Category: Spirit Work

Ghosts Beneath

‘Wm. Bartley’.  How came you to think of running away?  Why sir, to tell you the truth I am afraid of a whale…

–Examination of deserters from the whaling ship, ‘Houqua’, 1835

Right now I’m sitting on the sofa inside a little coastside mobile home, ancestral property at the beach visited by generations of my family.  This place always makes me feel a certan kind of way.  I’m looking out the bayfront windows–the sky is a deep iron-grey and the wind is howling.  Water is chopping steadily against the riprap I often scavenge on.  Certain childhood memories pass through my mind, like  commuter trains roaring by in the dark.  There and gone again.  A tattered old paperback on whales sits by my side, and it’s earliest chapter featuring belugas takes me all the way back, to one of my earliest childhood memories.

I am a tiny child, clutched in the strong arms of my father, and it is probably my first visit at the city aquarium.  My parents used to be the cerebral sort, for the most part eschewing carnivals and Chuck E Cheese for museums and other institutions of learning, a habit which would have a strong effect on my spiritual and professional life in adulthood.  There is only one thing about that visit which will always stay in my mind.  We are up high, very high (at least, it seemed to me), on some sort of catwalk.  In a large tank under our feet, ghostly white shapes are bobbing below.  I stick my neck out, like some sort of curious fawn perhaps, trying to get a better look at them.  It is at this point that my father decides to hoist me up over the rail.  And there I am, hanging in the air, feet dangling over these spectral bobbing shapes, which turn out to be captive beluga whales in a large display tank on the ground floor.  I start squealing in terror, though I’m unsure, even now, if the terror was from the great height or from the monstrous white beasts below me.  My father, of course, thinks this is absolutely hilarious.  He tells me if I don’t stop screaming and squirming, he’ll drop me into the tank with the whales, who would promptly eat me up.  At the time I genuinely believed him.

Perhaps what sticks out in my mind the most was the bizarreness of these creatures.  They are, by default of their being, otherworldly–at least to us humans.  Cetaceans (whales, dolphins, and porpoises) have truly been successful in following the trail of their ancestors back again.  The earliest ancestors of both human and whale crawled forth from the sea, grew legs and walked.  But, while the race of humanity kept walking on (and then up into the trees, only to descend again), the race of cetaceans stopped in their tracks, and turned an eye backward from whence they came, and not once looked back again.  They could teach us a lot about turning to our ancestors and indeed, many indigenous societies and peoples viewed whales as ancestral manifestations and the mighty dead.  What immediately comes to my mind right now is the Yuquot, a Pacific Northwest coastal people, who used the ritually mummified bodies of their ancestors to call the whales for hunting, as the whale manifests from the land of the dead.  Their whaling houses are just as much houses of necromancy as they are ritual hunting. The Sea of the Dead is known by all who dwell by her side.

However, when you are that young, the world is still largely a grand and frightening mystery for the most part, and your parents are like arcane gods, incomprehensible and at times more than a bit frightening.  I really did genuinely believe that my father was going to drop me into that tank.  What perhaps increased the horror of my situation was that my screaming not only attracted appalled onlookers, but it also attracted the attention of the three whales below me in the tank, who thrust their heads out of the water and swiveled them on amazingly flexible necks to get a better look at the little human creature dangling above them.  In what I can only describe as unusual clarity and depth for one so young, I recall being absolutely convinced that my father took me to the aquarium specifically to give me as an offering to these ghostly white beasts.  I would be haunted by this event in dreams and nightmares for years later, only in the dreams I would slip from his hands and plummet towards the whales.  Over and over again I would repeat this strange death.  Many years later I would come to reflect on this, and wonder if perhaps that was what the sacrificial rooster felt in the hands of the tata standing over his prenda.

In a way, perhaps I was offered up to the white whales.  This was only the first in what would become a series of bizarre incidents in my life, the odd and quite literally death-defying encounters I would have with the sea.  All too often in these moments of solitude and silence I direct my gaze inward, reviewing the steps I have taken, and how these events have, for better or worse, made me the person I am today.  

Unforgotten

I know a fair handful of people who, in various traditions, work with the forgotten dead.  With gravesites that have been abandoned or poorly tended, left unvisited.  With dead for whom no offerings are made, and no stories told.

