Happiness for No Reason

The Secret

IMG_4152When I drink a cup of broth, I breathe better. I take in longer, fuller breaths of air that fill my lungs and soothe my body.

My last flavor broth, the Immunity & Intuition broth, sold out so quickly at Eerwhon, and the shelf was empty.

I had taken a few trips out of town, so it had sold quicker than I could make the next batch. I really escaped out of here. Something I want more often. I went to the snow in Lake Arrowhead and then to the pouring rain in San Mateo.

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Yesterday, I arrived into Erewhon to see the Earth Angel sitting down, reading. I walked over, stood next to him, and told him a secret.

“My broth is sold out. I thought about doing the same one this week, but I’m doing the ‘Happiness’ broth tomorrow. Don’t tell anybody.” He promised he wouldn’t. I didn’t even know what I was in for when I decided to do it.

Why am I so secretive? So many things don’t need to be secret at all. It’s part unexplainable strategies I purposefully concoct with the best of intentions, and part having 5 planets in Scorpio in my astrology chart.

Intentions and Happy Stories

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My intention was to create a happiness broth for the sake of feeling happiness for no reason at all. No story, no reason, nothing huge happened. Happiness is a state of mind. I feel so good just looking at these intelligent ingredients.

 

When you’re feeling happy and you get to share happiness with another human, it can be addictively fun.

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Happy Day!

I had a best friend 17 years ago. When we were around each other, everything was so much fun. We were the most spontaneous duo, and felt totally comfortable with each other. I never found anyone like her again, that could be so spontaneous like me.

Sometimes, we are challenged with feeling happiness on our own. It’s just the truth of life.

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My Grandmother lost her Husband recently, (my Step Grandfather) he has passed. She told me a story about the day she got into the comfy king size bed in their vacation cabin, plopped the blankets on her, while her Husband was on a walk, and as the dog Charlie happily jumped on the bed, she said, “oh , Charlie, life doesn’t get better than this!” She had felt so safe on this Earth in that moment; she felt so happy. She is grieving her loss.

We all appreciate those moments when we get to feel so happy and exhilarated. Moments pass, and sometimes we have to remind ourselves extra, to be in a state of happiness, when some moments aren’t as exhilarating as others. Like the day I helped my Grandma remove some things from her cabin that was recently sold. She had been feeling so sad about losing the home, that she was happy I was there to make the day ok.

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It was so hot because I was running up and down the stairs, carrying heavy things, so I had to put on a halter top in the snow. I felt pretty happy about that. Feeling warm in the cold air.

When we left, I locked the door, knocked on the wood and said, “good luck every body!” Sending blessings to all who enter the home in the future.

My Grandma said, “honey, any Man that doesn’t appreciate you is crazy.”

Sometimes, we see someone, who has happiness for no reason, they are just being it, and we remember how blessed we are. Someone who is humble, and just kindly doing their thing throughout the day, is refreshing.

I messaged Pegasus (a symbiotically creative spirit), and he asked how I was doing. Without any thought, I said, “I’m a little off today, but I’m working on it.”

What that meant was, I was trying hard to find that happiness space for no reason at all, for the broth, and it was challenging me. I felt happiness while I was making the broth, especially while stirring. I would walk away, and feel challenged. So I thought, maybe I am dissolving this challenge right here, right now, because I decided to create the happiness broth. (May all beings dissolve discomforts and feel happiness for no reason.)

R1-08281-032APegasus responded with a photo he took of a Man that inspires him. “It really captures him doing what he loves. Something so simple, yet so rewarding to an older Man, still full of so much life and happiness.”

End quote on “happiness”. I didn’t tell Pegasus my secret broth flavor yet; this just happened.

 

I took a walk. The sun was just going down. A Man wanted my attention, you know, energetically, so I decided to give him a happy hello as I walked past him carrying his trash cans in. “I would’ve given you a ride, as I passed by you,” he said kindly.

Although he was nice and not threatening, I thought, “maybe a hello wasn’t a good idea.”

“That’s ok, I’m just taking a walk on purpose.” I happily said as I walked a little more quickly and remembered to bring my pepper spray next time.

I kept walking. There were two Men passing by. They seemed a little low energy. It was starting to get dark. There were people far in the distance; shadows. One of the Men, had two dogs. A few feet after I passed him, there was an unforgettable dog smell. I clenched up and kept walking. There were sirens in the background. The flashing lights of the UPS truck parked next to me, reflected on and off the stop sign in the distance. I walked around a few rain puddles. This was no hike in Topanga. It was a city walk. It’s funny how for some of us, we feel safer around coyotes and owls. Though, I carried happiness with me.

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I created this broth, so that we can all get drunk on happiness for no reason at all. And there’s nothing that brings me more life energy then to focus on my breath, which is how my body responds to drinking vegetable broth.

 

Ingredients

The star ingredients in this are shiitake mushroom, lions mane, gotu, kola, roses, and basil. So if you’re looking out the window on one of these gloomy winter days, come get yourself some happiness broth. Your breath, your body, your mind, will thank you.

If you want to make this on your own, simmer some veggies and add some of the ingredients I mentioned. You can also use chamomile, turmeric, ashwagandha, or lemon balm. Those are some feel good, happy herbs too.

Some Simple Things I Feel Happy About

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New honey now available at Erewhon. It’s incredible!

Tonight as I simmer down from a busy day of a big simmering pot, I’m simply happy to feel and watch my delicious honey as it pours like thick liquid gold.

I’m happy Pegasus tuned in at the right timing, while he was in the middle of multi tasking business things. I just love that.

If you’re reading this, know that, I’m happy for you, for whatever little thing or nothing you can think of to feel happy about right now. I’m holding that space with all of my heart. If you feel sad, or you’re crying, I’m holding the feeling of happiness for you.

Lastly, something I’m really happy about. One of my closest and most trusted friends/psychic on the Earth Planet, held this wild bird in his hand for 15 minutes. How many people are so connected to nature that wild birds are comfortable to land on their hand, whilst petting it? The peace I feel knowing that he exists makes me happy. This picture feels too sacred to share.

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May all beings be blessed. May all beings smile every day. May all beings feel happy for no reason at all. And happy for lots of reasons too. 😉

Love, Kali Star

P.S. This link, is a recorded transmission for anyone that wants to amplify their happiness right now. Music is by the talented, Juju Namjai. I’m a Certified Master Hypnotist and Certified Master NLP Practitioner, Guided Imagery Facilitator, and studied and utilize EFT on occasion. This is best listened to in the morning, but you can listen to it at night too. I listened to it at night and had a solid venting dream, then woke up feeling really good. Venting dreams are another topic, I will post about, or you can contact me for a session. Although, it’s not a hypnosis track, don’t listen to this while driving or using heavy machinery. If this helps you at all, please do give it a like and a share, and follow me here.

Enjoy~

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Soup Sorceress at the Avalon, Hollywood

The day I had been preparing for was finally here. Here’s the story of a cauliflower and pear soup (recipe below), and the journey of preparing for an event supporting The House of Ruth, featuring the trailer for the pilot, Badland Wives.

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Pidge, the genius Writer and Producer of Badland Wives.

