I am an author to the mystery schools dialect.

2/4/2021

I haven't received some blasphemous excuse to say something until it's said. Then I have no reason to wish anything except that it's seen. Why do I wish it to be seen even though I don't know why? The mystery schools showed up. In my life. Telling me what is better for me. So I listened. And it was. And now I think I want to share it. Because the mystery schools carry wisdom and never shame. So I wanted more. I love truth. So much. So much that I cry. I cry when I hear this sonnet. I cry when a child is born and can't live and I cry when I feel heartbreak that doesn't go away about it. It never goes away. The heartbreak of what happened to the child, and the feeling of blood curdling truth. All of it. I used to picture the mystery schools as some occult room where death is toiled. But now I see its ancestry and imagery. Pyramids built on top of divine reckless endeavours. As though there was something holding it all up. What holds what up? And who tends to the child who couldn't see their life through? It's us. It's all us. We did all of it. We are the wisdom in the mystery school, and the child lives on somewhere within that.
As I know these blogs will only get bolder, I want to warn you that this is not the hottest topic I will relate. I'm just working up to more compassion. More love to what's real here. And more saintly humans that walk around, kissing the ground we've been given.
My prayer for more is here.
I also pray, even more deeply, that the child is free to live.

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Opening up to see the light.

Dear ones, this will have been my first blog post of many. I hope it suits you well to know that, at this time, I am in Kitsilano, Vancouver. I am beginning again. I will be sending out a newsletter often, so if you had signed up for Alana the tattoo artist, know now that it is remaining, but also alongside Alana the channel.
I will also say that, for some time, I have been procrastinating my blog till now! So come one come all and feel what I have been privileged to have learned. It is continual as well, so check in often for new content.
Here is what I will describe for day 1. Business as usual, I was up before the sun came up, channeling and singing into what is to come.
My vision is this. A set of agreements to myself that I will,
1) Speak up
2) Say it with heart
3) Invite others to comment as well
4) Conclude that there will be, no conclusion to these never ending tides.
From there, I begin.
Today is not only the first day of my blog, but also the first day I will publish it. No surprise to me, I have no idea how this will be done. I guess I'm about to see.
Thank you to the spirit realm, and guides Saint Francis Assisi for my deep lesson today in the tricks the minds can play when the heart isn't watching.
The heart is not always watching, you see. But it is always aware of something. Today my heart wanted me to play deeper, challenge softer. And speak more. Today is the day I start.
And since I have already begun much before this new website has, there will be a lot to unfold.
For now I leave you with this prayer.

Have heart, dear traveller, that you are the one you need the most. Never regret the past, for it has brought you the present, and will assist in your future. Never deny your short comings, for they may be the path toward your rareness. Your uniqueness is always a gift, no matter how brave you have yet to be.
In Light, yours,
St. Francis Assisi