Melissa Dowling

Legend – Oracle and Ally – Story

“The Seer”

You know who I am,
you know I have always been right here. Beside you,
carrying you,
holding you,
cradling you,
wiping away your tears,
laughing with you,
celebrating with you.
Always
always,
I have been right here.
Right here.

I am your greatest and truest Ally. I am just a soul’s whisper away.

I am there in the gap between heartbeats, in the space between breaths,
around every corner,
behind very door.

I am within every shadow, singing in the sunlight,
dancing on rainbows and
riding every moonbeam that shines on your face.

I am there.
I am here.
In the darkness and the light. I am here.
I am always.

I am always within you For, I am you.
I am your deepest wisdom

I am your soul connection.
I am your voice to the Great Unseen.
I am your thread to the Source of life.
I am your umbilical cord to the All That Is, All That Was and All That Will Be.

I leave the door ajar,
the window cracked open. I let the Light in.

I let in the Light.
I illuminate life’s mysteries.
I cast light on the shadows that haunt you,
that hold you captive,
that hold you back.
I light up the Way.

I see the moment of creation.

I see the deep suffering.
I see the beauty in a moment.
I see the unfathomable injustices.
I see the moments of kindness.
I see the deep sorrow.
I see the boundless joy.
I see both sides of the coin separately and simultaneously.

Do you wish to venture with me? Let us share this vision.
You only need to accept your gifts. You only need to accept.

Say Yes.
Say Yes.
Say Yes.

Look in the mirror. Who do you see?
You see Light.
I have a gift for you. The Seer.

She sees and she reflects.
Inwards and Outwards, all at once. Independently,
separately,
but all at once.
And as deeply as you are prepared to dive.

Nanette Saylor

Welcome Amethyst Aria Grace, she who has come to cause and to create Love, Joy, Peace and Freedom.

She
I see,
She
I be.
She
I know
She
I grow.
She
I live,
She
I give.
She
I pray,
She
I play.
She
I can,
She
I am.
She
I be,
She
is me.

Janiese Wesley

Imagine
Dreams from my youth crying out today,
“You forgot how to speak to the river and tell it to dance.”
Do not cry or fear my words
Imagine
“Talking to that river now, and watch me make it dance for you.”
Remember how we’d pray for hours until morning light confessing our sins.
Imagine
The moment you started to pray you felt lighter, loved and celebrated

Don’t let the pain of this life take your light out.

Do not cry or fear my words
Imagine
Standing on the highest mountain of this world and commanding the earth to move
Listen to the earth groaning at the sound of my voice.
Imagine
Our voices becoming one continuous circle surrounding our enemies.
Imagine
Watching them run to safety and lose momentum
Imagine
Holding hands while rivers of living water falls down on us
Let the water wash away all doubts and fears.
Let it heal our broken hearts and set our souls free.
Imagine
Victory and Grace waiting to greet us with warm kisses and soft hugs.
Imagine

Semerit Strachan

The Legend: The Black Woman giving birth to the Cosmos

Tova Ramer

Legend / Mystic
A constellation of gems encircle her neck.
Ms. Universe … Still receiving messages
from the previous world,
a trans=mission flows through her eyes
then radiates universally in the 4 directions.
Ripplings, radiating , warm compassion,
projecting insight and wonder Wherever her eyes lead.

Protozoa goddess of fertility,
Birthing while being birthed.
Now…now…now.

Life in all forms and formlessness
Riding the vibrational waves of our
desire and Contentment.

Surprise… Super eyes

Her thick hair, braided like a challah
In celebration of gathering abundance

On a quest of discovery and service
a call to attend To Healing the
suffering in our selves and our world.

Anna Maria Michalski

She speaks:
I am the one
who listens with her bones
who speaks with wisdom of ancient times
who sees with the eye of her heart

She comes from the darkness with all the gifts she has created from her life’s journey until now…. into the light.

Feather Redfox

I have powerful past life memories of several lives in Egypt. Even as a child I looked at my father’s books on ancient history searching for images from that time and was fascinated by them. In 2008 I took a trip to Egypt and was able to see and touch in person many of the images so familiar to me. This figure with Anubis and the Blue Lotus seemed to be a record of all of that The images of the polar bear refer to something from the Book of the Dead that speaks about a star gate with the Great Bear or Ursa Major from a time I was a priestess with Sekhmet there. All images hold the memories of those lives and their influences on today woven together. There are images of protectors and Guides from other lives as well as this one, Aspens, a Full Moon and a bird of unknown origin who seems to find its way into a number of my paintings are some of those. I know that there are people in my life today who were also there at that time and so this image is a reminder and record of all that has been and the past’s connection to the present. It is a part of my Legend that I see with new eyes often and learn from..

Christina Cappelletti

Title: Completion, the Beginning.
Core message: Transmutation
Her story began in exhaustion, standing demoralized in the wakes of her decades of social justice work battling the timeless sagas of humanity’s wreckage. The journey of Legend led into her soulspace of repose and beauty — the ways she creates and holds spaces for restoration, discovery and play. The way forward was deeply yet newly known.

I have begun the rituals of goodbye and hello.
I give over the tools of Warrior Healer to others.
I now turn to what is needed to transmute all that I Know into my remaining journey…
Community Creatrix: Artist. Guide. Illuminator.

Process and Symbols
The Glow of my long Journey of fierce freedom-fighting is in the wings, heart and eyes of my Legend’s calm radiance. I feel wise and patient, more of my Milky Way Return than of Earth now, yet still present to my Walk. I am curious about the elements of my coming journey. The painting process has been both a delight and a struggle of letting go to trust and wrangling the details. I so wanted (Anthropas) Green Womon’s symbols and pizzazz, but this archetype has a strong gaze of “No, not needed here.” I have laughed at how often I approached her with my loaded brush, only to quietly step back and put down my tools. At one point I literally wanted to paint black all over the canvas. Her eyes stopped me. “Love, accept Yourself. As is. No flourish. Not in this Moment.” She feels like a Buddhist nun version of myself. Grounded in sacred Trust of Being. In comparison, I feel like I have tiny moments of her peace. She is the teacher of this phase of my life’s journey. Yet, She is me. I am Her. We are Here.

Lynette Steele

Between the in-breath and the out-breath, I rest.

The silence that embraces me rocks me gently, re-assuringly,

The rhythm is changing, and I am listening.

I know I have to wait, rest, not even feel the need to breathe.

It will come. It is coming now. This time in a different way.

A soft whisper, a gentle breeze,

Yes, a stirring, a quickening of new life

I wait

listen

opening now

I AM here

I hear her voice calling from the Great Beyond,

travelling across far lands and vast oceans

I feel her song in my breasts, my womb

Stirring memories in my cells

of what once was.

I remember

What is true and real

Life awakens in me

So I can rise from the depths

And show my face

I can BE

Kelly Bonsall

May this calling and this path light you up Wholly, Holy
Keep your eyes open
Take the Beauty into your Temple
Hold it and Craft it.
Then share it.
She who delights in the moon
She who is Source Magic within
She who is the wisdom of illumination and the quiet mystery in the shadows.

Amanda Khan Young

Legend Clan Cura took me on a spiral journey down to the roots of who I am and back up again. It helped me remember what I had forgotten. This is an excerpt from my Legendary Story: In the void floated one solitary red feather, hovering and bobbing. Could she? Dare she? Should she reach for it? Jump for it? She decided to stop and thank The One who had brought her here. Even though the space seemed infinite, she prayed for safety and protection, leapt into the blackness, her fingers just barely grasping onto the edge of the feather. And once she did grasp it, she was moving at the speed of light and was next to the sun. She floated in its glory, like she had floated as a girl in the grove-pool. Her hair turned transparent and bright and her ordinary clothes were burnt away in the lava-like tendrils of the sun. The feather she was holding transformed into robes that flowed like they were as heavy as gold, yet felt as light as air. Two wings made of phoenix feathers materialised on the back of the robe. One red tendril of the sun spun wildly around her head and rested there to form a circlet. She felt her ancient promise in the circle around her head. She remembered! Her only promise was to be herself, worthy of love and everything good in life. She could have taken one million paths in one million lifetimes and they would have all led here. She smiled with her whole being knowing this. She was radiant with love for everything and everyone. She felt compassion for those who didn’t yet have this knowing. She felt a connection to those who did. May whoever reading this story Remember.

Grace Solman

Moon Woman
Life as a series of metamorphosis

Moon woman,
born into the body of a girl child,
the new waxing moon, begins her journey
of cycles around and round the sun
her central earth star.
Rising anew, like the Phoenix
She is accompanied by Metamorphosis, the water dragon,
who shifts the tides with her flowing body.

As Moon Woman grew into her Maidenhood,
She sought to balance the energies of divine masculine Dragonfly,
(who rises up from the rich muddy waters
to transform into a powerful predator,)
With the divine feminine energy of Butterfly
(who withdraws into a cocoon and dies
in order to become fully realized in her beauty way.)
And as maiden, Moon Woman takes her turn
to create in the infinite cycles of life.
Motherhood, like a mirror, reflects on her child
the aspect of the waning moon.

In time, motherhood gives way to the Queen
The time of fullness and self reflection
The time to reflect on the wholeness of her life lessons
and speak pearls of wisdom
and sing songs of light language.

