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Doin’ it for the Fans

Copy of Out Front Magazine with my horoscopes and additional articles I found in a local business

When you go to a local business and the staff says they love your horoscopes I get a lot of love for my horoscopes and I’m always so flattered to get good fan reviews!

The July issue of Out Front comes out Friday. Check out my horoscopes next month below!

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Fashion as Prayer

Wearing some of my designs. My launch got messed up when I got banned from Etsy. This is from my “Fashion as Prayer” line. I created these pieces intentionally to be worn to inspire peaceful mindfulness and enlightenment. I’ll post better pics soon. They are also created to glue in black light to wear during intentional dance. If you want to see these and more designs, visit https://www.etsy.com/shop/RippedLaceMTV

Celebrating the Solstice

Happy Summer Solistice! My partner, Zee made a quiche with spinach from a Unity Temple member’s home garden. Then we painted astrology symbols for the Borge boarder!

The Borge is a little wet because we just watered it but it’s healthy. My friend I garden with, Linda (she rubs our community garden) says the Borge is doing really well. You can do all kinds of cool stuff with the flowers — I read they taste great in wine. So I’m excited to be caring for Borge.

Hope you had a good Summer Solstice too!The days get shorter from here on out.

Happy Pride!

We’re ready for Pride at Unity Temple! Our flag blew away a couple of times but I finally got it to stay. It says “Everyone is welcome here.”

The Ghost of Magdalena Tarot Magazine

Let there be Peace on Earth and Let it Begin with Me

Denver:My Town

It’s tough out there but I’m lucky to have stable housing and a stable job. That is so much more than so many others these days.

I don’t know who I’ve told and who I haven’t because I’m usually private about where I live but this living situation is a little different. My housing puts me in a visible role in the community. In January I moved into a spiritualist church to be the caretaker of Unity Temple, located in a historic home.

It’s been quite the adventure but it’s rewarding. I currently work with the Unity Temple board, a day homeless shelter in the basement, Hope, a local community garden organization, Grow Colorado, and local groups who use the space like Amanda EK’s creative circle and more. I make sure the space looks good for meetings and services and also report maintenance issues. I shovel snow, mow grass, trim rose bushes, water plants and keep the energy here positive and balanced.

I also have my own projects like beautifying the grounds with help from
Ashton Cabot and Xzavier Cangas. We’ve been taming a very overgrown yard, planting and also planning a fire pit. I also got the OK to reach out to local beekeepers and bring bees to the backyard, build a little library and paint some murals in the back yard. It’s been empowering to be a part of the team that uses and takes care of this building. I’m now on the board’s grant writing committee now so we can get money for much needed repairs.

Overall, this position is teaching me how to become a community organizer to prepare me to run for local office in the next 10 years. I believe that change starts on the local level and it can be a pinpoint like changing things on your block and letting that radiate outwards. For me, it’s even more localized — I’ve been bringing change radiating out from my home. Too many people watch NBA like politics with superstar politicians not doing anything. It’s time to bring power back to our communities and make changes with state and city laws since Washington is a lost cause.

We sing “Let peace begin on earth and let it begin with me” at the end of services. I feel a connection with those words even more as I work to make positive change happen in these dark time.

Denver sure has taken care of me I appreciate that, and now I’m giving back.

Ripped Lace MTV Launch

I’m getting ready to officially launch my clothing brand Etsy: Ripped Lace with some designs you can catch me on the street in.

Plus a protest piece that I think will hit hard.

Www.Etsy.com/rippedlaceMTV

How the Scorpio Blood Moon Eclipse Taught Me to Heal

Friday the 13th and the full moon eclipse in Scorpio was a WILD RIDE. Full Moon in Scorpio always kicks my ass HARD and this year was no exception

I really should have put 2 and 2 together about the eclipse being in Scorpio because the Uranian and Martian energies were STRONG.

This story actually starts in 2020 where my mystical and mundane lives intersected over a pair of concert tickets.

Right before COVID I bought tickets with a Rosicrucian brother who is also a Martinist with me to see Ministry on tour with KMFDM and Frontline Assembly. Frontline Assembly and KMFDM dropped off the tour and Ministry Rescheduled so many times that time went by, things changed and my brother and I became estranged. I talked to the officers and our Masters about it. My brother refused to reply to me about the tickets to the show so I blocked him on Facebook and blocked his number. I was put off because it was never supposed to be a date so I didn’t know why my brother ghosted me. I thought it was really disrespectful but I still had to be cordial to him at the poranos because I didn’t want mundane drama to interfere with our mission of spreading light and love or our spiritual studies. I let my elders know that the rift between my brother and I would not bring drama to our community but I no longer considered him a friend.

