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Inner Fire 2010 Arcylic on Paper by Shiloh SophiaToday’s podcast is an exploration of becoming conscious about the illusions.

* Exploring George Orwell’s famous 4 fingers

* Gaslighting ourselves and not trusting ourselves

Accusation of the other ‘side’

* Exhausting rabbit-holing to find Truth

* Do not drink the divide and conquer koolade

* Hearts and braings changing right now

* A Centers of Knowing Coherence practice for discernment

This podcast is complimentary - yet if you choose to contribute, be welcome.

In Orwell's novel-made movie, 1984, there is a famous and devastating scene. Winston is being tortured by O'Brien, who holds up four fingers and demands that there are five. He wants Winston to distrust himself and go with the party's version of the truth, not just agree to it, but actually see it as so. "O'Brien says, Look at my hand, Winston. Right now, you see, indeed, four fingers held up to you. But as you can see, O'Brien uncovers his thumb, showing all five fingers. I have, in fact, five fingers. That is the essence of the party. Winston, you think you know the truth by seeing things with your senses. But as you can see, your senses can disappoint you. The party knows everything is everything. The party knows that there are five fingers here even if you only see four of them. The party knows the truth that you cannot see from the place you are standing at because you are weak alone. The party is strong and omniscient and therefore if the party says that two and two equals three or five it will always be right. You by yourself cannot know the truth." As each one of us experiences our own reckoning in relationship to our lives and in relationship to how we experience the nation, especially those of us in the United States, I want to invite us to continue to question what we see and think. It's curious for me how personal so much of this feels in relationship to experiences I've had in my life where I haven't been able to trust people and then end up not trusting myself.Some of them are the people I have loved the most. And in the end, it was my own hand showing the fingers to myself through just trusting my own experience over a longer period of time. Now, with the increase of AI easily showing us things that are not true, It can be very hard to believe our eyes.We are going to need other tools for discernment than we've needed before, really. I'm going to share a heart-brain coherence process with you very briefly to support with discernment. The images that AI are showing us makes me think about those Renaissance paintings where the patron would have the artist paint themselves into the scene, painting the patron inm and that those with the biggest purse strings and influence are defining the images of our times. When I offer art history tours, it is a very different tour indeed. I used to go on this tour with Jonathan and myself and our community to the Uffizi in Florence, and Elisabetta, our tour guide, would hand me the mic to give the alt history of what we're actually seeing. One of the changes that we need to make is how we're relating to the material. Because one of the challenges with truth right now is the exhaustion caused by rabbit-holing in order to discern the source so that we can figure out if something is true or not. And there goes another 15 minutes, and there goes another 15 minutes, and there goes our mood, and the algorithms, they got us. At the end, we still don't know if what we see is true, and perhaps we give in to overwhelm. One thing might upset me and another person something totally else, and we each act like the other person's concern is the distraction from what's really happening. And our critical thinking has been used in a sometimes productive and often nonproductive way, but the end result may be weary, irritated, and feeling unsafe, and deciding not to post after all. Can't we just find the truth with a capital T?It's hard to find right now. This process that we are experiencing is fundamentally changing our brains. We are also being changed in our hearts as more fear and distrust of the others around us in our lives and in the larger collective spaces increases exponentially.Divide and Conquer is here to stay for a while, so we need to not go for it. Do not go. Drink that Kool-Aid of divide and conquer. Discernment, choice, but not divide and not conquer. Because then they've got us right where they want us, fighting with each other instead of with them.Yet there is also more compassion that's happening. So the hearts are also opening because we're considering the impacts on other people's lives. People who never defended Mexicans, trans, and women are suddenly becoming more visible. We could go into all the different ways that this time is changing us and our voices.If you look back in my posts on my Tea with the Muse Substack you'll find that I've been talking about these topics for a long time. These are not new that I am suddently speaking about it. I'm just speaking about it more specifically in regarding what's happening here. But I've been talking about consciousness raising and discernment for my entire 30-year journey as a creative and someone who guides community. What I find really curious is that each side, quote, if you think of it that way, really thinks the other side is holding up the false number of fingers. Really, really, really think about this. We have rarely accused each other of the same illusionary experience and metaphor, even if the content that those hands are pointing to is different. Whose hand is it? We can begin to distrust the thoughts and feelings that we're having. In times like these, we question them and then are sometimes gaslit by others for our feelings and thoughts.We can just stop treating other people who don't agree with us as if they're just stupid. That would be helpful. Disagree, but leave the shame part out of it. The marketing propaganda from, quote, both parties is sickening. Sickening. Even as I'm making this message, I'm getting texts on my phone number from both parties about what's happening. Really.Without the heart-brain coherence pattern operating soundly within us, we become dysregulated in our nervous system. This is a real thing, y'all, not some new age idea. Our brain and our heart are communicating all the time. When we become conscious of it, we can collaborate with the process of coherence,which is always the right place to make a decision from. For those who know me, I think they can attest to a degree of severity that I carry forward. Yes, I am a wild, free woman who dances and houses with the moon and paints outrageous paintings.But I have a severity because I am deeply disturbed about the state of the world, and I have been since I was a young child, like so many of you. This disturbance about how I felt about the systems of the world was originally part of the inspiration to be of service when I was a teenager and became a rebel. I wanted to know how I could help. Now my inspiration is I'm just in love with the practices, culture, and community we have co-created called Musea. Musea, by the way, means museum in the plural or many muses. It acknowledges that we have people all over the world who are connected through creativity. Now I work from joy instead of disturbance while keeping my eye on the disturbance. The initial disturbance of how things are showed me how to become stronger towards what I care about. To be courageous at the root of courageous core, the heart.I want to invite you to spend time nurturing yourself and your heart and your brain every single day. When you are confused with something and something that needs discernment or you feel challenged, try this connection with your centers of knowing. This is about creating heart coherence.Creating Coherence in Centers of KnowingConsider physically touching each place that I'm about to mention lightly with your hands as you visualize the connection between each place. I like to see a golden ribbon of light between each area, each center of knowing. 1. Begin with connecting with yourself, capital S self, about whatever it is you're navigating.2. Ask your heart how it feels and what it perceives. The heart has the strongest electromagnetic field of the body. And the heart perceives in the field around you. 3. Travel next in your imagination to your brain and ask how it feels and what it perceives. Listen. 4. And then go back through your heart, landing in your gut,and ask how it feels and what it perceives. Listen. 5. And then when you're ready, travel to your groin region, front and back and all around the pelvic area, and ask, what do you feel and perceive? 6. And then I like to travel back up to the heart after listening. Check in on the topic. Was there agreement between those centers of knowing or disagreement? Was there coherence? And what is the decision now? In Intentional Creativity we might now take to the dance floor of the drawing board or the canvas, which is what I'm about to do on this Valentine's Day. If you check those centers of knowing and there are conflicting experiences, there is work of discovery to be done. Especially if it's just one area, then you can focus there, meditate, and see why there's disharmony. But in general, I try not to act until I get agreement from all centers. That way, I can have a clear voice, a true heart, and a pure mind experience in my decision-making and my discernment.If you would practice this even before you go online and even before you read articles and follow rabbit holes and watch YouTubes and anything else, you would be approaching this material from a very different place than what you'reencountering in the social media and news world and on your phone. I also recommend that you, before you engage, sort of open the file of engagement. And then close it when you are done looking. Don't just leave the portal open or the tab open.Close it energetically so these files are not running in the background all the time. I've made some of the hardest choices of my life through checking these areas for confirmation or lack thereof. It gives me courage. Regardless of all the challenging things, we are evolving and growing. And I believe we are becoming more conscious and more compassionate.I am seeing this time as an evolution. And we have a long way to go. That's why we need practices. I invite you to pay attention to whose hand is holding up the fingers and telling you how many there are. Can we do that? Some say that George Orwell was an optimist.Sometimes the one holding up the elusive hand is in our own minds. Isn't there so much richness here to explore in this wild becoming? I choose to see it as a wild becoming to wholeness. This is my choice, my conscious choice. Enter flow state and soak in as much beauty as possible as often as possible.And I'm sending big love as a wave out into the lives of those tuning in. And I too am tuning in to you with much loveShiloh Sophia