This is important work.  Many of these spirits are hurting and hungry, and they need the help of living spirit workers in many ways.  But I wonder, sometimes, is what we do enough?

Perhaps we’ll clean up their gravesite, lovingly tend it, leave offerings to them.  Perhaps our service to them will last our entire lives.  Perhaps we’ll even pass it on to others, when we ourselves pass on.

But what if we could do more?  What if we could help them connect with their families again?

Recently, as part of my spirit work, I’ve been reaching out to some of my own forgotten dead through genealogy research.  It’s been a very interesting process.  I’ve found ancestors I’ve never known about, some who lived and died long ago and far away in countries I have never seen, others who barely lived at all and were buried less than an hour’s drive from my own home town.  Names which had been lost to time, not even preserved in the stories of my family.  Now I know them, I know their names and where they are buried and at least a portion of their stories.  They are mine, and I am theirs, and I have done what I can to preserve their memory for others.  They are unforgotten.

Here is what I propose.  If you are going to be spending time in a cemetery as a spirit worker, making offerings or pacts or gathering dirt or other materia, take a little time to do something more.  Take photographs of the tombstones, record their locations, then share that data on sites like http://www.findagrave.com or http://billiongraves.com or http://usgwtombstones.org.  Also, consider joining groups like Honor Fairfax Cemeteries which work to preserve, maintain, and document historic cemeteries.

And, even at home, get involved with sites like familysearch.org or ancestry.com and document your own family history as far back as possible, and in as much detail as possible – you and your immediate family may know these names and dates and stories, but other branches of your family may not, and it may be forgotten in the generations to come.  And if you’re good at such research, consider helping others with their own research so they too can find their forgotten dead.  So the dead can be, at last, unforgotten.

Airport Adventures or “Working Dog- Please Do Not Pet”

I figured I would post a few of the interesting adventures I’ve encountered. It’s particular story has also been published on the Cressona Paranormal page. But for all of you who have never seen it, and for those of you who have chuckled at it before. I have been told that this story is best done “live”, so if you are ever at one of our presentations on our encounters or our ways of working with the Dead, please just ask me to tell the story. If we have enough time, I’ll happily perform it…… AR

I’ve been asked if there has ever been a time that I’ve been tempted to think that “it’s all in my head”. Whenever I’ve been confronted with the thought either by another or by my own self doubt, I have my faith renewed by the little things, and sometimes the Big Things…

Airport Adventures or “Working Dog- Please Do Not Pet”

There is a time in every practitioner’s life when you get slammed in the face by the undeniable fact that This Shit Is Real. Sure I had been touched by my spirits, done healings, seen all kinds of weird things, but there was still a portion of my brain, however small, that still held an iota of “Yeah Right”. This small comforting thought that I was only pretending to be in a much bigger spiritual world than I could ever comprehend was obliterated by an unexpected airplane ride, a statue of a dog and a clueless security guard.

I was traveling from Dallas Airport to Harrisburg. I was supposed to have gone by train, but it turned out to be cheaper to fly. So there I was, with a bagful of clothes and a black canvas bag with my Villi Dog statue, Baku, cheerfully poking his head out like a chihuahua in a rich girl’s purse. I checked in my clothing bag and prepared to go through security. I was told to put the Bag with Baku in it on the conveyor belt and walk through the metal detector. Now, between bracelets, necklaces, ankle bracelets and the various charms in my hair, i was not surprised when it went off. Taking jewelry off and things out of my pockets was not making a bit of difference, so I was ushered through to receive a pat down.

While all this was happening, my carry on bag and Baku went through the conveyor and I saw that Baku had squirmed his way out of the bag. He was happily snuggling in the arms of a security guard and I saw a big doggy grin on his face. Suddenly, to my dismay, I see the security guard begin to twitch spasmodically. He knees were buckling and he was complaining that all the hair on his neck and e back of his arms was standing up. For those of you unfamiliar with the ATR paths of Palo, Santeria and Vodou these were the tell-tale signs of oncoming spiritual possession. The guard was probably sensitive and holding Baku probably triggered and excited the man’s spirits. The woman that was patting me down was done with me. I rushed over to the security guard, took Baku out of his arms, turned his face towards me and looked him in the eye.

