It has never worried or irked me that all people's use herb lore, share herb lore, or tarot, the Jesus, crystal lore etc. I have always acknowledged a lineage of thought line, whether learned, DNA or accessed through spirit.

I have been fasting, turning off monkey mind and have found some interesting starting points, around my journeys through many cultures.

If those seeds of Mauri had not of been planted so many years ago, if those seeds of Lakota, Sioux, had not been planted, if those exercises of Tibet and India had not come together, with the original people's of Cairns, who gave me emu totem, without my European genealogy, I would not of walked the Vietnamese killing fields or been in Cambodia, clearing water ways and releasing confused and hurt children and I would not of recognised the place and time of prophecy.

I would not of had the songs to sing whilst walking the tree of life. I would not of known the rhythm to which my feet and stick should walk the Broad Highway of Dream World and this, united.

I guess this is the colonial danger of a woman of the Love All Tribe. Seeing the necessary boundaries of culture, knowing the mission is to love All people's. Greater, to see each child raised as treasure, knowing their connection to Earth, to Air, to Fire, to the Water, that is life and the Spirit that runs through them All.

Respect for all tribes is the Emu totem.

How I wanted them to be Cassowary eggs, upon my face. Rather close minded and stubborn than, hiding my head in the sand (yes an Ostrich, that's how little I knew). Emu sounded so plain, so boring, Cassowary were so beautiful, deadly.

Little did I know, that the Cassowary is an emu that has given away its bright plumage and overt aggression.

That the Emu flies the night sky, with its feet never leaving the ground.

I joked the paintings were Cassowary eggs and they were hatching on opening my mind. They were and they did. A long time was spent in heart, trying to get that head to expand in equal dimensions, transmuting a lot of fear. How could we do this? Be so presumptuous to believe that every life, from stone to person is sacred. That everything has a story. Everything.

So, not eggs but eyes, it took me a long time to see.
Respect for all tribes, stone tribes, air tribes, people tribes, respect.

If someone breaks your protocol, assume they come from a place of not knowing your ways. Correct, teach, allow that they have their ways too. Songs are made to be shared.
Unique parts of the whole make beautiful harmonies when singing together.

When I look around and see prophecy in action, and am asked, what did you do? I will say I grew a garden, of seed heirloom and those to be.

And I would say, if you want to feed Others, then you must have a garden too.

In peace, strength and love

 P.S.
Am still feeling in and around Ariki Pa, Starlore 2020. My head is still in the place of Other. (Probably a good time to come in for a reading ;) )
I made ceremony with Emu, came back and was gifted with,
"It is ok, just as you do not understand others ways, they do not understand yours. The important thing is to remain open and come from that place of love. Some things are universal. The stone people  know."
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Much love,
​Juhl xx

​Juhl Lightheart
February 11 · 
Well Love All Tribe,
I am home, back at Sage Cottage, greeted by a full moon and the sun.
Truly magickal.

​(I will share my thoughts later, as I work out which are my pieces to tell).

The Rune Soup, Starlore 2020 conference, was an incredibly hard journey. Made more so as this was not about me. Those of you who were here for Standing Rock, will remember the levels of grief reached for our broken world and the loss of culture land and people's of All places. We called it colonialism, capitalism, Empire. A list of names that hid the depth of destruction done to all people and all places, by All our Ancestors, our blood, our DNA.

That grief and shadow work served me well. I was able to hold space, remain in love and enjoy the reconnection, through all strands of time, for many strong, learned, magickal people, who know how to make those visions of years ago real.

Each person came from their own perspective, grew changed and evolved. Pachamama twined with Papatuanuku, a reconnection of space time, connecting with North American Earth Goddess, who goes by as many names as there are people's. Earlier ceremonies came alive, through all directions of time, as prayers lifted to the clouds, which parted to reveal a Super Moon. Earth Mothers united once again.

As those clouds spread, their droplets layering the lives and loves of millions, through all dimensions of time, so too the most sacred of dreams lives.

An honour to be, to breathe, in this most blessed of times.

Water is life.

In peace, strength and love.

​The moon above me, the sun in front of me.

Cycles, round and round and round we go, where she stops nobody knows.

I am pretty comfortable in my skin. I don't LARP very often and I do like myself. The older I get though the more I find myself desirous of the company of people. People who want to be around me, also.

Peopling brings a list of problems, all of which are hitting me in the face right now as I am doing a Wealth Course over on Runesoup. I don't 'fit' in there, I love Mr White  and find he has an intelligently articulated way of being, that I can understand over many levels.  I have to insert myself and continually transmute comments and energies. (Empath right? You can feel the emotion and meaning behind a set of words.) But, when you manifest on a dime, you have great responsibility, not to put negative schizz upon the world, rather own your emotions, work through them, back up to a stable level, lowest vibration love.

And this is where I come undone, expectations and values. No amount of dimes is going to impress me,  your garden might. No amount of Maelefica or the pretty way you write it up is going to convince me that Magicking against someone, is going to achieve your highest good. Coming from a different place, it is just as easy to return someones energy, or sigil for them to find what they need to move on, as it is for you to curse someone out. there is no doubt curses work. Each strand of Magick comes at a cost and I rather feel it sells your soul cheaply, if soul is the currency, to decrease someones life or wealth rather than increase your own. It  has taken me a year and a lot of shadow work, to get over the last blasts fired. Shh no more on that I manifest so gosh darn quickly. 

I have my blog back though, so a nice little "fuck you".
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Unfortunately, not many I am meeting seem to have this point of view. Where do I meet loving Magick users? Better yet loving gardening Magick users. Are my expectations too high? I'm not a Saint, but I won't do behind your back. Most of my correspondence except for work, is up front and open. I don't want to delve into realms of backbiting or competitions of power. I have a body of work that speaks for me if you care to look. By golly I have evolved, I know Others must of too. 

Where are you my Others, dreamers of dreams, lovers of love and poets making it real. Where are you?