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.