given a vision.  Sometimes, when I’m in a trance state I go deep to places that are not me.  My inner sight shows me things I do not always understand and I am presented with mysteries that echo through my life.  These are the threads of image and form that bind and separate my ideas, guiding me.  I consider these visions to be gifts from the Gods.  Often they are deceptively simple.


In this case, I saw an image of a white circle.  I felt within me a powerful urge to look at the circle and it stayed in my field of view for an extended moment.  Then it flipped in an instant and became a black circle.  Again the form of a black circle held itself in my mind for a long breath.  I felt within me how important this vision was.  I knew that I must attend to this, that there was a meaning here that far exceeded the simplicity of what I was seeing.

So I watched.

I watched as the circle began to flip again and again.  Back and forth, black and white like a spinning coin in my mind.  With each change it accelerated.   It was both ebony and ivory in that moment and neither of them, too.  The crispness of the black versus the white was important as well.  The message that came to me was that they were separate, and yet the same, never becoming grey in my mind.   I had no idea why this was significant.  I came out of my meditations feeling like I had been given some great gift, except that I had no idea what that gift was.

Fast forward to Yule this year, and I’ve been gifted a book penned by a Sufi teacher of the Naqshbandiyya-Mujaddidiyya Order.  It’s called The Darkening of the Light  by Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee and is a compilation of essays about his visions of the birth and death of a new Earth-soul that is the beginning of an era of non-materialism and unity.   These essays span the time from 2004-2012.   It is, in many ways, a beautiful book.  He writes about the Light overcoming the Darkness and how we must all come together in unity against the Darkness of greed, commercialism, and destruction.   He speaks eloquently against our global need to consume vast resources and waste our children’s future.   Slowly he descends into frustration as he watches the newborn Light of the World weaken, fade, and finally disappear. 



I feel his pain in many ways.  Ecological degradation, species extinction, and dwindling resources should be on everyone’s mind. But like many other spiritual leaders I have met or learned from, he cannot understand why everyone isn’t just WAKING UP!  He wants to know why everyone hasn’t just gotten on that bandwagon, taken up the call, and got busy saving the gosh darn planet!? I think there are a lot of reasons. 

One of them is Darkness.

Darkness is a metaphor.  We see it constantly.  The Dark is selfishness and greed.  It is big corporations trampling the little guy.  It is the man in a suit, the demon, the devil, death.  Darkness = Bad. Every time I read it I cringed.

I know now a part of why my vision was so vastly important to me.  Evil does not equal Darkness.   The same discomfort and unhappiness that I feel when someone says the word Nigger trails after the word Darkness.

Except everyone uses this one.  It’s the Dark side of the Force.  It’s the Dark before Dawn, It’s there in our words, and in the words of the ancients.  The pre-Hindu peoples of the Vedas were obsessed with the light:

Bring us the light
The heavenly light
And all things that make us happy
Make us more perfect
Rgveda 9.9.2

Day after day we come to you
Who enlightens the darkness, O Agni,
Bringing with us our prayerful vision
Rgveda 1.1.7

Where the unfailing light shines,
In which world the sun is placed:
Place me in that immortal world beyond harm, O purifier.
Rgveda 9.113.9

Darkness totally freaked them out.  Again and again we see metaphors for the light as positive and the dark as negative.

But this is a polarizing viewpoint.  It creates a mentality where there are two options and only two.  One of these options is good, and one bad. Again, we see this everywhere.  Republicans and Democrats, war and peace, science and religion, even Coke versus Pepsi. 

But we know this to be incorrect.  There are limitless answers in the universe. People go to war out of love, people are inspired to study the world by religion and frankly I don’t like Coke or Pepsi.  Life is so much more complicated than that. 

The world is so vast and both the Darkness and the Light need room to move and be explored as metaphors for beauty and strength.  As either end of a spectrum of visual understanding they represent both the beginning and the end.  Both are important.  So the next time that someone talks about Darkness as Evil try to think of a different metaphor.  Stretch your mind to reach into new territory.  As pagans we are the ideal tribe to do so.  As ritualists and word smiths working within a young religion we have the room to create new visions. Is this not the job of the Tribe of the Outsiders?

