February 2020 – Soup Sorceress ®

This post is a story that’s a little about the “me too” movement, a devastating tower moment, and what inspired me to make this heart warming split pea soup. Recipe below.

The Angel Warrior

I was out to dinner with an Angel Warrior, but there was a problem. I ordered split pea soup and an artichoke. The split pea soup was a pile of mush of peas, with no seasoning. Literally, it was like a thick swamp that Shrek would swim in, and even he wouldn’t enjoy eating it. In front of me was a Man, feeding my Soul, so I was happy.

“We need a Soup Sorceress in every restaurant, like we have bakers,” I said.

It was a dark time. The Angel Warrior had a glaze over his eyes, mouth dropping, as he peered at his phone then back to me to try to hear me but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t at all. A girl was threatening to spread lies about him all over the internet. Maybe in her mind it wasn’t a lie. He was being “me too’d”. I only know him as the purest and kindest heart and soul, who is loving and respectful. I am someone who survived abuse in the past, so I take it all seriously. I’ve seen and experienced a lot, and he’s far from being a harmful human.

I watched him as he felt the wonderful things he created begin to crumble before him. As positive as he could turn the situation, this was challenging on another level.

I feel like it’s important to address that sometimes there are really good Men being accused of things that aren’t true, and people are afraid. I also know how challenging of a road it’s been for me in the past to express boundaries to Men, so that things are clear, and not just expect them to read my mind and lead the way. Which can cause little situations of discomfort that can ultimately be addressed between the two in a way that will help both people grow. I am fully in support of helping other Women understand their own boundaries and feelings. I’m refining mine all the time, and I’ve come a long way. When people claim to be abused in a situation, but really weren’t, it’s incredibly harmful to the other person.

Tis the season of Retrograde in Pisces, so our ability to transcend through challenges right now is what we can enjoy focusing on.

The Funny Soup

“You must love that soup,” someone said, as I plopped a spoon into the mush and put it in my mouth to make sure I didn’t go too hungry. I was just laughing inside, I was really happy with my artichoke.

“If restaurants paid as much attention to the beautiful art of soup like our wonderfully artistic bakers, the world would be better for it.”

The waitress came by with the check and said, “do you want to take your soup home?”

“No thank you.”

She seemed surprised.

We walked out the door. “How would you do a split pea soup?” The Angel Warrior said. I closed my mouth at any possible snotty comment that could’ve accidentally spit out of me about bad soups. Just kidding, I’m not criticizer, I’m a transformer. I was excited. I began envisioning. I went to Erewhon a couple of days later and picked up the peas.

The Internet Exploded and the Tower Crashed

Several days later the threat became real, and the internet was swarmed with rumors about him. I didn’t know what had happened yet, and I went to yoga feeling really sad and heavy. It was so challenging! I looked at the front desk and picked out two bracelets. It was time for me to get a new one after the last one fell off. It keeps me in a happier feminine vibe. I suppose if I wasn’t so sad, I wouldn’t have been compelled in that moment to pick up what I needed.

The purpose of the little bracelet was to set your intention. I chose to spread love and joy to all beings. The other bracelet was rose quartz.

Unable to stick around the house after a call with the Angel Warrior, finding out the tower was falling, I went to Erewhon for lunch.

When the tower falls something more beautiful arises. Though, when the tower is falling it can be tumultuous.

I sat alone with my soup. There’s no food that makes me feel better and so balanced. Never under estimate the power of a good, warm, healthy soup. Take it in slow. Set an intention and blessing for it to fill your body with heart and soul. Really feel that in each bite. You will feel so magical in your space. When I started making soups with the best ingredients, inspirations, and intentions, it changed my life. I’m pretty sure there’s nothing healthier.

I cried a few times that day. I just felt like there was such an injustice to him, and anyone who is being accused of something that isn’t true.

Stop to Smell the Roses

Even though I knew that everything would be ok at some point. I couldn’t look at the internet. Nothing inside my body and mind wanted to. I’ve been ignoring facebook for at least 3 years, so it was easy. I got home to tell my Psychic Wizard Angel about it, as he laid in his bed half asleep.

