Goddess ha' mercy. πŸͺ„ It sure as hell seems I'm entering my ceremony- slash -threshold portal space holding era.

Luckily I saw this coming! πŸ‘€πŸš†

My practices have become my offerings. What a perfect full circle. πŸŒ•πŸŒ‘πŸŒ•πŸŒ‘ What a glorious, fulfilled LIFE. Brilliantly cycling. πŸŒ€

This here is but a quick accounting, offered on Gaia's altar (aka your eyes/minds), because I must be buggering off soon, you see. Back into her intimate embrace. πŸ›»πŸ•οΈ

The following 3-part flow of ceremonies has emerged thanks to the generative support and enthusiastic feedback of dreamers and subscribers like you! πŸ’•πŸ’• Thank you for crafting our lives alongside me. πŸ’•πŸ’•

Purge Church: Near Past (6/22/24) πŸŒ•

On June 22 we held the first ever Purge Church. In a manner of speaking.

I have a hard time calling it "the first." Because what we did is a vital, ancient and continuously reinvented ritual space pattern. Built of the social permaculture patterns LETTING LOOSE and RITUAL and in praise of our bodies' sacred rage, Purge Church was a "dark dank damned portal," a deliberately cathartic, accepting space to express rage/grief/distress.

It's not like I invented the medicine of 🐺wilding out. But I did put a distinct and designed package around it, in collaboration with medicine priestexx Piper Rose. And I'm thrilled that what we created was successful and so well received. Thank you for ALL your feedback and your requests for more. πŸ™πŸ–€ Using your inputs, we will conjure up future Purge Church variations, I am sure. Don't you worry.

Wishing all of you (13 people! such a magic number πŸ§™β€β™€οΈ) who partook in Purge Church continued integration, pleasure and plenty. πŸ«‚ May your processing be easeful, and may you continue cultivating flow so all the hard stuff can slide off your healthy nervous system a bit better. πŸ’•

Interdependence Day: Present (7/2–8, 2024) πŸŒ‘

I am embarking on a semi-solo excursion πŸ₯ΎπŸ₯Ύ another of my annual Independence Day retreats, this time accompanied by a handful of other seekers who want to go out camping and go in to their intuitive centers. Finding sacred flow states and practicing deep/long unwinding, as a statement of self love, and love for Earth's living systems and natural processes. πŸ•οΈπŸŒβ€οΈ

As emergence would have it, this year I'm going to be camping very close to a place I first encountered and communed with 2 years ago. Here's the blog from that splendid extended solo trip. I recommend this oneβ€”it's worth a read as you might be beginning to reflect on your own "independence day" plans this week!

This year a bite-sized handful of friends will be joining me at my campsite, while also adopting a practice of their own solo, nearby nature communing. I'll just be holding it down / keeping the frequency for any sweet friend who wants to join. ✌️

<– Could this be you? Are you feeling called to the woods and to self-discovery? Do you wanna join? Text me if so. It might be possible, at any moment over the next six days, for us to "synch up" if you reach out to me for camping details. Equally possibly, starting tomorrow morning I might be fully out of πŸ“Ά service until July 8. πŸ€·β€β™€οΈ To connect or not to connect? And when and how and in what combinations? The fun thing about an emergence-centric trip like this is... you never know just WHAT's going to take place. ...But feel free to text me and we'll see! πŸ‘€

Moon Dunes: Near Future (8/17–20, 2024) πŸŒ•

Not even two months after Purge Church, and another ceremonial offeringβ€”this one by invite onlyβ€”is blossoming from the sculpted sand dunes of southern Colorado. Called Moon Dunes... let's just say it's worth inquiring within about. 🏜️

When I was first crafting this offering as a group ceremony / outing in 2022, I created this blog and this unique set of spoken sermons to prepare participants' hearts and minds. I just lifted the paywall so now all can access these rewilding-themed sermons. πŸ•ŠοΈ

Here's the first recording in the series, Space.

(And here's its sister recording, Death. πŸ˜‰πŸ’€πŸ‘»)

Hyperpresent (10:20pm July 1)

I'm tired. 😫 Been packing and organizing and savoring my last day at home today. It's past my bedtime. 😴

But I couldn't just disappear woods-ward without saying goodbye to you, my beloveds. πŸ‘‹

Not anymore. For I'm not just accountable to Gaia anymore, but also to you. And that feels wicked good to me. πŸ‘Ή

Invocation At the Threshhold

The pontification πŸ“š will come. Oh just you wait.

But this summer. It's all about being in the BODY. Allowing the Body's deep wisdom to synchronize the wavelengths in our minds and integrate deep embodied knowings. Because we're going to need to be clearer on who we are and what we're doing by the end of summer. Just trust me on this one.

Let yourself unwind and trust the understanding and joy you find there.

Fractal Praxis celebrates the intelligence that can be generated, forged, produced originally, directly from the process of body-soul communion.

By focusing our life-energy (attention) on these potentials, we transform our futures and our pasts. This I know.

Almost all of us were raised in disembodied (dissociated), traumatized, and far too MIND-centric ways.

Get back in the body. Live from there. And you'll find the answers capable of sustaining you through even the rockiest waters. πŸ›Ÿ

For your mind might be wondering now– πŸ§ πŸ’­

Q: From what monstrous mad yin abyss has all this emergent complexity unfurled? And HOW? ☯️

A: I've chosen / been chosen for, and have been practicing an intrinsic Way for ~15 years. It's the way that lets Goddess/Gaia steer Through me, with everything I know, and everyone I am. ☸️

I do what must be done. Andβ€”by natureβ€”I must do Gaia/Goddess' will.

Becauseβ€”by natureβ€”this is the greatest meaning and ultimate Offering of my own life within this web of all-being. πŸ•ΈοΈ

GO INTO YOUR BODY AND LISTEN

TRUST THE PROCESSES THAT UNFOLD FROM THERE

ALLOW YOUR SOUL TO REVEAL ITSELF

AND BE RESHAPED BY THE ENCOUNTER

NOTHING ELSE MATTERS MORE

❣️

MAY IT BE SO

SO IT IS

NOW!

-C.

-witch cackle spookily dissolving into the distance- 🧹