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Topanga: She’s a vortex of flowing waters and mystical plant medicines, infused in her every cell, which hypnotizes anyone who enters her path, into a realm of magic.

They’re afraid she’s putting a spell on them, and it’s not long before they realize she’s just an innocent creature dancing in the wind, wishing for a healthier, more dynamic world.

I’ve taken so many sips of Topanga. The earth is in my blood. I’m a part of the plants, like a crunchy medicinal miners lettuce salad, with a sage and wild mushroom soup

One day I realized I needed to grow bigger than Topanga. To take the wild stories of my time there, and pack them up, while I explore other nature vortex’s.

How to Make the Best Snake Gourd Stew!

There’s a certain satisfaction that comes with it being the end of a hard day. Especially if we accept it as part of life instead of trying hard to get the law of attraction right and figure out what is wrong with us for hours. Just knowing that we survived that day and its circumstances, and having faith in ourselves going forward is a good moment. Especially with soup and chocolate. I was feeling pretty satisfied at my tough day once I escaped to nature at night to listen to crickets.

In the middle of the day, I wanted to make the lentil stew I had planned, and finally got it started once my team left for the day to make deliveries. There never seems to be enough time to add the last few ingredients that would blow everyone away, though what I did create was really excellent. I began to simmer the lentils, to start the soup, and set the timer for 20 minutes while I chopped veggies. 10 minutes in, I noticed on my trusty routing software, that one of my drivers was stuck in the canyon for a little while and his phone wasn’t on. Concerned about what might be going on, I turned the heat off and dashed to Topanga to find him. I wasn’t sure what would become of this soup.

The soup wasn’t ruined, in fact when I arrived back, I found the soaking of the lentils for 30 minutes was done just right, and I began to put the rest of the ingredients in the pot.

Here’s some main things that made this recipe so great.

~Snake gourd. This is the best squash I’ve ever had. I’ve seen it nowhere. I asked a farmer to grow it for my company Earth Matterz, and he did.

~French Green Lentils have amazing texture. I get them from Kandarian Farm, which is the best you can get locally in LA. Also available at Earth Matterz.

~Shiso, lemon balm, and lemon thyme are an incredible mix of flavors for this stew.

~If I found my cumin, I would have added 2 teaspoons.

~If I had more time I would have added some rind of orange. I also would have picked the eggplant I had, to add on top of the stew.

This stew is amazing!

Snake Gourd and Lentil Stew

Ingredients

1 cup of french green lentils

4-5 cups of water

Tomatoes (a lb or less is enough)

1 red onion

A few sprigs of shiso, lemon balm, and at least half a bunch of lemon thyme.

Snake gourd (as much as you want, I used half of one that weights about 1.5 lbs.)

1 lb of potatoes

1 banana pepper

1 spicy hanako pepper

Handful of baby spinach

3 or more Passion Fruit

First, simmer the lentils for 20 minutes in 4-5 cups of water.

Stir fry the onions and a sweet pepper on a pan on low heat with olive oil. Once it browns and caramelizes, pour it into the simmering lentils.

After 10 minutes. Add freshly chopped tomatoes. Cut the passion fruit in half and spoon out the juice into the pot. Don’t use the shells of passion fruit. I know that sounds crazy, but I’ve known people to try it. That’s almost like eating fiber glass. Add the hanako pepper or another spicy pepper. Rather than to chop up the pepper, I cut the pepper in half, take the seeds out, and let it simmer in there. Then I take the pepper out when the stew is ready. Chop the fresh herbs and throw them in the pot.

Add the chopped potatoes. I chop them up really small so that they cook faster. After about 5 minutes of the potatoes cooking, I add the chopped squash. Cook until the squash is tender, turn off the heat, and stir in a handful of spinach.

These types of unique flavors and elements, are how I won the chili cook off years ago. It’s about finding unique ingredients, which you can find at Earth Matterz. 🙂

This is my favorite lentil stew today!

Love,

Kali Star

What Would You Do in 5 Minutes?

Last night I had a lucid dream. I believe I was holding two small balls in my hand, but they represented something I was eating. If you’ve had lucid dreams, that might make sense to you. I was with a Man and there were a lot of people around like it was a city, but we were in some kind of half way enclosed area.

Everyone stopped. They had all recieved a message from the divine.

“They’re all allowed to do whatever they want in 5 minutes. All rules in this earth, concepts, ideas, are all vanished for just that amount of time.” The Man with me said.