Certainly I am not the first person to say these things, and I hope I will not be the last.  I would charge each person who reads this to find ways to speak of hope and life in metaphors of darkness.  Both the Light and the Dark are essential to the coming days. I felt pity for Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee’s vision of a loss of soul and sacredness of the earth and her people.   But I know in my heart that real change doesn’t come from visions unless vision drives action in this world.  Just like people who cast money spells but don’t fill out job applications, we can choose to live in apathy and fear or we can choose to see our world for what it is and do something about it.  I choose to embrace the Dark.


I will leave you with a poem I wrote some time ago, may it be pleasing to you, dear reader:

In the darkness all things abide. In the light all things collide.
I am one, I am all, I am the sacred nothing.
I turn through the wheel and see to the very edge of all things. 
So far away, so far away.
I am connected to my self by a thin silver line of hope.
So far away, so far away.
I go into the darkness, I go into the light,
I go into the eternal fight
so far away, so far away.
I am tattered feathers lost in flight
I am battle blessed, it is lost and won
I am the many, I am the one.

So far away, so far away.

Monday, February 23, 2015

The Tribe of the Outsiders


 I have spent some time reading about the race issues at the rather infamous Pantheacon. I’ve never been there.  I’ve heard a lot about how important stuff gets discussed there.  How the pagan panels and deep discussions forge the future for paganism.   

On reflecting upon my own experience at Convocation I wondered why I didn’t really feel that kind of energy there.  I wondered if we needed to make a space for “Persons of Color” or POC (which is a phrase I am still getting used to).  Personally, I would find such a thing to be a fine idea if it helped people. 

Apparently people shouted, “Racist!” at the people who were in that suite for pagans of color at Pantheacon.  I can’t really imagine it; the rudeness of it. I tried to imagine that happening at my own home convention of Convocation.  I really did.  All I could imagine was that if someone actually did that, there would be a host of people shushing that foolish individual who obviously must have been drunken past all understanding.  I imagine compassion for this crazy person who called strangers racist.  There would have been support for the people in the suite who had to hear it.   Hugs and reassurance of love for those who needed it would have been available.  Convocation has had a reputation for a lack of focus on “serious paganism” but not for insanity, at least not of that sort.

I wonder if my inability to imagine that sort of racism is because Convocation is hosted in the shadow of Motown, a city known for powerful black leadership.  I wonder if I’m just na├»ve and this sort of thing does happen.

I was in the ballroom on Saturday night when our very own awesome DJ Tommy Toony spoke movingly about the killing of both black and transgendered individuals.   I was shocked and thrilled as he spoke about action and coming together as outsiders to the majority culture.  I was even more thrilled as the crowd of costumed and masked individuals shouted out their approval of his words.  I stood there, listening, as a priestess of the earth: a person who tries to walk in balance. I am the daughter of a transgendered person, the godmother of a person of color.  A friend and ally and member of the growing movement of the Outsiders and I was proud of us in that moment.

This is one of the secrets of our path.  One of the things that unify us is, in fact, that we are not unified.  We stand together in glorious diversity.  A rainbow of skin color, hair texture, Gods worshiped, paths walked, genders both chosen and un-chosen, family found, kept, and made.    We are a tribe and we know our members when we meet them.  Heart to heart we walk to an inner drumbeat that echoes through our veins.

We were sweaty and loud, and in that moment I felt the power of our wild abandon.  We were drunken revelers, shouting our cry to the Gods, balancing both joy and pain on the knife-edge of life.  We are the Tribe of the Outsider.  Our power is that of the trickster and the fool, the sage and the hermit.

In my tradition, at the beginning of every rite we give offerings to the Outsiders.  
The Outsiders are all the gods and spirits who won’t be included in the ritual.  This is a broad category.  This group includes the troublesome spirits that might disturb us, the wild titanic forces of chaos that could destroy us, the strange unknowable spirits that we don’t understand.  But we don’t cut them out.  Rather than building a barrier by casting a circle against them we offer them gifts.  We ask that they enter into relationship with us.  “Here,” we say, “take this thing from us and do not trouble us.”  It works surprisingly well. 

I find it ironic that in the larger world of culture and politics we are the Outsiders even while we give offerings to them in our own rituals to keep the peace with them. The paradox is that each of us is both the outsider and the trusted friend who is welcome at the fire.  It’s all a matter of perspective.

