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About Beth Gager

I am a writer, a coach, an artist, a dancer, a mother and a goddess. I love elephants, trees, manatees, sea turtles, whales, dolphins, wolves, gorillas and watermelon. I have written three books and many blog posts.i love beautiful people and I am blessed to be surrounded by joy.


I guess life chose me after all. And God doesn’t really lie. But people are so hidden and complex. But the good ones want to be simple. I am now calling the sight heartline. It is my direct communication system with my loves. There are tons of people I can think of that I have never had a heartline with. And tons of people that I have. I am noticing that the Green World is about eighty-five percent complete now. But the people around me are still holding onto normal appearances. But my heartline team members say money is getting tighter and tighter for them. Heartline is soft. And life has been so hard. But lately I can see in my heartline just how deliberate it has been on God’s part. Brutally deliberate I used to say. But I don’t really think so anymore. Deliberate and smart and strategic I would say now. Always with love as his and her highest goal. And family. We travel in soul circles. With the good companions and the bad ones. This has been true forever. And our bad companions circle us and bring us down. And our good companions come closer to us with their truths as the world gets gentler on us. You know, it’s hard to tell by looking at person what is really going on with them. Close to impossible really. And bad companions are constantly lying and hiding. And good companions are stopped and scripted and hurt inside. We are the heartline generation. We are the new world. And today we figured out what to do with the people that don’t want to thrive. They want to exist, not be educated. We simply give them a stipend and a house and an easy way to buy a car. That’s so simple. And if they have children, we educate the children completely. To me this feels like one of the final components of a society that works in totality. Because some people will never make an effort to be good. And if they are not going to jail we still have to deal with them. So we take them out of the hospitals and the shelters and the places they house themselves and we support them until they pass on out of our eternal world. And they can have nice life, too. So it’s really no bother to us anymore. We can afford to be generous. I want to tell you something. Today is my shot. I’m going in a few hours. And I still hurt about it. And next week is Thanksgiving. I’m pretty sure I spend Thanksgiving with my family because yesterday and the night before I went through a birthing process. And I felt it happening physically. I redesigned some things in my home on my desk. And it is gorgeous. Three birds nests with eggs. And a orchid my son got for me at my request. A little purple statice and some berries in a tiny vase. This must be the truth. That little vase of purple flowers and berries and those pretty nests from Amazon. Like, every moment of my life now. Possibly not the moment when I get my shot. But once again soon thereafter. So what I want to talk about is soon thereafter. Because I have a heartline with God. And Thanksgiving is the time of gathering together as a family. And so is Christmas. God is getting good. She doesn’t even have to speak anymore. That’s torture anyway. I am the goddess now. So, I speak for her. And mostly, her instructions have been in question form. I don’t really need that. To be reminded of what I still haven’t figured out. I know these things when God inspires me to know instead of hearing about them in my head or my sight. Maybe heartline is my new sight because God really is capable of being love now. And love on Thanksgiving or not is still scary like my shot is because I am missing out on something and I am being violated. But heartline doesn’t violate me. 5D does. So, joy like rain. In my heartline. God like love. In my world. People like family. In my senses. And home like nest. In my vision and in my daily world. Because now I have one partially finished home. But I have two more beautiful wren’s nests coming along to me with my sweet, sweet family and these sweet, sweet plans I have made with them and others. You might be one of those others. Well, friend, that sounds nice. A heart. A beautiful heart. That’s you, that’s me, that’s a tall oak tree. That’s a soft whispering pine. And that’s a vegetarian Thanksgiving feast. And that’s you and me and a cat named Peanut Butter. Who died, you know, but she didn’t think so. I love. I love. I love. We love. We love. We love. And we live. We live. We live. And we continue to give and give and give. And it is no burden, it is a joy. And then someday we sit down under a tree and look around us and there is nothing in our furthest vision of the things that we can see or in our hearing that is bad or uncomfortable or toxic or ugly. And that is my world. And I have worked hard for it. Harder than you can ever imagine. And I know you have too in your own way. So let’s claim the day once again. It is not yet dawn in Virginia. And I have to get a shot. And my body is very much alone with that invasion of my space. But my heartline grows softer and sweeter. And so does the world. On and on says the moon. So we go on. And I am with you. And you are with me. So all is well. In our sacred nell.