“Oh they’re all gonna end up with an STD.” I said. In looking at the people I was surrounded with and what they might be up to, I wasn’t particularly happy about this no rules for 5 minutes idea. I didn’t trust them. Almost like one of those scary vivid dreams where someone is chasing you.

Then the moment began for the 5 minutes, and I was in an energetic space of no rules. In that space I was given permission to completely release and do anything I wanted to do.

My choice in that moment was to throw the balls in the air and on the floor. It’s all I wanted, was to be free of holding onto them, to break the rules we have about not being able to throw something on the ground when you’re done with it. It was the energy behind what happened that gave me so much release. No rule. No guilt. Permission to do what I wanted right then.

Other than seeds and pits of fruits, pieces of veggies, I don’t throw things on the ground. However, I do feel that guilty feeling if I do, even if it’s a cherry seed. Not because I think there’s something wrong with it, because it’s not totally accepted by everyone in society yet. In this picture everyone was given permission not to be concerned about society.

If you had 5 minutes where all Earth rules vanished in space, and you could do anything you wanted, what would you do? What would be let go and released inside of you?

Artwork by Humberto Braga

Expression for our Teens

Last night I watched the Mr. Rogers movie until 3am. There’s a part where Opera talks to Mr. Rogers and he says as Parents we just need to remember what it was like to be a little one. She asks him why we forget what it’s like to be a little one?

There was something that I never forgot when I was a teenager, and it stayed with me all these years.

When I was 13, I wrote in my journal to make sure that I wouldn’t forget. I since lost the journal but it was such a big moment that writing it kept it in my memory forever. I remember how it felt to be me as a teen, as I cried my eyes out into my journal, feeling unloved and untrusted for my expression.

It was the biggest promise I made to my older self. It was so absolutely important to me.

I promised that when I had kids I would let them express themselves how they wanted to. I would let them wear the clothes they wanted to wear. I would celebrate their originality, and I would trust that they knew their path in life, and that they could safely express their individual style.

I used to wear rainbow tights to school and get yelled at for it. I would sometimes wear a cape, or marker my nose purple. Or see what would happen if I walked into class without shoes. I wore a midriff to celebrate my own body. Having small breasts was unusual and people thought I should get breast surgery later. So my way of celebrating my individual body type was to wear midriffs and I was yelled at for that. So I cried into my journal.

The photo above is me after High School. Photo below is me in middle school.

My Journaling worked, and I never forgot that feeling when I was writing it. I have a 16 year old Son today who does just that. Celebrates his original style. With neon green hair, a hello kitty mask, one earring on his ear, and a nose ring. He’s also ultra responsible, very talented, incredibly kind and polite, and gets mostly A’s in school. 🙂

Here we are getting his nose pierced as he turns away from the camera.

Love,

Kali Star

The Dark Room

I’ll share a few things about the experience of spending 3 days in the pitch black darkness, I’m saving a lot of this story for later. A lot of this had to do with me trusting life. Leaving my team to handle things on the weekend without me, was a first for me. Especially without cell reception.

The 4th day I spent writing and enjoying myself in the middle of the forest.

I used to wonder what it would be like to live alone in a cabin in the forest. I found out, that I still want to do all the other things I love to do, and I was grateful to come back to my life. In fact, when I got to the city in Ashland, it looked totally adorable. Aside from driving the wrong way on a one way street and getting honked at for whatever weird driving skills I do in L.A.

I’m happy I was there alone, though there were moments where the loneliness felt like it would last forever. The dark room would be an incredible place for a couple to experience together. Helping each other around the house, playing hide and seek, feeding each other….

There were moments where I thought I wouldn’t get out of there alive. Truly, for a couple hours, I actually thought I might not. The days were so long, that if I ever complain about a day not being long enough again, remind me of the dark room. I can feel it now more than ever, how long a day is. I also had the deepest rest of my life. I also feel that a lot of what I want to do now, is meditate with the memory of that space in darkness, which is why I might be building a room to go back to when I want to.

I held my big amethyst stone the whole time, because I was afraid of the dark, and that was a big part of why I was there. To face the fear. Seeing spirits since I was a child, mixed with whatever movie images came up for me, was pretty scary alone. And I loved being in the dark too. In moments I was scared, I remembered the Nickelodeon commercial that would often say, “Are you afraid of the dark?” Must’ve been a “Goosebumps” show, which scared me more.

