This is a story about a girl who lived until she died. She lived in the normal sense of the word, like the way puppies and flowers and humans do. But, she died in a very special way, like the way saints and angels and empresses do. Here is her journey. She was born in a chaotic bloody splash much like all of us, but for her this splashing was in a living room, under water while her mother labored in an inflatable kiddy pool. While she was being squeezed through the narrow bon
I was ushered into condor form by my daughter Zoe, who lives in the Otherworld during a dream I had while sleeping at the Requa Inn on the Klamath River in late February 2014. My star daughter Zoe
in the form of the velvety night sky
reaches her giant sky wings down from the heavens
and envelopes me in a gentle hug.
I relax into her strong moon-lit starry wings.
I feel the warmth of the heavens embrace and heal me.
I want to know what it feels like
to have wings a
In dedication to the Earth Mother Who Turns the Seasons, my earthly mother Maya, and my sweet Persephone Zoe. All my love, Michael. This is a story about Demeter, the Greek Goddess of grain and abundance. Her daughter, Persephone, was taken by the Lord of the Underworld, Hades, to rule as his Queen over the lands of death. Here we see the aftermath of this transition. The brilliant sun poured warmth over the meadow, bathing the maiden amongst the blossoms in a golden honey gl
Liberation is the way to evolution. As I align with my Higher Self, brilliance awakens within me. I release with ease that which depletes my vitality so I soar toward my special destiny. ~ Christina Caudill, Radiant Astrology She was sick. Her body ached and the pain took her breath away. At night she tossed and turned, trying to relax, to get comfortable. The fear came then. She could imagine the tumors growing inside her body, all down her left side, breast, belly, leg. She
It is very early one sweet morning in January that I find myself dropped right into a vivid recurring dream. I have had this dream at least four times since our daughter Zoe died three years ago. I think one of my sons has even had the same dream. For me, these dreams have felt more like working visitations from her than dreams. It begins the same way each time; we have been transported back to the day before Zoe is going to die, with full awareness that this is her last
You reside in St. Camille, Oregon. These are the last, glorious years of your life. Sleepy St. Camille is near Chonee University, where you still have an office. Your wonderful lawyer wife, friend Raven, died three years ago. You were partners for 48 years. Not that Raven has gone silent; now and then you still hear her clear, carefree voice. Your colleagues indulge you and quietly shake their heads. You are still active at the university, and you continue to publish in vario