“Do you trust me?” I asked.
The security guard looked at me with a groggy expression. “Yes.”
I quickly took off my hoodie, revealing my various tattoos. So picture this, please. I am here in an airport, my braids and dreds held back in a bright blue bandanna, multicolored thread weaved through them along with charms made of silver, bone and stone. Designs are inked into my shoulder and chest. I throw down my bag and rip it open, grabbing out a bottle of what we affectionately call La Bomba, some cascarilla and the wing of a snow goose. I douse the security guard’s head, muttering prayers as I continue to splash him, then I wiped him down with the wing, smeared his forehead and the back of his neck with cascarilla, then slapped him hard on the shoulders and sucked air in front of both of his ears.

Then I look at the grinning dog, now sitting on the conveyor belt, who looked genuinely pleased with the mischief he just wrought. “BAD DOG!” I say to him in my head. He simply grinned wider and thumped his tail.

I turned back to the security guard. The color had returned to his face and he was no longer twitching. He was sitting slumped in a chair. I handed him a bottle of water and he drank eagerly. “Do you feel better?”
“Yes,” he said, “thank you. Whatever that was you did.”
I nodded and put my hoodie back on. Then I put my naughty dog back in his bag and looked around to make sure I was good to get on the plane. The last thing I heard before I was on my way was the female guard who patted me down, a big black woman with a hearty laugh and a wide smile.

“GIRL!!” she called out to my retreating back, “You need to come on back to Jesus!!”

I waved, and handed in my boarding pass.

Talking “Ouija” Boards: A perspective

This is another piece that was originally done for our paranormal group, “Cressona Paranormal”.  It was also, thanks to Jim Achey, featured in the Reading Eagle in their “Bizarre Berks County” section…. AR

It has been requested of me to discuss Talking Boards and my experiences with them. Before I begin, I will say that these are MY experiences and through them, my opinions of the “Do’s and Don’ts” of using them. I am aware that there are people that use these boards with no ill effects, but I feel that being given some precautions hurts no one and helps everyone.

Talking Boards became popular as the Spiritual Movement gained momentum in the early 1900’s. Mediums were very popular, but not everyone could afford a medium so ways that the ordinary person could contact spirits and speak with them started popping up. It was at this time that the Talking Board became popular and was soon trademarked by Parker Brothers as the “Ouija Board”, “Ouija” being the combination of the words “oui” and “ja” which are the words for “yes” in French and German. Mass marketed boards and their accompanying planchets could be bought cheaply and used by every household.

Everyone has the potential to be a conduit for spirits. We all have latent psychic powers hiding somewhere in the deep recesses of our untapped brains. Using the Talking Board helps these powers come closer to the surface, allowing spirits to speak through us. We open our psychic door, inviting the proverbial Elijah to come through and eat at our table.

Sometimes this can be a wonderful experience. We feel we are talking to those that have passed and they get to tell us that they are all right and watching over us. But there are times when our experiences are not as wonderful. People are told horrible things by spirits bent on mischief out of malevolence or just plain boredom. Spirits can manifest pretending to be loved ones, famous people who have passed (I once supposedly was speaking to Jim Morrison) or even angels. And people believe them, opening up their psychic energies, their souls so to speak. They open their homes and invite them in. Now, one would not just open their door and invite in a stranger from off of the street, would you? But when you use a Talking Board without precautions, that is exactly what you do.

I’m not trying to scare you into thinking that “The Exorcist” is real. Frankly, that severe of a manifestation is rare indeed. Even the supposedly real story in the book by William Peter Blatty is different than portrayed in the movie. In the book, the entity is contacted by a toy phone. We think it was changed to a Talking Board in the movie for effect.

Your question now is probably: “What are the precautions of which you speak?”. Glad you asked. I’ll explain some of them…

DON’T USE A TALKING BOARD. It’s kind of like saying if you don’t want the countless consequences of sex, don’t have sex. And it’s as easy for me to tell everyone out there to not use a Talking Board as it is for a Health teacher to tell a bunch of preteens to abstain until marriage. And just as realistic.

For those of you that are going to do it anyway…

1. Light a white candle and say a prayer. If you are Christian, I recommend an Our Father. If you are Jewish, I’d recommend the Shema and the Kaddish. If you are another religion, I would say a prayer summoning the protection of your God and a blessing for the Dead. A prayer for your ancestors would not hurt either. The candle needs to be WHITE. Do not be lazy and substitute. The color is important. If you are going to go to the lengths to use a Talking Board, you might as well do it right.

