Something I’m realizing/owning about myself is that I am an oracle.

I’ve had a hard time truly admitting it. Feels too big for me somehow. My mind wants to explain away the messages I receive. The part of me that was raised an atheist wants to keep my spiritual life on the ground.

But there is another part of me. The part that is deeply connected to spirit even if I don’t always know what that is.

The part that closes her eyes and words come out that surprise her. The part that doesn’t even remember what she said.

And I think there’s fear in saying this out loud. We still live in a world with the memories of flames

And I’m unearthing past life and ancestral memories now thanks to the amazing work of Spiritfire Shaman.

So, I’m on the ground. Looking up. And letting it all in.

And so it is.


 

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