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What peace looks like to me.

This is segment 4 of my inspired climb up the vibrational scale this weekend. I knew that to get good things, I must focus on good things, and I used pleasant memories to do that. I’ll go through some of them here. I apologise in advance, it’ll probably be a long one, this really makes me feel good.


Peace to me feels like the private clothing-optional spiritually-open camp that Nathan and I used to frequent (kids & then Covid rules deterred that for a long while). It was so safe, and so secure, and so accepting that even at nearly 300 pounds I could lay naked in the sun. Peace is that feeling of knowing that it’s truly okay and safe to just be me, absorbing beautiful suns’ rays, no matter what that looked like to others. Peace was knowing that there were others of every body type, every age, every gender identity, every sexual identity, and many religious preferences, all doing the same thing. We were all finding immense pleasure experiencing nature’s bounty in our god given skin, being 100% authentic. The overwhelming knowing that everyone is not only safe to be themselves, but accepted as themselves, was so very relieving.

The organization that created that environment went to great lengths to ensure that it was sacred safe ground. They cloaked the land in energy so strong that just stepping foot there soothes nerves. It is so laden with divine goodness that nearly anything goes. You can literally do anything you want as long as it doesn’t create a problem needing external support (police, fire, ambulance). Even drunken debauchery was well accepted, you could participate or not, whatever you want, and everyone knew that. We knew we didn’t have to tell others what not to do, if we didn’t think it was appropriate for ourselves we just didn’t participate. If you did participate in activities like that, even the after effects were lessened compared to external environments, i.e. hangovers were lowered in severity.

Many trips to that place brought many things to appreciate. There were woods and paths to hike, naked if you so choose. There was a big pond/small lake to swim in, canoes and row boats to float in. There was a giant 4 story stairmaster called the main stairs that went from the co-ed bathouse to the ridge where events happened. There was ample camping with options to choose from. They all bring moments of joy for me.

Everytime I would get to the stairs I would pause. People would always ask if I was okay, or offer that I could do it- I could make it up/down them. But my pause was never about the physical experience of climbing stairs, even at 300 pounds I knew I could, and fairly easily, only multiple trips got hard. No my pause was appreciation. The view from the top down, dozens of half naked or wholly naked people making the trek. Beautiful sun filtering through tree’s leaves, critters scurrying along side the same staircase not concerned about the people knowing they were equally safe to just be. It was absolutely beautiful and breathtaking. The view from the bottom equally beautiful, especially watching everyone’s butts twitch in unison as they climbed steps. There was always just something so amazing, exciting and peaceful all at the same time. Even writing this I feel my words are not quite good enough for the moment I always took to savor.

The lake, it was just plain safe fun. I remember the first time a fish nibbled my toes and sent me squealing out of the water. I remember swimming, knowing it was already safe, and hearing a man yell ‘freeze’ as a water moccasin made it’s way through the maze of swimmers. We did, we all just stopped splashing, and the snake didn’t even care we were there. It swam an arms length from me, unfazed that I was floating in it’s territory, that is safety. And the big snapping turtle, someone speculated was probably nearly 100 years old because of it’s size, it never did bother us. I always felt like it would swim just out of the humans area to see what we were up to. I think the turtle found us as entertaining as we did it. I can’t count the number of hours I spent swimming in that lake cooling down from my hours basking in the sun. Every trip to camp brought one singular sunburn, often that tanned before we even left camp, I always did come prepared for that. One summer was so hot the sunburn actually was significant and my aloe didn’t cut it. I went to the herbalist that hooked me up with very expensive miracle salve, handmade for healing, and it did- quickly. One jar was enough for several self-baking disasters, and that particular sunburn, though severe, healed in hours with just a few applications of the salve. My skin was grateful.

There was the garden where I would swing, watching bees and hummingbirds do their job. A wide array of flowers and sculptures to gaze upon. The butterflies would swarm in a beautiful cluster and land on your arms, hands, shoulders, and face if you held still enough to let them.

There was a hill by the lake, perfectly round with mulberry and willow trees around the edges, called Venus Mound. We all knew the rattlesnakes had their den under Venus Mound, but if you were quiet and peaceful they would share the hill during prime basking time. It was just a matter of acknowledgement of their presence and respect of their needs too. All who were respectful were safe, and often the snakes would move to accommodate you. That was always awe inspiring for me, though I never tested that very much myself (there is a scardy cat hiding deep inside me).

