It’s been a minute. I want to speak to you about soul. And a thread. And about courting soul, or as I often say, ‘courting the sacred’. And sometimes, maybe even often, it’s hard. She doesn’t want to be seduced. Or reality is not giving in. Everything hurts. Life is so damn stressful and honestly annoying so much of the time. Gosh, if I could record my hours wringing out my skin with customer service chats because yet again things are not working and people are being useless, and probably...

Hello dears, Holy fucking shit. I could probably begin and end here, signed xRikke. There are so many threads I could pull out that might all have meaningful offshoots, do I write about my sacred rage for the world? do I write about the holy rebellion and resistance to the powers that seek to exploit and dominate and oppress? Do I write about the tenderness of grief and the cracking open even and especially now? Do I write to my women and survivors in this community who like...

I always wonder about the thinning of the veils in the dark months, and the medicine of the dark in general, as a doorway into the subtle worlds. In the Dzogchen lineage of advanced Tibetan Buddhism, practitioners utilize dark room retreats as a technology of recognition of the non-dual state, and apparently so did the ancient Egyptians, Mayans and Taoists in their own ways. The Kogi people of Columbia raise their spiritual leaders in dark caves from birth, to commune with a hidden dimension...