Photo by Jonathan McCloud

Hi everyone! I would like to offer a little bit of a heads up that some of my posts here are about to get a bit more intense. It’s my nature to explore justice. It’s in my blood.

Did you know I wanted to be a judge when I grew up? I didn’t do it because I already thought the government was corrupt when I was 6.

ultimately, I am not trying to caretake. I’m trying to find my own voice and at the same time offer encouragement to those who aren’t able to find their voice or don’t feel brave enough to share it.

Anyways, I don’t have a plan for it, but we’ll see what happens.

I was writing my memoir, but I have been stalled because I am deeply engaged in caring for my community at this time.

If what I’m sharing does not work for you I totally understand and of course you’re welcome to unsubscribe. We each need to find the way forward together and sometimes apart.

Shiloh Sophia

This is a complementary subscription. Those who wish to donate and become paying subscribers that’s fine, I’m grateful - but you don’t need to. Even if Substack asks you to pay - as if I’m asking you I’m not.

Happy new year beautiful beings,

I’m so grateful to be sharing tea with the muse with you in 2025. For every single project that I work on, I’ve asked myself, do I still want to do this and am I called to this? Is this still benefiting people? What do I really have to say that really matters right now?

I’m happy to say that tea with the muse is going to continue. I love connecting with you. I have another episode of my memoir coming, but I’m going move it to a different channel so I’ll let you know about that. I realize that my memoir has been hanging me up from the regular tea with the muse style posts that I love to make.

I hope you enjoy this teaching, which is one of my core teachings about thoughts and feelings, waves and particles, and how to prepare the mind to create transformation!

New year blessings to every single one of you! I am truly honored every time you listen, read, comment and appreciate the workings of the muse!

Shiloh Sophia

What does SOUL mean to you?

No one taught us so what does it REALLY mean?

Let’s dive in…..

How is it possible I could be speaking to you? This sensual emotional center is something I want to share with you

An invitation to explore legacy and lineage and our bodies of work, and how we choose to shape them.

Photo ~ the first graduating class of Color of Woman Teacher certification in 2010 ~ this is the place where I first shared the deepest Teachings that had been passed me in image and word.

Tune in to hear behind the scenes reasons for why I do what I do…. And my invitation for you to join me.

In this podcast I talk about things like…

* the first time I encountered consciousness

* awareness as a conscious choice and not a default setting

* how we don’t always use ‘sub-consciousness’ in our community and what we say instead to link to imagination

* unconscious behaviour according to my two moms ( racism, sexism, capitalism)

* my mother’s only two rules and how she let me change my name

* a movie that was life-changing for me (Warrior Marks) and how it informed my work in Intentional Creativity

* a very sad wedding I attended and how it connects with suffering

* an invitation to see self-expression as a way to work with coming into being

What choice do you really have in life? Where are you not being at choice in your life?How does Self-Expression translate into a choice?Come listen and have some tea with the MUSE today!

How does the Soul reveal itself through you?I rise in the dark. It is so early in the morning it is still nighttime. The dark of the moon and the mist reveal no brightness. Yet my Soul stirs me to take up the pen. Who is doing the talking here? I wonder. I want to write a poem but something else is being requested. I submit and write the first sentence…

“Every single one of us comes into this life as we are.”

From there the pen flows without stopping, as energy moves into form, organized in black words on a white page. I co-create with the life force flowing through me. I want poetry because of the liminality it brings, but instead I get the hard questions, the provocation that challenges beliefs, and the call to more awakeness than we had before. Here are this morning’s pages, perhaps they may be of service to you in your own discovery process, and always in service to the Great Work being lived out in each of us, whether we are conscious of it or not.

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Every single one of us comes into this life as we are.

This is what we call our Soul, our innate ‘us-ness’ seems to ride in with our incarnation. We come in with our own flavor and sass and sometimes a bad attitude and sometimes an innate call to do the work of saving ourselves and others.

All of us are carrying innate qualities, like imagination and identity –and the soul in which our being has being-ness. A conversation with our Soul is something we all need to have… But how do you do that?

How does each one of us navigate arriving here and not really coming in with a map of where to go and how to get there? Well. That is THE Question of Questions. How do we navigate this thing called life? How does it work and who lives in here?

How I experience my relationship with my Soul is how I live my life – yet it is through a veil – sometimes clear and at other times hidden. I always say that being awake means: As awake as our soul is willing to be at any given time. To me it seems as if soul moderates what we can handle, and safely integrate. Kindness seems to be the mode of the soul towards us, and…creativity.

Self-expression is one of the ways we can get to know our soul-stuff. When we create, who we are gets revealed in the visible world and we can take a look. Soul cannot be understood in abstraction and the mental constructs only – our body is the prism through which the currency of soul is reflects true colors.

The idea that the Soul is carrying information specific to it, seems possible. But can we say for sure? Do we need to assert surety? Can mystery be included when we speak of the Soul? For me, mystery must be included whenever we are speaking of soul, and the work of the soul. When we are born, we inherit a cultural familial framework and dna package that we did not choose. Or did we? What is your belief about it? Whatever it really is, my belief is that no one here really knows.

Do you think we have access to knowing if we have pre-destined choice?

I always feel unease when someone asserts that they know we agreed to whatever it is our soul is experiencing. Maybe for some of us, but for all of us? Is it true universally that we chose our challenges this life? This belief feels rigged and life doesn’t feel rigged to me. There seems to be much more organic influence happening – less control – not more.