I still went to see Ministry but I took my partner, Zee (pronouns they/them) with me instead. The band wasn’t my act of choice but I had the tickets for so long it was worth it to go. I was super sad I wasn’t seeing Frontline Assembly or KMFDM and the value of the tickets dropped so I lost money but the show was something like a bridge between pre and post COVID.

Then, a few weeks after the Ministry show, in the middle of a disagreement with my partner, we found out Frontline Assembly was coming on 5/12/22 to Denver so we bought tickets, kissed and made up.

I haven’t been watching the stars as closely as I used to since I switched to horoscope writing. Writing horoscopes is a different beast than the astrology predictions I did for the Tarot forecast. So I lost track of the idea a lot of Mars energy was afoot.

And Mar’s war drums hummed as the show got closer unnoticed.

Zee mentioned Frontline Assembly has a lot of Martian energy behind it the day before the show but I just nodded, ignoring we were heading into full moon in Scorpio on the night of the show.

It was great being at a Mars fueled dark dance party. I was having a great time looking cute and dancing. But when Frontline Assembly came on, all of a sudden I felt like my DNA was being scrambled. The music was so overwhelming I almost walked out. I wasn’t sure what was happening and at first my logical mind went to the sound guy really fucking up. But I asked zee if they thought the sound levels were really messed up and they told me they thought it was a little loud but it was clear zee wasn’t as affected as I was. I wondered if I’d contacted COVID because I felt something enter me and alter me. That is the only way I can explain it. But I apprehensively shrugged it off. Can someone really pinpoint the exact moment they contain COVID?

During the 2nd song the sound improved. I enjoyed the band (even though then didn’t play any of my favorite songs).

At the end of the show I picked up my jacket with the big rose on the back that I’d abandoned on a table. Someone else had put their jacket near mine so I held mine up to make sure I picked up the right one. The lights swept over the rose, lit it up and turned it bright blue.

“What does that mean?” I asked myself as the rose on my jacket blazed blue for a moment. I thought about how blue roses refer to secrets and I thought about the phrase “sub rosa” a saying that originated from telling secrets in rose gardens.

Outside the show

The next day I checked my e-mail and our Grand Master in the Martinists had sent out an e-mail to my class stating our beloved class master, Master Terry, passed away suddenly. I thought about the red rose turning blue on my jacket and about the fact it was Friday the 13th, an unlucky day with distant ties to my Order as well because of the slaughter of the Knights Templar in France on Friday, October 13, 1307.

Master Terry, first on the left along with a Martinist frater, sororos and myself

Not to mention the Blood Moon Eclipse coming in Scorpio.

I was aware I was riding straight into something but not sure what. The seeker in me opened to the unknown.

I did recognize that ever since the extremely confusing opening song at the concert, I felt off — not sick but not like myself. I went a went my weekend, working in the garden and seeing friends. Something wasn’t right but I thought it was too much Sun or not enough sleep.

Sunday, 5/15/22 I took a Shamanic journey with my Teacher Ashton under the blood moon. I was feeling sicker and sicker as we went on our urban moonlit hike. We watched the moon turn itself off and on again. I took a peppermint shot in honor of the eclipse and felt like I stabbed a dragon. Something roared in me and I knew that i wasn’t just feeling off, I was coming down with something.

I got home at 2 and woke up without taste or smell the next day. I took a COVID test and tested positive.

It was a decent into something like an upper layer of hell from that point on. I had to tell everyone I came into contact with while my eyes watered so much I couldn’t see anything. My partner ended up reading to me because all I could do is let water pour out of my eyes and nose.

The physical and spiritual planes overlap when illness takes hold sometimes. Fever and delirium make it difficult to tell the difference between above and below.

The 2nd day was very difficult. I wrapped my face up in a sakura patterned bandanna I got in Japan around my face because my eyes and nose were watering so much it was the only way to mange it. Zee said I looked weird just sitting there with a bandanna wrapped around my face and talking. We giggled about that. My doctor said he was happy I still had a sense of humor because even though my whole body hurt, I still had my sense of humor. But I was so uncomfortable it was impossible to rest. I had the telehealth because I was getting a sinus infection so I got antibiotics and steroids. I would have ridden it out but I knew the sinus infection needed treatment or it would prolong COVID.