As Moon Woman moves into her final years on the earth plane,
She enters the time of the Crone, the dark moon.
A time when she prepares to move into rebirth,
Grateful for her constant companions
and the wisdom they shared along the way.

Sue Boardman

She Calls Circles

I hadn’t got much further than Intention on canvas when the dream arose.

Dr. Estes voice: Welcome to the Fireside of the Dangerous Old Woman. Tribe of the Sacred Heart. Many of us Scar Clan. Still Standing. Still dancing.

And so, she began to appear, as I began to share my work in the world. And, with her, a galaxy of prayer dots. Each of them for Hope.

Her gown fashioned from collaged photos of my favorite quilt fabric. An aboriginal pattern of the Divine Feminine. And sequined cowgirl boots!

And the women came. Gathered around her cosmic soup pot. Dancing and feeding the world. Connected by red thread.

And guarded by the mythic dog who sees with his heart. As we all must learn to do.

Now I know more.

(And she and I have heard the call to Red Madonna 2023!)

Olivia Oso

I am She who has led a legendary life….

I come from the cave of Clan Cura,
Here to follow the guidance of my heart
And remember the gifts I carry in my Medicine basket and
Listen to the wisdom of the guides who bring messages………..

Oh My Goddess,
I am a Fire bird,
Soaring into the great Quantum space,
Spreading my wings and shaking my tail feathers.

My medicine basket is woven from the threads of my life…
Revealing to me the gifts I have to share…
a candle to be a “light bearer”,
a goddess talisman to remind me of my deep connection to the Divine Feminine,
a paint brush and pen to give image to what is in my heart…
music notes to sing my sacred songs,
a ball of red thread to make connections with all those I am to meet in this life time.
The sacred tree lives within me and represents my connection to all my relations,
the hand is an extension of my heart and to always put love first.
Precious snowy owl flew in and blessed me……I am to remember the wisdom of the night and the moon and to look to the healing power of the winged-ones.

I am a navigator of my own life and the Ross compass is my instrument of clarity and direction…guiding through the times of challenge as well as showing me the Way of the Heart and the Rose.

Having waded through the deep waters of grief and received so much purification ..this Being represents my Beloved Mary who is healed enough and always lives within me…claiming her sovereign self and innocence.
My ancestors live within my DNA and now guide me from beyond the veil.

Oh Holy Cosmic One, star dust lives within my holy body. I look to the heavens and the star nation and know I belong here.

I am She who brings forth Healing and walk between the Heavens and the Earth…

With precious love, Phoebe Rose Heart

Deanna Miller

My Legend painting honors my matriarchy. Hidden in the garment of the Divine Mother are images of my maternal grandmother and my mother. The story of my maternal lineage is one of survivors and wounded women, and how each generation receives the gifts and failings of her mother. The work I am doing in my life and my art is unearthing these generational wounds and healing the linage for my daughter, my mother my ancestors and myself. The images on either side of the Divine Mother are my own and look to both the past and the future for information. I co-create with the Mother in this piece and in my life to discover my part in the story of time.

Semerit Strachan

Seal Queen was my very first Legend painting. As I opened myself up to Self as Legend, an intimate connection arose with energies that were potent, present and clearly requesting to be represented. Through the jaguar, the serpent, the conch shell, I heard my Haitian African heritage speaking to me. The symbols held me and nourished me.

The seal, however, emerged from the deep waters of the painting process. I did not design or plan for the seal. One morning I woke up, looked at my painting with fresh eyes; and there was the seal! peeking at me with eyes of love. It felt like a gift from the Queen.
My overwhelming feeling as I looked at my finished painting was shock.I remember thinking: “Who painted this? How could it be that this entire world, this Being has been existing inside of me and I did not even know?!” Traveling with and and fed by that question for many years, I am always returned to the magical moment—difficult to pin down—yet so apparent, the moment(s) when I touched the Seal Queen in me.

Lila Sweet

Many people have a home-town. My Legend brought me back to my home-lake!

Let me tell you a story about a little girl, born on an island.

Mer Lila, a total water baby-beach bum!

She and her mom would walk every day like a ritual, down the path, across the bridge, along the boardwalk to Wards Beach. If She wasn’t covered in sand, She was covered in water!

At home, in their little wooden house across the bridge, things had been harder lately…The relationships playing out there, were highly cut off from the landscape She identified with, as an island girl…

One day when her mom said it was time to go home, She stayed at the beach. The seagulls had just arrived, and they were calling to her…and so She just ran back into the water.

She transformed into a mermaid! She was a mermaid in the water…her hair even had a green tinge.

When the sun became red, and all the beach blankets had disappeared, She made a driftwood fire. Her gulls were there, and they had fish! Toasting mushrooms on a stick, glowing giggles with the gulls, and raspberries for dessert.

She went to the tadpole pond and collected reeds, which She wove into a mat, She found birch bark and carefully pulled it apart layer by layer. The gulls came and snuggled into the fluff, and She curled up into a comfortable, cozy nest. She could see the stars dancing on the still dark water, until She fell fast asleep.

As the morning light peeked over the horizon…She opened her eyes.
Her Gulls must have gone out smelt fishing already…but She knew…as a wild child She was her own guardian now…and with flora, fauna, funga, and her home-lake, She was never alone.

Loretta Pickford

Timeless Soul

You have traveled far my loved one
Back and forth throughout the universe
Landing here on this planet called Earth
What a journey it has been!
Remember this as we walk forward.
Do what you do, boldly
Follow your heart, quiet the mind
Remember the passion
Feel it, let it carry you forward
Bring all of your gifts into manifestation
Be the artist, crone, priestess, healer, circle holder
Be whatever you want to be.
And most of all, Be happy

Audrey Da Cruz

My Mom passed away in 2020 from COVID. The guilt and grief I felt, started a downward spiral I wasn’t sure would end. My creativity was at an all time low and so was my hope for the future.

Thankfully, I discovered Shiloh Sophia and Intentional Creativity. It gave me the spark that I needed to get me going again.

This is the painting that started my journey back to life and creating, Legend 2022-Past, Present and Future. It shows a representation of myself (present), my Mom standing behind me with her hand on my shoulder (past) and a Cosmic Cowgirl supporting my future endeavors with my beloveds encircling me in the foreground. The owl is a symbol of my intuition which I’m learning to trust again.

Michelle LaForest Roberts

I come from the clouds which produce rain.
I come from planets, stars and the moon.
I sit on the moon and play with the stars.
I speak as my voice reverberates through the galaxy causing the stars to twinkle.
I speak through the Milky Way and constellations.
I heal through the voices of my ancestors. They play among the stars. They run through the galaxy laughing and crying.
I heal each night as I sit with them on the moon looking at humanity.
I laugh and cry with them for the people who don’t know who they are but are finding out.
I heal as the eagle flies by and I jump on its back soaring among the stars, planets and galaxies.
I heal as I see the life forms on other planets.
I heal as I call to them in their native tongue.
I heal as they answer: “All is well, All will be well!
And it is so!

Clair Oaks

She Knows. She knows herself and what she is about. The Raven on her shoulder reminds her of what she always and already knows. She is a healer, she follows only the True Voice within. She is a clear channel. She Knows

Lesli Burke

Cassandra Lee Lasson

“WATER IS HEALING.

Let yourself be with it
as a reminder
of when it was not
and when it has been.
Always flowing
Like the river of life

HONOR WATER
Dear one.
Care for water
Dear one.
You too are the chosen.

Ancestral knowledge and roots live deep within your veins
You are here to break trauma in these knowings
You are here to lean into the unknown
What you don’t know, that you don’t know.
Look at both the light and the dark sides.”

I looked closer at the mirror as I noticed her horn grow. She continued to speak.

“Grow your moon horn,
As big as the moon
That glows like the sun,

This horn connects you to the cycles.
Let it grow.
Way way up.
Way way bright.
It will connect you,
To all in this vortex you are spinning on.
I love you. I am here for you. I am you. You are legendary. You are Legend.”

I was blown away. I was trying to understand it all.. But she kept my curiosity going.

I asked, “what is your name?” She replied, “Asthina,” she said, “Asthina Salmon Nute.”

‘Wow’, I thought,’ I was not expecting a middle and last name’.

I asked another question. “Who are you?”

“I am she who is the one to bring the light into dark places.
I am she who loves unconditionally,
waiting patiently for your next move,
You can and will do it.
I watch you try and fail and succeed,
All a part of what I am here to witness you doing on this earth
Of energy
And matter
And beyond into the cosmos.

I am the one who reminds you,
water is healing,
Water is life,
Water is light
Water is. And it is so.”

Susan Bessey

Her star shines as a beacon to reveal the obstacles and demons in her path as she swims deep beneath the ocean, with amazing endurance, knowing intuitively the direction and purpose for which she travels. Conscious of her path, she can return to anchor and deeply rest in the safe harbor of her sandy alcove any time she wishes to deeply rest and replenish her spirit in the warm embrace of the sun, soothed by gentle breezes, feeling her connection with all that is. The Navigator embodies the wisdom of the her ancestor, Great Sea Turtle. She knows she too will one day become an ancestor, belonging among them like a grain of sand on the beach she calls home.

