Teachers, Healers & Initiates

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Many of the people devotedly espousing positive perspective – teaching on energy, manifestation and the laws of attraction are white, middle class-to- wealthy, privileged and most generally immune to any of the ramifications the present administration represents to the marginalized citizens of this country. This does not diminish the love and deep humanity within the teacher’s intention.  Still, we might consider that most of us remain untouched by the objectives our new president threatens in daily words, and substantiates through daily actions. This is not true of all, nor is it a judgment of any. This perspective is available as a consideration to those who wish to express loving compassion to communities of which they may not be a part – and who may recognize a disconnect between their experience, and that of those most affected by the conditions facing marginalized groups in America.


It is easy, and reasonably effortless for a white spiritualist to announce to the world that it is their fear that brings their condition. A condition with regard to Black people that our white ancestors perpetrated on them to the magnitude of  genocidal scale. The privilege from which we consistently benefit – in ways so intricate and enduring – may not be the place from which to advise with such insouciant ease. By such cavalier delivery these become dismissive platitudes of contemporary spiritual perspective, not so well received by a mother at home whose child was killed in the streets – not because of a crime but because of his or her color. The words may not be relevant to entire communities of Brown people facing deportation to a country they never knew – or in the dividing of families that love and live as bound in familial devotion and dependency as any. Or by Muslim Americans, refugees and extended families who risk being rejected or deported to a country in which they may be killed upon returning, or for remaining in – while by being here, under this president, they now risk violence, discrimination, humiliation and attack. No soft place to land – or to restore and have that moment of peace, a deep breath for most would otherwise bring.


Healers, Teachers and Initiates espousing universal law and elevated consciousness may want to weigh more carefully their compassion, unless they are only addressing white privileged Americans, and have no plans of including others. Consciousness, Healing … first comprehend from a place of compassion and empathy, and then seek to endow with relevant wisdom. Seeking first to understand and then to advise is what creates relevance, receptivity and relationship.


Imagine if you will, a scenario in which people with coexist bumper stickers are targeted by police and stopped for no reason. Imagine that among traffic stops, a majority of confrontations ending in death occur. Imagine that communities like Sedona, Ojai, Taos, Big Sur, and all the others with concentrations of teachers, healers, initiates and seekers, were centers for this kind of violence and persecution. Envision for a moment that it were directed always toward people identifiable as Reiki, Shamanic , Yoga practitioners and instructors, Peace Walkers, Light Workers and self –described people of consciousness – and no one else.


Imagine if our places of practice and instruction were consistently threatened and targeted for bombings, meditation centers randomly and regularly set ablaze by arsonists. People wearing crystals or medicine bags around their necks having them pulled off in public buildings, threatened and subject to rages and public attack on aircraft, public transit, in school rooms, malls, playgrounds – in line at concerts … and on. Would you have fear? Would you be open to the statements that your passion to bring it to an end would be deemed part of the problem? When you protested the lack of response, or a president who promised to eradicate you – or bring you to heel – what would your response be? This place of comprehension – if we are able –   is the place of empathy.


Until this image and these considerations have touched and illuminated our vision and our calling – we are just dispensaries for platitudes – useful only to our own echo-chambers of spiritual practice – and of little to our broader communities or the world. We can all preach to the choirs of our circles. We will always hear the uplifting amens that let us know we are loved and on our path – deeply connected with our communities. For Healers however – the place we’re most often called to is the place of suffering. How can we be of service with no comprehension of what that suffering looks and feels like – and no contemplation of the burden broad enough to begin to assist in lifting it.

Finding the place within another that shares the place within ourselves – enough to be of service – requires more from us than to understand encyclopedic attributes of Universal Law. Much of the law exists between us.    Not until we understand each other, can we speak on the fullness of that law. 



Artwork attribution;  Sergiy Lukutin – Ukraine  





Pragmatism Or Powerlessness


Democrats, independents, progressives, people of conscience; we’re in the minority now in a way we haven’t been in recent history – on new terrain never before traversed. We don’t face the type of majority opposition we’ve experienced in the past. Across the aisle might as well be across the abyss with respect to behavioral norms and established conventions. We no longer sit across from an opposition with the moral center progressives have demonstrated when we have been in the majority. We face a congress who never realized any repercussions for bold and even illegal obstruction. This emboldened, oath-breaking display by corruption-happy  actors in citizens employ are not tempered to fairness or compassionate to reason.

The desperation revealed in the past eight years –  racist actions against a president of color has contorted reciprocal honor into mercenary advantage, and Christian Right ethics to reprobation. The use of taxpayer dollars to malign and even destroy opponents. The dismissal of treasonist acts against our nation by citizens to foreign interests, because those acts in this election favored personal and party profit – both politically and financially. The hypocrisy of ethical demands honored by progressives, while conservatives now openly dismiss the very same they insisted receiving from us, and did. All reciprocity in established norms receive conscienceless  disregard for mutuality. Not only arrogantly and maliciously denied, but literally exploited for show, laughing and mocking without shame from their new position of power.