It took until evening for my meds to be ready because Walgreens pharmacy was slammed. My doc said I was his 4th COVID patient if the day so it’s def going around. PSA: word to the wise: mask up, lay low and get friendly with the hand sanitizer.

Zee got my meds around 7 and we had dinner. I took the meds from my doctor and my body was like ::in Ash from Evil Dead’s voice:: “Groovy”. That’s when the real fight with COVID started.

Groovy

My thermometer kicked the bucket but I knew I had a high fever because all of a sudden it was like someone turned up the heat on the stove and my head felt like a pot about to boil. The fever spread pain throughout my body that was so intense I literally cried. It felt like when I had COVID in 2020 but no one thought COVID was here yet so I had to fight through that with no one knowing what was wrong with me.

At least this time I was prepared.

I took a shot of NyQuil, said a prayer of protection because I was going into battle with the virus and crossed over into the spirit realm somewhere between 9 and 10 o’clock.

I was quiet about Master Terry’s passing because I felt it was a private affair since she was a teacher in the Rosicrucians and Martinists. She transferred a lot of protected knowledge to me, taught me our signs and passwords, and was part of intiation ceremonies. But due to the nature of our Order, I called upon her to come to aid me last night and she showed up on the back of a white horse. She was radiant, like the picture of Blondie dressed in armor. Her silver hair was blowing and a ring of light was around her head.

How Master Terry Appeared to me while I battled COVID

Then we went into battle. I took a page from the playbook of a little boy who beat cancer and imagined my white blood cells as knight battling the virus – dragons that could turn into spikey balls.

It was a rough battle and it waged for 6 hours. My eyes popped open at 2 AM. My hair was drenched in dry sweat. I felt like I had been vomited up from a battle field, like I was covered in dust and grime.

But I felt SO MUCH LIGHTER. The pain was COMPLETELY GONE. My eyes were still watering and I was fucking exhusted but it was definitely a turning point. As i reconnected with the physical world, I heard my teacher say, “Now do you believe in metaphysical healing?”

I got up to take a shower and wash the battlefield off me. I absorbed her words and processed what she said. I had some personal revelations. I finished my shower and went back to sleep.

Since then, I feel like I was carried off the battlefield in a stretcher and am resting. I’m here and breathing and recovering but I am EXHUSTED. It was a hard fight last night but things are turning around now.

COVID recovery is so hard. I’m getting more battery life back every day but I’m still pacing myself and taking advantage of my leave. I want to be at full battery as much as I can when I have to go back to work on Tuesday.

I have enjoyed the extra down time to read. My reading list was really long and I’ve been able to wrap up some titles I’ve been taking my time with. It’s been satisfying getting in touch with my inner bibliophile

When I do have battery life, I have been planning projects like my garden and my graphic novel project. We’re planting in the garden Sunday and once I get paid for my writing I can get cracking on the graphic novel again.

I’ve also been applying to jobs for writing spirituality columns. I feel that I’m ready for a change. My current job has been making me sick with stress and I feel a change is crucial for my health after taking a lot of time to reflect on why I’m always sick.

COVID has been a kind of rebirth and I feel very different. something has changed. Some of the change is good like realizing I’m ready to embrace what I want in life more. Other things, like the fatigue and brain fog, and touch and go fever are scary.

And yes, I’m starting to believe in metaphysical healing, which was a huge barrier in my studies with my Order. Although it doesn’t work at all like I thought and I am thankful for Master Terry’s guidance from beyond.

For now, all I can do is focus on taking good care of myself [image error]

And for this I am thankful.

Fiat Lux.

COVID and Animal Abuse

I had a COVID fever dream in which a former friend who is an environmental scientist and I were at the meat counter (neither of us eat meat tho) at the grocery store. I asked her if she thought COVID came from a lab and she said yes. But I think we were at the meat counter in the dream because it literally came from ”the meat”.

I’m going to sound a tad Shamanic here but stick with me because COVID and I had a Shamanic journey under the blood moon together. I’ve been communicating with the sickness and the root of where it came from on a spiritual level since then. And it’s time to speak up. So if you think I sound crazy idgaf, but I feel perhaps that dream was a message from the poor animal that was the cause of this sickness. And after listening to the message in COVID, this is what I have to say.

