If I am the universe and the universe is me, then anything is possible.

If my sister is God and God is her, then the miracle she’s called in is already here.

The heart is created first, the first organ to develop after an egg meets a sperm.

A heart! The organ that keeps the body in balance and working from the union of two things. From two things that were once empty space.

Two cells become 4, 8 cells become more and a heart emerges from nothingness into life.

And beats and beats and beats into the dance that is our destiny.

Open a chrysalis halfway into the nympha stage and you find a puddle of liquid.

In order to be able to become a butterfly, the caterpillar has to fall apart completely, decompose down to its very essence, devoid of any shape or consciousness. It literally dies. There is nothing left of it.

Soulcraft

And from that nothing left, a butterfly is created.

Putting itself together, piece by piece, part by part.

Until it is ready to fly far and high, butterfly.

From the darkness, a star is born as atoms of light are squeezed under massive pressure until their nuclei, their center source, undergoes fusion.

We are made of stars, the same particles that illuminate the night sky around Mother Earth, make us up too.

If people can come alive during funeral prep and full of cancer, if they can return after end organ failure and death, my faith remains solid in the limitless potential of it all.

“She’s either going beyond the mind or beyond the body”, my IV says, either way, the possibilities are endless.

She goes beyond the body, to the healing space where all is well and everything functions in perfect order.

She leaves us for a moment or a few moments.

In the quantum world time doesn’t exist, so it may seem like forever for us, but an instant for her.

She returns to be reborn, a body, the fiercest soul and its 3 trillion cells healthy and healed for her story to be told around the world.

Or goes beyond the mind, eliminating all the thought forms of illness and dis-ease.

Her body reads the organs and cannot label them as anything but full of life and vitality.

She returns to be reborn, a body, the strongest soul and its 3 trillion cells healthy and healed for her story to be told around the world.

They call me delusional, my ideas, delusions.

Until they realize the whole world and all of life is an illusion.

We dream at night and during the day, creating every step and moment as work or play.

So why not make it fun and good and full of joy?

Why not create pathways of love and possibilities and dreams come true?

Ask any child, they will show you the way.

Their pathways are closer to source, to those of the cosmos, of the supernovas, ancestors & other worlds.

Of timeless travels, fearless adventures, of spontaneous healing, of multi-dimensions and spirit friends abound.

Writing these words, lightens my heart and reminds me of the new novel we’re writing today and everyday.

Where M Sol gets to hang with her tia Earth side when she’s a teen. Where Chloe bear calls her mama Grande for recipes when she’s in college. Where mama gets to laugh with her daughter for days about the time she got sick and returned from the darkness into the angelic human being she’s always been.

I like this story, this narrative, this reality. I believe it to be my crucible truth and will create it every moment of every day.

I love you my sister, my C.O.

I’m here, patiently waiting for your bestseller to be released.