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The Foundations Course for Kabbalah Mapping is an introduction to the basic concepts of what Kabbalah is.Kabbalah has ma...
07/01/2024

The Foundations Course for Kabbalah Mapping is an introduction to the basic concepts of what Kabbalah is.

Kabbalah has many different paths within it, much of which is obscure, untranslated, or buried in elusive mysticism.

This course is intended to take this rich tradition of magic and mystery and put it into practical terms that we can use in our modern day to lives to make it better.

What You Will Learn
Understanding what is Kabbalah and how do to use it.

8-Week Foundations Program to help you go deeper.

Kabbalah Cosmology 101
Kabbalah means to receive. So when we step into the path of Kabbalah, we are saying “I am ready to receive the mission that I came here for. I’m also ready to receive more of myself.”

The path of Kabbalah is preparing our physical vessel for being capable of housing more of our spiritual self and soul.

CLARITY on your unique mission and who you came here to be.

Introduction to the Four Worlds
The four worlds are the four stages of creative process. We will unpack what this looks like in mystical practical application so we can relate to the creative processes in our own lives with more ease.

CLARITY on how to create your mission.

Sephiroth
Sephiroth are attributes of the soul.

These are energy centers on a physical + spiritual level, like personality traits that each of us have that are a reflection of the Divine.

These are paths to self-discovery that can be simplified into 10 major categories, which we will explore deeply on a personal level.

CLARITY on how to embody these unique principles.

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WHEN YOU JOIN THIS PROGRAM, YOU’LL RECEIVE:
Video Trainings that will unpack these different concepts (pre-recorded, sent out each week).

8 x 90-Minute Live Coaching Calls with group Q + A (optional, but encouraged).

Weekly Assignments for Reflection to help you integrate the different modules

BONUS: Mini Class for Story Alchemy to identify and release the old stories that block you.

LIMITED BONUS: The first few to sign up will get A 60-Minute 1:1 Reading with me where I go into details describing your chart.

All calls will be 5pm-6:30 PM MT on Sunday, starting July 7. These are recorded, in case you can’t make it.

Group calls have optional attendance. It won’t make or break your experience in this program if you don’t come, but it is encouraged. All calls will be recorded.

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The cards don’t lie…Another great reading with a client this morning. Just a couple spots left open for readings this mo...
08/17/2021

The cards don’t lie…

Another great reading with a client this morning.

Just a couple spots left open for readings this month.
DM to book yours. 💕

What will your cards say? 🪄✨Four sessions available at the intro price for the next new moon. They will book out. DM me ...
08/11/2021

What will your cards say? 🪄✨

Four sessions available at the intro price for the next new moon. They will book out. DM me if you want a spot.

What will your cards say… ✨🪄
08/11/2021

What will your cards say… ✨🪄

Oh, I’m feelin it. ✨🧜🏾‍♀️🦉🦌🦁🌈
07/23/2021

Oh, I’m feelin it. ✨🧜🏾‍♀️🦉🦌🦁🌈

Now, I don’t know too much about birds. I’m a ta**us and a human and I’m happy with my feet on the earth. But I have cam...
07/07/2021

Now, I don’t know too much about birds. I’m a ta**us and a human and I’m happy with my feet on the earth. But I have camped out in the woods, and I have noticed that anywhere I am, if there’s birds, they’re all singing at dawn. I was recently learning a bit about birds from bird language instructor Clint Corley, and it turns out that this is something the songbirds do all across the earth. They sing as the sun is coming up. We can theorize and rationalize about why they do this, but just imagine if we all woke up singing to the day, giving thanks to the sun, to life, for the opportunity of another day. Imagine if we all woke up singing together, even singing with the people we might compete with later on that same day. Clint taught me that when song birds (for the most part) fight over territory, they do not fight to the death. The fight is about establishing boundaries. What if we woke up and sang a song of gratitude with our competitors and then were all really clear about expressing our personal boundaries? What if when we went to war, it was about expressing boundaries or testing our limits, and not about demolition and devastation? What if we were to honor and respect our opponents for keeping us strong and sharp? (Continued in comments)…

Yes, it is easier to eat a burger with meat from an anonymous cow who I never knew. It is easier not to think about the ...
07/07/2021

Yes, it is easier to eat a burger with meat from an anonymous cow who I never knew. It is easier not to think about the cow that lived, or about those last wheezing breaths as it died. It is easier to go on with my course, to be unconscious of my impact and shut down my awareness, easier to be grumpy or rude, easier to disengage from life. It is easier to believe that I am a victim of circumstance, or that I am unworthy. But we are human beings and we evolved predating upon prey, animal and plant. 
Our ancestors knew their food. They knew they were meant to eat it, and they knew they were meant to be on this earth, as a valuable part of it. Imagine stalking a deer. Watching her feed, groom, prance, start, sleep. Watching her long lashing bat over her soft, doe eyes. You become overwhelmed with appreciation for her beauty, her simplicity, her willingness and wildness, her presence. When you watch her die, you cry not from fear or sadness, but from the deepest place of gratitude in your heart. As her blood spills onto the blades of grass peppered with wildflowers, you are humbled. Humbled in the face of death, and by the blessing of life. 
Later, when you become hungry, and you cook her meat and you eat of her, you are again humbled. You remember how she leapt over the sage bush and how her giant ears twitched when she heard your foot fall against the forest floor. You feel so much gratitude well up from places deep inside of you. You are so grateful for her; you are so grateful for life. Again, you recommit with every bite of food to a prayer, a prayer to living as best as you can.