I rarely get on a vegetarian high horse. But truthfully, I’ve been pescatarian for well over half of my life because of the abuse we hand over to the animal kingdom. When I was 8 I watched a 20/20 special on the stock houses and it was shocking. From that day forward I couldn’t eat meat without tapping into the sorrow and fear that brought my dinner to me. I would just start crying at dinner and shamefully hand a full plate back to my mom and tell her I was full.

Meat was also making me really sick. I had a bad, puffy, inflamed rash all over my face that would not go away.

I was also obese.

Around the same time, I heard a Bible passage about kosher meat and a preacher talking about why eating kosher was important to the Jewish people. The thing that struck me was how it was forbidden to eat meat that was not ethically handled and that made a lot of sense to me as a child after the graphic expose I watched.

The effects these these two events had on me made me approach my mom and tell her I thought what we are doing with our meat supply us wrong and ask her if she would support my decision to stop eating meat. And she did.

Then something surprising happened. The pounds melted off me like butter and the rash cleared up. I had a new body. I felt healed. And even though I was just a 3rd grader when the changes started I knew it was because I wasn’t eating meat and all the hormones from fear and all the chemicals they pump the meat full of were not in my diet any more.

So I’ve been outside the carnivorous way of life for 30 years. I have a different opinion than most because of that and although I keep my opinion to myself 99% of the time, I’m so sick I want to share my opinion. And if you don’t like it fucking fine. Keep scrolling. But this is what I think.

In my opinion, COVID is the way animal abuse feels. It’s all the fear and sickness and sadness and anxiety the animal felt who was caged for dinner when the cross over happened. they say these kinds of cross overs will happen more because of global warming . Have you noticed that they show stock house cages and pins being cleaned when a new cross over threat is on the horizon? If we respected the life we take, we would have less opportunities for the cross overs to happen. I’m not a scienctist or anyone important or smart, but I feel the power of animal abuse pumping through my body right now. That energy lives on through this virus and we all get to feel it who catch it.

It should be a wake up call.

I’m not a militant herbavor. If you eat meat that’s fine. But I implore you to be more conscious of where our meat comes from and the animal abuse in the supy chain. If anything, COVID should inspire humanity to treat the environment, animals and each other better. If not, the future looks pretty fucking bleak.

Coming soon … brick and mortar shop???

Can we just appreciate for a minute his my hair matches my shirt???

It’s been strange lately getting clear about what I want the next couple of years to look like career wise. I’ve been building Magdalena Tarot for almost 10 years and I sometimes feel frustrated that I haven’t been able to get a brick and mortar shop opened yet. Usually I feel that is obtainable “sometime in the future” in that fuzzy “2-3 year” outlook. But I keep going into hibernation and coming back only to take space again, usually because I don’t have the resources to quit my job and follow my dream of manifesting my brand’s full potential.

Magdalena Tarot Magazine was doing great. I had a loyal and growing number of people who faithfully read it. I got to teach astrology, tarot, share myMy brand went into a hibernation mode again because I take care of a spiritual center now (see books behind me) and I wanted to focus on running a space. I see taking care of a metaphysical church as an opportunity to learn how to run a public space.

One thing I’ve wanted to do in life is open a shop. I want to open a shop/alchemist corner and have for years, but I didn’t know what that would *look like* in it’s inception. I could see the big vision when the shop is successful but I couldn’t see how to actually move towards opening one. But by turning away from the attachment to an idea about the way the shop would open, I discovered the answer I was seeking.

I rent 2 rooms in the metaphysical center: one is my bedroom and the other is an attic area. I can run a small alchemist corner out of the large attic room I rent.

If the board approves, I will be holding a metaphysical craft class in the attic of the spiritual center once a month. People will pay in advance for supplies and we’ll explore what living a magical life means. My personal library will be accessible and I will also store my Etsy wares in the space and use it to get the shop running at full steam again. I want to have refreshments in the kitchen. I’m also planning a garden because I want my shop to have a beautiful garden and I can get the hang of gardening abd have been given a lot of freedom as to how I keep the grounds of the spiritual center.

All of this should help me get a clearer vision of the next step … probably a car … so I can stock the center as needed in bulk and buy flowers and decor to make the grounds look “magical”

So next … who wants to give me a car??

I guess I get all my good ideas in the spring.