The amethyst stone I found had a star sticker on the pedestal. It was the first one I reached for, and wanted, and it was the only one with a random star sticker on it, it was meant for me. I knew I wanted to get an amethyst in Ashland, and luckily I picked the right Hotel, across the street from plenty of amethysts! I found it right outside the hotel, just before I left for the retreat.

I feel like I was just there, floating in space. I could feel power in me when I left. I left without a single bruise or scrape. I was prepared for this since High school when I played Helen Keller. I had taught myself to knit in the dark when I played the role, because there was a scene Helen was knitting in and I wanted it to be real. I knitted gloves in the dark room, to help me through scary moments. It brought me the peace and nurturance I needed to be present with the experience.

When I played the role, I would blindfold myself and walk around the stage. One time I fell off the stage and twisted my ankle.

It wasn’t the dark room where I injured myself. It was when I came home and tripped on a shoe in such a crazy way that I broke my big toe for the first time ever breaking something!

As soon as I arrived past the first or second bridge near their property, my new I Phone 11pro decided to stop taking video and pictures, except for selfies. They have since sent me a new phone which also didn’t work. For some strange reason I’m unable to take videos right now. The flashlight doesn’t work either.

I was however, able to take a few selfies, and not use my phone so much. I took a photo of this mystical Woman when I had stopped in Mount Shasta on the way. Had my phone been working properly I would have taken a close up of her magical eyes. She was a poet in front of the farmers market. She travels around the world, and writes poems for donation.

She stopped me as my energy silently became interested in what she was doing on that little 100 year old typewriter. “Are you interested in a poem?” She said.

“I’m interested to see if I have any cash in my bag.” I said.

Normally, I don’t carry cash, I keep the cards, but lucky for us, I had some cash in there!

That’s the story for now, all the big parts I have written to share later, and the poem.

Love,

Kali Star

It’s Time

I’m in Ashland Oregon, to enter into 4 days of meditating in a dark room. No light, no phone, no computer. I’ve prepared for it all month.

Pic taken on the way to Oregon in San Mateo.

I’m going in just in time, to see all the wonderful black and white photos of Women empowering each other on instagram.

I had some curry soup last night from a local organic little shop, and I was feeling scared. The Angel Warrior sent a message to tell me nothing would come up that I can’t handle. I laughed and cried as he also said, sometimes I might feel like I just want to get out of there.

In High School, I played the role of Helen Keller. When I got the role, I had never been so happy. I wanted to play the role so much, and I got to. I was a method Actress, and so I spent time in a dark closet to practice. I taught myself to knit with my eyes closed, and fell off the stage blindfolded once. I had some crazy bruises on my body. For not being able to speak, it was still one of the best roles of my life. So when I heard about the darkness retreat, I knew it was for me. After having experienced a taste of it in High School.

That’s all for now.

I love you.

~Kali Star

Feeling Unseen

The New Face

This journey from painful and transformational times to becoming the Soup Sorceress began 7 years ago. In that time, I have overcome incredible obstacles to do what I believe in, and I finally got to this point: Literally, there were times I had to push my way through mazes, and I got out ok, tears and bruises later. Times where I thought I might not make it here today.

Recently, I asked my favorite artist, friend, and fellow blogger, Sean Colgin,  to do one very important thing on my logo. The face! The logo was incredible, but the face made me feel uncomfortable. It’s amazing how the littlest simple details in life can make a huge impact. His style is particularly special.

He drew 15 faces.

Now, my face is at the vibration that I have wanted it to be for years! Such auspicious timing and synchronistic compatibility with the Universe’s magical flow of events, was in alignment for a long time coming.

In the same timing my graphic designer redid the label design for me. (I had been using a label program for years and it was bothering me so much.) Finally I could pay a pro!

The universe had this planned. The new flavor I was guided to create, came in the timing that my new lovable face arrived! I feel a whole lot of lovable.

I thought I was going to make the strength broth, but the Universe had a better plan.

The Herbs Were Waiting for My Arrival

For over a year, every time I ran into Kerry (an Astrologer, and intuitive farmer) at Erewhon, we mentioned something here or there about what was on her farm. She was very mysterious about what herbs she had available to me.

I drove past her farm on my way to the ocean and almost stopped in. I decided I would likely see her the next day. It’s rare I see her at Erewhon at all, but somehow I knew. When I saw her at the Whon, we stopped for a moment.