My New Organic Cotton, Clothing Line

It wasn’t just soup I was preparing for the event. I had planned for several months to get my line of clothing ready in time for this day, so that some of my magical Sisters serving soup, could model my clothes.

Long story short, I wanted the fabric I had printed to be ready in time for this event, with 2 weeks for sewing, but it didn’t happen. I gave up hope that it would be ready for the event, until I got an email the night before.

“It’s ready!”

I had a moment of upset and quarrel inside of me, wondering how I would get the fabric in Carson when I had to be at the Avalon in the morning. My mind was in a spin, just like it was when I was dealing with the details of ordering the fabric.

Finally, I called one of my Fairies and desperately asked her to pick up the fabric.         And she did! I couldn’t believe the miracle!

All I needed to do was load my car with a bunch of heavy equipment, while my wrist was sore and in pain from the surgery, and bring my sewing machine, so I could make the clothes on the spot! I had to do it! I was determined to have the clothes ready on this day.

I arrived to happily find out that the Sorceress team had the balcony all to ourselves!

 

There I was at the Avalon, a big Hollywood event space, and I was experiencing the balcony the way I am at home. Sewing and cooking at the same time. It was like a funny dream.

I made Lana Fairy a skirt. Then, I accidentally had a thought that I should make her a shirt as well.

I let go of that thought. Soon after, I let her carry a bucket of blue butterfly pea pod tea and it spilled on her white tank top.

“My shirt has blue on it now.” She said.

“Oh, no I’m so sorry, this is my fault, because I wanted to make you a shirt.” As I grabbed my scissors to whip up a tank top.

My New Sorceress Crown

I have a collection of Sorceress hats. A couple weeks before the event, a Man (a fan) sent me 6 new hats! I had plenty for the girls to choose from, to wear that night.

Myself and a few girls got to wear a hat from Busto & Sun.

Part of my Sorceress story began a few years ago with one black hat, then came the famous red hat. The red hat was cut up in front of my face into little pieces. It just so happened that I wore the red hat in my video to be premiered at the Avalon, so Pidge (the event Producer), wanted me to wear it that night. Naturally, we wanted a really amazing, upgraded red hat, so I got in touch with my favorite hat maker, Enrico of  Busto and Sun.

Enrico specially made a red hat for me in Topanga. It was a truly uplifting moment after all I had been through, and my story about the red hat. It was a moment where if I had seen the future, when my red hat was being cut up in front of me, I would have felt as satisfied as I did when I put this hat on my head for the first time. It has an amethyst hanging from it. My favorite stone.

 

Sorceress Team

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Cutest Sorceress team ever. Lana Fairy is in the blue skirt and shirt I made.

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The Earth Angel meticulously set up the table like a Capricorn. And the beautiful glowing group of Women in hats were out and about the room serving magic tea.

It was butterfly pea pod tea, an organic tea that changes color when you add lemon juice to it.

When it came time to serve the soup, we all gathered to send the soup blessings and all who slurped it. The girls made good jokes during the blessing ceremony.

 

 

 

The Video

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Dandelion Greens Video with the Old Red Hat.

My video was a joke about dandelion greens. I always felt they were too bitter, but give me any vegetable and I’ll figure out a way to love it. Which is why dandelion greens were an integral component to the soup for this event.

The Adventurous Story of the Soup, and a Recipe

I let things happen the way they do and I take the inspiration from synchronicity. Even if the circumstance seems to be in cosmic madness, I still find messages from the Universe and let myself enjoy the ride of watching how the story unfolds, and what ingredients are symbolic to the journey of the next soup. That’s the fun of soup sorcery.

One day I looked at a pear in the kitchen while I was experimenting with flavors for cauliflower soup, and decided to give it a try. Usually I would do cauliflower and apple with turmeric or curry powder. A voice said to me, “try the pear instead, this time”, so I did. It was in season.

It wasn’t a mistake because this is how I started

calling myself by a different last name. I had been

looking for one for over a year.

IMG_3618The next thing I knew, I met a Woman at Erewhon, who wore a heart on her shirt. I was having so much fun with her, I told her I didn’t want to her leave, and she said, “yes you do.” And scurried off. As soon as she left, a Pegasus took her place holding the famous, crispy buffalo Cauliflower.

Soon after, I ended up with pears and more pears, a gift from him. I had pears after my surgery, pears with a few meals, pear tastings, pears everywhere! He told me a pear story that made me cry. Out of nowhere my Grandmother told me a story of how pears helped my Step Grandfathers asthma.

Pegasus and I flew into Erewhon one night, and saw some red pears. There was a name of the pear on the sticker, star krimsky. “How do people come up with these names for produce?”, we asked each other. He looked at the sticker and lit up with big bright eyes!

“Star krimsky, this should be your new name!!!” Pegasus said as he lit up with glee. 

I thought he was being silly and childish, until I realized he was channeling something and he was right. “Star could be my last name, it’s exactly what I wanted it to be.” I designed star fabric, stars on my logo, and I have a car with stars on it.  We agreed that adding the word krimsky would be too long. Thank Goddess for that.

Somewhere around this time I realized that I wanted to add truffle oil on top of the soup, and kuzu limes. The next thing I knew, we were eating some pears in Topanga, and the Pegasus saw some truffle salt! We gave it a try.

A few days later we had a caviar lime and truffle oil pear tasting with 3 types of pears. Guess what the winner was!?

The red pear!

I went to the office of the Papa of Erewhon and asked him if I could buy lots of red pears.

“Which one? The barlett red pear or the star krimsky red pear?” He said.

“Which one do you think tastes better?” I said.

“The star krimsky, is the best tasting pear of all!” He said.

Of course it was! It turns out it’s rare to get it too, and I love rare finds. There aren’t even any on the shelf right now. I had it just in time.

I walked out of the office, and there was the Pegasus right in front of me.

“I knew I would see you when I walked out of the office.” I said. I thought he would be several steps closer, but regardless he was just about in the spot I had thought he would be.

It’s true, I felt it as I walked towards the office, wondering if I would be right.

This was a nice transition because after I was divorced, I felt so uncomfortable saying an old last name. Some people thought I should call my self Kali Flower, but it sounded too hippie to me. I love to follow the stars towards the direction of my dreams.

So you see? Life happens. Even when there are moments of disappointments, down time, maybe even some boring moments, imperfect moments, or times of waiting, times of intense worry that I wouldn’t get the fabric in time, tears, pain in my wrist, people being deceitful, dark and light moments, moments I didn’t know what to say, moments I had been misunderstood, too silent, times I had to work harder at calming my nervous system, and so on. I’m compacting the story into the way it is intended to be, honored in its highest light. In the end, some of the fairies had skirts to wear, the soup was a bright and flavorful sip of flavors, the tea was magical, I found my name (at least for now), I have the greatest red hat ever made with a little gold star on the center of my crown, and the Sorceress team was as beautiful as can be. Everyone was in the right place at the right time. After all that, I achieved the soup I wanted.

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Sorceress girls with my long time friend DJ Fahmina.

May all being be blessed. May all beings feel happy. May all beings be safe and cared for.