I know I want to engage with coherence with what is possible for me. How can I learn the power of my own soul without needing to assert I know what is going on here....

Hello everyone! A little something uncommon today as Jonathan asked me some questions about my approach to business (we are starting a 6 week course today.) In this convo I share a story about sleeping under the drawing table while my grandmother and mother worked all night. Whether you are in business or not, this should be fun to listen to and tune into cafe with us. This is our daily ritual and it truly is the foundational fabric of our entire life….

Have a great day and a good morning, with heart,

Shiloh Sophia

For all upcoming events go here: Study Intentional Creativity and the Power of Imagination here

Dear Ones,

Today I am sharing my poetry writing practice and the results of it from today - as well as a personal sharing. AND I am inviting you to notice what framework you are looking at your life through - to get it conscious for yourself.

Today’s poetry prompt was an open gate, a metaphor that allowed this poem and to come through. It could just as well be an open window overlooking Florence like this photo that Jonathan took in 2019! This was our last trip before ‘shelter-in-place’ was a thing. We haven’t really travelled since then and things have been on the rough side for us for quite a bit. So I am noticing that gates, windows and doors are showing up a LOT.

I am still not sure what the open gate really meant for me today but it is in the exploring of it that that poems sometimes spring out. I am still on the despair and desire theme too. Maybe you will write a poem in response or your own? That is another practice, reading any poem and then using something in it, even one word or a feeling as a jumping in place.

Sending love for your day,

Shiloh Sophia ~~~

Open Gate

Between the apple tree

and the dappled blue spruce

There is an open gate

If you should find yourself there

on the edge of things

pause with respect

before just walking on through

On the other side of the gate

you can never be sure

what you may find waiting

Usually it is something

you have wanted to avoid

and you just can’t anymore

and despair is Just. Right. There.

OR

You find something

you have desired

all your life and

suddenly there it is…

Only now you aren’t sure

you want what you thought

you wanted before

That is because who you were

before

just isn’t who you are now

Before.

Before is the place where

you didn’t know just what love

would ask of you

when you agreed to share yourself

in exchange for a chance

at a heart filled with impossible light

Light that cannot be contained

That desire you have been nursing

was before you needed spectacles

to read the evening poetry by firelight

Sometimes if you look into the flames

with a soft and sleepy gaze

You can even see the open gate

and your despair or desire

winking and twinkling through

 This opening is not a sentence

or a summons

The open gate is finally coming

to the awareness of choice

When you gain awareness of choice

you garner favor with the poets

We all want that!

Oh… all the times you thought

you didn’t have choice

when you actually did

can sometimes be

a stunning reckoning

but then you hear your lover’s voice

calling from the other room

and you realize you would risk it all again

and again and again

Their heart is the opening

and there is no gate needed

at all between you

You just must remember

who they are

while not forgetting

who you have become

and how they have become

more of who they are

No one said there would be

a clear path through the

wild garden of berries and

bramble bruises and skinned knees

on the way to the open gate

The open gate is awareness

of choice

and the acceptance of love

and the writing of this poem for you

Right here between the guardians

of the apple tree and the dappled spruce

This love is

Shiloh Sophia

Sacred Encounter - Painting by Shiloh Sophia

Dearest Hearts,

Oh so many things. Drinking tea and watching the sunrise and thinking of you. If you have read Jonathan’s substack, The Intentional Table then you will know what ecstasy and despair I am speaking of. Breathing a sigh of relief, and drinking tea that he has made for me. I am thinking of you and knowing all that you are also going through.

“Then a woman said, speak to us of joy and sorrow. And he answered:Your joy is your sorrow, unmasked, and the self same well from which your laughter arises was oftentimes filled with your tears. And how else can it be? The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.” Khalil Gibran, The Prophet I remember reading this when I was a young woman and asking myself the question,

Is this true? In order to have the amount of ecstasy that I'm seeking…Ecstasy that the poets speak about and the painters paint about, and the dancers twirl about, and the gardeners plant seeds about, Must I also have the sorrow? Is it true? Is it true that the counterpoint to the critic, the voice of meanness inside has a sister called the Muse? Is it true?Well, now, at this time in my journey, as I reference that quote by Kahlil GibranI will definitely affirm that my ecstasy and my despair are riding to and from the roads of my life on the same horse. It continues to perplex me as this horse of ecstasy and despair, trots in and out of every single day, the depth, the impact, the emotional and somatic swinging from laughter to tears.

Sometimes in the same second, an orgasm could turn from laughter…to absolute tears. Bad news could make you shudderand then you feel a sense of absolute soul, soul filling, gratitude….

The body could be in pain so deep, you wonder when it will ever leave. Will you ever feel the same again? And then you feel a sense of relief for whatever reason at the pet of your dog or your cat, or a sunrise through a cloudy day…And there it is again, a sense of freedom. Moments later, the pain returns. What an experience as a human being to navigate this juxtaposition between ecstasy and despair. This horse of ecstasy and despair comes be-jeweled into my life and shimmers as she waits for me to hop on. She does not promise safety, but she does promise she will carry me through the ecstasy and despair. My only consent to riding this horse is that I recognize both for what they are, to be clear on the distinctions and to begin to notice when one flips to the other.And… watch that switch time! Pay attention to when energy becomes matter and matter becomes energy. Dance on the equal sign as it changes. And if you can learn to be soft enough to notice the change, it won't take you so much by surprise. You won't feel as crazy. You'll know that joy and sorrow are sisters and the ecstasy and despair, are sisters. You will know, this is just part of the human experience.You won't need to resist it so much. You may even learn to welcome it.

You may memorize the reality that this despair can turn into ecstasy in time. You will not be able to control the timeline and that pisses us off. But if we can pay attention to the alchemical moment of change, then the horse of ecstasy will let us ride and ride and ride. And when despair comes, her shimmering jewels will remind us… as they dim down into darkness, only a glimmer of light remains, but still a glimmer because you memorized the brightness that was there before -and to not demonize one or the other or exalt one as better or worse. To see both simultaneously as the human experience, then something happens…..I wish I could say it's understanding, or even better… peace, but it's more like just being here and not resisting being here. When ectasy comes, throw open your arms. When despair calms, throw open your arms. And when that horse rides…with youholding on for dear life, remember, you carry both. Life isn't doing this to you. Life is happening through you. No, you cannot control it. But yes, you can enjoy the ride.This is our choice as humans. Will we choose it? I will.

Shiloh Sophia

On another note…applications are closing today if you want to hop on a horse named desire for sovereignty with me - GLOW here

Hello Dear Ones,

Yes it’s true, the 500 year Circle, The Cura Council is open today. What is happening on that thread is different than this one. Time will tell if I keep both - for now Tea with the Muse will remain poetry and stories and prayers. The Tea with the Muse podcast today tells the story of WHY I am doing this - and how it all started with hearing the cries of the world and saying yes to my sacred assignment (after I yelled at God)The Cura Council is focused on the longevity and committment to village. And I had to do it today - in honor of my Mama Cloud and it being the anniversary of her walking into her future. To be honest I felt like I didn’t really have a choice - I have been putting it off for a very long time. So here I am, showing up. The reluctant priestess finally gives in. I am surrendering in trust.

