Quotes AND STORIES
from participants, supporters, and others who inspire our work
Celebrate Grace
Vibrate Vulnerably
Admit your needs to nature
It's OK to have needs to nurture
Between two junipers
One old, one young
I sat
To become whole
Embrace drama-free peace
And powerfully channel
My energy into Goddess's Greatest Goodness
Now is the time she said
Honey stick begs
In boredom and fear
I must choose this life
Appreciate wonder
Both which is wild, sacred and urban, profane
Release toxins of all shields
Purify and rebalance them
By performing renewing ritual
I unsew a splinter from the bottom of my bare foot
Now there's new space to sew un-splintered sacrament
Like red dragonfly wisdom
Be cheerful she said
Or black bat wisdom
Dare to dart he said
Or yellow butterfly wisdom
I'm still right here she said
All of them flying free
Ecstatically erect for the eclipse
Through vibrational osmosis
Recharged from above and below
the soil and my soul
down, too, in my bone marrow
All of us tremble
I weep and worship
at the moon's magnitude that
can cover the sun
when aligned with Purpose
- Mattie Clark, 2017 Adult Vision Fast Participant
In Death, A Gift
A story by Alex Gateman
“Come,” said spirit.
“But where?” Asked the Quester.
“Come to the place where you will watch yourself die. Where the many masks you wear will be smashed, burned, buried and washed away. Come to the place where you strip yourself of the burdens of guilt, shame, judgement and pain. Where you can Be, just as was meant from the beginning of time. Purify yourself in my waters, cleanse your lungs with my air, bathe in the warmth of my light, dream under my stars. Release your anguish, for I am here to take it all. Give like you have never given before. Give me your troubles, your sorrows, your regrets and your fears. In return, a gift.”
“A gift? For my troubles, my sorrows, my regrets and my fears?” asked the Quester.
“Indeed, the gift of death.”
“But why would I want to die?” asked the Quester.
“So as to be reborn! A Phoenix from the ashes of your past.”
“But how will I do it?” Again, asked the Quester.
“Let go. Let go of that grip on what you think you know, plummet to the depths of your being, fall into the deepest, darkest corners of yourself and cast the light of love upon them. Accept your life for how it has been, give thanks for bringing you this far, and then… Say goodbye. As your hunger turns to prayer, you will find your way.”
“But what if my light is not strong enough?” Asked the Quester.
"Seek with confidence Quester, for he who stands tall in the face of shadow and death, carries the light of the sun. Let go, young Quester, so that you may be born on the wings of the wind.”