Kaliflower & Pear Soup

Ingredients:

1 Cauliflower, chopped

1 Pear (preferably star krimsky), sliced up

Half a small Onion, sliced

Broth or Water (I used dandelion in the broth)

Turmeric

Lemongrass powder

Salt and Pepper to taste

Truffle Oil

Kuzu Lime

Calendula Flowers

Shaved Fennel

Dried Fig

Sumac Powder

And of course chopped dandelion greens! Chop them little, like you’re chopping parsley.

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Baking Soup at the Commercial Kitchen

Details: Pour a thin layer of water on a baking sheet. Bake the Cauliflower, Pear, and onion in the oven at 350 degrees until it’s cooked through. Safely add more water if needed, throughout the cooking. Let it cool down and then blend the ingredients with some broth or water. Use as much as you want to your desired consistency, and add as much turmeric, lemongrass powder, salt, and pepper, to taste. Don’t use too much turmeric, it’ll be bitter.

You can warm the soup up or have it chilled. I just like to blend the ingredients while they’re cooled down so that I don’t pour hot soup into a plastic vitamix, essentially poisoning it a little. If you have a stainless steel or glass blender you don’t have to worry about that.

Drizzle truffle oil on top of the soup.

Squeeze some kuzu lime on top. (if there aren’t any available, use a lime)

Sprinkle edible flowers.

Top with thinly shaved fennel and a piece of dried fig.

Sprinkle with those healthy nutritious, incredible dandelion greens.

Sprinkle with sumac powder.

There are Angels Everywhere

The pink flowers wilted on my altar. I left them dried in their vase for over a week. It wasn’t like me. I can happily replace them on my own. The air felt that morning. I tried to catch the exact words for the feelings I was intuitively picking up on. I didn’t know how to respond, and to make things stranger, I couldn’t figure out why I didn’t crave my favorite pickles anymore. It was so disappointing, I really love those pickles.

The Universe has a plan. I knew there would be no fresh flowers coming to replace them. It was time to pluck them off their protective sepals and lay them on top of all the other wilted and dry petals. I placed a Jasper wand on top of them. I brought out the ocarina “lady muse”. I tried to meditate as usual but I couldn’t. I knew what was going to happen so I grabbed at my paper and pen to write. 

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“A dried flower is as beautiful as when it’s fresh. Letting go feels as good as the embrace.” And that leads me to begin this story with….

 

 

 

 

INTRODUCING THE VIKING ANGEL

As much as I resisted, in the midst of doing big important things, with an event coming up, I escaped from my focus on my work for a moment. I spent time with a Viking Angel by an oak tree under the Aries Full Moon. He’s an Angel that reminds me of a Viking in an Angelic way. He stands up for people any chance he gets, and once saved a Woman’s life, who was being stabbed by her boyfriend. As it happens, the event I’m preparing for is a fundraiser for victims of domestic violence.

 

He told me I wouldn’t have to worry about abuse again. Kind words, and I felt so good tears rolled down my face, though that was a decision I already made when my red hat was cut up. With him, I could feel the air around me as crisp, clear and safe. He gave me flowers, and more flowers.

20 years ago I injured my wrist, and after all those years of looking for natural solutions, and doing crazy things I wouldn’t recommend, it was time to go for surgery.

“I’m going to get wrist surgery this Friday”, I told him. He wanted to help.

THE HOSPITAL ANGELS

The Viking Angel picked me up to go to the hospital. Once I was settled, and in the room with the nurse, he left to go do more angelic earth work.

The nurse was an angel of comfort. I complimented her about it.

“My son has anxiety, so I really know how to make people feel comfortable in a room,” she said as she moved one thing here and there. Her quality of movements were energetic, and had less to do with what needed to be moved around. It just felt right.

After I answered all her questions, and it was almost time to be rolled out on the Hospital bed, I told her I was scared and nervous about the anesthesia. I began to curl up in fear. She stopped me.

In Hawaii

 

“Don’t go in there like that, or you’ll wake up not feeling good. Here look at this wallpaper, it’s Hawaii.”

Although, Hawaii sounded nice and maybe the kid like wallpaper could be helpful, I knew just what to do. So I texted the Earth Angel.

 

“Could you send me a picture of nature? I’m scared.”

 

 

Just in time, he got my message, and sent me a picture he took. I felt immediate peace.

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“Time to put your phone in the bag. You’re going to talk to the Anesthesiologist and then we’re going to roll you into another room.”

On the way, there were other people rolling around in Hospital beds. “Good Driving!” The nurses would say to each other. I felt safe hearing positive words.

The Anesthesia room was cold, with big machines, and huge circle lights over my head.  The Doctor was in the corner with a blanket covering herself. They gave me extra blankets which were fresh out of the dryer. Scary cold room, in other words.

A mask went over my face, as I awaited the “talk” with the anesthesiologist.

“It’s oxygen, you like oxygen right? breathe in and out.”

I questioned in my mind if this was really oxygen, then someone on my other side, began to stick a needle in me and told me to count to 10. At 7, they told me to count slower. My body was tingling, and all went black.

Waking Up in Unity Consciousness

The next thing I knew I was having a vivid dream with the Viking Angel. The dream was unusual, not very good, but somehow comforting at the same time. The dream faded into silence and I began to open my eyes and feel consciousness. My senses were unaware, yet very awakened to positive forces.

From across the room a Man said, “How are you feeling?” His back was turned from me.

“Good”, I said. I was being honest. I was happy to be waking up.

He asked a couple more questions, and I answered them so he could hear me. The sound of his voice had the reminiscence of what it would be like if he was right above me. I  began to be aware of the possibility that maybe he wasn’t talking to me. The Woman next to me was sort of muted, and in her own world. I began to sense in the ethers that from a higher consciousness level, she wasn’t responding to me yet, because there was a part of everyone in the room for a few moments that was aware of unity consciousness, just because I was aware of it.

The way I answered the questions was so positive, I wondered if it was happening because it would help the other patient in some way.

Finally, I answered one more question and felt some energy hit me a little. The questions weren’t for me.

“He’s talking to his patient.” The nurse next to me said, as I started to gain consciousness to realize I was in a room with other patients.

The Empathic Nurse

The next thing I knew I was in another room with a magical nurse at a computer, who had long wavy hair. Immediately, I felt a connection with her. She was empathic, kind, positive, and well functional. She said some things that blew my mind and warmed my heart. I realized, I was in the right place at the right time. With all my fears about what I just put myself through, she was a pleasant reminder that I was where I was supposed to be.

The Viking Angel came in with a warm, bright, compassionate look on his face. Our interaction was so kind and sweet, that the Empathic Nurse, had to share with us how much she liked us. We all shared stories.

The Viking Angel walked out while the Empathic Nurse and I exchanged some girly comments. For a moment, as I was still figuring out what was going on, I said, “where did he go?”

“He just went to get the car.” Suddenly, I felt so incredibly safe and cared for. She then wheeled me out in a chair, to his car. “Stay positive”, she assured me.

The Viking Angel and I spent the next few hours together, with some piano playing, a wild and hilarious moment at the store, sharing pears, and some tears telling stories in the backyard. Then it was time for me to be on my own. I felt like, if that was the last time I saw him, it was fine, I was sent an Angel to help me through the scary hospital day.

The Flowers were still living. 

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THE WHOLE FOODS ANGEL

“Could you get Grandma some orchids today?” My Aunt texted.

“Yes!”

