Friday, February 5, 2021
Thursday, February 4, 2021
My Author Day is Thursday, February 4th. Today!
10AM-12Noon Pacific Time. 1PM - 3PM EST
Come by and ask questions of me, comment, maybe even win a prize! (E-book of Carry on the Flame: Destiny’s Call)
Would love to have you drop by and visit. Hosted by fellow Visionary Fiction author Mary Woldering.
Here is the link:
Friday, January 29, 2021
The Celts were master storytellers, reciting orally and from memory rather than the written word. They treasured their oral traditions as a source of entertainment, inspiration, and historical account.
In the ancestral Celtic cultures, the trained storyteller was called a Bard. Bards also functioned as a minstrel poet and verse-maker, music composer, and genealogist. Bards were one of the three skilled classes of the Druid Earth religion.
In this video, a native Irish author and modern-day Bard, Scealai Beag, talks about the importance of storytelling. (Enjoy his accent!)
In what ways do you think Visionary Fiction is a bardic art?
art credit: Tania Crossingham
Friday, January 22, 2021
Author Toni Morrison spoke about the power of words, saying “that is how civilizations heal.” We had a stunning example of that in poetess Amanda Gorman’s Inauguration poem on Wednesday.
The youngest poet Laureate is 22 years old and delivered an impassioned, inspiring, embodied recital of her poem, “The Hill We Climb.” The text is below. The link to hear her performance is here.
If Amanda and her poem are an example of the character, intentions, and vision of what is emerging in this tumultuous time, then we are truly walking the prophesied transformative path.
The Hill We Climb
When day comes we ask ourselves,
where can we find light in this never-ending shade?
The loss we carry,
a sea we must wade
We've braved the belly of the beast
We've learned that quiet isn't always peace
And the norms and notions
of what just is
Isn't always just-ice
And yet the dawn is ours
before we knew it
Somehow we do it
Somehow we've weathered and witnessed
a nation that isn't broken
but simply unfinished
We the successors of a country and a time
Where a skinny Black girl
descended from slaves and raised by a single mother
can dream of becoming president
only to find herself reciting for one
And yes we are far from polished
far from pristine
but that doesn't mean we are
striving to form a union that is perfect
We are striving to forge a union with purpose
To compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and
conditions of man
And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us
but what stands before us
We close the divide because we know, to put our future first,
we must first put our differences aside
We lay down our arms
so we can reach out our arms
to one another
We seek harm to none and harmony for all
Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true:
That even as we grieved, we grew
That even as we hurt, we hoped
That even as we tired, we tried
That we'll forever be tied together, victorious
Not because we will never again know defeat
but because we will never again sow division
Scripture tells us to envision
that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree
And no one shall make them afraid
If we're to live up to our own time
Then victory won't lie in the blade
But in all the bridges we've made
That is the promise to glade
The hill we climb
If only we dare
It's because being American is more than a pride we inherit,
it's the past we step into
and how we repair it
We've seen a force that would shatter our nation
rather than share it
Would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy
And this effort very nearly succeeded
But while democracy can be periodically delayed
it can never be permanently defeated
In this truth
in this faith we trust
For while we have our eyes on the future
history has its eyes on us
This is the era of just redemption
We feared at its inception
We did not feel prepared to be the heirs
of such a terrifying hour
but within it we found the power
to author a new chapter
To offer hope and laughter to ourselves
So while once we asked,
how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe?
Now we assert
How could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?
We will not march back to what was
but move to what shall be
A country that is bruised but whole,
benevolent but bold,
fierce and free
We will not be turned around
or interrupted by intimidation
because we know our inaction and inertia
will be the inheritance of the next generation
Our blunders become their burdens
But one thing is certain:
If we merge mercy with might,
and might with right,
then love becomes our legacy
and change our children's birthright
So let us leave behind a country
better than the one we were left with
Every breath from my bronze-pounded chest,
we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one
We will rise from the gold-limbed hills of the west,
we will rise from the windswept northeast
where our forefathers first realized revolution
We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states,
we will rise from the sunbaked south
We will rebuild, reconcile and recover
and every known nook of our nation and
every corner called our country,
our people diverse and beautiful will emerge,
battered and beautiful
When day comes we step out of the shade,
aflame and unafraid
The new dawn blooms as we free it
For there is always light,
if only we're brave enough to see it
If only we're brave enough to be it
Friday, January 8, 2021
“We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned so as to accept the life that is waiting for us.” ~Joseph Campbell
The Grand Conjunction commenced on December 20th. We have stepped through the portal of the portended ‘Age of Aquarius.’ What is next?
You may feel heightened intensity during this liminal period of change. You may find you vacillate between fear and conviction and all that is in-between. I still feel fear amidst my strong convictions. Our shadowy wounds in need of healing are being stirred up and emerge to be transmuted. Collectively and personally. This is normal, especially when undergoing such global massive change. Death to old paradigms allows the rebirthing of new ones. Any regeneration into something new is always preceded by turbulence, as old structures fall to make way for the new. That is precisely how rebirth and regeneration work.
In this liminal space, humankind has the opportunity to begin morphing into the embodied love we are to become.
I invite us all to acknowledge and embrace this liminal space and process of regeneration.
~ Open our hearts and intuition.
~ ‘Pay exquisite attention’ as Christine McDougell says.
~ Recognize meaningful coincidences or synchronicities.
~ Access your creativity in whatever form it takes and let it flow.
~ Clarify and then assume your role and purpose in visioning and creating this new world.
We are being called to be empowered, to be resilient, to be love embodied. This healing process is essential medicine for the Earth and humankind at this powerful time in our history.
So, embrace the initiation that is taking place in the liminal space. Remember the vital role we can play, and the torch we bear as we move forward into paving different pathways of being and living and loving.
We will collectively contribute to the creation of what a golden era looks like. Necessary work awaits us. And while it does indeed require work, we are powerfully upheld and supported by the energies of this new dawn.
In my novel Carry on the Flame: Destiny’s Call, Sharay exemplifies the process of transformation. Her jealous Aunt Phoebe commits her to a psychiatric ward and falsely accuses her of murdering her uncle. Phoebe uses black magic to steal Sharay’s fortune and magical power. Sharay struggles with the temptation to fight Phoebe’s dark powers with her own dark side. She must transform her fear of loss, her hatred for her aunt and thirst for revenge in order to uncover the mystery held deep within her cells that will allow her to fulfill her destiny–embodied love, the ultimate magic.
What do you need to face, to embrace, to heal and transform, in order to help bring to fruition the shift of consciousness available to us now in this new dawn?
Thursday, December 31, 2020
Tuesday, December 22, 2020
The Grand Conjunction of December 21, 2020 carries the blueprint of our world for the next 20 years. The Collective Spirit of Change.
These potent energies are the doorway into a golden age and a more loving world. It’s time to Evolve.
The arts, including writing, will revive in a special way, as we are entering a new Renaissance. A Renaissance emphasizes the arts as agents of change. Artists have a special ability to engage their creativity to go into the quantum field and manifest in the physical world. Visionary Fiction writers do so by catalyzing a transformation of consciousness with their stories.
St Francis of Assisi explains the creative process this way: “The woman who works with her hands is a laborer; the woman who works with her hands and her head is a craftswoman; the woman who works with her hands, and her heart is an artist.”
“May the artist within each of us rise up and create!” ~ Cathy Pagano
Loving, warm blessings for this magical and potent Solstice and Grand Conjunction.
What New World are you birthing?