“Hello, little cute Elf!” I said cheerfully with the intention power of my bracelet!

“What’s going on?”

I told him what happened to the Angel Warrior.

“Don’t put any attention to them”, he said with his eyes closed and a sleepy voice. “Just rise above it. Don’t go into their pig trough on the internet.”

So I took a walk, and smelled the roses.

I thought about myself a year from now, looking back; that I will remember this as a time where the inevitable unfolding process of transcending consciousness took a step forward, which I know will happen soon, as the truth comes to light. In the best way for all beings.

Blessings For All

May the truth come to light in ways that will help more and more beings heal to higher levels then we ever realized. May all beings transcend. May all beings be honest. May all beings see truth. May all beings be in their fullest expression. May all beings feel the freedom of being who they really are.

Split Pea Soup

Here’s my version of split pea soup. I plan to work on this even more, but I promise you it’s a good one.

No need to put a lot of split peas. Just some is enough, but definitely put twice as much as I did, if you feel like it. Use any in season veggies you have available. This is what I used.

10 servings

22 cups of water

1 cauliflower

1 big parsnip

2 1/2 cups of split peas (one package)

Baby Tat Soi

Leeks

Rosemary

Calendula Flowers on top

Olive Oil

Lemon

salt and pepper

~Chop the leeks and boil the water with the leeks and rosemary in it.

~Add the split peas and simmer for 3o minutes.

~Add the chopped cauliflower and parsnips.

~Simmer for 10 more minutes.

~Turn of the heat and add tat soi, or any green you like.

~Top the soup with olive oil, lemon, and calendula flowers.

Wednesday night I asked my Sister if I could FaceTime my 2 year old Niece. When I got her on the phone she was watching, “Alice and Wonderland”.

I started The Psychic School 3 months ago. It took a lot of time and research to choose a School. I was partially reliant on a couple of friends to help with my decision, including my most trusted Wizard Elf Psychic, to look over the possibilities with me. Some of my friends said, “you don’t even need school.” I didn’t agree. The structure and community makes me happy, and I welcome more tools to guide me more deeply. We work a lot on getting grounded, and I can get pretty ungrounded.

Art by Humberto Braga, Instagram @humberto.braga.artwork

The Vision

I wake up in the middle of the night with downloads sometimes. Usually between around 3-5am, maybe midnight or sometimes close to 6am.

I’ve yet to be able to explain in detail what is happening to me and how I’m feeling energy, and healing, while getting information from source. It’s an experience beyond words, somewhat in the way a lucid dream is. I call these experiences a “midnight awakening journey”. My entire body and mind feels different; a powerful vibration. It started when I was pregnant 16 years ago. I became more hyper sensitive than ever. A pregnancy can connect us ladies even more deeply to source and make us more sensitive.

I woke up Tuesday night with a vision. I have much greater stories than this one, including the dream I had the night before I lost my ring, but I enjoyed this little vision. I vividly watched me and my Wizard (who’s a psychic and incredible palm reader amongst other specialties) talking to each other in the kitchen as we do now every day, since we’ve been living together for a couple weeks. The intensity of the energy was heightened in the vision and a very clear voice said, “this is happening because you’re in psychic boot camp.” I woke up. “Oh my God, that makes so much sense now”, I thought to myself. We really are here in this house for a reason. I started Psychic School a month before he moved in, and now I’m also in psychic boot camp.

Soon after this vision, he knocked on my door. “Could you make use of these Vince pants? I just bought them and they don’t fit me.”

“These look like Man pants.” I said. He insisted that I try them on. I closed the door, and reluctantly, yet happily, put them on. A perfect fit! I came out of my room and into the kitchen.

“I feel really masculine in these, like I’m in the army. Don’t you want to return these? I like feminine clothes.” He insisted they were good pants for me and fit perfectly. I didn’t want to wear them until later I realized, they are psychic boot camp pants! I was so happy. The Universe is as funny as it is mysterious. It wasn’t so much the material itself I was grateful for as it was the timing and message from the cosmos. I just won’t be wearing these outside the house.