The most notable experience for me though, out of all of it, was when I learned decompression and re-entry the hard way. My first trip to camp I had never been such a place. It took me a solid day to decompress and begin to feel the relief and realize just how special camp was. You see in daily life we all play roles, and often those roles seem to pigeonhole us into being or acting a certain way. All of life seems to function that way. And I had been told that people whom frequent camp have jobs in every field: doctors, lawyers, police officers, EMTs, blue collar workers, everything; and it is their only safe place, that’s why pictures are not allowed unless direct permission is given. So part of me believed that I was safe, but I’d never really truly lived an experience like that and it just sank in really slowly. After we set-up camp I changed into shorts and a tank top but was otherwise dressed like someone at the store in the summer. Then I started wandering and meeting people. There were a few like me still in civilian clothes, mostly still setting up their campsite. Everyone already set-up seemed to be nearly naked and oh my was it a learning experience. The first woman I saw bigger than me, fully naked, was hugging a twig of a transgender person. I damn near cried and retreated into the woods to hide my blush and remove my bra. Then I met some of the camp elders, showing their age, but freely enjoying camp as much as someone a third their age. And on and on it went. By the end of the first day I managed to go topless with just a sarong on my bottom half. By day two I found the freedom of “naked as a jay bird” in the trees. It was exillirating and amazing. 4 days were spent like that before pack up and the trip home. I had to really convince myself that it was okay and worth while to go back to “normal”. Once home and back to work, it felt almost painful. It took 3 days to readjust to “normal”. My spirit definitely prefers camp, and hates the low vibration of rules and regulations and people telling each other what to do an how to be. I see that, in general, society still has enough really low vibrational people that screw things up for everyone else, that rules are somewhat vital and necessary. However, I definitely would prefer a life lived the way that camp functions. People responsible for themselves allowing others to do as they please as long as it causes no problems for the whole. People openly accepting everyone as who they are, in the entirety of that sense. I look forward to days where or collective vibration raises enough to enable that.

So yes, camp to me is a huge symbol of peace, tranquility, openness, acceptance, freedom, and being 100% truly authentic to your core being. That is what I want to see more of in this world.


I wanted to add a couple more common-place examples of peacefulness and acceptance which we all experience at some point in our lives. Something that we can all reach for the feeling place of. My words about camp may be inspiring, but if you’ve not had a similar experience you might have difficulty reaching for that feeling place.

Hugs, are one such feeling place that nearly everyone experiences at some point in their life. It might be a parent to child, co-workers over a successful work event, significant-others/spouses expressing love, friends in greeting or as support, or even that of hugging a pet. What all hugs have in common is the feeling of love. It is that warm sensation that spreads from your heart. It brings similes to lips and sometimes tears to eyes. It radiates in and all around, making you feel special, supported, and safe. It’s calming yet oddly invigorating. In the moment of any hug, if you close your eyes, it is like God is holding you as their baby. You know you are safe and that the person you are hugging does care in whatever way that moment is celebrating. Even better are the hugs of unconditional love: parents consoling children and lover’s embraces. Those moments carry a love so strong it obliterates everything outside of it. Time stands still and the moment is just the people present. Nothing outside of those arms’ embrace matters and your whole being is enveloped in love. You can almost hear angels sing and there’s a sense of fairies’ sprinkles of magic dust all around. You simply know all is well and it is safe to just be for a moment, however long of a moment you choose. That moment of unconditional-love hugs, is a very similar feeling place to many of my camp memories. It is the same feeling place that God resides, and that connection with the one whom you are hugging is allowing God force to flow in and all around both of you. It is healing and uplifting. It is life affirming. It is a moment of perfection that shifts everything in your experience to a more positive place. It is your freedom to be who you are. Savor every ounce of those moments, remember them frequently. Let them help you even when you can’t recreate that experience in the now. They are God’s gifts to our memory and our thoughts.

Finally, I see children playing happily as another of those moments. It doesn’t have to be your own children, any children you know will do (don’t be a playground creep). When you notice them playing happily, really notice them. Watch their faces, see the sparkle in their eyes. Listen to the giggles and squeals of delight. In those moments children are flowing God. If they sound too loud, it’s because you are too grumbly (I know this from my own experience). Take a moment to check yourself and relax. Really enjoy the fact that they are happy. Truly take a moment to savor their joy. See if you can figure out what is bringing that joy, see if you can feel the ripple of it. Feel for the uplifting sensations, the energetic playfulness that spills forth. If you can feel it and savor it, it will bring more and similar into your experience. If you don’t have access to watching children, then try to remember some moment like that from your own childhood. Those memories can get buried pretty deep under “have to’s” and “should do’s” but they are still in your memory banks somewhere. Reach and dig until you find one and focus so intently you relive the moment. Feel how happy you were, remember how much fun you were having. Those are our blessings just like hugs. Those moments allow God to flow through us and do wonderous things. They feel good and they bring good. We all have those moments somewhere if we allow ourselves to find them again.

The more we focus on these feelings, these moments of peace, of joy, of loving acceptance, the more our world will improve. Let’s all savor our blessings hidden in our memories.


