When I was in the thick of 2021, it felt long and laborious. Now that it is over, it feels like it went by in a blink. I’m breaking through and soaring beyond that year; the 7th Veil; that film laying over my eyes, clouding up my vision and my way forward. I vow to value myself more, to know my worth and never sell myself short.
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Over the last few years, I have fallen into the realm of creating digital art. I live for trying new mediums to create with. I ended up with dozens of pieces sitting on a hard drive.
I tried different endeavors, art stores, even the crazy rabbit hole of NTFs, but I have always followed what I feel comes from my spirit and none of them felt right.
Then I decided to order all of the pieces I wanted to use on as regular photos. As I sat on my bed with them spread out in front of me, messages were flooding in from the images. Then it hit me. There is a mapping system inside of them.
To read a more in-depth explanation of mind mapping and how I created my own reading system, visit my personal reading page.
Before I launched my reading system, I did many readings to create a relationship and understanding of the psychology of the cards. I’m appreciative of the feedback, which you can read at the bottom of this page.
There has not been one reading I have done which did not connect with the recipient on multiple levels, and I feel so honored to have been gifted this ability to share these messages with those meant to receive them.
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I let go of that which has served its purpose and accept the new without fear.
My brother was my best friend. He was my dude. This morning I woke up with a deep ache. I miss him. It’s been ten months since he passed on. Grief is an ornery little cuss. This workbook: “Processing Through Grief” has been helpful.
Today, I felt abandoned and even a little angry, because I am about to release a new book that my brother was a large part of.
During the process of writing I was traveling and talking with scientists I met through dear friends.
My brother was the one I shared this excitement with. He held my secrets like a trustworthy stead. He left before it was finished. I feel so sad. I wish he could hold this book in his hands, my first work of science fiction. We were so excited together.
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Because I was struggling emotionally, I decided to head into nature and see how many other abandoned things I could find. As I walked inside the trees letting some needed tears flow, I spotted these abandoned things.
I remember once in 2012, my brother, nephew and some of our friends were in Olympia, WA at Tugboat Annie’s. I was singing at an open mic night.
I looked over at the wall on the booth we were in as we waited for our turn to go up, and on the wall was a quote.
I am nobody. Nobody is perfect. Therefore I am perfect.
I have never forgotten that quote and how it stuck me. As I walked off the stinging in my throat, I embraced the truth that I have not been abandoned. My older brother is still here with me. I hear him in the smart ass way I say things and the hollow underbelly of my laughter.
Nature tells stories. It is alive with the history and human conversations which pass through it. Nature is its own sculptor. As I walked today, we fell into a deep conversation.
This beautiful woman, so playful and happy, held a wreath on her wrist as she danced with the wind.
Gleeful children frolicked around the pond reminding me to pay attention to my inner child.
The water dancer held inside of her the power of the streams, moving her hips with their flow and always in perfectly synced movement.
Mr. Mallard and I talked for a while. His wife was off picking up the fish for dinner. He’s been around for 7 years now, he shares. An older gentlemen, he had quite the charm. He was even flirting a bit. I went on my way before Mrs. Mallard returned. I certainly didn’t want to deal with a duck kerfuffle.
I gathered maple leaves as an idea emerged for a page in my current art WIP. Their colors blend beautifully.
This tree told me he has been there for 124 years. He spoke of friends who had died during the clearing process. He still speaks with them telepathically still today. One, he said, is having a wondrous life cycle as a whale, and has many tales to tell. I thought how endearing they remained in contact, thanked him for sharing and walked on.
I asked this tree why he looks so sad. He said he’s been living in the park for 70 years, and in the latter ones had seen too much. Once, right at his feet, a woman’s mouth was covered while a man took from her without her consent, violently and brutally.
“If you knew what we see at night when all the joggers and walkers are safe at home, you would know,” he said as he hung his head.
I do know the period of time when this park was called Rape Park, and no woman dared walk through it at night. Wright Park is still shrouded with the many violations which have left a permanent shadow on its history.
As I listened to the tree’s lamentations, I glanced down to find a little squirrel right there at my feet gazing up at me. I said hello and he replied with a hind quarter scratch as he scampered off to gather more bits.
As I was ready to wrap up my walk, I was stopped by a tree horse. I’d never met one before, and I found it to be peaceful.
“You have kind eyes,” I complimented.
Mr. Tree Horse is 115. He said he has heard it all, even miles beyond the park. He spoke of night dream travel, how he falls into deep slumber for days, visiting his home dimensions.
“It must be difficult being a tree, standing there day after day, weathering the seasons and changing wind,” I said.
Mr. Tree Horse smiled.
“It isn’t difficult. It’s cyclical. We choose to be here, providing life and breath. It is an honor we trees take seriously. We know we may be expired, then used for fires and homes, things that have nothing to do with us, after all, even our roots, left headless in the ground, become a continuing part of life. So, sister, we never really die.”.”
I was humbled by the nonchalant way he gave of himself, understanding dream cycles and inner dimensional travel. I finished my walk pondering the wisdom of the trees, the crisp coldness of the breeze and a mind full of their stories.
This book will be the only other set of cards in the public domain. After adding my next four pages I’ll be at 26 pages. Here is a glimpse at some of the pages.
I am so stuck on the use of gel press gel printing plates. The possibilities of color mixture and patterning with gel presses are seemingly endless. I spent this afternoon prepping more pages. Enjoy this time-lapse video of me working away!
Take time to create in whatever way is best for you. Toss dots of paints. Make up your own styles. Learn from others. Most of all, express yourself!