We face-timed next to the orchids at Whole Foods, trying to decide which one to get. I didn’t realize I would end up with a large one and I didn’t have a cart. I wasn’t supposed to carry anything with my left hand. So I was holding an orchid, a spinach box, and a pear without causing too much a nuisance on my right hand. It was a little crazy.

I walked down the aisle wishing I had gotten a cart, “if only someone could give me a cart right now.” I felt like since I didn’t have someone with me, it would be so nice to feel that I’m being looked out for. My wrist was in no position to be doing what I was doing. Moments later, and I’m crying as I write this, you can guess what happened.

A humble man, came up behind me and rolled a cart over. “Here you go.”

I wasn’t aware yet of what was happening, so my timing of response was delayed.

“This is for you.” he said.

“Oh my God, thank you! I’m not supposed to carry anything with my right hand.”

“You’re welcome! I’m just buying soup!” He held up his big cup of soup in his hand. He didn’t need the cart. Soup was all he came there for. Or was he a spirit in human form who knew I was the Soup Sorceress?

“I needed that thank, thank you, I was just hoping.”

“There are Angels everywhere,” he said. Then he was off and I never saw him again. The way he walked away, felt like magic.

He was just buying soup with a big empty cart.

It was a moment I didn’t want to forget, as I got teary eyed that Angels were looking out for me.

MY LITTLE ANGEL MOMENT

Later that week, hand in pain; I walked outside the gate at a friends house, knowing I was walking out at just the right time for whatever reason. Across the street was an elderly Man carrying an insulated Trader Joes bag.

“Joe?!” I said.

“Yes, that’s me.”

“I used to Art Model for you a decade ago.”

“Oh you look familiar. I’m much older now.”

I looked at his bag.

“Can I carry that for you?”

I knew Joes house, you have to walk a long way down steps and ramps to get to his little cabin by the creek. He almost didn’t let me help him.

“Are you sure? I’m happy to help.”

“I’m 96 years old”, he said. Then he let me help him.

“Are you sure? It’s really heavy.” he said.

With my right hand in a cast, “I still have one hand I can use right now, I can do it.” And we took a nice walk to his cabin to drop off his bag.

The Last Tea with the Viking Angel

I finally plucked the dried flowers that morning. 

We wanted to go to the annual Chili Cook Off, but when we arrived there was a sign showing it was postponed. We went to the Theatricum across the street, but they were busy and I couldn’t show him the big stage. We went to Mimosa Cafe and I pointed out the koi fish pond, but an animal had eaten all the the koi fish. It wasn’t the best time to have tea at Mimosa, it’s more fun in the morning. Amidst an important conversation, someone I knew walked towards us. I politely said hello. Not the best idea. He came back to ask us if we wanted to buy acid. I rolled my eyes inside, thinking, ” today just isn’t the best reflection of Topanga for the Viking Angel to see.” We politely declined his offer.

“Can I ask you guys a question?” He asked us, as he pulled up a chair.

“How long is this story? We’re right in the middle of a big conversation.” I said.

“It’s really quick. It’s really important. Why do girls like fat guys?” As he curled up his lips in anger. My body went tense. It was a terrible feeling, I didn’t like his language towards people one bit and the deep emotions running through him felt uncomfortable. I wanted to say, “because he treats her better than you do,” but I saved myself for better words and let the Viking Angel kindly send him away.

Release & Transform

I didn’t want to pick up a little card in the bowl on the counter at Mimosa, full of different words for you to look away and choose one to gain insight for the day. I stirred the cards and chose transformation. I was thinking, “oh god, really, again?” As a Scorpio, you get used to it over and over and over again. It’s a truly fantastic journey, but it’s frustrating too. I knew it was coming when I broke a rose quartz wand, and accidentally poked an eyeball with my hat.

After many words and long moments of silence, that was the day to let go of the Viking Angel and jump into my next portal of transformation the way a pheonixing Scorpio does. I am evolving my divine feminine more every day, and I love that.

 His soul is transforming to be the Man he’s meant to be. That’s why I had released his flower petals that morning. It’s time for him to travel to his next adventure of manly Angel Viking missions, so many miles away from here.

I’ll be there in spirit, sending the scary spiders outside and clearing away cobwebs for you.

He often said, “I’ll always protect you.” And this song was playing, here with me, that night, when he last messaged me. “goodnight, young beautiful sorceress.” There are many spirits protecting us, and those words he spoke, are a reflection of all those spirits, spoken by a human smiley face.

Goodbye young Viking Angel.

I’ll always remember that stool we both felt compelled to move at Erewhon, so it wouldn’t bother anyone else.

May all beings feel the magic in the air. May all beings be loved. My all beings feel safe to be themselves. May all beings transform. May all beings live in their truth and soul purpose. May all beings find magic in every day. May all beings have peace. May all beings be free. 

No soup recipe this time, it’s coming. I have a new broth batch at Erewhon in Calabasas, good for our immune system and intuition, something I was challenged with this last month.

 

In my silent quest to find better words in all situations, I dissolved this.

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The Cast and Halloween
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Cast was off right in time for Birthday dinner.

 

How to Harvest Roses and Make Rose Soup

In this post you’ll learn the benefit of the herbs I was guided to put together for my rose soup, and a story about the sacred journey of how this healing soup emerged. I hope it will inspire your own journey of gathering ingredients for a rose soup this Spring. It was a powerful experience. Below I share a link to a video where I explain a little more about that. As someone who is energetically sensitive and has struggled with how to manage it, this rose soup journey has been one of many steps forward. 

Rose and Nettles soup for Mothers Day. Grounding and revitalizing feminine strength. 

“Do you want to harvest roses with us?” Marysia our green witch guide said, as I was on my way out . Little did I know that when I innocently agreed, I was about to enter my next cosmic journey. I’m still writing about my last “midnight awakening journey.” I’ll share about it soon.

I was almost ready to leave the farm for the day, but I loved the idea of gathering a few roses. I didn’t even realize I was coming to the farm until the night before, when I was perplexed with a decision. I’ll backtrack into that a moment, it’s a good little part of the story and saved my life.

The Decision

The decision I made was about my wheel on my Subaru. It was cracked, and I didn’t know. Multiple little events in divine timing led me to my mechanic for an oil change, who noticed it and told me. “If you’re not gonna get the wheel today you need to at least rotate the wheels so that that wheel is in the back of the car. In case it breaks, it’ll be safer in the back than in the front.” That led me to Hanks Tires to rotate them.

At Hanks, a man named Sean said, “I’m not letting you leave here with that tire on. We’re not rotating them. We’re putting the spare on. You have to get a new wheel.”

They gave me no choice.

“If I rotate those tires and then let you go, I’ll go home feeling horrible thinking, I let that girl leave like that.” He went on to express just how dangerous a cracked tire is.

“You must’ve hit a pothole.”

“Ya I must’ve”, as I stood there silently, picturing the memory in my head of bumping up the side of the curve at Erewhon Market a couple months ago, thinking,“oh I must’ve did some damage” and then I moved on. These guys saved my life.

