Category Archives: Alchemy

What lengths will we go to before we accept our power?

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We are still escaping the brutal Colorado cold and are now in Santa Rosa, NM. A small, sleepy drive-through town that is on the original Route 66. It is like a place that time forgot as are other towns on the old route. I can’t help but wonder what these towns were like 60 or 70 years ago?

Here in Santa Rosa, I am contemplating the inner power of the human. I know I am only grasping a fraction of what it is, but today I am wondering what others think about their inner power?

I am watching YouTube videos about the labor strikes in the UK. I feel an empathy with individuals who are not valued monetarily for their efforts as that was often my experience in the past. I “get” having the desire to change the situation and how going on strike makes sense in the context of so-called society, but the issue is bigger and deeper. It is much bigger and much deeper. ALL the change, disruption and perceived difficulty going on, on our planet now is meant to accomplish one thing and just one thing: to get the human to accept their inner power.
It only takes this “one thing,” because this one thing will unlock the infinite. Once the infinite is unlocked, what more could you need?

I do not think circumstances on our planet needed to be as harsh as they are (and they probably will get harsher), but that is another matter. Each individual has a vote on a soul level, each one chooses, so people can have it any way they want it. The majority of people on this planet have chosen a path of difficulty to wake up. I hope they choose differently as soon as they get even a whiff that it’s a choice.

We have become attached to this matrix on Earth. The beloved icons, the ways of doing things, the beliefs about the nature of reality. Giving all this up can inspire feelings of sadness. I’m feeling some of that sad today. I’m in a new, more intense shift of my outer reality and I find myself feeling sad and wistful about the things of the past, the way of life of the past, even the foods of the past (actually the foods of the past are a big emotional attachment and fondness for me). I get it. But the process is – you have your moment or two of sad and then it’s on to the next step of shifting. The feelings are not a cue to take yet another inner/outer side street or detour, as it were, to deflect from the issue. The power is within you. It has always been. It does not matter how much you doubted, disbelieved and empowered something or someone else instead.

I wonder what it will take for people accept this fact? It requires a complete shift. There is no more maneuvering the outer world to obtain the power you think you lack. No more strikes, bargaining. There is only acceptance that all power is within you and you turned your back on it. Now it is time to face it, embrace it, own it. What will it take?

Alchemy Uses the Interaction of the Outer and the Inner

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Alchemy is inner transmutation. The experience of it is (constant) transformation, but ultimately it takes one beyond form. So not transFORMation per se (one form to another), but transmutation (form to no-form). But we’re not there yet. I’m not there yet. I mostly understand that intuitively.

The focus of the “alchemical bootcamp” life I am living seems to be the outer reality – and make no mistake about it, my outer life pulls my attention constantly – but the nexus of transformation and transmutation is inner. The real game is the inner one. It is that way for everyone. However, since I have chosen to be in the physical world in the current density (4th D trying to “land?”) interacting with the physical is vital. I can easily overlook or try to overlook this fact.

I think some of us lean toward one extreme or the other. We focus too much on the perceived outer and neglect the inner reality – that has not been my nature – or we focus almost exclusively on the inner and do not have much regard for the outer. The latter is my tendency. But the soul will use physical reality to get your attention if that is what is necessary. We can probably all relate to that. It is not a punishment, though it may feel that way, it is a form of communication. And, often, a call to action. Though – and here’s where it gets tricky – ultimately the action is inner. Inner primary (always). Physical reality necessary.

The constant new challenges of my life in the mundane – and baby, they ARE mundane – are the soul’s modus operandi to ascension. A blip, a solution, peace. Next blip, solution, peace. It does have a kind of rhythm, doesn’t it? It’s a kind of spiritual grind taking one out of all grinds (or most of them, depending on where your soul chooses to land).

It seems paradoxical. The way to soul freedom can be through finding a toilet option, keeping the body warm enough to live, getting food. There must be some poetry there, though it will probably feel more poetic in the next phase. Not alot of poetry now.

A Bigger Off-Grid

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This past Thursday I got a text from my friend Debra in Albuquerque with a link to a New York Times article about Ted Conover’s new book: “Cheap Land Colorado: Off-Gridders at America’s Edge.” As some of you know, my husband and I live off-grid in the San Luis Valley in Colorado, which is where Mr. Conover’s book is set. I read the article in the local coffee house, Milagro’s – local meaning in Alamosa, an hour away from the Mesa where I live – and as I walked out of Milagro’s I saw a sign on their door for a book signing being held by Mr. Conover that night.

On my way home, I picked up my mail and there he was again! On the cover of the local newspaper. Behold the power of the New York Times! A “3 ping” event in a short time catches my attention, so I asked my husband if we could go to the reading that night. My husband said “yes” as he is writing a memoir about life on the Mesa, provisionally called “Served By the Sun,” and he was interested.

Unfortunately, as the time of the book signing approached, we were too busy actually living our off-grid life to drive two hours to see someone talk about it.
The first snow came to the Mesa that night. I drove up from town (San Luis) in it and it was blinding. We couldn’t leave our place because the woodstoves needed to be going full-tilt and the cats were in the warmer RV, but the propane had to be monitored. If the RV propane runs out, the temperature in the RV plummets in minutes. It was in the 20’s that night.

In the NYT article about the book, I got a basic idea of what Mr. Conover had experienced and written about. He lived in an area in the San Luis Valley he referred to as “the Flats” and to be honest, I do not know where that is.
The San Luis Valley is 8,000 square miles. It is the largest high-altitude desert in North America. ALOT of it is flat. I sometimes refer to the flat sagey land in my neighborhood as “the incomprehensible sage flats,” but “the Flats” could be any number of places in the Valley.