Hugs all around,

Shiloh Sophia

Below is a video of Mama Cloud….at a Color of Woman Gathering

Has anyone ever told you 'you don't need to save the world' ~ this is for you...I am offering another view and an invitation to inquiry....

You made it! 

You are here on earth,

with earth, and with us

“Here" is a place we spend our lives

discovering and coming into

When you pause

to comment on the clouds to your lover

amazed at the miracle of sky blue and

white poofs that make you smile 

When you point at the moon

to your child, and make the shape 

of moon with your lips...

drawing out the mooooooon, like this 

When you take a picture of yourself

in a beautiful garden to send to your friend

When you sip this cup of coffee 

with something close to reverence 

When you ask the Divine for a sign,

even a small one,

just a teensy weensy one

(because you don’t want to be rude)

and an entire person reveals

they are the sign sent!

Then you are practicing

Being Here

Maybe you stopped believing in 

the divine order of things 

because you mistook the hard stuff

as some kind of lack of affirmation

I don’t know who made up the story

that it shouldn’t be hard here

but clearly that isn’t the case

Just being in a body 

requires so much care and 

it often hurts to be in here

and it also feels so good too

We were given pain and pleasure

Still…you are here

This is where here is

It is a wild garden of a place, 

isn't it? Who knew?

You aren’t a stranger here

even though it is sometimes strange

to be here, like this 

with all our curiosity and confusion

and unmet needs for big love

and our desire to be seen

as we learn to see ourselves

Being here is precious and precarious 

but here we are

and I just wanted to

mention that being here with you

is way better

than being here without you

You make here

a wonderful place to be

Shiloh Sophia

Painting in process - A Ribbon of Hope Running through Her Mind

"The first noble truth of the Buddha is that when we feel suffering, it doesn't mean that something is wrong. What a relief. Finally, somebody told the truth. Suffering is part of life, and we don't have to feel it's happening because we personally made the wrong move."

~ Pema Chödrön, When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times❤️For those I love and that love me

Shiloh Sophia

P.S. a few complimentary calls coming right up if you want to be on a live line with me and us…https://musea.org/university/

Today I am holding the first circle of a 500 Year Circle. I’ve been in council circles since I was five years old. We have already been running circles from the past twenty years through Cosmic Cowgirls. This is a story of continuity that weaves the past, and the future and the present. And choice. Always choice.

Join us today here: we have a complimentary call today gathering called Re-mothering and we also have our yearlong Sisterhood of the Red Madonna for those who want to paint with me and us starting. With love, let’s begin on Spring Equinox on the eve of New Moon - sounds like a good time for new beginnings, don’t you think? Now it is time for cafe with my LOVE and my kitties who are waiting for me to put this futuristic device called a computer down.Blessings on your day, dear hearts!

Shiloh Sophia Thank you Mamas. Thank you Carmen. Thank you community and friends.

When I really look at the way that our lives are designed around their lives, it helps me see the patterns that I need to adopt myself. Play more, nap more - come meet Frida (seal point) and Diego (lilac point) in my morning musings

Dear Ones! I hope you enjoy cafe this morning with Jonthan - let’s ride the equal 🟰 sign together! To explain my point - of noticing how energy works - I’m choosing these three paintings as a framework for looking! The close up is part of the customization. I completed these yesterday and they are going to their new homes soon where they can resonate energy as it is perceived by their new collectors.

Join Jonathan and I every month for a live conversation Learn More as part of our Intentional Creativity Museum (501c3) We are a hundred percent volunteers - your membership fee goes entirely to be a part of funding the work of centering on the work of women and our stories and our livelihood. Choose the Society level to hang out with us - the next call is coming up tomorrow night - join us for happy hour.

Have a gorgeous day!Shiloh Sophia

“Somewhere between action and reaction there is an interaction, and that’s where all the magic and fun lies” Tyson Yunkaporta

Correction Footnote - Aboriginal Rock Art - in the recording we talk briefly about an amazing book, Sand Talk, by Tyson Yunkaporta - which does not speak on rock art -but does talk abou the limitation oflanguag e- I wanted to set the record on the mistaken comment. Instead of editing it out - a husband and wife may differ in our awareness. I am the cave art geek!

Dear Ones,

Today on International Women’s Day I am writing with an inquiry about your relationship to the Divine Feminine…is She included in your life? Your tradition, your practice, your faith walk? There is no tradition on the earth in which She isn’t present, even if She has been hidden in the places you have been practicing, look deeper, She is there. Always here. The Divine Feminine isn’t returning to us, we are returning to Her. She has always been there/here.Here are Musea one of the ways we are WITH Her in our lives is through making “Her” in our own images, the places within us that ache for re-mothering, and the images we carry in our collective history. I have been painting Her since my early twenties as a form of devotion, and a rites of passage. Today, pause with me to look for Her in your own life. Is She nature? Earth? Mother Life? Divine Mother? Sometimes, poetically speaking, I feel the Father must be very lonely for Her - but then I know it isn’t the “father” or the masculine that removed Her, it is humans. Yep, us again, only we blamed in on them. Both of them, Mother and Father, taking the rap for our need for power-over structures to keep things in place that benefit the few. What a great tactic for oppressive structures - remove the mother from the children - and then watch who we have become. What a tangled story we must each unravel for ourselves - and hopefully - at times together in sanctuary and sisterhood. Shiloh Sophia

Curious? Explore Sanctuary Red Madonna Sisterhood 2023 here - we have been leading this community if women seekers and teachers since 2011. You can read my entire writing on this topic on this page link.

Good morning dear ones! You haven’t heard from me for a bit because I didn’t have any Internet in Mexico. I kept recording things for you but couldn’t get them posted ~ so for today I’m posting a poem that I wrote on the plane, but in the moment, I embellished it as I spoke it. Perhaps it will stir something in you ~ maybe pick up your own pen or magic keyboard, and see what shows up!

Shiloh

Photo of self portrait on Christmas while I dream of wings

Dedicated to Julie and Sage and the sandwich that I got to be a part of

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Hello Everyone - May this podcast about Medicine Painting be illuminating and inviting.