“I just drove past your farm, and wanted to ask what herbs you have,”

“Wait a second, you had the intuition to come to my farm and you didn’t do it?”

I looked up and to the left.

“The answer isn’t over there, it’s right here.” She said as she guided my eyes back to hers.

“Well, I knew we would be here right now.”

At The Farm

Long story short, I drove to Zuma a few days later to go to the farm.

“Is Kerry here?” I told one of her helpers. 

“What company are you from?”

“Soup Sorceress. Do you have nettles right now?”

“No she’s out harvesting it, you can come back tomorrow for it.”

I asked again if I could wait a little longer for nettles. I wanted to make the Strength broth. “What other herbs do you have?”

The first herb he showed me was the one, I just didn’t know it yet.

“We have this one called lovage.”

After having a taste, I looked up on google about what it was good for. It’s used to attract more love.

I found lavender on the table, and there it was. The lovable broth was born. 

From the flavors: Cleansing, to Soothing, to Strength, to Happiness, to Lovable, my collection of broths were at it’s best point yet. Each one with a unique story of tears and love, guided by the essence of a world of dynamic synchronistic endeavors on various levels. 

I couldn’t wait to take the lovable broth to Erewhon! To say that this meant something to me is an understatement. Making the broth costs more money than what it’s being sold for. I do this because I believe in the magic of how I’ve been guided to create it and what it can do for the World. 

Where Did the Broth Go?

As soon as I walked in the store the next day, I knew something was off. Something told me that when I looked in the soup section where my broths are usually displayed, that they wouldn’t be there. Sure enough, they weren’t.

I took a moment as I began to feel strange fiery bubbling feelings in my heart, and I knew where to go. I quickly walked straight to the back of the store, where the bone broth is. And there I was. How would my vegan fans know where to find me now?

Going Backwards

My lovable broth that was years in the making ended up next to a pile of meat. Lol. I felt like I was going backwards in time.  My body and mind was scared that I had to work my way up to the ideal shelf again. How was I going to get myself through this one? I had already gotten through the hardest parts. Empowering new obstacles are one thing, but taking steps back is another.  

You know what else made me feel like I was going back in time? I remembered being in class in 2nd grade as we talked about the riots. I was so young I hardly understood what was going on but it felt sad. 

I went back to the soup section. Something snapped in me. I stared at those bottles of soup and just let the tears go. Happy to have a mask on, I didn’t move a muscle. 

All the grief came rushing up. So did the feelings about the reason I created this magic in the first place. And I just stood silent, staring at soups thinking about how many people feel like they’re unnoticed and unloved.

Does anyone else feel like we went back in time? It started out so surreal, with neighborhoods looking happy and people going outside on bikes and little power wheels cars. We greeted each other with real warmth, and said things like, “Stay healthy!” We made eye contact above our masks. It felt like the innocent days of my childhood. The vibration felt like a lot of health and kindness. And then violence broke out on the streets, and I was back in 2nd grade again, talking about the riots on the freeway. 

Looking at the soups through tear-streaked eyes, and butterfly sunglasses, not knowing how much mascara was all over my face, I thought about how many people feel invisible and angry. As my heartstrings were pulling, tightening, and feeling in disarray, I felt into what they may be feeling when they are feeling unseen.

Feeling Unseen

Peaceful and happy as I can be, when I feel unnoticed, or when I’ve given so much love and received a lot less back, there have been moments I’ve experienced a sense of unexplainable trauma inside of my body. As I stared at the soups, while grabbing a dragon fruit drink to make me feel better, I felt a flare of an emotional impulse, that I wasn’t sure what to do with yet. What action was I going to take? How would I trust the Universe in this moment, when I felt so lost?

I stood there thinking about all people who feel unseen, who don’t have access to magical food- or any food. People dealing with the crime brought on by poverty and desperation, and the terror from being occupied by an often brutal police force. And thinking about how many people have tried a lot in life and were still unseen. So they lash out. I stared at the soups and cried.

I let my tears be all over my face. I don’t hide them anymore.

Lightening Things Up

 I knew I would find the right guy to talk to and I immediately did! I walked over to the lovely man who handles shelf placement. I don’t always see him, but he was there at that moment. I mustered up the strength with mascara tears on my cheeks, to ask with joy and sweetness if my vegan broths could be moved to their usual place. He softly and kindly said. “Oh yes, someone just put them in the wrong spot, I’ll move it over! I know where they go.” 

