Let Spirit Move

I am aware of the magnitude of this moment. My senses are on full alert. All of them.

The choice to be fully awake.
To come back to life after winter’s hibernation.
To remove our hands from our eyes and our ears.
To emerge — present.

Present to what is happening on every plane.

Present to the horror.
Present to the life bursting from soil.
To trees popping buds into blossom.
To birds layering new notes into the morning as crows depart and others return.

Present to the fall of empire.
To the collapse of systems that had no choice but to crumble.
Present to the suffering that keeps ramping up.
To the fear.
To the mistrust in our own bodies and of each other.

And also — present to the rising.

To the blossoming dream that lives in you — divinely planted in you and as you, on purpose, with purpose.

You are here. You’ve been seeded on this planet at this time.
You are not by accident.
The magnitude of your wholly presence is profound.

You and I are here with particular gifts, a unique shape, a unique moving sound wave. And I cannot think of more important work right now than coming into contact with the spiritual gifts unique in you — gifts meant to be wielded by you to meet this moment.

It would be easy — so easy — to collapse along with the systemic collapse into materialism, cynicism, or nihilism. To say the spiritual doesn’t matter. To dismiss the unseen as “woo” and useless when many of us are struggling with getting our basic needs met.

We are in chaos.
We are in crisis.
We are navigating systems unraveling.

And yes — it is critical that we meet material needs in our own lives and in the collective.

But Spring has a message for us: Seeds push through soil regardless.

Ideas, visions, spiritual capacities and powers— are rising too from just beneath surface of conscious awareness if we are willing to be the way and vessel.

This is not spiritual bypassing.
This is spiritual revolution.

During my recent sojourn in Egypt, something reawakened in me.

A remembering bubbled up from within me pushing off the lid of disconnection,  distraction and forgetting.

My younger self understood how important it was to develop spiritual gifts — to work consciously with the unseen, with subtle energy, with the extraordinary (which is both extra and ordinary).

I didn’t come to that awareness through comfort. I came to it the way many of us do — through immense pain and suffering.

On my journey to heal from the violence and wounds of my childhood, I began to realize that what I had once called coping strategies were actually the tip of something much larger — a wondrous iceberg beneath the surface. My spiritual gifts.

I remember sitting outside during my last inpatient mental health stay in my twenties, looking at a line of trees — and suddenly seeing their auras. To my own surprise. I wasn’t trying. I wasn’t performing. I was simply cracked open.

And in that moment, I knew there was more to life than I had been taught. More than survival. More than diagnosis. More than the story I had been handed.

There was another realm. Subtle. Alive. Life-giving.

And it had been there all along.

And so the revealing of more of who of my true Self is began.

I studied the etheric realm while training in massage and natural arts.
I practiced feeling subtle currents.
I saw light and color moving around living bodies.
I learned to perceive auras more clearly.
I learned to perceive and move energy in others.

These super-natural arts — which are actually natural — were once central in my life.

And then life demanded other things.

Raising a family.
Serving community through hardship.
Getting busy…surviving.

But Egypt reminded me of something essential:
Wholeness includes the supernatural naturally. And it always has.

Our fullness includes our subtle capacities.
Our spiritual gifts are not extracurricular.
They are part of our design.

And they are needed now.

There were moments in Egypt where the subtle and the physical were not separate. Where time felt layered. Where sensation extended beyond the boundary of skin. Where past and present touched.

This is not rare.
It is not abnormal.
It is not fantasy.

It is human. It is Reality.

We live in a magical, intelligent, multidimensional universe. We have simply been trained to ignore most of it.

Just as we are seeded with material gifts — intellectual brilliance, athleticism, artistic vision, musical genius — we are also seeded with spiritual capacities.

Healers.
Seers.
Clairvoyants.
Clairaudients.
Clairsentients.
Deep knowers.
Intuitive architects of what is not yet visible.

Many of these gifts have gone underground in us.
Some of them have felt unsafe to name.
Some were shelved because “more practical” things took priority.

But this season — this Spring — is calling them forward.

This is the work I am calling us to in March:

To get out of the way.
To fast from what numbs and distracts.
To abstain from what clutters and covers up.
To clear the soil of the soul so our powers can blossom.

Not so we can escape the world —
but so we can meet it with everything we’ve got.

The natural and the supernatural.
The practical and the mystical.
The grounded and the visionary.

Spirit is moving.
The question is not whether Spirit is moving.
The question is whether we will make space.

So this is my prayer as spring emerges:

May the seed that you are blossom.
May the gifts planted in you push through soil.
May the powers you’ve kept quiet rise into the light.
May you be willing to become the channel through which Spirit meets this moment.

You were planted here on purpose.

Let Spirit move.