We start today if you want to join us to experience healing and intuitive awakening through Intentional Creativity https://musea.org/apothecary-2023/

Blessings on your day

Shiloh Sophia

Cosmic Hand - this is my hand painted by Sue Hoya Sellars in 2000

This is just a little check in from me to you… a word of encouragement

Cosmic Cowgirls Creed 

We are

Women Between Worlds

transforming Lives into Legends

and these are the 13 stands

of our community

We are

Inspired Revolutionaries

We do our own work,

choosing to do whatever it takes

to be truly who we are now

and who we are becoming

We are

Cosmic Connectors

We have been called to gather

in red thread circles,

trusting that our paths have led us

to one another and this circle

We are

Mysterious Muses

We are feisty seekers,

living from a space of muse-led

inquiry where we gather insights

and take inspired action

We are

Intentional Creatives

We choose to consciously create

through unbridled self-expression,

moving ideas and energy into form

We are

Everyday Alchemists

We embody our capacity

to be at cause for transformation,

collaborating with quantum potential

in art, poetry, dance, song and ritual

We are

Dangerous Thinkers

We create our own innovative culture,

challenging systems and paradigms

We are both pattern-breakers and

pattern-makers who stand for

freedom for all

We are

Generous Visionaries

We transform our stories into

teachings, seeking to uplift the.

mythology of our kin,

our families, communities, beloveds,

and Earth

We are

Courageous Rebels

We dance between worlds,

weaving the irreverent and the sacred,

taking our own mighty stands

and respecting the stands of others

We are

Blazing Peacemakers

We believe in justice, safety, equality, equity

and care for all living beings

We encourage a global inter-generational circle

that is spiritually and culturally diverse

We are

Unique Individuals

We hold true that each person

has their own information

and a sacred responsibility to their

own piece of the red thread

We are

Legendary Weavers

We are badass mystics, edge-walkers

and mavericks living in the mystery,

who choose to author our own futures

we claim a chosen lineage

We are

Radical Sovereigns

A Cosmic Cowgirl chooses individual insights

and her own creed to live by

We are a community that does not require complete

agreement in order to stand, dance and create together

We are

Wild-Hearted Women

We are born to love!

We choose to be fully self-expressed beings

in this rodeo of the soul!

With our bare feet on the red earth,

our heads in the stars and

our hearts on our sleeves!

And we all said, YAHOOOO!

Dear Ones, Today, February 22nd at 12pm PT, we honor the works of our Legend Students during our LIVING LEGEND GROUP EXHIBIT presented by Musea Intentional Creativity Museum in connection with the Intentional Creativity Foundation 501(c)3.

Register for your Complimentary Ticket Here.

Join us at 10am HT | 12pm PT | 3pm ET | 9pm CEST | Next Day 7am AEDT | 9am NZDT

We will unveil 14 years of the Cosmic Cowgirls' LEGEND course and the artwork of over 100 women showcased, including an amazing display of over 100 legendary images!

The Cosmic Cowgirls have been serving up Legendary Lives since 2008 with thousands of women taking the course around the world. This is an opportunity to witness the archetypes of women who accessed their true voice and story through a framework of living their most epic Legendary life.

These paintings will have a huge impact, expanding your mind, heart and ability to consider what is possible for your own life, should you choose to claim a new story that you create on your own terms...

Admission is complimentary and we look forward to gathering in community for a truly Legendary event!

The White Birds of the Bone-House

I want to light a spark

in the darkened

bone-house of being

I want to look around

with golden eyes

that see in the dark

To see what is here

that I haven't seen

inside the cave of me

there is story

waiting to take wing

I hear that there is a cage in us

with a thousand

white star-birds flapping

against their constraints

waiting for us to open the door

My ancestors keep

pointing, their long fingers

extending

past the gossamer garments

they wear now

"look here, now here

CHILD! There it is

Can't you see it - ?"

But....But...I complain

Sometimes I don't want

to be spoken to

in grey-misted mystery

Sometimes cage and bird talk

don't make me feel good

I want plain speak that shows

a clear path and guidelines

of how to stay on track

I want you to be with me

I want to feel you near

I want some tea time

with you near enough

for me to smell you

I want to complain

and have you listen

as If I was laying on your

softened lap with heaps

of embroidered pillows

under my sleepy head

Why didn't you tell us -

You can choose

consciousness

and open the greening portal

to the inside world

where the red poppies grow wild

I don't remember you tellng me:

You can design your identity,

just open the treasure box

with the broken lock

Why didn't you teach us

to summon the self

and change our identity

by showing up for the

festival of colored lights

and that broken down nights

will only last so long?

Did you tell me

and I missed it?

Must we discover

everyting ourselves?

Inside of here...

if we can ever figure out

where 'here' is:

There are

many women dancing

and soft pink beds to rest upon

for as long as we need

But the path is washed away

from that last hard rain

You know,

the one that washed away

the two rocking chairs

I didn't sign up for a race

I don't know what this is

but I don't remember

being invited to a competition

to get ahead, be more, do more

There has to be another way

There has to be

something more here

We must be more

than we appear?

You mean,

the instruction manual

is encoded within me

and to read it

I have to learn a new language

made of soil and fur and sun?

You mean the path only reveals

as each foot falls into wet earth?

But wait...you told me all you could

and you love me even if I am

complaining with the tears soaking

your between-world fabrics

I lay with you so long

even the stitches from your

invisible garment imprint

my face

when I wake

When I awake

What I see

amazes me

So today I wrote this

to tell you about it

How each person, opens

the portal through

releasing their

own trapped birds...

sometimes they get caught

in your throat on the way out

sometimes they don't

Look up!

The white birds of

the darkened

the bone-house

are setting themselves free...

with or without me I give thanks

I give thanks

I give thanks

Now to learn how to live

consistent with what is known

while being aware that most of it

will remain unknown

not because it is withheld

but beacuse

we weren't ready yet

Let us ready ourselves!

Let us ready ourselves!

Let us ready ourselves...

the time for expanding our

capacity to love is here

if you write poetry with a firey pen

if you pray with paint-stained hands

the birds will begin to fly

Pray for me! Pray for me!

I too, I will

I will pray for you!

Shiloh Sophia

(painting layer from Tempo painted yesterday - with graphics added)

Listen now | Inquiries into loving more + why anti-racism work might not be landing for white people + story about my mother's inter-racial marriage when I was 8 and more to ponder with your cuppa tea....