He sent me to get a wheel at the wheel store. It was 20 minutes before closing. I was faced with the decision to keep the spare on for the next 5 days and wait for a Subaru wheel to be shipped, or get the other brand that costs a little less, is the same size, and doesn’t match the rest of the  wheels on the car. While trying to make the decision, Alison from Plumcot farm called to invite me to the farm the next morning. My defining decision to drive around with a non matching wheel came down to that. I can’t drive to Malibu on a spare tire, and I don’t want to stop the flow of what’s happening here, so I got the non matching wheel. Feeling a little strange, I took off.

Had I not done that, I wouldn’t have ended up high on roses and making this magic healing soup, that’s in alignment with what I need right now. I remember around the time that I started to make decisions like that, and how that changed my life. If I had cared more about the social advantage of having matching wheels, I wouldn’t have ended up sniffing roses for an hour and healing a part of myself that has been asking to be healed. The cosmos came in at the right timing when Alison called, which helped me make my decision. 

Marysia connecting to roses.

Back to the rose story.

We walked to the roses, sat down, and Marysia began to explain that before we harvest, we would connect to the roses.       .

With her gentle guidance and our willingness to dive in, the roses pulled our faces into them, we were lost in the rose spirit for many minutes. The scent was so strong. Each of us connecting to a different bush, a different color. The scent pulled me in so deeply, my whole body fell into it’s vortex. I breathed deeply. I felt connected to it and I kept feeling. We all stopped at the same time and shared what was on our mind. 

She gave us some leaves of a plant, so that we could give back a gift to the roses after we harvested. We spent an hour, making love to roses, laughing, and harvesting them. To harvest them, we gently pulled the petals off. Then we snipped the stem off in a slant, close to a leaf stem. 

Each color bush had its own name which intensified the experience.

Examples:

Heart of Innocence

Heaven on Earth

Wise Woman

Wild Blue Yonder (this is what I used for soup)

 

 

 

Marysia Miernowska of “The Gaia School of Healing California”

At a certain point we realized we all felt like we were on a psychedelic, or more like we expressed why we didn’t need psychedelics because it’s so easy for us to access those states. We were in another dimension. It was a little like going to “Alice in Wonderland.” on Plumcot Farm.  

 

 

 

Imagine if every billboard that was promoting a cannabis company was actually promoting a new small, biodynamic farm, with beautiful pictures of colorful produce and flowers. If growing more small farms, was as popular, profitable,  and as well promoted as CBD, the world would totally change.  I’ll explain more about that in my next post. 🙂

I decided to make a rose and nettle soup. I asked Marysia her thoughts. She runs “The Gaia School of Healing California.” (I highly recommend her course.)

 

She also has a little shop in Topanga, called “Wild Love Apothecary”, where you can pick up dried herbs and talk to green witch specialists. 

 

 

I’m still a young Sorceress and I have much to learn about this adventure that I’ve been guided into over the years. Marysia taught me some things about the plants that I wanted to make a soup with, as I pondered which ingredients I wanted to put together.

The Benefits of Roses, Nettles, and Burdock

“What do you think about the healing combination of rose and nettles?”, I said.

“That’s great together, yes. Nettles helps us receive the deep nourishment and wild vitality of the earth mother. Roses opens are heart and unconditional and divine love.”

She also suggested I use burdock. I wasn’t surprised this came up. Burdock has a symbolic meaning for me in healing relationship with Men. When she said that, I knew it was time for me to invite burdock into the soup, especially with Mothers Day coming up, it was the right timing.

This is like the next chapter after I had done the liver cleanse, which I also called the lovers cleanse. I’ll get more into that when I bring up my soup journey event, “Soup Revitalize” as opposed to a “Soup Cleanse”.

Burdock is a nourishing root, high in minerals, enzymes, and vitamins. It cleanses the lymph, it’s grounding and nourishing.”

I’m in constant reflection with grounding and calming my nervous system. I’ve come a long way with it and I loved the idea of using burdock to help.

Wild Love Apothecary Shop

 

I asked the Earth Angel to pick up burdock for me in our little town magic shop.

When he was there a fellow Topangan asked him, “what are you getting?”

I’m getting some burdock for a friend.” said the Earth Angel

“Oh, sounds like a Kali order.”

That’s right. 🙂

I think you can agree from the photo, this rose soup really transformed into a real deal green witch soup. There’s so much I’m not in control of, I’m just watching it happen. 

Here’s the soup, if you would like to try something like it.

May all beings stop to smell the roses. May all beings experience realms of time and space that nourish, revitalize, and inspire us. May all beings have access to the world’s best plant medicines.

 

 

The Soup

You can also click here to see what I did in a short video, and I explain how these herbs helped me.

 

~First, I made an overnight infusion with mullen, geranium, sage, and burdock. To make an overnight infusion, I just poured hot water into the mason jar with the herbs in it and left it out all night. Not in the fridge. This would be the broth. 

 

~In the morning, I discarded the herbs and pureed the liquid and the burdock, with the fresh rose, nettle leaves, purple snap pea flowers, chocolate mint, and lemon balm.

 

~I simmered that with scallions, basil and zucchini, and then used a stainless steel hand mixer to blend the ingredients. Then I added seaweed, salt, and other spices.

 

~The salad you see on top of the soup is how I like to add toppings, raw kohlrabi and watermelon radish with olive oil. I also added spicy pickled snap peas. Give your soup a fresh crunch! If I had a soup shop I would have various ingredients you could put on top like you do for ice cream, accept you would be eating medicine instead of sugar and have fun with it. 🙂

 Happy Mothers Day

Lastly, I want to say Happy Mothers Day, and share how blessed I feel to have such an incredible, creative, polite, intelligent, teenage Son who continues to impress everyone around him.

 

Treating myself to a flower bath for Mothers Day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dissolving Disempowered Thoughts

How I survived the Wild Month of February

It’s been a traumatic month. It was the month of the Burn, the Rash, and the Theft. I got a second degree burn, a big poison oak rash, and someone stole from my business. It left me wounded, scarred, and broken, adding layers to my recent evolution.

One night I was woke up in a powerful trance state at 1:30am. I heard these words, and wrote them down exactly as they were dropped like a water leak into my mind:

“Notice the power of the illusion of acting on a disempowered thought, based in a reality of time and space that doesn’t feel worth it’s presence in your right mind. Believe in its presence, and hold space that there’s a new more empowering thought arising in the shadows and depths of your soul.”

Spirit Drunk

I thought things were on their way up in my life. I was feeling good. I had just recently revived my health after a period of thinking I was dying. I was getting energy to exercise again. All my time researching and working on my health and my intuition was working.

At the beginning of the month, I felt like I was drunk on spirit. It was both exhilarating and confusing. I don’t know how to explain that, except to say that my ring flew off my hand as I tripped over my own foot. Stuff like that kept happening.

You know those dreams when you’re falling down a hole, and your body actually feels like it’s falling, and your body shocks itself awake? I had that, but I was tying a shoe and tripping over it. It was extremely vivid. It felt kind of like a lucid dream state, but it was different.

I went back to improv class during this time. I’m in a place of such heightened sensitivity that when my improv teacher told us he was hung over, I felt drunk! The whole class I was giggling nonstop and even hiccuping. It was so bad that the woman doing a scene with me made use of it and directed the scene into me being drunk. Which worked out quite well since we were talking about what to do with a blender. “There’s a rehab next door, I think you should go in that direction.” Good line…

Broth Burn

The burn happened 4 days later. I’m convinced this was due to the presence of confused, disempowering thoughts going on.