2. Don’t use the Talking Board while drinking, using drugs or with anyone who is. These substances lowers inhibitions and opens you up to suggestion. Plus you won’t have the greatest judgement. If there is something there that is a bit mischievous, being drunk is going to tweak it and make it want to mess with you. If there is something there that is downright malevolent (or sometimes even just mischievous), being drunk can give it entrance into your body where it can possess you and it might be damn hard to make it want to leave.

3. Many have said that what happens when you use a Talking Board is all in the intent brought to it. I believe that is true. If you come to a session with the Board nervous and thinking that something horrible will happen, that is the kind of energy you will probably attract and you will have the negative experience you expect. Try to come into a session with a clear head and heart. This will provide you with a possibly wonderful experience.

4. That being said above, there is certainly no harm in taking precautions against things that might appear no matter how good your intentions may be. What many people don’t seem to grasp is that in using a Talking board, you are opening a portal. You are asking and giving permission for an entity to come through and manifest. You are most often not specific about what entity comes through. You do not know it’s name and most likely it will not be giving you it’s real one when it does come through (knowing an entity’s name gives you power over it). So you have opened a door, invited in someone you don’t know (or even a group of someone’s) don’t know it’s name to ask it to leave and have no idea on how to shut the door when and if it does leave. This does not seem to be an ideal situation, but a large percentage of Talking Board sessions end up just like this. A door remains open and entities continue to come through like uninvited party guests. This could end up costing money in the long run as you would have to call some one who could spiritually cleanse your house and you, close the door and give a stern lecture in taking precautions when using a Talking Board, or better yet not using them at all.

Possession is real. It’s not like the movies. You are probably not going to crab walk across the ceiling or projectile vomit pea soup. You will however, feel like crap. Your health might be affected, both mentally and physically. You may have crazy dreams, even nightmares. There could be physical manifestations in the form of unknown bruising or scratches.

When you use one of these boards, it’s best to use respect for the spirits present. Light your candle, say a prayer and declare your intent and invite them to speak. Have some holy water available, or positively charged crystals, blessed salt (kosher is good) or blessed oil. If someone in the party knows how to cast a sacred circle, it would be wise to do so. If someone in the party is a die hard skeptic, it might be best for them to not even be present. Spirits LOVE to play with skeptics. Same goes with anyone who is in a bad or angry mood. Spirits are attracted to that kind of energy like flies to honey.

All in all, the best thing to do is use common sense. If you’re unwell, drunk, high or skeptical, don’t use a Talking Board and for those of you that are believers, take some simple precautions. You may not alway need them, but it’s sure helpful when you do.

Respect for the Dead

I just saw on my FB page “The most haunted place in your state.” I didn’t even read it, actually. Why? Because I’ve been to many of those places and I never quite agree with the opinions of others on the quality of their “terrifying experiences”. My first thought, when hearing about a paranormal experience being particularly unpleasant to an investigator/medium/urban explorer/blunderer in the woods is this: “How did you approach this encounter?” We tend to forget (as the living often do) that the places that we have come to for an exciting time with the spooks are many times Places Where Horrible Things Have Happened. The best example I have of this are abandoned mental hospitals/insane asylums. These are places where people have suffered, THOUSANDS of people. The agony these people went through is soaked into the walls. As a visitor, you breathe it in with the crumbling dust in the air. Like a concentration camp, you have no idea where all of the bodies might have been buried over the years so any of the steps you take could be upon some individual’s only sacred ground.

Although I quip and inject humor into most of my writing, this is a sacredly serious subject. As a mental health professional, especially one who has spent time as a crisis counselor and in working with people in residential treatment, I have seen the plights of the mentally ill both in present time and in researching the sins of the past. The media has made a horror mockery of many of the stories surrounding incidents where people have died as victims of horrific abuse and torment, starved, neglected, physically restrained, electrocuted, sexually assaulted and treated as though they were less than human. Then after death, they were given little to no ceremony before being dumped in an unmarked grave in a field, their family possibly never knowing their true fate. My question is this: can you blame them for being angry and vengeful as spirits? Can you fault them for not wanting you to be there, to leave them alone. Is it understandable that these spirits might see any of the living as a threat? People coming into their space when they were living came only when they were going to hurt them, is it no wonder why as spirits they wield the only power they have to make them leave them alone?