Dear Ones! Today I have a potent invitation for you. An invitation to claim your time back from the 7 days a week, 8 housr day, M-F, blah blah time paradigm. Now I know most of us have to work. That said. There is a way for you really be sovereign in how you spend your time and it requires planning. I just spent 3 hours working on my calendar for the next six months, it is a ritual in claiming space for you. Even doing the planning lets your whole self know you are choosing to claim your time. In 2022 I worked 7 days a week most weeks. I was trying to get ahead from getting so behind during COVID. Well. It didn't work. I kept getting more behinder. So I am trying something different - I am reclaiming my time. I hope it works. lol. Once you start working that much it can be hard to slow down. Ten days in Mexico and a little bitta tan and saltwater and time with real people was a perfect inspiration. I mostly just don't want to live my life like I was living it. I LOVE my work and this community - but it isn't working really to sacrifice my time. I want more time without computers and more time with my local village. So I am sharing this with you and an inviation to join me in claiming your time. My color-coded 2023 for the rest of the year calendar includes: *One and a half hours of creative time per day for the Tea with the Muse - for me this is drawing, writing and designing time. *Cafe and Happy Hour as a bookend to single every day. Cafe is usually between 7-9. Happy hour is usually between 5-7. With My Love. *Days off - one or two per week - that means no appointments at all, unstructured time. * One Week per month with no virtual appointments at all * 2 Weeklong vacations from work per year booked - oh yes! * Weekly financial review and planning - important! * Studio Days for specific arts like painting and writing #musedays * Friendship windows for luncheons and slumber parties * Swim times + Lunch times five days a week * Nature time at Wild Water Creek * Half hour breaks betwen calls when possible * No more than 3 zooms in a day on zoom days and only two zoom days a week if possible. Sometimes three if I have private clients. * 8 Feast Days - Solstices and Equinoxes and cross quarter peak days * New Moons and Full Moons * Two community calls per month to connect While that sounds really structured, and it is - in this there is freedom in knowing I have space. I have been living by what my calendar says for about ten years - and while I would - like almost everyone - prefer nothing on my calendar - my life just isn't like that right now. So to create freedom and flow I need structure. Perhaps the biggest change which will take about 6 months to put into place (and that impacts all of you). I will be having two primary calls per month with our virtual community. One will be Imprensiva - Society Membership with Jonathand and myself - we are focusing on the Quantum Cascade - and one will be 'Shiloh time' - still picking the name for this circle - and I am planning on doing it for 50 years - to create the pattern in the field of space and time. The 'Shiloh time' (as Virginia calls it) will take the place of me needing to be on calls in every program - it just isn't working and I am too spread out. I know our community will honor this change as it begins to unfold. We have been trying for years and doing better - but there comes a time when we just have to say - okay - something new. I am thinking of you all today. Wishing you all health and wellness and spaciousness. I have so much gratitude for each of you in my life and in our life. May every Musea Studio be humming with the joy that is Intentional Creativity. If you feel called to share - your response to what I am sharing or an action you took for you - please do. I know those who love me will be happy to hear me stop saying how I am working 7 days a week lol. Even the idea of 'spending time' needs a change. I don't want to spend my time at all. I want to experience time in my life, not spend time. My time isn't really for sale. Not really. I choose what I do with it. The sooner I can really live this reality - the sooner time will be on my side. Time is on my side. I don't know that there is any 'side' to take it from because this is not a competition with two sides. That said for today I claim time is on my side and that I have all the time I need. Today I will experience the last day where I have back to back appointments from start to finish. I got up a 4 so I could map out my life. Today there is little time for lunch or swimming. Looking at my schedule today was my inspiration - no more. So thank you busy day for being my teacher and my catalyst and my invitation to everyone else to join me. With joy and the love that flows between us and a wink from the Muse XO Shiloh Sophia Two Cups of Coffee in Careyes, Mexico

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Here is the audio transcript if you wish to read with a cuppa instead ❤️

Dear Ones,

I wonder if you find yourself thinking about the different worlds that we seem to inhabit as a self, but largely unconsciously. It's almost like we become aware of worlds as we become adults because we've lost some connection to it somewhere between childhood and adulthood. We stopped seeing and dreaming in the way that we used to when we used to have imaginary friends and imaginary worlds.

I can't help but wonder if we wouldn't have a different world at large if children were truly taught to keep their imaginal world front and center as a way of thinking and being. We're not very old, eight to 12 depending on the culture that we're living in, sometimes even younger than that, before we start to create a disconnect, whether that's conscious by adults in our space, I think largely unconscious, or just in a desire to sit into being inside of a structure.

If we don't act like we're present and participating in culture, we sometimes are told we're daydreamers. We're told to stop making things up and stop pretending. We're told to grow up and use our adult voice. We're taught not to use our outside voice inside. But while all this is happening and has a relative level of logic to it, something else is being lost. We don't even know enough about it to talk about it.

Many people have to become adults and be able to afford education in order to start thinking about the imaginal world they left behind as a child. So many people we work with in our intentional creativity community can remember the moment they put down a crayon. That's how significant that moment is. If I ask them what was happening in that day, or even what they wearing or who was there, they often have this almost supernatural vision of themselves in that moment.

We're yet to determine why that image is so absolutely looming and huge in our lives. Why that moment would be so big that we would actually stop creating, sometimes until we're adult. I have different theories about why I think that moment is so significant.

One of them is that, until that moment, we are largely connected with our imaginal world, and move freely and easily between imagination and what others around us perceive as a kind of reality. When someone becomes critical of our creativity, which in many cases is an externalized version of our internal world, whether that's drawing, singing, dancing, playing, make-believe, when that in any way gets criticized, when it had been largely encouraged before, but nobody told us when we were going to stop being encouraged to be imaginative. There was no warning. We get surprised.

In that moment, something happens, a rupture, that it could take the rest of someone's life to repair, if we even know to do it. It's almost like we're caught in the act of somehow not being connected, somehow not being connected to the reality that the adults around us have been enforcing. It's a moment, it's a flash, it's a rupture, and we start to, in a way for many of us, become concerned about ourselves.

It could be a moment where self-trust is lessened and where we recognize a stark reality between what we think of as our imagination and what we are now crashing into as the reality in which everyone else is living and somehow we weren't. My mother, Karen, used to think of this moment as a time when many people would start to think they were just a little bit crazy and had to hide and pretend to behave in order to fit in.

Over days, months, or years of trying to fit in and not invite that imaginary friend to the lunch table anymore, because now there's real friends to behave and act normal with, we actually start to lose trust with that internal world. And then later, as we go on in education, we're criticized if we're not connected to our creativity and our imagination. We're criticized if we're too structured, too A type, too left brain. And so this tug of war between imagination and reality is set in place and barely ever do we actually talk about it in a way that can be understood and healed.

In the work of intentional creativity, the invitation is to reconnect to the imaginal world while still being connected with the resonant world. I call it resonant world because I don't want it to be an external world from our internal world. External inherent in the vocabulary actually indicates separateness.

If we could move from our inner world to our imaginal world and then into a resonant world, we would be able to navigate what we experience as internal and imaginal, and relate it and bring it into harmony with the resonance of those people, places, things, animals, energies, archetypes, creatures, symbols, and stories all around us. We would have a sense of place in the cycle of things and a sense of our own place. It would be resonant and we would seek for contextual resonance by choice, and our imagination would give us contextual relevance.

One of the things I have to watch myself with when I'm leading circle is when someone seems out of context. In my family's world, context is queen. It means you are conscious of being appropriate to the context. And when someone isn't appropriate to the context, to me, it interferes with the resonance, and I want to smooth it over and stop it. That's my first response. What my mom would call a knee jerk response. It's the first response.