Shiila Safer

Star Woman feels herself being lifted gently skyward. She is following a path of stars in the distance. They are calling to her in a melodious tinkling, like bells on the wind. The particles of starlight within her are responding and carrying her forward.

She reaches a council of beings and joins them. They are expecting her.

Star Woman sees an image of Earth. Earth is in trouble. She is calling for help. Beings of all shapes and sizes gather around and offer their assistance. One streams a soft blue light onto Earth. One fills Earth’s atmosphere with sound. A harmonious toning that fills every particle with love and balance. Another being with beautiful angel wings is weaving a grid of light all around Earth. This grid is pulsing with energy and points of light. A feminine figure with flowing hair streaming is sending waves of healing waters through her hair. The waters flow into all the parched and dry places on Earth. A child is sprinkling seeds onto the newly moist Earth. The seeds start to sprout and green shoots emerge, bringing life back to the starving planet. Now she can breathe again. The trees create a new cycle of life as the clouds of moisture produce rain and keep the water cycle flowing.

Winged beings clean the atmosphere around Earth as they flap their wings and remove the bands of pollution that have been choking her. Now she is able to receive celestial blessings and guidance again. The Song of the Universe can permeate Earth’s field once more.

Healers who dream a new dream are needed now more than ever before. Behold the beauty and wholeness of Earth as she heals and re-establishes herself once again! Feel your role in birthing a new dream, a New Earth.

Olivia Oso

Be the ‘WILD GYPSY SOUL and dance..
Dance with the elements, dance with the Trees, dance with animals and beings of the earth plane and allow yourself to sing with the hummingbirds, eagles and songbirds. Dance with Mato bear as she invites you into the dark cave of Knowing. She is always with you as a protector, guide and companion.

Share the sweet music of your heart with all beings and feel the love coming back to you.

Run with the wolves, gallop with ponies, leap like the antelope and feel your hoofs touch the earth as you are carried forward into the legendary life you have called forth.

You have earned your sacred feathers which hang from your antlers….warrior marks of beauty. Your fierce LOVE of life will be your power, your guide and your Way.

I love you dear Antelope woman and I live within you,
All my LOVE, ‘SHE who births your wild Soul”

Katy Morse

The Light Bringer walks free from the cave of regrets.
Stepping courageously out into the storm.
She is both bold and vulnerable
Walking barefoot along the shore
Wind in her hair.

Her staff is carved with runes from the ancients
Red thread and scrolls carried in her medicine basket
She knows not where the road will lead
But follows the guidance of her sacred path

Dark rider flies overhead
Is he friend or foe?
Her spirit guides lead her ever on
Dolphinas of purpose and play

Soul Diver has come to join her
Bringing gifts of pearls from deep within
Wisdom. Beauty. Love.
Adorn her neck in remembrance

Look how unsafe it has been
For thousands of years
To be a wild woman walking
Barefoot on the beach.

Cat Coad

“Baby you’re like lightning in a bottle…
and all I need now is to be struck by your Electric Love” – Borns, ‘Electric Love’

She is birthed from the diamond spark of Mystic Purple and Gold
She is dancing light filled pearls within the deepest Blue.

She is closer than you realise.

There is flow here.
It is effortless and fast,
With moments of pleasured stillness to bathe in bubbles
amongst the vastness of it all.

There is an ancient , futuristic rhythm to the beat of her heart.
She is layered in time and space.
“I hold a harp that plays the symphonies of your soul “
These notes offer musical hints of where she has been
and where she may travel to next.
She is an instrument for harmonic alchemy.

She rides the rhythm of union within
without worry or care for its outward unfolding.
Graceful and pure
even amongst electric storms of
love and loss.

Lightning is a trusted ally.
Thunder a cue for deep transformation.
And rain a cosmic release.

She breathes with the knowing that she made it
to HER true essence within.
This cosmic bride weaves with the Quantum thread of her healer codex.

Renewed, clear and calm
with a steady fire in her heart.
Her wings poised to fly her own flight.
Unrestricted.
Devoted.
Satisfied.
Grateful.

Empress of Hidden Truth.
Priestess of the Rose.
Magician of Expressive Alchemy.
Sister of Compassion and Empathy.
Dreamer of Multidimensional Realms.
Creatrix of New Worlds.

Bloom of Electric Love.

Heather Jackson

Legend is the first painting in my Color of Women journey where I planted the initial creative seeds within the “compost pile of my life” – creative seeds of ideas for future classes, stories to write and illustrate. It was the beginning groundwork of Legend that would later lead me to discovering my soul work – creating The Resilient Red Rose Art Studios.

I discovered the title for my painting, “Cleo’s Gift – She who Carries Time to Create Love in the World” from a free verse writing I did while taking a final reminiscent walk-through of my Legendary Adventures at my local nature center.

Spring. She is the daughter of renewal, beauty, tender love, and grace. This is the time of year for new beginnings and rebirth. It is the time of year we enjoy new growth and the unfolding joy of our creative seeds blossoming to their full potential. As I retrace my steps between ordinary life and a new world of possibilities with a passion for painting, I take in the full ambiance of spring.
I begin walking from the pavilion along the nature trail. All my senses are engaged. Springtime brings sweet southernly winds, with mesmerizing fragrances of jasmine, wisteria and honey suckle. Ahh, I see the butterfly garden. It is where I met Cleo, who gifted me brushes, paints, and an easel with endless time for creating. I found my inner artist here while painting in this picturesque garden. The experience was like eating divine chocolate.

Cleo’s gifts impacted me profoundly and tears in the form of music notes rolled down both our cheeks when I had rediscovered my inner artist. It reminded us of the more important things in life – like taking the time to smell the fragrant roses or creating your own resilient garden of beauty.

Juniper Mainelis

I Am Light

She now remembers who she really is.
Waking to the knowing of her true lineage.
Having played all the roles: lover, warrior, shaman, queen,
victim, teacher, mother, wife, and everything in between.
She says, “I am Light, I came here to shine.
I am Love, and loving feels divine!”

Empowered by the gnosis of understanding how,
She steps into the power of being here now.
More than her body, though she dwells within her form.
A limitless Being, here again and then reborn.
She says, “I am Light, I came here to shine.
I am Love, and loving feels divine!”

Speaking the Language of Light. She paints and speaks it too.
Illuminating the portal door so others find their way through.
She says, “I am Light, I came here to shine .
I am Love, and loving feels divine!
I am Light, I came here to shine.
I am Love, and loving feels divine!”

Maasa Craig

I am Ishvara, a manifestation of your YES. I am the breath of life that ignites the circuit of your highest potential. I am your intuition, inspiration and insight. I am the container of your life’s lessons- reminding you of what you already know..

I see with tender eyes- My perception is illuminated by the rainbow stardust scattered by the flutter of hummingbird wings. I am the beloved that you have been seeking. I am the remembrance of what has been forgotten. I sent the invitation for your awakening.

Tethered to the light of me, you pried open the trap door to see. Dark gave way as you descended down deep, to explore the landscape of all that was left unattended.

Creatures born of your dispersal, slowly emerged from dens of shadow. No longer afraid of what was to come, you blessed each one with my fiery feather. Held in your essence they were released. Their emancipation was a celebration- a completion of a cycle at the end of your healing journey.

Now we will leave the door wide open. Step forward on a path that needs no fixing or figuring. Know this in your heart my beloved, it is time for your living journey. Every story has its purpose until the purpose is known and served.

Remember your allies, the seen and unseen- ancestors, friends, and the wisdom passed on from the lives you’ve lived before. Rainbow Jaguar is your constant companion- transfiguring fear with his crystal prism. Remember the message from the dolphin tribe- be joyful, playful and unconditional. Ask for help if you short circuit- we are all here for your benefit.

Without life’s contractions there wouldn’t be a boundary to surpass. The discomfort of pressing up against it is a reminder for the possibility for expansion. Just like every star draws energy in before it can shine out in all its brilliance. It’s the dance of creation, there is an ebb and flow. Beyond the walls of your own making, I exist in the boundless field of your magnificence.

Leslie McQuaide

Who is She that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army in battle array?

Julieta Glerand

Suzanne Schevene

A story of adventure and challenge, she meets it with determination and will power. As she remembers more about her true Self and of her innate gifts, she finds a world of beauty, truth and goodness. She is reminded –

Engage in something that you love. Lose your sense of time while doing it, allowing it to nurture and nourish you to your core. You will feel and remember your oneness with all things and know in your bones that all is right in the world.

And from THIS place, as you go out into your daily life, you are lifted living in a lighter brighter place. Not to pretend that the challenges of the time do not exist, for they do. It is part of the times we are in. So the question is not, why are you not saddened by all of this but how are you going to be with all of it?

Allow for the integration of all that you are and blossom in your divine blueprint of grace and beauty. Your wisdom can guide others along their path, for you have taken that journey yourself and understand the challenges and rewards. It is through connection within that all will unfold. Follow the light; chose the brighter path as your next step.

Whether you are an activist on the front lines, a researcher exploring solutions, a holder of the energy for the earth and its inhabitants … your daily thoughts, habit and actions, ways of being all contribute. So by immersing yourself in something that raises your vibration you are able to stay full and radiate that fullness and light out, naturally and organically, and it is experienced by all. It helps everyone do their piece a bit better. And as the worldwide network strengthens, anything is possible.