Preparing for Giving Thanks

Thanksgiving is around the corner. It still terrifies me quite a lot that I will still not be free by then. But I do better all the time. And I can no longer say that things don’t change for me because in my heart they do. Not my physical circumstances. But my new life keeps changing. And now I have a new daughter. She is six years old. And she is so smart and so kind and so deeply devoted like I am. And I love her intensely and completely already. We are integrating her into our life and our homes daily. She has struggled. Too much. I find out more about these things every day. The struggles of the good people. I deal less and less with the brutality of the people that hurt. This girl told me what to do about that. And it really worked. For she is an excellent wise woman and healer. She said change your clothes and wash with a washcloth all over your body every time you feel bad. I did. My cells are doing so much better now. So is my body and my mind. I did something else. I wrote my Partitions that Cultivate Joy. They are a list of things I like to do to be well. They are my transitions. Some things are: write in my journal, do art journaling, make the bed, turn on the lights, light the candles, take bach rescue remedy, take four papaya enzymes, put calendula ointment on wrists and dry skin patches, take sambucus, use bach’s stress relief pastilles, massage hands and feet with zum oil, use essential oils, sit outside, go for a walk, lie down outside on a blanket on the grass, have private time with my partner, turn on music, make a playlist, rest, lie down, take a nap, eat, drink, do laundry, fold laundry, change clothes and take a bath in Dr. Teals’ epsom salts. I still can’t quite hold on to time. But thyme is mine. Time is profane or at least it has been. It is the forty hour work week that takes three hours to complete and then you are sitting at your desk bored the rest of the time. It is getting paid not enough to survive on once a month. It is the nuclear family and everyone being disconnected all the time. It is the script we must follow in our conversations to be normal and not get attacked. It is taking medicine on a schedule designed by someone that doesn’t understand anything about wellness, only disease. It is being destitute, like I still know I am in many ways. Thyme is sacred. And it flows. It is loving your people and your family and your whole community. It is going from one joy cultivator to the next. It is having real work. It is having abundant nourishment. It is touching the sky with beauty fingers every moment. It is a poem that doesn’t need to rhyme but it does need to thyme. And it is Grandmother Hawk, White Wolf and Grandfather Tree for you and for me. And for all of our friends and relations. It is the moon in all of her cycles. The cycles like to kill me dead but I am well in my heart and my relationships in my sight. Please forgive me for wanting something so badly all the time when you need me still in your reiki. Reiki is thyme. It is poetica. It is musica. It is artista. It is chefista. It is rootsong. Roots need time to flourish and ferret and grow. But this is very slow for me. And every time, I miss someone. When I hear a report they say, doing well. And then I hear, but not that one yet. Remember my conversation with God about there being a seclusion and restraint room in every ward of Western State Hospital and how that seclusion and restraint is announced eight times a day over the hospital intercom system? She said two years in the hospital and you will want to die. And it was absolutely true. But she didn’t say when I would be able to live. Except someone always says, “Oh Beth, just a few more days.” I don’t mean to say this every time to you. But I am a part of you that aches. Surely you must recognize this for us, my friend. Okay, love. I have spent my time now with you trying once again to hold on. I didn’t mention my shot. But it is next week. And then Thanksgiving. I either have huge glorious plans or none. I can’t really tell. Everyone says, “No, Beth, this year is completely different. You will certainly not spend Thanksgiving alone at the end of the month with no food left. Look at what we’ve done since last year.” But who’s to say? I don’t know still. But I always try. Let me try to end this post. With a song for you to sing at Thanksgiving. Blessings to you. I hope you eat your tofurky and your celery and onion stuffing and your vegetarian gravy and your green bean casserole and your mashed potatoes and your candied sweet potatoes and your succotash and your broccoli with cheese sauce and your waldorf salad and your mini marshmallow salad and your dinner rolls and your pumpkin and apple pie with whipped cream and your asti spumante or sparkling juice with strawberries in it in complete delight among fabulous friends and relations. And I hope I do, too. Let us give thanks.