Boot Camp Conversations:

“You refuse to be mindful. I need you to breathe. You’re not breathing, I get ungrounded when you don’t breathe. Look, I always pick up my salt shaker perfectly on the side of the shaker without even looking, and this time I didn’t. You see? I become ungrounded in your energy when you get like this.” He says, as I stumble through the kitchen, dripping something anytime my mind wanders off into the outer-space of mumbo jumbo thought-land.

That’s a small example of our typical, daily conversation in the kitchen. For someone like him, with 5 planets in Virgo, it doesn’t make sense how I can drift, and it’s equally obnoxious when one has to deal with my little slip ups. Like when I spilled taco juice on my boot camp pants. Stained forever. I do laugh about these things.

At the table he said. “I will not accept talking to anything except your 100% authentic self. Maybe other people are ok with seeing all of the minutia of different characters you portray but not me. Save that for when someones paying you to play a character.”

“Orphan Dreams” Me as Alice with some of the Orphans.

When he said that, I looked at him in the eyes warping my imagination in swirls and colors and fell into a space of absolute comfort where I felt myself fully. I enjoyed the assertive permission for me to feel myself authentically all the way. It brought me back to being 11 years old, backstage at the Chamber Theater in Hollywood, when I played Alice in Wonderland in “Orphan Dreams”. I wanted to be there again. I was so happy to express myself on stage, and back stage I had a peace and solitude of just being myself. I felt safe in this world, free to express characters, and yet I was just this pure soul that knew how to be me. The stage and even behind the stage was always my happiest place.

Ninja Moves

One night my back was turned in the kitchen, after I had made us dinner. Mr. Wizard walked towards me quietly so I didn’t know he was there, and then popped up right behind me.

“You’re being a ninja!” I said. “My Son used to do that to me all the time when he was younger.”

Right then, it made me burst into tears over the beauty of this memory. “It was one of my favorite things my Son did when he was little. He went onto YouTube to learn how to be a ninja. He would sneak up on me quietly, going unnoticed and try to scare me as he came up right next to me. He got so much joy out of it.” Often I could feel him even if I couldn’t hear him, and I would turn around and catch him.

What Am I Thinking?

My Wizard will say things out loud that I’m already thinking, which often will make life much easier for me. It’s actually quite a relief.

We were in the garage looking at some salsa for the tacos, in the fridge. I lifted the lid up to ask him to take a look and smell to see if the salsa was still good. We agreed it was. So I began to walk back in the kitchen.

“Wait,” he said, while he was busy with the cat. “We came in here for lettuce and you’re walking back with salsa, come get the lettuce.” While I walked back towards the fridge, I still held the lid and the open jar of salsa. I wanted to put the lid on, but I wasn’t doing it. I was thinking I would be more comfortable if I did, but I didn’t do it. Without me saying a word, he said, “Go on, put the lid back on, make yourself more comfortable.” I often forget in life to stop waiting for people to give me permission to do things. It’s very odd programming, but I’m climbing out of it like it’s my favorite tree.

Miso Soup

One night I was in the kitchen waiting for my Wizard to come in, and feeling apprehensive about what to start preparing and what would be ok with him. Then I realized, normally, I wait for him, so I can get permission on ingredients and flavoring because he’s so particular. That night I let go of my fear, and decided to just do the soup I wanted to do. I would for anyone else, but with him, it’s a different story. There was no need to wait! It doesn’t sound like much, but in that moment it was a big step up the tree for me. When we finished the soup he said, “That was amazing. Good job Mama.” I couldn’t believe it. He liked the soup.

Getting Grounded

And in the midst of it all, I’ve come alone, to the middle of the Forest today to get really grounded. Soaking in Mother Earth.

In Psychic School, pretty much the first thing we do in class, is to connect with our grounding cord.

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In Gratitude. I say these blessings from the both of us in Psychic Boot Camp.

“May all beings be fed. May all beings be blessed. May all children be fed and healthy.”

Drink your green juice my Wizard messages with a smile, as I finish writing, and I feel like one of the luckiest girls in the world that I get to have this daily. He makes the juice every morning.

Month: February 2020

Falling Towers and Split Pea Soup

Psychic Boot Camp