After reading the article, I thought of my “take” on our-off-grid life and how I would offer a different take on life in the Valley and what drove the two of us to move here.
To speak practically, I will say that price was a consideration. I would have preferred not to be living so profoundly “off-grid,” as far as water and electricity go or to at least have “on grid” options, but I did not see a way to get the other things that were non-negotiable and have those water and electricity options for a price we could afford.

The non-negotiables:

-Privacy & no HOA
– ET sightings/history of the area
-Being more off-grid from the current “cultural” (way of life) matrix in our country and on most of the planet
– Beauty in the environment
-Quite, serenity and sovereignty over our living space
-Some community (and…the wild horses that live here were unexpected and a complete blessing)

Here is a summary of some of the points I would give Mr. Conover if he asked me for my take on “off grid” life:

-the soul nudged (maybe it shoved)

-part of that nudge/shove was the rug got pulled out of our old life – it happened more gradually for awhile and then in Summer 2020 it was “GO” time, the rug was yanked. That life had 7 weeks left and then it was no more. We got into creative action.

– all the steps that followed – and there were MANY – were part of the soul’s (souls’) insistence that we drastically shift the outer world as part of the drastic inner shifts that are underway
(My husband obviously has his own soul’s shift, but I cannot report on the details of that partly because he rarely frames things in those terms, so that is why I go back & forth between speaking about “we” and speaking from the first person. The shift was definitely in OUR life, but the way we each see it and possibly the outcomes – the shifts themselves – may be different)

-create enough of an inner spin that will take me through ascension (this way of life is serving that purpose)

-position myself for the earth ascension that is already under way and to interface with off-planet friends and new technologies to assist with my job here on Earth

There is more, but that is a good summary. I often experience fear and alot of frustration (it has taken me 5 days to power up this laptop and access my blog- grrrr!).

I know something huge and radically different is coming to the planet and for some of the people (could be lots of people, but what are lots of people choosing??), but I don’t know when or how it will unfold in our everday life. And in the meantime I often struggle to know how to navigate this time (and to be honest, the last 30 years which have largely been “this” kind of time).
But…. I am not a victim. I wish the people Mr. Conover lived with could reframe their state of minds to know they too are not victims. Victim is a state of mind. I know that can seem very difficult to embrace in the face of what people experience and yet, it is a cosmic truth: there are no victims.

It is a challenge to understand this truth on the profound spiritual level where it exists. But my God! – what better way to spend your time than inquiring and contemplating this truth?

All for today. More to come. As Byron Katie says from her profound, awakened first-hand experience: the Universe is friendly. How are you seeing that today?

Alchemical Cauldrons

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This time is about alchemy. This time in my life. This time on the planet. Many of my posts will be about alchemy. A friend is struggling with physical illness. Physical illness can be a powerful alchemical cauldron. I use that term to mean any experience in life that serves as a vessel for the process of alchemy. There are many in life and physical illness is one of them. Parenthood is another. I have no kids so I have not experienced the alchemy of parenthood firsthand, but my imagination is good, so I can imagine.

I am in a different alchemical matrix. One that is more of an alchemical bootcamp. I will title (several) future blog posts this way.

In my life, the rug got pulled out. It was a kind of merciful pull-out in that my husband and I had some time to work with. It was not like the kind where people experience floods and fires and lose everything they own in an hour or two. My pull-out gave me some time to work with. I used it.

I moved, with my husband and two cats to a rock. A Mesa, 8600 feet in the air in the southern Colorado desert. We have no water (that I know of) or electricity on site. We live in two 490 sq ft yurts that are connected and our very handy RV, which is a source of some so-called normalcy, having a toilet and some kitchen applicances. Keep in mind, though, that none of these things are powered or resourced the way your kitchen appliances and toilets (likely) are. Sadly…so sadly….poop doesn’t magically disappear into some municipal water supply. We are accountable to our own poop. Bet you want to sign up for this life right now!

Yesterday, I wanted to cook rice and I did not have much water. I only had what was in my water bottles and that was running low. Once the bottled water is gone, there is no more.

I googled whether I needed to rinse rice or not. Alchemy point: I have always rinsed rice. That is how you do it. Seems small, but not rinsing rice is a challenge to my sense of “the right way to do things.” THAT right there is the main alchemical axis of this kind of life. Constantly challenging the “right, safe, good way to do things.” You’d be surprised how much of your power and identity are caught up in this. It is caught up in innumerable ways in your sense of self, your life and how you live it. So many ways. It is at work almost every moment of every day.

Overwhelmingly Google contributors said to rinse rice. I knew the reasons why, but I wanted to see if there might be a lone voice in the wilderness daring to say it was okay not to rinse. Rinsing the rice to reduce arsenic and dirt convinced me to try.

For days now I’ve been looking for my fine-mesh sieve. It is what I use to rinse rice and quinoa. The mesh is small enough so the grains don’t fall through in the rinsing. Alchemical Point #2: It is what I always use. “Always use” feels very comfortable when you can keep it going, but it is not alchemical. What the fuck do I do now? That’s the voice of alchemy. I’m pretty sure the sieve survived the scorched-earth packing of the final minutes of the move from the townhouse we left, but I do not know what box it is in. We had to rent some storage units, some the size of closets, it is likely in one of them.

For a couple days I did not cook rice because I did not have the sieve. Old me. Has to do it the way she likes. The way it “should” be done. Finally, I punched some slits into a plastic cup and used the smallest amount of water to rinse the rice. Alchemy. I used our Instapot for the first time on the Mesa. I wasn’t sure the solar generator would accommodate the electrical demand of the pot, but it did! Hooray! The sun cooked our rice. We had rice for dinner. It was delicious.