You may now co-create more harmony in a state of unity that is alive, electrical and transformative in the energy of Infinite Love. Remember it is here and now in everyday life you evolve your ability to manifest all that you are.

Lisa Rose

I sat with my Cura on the morning after she was complete and she spoke these words to me about who she is.

Who am I?
I am all and I am nothing, I am continually evolving,
I am a part of Everything, and I Feel the love of all things,
I Feel the pain, I FEEL,
I love, I live, I give, I cry, I laugh, I dance,
I sing, I paint, I make, I create,
I am a Co-creator of it all in the song of the heart,
and the moon, and the stars, of the sky of the land,
and the cosmos and beyond,
I am it all and I am,
And from this all I seed Joy,
I seed Life, I seed Love, I seed the Light,
This is Who I Am. xxx

Kathrin Raczek

She knew.

She knew it was her time. Her time to set herself free, to be the wild one.

A vessel for new paradigms to be born.

She knew it was time to remember, to connect to her wisdom.

She knew she was a bridger of worlds, a traveller between the suns, a translator of divine codes, weaving her light through everything she touched.

She knew it was time to find her voice, her own expression, connecting to the ancient waters.

It was time for her healing powers, her lion heart glowing with kindness and love.

She knew she was an alchemist, a transformer, breathing life into everything she put her focus on. A visionary.

She knew. She was a bearer of the light.

Erika Maizi

My Legend is the Red Tara also known as Karakulla
I am joygasmic, playful and full of vitality
My pleasure and sacred sexuality
are my Kundalini Life Force Energy unleashed
I am not holding back anything
I AM the flow of love
Hot, juicy, wild, untamed and unashamed
I am a Warrioress and Goddess
Completely focused like an arrow
and blooming from inside out like a lotus
I raise my snake up and down like the Sexuality Initiatrix that I AM
My Raven Ally helps me to see in all dimensions
Om Tare om Soha
Karrrakuuuulllaaaa…

Saleena Songbird Ki

2022-09-29-Legend22 Journal1-Day 42
As I, Saleena Kí, prepare to slip into DREAMTME @222am, I begin hearing about my LEGEND, my STORY…

“This is a STORY of a WOMAN on a QUEST; a GREAT GRAND ADVENTURE to find TOOLS & CLUES for her NEXT JOURNEY in LIFE. She is well-traveled this life, 69 years in this EARTHSUIT-BODY, having lived a number of completely different lives within this one EARTHLIFE. Her focus has been RELATIONSHIPS: LOVERS, HUSBANDS, CHILDREN, FAMILY, COMMUNITY & NATURE. This Earth year, 2022, 69 seems to call her into exploring a deeper RELATIONSHIP WITHIN HERSELF, so she begins a QUEST. A LEGENDARY QUEST to bring a NEW VERSION of HERSELF into being, to meet HERSELF in a NEW & RENEWED WAY. So for a QUEST, ONE needs a MAP.

Now this WOMAN has a WHOLE SOUL COMMITTEE & when they hear of this QUEST & receive her INTENTION-REQUEST for SUPPORT, they begin to excitedly bring together EVERYTHING she would need for her DISCOVERY. All she has to do is TUNE IN & ASK, LISTEN & RESPOND. She has LIVED such a DIVERSE LIFE & had MANY LIVES before this one where DORMANT SKILLS & MAGICAL TOOLS were accrued. They realized that these would be USEFUL for HER next PHASE of LIFE & she would need a TREASURE MAP. Oh yes, these SKILLS & TOOLS will be RE-FOUND & REMEMBERED & added to HER RED MEDICINE BASKET. They then prepared her a QUEST TREASURE MAP & presented it to HER.”

205 days later, layer by layer, level by level, I’ve met 13 MUSES & together we co-created my NEW LEGEND as they helped me uncover my NEW ARCHETYPE through WOMAN of MANY FACES, my ANCIENT GODDESS PREGNANT with SEEDS, POTENTIALS & POSSIBILITIES & together we birth my QUEEN of CREATIVITY.

Shiloh Sophia McCloud

Milkweed for Monarchs

A Story Call from Grandmother Mountain to Walking Woman

to Embody the Wisdom of the Earth in Absolute Love

The woman walked and walked.

She walked further

than any of her people had ever walked.

She walked to the edge of the known world.

She looked into the mystery,

beholding nothing and everything.

She stood at the foot of a great mountain,

so tall and wide.

“Child why have you come?” asked a voice

It was Grandmother Mountain.

“I have come seeking, hoping to find, what I shall do?

What shall I do Grandmother?

We are in trouble here…”

“Well, you have come to the right place

on the path; the end.

Which is also the beginning.

Be welcome here my child.

Take shelter in the shade of my greening mountain.

What great question did you bring us to ponder?”

The woman hesitated, for it isn’t every day

that a mountain asks you a question about a question.

Then suddenly she knew just want to ask.

Something that had been on her mind

as the days unfolded in such strange ways in the world.

“If absolute power corrupts absolutely

What does absolute love create absolutely?

Healing? Transformation? Forgiveness?

Freedom? Awakening? Hope?

If absolute love embraces completely

then might our response

to the peril we have created

here in our earth home,

be tenderness, compassion in action,

conscious union with earth?

Nothing seems to make sense.

Many of us feel it is too late, is it too late?

Tell me what to do Grandmother Mountain,

I will try and I know others

who will try with me.

The woman felt urgency,

yet, she discovered if she was moving too fast,

she couldn’t even hear

the voice of the mountain speaking.

What Grandmother told Walking Woman

took a long time to tell.

The woman watched the seasons change,

the trees turning from green to gold to brown

to black and green again.

She witnessed the cycles

of death, renewal, expansion and return.

Grandmother told these stories to her

while the Walking Woman

walked all the paths of the mountain she could.

She learned to listen with ears on her feet.

She took honey communion with the bees.

The red fox began to see her as a friend.

The owl began to give her courage

to walk in the dark,

she could hear owl guiding her.

She learned to live more with less.

One day,

Grandmother Mountain told her that she

should be a storyteller.

For then she would

just know what to do always,

by using her voice to tell a story.

She tried to retain all that she could

as she pondered the magnitude that

being a storyteller might entail.

She wasn’t sure she was up for such a call.

Grandmother Mountain often spoke in riddles.

Somewhere between a spider web rainbow

and a blue lizard belly, Walking Woman would

often get lost in the beauty of it all.

She began to see the power of the earth

in a way she had never imagined before.

She began to understand

she was a part of the ecosystem.

She knew but she did not know.

Grandmother told her

“These hard days will come

and last a long while,

but do not be surprised.

Welcome them or fear them.

but tell stories of possibility no matter what.

These days are here now.

The frogs spoke to it years ago.

People always knew, but did it anyway.

Took what was not yours.

You called it progress once upon time.

Now you know this is not progress.

Just as the giant softshell turtle

and the blue macaw and the desert

dwelling cheetah, they know.

Or they knew. But they are no more.

And still.

There is sacred work to be done.

Do not lose heart, find heart.”

Stories were passed

from heart to heart,

hand to hand

voice to voice

land to land

as Grandmother Mountain spoke.

Sometimes she spoke in poetry,

others song, and at times

through the flapping of wings,

as a migration of emergent monarchs would

do the telling.

When the monarchs were telling the story

Grandmother mountain was a sea

of cobalt blue and fire orange light.

One day, long after the original question,

Grandmother spoke this.

“Absolute love is called forth

as an antidote to absolute power.

Love is consciousness in action.

We would not give up on a person

who is suffering under attack, would we?

Likewise let us not give up on the earth,

with only fear that it is too late.

What kinds of actions will that inspire?

We cannot turn back or lose hope now.

Not now. Now we have sacred work.

Our joy and our diligence

are called forth from the sandy voices

of Grandfathering grey green stones.

Let the flowers of the wildflowers

of the earth that bloom

in dry ground feel our hope surging.

We are indigenous to earth.

We are the earth.

Understand me?

Understand if we poison her

we poison ourselves.

We know this

but do not act in accordance

with our knowing.

Believe in the healing power of your body.

Talk to your cells, they are listening.

Your brain is not static, but able to move,

Your blood stories are an infinite codex,

continue to read them for clues.

The gorgeous curve of dna spiraling

responds to love and intention wed together.

Our entire individuated ecosystem

is impressionable by heartful intention.

We live in a witness-witness framework.

Every flower you pass by, knows that you have done so.

Every molecule of every pattern is aware of you,

even when you are not aware of it.

Become aware of where you live, how you walk.

You are doing this now.

Nature is always listening

for the kinship of your words, actions,

emotions, intentions, and

the sensitivity of your feet

as you walk the pathways of this life.

Let the tender green grasses speak

poetry to the souls of sleeping feet.

Shhhh…hear it now?”

“Grandmother, I think I hear it, yes.

I feel I am from here, from earth. Yet.

Many feel like they aren’t from here,

like an inter-planetary amnesia

and they abdicate responsibility”

Grandmother laughed then, a big bellow

and a rainstorm ensued, the likes of which

the woman had never seen.

She had to climb to higher ground

to keep from being carried away.

The rivers rushed with life.

When the sun came back out,

Grandmother spoke.