The second response is, how is this important right now? How is this wild moment leading to something else? If someone's breaking out into a dance in the middle of a meditation, should I invite everyone to dance? If someone's making a lot of loud noises or opening a candy wrapper while I'm trying to say a prayer, should I suddenly start to make sounds and invite everybody to do the same? Should I ask the person to stop or should I impatiently wait?

When I lead circle, it's this interesting moment to notice all the sharp bits about myself, about how much I desire a level of coherence. But a resonant world wouldn't necessarily be that everything is the same and in harmony. It would actually mean that everything works in tandem and it's time together, and that there is a place for everything.

What I think I'm really reacting to is what I perceive as a lack of consciousness or a lack of willingness to participate in what I consider the energy that I'm weaving or that's present. That's where the overworld comes in. Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes, who wrote, Women Who Run with the Wolves would say that this is an over culture, a dominant power over kind of energy that exists at the level of paradigm. Pretty much all of us participate in it, even those of us who lead circle.

For me, when I notice that overworld coming in or have a desire to control for the sake of myself and everyone in the room, because I think it's best for everyone, for there to be coherence, I have to just stop and ask myself, what is the wild one in the room trying to show us? In almost all indigenous cultures, there's a wild one.

There's an emu in the indigenous aboriginal culture. There's the coyote in Native American culture. The trickster exists in so many forms all around the world, and I admit it's one of the places I have trouble. We have quite a few tricksters in our community. You know who you are. And I sometimes am challenged by the context, but that's part of the role of the trickster to shake things up. And what if a resonant field is woven all together with the tricksters?

And what if those of us who are pretending toward consciousness could recognize the trickster as part of the resonance? The trickster, FYI, for your information, is usually one of the highest intelligent beings in the circle because they're actually paying attention to everything that's happening. And for there to be a true resonance, there has to be a true diversity, and tricksters act out when they see there's homogeny instead of resonance.

As I grow up, I'm learning. And I'm learning how trickster is not my own archetype, but how I value the supreme, hilarious intelligence of those around me. For example, on Sonoma Mountain, the land that we revere here in Sonoma County, which is considered the birthplace of creation for the coast Miwok, the creator of the world is coyote. I sigh when I hear that because I'm like, "Ugh, I do not want an engagement with coyote." But I do want an engagement with coyote's children, two sisters - question women and answer women, and they exist often as two crows cackling on a fence.

I think I've seen them. I think I've heard their stories. I think I've heard them laughing at me, with me, beside me, at all of this madness. So I watch my participation in the overworld. The dominant world is something else altogether. An overworld is the way that we try to fit in to structures and circles or insist that other people do. It's largely unconscious, and I'm not saying there's not a place for this overness, but overness unchecked becomes a form of supremacy, and at its worse, domination, and at its very, very worse, a kind of white supremacy which becomes paradigmatic in the consciousness of the individual.

I'm coming to you today with an invitation to begin to make some distinctions for yourself, within yourself, or the capital S itself. How do you think of your internal world or your internal self? Sometimes what I call the hidden self, because largely we're not conscious of the power it has and the way it operates, yet it's operating all the time. In fact, it operates how you speak to yourself, whether you hear the critic or the muse or some other cacophony. How do you be with your imaginal world? Have you been hanging out there recently? Have you done some healing?

If you create with us the giant paintings that we work on or engage with us in any of our courses, then you've reengaged with your imaginal world because it's absolutely essential to creating a painting and writing a story from the perspective of the painting. We do a lot of healing around the imaginal world in our community.

Where do you see yourself in the place of things from an overworld perspective? In what ways are you capturing and dominating yourself from within? And in what ways are you participating in an overworld that's happening out there that many say is reality, but here we question?

And what about the resonant world? What would it be like if we could work toward a resonant world, which has a diversity of possibility? It isn't all peace, unicorns, and butterflies. It also includes cactus and iguana and the wild ones who refuse to be in context. When I think of the community leaders here at Musea, the reports I often receive where I am asked to step into work something out, the first thing that I notice about the story is that someone has behaved in a way out of context with "How we are here."

And I realize that I too have been a part of creating a culture where there's a certain way that we are, and I want to pay attention to that. Because while I respect that there's a way that we are that includes respect, connection, inclusivity, conscious action toward diversity, and always in efforting toward equity, even though rarely actually achieving it because it's complex and it takes time and people and conversation, I have to question the way that we have created an overworld and to pay attention.

Whenever someone says, this isn't how we do it here, I want to ask, "Well, how is it that we do it here?" And so for today, this is how we do it here. We question ourselves. We visit our different worlds. We look at our assumptions and our dominant behaviors, and we seek to find a resonance. Resonance, which is not about harmony per se, but actually about life living itself.

Humans are so busy trying to simplify and dominate and collate and categorize and articulate that we tend to trim the wild garden. And I don't know about you, but the wild garden is the place where life is happening. In my relationships, in my creativity, in my truly hidden world self, I want a wild garden. I don't want my hedges trimmed and my palm trees topped and the bugs kept out. I want a wild garden. A wild garden has the sound of resonance, moments of harmony, moments of chaos, moments of out of context wildness, and plenty of peace and quiet woven in.

So today, the invitation is to consider your own relationship with your internal world, your imaginal world, your overworld, and with the resonant world. And to ask yourself, is there anything right now that's arising for you? Were you to desire to do a little bit of a deep dive into a territory where you haven't been hanging out? Maybe right now you could close your eyes, enter the realm of imagination and just look and just see, and just ask, what message from what part of my world is arising for me right now?

I invite you to sing about it, to write about it, to draw about it, to be all about it.

with love,

~ Shiloh Sophia

Hi Ya’ll ~ today I decided to turn my letter from the red thread café into a podcast. Discover the super cool things happening at Musea right this minute!

SS ❤️⭕️❤️🍫

Dear Ones, I’m in Mexico for the holidays teaching art and I was thinking of you and our struggles to become. Here’s an approach I learned from my 2 mamas.

* Why asking if you are good enough won’t work out

* How our environment keeps us grasping for belonging

* Considering your ideal question for you as authentic to you

* My proposal of a better question

And yes…there are wrong questions and mistakes.

Loving you

Blessings Shiloh Sophia

Ps: pausing on my memoir for the holidays because it’s a little depressing in this juncture. I’ve recorded the next episode but each time I try to push publish I just can’t yet.

pps this is a photo of me in the hammock yesterday contemplating my ideal question

A Vigil to Honor My Father

The Greening Side of Things

When I think of you

it is always the deepest color of green

Not the green that the sun kisses

to make it glow with light

The green on the underside of the leaf

where the spider dwells

The dark under the log

where the salamander sleeps

The green on the inside of a tree

where only the elvin ones can see

Once, once I told you

you went wrong

when you should have gone right

You are a poet like my mother

not an outlaw for a Pa

You were a mystic gone wrong

and finally you took the wrong turn

for the l last time

What were you feeling

in those last moments?I hope it was a burst of joy

the one you always left this world to seek

I hope you saw the colored lights

the ancients send out as beacons to the lost

But then perhaps you never lost your way

instead honored your broken

and beautiful greening way.

