Part and Parcel

Published: Feb. 10, 2016, 5:01 p.m.

I am a trembling, quaking mess of "what the f@$&?!" right now.

I sat down a couple of hours ago to write a very simple e-mail to invite you to the Wild Soul Medicine Radio show today where I planned to talk about the energetics of Inviting women to join us for Woman, Come Undone.


I’m still going to talk about that in some form or other, but…

As I tuned in to look at the places that weren’t feeling in alignment with my concept of inviting and asking you all to participate in it, I followed one precarious stepping stone to another until I found myself neck deep in a disconcerting Soul contract of biblical proportions.

Christ consciousness, communion, age old lives of manipulation and power, Kali fire, medicine of dying to live and living to die.

Holy Wholly.

I am still Deeply In it.

And… I have to Invite you to something.

And… I don’t have any answers in this moment.

And… I’d rather run the other way or go back up a floor and talk about something easier that I actually KNOW about.

And… I KNOW that THIS is what happens when you stand in the center of an event like Woman, Come Undone.

There is absolutely no way to do so without being dismantled in the most unexpected and sometimes unceremonious ways.

I both love it and hate it.

And... I refuse to participate in my own enslavement, So I’m Coming Undone.

Join me in my nakedness, my question marks, and my “no way am I talking about this” ego to see what ends up coming forth out of today’s show.

I am a small but essential part of something so much larger than myself and I am riding the tail of the comet as the mystery informs me moment by moment.

We are all but Part and Parcel of the Vastness of Becoming.

I Stand with you here on the edge of the Abyss.

Enlivened by the disintegration and longing for Liberation.

Come and Be With Me