I didn’t listen to an important voice.

Something told me not to wear those pants with holes on the legs, that morning. The voice said, “No, don’t do it!”

I didn’t need to know why I was supposed to listen to that voice, I just simply needed to listen; but, I was in a rush to get my son to school, so I just left. I could have still listened to my instinct and looked for different pants. I don’t even really like those pants!

So the broth splashed and of course it landed right on the exposed part of my leg. And it hurt. A lot. I screamed like crazy.

My son looked on Google and told me to run cold water in the bath for 20 minutes. I took this photo because there was a part of me that was elated, the pain a reminder of my alive-ness. I was in pain and at the same time feeling blessed it wasn’t worse.

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The Burn is Above my Right Knee. I tried to look like I was comfortable in the snow, I almost had it!

To be honest, when I burned myself, I was more concerned about the aesthetics than the pain. What about those cute shorts I wanted to buy? Or that mini skirt I made, looking forward to the summer. What if I could never art model again or take naked photos? So I took some naked photos* in the snow, and chilled out.

I realize now, some weeks later, that what the Burn gave me was not just a scar– it was a mark that reminds me that I’m a woman who will pick up the pieces, dust myself off, believe, and move forward in ways I never imagined. And for that I am incredibly grateful.

Acting Rashly

The same day I burned myself, I was attacked with poison oak all over my lower back, and a spot on my butt and arm! It’s a pain I would not wish on anyone! Both of these mistakes could’ve been avoided, but I’m a soul rebel, braving the wilderness, and I can get a little nonsensical at times.  

With a little help from my men…

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Print from my Uncle Judson Huss.

I have a deep appreciation for wonderful Men. Soup Sorcery has a lot to do with the inspiration of Men in my life, each one pivotal, life changing, and magic. In fact, what got me through were some spectacular Men: my Son, my Brother, the Earth Angel, and the Faun.

No one yelled at me, ignored me, or lectured me about how stupid I was for getting burned. No one hit me on the head. They helped me, and I didn’t do it all on my own. I felt safe.

The Earth Angel picked up aloe vera for me when Erewhon ran out, and I couldn’t bear to drive anymore. He skillfully and perfectly dripped aloe vera on my burn, then wrapped it gently.

Noticing my sadness while he wrapped my leg, he said, “It’s ok, just imagine all the good surprises in life that haven’t happened yet.” He gave me a shoulder to cry on.

“Do you want a tissue?” he asked.

I answered, “I already used your shirt. Sorry.” He just continued to hold loving space.

He brought me soup and an immune booster, and talked to me for half an hour while I had the flu. I sent the Earth Angel off with some wellness formula, hoping he wouldn’t catch my flu (He didn’t).

He brought me to dinner at his friends’ house, where they gave me some of their homemade colloidal silver. I honestly don’t know what good colloidal silver does, but the sensation of the gift felt powerful and amazing. 

The Vegetable Thief

Okay, so before I said I would wish poison oak pain on no one, but if I were inclined to do so, there’s someone who could probably roll in it covered in super glue, he made me so mad…

Though I was experiencing the pain of the burn and the poison oak, I continued to do business as I always do. One of the drivers that I hire weekly, had to cancel one week, and I was scrapped to find a driver on craigslist. He seemed like a nice person, so I didn’t read the red flags correctly. I was in pain and needed help! So I sent him off with $800 worth of produce boxes, and a check to deliver them. Then I didn’t hear from him all day, or that night. He blocked my number.

At first I didn’t know if he was in an accident or something else happened. My Psychic tuned in and said that the guy was someone who made erratic decisions. I thought, “either he made an erratic decision and crashed, or he made an erratic decision and stole vegetables.” The Earth Angel called him the next day, and the guy answered, then hung up when he told him he was calling on my behalf. So that ruled out the accident, plus he cashed the check before I canceled it. 

My friend the Faun called him several times and left messages, and found a picture of him for me so I could identify him to the authorities. My Brother, who had adamantly and skillfully fixed the security camera a week before the incident, sent me the pictures of the guy’s car and license plate. I have this image in my mind, watching my brother fix the wires, and telling me how important it was that he do this before he left town, and in my mind I was questioning why. Everything was ready for the police report, the camera shots were important. 

I had no choice but to email my customers and be honest. I wrote:

“I’ve never experienced this in my 8 years doing this little business. I’ve always followed through at every challenge. I count on being able to make the basic expenses of this business. In order for me to continue, I have to ask if any of you are willing to take soup credits instead of a refund. I would greatly appreciate it.”

Some people donated, some people needed a refund, and about half of the people took soup credits. A few people canceled. That’s business. I am incredibly grateful to my wonderful customers.

But I was so inspired by the kindness of my customers, and felt so protected by the my Angel men, it blasted me out of my pain. Not that I didn’t feel it. I was just so relieved to feel safe, after so many years in a fight or flight stance.

So, while I don’t wish poison oak pain (or any pain!) on anyone, I won’t be mad if the Vegetable Thief were to get a persistent itch that he can’t quite reach.

Honestly, it was thanks to the Men who stepped in that I was able to handle this situation with authenticity and elegance.

Note to the thief: My Son suffers from physical pain, in which he sees specialists for. I work with what I have to make that possible. It’s not easy. I worked crazy hours and put up with so many challenges to keep my businesses. I hold space for everyones growth and encourage you to reach out to the Detective, and work on paying back the funds.

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That night I decided it was time to go back to dance class for the first time in three months. I just knew it was time. They were surprised and happy to see me. I told them my story, and about how inspired I was by all the people that made me feel better.

The dance class was full of spirit that day. They danced so well and said things like, “Be like Kali, get back on that horse!”

I also went back to improv class. No more hiding, it’s time to get back out there! My friends there were really mad at the thief on my behalf. Like they were channeling all that anger I was too afraid to express. My dear friend Lana said, “Let’s call him and make him fall in love with us, and then crush his heart!” I felt like I had a team of improvising Topanga townspeople ready with pitchforks.

Erewhon In Retrograde

Each time I go to Erewhon now it gets bigger, brighter, and more interesting– and my broths were nowhere to be seen! They had moved things around. Another Angel, is my friend who’s the Vice President of Erewhon and runs the Calabasas store. We looked around for the broths. They have been selling out much quicker lately. People love the shitake and sage broth. “It would be great if you could put my broths in your fresh soup section.”

Victor rolled his eyes and tilted his head to the side. I said, “I know, I know I’m always pushing, but if I don’t say anything, who will?” He agreed about that. I told him, “Mercury goes retrograde in Pisces tomorrow.”

He got a look of concern. “I’m Pisces, is that bad?” “No it’s great, Pisces are the best. But I can’t find my broth on your shelves and my keys have gone missing.”

We’ll see where I end up in the store next…

For anyone who wants to learn more about the retrograde in Pisces, I recommend my astrologists video. Follow her channel!