In this instance, I’m speaking of a place local to those of us that live in the state of Pennsylvania. There is a documentary called “Suffer the Little Children” made in the mid-80’s about Pennhurst before it was closed in 1987. I personally would require anyone wanting to trespass there to watch it with me before I would take them there to go “ghost hunting”. Let them see the spirits that linger there because they feel as though they were forever forgotten. Let them gaze into those fuzzy images of hollow eyes and bare chests rising and falling like those of baby birds. Then I would ask them again how much of a thrill seeking moment this was going to be.

We ignore these people when they are living unless they commit a heinous crime and after they are dead, we mock their pain by making them into movie demons and their places of torture into entertainment venues. There are battlefields that no one can ever turn into developed land because “it’s hallowed ground, men died here fighting for their lives.” These people were fighting their own wars and these buildings were their battlefields, and yet these places of struggle are made into apartment buildings, their bones thrown into mass graves or worse, abandoned wells or midden heaps and forgotten about once again.

Is the thrill of poking around in these places getting less?

And honestly, I’m not trying to totally dissuade people from going. Many of the spirits like visitors. They get more attention paid to them now in death than they ever had in life. My emphasis is on being respectful. Know what these people have been through. Respectfully ask to come onto the property just as you would ask to come into a person’s home. Bring gifts of candy for the children and cups of coffee for the overworked, underpaid staff that tried to keep them safe and now in death feel too guilty to leave them. While you are there light candles, sing songs, anything to help these people to elevate, to get them back to the ancestors that miss them, anything that will help to chase back the darkness for a while.

Places where people have suffered should be places of pilgrimage, hallowed gardens of flowers and bones, not parking lots and college dorms.

And like places of pilgrimage, they should be visited. My issues are not with people going to these places, but in how they act toward the spirits when they get there. Shouting at them, challenging them, insulting them, daring them to touch them, make noise “prove that they are there.” When I see this behavior on certain TV shows, I want to reach through the screen and knock their teeth in. I want to write and ask them if they would do this at Auschwitz or a POW campsite. I want to ask those that express excitement at visiting these places to tell me why they are excited. If they are excited to interact and celebrate and elevate these spirits, then ok. But if they are all about “going to a scary place”, they can enjoy media sensation right in their own living room. If they want to “go talk to dead people”, I’d be asking “Why would they want to talk to you?” This goes for not only abandoned mental hospitals but battlefields, sacred native ground, sites of massacres and lynchings, hanging trees, old plantations and cemeteries.

“What are you offering the Dead out of respect? That they will appreciate? That shows that you come with good intent instead of gawking.”

Of course, as stated before, this is my opinion. people are going to do what they are going to do. This unfortunately just makes my job and that of my brethren more difficult. Those of us who feel a sacred duty to heal and elevate the Forgotten Dead are familiar with uphill battles, but those that feel that tormented spirits are entertaining are slightly more than simply sociopathic. They have put one more rock in the way of those that are suffering to find peace.

Hope this has been some food for thought. Please share this post and/or write down your opinions below. I am always up for lively debate and I know that while most people will agree with what I said, there are different extremes that encompass people’s perspectives on the issue. Just be respectful to each other.

Proper Decay

A few months ago I was struck by a beautiful turn of phrase in an article on the Basimbi: “They filter and purify groundwaters, encourage proper decay, provide stability and foundation.”  Encourage proper decay.  I love that phrasing, and its many implications.

Last night, my partner Joseph Atreides wrote a brief piece about the sacredness of decay and its role in the life cycle.  Simple, beautiful, and well said.  And it brought me back to thinking about that phrase again.

I have not worked as extensively with the remains of the dead as my partner, or my other spiritual colleagues.  I’ve had relatively little to do with that form of decay, though I am beginning to work more in that field.  Yet I feel a deep connection, a resonance, with the Sîmbi Nkagi Mayamba.

To a certain extent, it is a role I have played for much of the past several years – from December 2012 to March of this year, I worked as a live-in caregiver for an elderly gentleman with Alzheimers.  As his mind decayed due to the disease, I did my best to manage things so that he could have the best remaining time possible with his family and not harm himself or others.  Finally, he reached a point where it was no longer possible to care for him safely in-home and I had to push for his family to place him in a suitable long-term care facility, and this too was a process of encouraging proper decay — of letting go when the time was right.