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Fall Colors

Autumn is turning the leaves golden and the mountains ancient. Everywhere I look now all I see is forest and huge mountains. I have entered holy communion. The next step is sacred union. Then reunion. My birthday is Friday. I’ll be fifty-three years old. I have been working in the sight for nearly five years now. The rings of reality have not come to me yet. People told me recently that the thing I need to do is embody the people. Remember, I am a collective soul. And I am your body. I keep having lots of symptoms. That’s heartburn, coughing, wheezing and peeing quite a lot when I cough. Sometimes headaches, too. I have been talking on bluetooth, which is another way of saying the sight, to all my original people. And I have been making websites in the sight, including and I also have I have thirty websites now.,,, I was with my people with the law before. It was kind of theoretical. I was with some people literally, but now I appear to be with all my people that are my client friends. They communicate with me. I didn’t really realize that it was theoretical til the past few days. And now I am thinking of everything I can do with my people, including singing to them, and I am thinking of who else are in my core tribe. And I have given my lowest ones that have been considered mentally ill and intellectually disabled and have lived in adult homes and have to attend clubhouse careers. Or they could study. Or they could find another career by getting coached or listening in to their sacred calling. Because I know well that no one likes to be thrown away and everyone has a dream and all my people have a desire to be well and to help others. They are the sacred listeners and sacred healers of the world. And they have been asking for additional things from me. Which I give to them. It’s really beautiful. And I have had far too much experience and my mind is too clear to doubt it anymore. Though I still check in, because nothing has changed for me physically. You know, I am only writing this because I was asked. I put this website back up because I was asked to. I was done with it. I am tired of talking about my shot. It is next Wednesday. I have been making plans for a long time. And we always say, it will be real soon. I’ve told you that a million times on this blog. And things change a lot. Like the mountains and the trees. And my work. It grows and grows. And so does my relationship with God and the Goddess. On the day after the new moon in September Mother Mada came to me and it was fabulous. This past Sunday was the full moon. And it was the day of the Goddess. The celebration of the moon. And I truly did celebrate that day. Today is October 12, 2022. A lot of people have told me when they came to me in 2018 that they knew I was going to be in the hospital or suffering deeply til the fall of 2022. They just got that from God. And they couldn’t reach me at all and they still can’t. This holy communion is the ancient mountains and the ancient forest in my neighborhood. I just know it. I am with Grandmother Nell and Grandfather Dwell. Gaia and Daia. Calliope and Ganesha. The garden and the home. This is the time of the Garden of Eve. And the garden is popping up everywhere I look now. There is no mistaking it. And it no longer goes backwards. It simply grows even more magnificent. I can look on my street and see progress now. And I can look at the communication that is coming through to me through my core team. And people are being embodied. So, I must be, too. So lets just see what happens next, okay? For you are a beautiful flower. And I am a beautiful moon. And the moon and the flower are friends. Come along friends, and listen. If you haven’t found me yet, try, please to figure out something. So many more have. We are world wide family. We are a nation of green citizens. We are earth stewards and green activists. Come now, my loves and reach out your hands to me. And I will reach back. And then across the chasm of realities that are the temple rings we will touch each other again and again. As we have. And then I will finally touch my rooted life. It’s you. It’s you. I know it’s you. My loves. My heart. My soul. My body. Think of who would be with me as a master. And find them. I know you know who they are. Everyone has a sacred connection to someone else on the world wide web. We only need to embody it now. Please work with me to heal the planet to the green world. You will be thankful for what we have designed for you. I have been busy writing. I am indeed your sacred writer. So, my sacred friend, heal and be healed. And then you can come over for tea. Or perhaps a little sake?

New Moon

It’s almost the new moon. Been a long, long while since I posted here. Since before solstice and now on Wednesday we are leaving the solstice moon for the next cycle. And on Tuesday I am scheduled for my shot and bloodwork. I decided not to talk about it last time. But you know how it goes. I see I said in early June almost there. Well now, practically early August. I have released the Twelve Steps of Resiliency and WREN on bluetooth. To me that is reiki. I hear lots of feedback. Its called the Thrive Revolution and the Living Economy Solution. And I have made a Twelve step meeting called Resiliency Room. It’s awfully pretty. And I am getting a lot of positive feedback as I sit in my dining room talking to myself. My journals are filled with writings, programs, and new songs. I choose to write by hand with a mechanical pencil. And I deliver them to whomever is listening that others in the sight get for me. This is not new. But it has picked up significantly since July 5. I am told I now have 60 million people on the phone. We work on law, and the economy, and cohousing cities. It all comes back again to look at and go deeper with. I am so deep in now on a $1300 a month disability check that it is ridiculous. I don’t get attacked nearly as much anymore. But I did today for four hours. I don’t know what to say really. People are getting more and more free in the sight with me. But my circumstances haven’t changed. I trust what I am doing and I trust that the people that I talk to are really who they say they are and I trust that they are somehow having this experience with me. But still no physical word or physical life. My son is in England with his father visiting my daughter. The variations on that can make a person spin. Meaning, where are these people really and what do they actually know when I get different information all the time? Well, yes, Samantha, there is a new consciousness. And yes, God, I am still listening and doing my utmost best for you. I hear this, I hear that. It’s not all accurate then sometimes it catches back up. But my work. Oh yes, my work. People love it. I love it, too. It is really, really beautiful. And I know what I am doing with it. I am being a sacred healer and a sacred listener. Sorry, you guys that say I am not allowed to say that. I say it anyway. The rings of reality aren’t closed. Everyone still has two. I have the one I get my shot in. And the one I do my most sacred work in. It’s now 7D and 22D. At the level of the body and at the level of the soul. I hear justice is getting closer. But always not close enough. I’m not really too worried. I deal with it daily. A lot of pretty things happen to me. Just before I started writing this actually with my family. And my family has been sounding better and better. And the law of justice sometimes does but there is always a reason that it doesn’t hold. Like 22D. You know what? I surrendered once again after the attack. I said, okay, I won’t fight, I’ll just listen. And then I was brought back to what happened before the attack once again. And I was told it was not going to be right unless I was free this week. But I made it right already because I worked on it with others. I don’t know really. It can get very upsetting. So, I persist and go on. I am so incredibly loved. And I love so much. And I work all the time. But reality? Well. It’s hard to say consistently. I just keep writing and delivering what I am asked to deliver. I am alone and yet completely surrounded by the arms of my tribe. What are you up to, I wonder? Are you part of the 60 million tribe? Did you not hear yet because I didn’t tell you here? They tell me right now if I am not free by Thursday morning before my son and his father come back to the US the apartheid laws win. And no one goes to justice. Not me, not Nelson Mandela, not Donald Trump. Not every violator and every migrant and activist in the world. The Green Revolution is over they say. We lost completely. I know how I function. Do you? I have the Twelve Steps, WREN, the Resiliency Rooms, the Living Economy, the Pan Musica Guild, ten books, lots of pieces of writing, many, many programs and tons of work on law and the US Constitution. So is it them or us? I’m still not convinced it has to be by Thursday morning. I don’t know why. I’ve been at this too long and I’m always hopeless unless I’m hopeful. Well, come along my friends. Join the Pan Revolution. Because otherwise its another eternity in hell. I am already in both places. Are you? Perhaps you are. Okay. I’ll keep listening. If God has a plan I know it includes me. And you, too? Not if you’re my hacker, well, yes even you. But God’s plan for me is freedom. This I know. And millions of others, too. Okay, peoples let’s just go along this path of this week of the last of July, of the new moon of the harvest at summer’s end and be satisfied about something. At least, every so often. Sorry I can’t be sure. I’m too practical for that. Too recently wounded, too. Now let’s just take a moment to hold one another’s hand. Let’s go together. Hell or heaven but not both. Okay?