Unity Consciousness

I found my keys. They were in my car like I had predicted, or more like it was common sense. I began to walk back in the store to talk to a Chef Friend who recently did a video for me at Erewhon, and her presence helped me to remind myself, “Ok now, get into unity consciousness.” I then heard whistling and my name being called out. I turned around, and there was the Man I needed to talk to today. We had scheduled a call for later in the day, without a specific time, about an event we’re doing together, but here we were now.

I showed him the burn on my leg. “You know that the burn makes you even better right? Sexier. You know you’re very sexy right?”

“Yes, I do.” I answered. “But I don’t like the burn. It doesn’t make me feel more sexy.” I just could not yet be ok with this new burn and poison oak scars.

On my way home, I wept in gratitude for all the unexpected kindness from the Angel Men, that came from all this stress and scary stuff. The tears were healing, dissolving disempowering thoughts and transforming them into empowered thoughts. Remembering the words I had woken up to (written in the beginning of this post), I feel a deeper and richer sense of empowerment.

I have many scars. I don’t have to like them. But they are there to remind me of what I survived and I love that.  It’s perfectly imperfect. Like me. Not that I like imperfections, but I can love them.

And Finally, Soup!

During all this insanity, I got the Earth Angel’s soup recipe. It will open your sinuses and blast open your heart like everyone did for me in the brutal month that was February 2019 in the life of the Soup Sorceress.

Incantation:

May all beings feel safe. May all beings attune to unity consciousness.  May all beings grow. May all beings be free. May all beings warm their heart and soul. May all beings see the choice to turn painful emotions into magic. Thank you Angel Men, I love you all. Happy International Women’s Day, thank you for helping me feel a little safer. 

Earth Angel Soup

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Ingredients:

Water

½ or ¾ lb Red Lentils

About the same amount of Brown Rice

Basket of Mushrooms

Broccoli

Kale

Bell Pepper

Jalapenos (chopped tiny)

Ginger (chopped tiny)

Turmeric Powder

Add more water as needed

Salt to taste (Hint: He adds too much.)

Raw, Thinly Sliced Onions on Top

Add avocado cubes at the end.
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In order to get the right amount of ginger and jalapeno to be the amount he uses, look at the picture. He uses one to two jalapenos that size. Just one ginger that size.

With soups like this, I let the rice, lentils, ginger, jalapeno, and turmeric cook for 20 or 30 minutes, then add mushrooms. You add the broccoli in the last 5 or 10 minutes of the total cooking time, and then add the kale once you turn off the heat. Bell Pepper can go in whenever you want, depending on how much crunch you want.

 

Alice in Topangaland

Recently I came to a realization: that I had chased a big white rabbit, fell into its hole for many years, and was pulled out by a caterpillar.

When I shared this with my astrologer friend Alex, she said, “I know, I watched it happen.” And my thought was, “I know, I watched you watch it happen and I had a real enjoyment knowing you could see!” She wasn’t there from the beginning, but she caught on when she did, and popped in and out in such delightful timing. One time, she popped in while I was hiking. “Kali!?” I was overjoyed! It’s easy to spot a red hat in the forest.

I showed her the direction where the secret spot for a lot of pearly everlasting exists. Turns out, it was both our favorite flower, and she’d been dying to know the name of it. I said, “it smells like heaven orange”, she said, “it’s definitely waffles and maple syrup”. We’re both right!

I have journeyed like a lost Alice, pain in my heart and soul, ready to heal. And yes, I was chased by cards with swords (It’s complicated to explain who had the cards and who had the swords- but they were there).

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Coincidentally (or not) I played Alice in a play when I was 9. It was a great role for me, but I so wanted to be one of the Orphans. The Orphans were a room full of my Acting class friends, and playing Alice felt pretty lonely.  I only got to dialogue with, grown up Actors, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum. Not getting to be one of the Orphans with all my friends, who intuitively shared dreams together in the night, felt a little like I do now; a lonely Alice. The play was called Orphan Dreams, Directed by Elisabeth Brooks, and I was Alice in Wonderland in one of the dreams.

When I was 20, I was in the movie The Helix, which was a spoof of The Matrix. You can see it on YouTube, starring Vanilla Ice. I played a prostitute, and my soon-to-be-first-husband played The Rabbit, in a rabbit suit, in one of the scenes. A lot happened behind the scenes of the film. It was pretty hilarious. I won’t get into the story about the Hulk, or what we did with the Rabbit head in Venice Beach. Just know that I followed that bouncy Rabbit down the rabbit hole.

My friend Corey and I ran into Laurence Fishburne in Venice during the making of the film, and told him about that Matrix spoof. He was very nice about it, and told us to be careful crossing the street. We were.

Then there was this music video I did when I was 19, which reminded me of a life experience years later. It was so strange to uncover this video, and realize how similar the video was to a future experience. As a method actress, I guess I was drawing on future experience rather than past experience, as one would expect. But time is relative anyway, so I guess that makes sense.

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Luckily for me, not all of the films or plays I did had immediate relevance to my life away from the stage or camera; otherwise I’d be dead at 15, survived tackling a vampire, I’d be Helen Keller, a prostitute in downtown, and a lesbian talking to an imaginary girlfriend in a pink and white striped sweater. And I’d have been caught sucking on a frozen popsicle on the Playboy channel (Oops! Actually, that was a reality show and that did happen).

Just a day after writing this, I was in the parking lot of Mimosa Cafe when I looked at the car parked next to me and saw a pink and white striped fabric. I thought, oh that kinda looks like that sweater I was talking about. Wait, that’s pretty much exactly like the fabric of the sweater I was talking about.

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What I want to know is what this random chicken egg was doing in the forest, why it was still there yesterday, and why I’m craving chicken when I stopped eating meat? I was told a story this morning about a girl named Love Chicken. And why last night I was intuitively guided to notice an egg in one of my Uncle’s paintings. And then, sadly, I saw a road kill chicken on the freeway today. It had quite beautiful feathers. This may be why people think I’m high all the time, but the reality is I don’t use weed, hallucinogens, alcohol, nothing. I can’t even eat chocolate without shaking!

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There was a time when I used to think shrooms should be micro-dosed daily. I didn’t do the experiment, I just thought people would like it better than coffee. That was before I was pregnant  with my Son, and began waking up in incredible trance states of awareness that were totally natural to me. I was young and enthused by the discovery of the magic mushrooms. The things I saw, the things I did… it was all pretty interesting.

Have you ever been sucked up a portal? There’s nothing like that sound and the way people look, when you’re watching them from above and inside a portal. It’s like a tube mirror (while feeling the sucking feeling of the tube) that distorts their face, a little like they’re the one in the portal getting their face sucked in the air. This is not an easy experience to explain; I’ve really tried.

Through my own experience, I believe that we can achieve great states of consciousness without the help of the more intense plant medicines. I especially felt that way when I was pregnant, waking up in wild, hyperactive states of consciousness.

Like that time I did a liver flush and I went from feeling low and not so good, pretty weak, and, as you can see in the middle of the video, I go into a trance where I talk about purple stars, and at the end of the video I look pretty lit up. This was over about a 2-week period of time. 8 days for the flush. My Brother said, “maybe you’re cleansing the ‘shrooms from your liver.” It definitely felt like it.

I’m already so sensitive to everything and everyone, that I can really feel it if they are taking anything. If people are drunk, I feel it,  and in some cases, even have fun without the painful effects on my body.