“Your soul may be from elsewhere,

who can really say?

Your memory may reveal

traces of another time, mind or place

but you rose rooted here on earth

this time around, this is home.

You are only made possible because your stardust

landed here billions of years ago

and you grew up from black soil and red star.

You are a hybrid of bright cosmos and red clay

animated by a unique personae with a set of

instructions that only living life well will reveal.

The instructions are specific to you,

but not all will gain access.

Access is grace, yet grace is given to those

asking the questions that matter.

Let the wings of the raven flapping black

remind you of your place in the order of things.

You are the earth, the earth is you.

Let me ask you something

child-growing-into-woman.

Have you ever been sick?

Or lost someone to sickness”

“Yes me, and many.

The food, the water, the air,

our bodies don’t seem to recognize

the compounds and complexities.

They have taken things from earth

broken their pattern and made things

our bodies do not understand.

I started walking here to you

because my body could no longer

digest what I was giving it to eat.”

Dry lightening flashed then, purple and bright.

A spark of fire broke out and Walking Woman

ran higher still. She began to cry and her tears

touched the ground where she stood.

She watched as a rogue gush of water

seemingly out of nowhere

rushed from the riverbed to begin to extinguish the fire.

Many animals ran to higher ground with her.

When it was done, there was a black scorched place.

And it is from that place that Grandmother spoke.

Her words smokey and singed.

“We shall not give up on YOUR power to heal.

Neither should we underestimate the power

of the earth to heal, to evolve, in real time.

It is happening even as we speak these words.

This transformation may not look like

what we imagine, since her birth,

the earth has adapted her position in

the constellation of the milky way.

The intelligence of this eco-system is infinite.

In every cell and particle, molecule is

suspended in the matrix

all are capable of change.

This is good news.

Evolution was built in.

We are change in motion.”

Walking Woman felt very tired from

the flood and the fire.

She found a cave to rest a while.

When she woke up to a bird song,

These thoughts she spoke aloud.

“To what will I belong?

Will I belong to myself?

Will I belong here? Will I choose?

If body knows the power of regeneration,

and if I was designed from earth for earth

and if the power of creation is in me…

I belong here.”

Grandmother Mountain

upon hearing her replied

“The earth has the animating power

of regenerative capacity

and teaches it to us.

The wolf returning to her habitat

shows the way to her cubs.

Nothing, nothing, nothing is static.

Everything this in motion,

Moving back and forth across

the portals of potential and time.

This hope is not a bypass

of the reality of suffering.

Let those who are able to love

in the midst of chaos, love!

Not all can, let those who can,

love with all their might.

Let the trees sing with the love in every branch,

can you hear them whispering to you?

They know your truest name.

Even the cloud knows who you are.

Those in the purity of extreme crisis are in the fire.

We think they cannot dream in those days

of holding an ideal, a future.

Yet they do anyway, on the run, hoping for safety.

Your family too, on the run for over 60,000 years,

so far from your red earth ochre home.

In your desperation and migration,

your people were doing just that, hoping

and walking, like you, looking for something new.

As you request to be saved

and then you become well enough

to save another. Will you? Yes you will.

Who can say what will survive in the end?

No one. I tell you, no one knows.

Yet I know this. If you will persist as if

everything you love is savable

that is the right attitude even if you are no more.”

Then Grandmother Mountain told Walking Woman

she needed a long nap. She told her to keep vigil.

The leaves turned dark and the branches were bare

and the light was short in those days.

Walking Woman watched as Grandmother rested.

She felt Grandmother’s stories moving into her body.

She felt the power of earth in her bones,

and learned to return what she was given in the flow

of energy, through concentration and love,

a natural order arose and she felt different in her body.

She felt a relationship, a kinship with creation

that moved between her and everything around her.

When the green shoots broke through soaked hard ground,

Grandmother Mountain woke up and

she began to speak.

“What question have you brought us to ponder from

Keeping vigil with creation?”

Walking Woman paused to ponder.

“Once we know, and are awake to our part

in the everything, in the great unfolding,

then what shall we do?”

Grandmother Mountain yawned and out

of the black maw a flock of white doves flew

and she spoke. It was a wonder to behold!

“When you are well enough you join

the dream of solutions and act upon them.

To those not well enough,

or those in peril

the call for hope lives bright.

For those in mediocrity and

over-complacency so easily lose hope.

You are undone by disaster in a moment’s notice.

Stop being so easily undone, summon your might.

The earth will meet you where you are.

This is a story call to those who are well enough.

A call to all who are hurting, but not undone.

This is a call to the healer, teacher,

poet, painter, singer, guide, water-bearer,

fire-keeper, wind-dancer, earth-talker.

A call to the medicine person in each of us.

Your people have always had these ones

in your midst, and at time they have

been silenced for their gifts.

Yet still, THIS call is for those of you remember.

No matter what reports reveal,

see them, know them and then act on the

earth’s wisdom, not that of man.

Do not give up on this precious earth!

Do not give into a future created by devastation.

You are this precious earth gathering itself into itself.

This earth is intelligent, intricate, astonishing,

beauty enfolded in tree, stone, mountain, and cloud.

How shall we proceed you ask?

Well we shall proceed in unreasonable hope!

Bringing our prayers of transformation

and rematriation to this sweet ground.

As you walk the intelligent intention of your feet

speak directly to the communication

system of the wise mycelium and

they send out the message:

This one is walking in beauty.

This one cares for the bees.

This one plants milkweed for monarchs.

This one is friends with fox.

This one speaks to trees and trees return with messages.

This one knows the value of lichen on rock.

This one waits for seals to come by.

This one does not crush the spider or the snake.

This one watches clouds for rain.

She is one of us.

Here is one who walks in beauty and awareness.

The earth is responding to how you walk

and the company you keep on your path.

Yes the earth needs you and yes you need to earth.

It seems slow. One person at a time remembering.

But it is happening by the millions each day.

When the doom gathers around.

Remember there are many more with consciousness

rising to meet the day.

Without your poetry, we lose.

Do not assume your creativity is not relevant

when there is so much suffering to tend.

Your creativity is your life force activation

direct from the source of creation. Know this.

This action activates regeneration in your structures.

Inspires adaptive evolution towards the becoming.

Watch for your kin-hearted beings.

Gather in circle up on circle.

Join in union with this call to love.

Absolute love in this interconnected

romance with this home.

We already wedded here.

This is our home.

We are also home for this.

Do you understand“

As she finished speaking, an Oak Tree

burst forth tender-pink-green shoots and

was filled with red robins. The woman

was amazed. She felt like she felt the oak tree

budding in her own body.

“Grandmother Mountain I am hearing your words.

Let me see if I can respond with my own.”

“As integrated part of the ecosystem of the earth

I am called to speak with tree, to stone,

to waterways far underground.

To believe that the river beneath the river

can hear us, it can, it does. The river is listening

right now as I feel these words bubbling up.

As I consider my part in the great unfolding urgency.”

“Good start” Says Grandmother. “Let me help you.

Humans can be overly focused on their part,

without getting they are just one part of many parts.

Yet without focusing on your part,

you can’t get to the heart.

And without the heart,

you will not steward yourself to land and sea.

Yes, know this.

The trees have taken note of your presence

and attitude and tone of speaking.

The birds are aware that you

hear the song in your own bones.

Practice inter-connection as if your life depends on it.

It does. We do not know our end or our beginning.

We are cloaked in mystery and bravery.

You are made for these times.

Who will you be?

Asks volcanic rock

How will you tend your garden? Ask the hollyhock.

What will be your story? The seagull clucks the query.

How will you speak to our story in you? Asks the river.

Will you be my lover? Asks the orange and blue butterfly.

Dearest Kin of Earth

You are called to move

from our crystalized cocoon

and become the colors of creation.

You were designed this way, to move

from one form to another.

Will we survive the change?

Those of us who choose will initiate

ourselves and many others.

Let yourselves emerge, adapt, evolve,

become one with earth,

your intelligence an

extension of earth’s sapienta,

the wisdom of all creation

is in every single particle of form

infused with life. That includes you.

Re-establish kinship with creation

as beloved Co-creators.

You are the hands of the Divine.

Your consciousness is the currency

of Divinity inhabiting humanity.

Once you are in kinship,

then quest for instruction as you are now.

Stay up late, get up early,

walk with bare feet on red soil

and ask as if your very feet have ears.

Ask for your instructions.

Be humble in all receiving and giving.

Do not be a hero. Be a friend of caterpillars.

Be any ally to grasshopper and hawk.

Everything you make, make with love.

If you cannot make it with love, don’t make it.

Do not take more than you can carry or create.

Do not take what does not belong to you.

Give back what you have that is not yours.

These are simple ideas that can change the world.

If your framework is hope and healing,

then what actions will your hands take?

What path will your feet walk?”

When Grandmother paused and closed her eyes

The woman noticed that more green shoots were bursting into

satin sweetgrass. The scent in the air of sweetness,

the vanilla and somehow a reminder of home.

She was reminded of the Sky Woman story,

of how seeds of Sweetgrass came to Turtle Island.

Walking woman prepared for her journey

from the mountain. She felt that no matter

where she travelled, the mountain would be

inside of her. She hoped she could hear

Grandmother’s voice when she was far

from this place, this space of healing.