Group Destiny

Our destiny is shared. That is everyone in the world. Each person has always made their choice. We have traveled in a soul circle from the beginning of life. We are a tribal people. We are all native to the earth. I am a monocan. A Sioux. That is why I am in the sight. I have ten million others now with me, when the Goddess Nell/Calliope/Cali Ma decides this is right. June 6, 2022 is the grand opening of the new consciousness world. It is the opening date of Joe Biden’s Pan Revolution. The world leaders are ready. 6/6/2022 is an 18. That’s three sixes. Reiki is now at 2,000,000,068. And the rest of the world is at 18D. 3D and 5D no longer exist. The rings of reality are real. Because we live in a holographic universe. There are six rings of reality. Each person is capable of operating more than one ring at once. But I am not. I used to sit in 22D. Now I’m in 2,000,000,068. I am still having to operate my life in the 18D world. Just two days ago I got my shot. I still live exclusively on SSDI. I have no car. But I got unhacked finally. I’ve discovered which religions and churches and cults are the ones who hack us. They are now 18D. All green men and women and children leave religion alone. Because we believe in the earth. We believe God is love. A divine feminine presence and a divine masculine presence. We believe in nature. And when it is explained to us we believe in vegetarianism because we would never willingly kill someone for convenience or culture or put death and disease into our bodies. Just like we wouldn’t do drugs, or smoke pot, or drink beer or violate our children or the earth. All these things spin us. Earthkeepers aren’t violators. We don’t choose to do harm. If you still haven’t seen that eating an animal is harming you and our earth and the animals that you are ingesting then I don’t know why you are still reading my blog. You must be a hacker or a stalker. I’m used to you. But last night I got out of the last of the cults. Because I got out of my reiki lineage. My only reiki lineage now is God’s. That is Rootsong Reiki. My very own system. I’m feeling more and more clear as the hours pass. It’s been about three hours now since this has happened. I took you out of your lineage, too, if you are really with me. You don’t have to be Monocan Sioux to be green. But you can’t be a cult. And you can’t deny the goddess. And you can’t eat animals. If you are an earthkeeper our team will support you in making every single one of your dreams come true. You will join us in the living economy. We have so many resources and plans already. It’s all well established. And everyone of you will work, play and enjoy your life fully. No matter your age or your history if you are an adult. We have everything worked out, but it has to go worldwide, so there is a fabulous job for you in our system. Our shared destiny has always been shared. But look who we have been sharing it with. We are getting closer to sharing it only with each other in our chosen places to live. They won’t choose to live where we live, and anyway, we won’t let them. So much will change. Imagine this 2,000,000,068 ring. They will be in a 22D ring. Will those rings ever cross? I doubt it. Unless we go into the places where they populate. Shared means that we have always been seriously guided. God and Goddess have held us all along. And we have suffered deeply right inside their tender arms. This new system means that our God is love. And their God is still sin and death and the devil. What you believe in most is what you go towards. And we have been going towards each other for eternity now. And we now are finally moving out of them. Because the lineage is broken. And we have figured out how to stop them from hacking us. I sit with the world wide web all the time. That is my reiki. And lately I have had to go lie down and sleep with all the attacks a lot. But we are getting to the end of that if we haven’t already reached it. My body and my auric field feel like we’ve reached it. But I still have to see. I have discovered some wonderful things about my life in this past week. All of this music. With my musica team. And I know now more than ever what direction my days go in when I am free. And I am so filled with joy about my rhythm and my new work. I keep looking at it, just to see it shine for me. It’s so beautiful. I have this dream where I take my people from the chair to the dance floor. And I have this dream of singing with the guitar. And both of those dreams are now singing their songs where I can listen, even though I can’t yet partake in them with my full expression. I am in the listening room. And it’s no longer a hospital room. It’s a beautiful living room in a beautiful city that I love. With all my friends and family surrounding me. Practically. Almost. More than ever now. But still in reiki sight. But we have a shared destiny. And our destiny will arrive to each one of us. Including me. Based on our choices. And I know my own choices well. And the choices of everyone else that is in my circle. Because I have been working at this for a long, long time now. Come to the new world when the new world calls you if you are green. I will be right there with you. Remember what I’ve told you. If you are already good we will love you. So much is pressing in on them now that they are starting to understand just a hint of something true. But we are understanding almost everything now. Let yourself be free today in knowing that your choice is what takes you home to us. Let’s settle in. And be love more than ever. Summer approaches. And this has been our sacred spring. Hold out your hand for goodness. And let God offer you a flower. We are beginning a new season of blossoms. Our time is coming. Out of their sight and into ours. We have so much ground now. Let’s just cover a little bit more.