So I hold out my hand to the stranger, I speak my mind with compassion and truth.  I am part of the tribe of Convocation, a unity of diversity.  A polytheist who believes stridently that there is more than one right answer to any question and is proud to be part of the Tribe of the Outsiders.  Won’t you join me?

Friday, February 13, 2015

Earth Mother Kickassery: A Tale of Hannahannas

So I'm going to let you all in on a little secret.  I'm working on a book about the Earth Mother. This is an excerpt. Enjoy!

The Hittites are old: like Bible old.  Their empire was concurrent with the Assyrian Empire.  They were forerunners of the Iron Age during the Bronze Age.  Their chariot tech impressed the Egyptians and they sacked Babylon.   These people were around almost 4,000 years ago.  This means that when we talk about the Hittite Earth Mother we are getting a glimpse of something very, very old.   I can hear you saying that the Greeks are old too, right?  Yes. But they lasted longer.  That means there was more evolution of their goddesses.  One thing that you learn by studying history is that the gods change.  They change because the climate changes, or the people worshiping change, or the people think new thoughts and their gods reflect that.   By learning about the Hittite Earth Mother we get a glimpse into something that is very old and didn’t have time to change.



The Hittite Earth Mother was called Hannahannas.  What we know of her is fragmentary at best, but we do have a story to consider.  The tale goes that the Storm God’s favorite son is missing.  His son is the God of Agriculture, Telepinu, who plows the earth and plants the seed.  According to the ancient glyphs He has had a giant temper tantrum and has wandered off.  This is unfortunate, since he’s the god of growing things and when he wanders off people start getting hungry. 



When this happens the Sun God steps up and offers a feast. He is the ally of the Storm God, who is clearly the boss in these parts. Unsurprisingly, that wonderful spread of plasma and sunlight isn’t very filling and the Storm God complains.  So the Sun God sends out his eagle to search for the prodigal son, Telepinu.  The eagle searches  high and low, spying all with his clever eagle’s eye, but alas, no Telepinu.  The Storm God is clearly miffed at this point and does what he should have done in the first place.  He goes to the Mother of All, Hannahannas.  So the Mother of All agrees to help, and like most mothers probably gives him that look that makes adult children feel totally inept.  At any rate, she sends out her sacred animal, the bee, to search for her grandchild Telepinu.  Of course, the bee finds him.  Then the bee begins to sting his hands and feet and then wipes his eyes and his hands with beeswax. 

After stinging her grandson into submission like an old woman beating a thief with a handbag, she gives her son, the King of Gods, some good advice to pay the bride-price for the  Sea Gods daughter to wed Telepinu, because what is better to settle down a cranky young God of Agriculture than a lovely young Goddess? Grandma knows best. 

Entertainingly, it’s not just the young folk who have been known to wander off in a fit of pique. There is a tale told of Hannahannas' anger as well.  We don’t know what happened to cause her to become enraged, but we do know that she wandered off too. Maybe she got tired of fixing everyone’s problems.  Maybe it just runs in the family. 



While she’s gone sheep and cattle begin to die off and mothers no longer take care of their children.  This time however her anger is banished to the Dark Earth and she returns full of joy.  I’m sure that her children were very grateful for the improvement of her mood. We aren’t told how this banishment of anger was achieved, but another method is to burn brushwood and let the vapors enter her. 

So we know a couple of things from all of this.  We know she is the mother of gods, connected to mothers, sheep, and cattle, and her sacred messenger is the bee, an insect that provides sweet honey and is connected with agriculture.  As I mentioned in the introduction, the bee is connected with Demeter whose priestesses are called the Melissae, or the bees. 

It seems likely that Hannahannas is a reflex or has evolved from the earlier proto-Indo-European cow goddess.  She has been reconstructed through linguistic detective work and appears to be a goddess of plenty and generosity.   *Gwouinda is a created name that linguists think might have been the real name of the prehistorical cow goddess of the pastoralists that became the progenitors of many of the languages we speak today including English, French, Greek and Hindi.  All of these languages have a common root through these crazy horse riding, cow grazing, wagon toting ancient peoples.  So by trying to understand the commonalities between them we understand our own beginnings, and we also find out that kick ass old grandmas have been around for a very, very long time.

