The Oklahoma wind, now understood not just as a physical force but as a carrier of mana, had been a constant companion in my life, even before I truly recognized its deeper language. My journey to becoming a mystic, to wielding the very elements in service of a wounded Earth, began not with a grand… Continue reading Chapter Two: The Symphony of Storms and Souls
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Chapter One – A Small Town in Oklahoma of Many Ways
The Oklahoma wind, typically a ceaseless song of wheat fields and highway hum, had, for the past week, carried a different resonance through Bethany. It was subtle at first, a shift in the air that some attributed to an unusually dry spring, others to the lingering scent of pollen. But I, Elara Riveras , knew better.… Continue reading Chapter One – A Small Town in Oklahoma of Many Ways
A Memorial Day Post from a Mad Giver
Went with my father to go visit the “fam” at Bethany Cemetery. I knew my grandma and grandpa were out there and always say hi when I’m driving by (and occasionally go to visit them – leaving my mark, a chewed piece of gum for grandma to use when she rolls over in her grave… Continue reading A Memorial Day Post from a Mad Giver
Water Flows
Water is my superpower. In 2007 I went in for a craniotomy under the care of Dr. Benjamin White and Dr. Wayne Berryhill to dig out the remaining tumor that was twisted around inside the bone behind my left ear. I had been meditating at great lengths and finding myself lost in Eckart Tolle, Wayne… Continue reading Water Flows