Tow Truck. My New Totem.

January 20, 2025

 

Difficult and painful as it is,
we must walk on in the days ahead
with an audacious faith in the future.
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

 

I don’t believe I’ve ever shared my dreams on this blog. But this one seems so appropriate for this day and time. 

Last night I dreamed that a massive luxury yacht got stuck in our very narrow and wooded driveway here at MossTerra. We are a good mile from the water. As the crew tried to get it unstuck, they only succeeded in tipping it over, making matters worse. After several calls, we finally got a truck big enough to remove the yacht. 

My dream ended with many sacred women, some I know and others I don’t, gathering with joy and laughter for intense spiritual ceremony. 

Audacious faith in the future.

As you might well imagine, I’ve never remotely considered a tow truck as a totem. But it seems beyond appropriate for our journey ahead. No. I won’t get the tattoo. But I totally embrace the energy of it. 

With deep gratitude on this day for the blessing of Dr. Martin Luther King. He would be a great tow truck driver. Hmmm. Perhaps that was him behind the wheel.

Beannacht,
Judith

And Wisdom Shall Flow

January 19, 2025

 

So many predictions and so much speculation swirling right now. I choose to ignore most of it as it just stirs angst. But this caught my attention. 

I’ve never paid much attention to Nostradamus. He’s lauded for the many mostly dire and tragic predictions that have come true. While the rest seem to fade into historical obscurity, his legend lives on. Among the quatrains he published in 1555, seven are being attributed to 2025, more from interpretation than his having assigned them to any specific year. But among those seven, which are pretty grim, this one shines a bright hope.

 

 

 

Through the ashes of despair,
A new light shall rise,
The souls of men shall awaken,
And wisdom shall flow like a river.
Nostradamus
1555

 

 

 


And right now, I welcome all the hope we can find. From this century or any century.

Beannacht,
Judith

InPossibility

January 13, 2025

 

The true sign
of intelligence
is not knowledge
but imagination.
Albert Einstein

Why, sometimes
I’ve believed
as many as six
impossible things
before breakfast.
The White Queen

 

When I discovered, in my princess pink bedroom, that I could astral travel, I shared that news with my parents. It didn’t go well. They wrapped my experience in a cloak of fear and I didn’t go flying again. Well, until recently. But I’ll get to that in a bit. 

As I was strongly counseled to be concerned about my cosmic travel, I was also confused. How was I to reconcile this with my books filled with stories of animals talking, inanimate objects coming to life, and worlds filled with magical adventures? And what about Mary Poppins flying around with her umbrella?

While we are exposed to the fantasies of books and movies…and I’ve come to think of those who create those stories as wonderful subversive agents of the mystical and magical…we are also given strong messages about what is possible and what is not possible. And from the not possible, we are told to keep our distance. This cultural conditioning limits our imagination and creativity.


Do not grow old,

no matter how long
you live. Never cease to stand like curious children before the great mystery into which we were born.
Albert Einstein

 

We are currently inundated with stories about what’s on the horizon, stories of horrific possibilities. Stories that suggest it’s impossible to change this trajectory. Yet we need our imaginations to run wild and to shift stories from impossibility to in possibility. We need to believe at least six impossible things before breakfast. And if we step away from the main stream media, we can see that all around us people are creating and doing the impossible.

Astral travel. While I never set an intention to go back and reclaim my cosmic travel experience, it seems that ability never left. It just went quiet for a while. When my sacred sister circles join together in a zoom meditation from locations across the US, Canada, Ireland and even Honduras, we often gather at one of Ireland’s ancient sacred sites. And we know ourselves to be there together. Some might say this is just a collective active imagination. But when we share our experiences we have so frequently seen and sensed exactly the same things, heard the exact same messages from ancestral and otherworld energies. Experiences well beyond imagination except that we imagine we can and we know we can. 

We can all disregard the boundaries and limits we have been given. We can all embrace the great mystery and create what is in possibility. 

Beannacht,
Judith

Call Me Woke!

January 11, 2025

 

Creativity is intelligence having fun.
Albert Einstein


The natural world of plants, minerals, and even water can be consigned to categories of commodity and capital; but it doesn’t diminish their sacred nature. The term ‘woke’ can be thrown at me with derogatory intent; but it only strengthens my resolve to be awake to and inhabit compassionate consciousness. I don’t give a toss what others think. Please. Call me woke. I embrace it fully.

The landscape rooted in love is where we woke folk will do our work. This is where our intelligence and wisdom will shine, where our creative juices will flow freely. This is where we will inspire and support each other. This is where we will weave new structures and systems of community support and strengthen the weave of those that already exist. This is where we will dream and manifest visions of a sustainable world. This is where we will sing songs of the Earth. This is where we will dance.

Yes. I fully understand this is going to be a time of trauma and tragedy for so many of our people and devastation for the earth. But we will dig deep to leverage our intelligence and creativity for the joy of hope and possibility. And I find joy is always fun.

Let’s dance!!!

Beannacht,
Judith

Love. Our Superpower.

January 10, 2025

 

When we stand in and manifest the energies of compassion, passion for social and environmental justice, divine harmony, and sacred communion, we are rooted in love. Love is our superpower. It is the power that is essential in all times and especially the times ahead for our nation and world.

And we don’t stand alone. We stand together and we stand with the majority of people in our nation and around the globe. It is the Light that shines in us.

With each passing day, it becomes more clear that those of the incoming administration are deeply rooted in anger, fear, hatred, and greed. There is no ambiguity. They are intoxicated not by the power of love but by the love of power. They are now abandoning any promise of helping anyone but themselves as they shift their focus from the price of eggs to terrifying imperialistic global domination.

And in this, they leave the landscape of love to us because this is one territory they cannot invade. This is foreign territory for them. Lost in their hatred, they don’t know how to navigate the terrain. But we do. We can and we will populate this landscape with hope and possibility. We can and we will create a place of refuge for those abused, those who grow weary, and those who will become disillusioned by the lies and fatigued by the hate.


The power of

Love
is stronger
than the
love of power.
Rooted
together
in Love
we will
fourish.

 

Rooted in Love, we will come together to take care of each other, our people, and our planet. Joining with so many who are already in action based in Love. Together, rooted in Love, we will flourish.

Take heart, dear friends. And embrace the power. Our superpower.

Beannacht,
Judith