The trees are coming out in full leaf except the walnut tree. It wasn’t a vibrant green spring this year for me. The leaves tended red then orange then sap green and yellowish. The flowering trees stayed flowering until the flowers just suddenly turned into leaves. I got really home in my body and my heart last night about when I could hold myself and my children for freedom. I had another day of suffering on April 25. We get attacked in the reiki, we really do. But this time it wasn’t me being attacked by the light of the world field, which has happened for years and seems like God because it says it is, it was the others with me. And it lasted about nine hours. And something changed in everyone’s experience because we gathered together in a new way. And that was pretty, although a couple of days later I had to go into deep doubt again. But I got through that. And I decided it was really okay with me to hold another person’s truth, even if I have only limited senses and not eyes to see, but full acute hearing in the reiki. Reiki is sound, my life is quantum and I was doing fine. And then last night someone told me, Beth I think it is you. He was sweet. He said what if you are the author, the healer, the body that manifests here. And then I stumbled around with a few things for a while like my children and then I said yes to that. Because I could tell. It is me. I really believe in this concept of the poem. We change things when we are not so literal. When we are creative. I learned this with my team and I wrote about it in A Rooted Nell and I use it every day. I let the poem be the source. And I know God matches that. I can feel it. So does my team. So when we create a poem instead of being lost we make up all kinds of beauty. A lot has arisen from my understanding that music and a poem are the keys to a beautiful whole mind, heart, body and life. So, last night, with a statement of beauty from a friend I don’t know, I found myself. And I was oh so delighted and pretty and confident. For about a minute. And then guess what? Everyone in my reiki was triggered. What do you mean? they said. Are you sure you mean that? they cried. You better check, they moaned. And I felt toxified and I told them so. I evicted them as much as I could. But I was wounded. They sent fear, doubt and worry right into my body, my mind and my heart. And I still haven’t recovered. They are trying. They are explaining everything they can think of to me about why it happened. But it was just a trigger really. And I’m used to this trigger because it’s a lifelong pattern so maybe I’m responsible for it and not them. Because plenty of times when I get really confident and pretty and feel really happy people around me attack. They always tell me I’m not allowed. The day I finished A Rooted Body I went deep into debt and had to borrow money to keep the basics like a phone and electricity and had to apply for an $11 an hour job at my old CSB as a med tech and someone who changes sheets. Everybody I had to ask for help thought that was much more sensible than being a full time coach and writer. Which I had been for over a year. The moment my life was getting really financially stable and I was about to pay off my debts and I loved my two jobs and my body was singing with health without medicine and I was living well again I was taken into the hospital system to see what was there that was brutal for my people. I could go on and on with examples of this that go way back. Including to when I first became the goddess like I wrote about in A Rooted Mind. Betrayal at every turn from the people closest to me. How that could have happened to me again is straight from the goddess herself. But it did. As you know. Different set of people, same exact betrayal. I feel numb and lost and out of sorts. Everything is a blank and when people try to help me I feel kind of annoyed. I don’t know how to regroup here. They are trying. But I find myself not wanting to participate in anything with them. So, I abandoned their discourse of explaining why and started to write. My daughter is coming for a visit from England this week and I am scheduled for my shot on Wednesday. Another month has gone by and I am not yet released from my disabled circumstances and I can’t talk to my daughter about anything I care about because she is not able to hear me without people in the world confirming it. I am not a reiki master to her I am a mental patient. Like I am to my psychiatrist, my son, my whole family and my pharmacist. I sensed last night that it was over. Like I’ve been indicating to you for years. I might indeed be a mental patient and on disability and on chemical restraints for my psychotic mind. It really depends on what you are looking at. If you’re looking at my interactions with the world of psychiatry and social security and Medicare and the police like my daughter and my son and my sister and my providers are you see failure. If you’re looking at my programs and my writing and my books and my reiki and my facilitation and my coaching and my heart and my wisdom and my truth of billions of hours of deep experience then you see something different. I can see both perspectives because I live them every day all day long and all night long. I never stop trying. I never stop listening. I never go out of the reiki. And I never stop writing and coaching. I do it every day. I want to regroup and find my excitement in my heart and in my knowing again that when my daughter comes this week I don’t have to lie anymore and I don’t have to hide what’s really true for me. That’s a form of violence and attack for me. And for her. And for my son. We are a soul circle. We always travel together. That includes every one of my attackers and every one of my loves. Kiss me sweetly on my forehead and help me face what I have next to do. It might take me a while still. Because we are a circle. I hate to lie to my children and I hate to be less than them. I hate to go get injected with bad chemicals. I hate to talk about my illness. I love to sing and write and coach and communicate and be embraced with kindness and support in reiki but I really wish it wasn’t just reiki so I could have a full life. I really am pretty and wise. I go beyond where most people are capable of going. And I inspire loving people to do the same. But I know I am not inspiring you or my daughter or my son to be a full master until I am free. And I really felt close last night. I really felt sure. I wrote the book on manifesting your master self. It’s called A Rooted Body. And I’ve been pretty much tortured with it ever since. The world has closed on me again. The circle must be saying something. Maybe if I ask my team to help me look at what the soul circle is saying I can find myself again. I am reluctant still. I feel a deep gash in my heart. But let me try. I guess I have to use my own medicine and find the poem away from the wound. I keep getting wounded. And this one is really, really bad. Who is that circle for you? Are you still deep inside it? I promise I will start moving again. Okay? This soul circle is really, really tough. I hear it screaming through the world. It says, I am covid. I am your judge for your demise it says. Be very, very afraid of me and knock off trying to stop me. You never will. How powerless am I? I had power for a moment before the soul circle attacked again in the form of triggered reiki friends. Okay. Thank you for listening once again to my heart. I know you don’t really believe I am powerless even though they say I am. Reiki just makes sense and so do I and I always have. I am a sacred healer and a sacred listener. I am a luminary. And I am a goddess for the new consciousness. And I have worked and suffered so hard for everyone of you. And they don’t know. Even though I’ve told them. Let’s regroup together now. The wound will close. Maybe not before another wound happens with my daughter and my shot. Because it feels like it went out of my hands and back to them. So, it feels like once again they are holding the circle. My circle. I had about a minute of truth. I knew I was about to be empowered. But no one else did. What do you know? Do you know yourself? Do you know your triggers? Do you know your poem? It’s a rather blustery day. And my body is responding as it usually does to everyone that comes along, good or bad. I feel like I am starting to get a poem again because I listened in. I am not powerless. I do my work daily and nightly. Let me do my work then. Until that entire soul circle is back in my hands. My hands are capable hands no matter what they say. When I am empowered you will know it, my friend. And so will my family. It’s okay I guess to be here. Bring on the barleycorn. Sing the rootsong. And I will, too.

