Deck#1:Card_One_

Deck#1:Card_One_

Here i gOooo…

Creating things? I.t.s healing to me. It’s white and blackbird of me. It’s artistic, autistic, and BEautifully uniquely “me”. This is Card#One of Birdanity Deck#One titled “Take My Hand 🤚 & RUN 🏃‍♀️ 🏃 ♪( ´θ`)”

Secret? I made it when I was trying to figure out my heart conditioning. It’s when I was healing from the last heart break. It’s ARTfully weird?

Deck#1:Card_One_

“Take my hand 🤚 and run 🏃 🏃‍♀️”

<Ka!Ka!🦅 >

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Oracle #1 – 2018/05/06

Oracle #1 – 2018/05/06

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Oracle #1: Healing

Reconnecting with your true nature.

A surfer with a Trump combover from California once told me that if I lived closer to him, he would get annoying with his need to come see me every night after work. All those moons ago and talking by phone almost every day from my smoldering house in Phoenix, I took that to mean that he was deeply in love with me. He also seemed to understand how to lead me deeper into knowing him and those long-distant waves he was sending my way.

Still, this Bird wondered if he was telling the truth because it was hard for me to trust in “soulmates” or souls who mate. In fact, sometimes I still wonder if that man knows the truth of this spiritual matter that we are in. Especially considering he still pops into my brain in such random and almost violent ways, my friend Jesse calls it “intrusive”. What is worse, that surfer dude still ruins the thought pattern in my focused bubbles.

It’s also a bizarre part of my story to know that anyone fears me or these little guns that nature gave me. I’m as perfectly human as the next person. Which makes the whole legal system feel like real gamble of great story-tellers who deny or control right and wrong by way of a great song.

In other news… I can honestly tell you that I fear some shit is going down this week. We may change the locks when keys get broken, and that’s no big deal if it was an accident, but over the last several weeks emotions have been pretty high and people are getting more intense each day with heightened States of awareness.

I do know? I need help and I’m ready to ask the Universe for what I need.

Help! And because I can’t do a whole “community organization”

alOne here in Cardiff-by-the-Sea. I need your help,

are “you” with “me”?

Love,

Rev’d Steph Bird

p.s. A p.s. poem to ask you to….

Channel these words…

Into something purposeful:

Creative and

pride-filled.

Feel confident.

Proving a point?

A need to express and

lean into,

Connecting with others and

coming from a place of

ExPress/oN.

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Community animal symbol this week: Whale

Collective unconscious of deep emotions, the whale represents the vibration we all feel with new layers of intuition. Whales have sounds and songs to communicate with one another. Science has proven that the sounds are never exactly the same, they change through seasons and each whale sound is unique (think, “me”).

Whales are also associated with the deep wisdom of the Universe. They forge their own connection to a divine guidance to connecting with “me”. Living, moving and continuing the hunt to move through what we all feel. Connecting to that which is “greater than us” and “right”, and giving up or forgiving whatever we need to connect beyond the ego.

“Things arise and she lets them come.
Things disappear and she lets them go.
She has, but doesn’t possess.
Acts, but doesn’t expect.
When her work is done, she forgets it.
That is why it will last forever.”

~Lao Tzu

MAGICal words?

MAGICal words?

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I do magic.

but tonight….

I killed again.

A harmless living snail 🐌

when I wasn’t watching

where I was going…

Lack of awareness

Kills

Garden snails…

But Look, 👀 I can do magic. I give life.

I even have energy to burn.

With the flick of a finger,

I create light, even.

Feels like magical

days upon days

of touching

a tiny

P.C.

You too?

Magic? Magic, “you say?”

Tell you more about this P.C.?

But first, let me tell you…

What isn’t magic or P.C. is knowing what I know now as an “adult”. One who acts like the most loving child you might ever meet. I live out this story that I also co-create each day with all the people I play with (and secretly love). People in life, “my life” with others, and these series of small miracles that only recently started to make sense. What isn’t making sense is this present Revelation I also feel I am in.

What isn’t magic is knowing that the miracles have only just begun as I wait for one small miracle “of life” to return after another, with grace for what is _BEing human_ and almost every human’s deep desire to feel safe (and loved) by day/night. In these ways and more, I want to perform magic and even do miracles in this world (by way of words).

What isn’t magic is those old forms of manipulation we put each other through when we didn’t know what was up or down. When we didn’t know how to non-violently communicate our love, &/or even how to express that level of appreciation for a sisterly or brotherly version of love and recognition, you know “that old feeling”.

What isn’t magic is that old legacy version of vanity when we cared about what race or version they were, how much money they had, where they lived, what they wore, the kind of car they drove or even what they ate yesterday. That doesn’t feel like magic to think or believe that I am any better than any homeless man or woman sleeping in the park next to my bedroom tonight. There are no differences with magic.

What isn’t magic is that want to be different and very deep desire for praise, which often stings after. Particularly when we think about the planning and even the solicitation that takes place prior, and even here on the WWW. Writing here is weird in this way. It doesn’t feel like magic to want followers or even solicit money from people for this expression, this publication, and even this writing thing we do. That’s not a magical feeling to care about money, fame or followers.

What isn’t magic is getting on stage to play, sing or even read, only to be ridiculed and asked to step off because what is being said is too emotional, painful to hear, or even “offensive”. I am a perfectionist “on stage” and hidden within all this long story of “poetry”, there is a story about how I might somehow be OK to express…

All the above,

the killing of snails even

here in MAGICal_ifornia.

Where everyday

I see magic again…

and again and..

again, when?

I see “him”,

I see “her”.

I miss You, magic?

Love?

“Steph Bird