May you have good thought journeys that end up in the highest vibrations possible. May you see and feel our expansion as a collective. May you simply know you are free to be yourself in any and every way possible. May you have safe, uplifting, life affirming environments to recharge in. May you know that God loves and supports you in all that you do and wants you to know true freedom and safety. May you have more and more good days and find the healing that God knows you deserve.

Om Shanti

Where’s the magic?

Between watching She-Ra with my kids, and one too many news-feed induced conversations with people in my world, I’m left asking “Where is the magic?”

In the context of my now, the magic is the God force, mystical energies of everything. “All that is, all that was, and all that ever will be.” – Carl Sagan

Magic really always was for me, my mystical everything. As a teen I learned it wasn’t my secret. Allister Crowley defined magic as “The art of creating change in conformity with will.” I have known that definition for over 20 years now. Abraham Hicks, and many others in the thought revolution, discuss this with more straightforward terminology, and Hicks labeled this thought revolution “The Law of Attraction”. The concept is the same, focus and create change merely with thoughts. The law of Attraction may be science from Quantum Science’s perspective, but in the practical experience of reality, it really is magic.

Now watching She-Ra with my kids, my inspiration is renewed.

I see parallels between the Prime Horde and the Borg of Star Treck. They were both concerned with uniformity, conformity, sameness, enough to completely squelch the individual and connect them to hive mind. And I see the parallels in the now.

I don’t generally support conspiracy theories because they are just that: theories. Moreso, they tend to inflate fears that could be completely unfounded. However, I’ve noticed an overarching theme with media and people in general these days.

Two sides of a coin. You’re with us or against us mentality. You’re either conservative and tow that line, or you’re liberal. Both sides arguing the other is wrong, and neither allowing for individuals: unique, special, and allowing for more. Neither showing tolerance for individuality, neither showing appreciation of blended beliefs and preferences. Both sides are being the Horde, and the media today inflates and encourages this mentality.

It’s really very similar to the story line of She-Ra, in that the First Ones and the Horde were in a battle to claim the stake of being right and convincing everyone to follow their sameness. Unfortunately, in that story line, the Horde couldn’t control magic and it became their weakness (ultimately a good thing). The first ones however learned how to marry magic and technology and got greedy for the power gleaned, eventually causing their own demise.

I see the parallels between our division in the world today, and those two fictional factions.

We do have a greedy few that know and understand the Law of Attraction, and they are slowly working on their own demise, they may control their followers now and tell them what to believe, but like First Ones they will eventually fail and loose everything.

Yet there is this other side that just really pushes sameness, supposedly as being safer. They are very similar to the Horde, and our media today only encourages and inflates everything as related to that. I would argue that the medical industry is a large contributor to that side. Alas, just as the Horde could not control magic and ultimately lost, so too will sick-care and industry bent on everyone acting, doing, behaving, in a certain way, to be safe.

I personally want nothing from either side. I am that unique, middle ground, reaching for better.

I know about the magic. Sometimes I could definitely be better at using it, but at least I understand how. Yet, I really want to share it with everyone willing to learn how to use it responsibly. I do feel like She-Ra defending magic, and all uniqueness, as I’m still learning to wield it’s power myself.

She-Ra has inspired me to keep trying, and keep practicing, and keep reaching for better. It has revived my inspiration of Tessering from “Wrinkle in Time”. It has given me visuals to encourage my work as a healer, and the Reiki energy flows stronger and stronger every time I practice the new visuals. Between all of it, the inspiration is definitely launching me towards better.

I know I am getting better at using thought to create change. I’m just not certain that I will ever defeat the Horde(s) as She-Ra was able. I’d love to. I’d love to see a world full of uniqueness, so I’ll keep focusing to give it a fair shot. But either way, I know I will eventually create my Atira. My community at least, will be a safe haven for those of us willing to live in acceptance of the individual and mixed beliefs and preferences. My community will be open and loving and magical without greed. My community will help people to master magic responsibly. I look forward to that day.

For now I am enjoying a little magic using plastic eggs and toy cars. I built a little model as a focus tool. It takes a little imagination, but you can see the founder’s home (big yellow double dome), the temple and community services center (purple cluster), the business complex (blue green L shaped complex), and the community living area (small domes, yellow and purple). The blue blanket is to represent the pond/lake I hope to have at the center of my Atira, with hiking trails all around.

Now I’ll play with my kiddos to enact things that would happen at Atira. That’s the fun part!

May you have fun moments of magic in your life. May you know we are not alone, and that uniqueness is more precious than anything pushed as sameness or safety. May you know that the God force of magic is more healing than any medicine, vaccine, or sick-care treatment. May you know you are healthy and strong and capable of great things. May you know that God loves and supports you no matter what and in all things you do. May you know you are always whole, safe, and loved just as you are.

Om Shanti