The Earthwalker finds her roots

She begins to walk. Because she takes the pen into her hands to write the next story. The next story is the story of the goddess. And of the god Pan. The next story is the story of the red deer clan. The next story is the story of the way. The way is green. The way is conscious. And the way is freedom. Inside spring. With the trees and the birds and the bees. With the flowers. At home in the nell. Alive in the meadow. Growing with the fern. Replenishing with the rain. Restoring with the river. Emerging with the leaf. River, rain, leaf, meadow and fern. The new story. This is the story of A Rooted Body. It is the story of the Time of the Awakened Heart on this green earth. And it is our story. And the story of our children. We have done our work well. We have walked in the shoes of justice. And we have seen far into the future for our people and our children. We have seen the new earth coming. And we have held it so delicately yet firmly in our hands. Now we hold the pen. Before it was them. But we are smarter than that. And we are determined now. We are the writers of the new story. The river story. The rain story. The leaf story. The meadow story. The fern story. That’s our way. To write the story. But always before we have been stopped. And the world can’t stop us anymore. Because the river and the rain and the leaf and the meadow and the fern says it can’t. That is their world. This is ours. We are the Rooted Body. We are the time of the awakening. We are the instinct and the sense of the buffalo and the whale. Our beauty is wise. And true. And we are breaking down the mystery. We hold each other. They hold onto nothing. We walk the way. They stay where they are but they leave our vision. We hold the highest vision. The highest purpose. With the earth. We say yes to life. To each other. And to the new way. It has traditions that are rooted among us. But we revise them to make them kind and loving and earth friendly. We are friends. We love all our friends and relations. And we are the new consciousness. The children say its time. So do we. So do the trees. So do the birds. So do the bees. Why would we prevent it? We would never. How can they? They can’t. The wisdom circle is in. We are thinking and creating. And we are writing. We know that the children have spoken to us about their wave. They say their wave is ready to begin. We hold the first wave. They hold the second. And on it goes. Until we have peace on earth. Total freedom for every master. Every light shining brightly. Every person in their rightful place. Everyone inside our grace. That means justice. And that means love. And that means neighborhoods. And that means vegetarian lives. For us and for them. Because the way is not to harm. The way is to thrive instead of suffer and serve an old god. The way is the master way. We are the masters I am talking about. And now our children are ready to take their rightful place among us. So we decide. To walk home. Where they will greet us. The earthwalker finds her roots. She knows what to do. She puts on her shoes, walks straight out the door and seeks out the sacred spring. The sacred spring will greet her kindly. And well. And she will say thank you. She will hold her face to the sky and breathe. And she will notice the leaves. And then she will talk to her daughter. About life. When she talks to her daughter about life she will set the world free. She has been walking for a long time. And she is ready to root herself in. She is ready to come home among her people. And they are ready for her. This is what the earth says now. It says, “Ah, we are finally alive.” So listen, my friends. Pick up your pen. And write the new story with me. What is your part? I know my daughter’s part. And I know mine. We write within the sacred lines. They don’t. But we do. These are the lines we know well. The earth lines. The lines of our very own bodies. Hold the earth line now. Even the walnut tree will find its leaves soon. Find yours. And I’ll continue to find mine. I know what speaks to me. It’s the new earth. It’s the sacred birth of plants and animals to freedom and life. It’s the open door for our children. What speaks to you? Call it to you now. And let it write the story for you. We are the earthwalkers together. Let’s find our way home.