Monday, February 2, 2015

The Lion’s Roar: Druidic Meditation Part II

Winston Churchill said this before he began his work as Prime Minister of England during the dark times of World War II:

“I felt as if I were walking with Destiny, and that all my past life had been but a preparation for this hour and for this trial. Eleven years in the political wilderness had freed me from ordinary party antagonisms. My warnings over the last six years had been so numerous, so detailed, and were now so terribly vindicated, that no one could gainsay me. I could not be reproached either for making the war or with want of preparation for it…Therefore, although impatient for the morning, I slept soundly and had no need for cheering dreams. Facts are better than dreams.”

Most of us will never be in such a momentous occupation.   Most of us will live far simpler lives.  If we are lucky, we will be blessed with the classic Celtic trio of Health, Wealth, and Wisdom.  There are times in life, however, when even the dental assistant, office manager, or java programmer needs to ready themselves for a daunting task. And so I give you part two of my Druidic Meditation series.  This is a simple exercise for gearing yourself up for something scary or intimidating.  

Don’t think that just because it’s simple it won’t be effective. I have found that particularly in moments of stress it’s the simplest things that work well. 


Exercise Two: Moving From a Low Energy to a High Energy State

Sit or stand with your feet squarely on the floor.  Roll your shoulders back and make sure you are not hunching them.  Imagine you have a thread attached to the top of your head pulling you upward and let your neck and spine adjust accordingly.  Take note of your breath and your heart rate for a moment, but do not try to change anything, just notice where you are at.  If you are feeling panicky it may be worth it to practice Exercise One first.   Once you are feeling fairly calm focus on making your breath even calmer. Let it be light and easy, maybe even a little shallow.   As you continue to focus on your breath let each breath be a little deeper and stronger.  Again, focus on the out-breath.  The in-breath will take care of itself.  With each exhalation push air out more forcefully and intensely.  You may, if you like, lean a little forward at this point as if you were about to burst into action.  This does not need to be a huge motion to be effective.  As you breathe, think about the thing you are going to accomplish, either on the final outcome, or the first step that you will take to accomplish it.  When you are ready and feel full of energy and excitement allow yourself to move forward with a burst into whatever it is that needs doing.

This can help with folding laundry as well as defending your country or achieving another huge task. I actually did this meditation before I began to write this post.

Certainly it's a simple technique.  You may even think to yourself that it is foolish for me to devote a whole post to such a thing.  But I would ask you, have you tried it? Have you ever had a morning when you felt like the last thing you wanted to do was to get out of bed or a moment when you wondered if you would be able to do a thing?    Simple techniques are effective because when you are in a moment of stress or strain it’s hard to remember to do anything at all, let alone some esoteric pattern for calming the mind.

I would like to close this post with a quote from another great man, Thich Nhat Hanh:


“While washing the dishes one should only be washing the dishes, which means that while washing the dishes one should be completely aware of the fact that one is washing the dishes. At first glance, that might seem a little silly: why put so much stress on a simple thing? But that’s precisely the point.  The fact that I am standing there and washing these bowls is a wondrous reality. I’m being completely myself, following my breath, conscious of my presence, and conscious of my thoughts and actions. There’s no way I can be tossed around mindlessly like a bottle slapped here and there on the waves.”


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Monday, January 26, 2015

Druidic Meditation Techniques (Part 1):

Sometimes inspiration comes from funny places.  I’ve had epiphanies driving in the car and powerful spiritual experiences while folding laundry.  Kids have taught me many lessons.   One of the techniques I’ve learned in attempting to change my state of consciousness is that you have to start where you are rather than where you would like to be.

I first observed this reality when I was a young mother trying to put irritable children to sleep.  I noticed that if I matched my breathing pattern to their breathing pattern I could then slowly adjust their breathing pattern with my own.  The breath that I would create was shallow and quick, barely inflating my lungs.  After a minute of that sort of breathing I would gradually and incrementally slow my breathing watching to make sure theirs was slowing as well. By linking our breathing patterns at a faster rate I found that they would follow my lead and slowly calm their own breathing pattern.  Eventually as they calmed they would drop right off to sleep.  I noticed in my own self that there inevitably came a moment a few minutes before they totally fell asleep where I would feel an intense sleepiness in my own body.  The connection went both ways!

That experience taught me many things.  First, that people can create a powerful connection through matching breath.  Second that creating calmness works much better by first matching intensity.  This second part is incredibly useful for meditative practice.