A president and congress Installing in almost every department, executives who disdain the offices under their new purview of leadership, to the degree that some believe their own departments should be abolished. Departments created to preserve human rights, environment, safety and financial ethics, transparency and accountability – eliminated.

A group whose first orders of business were to eliminate ethics oversight, and place the discourse by republican caucus behind closed doors rather than open to media and the public. Essentially, allowing the discussions about the laws American’s all will live under to be secret meetings as they discuss the reasoning for enacting any of our laws.

None of this is new information to anyone reading it. But collectively – this list, and the many other line items you could add to it represent an intent which we cannot combat by votes – and it’s towering. We can’t combat these by pleas of conscience or morality to an unapologetic and truant body of elected ‘private self-servants’ making hay with their temporary but almost sovereign power.

So what will be important – vital – is public voice. Remembering to add our support more broadly when asked. Lean in on issues that aren’t necessarily those we usually champion – perhaps for noble reasons such as staying in our lane when we know more qualified activists speak eloquently enough on those issues affecting them. We need each other now more than ever before. We’ll have to lean in and lend mass to more issues than we have in the past – and ask for that from others because it is the only currency – the only leverage we will have in preserving human and civil rights currently under wholesale attack.

Ask and educate those less familiar with your cause – and be willing to listen and support causes ours may not have felt called to before. The question not being “is this issue mine” but rather, “is my absence its demise?” As MLK said – “we’re all n the same boat now.”

Anyone sinking, is all of us sinking.

We can stay afloat through this – Together

Other Plans


Someone riding with me in my car yesterday posed a rhetorical question. I’m glad it was rhetorical, though disappointed it was asked with the conspicuous disdain so many carry for the people in their own communities with mental health problems – or in the late stages of drug and alcohol addiction, and the distinguishable toll it places upon their bodies, demeanor – their heart and soul.

These are questions people pretend to ask in order to make a statement – remarks about human beings that reflect a pallor of disingenuousness. A ruse against the appearance of fostering a calculated idea. Speaking without the accountability of ownership. Talking dirt without soiling the breath with the stench of their own intention. This is so often how we speak of those left abandoned by a society suffering its own illness. It is trusted that a certain method of inference and euphemism can politely carry our bigotry, racism, classism – any of our “isms” couched in the etiquette of dog whistles – and other finger bowls of mendacity that seat neatly among ingraved place settings and feigned human concern.

This woman – dehydrated – gaunt – once  vibrant, beautiful and full of optimism. You could see where laugh lines once showcased sparkling eyes … now set in deep hollow pockets under a dull haze of isolation and perceived valuelessness. Hope hanging lusterless and worn as her dark wizened skin. The lack of sympathy my passenger seemed to have for her, I found myself somehow having for him – for his depleted humanity. I guess because I hope I never lose the place in me that sees myself behind her eyes. It is the single awareness I fear I might allow myself to repress.

I answered the question he asked of me without really knowing her story. “She had other plans, I can promise you”, I told my passenger, as I pulled up and handed her a bottled water and a five through the window. “What if she buys drugs”, he asked. That is a question I simply ignored. I wonder what any of us would do … with no place we will ever belong.

She isn’t huddled in my entryway with an odor of ammonia in musty deteriorating rags. I imagine she finds it better not bathing anymore, but I can’t be sure. She seemed as though she felt safer unapproachable and unloved than she did with someone looking her in the eye – and yet, I know I saw gratitude. That “thank you” for just seeing me. Knowing I am in here ….

I don’t know what the answer is. I wish I did. But I made a vow a long time ago – to look every person in the eye – especially when saying no to them, when I can no longer hand another dollar or a five.

I believe one thing with my whole heart. If every person were given the basic human dignity of mere acknowledgement … the lives of many would change. But none more than that of those who look at the faces they once avoided – on streets they will never fully know.

Image Credit ~ Laurin Rinder

Setting Intention in The Setting Sun of Solstice

Summer Solstice arrived again. I sat there stalled… knowing it really was time to clear. Time to recognize my intention and see what I had set it upon.

We often think of setting intention without looking at where we left it last … or how far from there it drifted when at long last left unmoored. Intention is always there. We think to consider intent at auspicious and naturally supported times. Times like Solstice, as I am doing now – when the real and the symbolic sunlight leaves less dark for us to hide of ourselves – the parts that are work to see. So we ceremonially look at this shadow side by placing intention that we should see it. While forgetting still, the enormity of intention sustained, in keeping the dark as a place to hide it.