When Grandmother spoke again the grasses

had already turned golden. The air was

alive with sound and light and heat.

The cicadas song filled the fields.

She said this.

“You must walk forth soon, but as you do,

consider your actions.

You are not here to save the day.

You are here to serve the days at hand.

Consider this:

Choose two things to focus on,

one near and one far.

Then, as you would in a new love affair,

Ask yourself how you would seek

to tend your beloved?

Action is required for love to be lived out.

Not just thought about,

but lived as something true.

Choose something in the twenty miles

around where you come to live,

to stand for, work with, to be for.

A forest. A waterway. A species. A community.

Know the original stewards of the land where you live.

Honor them. They are still there,

whether in living flesh, or bone.

Choose something near.

This could be planting milkweed for monarchs.

This could be putting flowers in the garden for the bees.

This could be marching in the front-lines

of ending the many oppressions.

This could be righting a wrong story.

Or perhaps, returning the true name of a place

to the original stewards of earth.

Those who have never stopped knowing

where they come from.

Those who warned of this time coming.

Then choose something far away,

or even better let it choose you in your heart.

Something global and human.

Who does your heart go out to

in the world when you dream?

Put these near and far cares onto your altar.

Make art about your near and fear cares.

Do not cease to work for them, with them,

as a part of your human-earth-work.

You have a sacred responsibility

to tend this home.

Tend this home and walk the earth in beauty.

You have been summoned.

Will you answer the call?

The soul incarnates into matter

from stardust potentiality

shaping itself into a colorful skin-suit of possibility.

Consciousness is the currency

of Divinity inhabiting humanity

Become conscious,

become the wisdom of the earth embodied.

Gather with those who hear the call

and dream with those

who plant milkweed for monarchs.

~

Now Walking Woman was grown

and as ready as she could be to go into world.

She was sad to leave Grandmother Mountain.

But she knew it was time

to walk again towards the world.

Grandmother told her she would

be needed now, more than ever.

She said

“Only those

with the eyes to see

will notice the winged wisdom

about your head and heart.

Your shape has changed.

I barely recognize the one who came before.

To the rest of sleepers you will

just appear ordinary.

Ordinary is your invisible garment

allowing you to pass into and out

of systems unseen.

Tell me now, something you have learned“

“Grandmother, thank you.

This is something I have learned.

I come from stardust into black soil and

my mother’s love across the equal sign of time

from energy into matter.

The earth raised me up like a growing green shoot.

Life force is transferred to me through the roots.

Then almost as quickly I am returning to energy again,

each day taking me close to my end,

which for the earth can be a beginning.

One day I will return my borrowed skin

and become soil and star again.

Until then, I am walking in a good way,

the best way I can each day.

I am a steward of creation, yet I am also

creation creating itself. Let me be co-creator

and not destroyer and tell the stories of change,

of the regenerative nature

I learned from the mountain

The earth knows me and while I cannot know

earth fully, I strive for true companionship.

May I walk in absolute love, and when possible,

joy, even and especially in the midst of sorrow.”

Grandmother Mountain nodded

“Good, and only in the living of the story

will you find out what is true about you.

But I have a good feeling about you,

and go now and find the others

who are singing the same song.”

Walking Woman stepped out.

From the mystery into the mystery.

Yet instead of finding her way by her feet,

she found her way by wing.

She took flight.

She became Winged Woman.

This is the story of Grandmother Mountain

and how Walking Woman got her wings.

Carolyn Manzi

Green Madonna

I bring the grass green
as my crown of luscious
leaves and radiant yellow
summer light.
I hold you between
my hands,
dear one.
My hands are your hands.
I am your mother
and you are mine.
I promise you when
you come to me
with your worries,
rainbow light will pour
out of my heart and wrap
you up in a blanket of color
so magnificent, you will forget
your own name…
For it has changed to stardust
in the light of my hands.
Go sprinkle it
on the parched earth
so your song may sing us
back to the prayer
house of belonging.

Linda Palmstrom

Sue Hoya Sellars

Beate Schottke

Luzias Song

She
who let the Light shine
among us

she
who gets the Light as a gift
from the Devine, from the universe
to share it
to weave it into everything she does
to call circles
to heal the old wounds
her own ones and those of others
to support her beloveds to let shine their own Light
so that the whole world is shining brighter

She
who let the Light shine
in every area of her life
into her family
to the animals- which are her allies
into nature
into her own body and soul
by doing so
the Light of the Devine is revealed
and love and unity and peace is created in the whole world

Jean Polowski

Heavenly star body brings the healing potion that flows like a liquid of change; smoothly, elegant and graceful to the notion of commotion that excites and sparkles what is to come.

Denise Kee-Coelho

Mystic Legend tells
A story of creation
Consciousness awakes

Risa Boryskowsky

She is a tree of life. She is blooming and growing. She is smiling with an inner knowing. An embodiment. She loves deeply. She has scars. She has literal scars. There are not enough leaves on the tree to represent each scar. The tree goes up her throat to her face, but now, each leaf represents beauty and growth and worthiness and blossoming. She is older now and wiser, and experienced in identifying old stories, and with clarity, she is strong and unphased, untriggered. She is captured, enraptured, mesmerized by the sacred beauty all around her.

She is blooming like a lotus flower, which she wears as a crown, and the flowers are her breasts. Her inner and outer beauty is blossoming.

She goes forth into her sacred work. Her Soul Work. Her sanctified, consecrated work. She is so happy. She is at peace. It is peaceful around her. She is happy and loves deeply. She is the mistress of her own pleasure. She obeys. She commands. She knows her worth.

Her third eye is a heart. And there is a heart on her voice box. The green dots running down her face lead to the key. It is a key to her voice, her truth. She has unlocked the bolted doors in search of her authenticity. And she is still excavating and prying open. She still does not know all the doors to look behind.

And the key to her voice, her truth, and the wisdom of her third eye, is the key to her essence and her being. It is the key that unlocks everything. It is the key where all the answers are. The key that speaks the truth. And her journey is to trust her truth that is revealed and use her voice to speak it.

Miriam Ginden

After five years and counting, I was still grieving the loss of my younger sister to breast cancer. But I knew the time had come to try to move on-if only a little. Then one day, an email from Shiloh Sophia landed in my inbox. It was an invitation to join Legend, Clan Cura 2022 and partake of the opportunity to learn how to acknowledge the presence of the Healer within and call her forth. I accepted. Shiloh Sophia showed Clan Cura the 13 steps of Legend, and with unwavering encouragement to use our brushes and dazzling colors to paint from the heart, not from the head, she assured us that our inner Healer would appear. As I worked my way through the steps, to my utter amazement, my Healer did reveal herself. She came in full force, all in one piece. I was wowed with gratitude and joy.

Out of the Legend guided ‘Cave’ experience came the gift of remembrance of my astrological Grand Trine in Fire – Aries, Sagittarius, Leo – passion, energy, love. I went to my canvas and as I painted, I began to see my inner child, wearing the butterfly nightgown of my childhood. She was being held aloft at the top of the fiery trine energies, gleefully ready to fly, just for the fun of it! And above her, ever watchful, was her Guardian, keeping her safe, holding the space for her to create and to play and to enjoy her undeniable faith in the process of transformation that will carry her onward to emerge, as does the butterfly, from the stillness of one reality into the adventure of another.

Vanita Chauhan

Sacred Sites and places
I have visited and wondered
I wandered in the elephant forests
returning back for another ADventures

Into the wilderness
Into the deeper silence
Into the deeper mysterious I GO

Into my inner self
Into the silence
Into myself

I dream of a mountain retreat
meditating where wild elephants
run free amongst the
wise elders in the forests

I dream of clean beaches
Here in Florida
Where i can be friends
with the whales and dolphins again
Where I can hear them sing again

There is the mermaid of the seas
What does she say?
Much deep mysteries to explore
of the oceans and rivers

Here’s to healing inner
And outer landscapes
Aho
Vanita 🙂

Heather Hanson

My Light of Healing. She came to me from the inky blackness; at first shy, quiet, a mere outline. Then coming bolder, stronger through my paintbrush with each prayer; each encounter with her shifting me in a profound way, leaving me breathless, exhausted. I tried to ignore her, uncomfortable in her mirror. I painted around her edges, trying to squeeze her out with the fuss of realism. Until she roared back into the frame, demanding to be seen. To be counted. To take her space. To be the Healing Light. Beautiful. Powerful. Fierce. Declaring “I am Here.” She took over, transforming my world. And she will never be silent again.

Carolyn Manzi

Queen of My Castle

She speaks to me of diving
down deep…
I am your guide
to the under world,
the water world
of tears
and new beginnings.
To dive down deep,
you must string pearls
made of past
and lay them down
like tiny moons
of prayer
upon my ocean
altar of becoming.
Moon is your light.
White swan is your beloved.
She has come to take you
home to the castle
of your own voice.

Florance O’Neal

From She Who Knows
I am on my Path.
I am right where
I am meant to be
in my life.

This terrible journey is
A homecoming…
Back to Myself and
My Own True Path

You are mine,
You have given yourself
Again
And again
To the unfolding of others and their
Own True Selves and
Their own knowing of Themselves
As the Mother

Yours is to move in the flow
Of Life and
Consciousness

Unfolding and unfolding into yourself
Int the Love that you are
That you bring to others
To nourish
And cause to grow and unfold
Again
And again.