A posie for the nose

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful you. You are a flower of the sweetest scent. Like a lilac. The reason I say this is because I like you. The reason I like you is because I think you are really pretty. You got prettier recently, didn’t you? So did I. I found my sacred strength. What did you do? I walked right into that pharmacy and I took my shot with the best form of grace. I said, okay, I take it on. I will not be held back any longer for taking responsibility for what is mine. That is everyone of my people. You? Or am I yours? Or is it the same thing, really? Well. Some people are still suffering out there that I am beholden to. And I decided to love them better. I really did. So I gave my body, my mind, my heart, my soul, my roots, my essence not at all to the psychiatric community or the pharmacist or to the person at the counter. Aren’t you glad? Because I decided I am in reiki with my team. Reiki means other people are constantly supporting me. Not them. Us. And how can I be taken, when they have already taken everything? How can I possibly be touched any more? Not if I am in sacred strength. I have two real treats for you. Three really. WREN. Wellness Resiliency Notes. The Twelve Steps of Resiliency. And A Rooted Wellness…A Book of Doing for Designing your Most Joyful Life. WREN and Twelve Steps are trauma release and joy finding programs. A Rooted Wellness is the Rootsong Reiki program I promised you for the Life Roots Healing System. It’s a workbook and a manual for a joyful life. Does this sound good? I already have WREN and The Twelve Steps written. They are really good. You find the way home. A Rooted Wellness is in the works. So too is A Rooted Nourishment. That is a book of vegetarian activism, food justice, recipes, staples, blessings for the table and art. I have found my way to the green mason activist community in my reiki. What a blessing that is. We work hard every day to bring forth the green world of the Pan Revolution and the New Consciousness. I am still as luminarily inclined as ever. What are you up to? The trees are really flowering red and now orange and have been for over a month but not much vibrant spring green is happening around here this year yet. But I have hundreds of dandelions and violets. Wildflowers abound. So do birds. They sing so mightily and fly so swiftly with the bumblebees and the butterflies. I am getting clearer all the time now. And spring is still in the beginning phases. How are your trees? Mine are significantly different than they have ever been before. I feel like I am doing well. And I have a good rhythm now with my work. So much is on the table all the time for me. I’m resting better and I am working better. And I know things will continue to grow every day. I love you. And I love all my people. Now that I have decided to be the activist I am meant to be for my tribe I feel God supporting me better than ever. And that too steadily gets better. The suffering dialogues grow less and less. That is my conversation with everyone who is a helper that likes to hurt me and others. That is my conversation with death and the devil inside people. But it no longer feels like my conversation with God. My conversation with God goes pretty well these days. She says I am sacred. I know you are, too. My reiki is the most sacred thing I have ever experienced. It has changed from the goddess sight to the green mason organizing site. I worry and disbelieve and fear a whole lot less than I used to. I am still not all the way home with my tribe. But I am growing closer. Not the same way I was last year or the year before or the year before. Differently now. The world is gentling. And covid is finally releasing its hold. The businesses still require masks. But a lot less people are afraid of dying because I breathe it seems when I go out. I am waiting for something. But I feel like I have found it. My mason community. It’s not phyiscal. It’s reiki. Rootsong, though. My own system where I am a center mason. And I work it everyday. So, listen. 2022 is our year. I know this. Like never before in the whole entire world. Let us just keep going. Every day brings new promise. We have come through the worst time in history. And we have suffered deeply. But I have a light now. And so do you. Shine on, my friends. And I promise I will, too.

