Roots, tiny boxes and my dusty memory shelf
The love and learning for esoteric arts and occult studies officially began in 1996 after walking into a B. Dalton. I discovered and studied Buddhism in College at a Worlds Religions course. Meditated with local Buddhist physicists at coffee houses in between. I was 20. Life approached me, the illusion of the rat race engulfed me until 2013, then again in 2020. I believe the pandemic, the great reset or pause, was the true calling for many. When I was finally ready to uncover my eyes, breathe through my fear of meeting Santa Muerte, I let go by opening myself to her calling after the last powerful dream in which she handed me gold upon waking. Something in me "woke" up after this dream. The feeling upon waking of a groggy deep slumber. For me, magickal practice or intent, the earliest memory I remember as a girl are my multilayered experiences growing up on the Texas-Mexico southwest borderlands. The borderlands experience is an incredibly different lived narrative the...