Many meditative practices focus on ways to still the mind. 
I believe that there is a much broader range of outcomes that can be created.   


Sometimes you need to bring your energy up as well as down.  Calm and peaceful isn’t the right state of mind before an interview for a job.  Enthusiastic and on your toes might be a better option.   For a peaceful evening after a difficult day, you would need a different tool. These are different states of mind. I tend to think of it as energy states, rather like an electron.  Electrons are constantly in motion around the nucleus of an atom.  We never know exactly where one is and they are notoriously hard to pin down. However we do know that they move in specific patterns, and when energy is added to a system they can jump from a pattern that is closer to the nucleus to one that is farther away from the nucleus.  This is called an excitable state. We also have excitable states, of many different sorts, both positive and negative. The joy of a party of friends, or the stress of a hard job can create an excited state. Sometimes the goal needs to be to calm down.


Exercise one:  Moving from a higher energy state to a lower energy state. 

Sit or stand with good posture, both feet placed on the floor shoulders back and imagine a string from the top of your head pulling your spine straight upward through your head. Don’t stick out your butt and let your belly relax.   Then take a deep breath and push out the air with all your force. This is the important part. You really need to shove that air out.  Keep breathing like that for a few repetitions, maybe 5-7 times.  You will most likely find that the out-breath is longer than the in-breath. Slowly push the air out less hard, making the length of the in-breath and the out-breath more equal in length.  Finally breath a few times where the intensity of both the in-breath and the out-breath match and are gentle and calm in manner.

Meditative techniques can create different results for different people and experience is the best teacher.  I suggest noting how you feel and what you are thinking both before and after trying a meditative state.  It’s important to know how the exercise affects you personally.  Generalizations are great, and certainly human brains are all fairly alike.  However we each have our own personal biochemistry and experiences and it’s important to listen to your body’s wisdom as well as the wisdom of the ancients.


Thursday, January 8, 2015

Meditating on Genderqueer and Tools for Healing

Transgender, transsexual, genderqueer, intersex, non-gendered, third gendered, gender-fluid.


Read those words again.  Let yourself feel how you react to them.  Are they comfortable words or words that challenge you?   Each tells a different but related story.  All too often these words tell stories of pain and misunderstanding.  Words have power and these words are powerful indeed.  They have the power to kill, and the power to change a life for the better.

I have known a number of people who had a gender identity that was not either male or female, or that changed their identity in their lives.  One thing I have seen, again and again is that these people are truly expressing who they are in a world that has no place for them.

To identify as genderqueer is to be excluded, silenced, hidden, hated.  It is to be killed in the dark alone.  It is to be unable to find a place to fit at work. Never mind the challenges of attempting to be honest about who one is and how one fits in the world when the honest answer is something that is so unacceptable to the average human.

I am not genderqueer or intersexed, but I have family and friends who are.  One thing they’ve all had in common was pain and hurt from the misunderstanding and cruelty of their fellow man.  Often from their parents and those who should have been closest to them.  I was talking with my Joanna one day and I wanted to share what I had learned in my decades of studying mysticism and spirituality.  I wanted to teach her the skills that I had learned because I saw how badly she needed them.  I have used meditation, trancework, and devotional practices in my own life and shared them with many others.  Even though I am not genderqueer I am a priestess and I can teach those skills to those in need.

Thus was an idea born, to teach the skills of the mystic to those who live in liminality every day.

And so, starting next month I will be teaching a monthly class at the Pagan Pathways Temple.  I hope to create a safe space for all who are exploring a fluid gender, found a new one, or are just interested in meditation and transformation as an ally and a friend.

I will be running a six week course in Meditation and Trancework for Healing focused specifically on the needs of those in transition, who have transitioned or those who have experienced or are interested in gender fluidity.  

We will be focusing on building fundamental techniques that are proven to create calm and healing.  Each lesson will build on the last and will culminate in a healing ritual designed by the participants.

Participants will learn:

Counted breathing techniques
Anchoring emotional states
Multiple styles of grounding and centering techniques including tree of life and energy wheels.
Introduction into trance visioning
Galdoring and vocal entrancement
Astral body work including healing and protection techniques

Those who participate will be given access to recording of all guided meditations,  copies of ritual work and handouts, and access to a class Facebook support group where at home practices can be shared and learning can continue. Please share this with anyone you believe might be interested in this work.


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