I think of you often,

with neither anger or regret

and most days

I just wish I could have shown you

that I see the magic too

You weren’t the one who showed me

but I always knew you saw it tooOne day you came to my house

for breakfast unannounced I had prepared a quiche and as you

sat to eat in silence – you said

This is what I really really needed

and I just didn’t know it.

Thank you.I hoped you would see in me

all you hoped I would become

but you never said

You just told me you prayed for me

and I also – pray for you.

I would like to think on you as ancestor

but when I reach in the spaces between

it is only the greening I see

not the identity that was you

You have returned to the soil

and I will honor you here in green dirt

with the passing of each season.

Rest well father of the greening

A message from me at the sea…

What’s blooming? What’s being turned in? What colors are you noticing that are different from a few months ago…

Dear Ones

I wrote this today. I have so many things I would love to share with you. Big big stories as big as redwoods and small stories as tiny as a baby ant!But for today, just this poem, and an invitation to join me for a complimentary class on the Wheel of the Year on Sunday with my friends Lavender Grace and trish o’malley,

The painting below became a kind of fortelling of something I will share with you on Sunday about Wild Water Creek on Sonoma Mountain. We were adopted by a creek and I want to tell you why….Love,

Shiloh Sophia The painting is called The Birth of Sonoma Mountain.p.s. You can now make a contribution if you want to Tea with the Muse. People were pledging even though I didn’t have the button turned on. It’s all still free, I am not going to make exclusive content for the time being. But thank you, those of you who offered even when I didn’t ask.

The Wheelhouse of the Mother

Do you see those planets dangling

from the hem of her garment?

Oh! When she dances, how glorious!The stars sprinkle through her skin

Shimmering in the black silence

Bearing witness to ancient stories

Her face is so radiant, you can’t

even see her eyelashes most days

just a twinkle here or there

The moon is her beauty mark

and depending on the day

she shows us a glimmering crescent

She is like that, just dazzling…

our most amazing mother

filled with the beauty of creation

Her breathe the air

Her love the fire

Her dreams the earth

Her songs the water

Her stories the core

Her family the cosmos

All of it is her great big

beautiful body

Me? Oh I’m her daughter and

I live here at the mouth of a waterway

Moving up and down the mossy rocks

in rubber boots and flannel

Keeping company with the redwood,

the oak and the wild grape

Having tea with deer and dove

and pink cake my lover made

I used to live in caves before houses

I used to spend time, instead of time

spending me, long long ago

I was wild once, you know  

and in my soul I am still

and so are you

Do you remember how we played?

I must remember, and you too,

That we are more than we appear

to be, we shall see

Did you see that bird fly by?

To remember who I am I must

make parties, feasts and dances

Eight times a year, then I remember

Will you come to supper with me?

I follow the patterns of her sun,

her moon and her feisty eclipses

I watch her face for my actions and

I count the days on hands and knees

I am part of creation creating itself

The milky sky high-way is our

home and if we really know that

we can see how this unfolds

There are stars under my skin

There are rivers flowing in my heart

There are people I have yet to meet

There are stories we, beloved one,

are yet to tell

I believe, I believe

Mother will show me the way

We live here safely in the

Wheelhouse of the Mother

For A.S.G.

“We must refocus our collective memory. The necessity for this has never been greater as we discover that the path of 'progress' is extinguishing the very conditions for life on earth.” Marijah Gimbutas Dear Ones, I am inviting you to join me LIVE for a ritual to end the dominance era plus design a personal path of practice. Part history + Part Story + Part ritual + Intentional Creativity process. My friend Anasuya Isaacs will join me for this experience.

Recently over two hundred women joined in this ritual live a part of a class - and we wanted to offer it to all of you as well. All spiritual traditions that are welcoming are welcome. See you in circle

Shiloh Sophia

Cucuteni Culture - The Cucuteni–Trypillia culture, also known as the Tripolye culture(c. 5500 to 2750 BCE) Eastern Europe.This image has the word dream time, a brand across it - but this image can’t really be copyrighted can it? Leaving it for now.

Hi! I’m sharing about how I work with my theme for the year. What’s yours?

My personal theme for the year is: I am connected!

Thinking of you ❤️

Happy New Year to each of you. Today’s riffing with the Muse is an invitation to inhabit your imagination. With love, Shiloh Sophia

Good Morning! I had a significant inquiry arise about patriarchy being a trauma response last night after studying all day long. My heart started beating and my mind spinning. There was a softening in me I hadn’t had before. Since I, with many others work to complete the era of domination all the time. A trauma response to a cataclysmic natural event like a flood?

I wonder what I would spend my time on if I wasn’t trying to bring right to where there is wrong?

Anyway I dove into more and more research and was even more compelled. Maybe this has been spoken before - I don’t know - I am not going to look yet - I want to form my own opinions first and hang out in the right brain heart feeling - what if we are acting like this because we have been hurt - it was normal to form a patristic structure for a while but it has gone on too long and moved into areas we never dreamed we were capable of. This audio is my unformed morning thoughts as I prepare to welcome 200 women into painting their version of the Divine Feminine today. I have put questions with floods in certain places until I can do more research. 

Join us here today - or in a week complimentary session - The End of the Domination ERAThis and other things like a good cuppa coffee,

Shiloh Sophia

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Father Christmas and Rudolph are thought to be, based on historical evidence, a take-over from stories centered in the feminine. For me, these stories are worth being told and it is a part of my own geographic heritage.

I am not going to duplicate the text, it’s in the audio. However you honor and celebrate these times - I hope you will look into the not so distant past and find the missing mother, who isn’t missing at all. We have been behaving as motherless children, and we are not. Not at all. I declare the end of the dominant era in my own life. From here, we heal. I call this journey and this information - Matrica. I have to start somewhere. Why not start at the source, the mother.

Dear Ones, These are my thoughts this morning on

how much energy it takes to resist the power that be within and without

the power of rebellion but not just against outer structures but inner ones

the shaping of idenity and how art works with that

and

here’s an invitation to The Quickening - our upcoming training for those who also want to work with artist archetype

Love

Shiloh Sophia

My family has so many stories…here’s one that has informed most of my life. What started as a criticism became a family legend. A fun listen, and hopefully a laugh with a cuppa something good….

Shiloh Sophia

Dear ❤️ Hearts ~ sharing how I’m feeling today about Musea University starting… Shiloh Sophia