It isn’t evil we hide in our hearts… but the secret of how and where we are broken


We can be in so many places at the same time by intention. Even more still, if we confuse intention with the ideas of “wanting” or “thinking.” Pieces of us hidden in layer upon layer, one underneath the other. If we believe of ourselves that intent is the powerful and creative force aligning purpose with destination – seed with fruition – and that we found it waiting for us whole and unoccupied with no peeling-away or digging-up to find it. Claiming our intention proudly when the universe is working favorably on our behalf… while it carries us to the height from which may actually be our next lesson in falling. Do we simply create another layer to rest ourselves upon until it slips into expanding dark, while our vision like the days run shorter? Intention like solstice can be a cycle for expansion in purpose –  or merely a pattern that goes around one more time.

A teacher in my life spoke of this near the time my spouse David was preparing for his death – and while I prepared to be here without him. David asked me to see my heart. To see all of it – fully- with the love and compassion that he did. I knew what he meant. This Mystic I loved and married knew what he sustained in me … and was handing me the reins. Every time I sat in front of him, I knew I was completely naked. At first you want to cover up… hide parts of you. But then you discover how wonderful it is to sit uncovered – to be fully seen in the gaze of eyes not merely unoffended – but even enraptured. I began looking at my naked heart as he did- and feeling to cover parts of it again. I’m alone, and I am uncomfortable sitting naked with myself – and even that truth of myself I kept hidden.

It isn’t evil we hide in our hearts… but the secret of how and where we are broken. No sooner had I asked myself to sit naked, than did all I was protecting show of itself. You don’t get to look, find and free yourself just once like in hide and seek. There is no olly-olly-oxen-free for things hidden of our heart. No, this is a broken relationship, if we are not cultivating, caring for and nurturing it by growth. Spiritual seeking – our path to enlightenment – whatever you wish to call it. This pilgrimage holds the same opportunity for us to hide and to seek – equally, discriminately, and thoughtfully unaware.

This teacher and Shamanic Practitioner I mentioned;  In the midst of this contemplation, presents to us what he referred to as “Spiritual Bypass.” In his words with his permission if you’re reading this; spiritual bypass, which is the use of spiritual beliefs to avoid doing one’s inner work. Spiritual bypass is a way of avoiding shadow – aspects of oneself that one does not wish to acknowledge.” Tomas Bostrom

I didn’t catch this minor detail within myself. I could see this among others – as though it were others that haven’t the willingness and fortitude to look fully at themselves – their motives – their shadow. And under this shadow judgment, is where I hid my own. Who would have ever looked there? Not me.

I’ve long said- “If you’re lying to yourself, I won’t brand you as lying to me.” To find my own aversions hidden underneath my integrity – genius! But I know I can’t now keep both. You can’t, once seen – not and live powerfully and masterfully in your purpose. Do I keep my aversions or my integrity? A question we all face of ourselves. This is the core of intention. This is where my work begins – perhaps everyone’s.

Just as I could only give my whole heart to someone from whom I could not hide parts of it. To be whole, I have to learn to equally acknowledge my light as well as my shadow. This is where my intent belongs – if it is ever to be of service – if it is ever to be undivided.

David Bruce Fitzpatrick

I’ve never felt such a hard and deepening blow as the departure and absence of David from my life. Still, I am unable to use the word ‘loss’, even in the wake of tremendous grief and heartbreak. The gift of David has been too profound … too enormous … too exquisite to use a word like ‘loss’ in describing anything to do with him. It’s impossible to voice the privilege I feel for every minute we’ve shared… every moment of living our lives.

I don’t think I really knew this degree of love or the fullness of truly living before David. Certainly not of the intimacy that is possible when we embrace each other, and embrace ourselves. I didn’t know that about intimacy … the part about embracing ourselves. Not until he showed me.

Sharing one’s death is no less of a privilege, and certainly no less intimate than sharing one’s life. There wasn’t a single moment that didn’t contain David’s seamless grace. As his energy became less available, David Bruce simply expended it with discernment and reserve for the most important, the most honoring and relevant uses – still giving its proportion freely and purposefully to others.

There has been a magic in all of this. The precise people showing up at the precise time for the precise purpose and service … as though he choreographed even the moment of his departure. I almost hesitate to write that part down here. It sounds so …. well, so much the way those things sound. But too many of us sat in awe of that precision and grace for me to wonder if it were only imagined. Magic doesn’t surprise me much anymore. I’ve rather come to expect it.

Anyway … David and I both put this video together. He appreciated watching me work on things like this. He liked having me move the photos around and enjoyed the unexpected thoughts and conversation it inspired. David enjoyed seeing the moments we all shared, and also those he shared before me. So this isn’t just something I’m putting up here ….. it’s from David. I added a few additional photos and selected some music for it. He left that up to me. So as much as this slide video is in memory of David – it is equally David’s remembrance to those he loved – and he wanted me to share it with you.

David loved seeing you … thinking of you. He viewed this through most of its iterations. Often a number of times. I can tell you this for sure. David loved the people in his life. He loved you …..