My symbol is the tree.
She who reaches to the sky
And beyond to the stars and planets,
The mystery and vastness of the
Unknown Universe

My roots reach into the Mother
The earth, the soil, the Life
Of this planet
And we are nourished there
And we hear the heart beat
And it is our own heart we hear
The pulse and throb of this Life
That we have come to nourish
And sustain

My body is your body
I shelter and provide
in so many, many ways
I am ancient
I have been here since the beginning
There is vast knowledge and
Inconceivable potential within me.

Your task is to follow your True Path
To surrender to that which is your legacy
For it has come and your time is NOW.

Constance Chapman

My legendary self is authentically herself. Whether shaking her bootie or hugging a teddy bear, she has compassion for herself, including those aspects of self she hasn’t always liked. She accepts who and what she is. She used to think legendary meant being spontaneous without regard for consequences. She thought it meant being wild in the same way others are.

The gift I’m being offered is compassionate joy. Joyful compassion. Compassion with a smile and laughter. It’s a gift I resist. When I think of compassionate joy, I think of painting. Yet, the gift doesn’t stop at the studio door. It means laughing with love at the seriousness with which Tao holds her need to be unvaccinated. It means being graceful with Rev. G’s need to make everyone happy. I can and do choose those places where my gift can make a difference and be received.

My teddy is being offered and accepted the gift of compassion. As she accepts, she releases the gift of joy which was always there.

Semerit Strachan

One of the legends of our life is comprised of all the “bad” things we wish had happened differently. The things that we wish had not happened at all. The things that “I’m sorry” will not fix. Living a Legend means deepening our capacity to integrate the unspeakable, finding strength in the awe-full. The worst mistake of my life had cost someone else their life. And this Legendary Self is the expression of :”You cannot undo what happened. You were given the task to continue living. To compost everything, and turn it into thriving.” And this horned Creature is what it looks like to be an unconditional channel for all of life: the glorious and the terrifying.

Sylvia Becker-Hill

Time to Go Wild

Tschich Tschich Tschich
(the sound of my brush)
is my battle cry:

“I claim all my parts.
Always enough. Often too much.
Wild bold magic me.
I’m safe and free to be myself.”

Milagros Suriano-Rivera

I Am Creator and Creation
I Am Genie and Bottle
I Am a Living Talisman
I Am a Seeker and Wise Woman
I Am the Witness and the Witnessed
I Am Lover and Beloved
I Re-Member my Self in Saying Their Names
I Am the Mystery and the Knowing
I Am a Living Miracle
Destined to Fill and Feed Souls
To Saturate the World with Healing Colors
I Live Between the Worlds in the Seen and Unseen
The Realm of My Mystic Legend.

Kathleen Szeszol

Sekhmet, the lion – headed, goddess, was forged in fire by the Egyptian god Ra. He made her to be a fierce warrior against humans who would not worship him. . As she mingled with humans she became more nurturing especially towards children, and she was considered to be a healer. Humans honored her in temples across the ancient land of Khemet, later called Egypt. She was worshipped for thousands of years, but was forgotten as other gods and goddesses became more popular.

She is my inspiration for Legend as she exemplifies the Divine Feminine and the power that women have in their own greatness. I did not pick her, she picked me and showed up on my canvas as I meditated about what called me to work on this picture. And so I honor her.

Jenafer Joy

The snake coils, constricts, allows no movement. Her eyes flutter, close. Breath becomes shallow. And the inner eye opens. The Oracle inside has always been a watcher. Who am I if I am not looking out? Who am I if I am not looking on?

Sue Bayley

My LEGEND
Entry-level painting to access Color of Woman 18
Unleashed Urchin says”help parents,carers and guardians to cope with their own internal fears that arise from their child, teen or adult state of mind. Let them hold their expectations of others lightly, so they project less of their fears onto their ancestors and descendants. “Break the cycle of fear and replace it with love”. Strong feelings arose: betrayal, abuse, innocence, love, mute, and ultimate expression.

Deborah Bustin

Unflinching Gaze – Deborah Speaks Truth to Power

No longer willing to foment revolution under cover of veils, with fierce, but quiet resistance, avoiding the burning stake or being thrown off the mountaintop when confronting abusers, individual and collective, on behalf of herself and her people. No longer willing to “stay off the radar” in order to survive.

No longer willing to lobby for, and never receive a seat at the decision table. Instead, she just shows up, invited or not, prepared to ask dangerous questions, and assumes she belongs there. If the “authorities” and “power brokers” continue with unseeing eyes, and unhearing ears, she heaves a sad sigh, realizing perhaps the necessary changes may not be achieved through these old structures. She then reaches out, calling the women in her community to create their own Council, at a table of their own making.

Together they envision a brave future which empowers each individual, acknowledges the interconnection of all beings, and creates safe space for heartfelt dialogue that includes a wide diversity of lived experiences. As those experiences are witnessed, and layers of the foundational beliefs (from ancestors, society, media) are examined through deep inquiry, the women and their allies become pattern disruptors. They begin the winnowing of what to keep and what to cast off, and to craft inspired actions based on their own knowing, recognizing their actions impact 7 generations forward.

The women take a radical stance against self-sacrifice, and give themselves permission to include cycles of rest and joyful celebration after cycles of intense transformational work. And along the way, they nourish themselves with dance, music, play, wine and great chocolate. They know the sacred work they do is a marathon, not a sprint. It must be sustainable.

Onward and Upward, Once More into the Fray!

Janiese Wesley

Legendary Me: Clarity
The Legendary Me has learned to breathe and enjoy my smile, eyes, my laughter, and embrace my inner child. No more wishing to be someone else. I will show up as Me, my “Legendary self. ”
Big hair, deep raspy voice, colorful clothes, wild crazy designs and patterns. Yes thats me, I ain’t apologizing anymore or shying away from my light. I ain’t running away from my shadow or from the girl in the mirror.

Vesna Sprecic

She traveled far and took her star
to find another one.
Now when stars are oh, so far
She sees stars in everyone.

Phyllis Anne Taylor

I was at a crossroads in my life, ready to give up, when I came upon Color of Woman and participation in that community changed the trajectory of my life. I saw my suffering differently. It produced perseverance which strengthened my character and gave me hope. I didn’t give up. At 70 I Rose Up higher and still I Rise Up each day knowing I can!

Karen Slovak

From the composted heap of released experience emerges a perseverant and victorious turtle ally. A magical partner I almost took for granted. Upon this companion, I re-member myself, invoking all the healing I can. Musical notations, ‘let it be’. On my left, a NYC cab from where I came, and a collaged message, ‘don’t grow up and out of it’. The little curtain hides confusion, there were many tears, and a frozen ice cube of emotion melts into an ocean, but that is where the turtle emerged. On my chest a raven, ode to 5 Rhythms freedom, emblazed with a solar plexus chakra symbol, personal power. A Celtic Claddagh in my hand, symbol of love, loyalty, and friendship towards my re-found self. Crescent moon on my right intuitively guides me forward and home. As for the feathers, I needed some shielding adornment but didn’t want to completely cover myself. I wanted to see who I was, and move past body shame. Dove, bringer of peace, holds the red thread, as it passes over my womb, carried by raven towards a healed version of myself, set free. When I arrive there inside myself, I am home.

Karen Godfrey

SHE WHO IS THE MOTHER OF LOVE…HERSELF

SHE SHIMMIES AND SHE SHAKES LOOSE
ADDING NOURISHMENT, COMPOST
TO THE BUBBLING SIMMERING CAULDRON OF LIFE

SHE IS IN FULL BLOOM…FULL BLOOM

SHE TOUCHES HER FEET, BARE FEET, TO THE DARK DAMP
RICH FERTILE SOILS OF
MOTHER EARTH

IN RHYTHM TO THE SEASONS
UNIVERSAL CYCLES OF
EBB AND FLOW

SHE DANCES WITH HER SOUL
PULSING AND UNDULATING
FLUID AND GRACE FILLED
FREEDOM FOR ALL

SHE WANDERS AND WONDERS
BELONGING AND LONGING
EMBODYING THE SKILLFUL ART
OF OPEN HANDED
GIVING AND RECEIVING
RECIPROCITY ENLIVENED

SHE RESONATES IN THE
TONE AND TUNE OF
RECIPROCAL TOUCH
HEALING AND HEALED INTERTWINED
VIBRATING PLUCKED STRINGS
OF LIGHT…OF LOVE…OF JOY

LEGEND ~ CLAN CURA 2022

Mary Schilder

Deborah Buschgens

Sumaiyah Wysdom Yates

She has broken free from the box She was put in – both through the Middle Passage and a society that is uncomfortable with the skin She is in.

She is adorned with kente cloth, crown, and markings of her Ancestors. A crown of golden ovals – the ovum – signifying Her rebirth, fertility and immortality.

She sends her light into the Universe and the Universe returns in kind with a Light that magnifies her heART flame.

The SUNflower, bathing Her in adoration, loyalty, longevity… Nourishing and vibrant, bringing joy to each moment.

She is aligned with the eagle spreading Her wings and taking flight.