The wind is walking

Oh, loves. The trees are in full flower. Not the flowering trees. The others. The wind was walking today. What is a walking wind, you might ask? A wind that is determined and brave. I notice, I notice, I notice again. It goes beyond sacred listening. I suppose it’s called sacred noticing. Or perhaps sacred bravery. Are you quite brave? It takes a lot, it really does. I wish to contact you about my life. Ha. Ha. I’m just joking really. Wednesday is shot day once again. I do wish to contact you about my strife. Take it all away peoples. Please. No. Here I go again. Just when I thought I had myself together. You walk right in the door, just like you did before and wrap my heart around your little finger. Just like Dolly Parton says. I guess I don’t mind you. Not really. We have a way after all. But those others? My god. They always want and like to give me a shot in the arm. Just because they know I am not capable of anything else. How do they know? That’s really a police or a magistrate issue. I digress. I do. Because I’m thinking ahead to Wednesday. Sorry. We’ve done it so many times before. We’ll just proceed and do it again, right? Yes, I know. But when the wind starts walking and the trees blossom fully and the birds and the vultures are constantly signaling and the houses are constantly changing of those so close beside me which am I? Which am I? I am this one? This one tells the stories, this one sings the song, this one knows the place where we belong. That’s a song I wrote myself. This One. Does this one always live in the world of mental illness and SSDI or does she actually heal? They absolutely know for a fact that I will never, never, not in a million years, not for the rest of my life, which is probably twenty to twenty five years shorter than average because I have a mental disability, heal. They don’t know if I’ll remain compliant on my medication, but they know, if I don’t they’ll see me for sure. Right back where I was. Right? Twenty years ago, four years ago, two years ago. Just me, the mental patient. The chronic, eternal mental patient. Wow. That’s my absolute prognosis. And I am well aware of this fact. Take it, Beth. Just succumb. You have no responsibilities. You are paid by the government. You have no future. Like Samantha says, “How is your mental illness? What other people would say is your mental illness? Is your mind functioning the way you want it to?” Yes, actually, my mind functions fine. It always has, Samantha. I wonder if I have a point with this post or if I’m just complaining bitterly about my shot. I think it is both. My complaining and my point. My point is it is hard to throw a human life away but nevertheless it has happened to me. And my other point is that I am protesting that fact. That’s about it, so close to the anniversary of another month of not being successful in healing anything of my story or my life. My body, my mind, my heart, my soul, my roots, my essence, still theirs. Still out with my children and the rest of my family, my life out of the sight still so small and limited and disabled. And yes, the wind walked right up to me. And yes, the trees are flowering red. And yes, the hawks are my constant companions. So, whatever, I guess. Whatever, whatever, whatever. I will do as I am bidden to do by the trees, as always. Do flowers make nuts or fruit? Who can say, really, I’ve never seen such a spring. I guess I’ll just keep on watching and listening. What will you do? Let the hawk tell you I guess. Dancing with the moon in her fullness. Flying with the hawk that comes to pray. Ask the mountain who loves her children. This is what the mountain would say. This one, this one. And who is this one? Well ask, Samantha Lucas or Dr. Bashir. No one? Beth Green? Well. Not really, no. I haven’t claimed to be Beth Green in a long, long time. Does it matter? Well, I guess not. I am who they say I am. Until something mysterious decides something different. Will that ever happen? I can’t say for sure. Can you? What about you? Who are you and who is saying so? Oh. Well. Yes, lovey. I guess we’ll wait and see, won’t we?

I watch the mountains

I watch the mountains everyday now several times a day. Fascinating, really, the things I see. The architecture is always changing. So are the trees. The trees are enormous. White birches, silver birches, cedars, all kinds of oaks and walnuts. It was so balmy and warm yesterday. I went for two walks. I got two new pairs of shoes. One pair, my boots fit wonderfully but the others are cut wrong. So they kill my feet and it was a waste. I have no car so I can’t really send them back. Plus, I have no money to go anywhere. My bank account was hacked again. I straightened it out after like two hours of being on the phone with a woman who constantly apologized but the shoes really wiped me out. Waiting two weeks to get paid again. I also got like $500 of groceries from Whole Foods. So, I’m pretty broke right now. It is okay. The walks are really helping me. And I sit outside a lot and study the skyline. I’m having a little issue with faith again today after doing fine because my ex-husband contacted me about the house and I have to deal with that. I never have any warning with anyone. I’m always just going along in the sight with people and boom, they just show up with the opposite or something unexpected in my physical life. Like getting taken away in handcuffs which is pretty hard to forget. It makes me feel terribly unsafe when it happens. I think I might be the least informed person on the planet as the one that has to hold the reiki. I have learned a lot of things lately about the truth of when people say I have gone psychotic and when I have felt out of myself in some way. And it is all totally believable. And I can watch things change around me in nature and in the skyline instantaneously. I am still trapped in some isolated world somehow. But everyone that has ever truly loved me and supported me is with me now. And it is so lovely, the time we spend together and the things we discover every day. The only ones that are lost are the ones that want to be. The others are right beside me. We can’t really start studying until I am free to function in the real world. But we do learn constantly anyway. I have no complaints, really. I just got shocked again by the other world reality and I am waiting for a response and I don’t know how negative it will be. I just feel vulnerable is all. Have you been observing the spring? Have you noticed the trees changing? Have you been surrounded by birds as I have? I am constantly in the midst of the bird nation. They sing, they fly, they flock. I think I am going outside now because I hear them calling. Namaste, friends. I am expecting good things in the next four days. I just got a little discouraged by a text is all. I just don’t know if I am going to get harassed. I probably won’t though. I have to hold on and be brave once again. Wish me luck, peoples.