So often in our lives, and even in our spirituality, we do not make room for proper decay.  We hold on to relationships, beliefs, and traditions which no longer serve us and which may even be damaging to us.  Instead of letting them go and letting the experience become fertile soil from which to grow something new, or a stable foundation upon which to build something, we fear the loss and clutch it tighter to our core.   Instead of proper decay, it becomes a source of infection.

As spirit-workers, we should all take a close look at what we believe, why we believe it, whether or not it is actually true, and how it serves us, our communities, and the spirits we work with.  We should look at the people we associate with and whether those associations elevate us, or drag us down.  And we should not be afraid to make room for proper, healthy, sacred decay in our lives.

Self Care Tips for Mediums, Sensitives and Others

Originally written 4/21/13  and published on the website of “Cressona Paranormal”.   I’m doing a bit of revising  due to further experience and to reach a broader audience, but the main information remains the same…..

And now for a tidbit from Riverwolf…

This is written in order for paranormal teams and the assistants of spiritual workers to keep in mind what a Worker may need during and after an encounter or ceremony.  It’s also written as a reminder for Worker/Priests/esses to have on hand things to ground them and help them recover so that they can continue to do their calling.  I refer to mediums mostly in this post, but the word can be changed to suit any other Spirit Worker.

AR

After some intense spirit work, I figured I should post a bit on something we mediums tend to forget, Self Maintenance.

We tend to forget sometimes that what we do as mediums takes a great deal of energy, and we cannot rely on others to know when we are running low. Sometimes we cannot even rely on ourselves to know and so we must take steps to charge up  ourselves before we go to work and to take care of ourselves after a session.

1. Some think that coffee is the elixir of life, and it is a wonderful brew, but myself and my colleagues have found that water is of crucial importance. No only does being hydrated add to your level of concentration, but drinking during and after a session/investigation washes out any toxins that may have accumulated. Going without water can cause a toxic build up than can manifest in the form of headaches, migraines, body cramps, stomach aches, lethargy and general scatteredness.

2. Don’t push yourself past the point of no return. We as mediums and spirit workers can think that we can go like Energizer Bunnies until our spirits begin to slowly bring us down to earth. We need to recognize this limit, and better yet let our partners/team members know when this limit is reached. If we ignore it, we run the risk of having “the plug pulled” or begin to “run on fumes”. Any medium or spirit worker out there knows exactly what this feeling is and is nodding their head with a “been there, done that” smile. When we begin to run on fumes, then we can have a hard time bouncing back. Some of us can even fall into emotional depression or be physically ill afterward. No case is worth a medium needing to push that hard. Have a prearranged signal that everyone knows as their “The medium is getting tired” sign and let her wrap up what she is doing. If the family continues to try to talk to her, have another field member gently tell the family that the medium needs a break. Then hydrate and if you feel recharged, go on or go sit out in the car if you are completely drained. DO NOT BE AFRAID TO SPEAK UP. This is your team and they care about you. If the team seems not to care about your welfare, you need to join another team.

(The above was written as if the Worker is part of a paranormal team.  As a rule, Workers should never work for the community alone, especially when there is a report of a possibly violent/malignant haunting.   Always go into a community home with at least an assistant unless you know the people well.)

3. Develop a “Spiritual First Aid Kit”. Again, this has been developed over years, trial and error and a dose of “damn, I wish we had -fill in the blank.” We never know exactly what we will be experiencing when we walk into a situation. We could be faced with anything from being overwhelmed by a waiting room full of frustrated spirits trying to communicate with their loved ones, to possession to being psychically attacked. We keep a bottle of “La Bomba”, in our kit, for spiritual cleaning of both ourselves and the possible client, some supplies for communicating with spirits, extra drinking water, protein (usually beef jerky or peanut butter cookies) for grounding and other things that help us. A First Aid Kit should contain anything you might think you would need to help yourself reorient and recharge. Other examples of what we have are bandanas to cover your head or clean people, ginger for nausea and pain killers for headache. If you work with another medium partner, it would of course be good to plan this pack together.

Hopefully, this little blog will give Spirit Workers ideas and reminders on taking care of themselves.  And PLEASE feel free to add your comments and suggestions and “tricks of the trade” to further ideas on how we can take care of ourselves.

Hollie Riverwolf
Medium/Spirit Worker

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