And all I can say now is, there was a time I left behind some shoes as a symbolic representation, actually two times now, once with the caterpillar, once with the Rabbit, and today I have new shoes. The best, most comfy ones so far. I think that about sums up years of pain, struggle, and heartbreak. More will be revealed.

May all beings be free of pain. May all beings be well fed. May all beings climb out of the pain of loneliness. May all beings find safety. May all beings be blessed, especially my son’s cat! That miracle cat might be the next story.

 

Stay tuned…

Love,

The Soup Sorceress

MOMENTS FROM THE EVOLUTION OF THE SOUP SORCERESS

 

The First Soup:

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I was 11 years old when I made my first soup.  

It was a simple recipe from the American Girls Molly’s Cookbook. I was so excited. I clearly remember the love I felt cutting each vegetable and putting it into the pot. I took each step seriously. Looking back now, after a lot more experience,  I’m happy to say I don’t think it wasn’t a good soup recipe.

These days the cutting of vegetables doesn’t give me the same pleasure, because I make soups on a slightly bigger scale. I also don’t really do recipes anymore, I create synchronistically, which is far more satisfying.

First Lesson From The Soup Man:

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I was 16 years old, visiting New York City for the first time on a school trip with my Counselor, Ms. D, who was also a psychic, and my friend Rosemary (what a great name). We went to the Soup Kitchen International soup shop on West 55th street made famous as Seinfeld’s “Soup Nazi”: “No soup for you!”

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Rosemary

I waited in that long New York City lunch-rush line, and for the life of me I couldn’t find the signs for the soup flavors. When it was my turn, I walked up to the counter and innocently asked the Soup Man what soups he had. He immediately yelled, “next!” It broke my heart a little, and I stepped aside. I finally found the signs describing the flavors, and I waited my turn again.                

Once that initial pain in my heart came up when he said “next”, like I was just a foolish teenager from the valley of LA on a School Thespians trip,  I immediately felt a real sense of appreciation for what he had done. I liked his boundary, it was an impactful moment of growth for me. Once I got serious about soup, 15 years later, I understood even better, why he reacted that way. It’s a work that’s easily taken for granted.

I speak positively of the Soup Man, in relation to a set of experiences that taught me about boundaries, and the positive effect it has on the integrity of soups and life. I feel like I know how he felt. He’s the OG Soup Man!

I’m one to be very serious about what goes in the pot, more than anything, in regards to where I’m sourcing my vegetables.

The First Sorceress Hats:

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Cafe Mimosa in Topanga,  is where I first started selling soups, thanks to the wonderful owner Claire who supports locals, and has a heart of gold. One of my intentions for doing it came from the desire to make more friends, and I did. A couple years ago, I was sitting at the Cafe, very stressed, because I needed help getting to the next level. I had many people telling me the soups were the best, and I was trying so hard to get across to everyone the difference between large farm organic and small farm organic, and why it mattered to me, without being boring, and somehow having the proper promotional material, on a no more budget left to do it scenario. All the money went into the pot. I needed help.  It was an interesting sort of stress, because, while I felt horrible, I was also aware that the discomfort had put me into a heightened state of awareness, like I was leaning over the edge of a cliff.

My friend Joseph the tarot reader entered and sat down next to me. It had been about 10 years since I let someone else read tarot for me. I trusted in the synchronicity. I was delighted by the things he picked up on. He mentioned my Uncle, my Grandfather (my “Papa”), and what to do next.

One of my regrets was that I didn’t go visit my Papa before he transitioned, even though he lived a mere 20 minutes away in the Pacific Palisades, because having a Son, I was concerned with spending the gas money. Joseph told me my Papa was with me. I told him, “I know”.  Joseph also said, “Deceased elders want to see their lineage connect”. So I set off on a drive by myself, in spite of the gas money and 6 hour drive, to visit my Aunt in San Mateo. I hadn’t done anything like that for myself in many years. Being a Mother and Wife, my main focus was them, and their needs, not what I wanted to do. I just wanted to take a little trip, feel a different environment, and see my Aunts.

There was a black hat laying perfectly flat on the dresser of the guest room. I looked at that hat a lot, throughout the short visit. I could tell it was my Grandmother’s hat, who lives in LA. I could feel it in me, that I was supposed to wear that hat, it was the right timing. I didn’t have any hats, I wanted a hat for a long time, and that one was like a Sorceress hat.

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I walked out of the house with it on my head, and kept wearing it almost every day. It was transforming. I just knew it was there to be the next phase in awakening this character. It was also the house where the Cambpells soup lithographs are.

A quick background on the pictures. My Papa had fine art on his walls, including my Uncle Judson Huss, and the Andy Warhol lithographs of Campbells Soup cans. We just never understood why anyone would put those cans on their walls. I did eat a lot of Campbells tomato soup when I was a kid. Then, later in life, I became absolutely, positively, without a doubt in my mind, very serious about creating the best, most healthful, organic soups imaginable. Those lithographs are at my Aunt’s house now. 

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It’s funny to think about these things, because that soup can was dialed into my subconscious since I was a wee one. So were my Uncles paintings, which had a huge impact on how I create in all areas of my life. The way he authentically and intuitively portrayed creatures in the world was very real for me. 

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The Red Hat: Last Christmas, I opened my Aunts gift. She sent me two hats made of wool! I was really impressed with how she found those hats in particular, and that she cared enough to understand how special that would be for me. I pulled out the red hat while we were on facetime. We were both uncertain. She made a strange look on her face, and my Mom tried to play it off like she thought it was pretty. It was a strange moment, because my Aunt didn’t realize it would be so red.

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By the next day, I embraced the red redness, ended up loving it, wore it almost every single day, and everywhere I go someone loves the hat. There was so much power in it, and radiance. It flew off my head a few times. I danced in the rain in the middle of a random summer storm with it on. I’ve been stopped over and over just to talk about the hat. The hat was cut into shreds in front of me, piece by piece by piece, like shards of glass, which shortly after, led to my separation. He said, “you’re secretive, you’re just hiding behind this hat”, and some other things most of which were too hurtful and ridiculous to share. I bought a new one after that, but it wasn’t the same, just close enough. It reminded me of my first little heartbreak as a teenager, when I bought myself a red suede long jacket to celebrate my next phase in life. It’s also a little like the moment The Soup Man hurt my feelings, and I was into the next phase. A separation is much more complicated, frightening, and impactful, but I see these moments as the pivotal ones. 

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(Topanga Sage in the Hat.)

To red hats, transformations, Campbells shitty red tomato soup, to my Uncles Incredible Art, my Papas awesome taste, my Grandmothers taste in hats, my Aunts hospitality, to Joseph who read my tarot and told me my soups were medicine, to Mimosa Cafe, to the end of a cycle when the hat was in pieces. And dancing with the new hat in the storm, thanks to Topanga Magic. And heart breaks that break the spells of the past and forward us into the next paradigm. May all beings be blessed, and free to express their heart and spirit in its whole, complete form.

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There are more scenes like this, there’s more to share, there’s more to create. I left behind a sinking pirate ship, and I’m still shaking outside of the cold water, with the courage to get through battles and healing, I never saw coming. And I’m good at seeing things coming, so long as it’s day by day.