She is the Flower Bearer, Bearing the Sweet Nectar of Her soul.

Aquara Star Soma

Shiloh Sophia McCloud

INSERT SHILOH’S STORY HERE

Sue Boardman

She Follows Her Heart…

The message is not new.
It’s just that I hear it now with legendary ears.
Follow your heart.
I have followed it to this time and place.
I suspect following it into the future will mean coming out from under the rock where I have been hiding.
Being visible.
Entering the world as a living symbol that love conquers all.
Gathering my beloveds and inviting them into their own legendary futures.
Grandmothers, mostly.

Shiloh Sophia McCloud

Ruth Anna Abigail

The story keeper remembers everything
That happened along the curving path
Not straight, no
And filled with places that held me for some time
Now I can’t remember if I was willing.

The story keeper knows family secrets
Transformed but not forgotten
Forgiven, for the most part
The story keeper reminds me to love
That little girl
That young woman
That mother
This crone
We all did the best we could with what we had

Like Penelope at her loom
The story weaver unpicks the threads of the past from old cloth
She holds all these stories
Like precious, colorful threads
None will be wasted as she creates a new cloth

It is a different pattern
She knows I am the stories I have told
Except when I haven’t been
And I am the stories told about me
Except when I’m not
I am life as it happened to me
Except when I happened to life
But all the threads, “true” or not
Find their way into the new cloth

She breathes out softly
On her breath the new story grows

———

I am a goddess, many goddesses
Liminal like Hekate
Defiant like Lilith
Raging like Sekhmet
Healing like Isis
Loving like Magdalene

I am a maker
A creator of images
A writer of words
A keeper of circles
A witness to others
A dreamer
A wise woman

I am my own creation
I shape my own path
I carve my own doors
I take the hand of any who will come with me
I’ve learned both the joy of connection
And the value of solitude
Neither frightens me any more

I am earth, air, fire, and water

Spirit filled
Carrying the stories of my ancestors
Both known and unknown

I am a Red Thread connected to so many others
Starshine and moonlight
The rising sun
The hush of twilight
I am joy and sorrow and everything in between
I am life happening

Easula Sedlmaier

My legendary self is authentically herself. Whether shaking her bootie or hugging a teddy bear, she has compassion for herself, including those aspects of self she hasn’t always liked. She accepts who and what she is. She used to think legendary meant being spontaneous without regard for consequences. She thought it meant being wild in the same way others are.

The gift I’m being offered is compassionate joy. Joyful compassion. Compassion with a smile and laughter. It’s a gift I resist. When I think of compassionate joy, I think of painting. Yet, the gift doesn’t stop at the studio door. It means laughing with love at the seriousness with which Tao holds her need to be unvaccinated. It means being graceful with Rev. G’s need to make everyone happy. I can and do choose those places where my gift can make a difference and be received.

My teddy is being offered and accepted the gift of compassion. As she accepts, she releases the gift of joy which was always there.

Pamela Llano

She told me to be open to surprises and to trust that I will be where I belong, even in unexpected places and situations.

She started off in a thick jungle – teaming with life and noise, everything covered in vines, the loud chatter of the birds and insects- The kind of place that’s never silent

But as she went into the cave and I began to paint the walls, things changed and somehow, suddenly, she was underwater and looking quite relaxed and at home~ a bit like a mermaid.

Not sure why I was surprised, but I was. (I should know to expect the unexpected!)

As I sat with her and pondered, I realized it was a cenote she was in- a hidden underground waterworld~

Before we were done, she wanted a cloak of purple roses, which I gave her, of course. She looked less like a mermaid then, but I still knew – I will always know~ she can thrive in many worlds.

Something she wanted me to know is that we aren’t always going where we think we are. She wanted me to remember that there’s so often amazing beauty and bounty hidden just below the surface and out of sight ~ in this case, whole other worlds that I would never even see unless I was willing and brave and able to go deep.

I’m so grateful to see and share the magic of the journey.

Li. Liliana Garcia

Mystic Legend: What Is Your Name?

I am the world within worlds
I am the All and the nothing
I contain all, and all is contained within the smallest of parts
I am the fractal and the hologram
I am that I am

I carry in my womb the wings of freedom
Hope is in the horizon.
As the mists of darkness lift, the wings of freedom are illuminated and
Giving rise to the “Lily of Light” spilling her light all over.
In the middle of it all, there you are:
A light to illuminate the path.
Being you!
Not even knowing what a gift you are,
And that all you have to do is be there and be yourself
And the gifts that you bear,
Spill and illuminate others without you even knowing it.

I cover myself with the cape of peacefulness
Carrying the “dark” energy that impregnates everything
Where stars and galaxies are born
And every atom and electron.

The veil lifts to reveal the ultimate force of the universe –
LOVE
The love for life itself, caring for itself,
Multiplying in countless forms,
Flowering and spreading its sweet fragrances
Wherever it can.

The sweetness of life like honey,
Attainable by transmuting the outdated childhood
Patterns of survival
With the help of the leading star.

My hand-stamp for my future work
Would unfold as the spiraling flower, by entering the flow,
Stepping into my quantum self
And accessing the fields of creation in partnership with

The All Seeing One

Carol Fairbanks

Sisters of the Moon, there is a new story to be told. It’s a tale of the coming of great and much needed change. It brings with it a different way of seeing ourselves and our relationship to all of creation. It speaks not of a hierarchy, but rather reveals the wondrous circle of oneness. As with all new growth, this seed of consciousness begins its germination in the midst of darkness.,,, just as everything seems to be at its very blackest.
Out of that deep painful purple of emptiness, there emerges a beautiful image of a woman. She does not arrive, as women are expected to, with her head bowed in submission and her eyes cast downward. No, rather this woman’s presence is a grand sight of empowerment and great determination. Her eyes reveal an intent that is unmistakable as she wields a luminous sword that reflects the promising light of that full moon.
The woman looks down at the people, who were staring at her in wonder, as she says, “No longer will I tolerate my rivers and seas to be polluted and my air and winged ones poisoned.” The woman then raises her sword of Truth and sweeps away all the lies of scarcity that humanity had built its whole world upon. The ideas of plenty and gratitude move up through the decay of deceit peeling it away, like a snake shedding the skin that no longer fit its body. The deep purple grief felt by the masses fades into the jubilant colors of joy. The desire to dominate and conquer falls away as peace inspires a grateful heart in all. From this moment on, no child will suffer by not knowing his or her worth.

Patrizia Ferrari

Katherine Torrini

Make art out of it—all of it.

The wonder, the drama, the wilted flowers, the boarding passes, the chocolate wrappers, the orange peels, the dried paint on your palettes, the awkward moments, the things you wish you’d said and the things that you did.

All of it has been made useful.

All of it has made you who you are and who you are becoming. All of it is fodder for the weave. Even as you despair and insist that you are—separately and alone! —the master of your fate, I weave and spin, I curate and transform.
I collect and compost; I sift and sow– seeds of wisdom, growth and mastery in the compost of your “failures”.

What do I need from you, you ask?

I require you to live fully—to feel every minute, to live every rouge thought, every wacky idea, every sweet miracle.
I am weaving the most splendid tapestry of your life—an embodiment of the truth that truly, nothing can be lost or wasted. Perfect is so dull. Real is rich!

The swirling ribbons say so much.

They are exquisite patchworks of all the memories, experiences, dreams, objects, breadcrumbs, hidden shameful moments, visions, longings, project ideas, , ideas, yearnings, journal pages, colors, projects of your life—I have made them all useful.

There is so much space in wholeness, my love, my dear, so much space. All you could ever want — and more.

P.s. Come again soon. I’ll make tea.

Break the Spell
Come home. You know the way.
Breathe me in, I’m right here.
Psst.. I’ll meet you at the back door.
What do you wish?
Fear is forgetting
Love is remembering
Nothing is wasted.
Everything has been made useful …and beautiful

Make art out of it—all of it.

The wonder, the drama, the wilted flowers, the boarding passes, the chocolate wrappers, the orange peels, the dried paint on your palettes, the awkward moments, the things you wish you’d said and the things that you did.

All of it has been made useful.

All of it has made you who you are and who you are becoming. All of it is fodder for the weave. Even as you despair and insist that you are—separately and alone! —the master of your fate, I weave and spin, I curate and transform.
I collect and compost; I sift and sow– seeds of wisdom, growth and mastery in the compost of your “failures”.

What do I need from you, you ask?

I require you to live fully—to feel every minute, to live every rouge thought, every wacky idea, every sweet miracle.
I am weaving the most splendid tapestry of your life—an embodiment of the truth that truly, nothing can be lost or wasted. Perfect is so dull. Real is rich!

The swirling ribbons say so much.

They are exquisite patchworks of all the memories, experiences, dreams, objects, breadcrumbs, hidden shameful moments, visions, longings, project ideas, , ideas, yearnings, journal pages, colors, projects of your life—I have made them all useful.

There is so much space in wholeness, my love, my dear, so much space. All you could ever want — and more.

P.s. Come again soon. I’ll make tea.

Break the Spell
Come home. You know the way.
Breathe me in, I’m right here.
Psst.. I’ll meet you at the back door.
What do you wish?
Fear is forgetting
Love is remembering
Nothing is wasted.
Everything has been made useful …and beautiful