It is easier to be rude to a stranger who won’t keep you accountable about it later. It’s easier to make war on a strang...
07/07/2021

It is easier to be rude to a stranger who won’t keep you accountable about it later. It’s easier to make war on a stranger, to send bombs flying to a land and a people we’ve never seen and never met. Imagine if we still lived, as all of our ancestors once did, in relatively cooperative communities where we regularly saw and shared with our friends and family and neighbors. And what if my neighborhood got together with all of the surrounding neighborhoods every year to share dance and food and song, and to trade goods and stories and genetics? And what if the trading was as much about the relationship created as about the goods exchanged?
Yes, it is easier, if we want power over resources, to keep our distances. If we want to continue to live in a competitive, hierarchical society, to continue to force ourselves upon the feminine and take what we want with entitlement, it is easier if we don’t know each other too well. Because when we must make war for said power, it is easier to make war on a stranger.  When we must boot out the family that couldn’t pay the rent, or when we want to put our mother’s in an old people’s facility to save ourselves the energy of taking care of her, it is easier with more distance. 
Similarly, it is easier to eat a stranger. 
I was recently ordering burgers with a friend when I asked him, knowing he’d hunted with a gun, have you ever slit an animals throat? “No”, he said, “but I think I could.”
“I’ve been thinking about it a lot”, I said, “because I might have to soon. I moved off the farm, where a friend slaughtered all of our meet, and since then, I’ve been eating so much meet that I never met, and I don’t like it.” 
He laughed at the unexpectedness of such a comment, and, I think, with appreciation for the rarity of such a perspective.

Sometimes life’s purpose seems clear. To spread and share joy? To simply exist? To master emotions? To become someone sp...
07/07/2021

Sometimes life’s purpose seems clear. To spread and share joy? To simply exist? To master emotions? To become someone special or accomplish something great? Master our minds? Make money? Leave a legacy? Raise a family? I have my ideas. You have yours. What I do know is, regardless, when I remember that I live life and breathe each breath as a tribute to those who died for me, literally, to be my food and my fuel, I’m inspired and recommitted to living my life with purpose, intention, gratitude, awareness. 
         Many think it bizarre, the idea of eating an animal you knew while it was alive, and it’s understandable that in a world where meat comes packaged in cellophane or frozen, we would shy away from thinking of the sweet creature whose blood was sacrificed for our benefit. Indeed, what responsibility that level of intimacy with our food brings— responsibility to the life taken, a life you knew— to live in integrity. In a culture where, collectively, our self worth and sense of deserving is deeply damaged, we may not want to think too seriously about the faces or personalities of the critters we consume. If we did, we might have to make changes in our actions. Knowing someone died so we live today, we might reconsider if some things are worth the life sacrificed. We’d have to come to terms with the fact that regardless of what happened, we are deserving. We’d have to think about death as a part of life, and about our inevitable mortality. We’d have to look death in the face of a sheep with eyes glazed over and know that this sheep is never coming back, that the sheep has become everything once again, and that the sheep will live forever, not because it went to sheep heaven, but because you will eat it and it will live as you, and when die and something else will eat you ad infinitum. Could we see this process as so beautiful? Rather than fear it? 
It is true. It is hard to eat an animal that you knew. In this culture, we keep our distance and live quite individual, separated lives. More often than not, there is a lot of distance, physical and emotional, between people, neighbors, our friends, and direct family. We keep our distance. (Cont’d in nxt post)

I have never yet yielded that fatal blow, nor held the knife that slit the throat or pulled the trigger that released th...
07/07/2021

I have never yet yielded that fatal blow, nor held the knife that slit the throat or pulled the trigger that released the killing bullet, but I have sentenced life to death with every bite I chew. I have sentenced life to transform into other life, my life. I have held down the sheep as the blood drained from his body, as he trembled and the blood trickled out of his nostrils and he wheezed that last heavy breath until there was no more breath and no more animation behind the eyes. I cannot tell you where the sheep’s consciousness went. I have an idea that his consciousness is now part of the great pool of consciousness, which is everywhere and in all things. But I can also tell you that he, the sheep, turned into me. His life became my life. I live now for us both. 
We want to know, why are we here? What is the point? I live now for the corn plants I had for dinner. I live now for the chicken fetuses that will never hatch, which I ate for breakfast. I live for the cheese made of milk that nourished me instead of the calf. I live for the grasses that never went to seed, for they were eaten by the cow that made the milk I drank. I live for the sheep whose life shivered from between my hands and who I ate in the company of friends. 
Would death be so devastatingly mournful if we realized how much death was part of the daily experience of keeping ourselves alive? If we realized the death involved in eating every day, and thought of the sacrificed plants or animals with gratitude, could the idea of dying become one associated with gratitude for the cycle of life, rather than an idea associated with such fear?
(Cont’d in next post)

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