I thanked him gratefully, and maybe even a lot more cheerfulness than necessary.

Sometimes we feel unnoticed/unseen, but there are solutions around the corner. It’s hard to know in those moments when we don’t feel good, it’s hard to know how the Universe has our back. And he was literally right behind my back at the right moment. Then I think about, what can we do to help other people so that we can dissolve this pain forever, and make the world feel better for everyone.

In that spirit, I bring you the Lovable Broth. It was created to generate love in you, so you know that you are lovable no matter what. It is symbolic of the journey of moving from a place of feeling unnoticed and unloved, to a place of empowerment. This is how I transform. It’s what I call Phoenixing.

Two days later the broth was in the soup section, but it’s even better than that. The broth is in both sections now. Next to the bone broth and the vegetable soups.

Spreading lots of lovability from one corner of the store to another. So lovable is everywhere for everyone. That’s a first for my broth and what great timing.

This is a picture of my friend Ashely who surprised me on instagram with this photo.

My friend Ashley, Actress and Mama….

This drink is my way of saying: I love you.

The shelf placement story was just symbolic to the journey, and it always works out better, even if there’s a moment of uncertainty.

I do my best to remember if I’m feeling down, “maybe this is planned to be better than you think it is, you just don’t know it yet.”

I made nothing of it, other than letting myself be alone and unseen. Allowing it, felt better than trying to be seen and not feeling good that I wasn’t seen.

Have a magical day, every day.

The Butterfly Transformation

In time everything makes sense.

2020 Predictions

There was one thing I was sure of today. That Teal Swans 2020 predictions were accurate.

I never doubted it.

I don’t remember the whole video, and I’m not going back to look at it because I’m not watching YouTube right now, or really anyones videos for the time being.

I remember three things in the video.

*Secrets will come out.

*People will be afraid of getting into relationships.

*There will be people taking to the streets protesting.

Like tonight as I write this, and I listen to popping sounds and helicopters.

This year, I revealed part of my biggest secret to the Angel Warrior who I know I can trust with it.

And a few weeks ago, my Dad who lives in China, revealed his secret. That I have a new Brother. He waited over 2 years to tell us. He’s the 7th child, born two hours after my Birthday, which is on the 7th.

That means my 15 year old Son, has a 1 and a half year old Uncle. I finally watched some videos of my new Brother in China tonight, and I cried.

Butterfly Blessing

Tonight in LA, our phones were alerted several times with the curfew. It’s scary to think people might be being hurt. I don’t like violence. I can only work to bring health and happiness to the Earth, the best I can.

In the same day, the cosmic spirit of the butterfly blessed me with my next initiation, as a butterfly. How it happened was a series of synchronicities and transformation.

Last week I felt compelled to get some purple butterfly glasses. I came across them and let my instincts buy them. I wouldn’t normally.

Cleaning Out the Old

….fast as I can.

I have been cleaning out so much.

Deleting phone numbers.

Letting go of old clothes.

Putting things in the trash that I don’t want.

Cleaning out and cleaning out.

It occurred to me, guided by my Women’s group, that something might be carrying energy that I don’t want. As we talked about that in a four hour call, some messages came in from a Man who shouldn’t be messaging me, in that way. It was very peculiar. Without engaging in a low level message, that’s when I realized I still had the dream catcher that we had in our house for many years. I took it out of the room, so I could figure out what the next step was, what to do with it. That night he was in my dream, as I vented away old energy.

If ever you feel bad to throw something out that carries old energy. Don’t. Just stop feeling bad. This was once a gift from my Mother, so I felt bad for a while, but it carried its purpose, and now its purpose was to be cleared away for good. To end all past energy.

Burn It

I asked my Angel Team what I should do with the Dream Catcher.

“Oh you can’t give that away, you gotta burn that.” A whispering Angel said as she listened to Michael Bekwiths Sunday morning service.

I lit up, “omg you are right! What was I thinking.”

I checked the internet for further reference, and it turns out that is what needs to be done with it. It’s just not quite enough to throw it away. Giving it to someone wouldn’t be good for them. Wait….this gets magical.

Protector of my tiny fire.

Lucky for me, the Earth Angel showed up the next day. I asked him to be my fire safety Man, and make sure I did this correctly.

He’s a Capricorn, Taurus rising with his Venus in Capricorn. I can hear his thoughts quite easily because he’s concerned with rules, safety, and considering others.

I had to beg him a bit to help me, but he did.

“Where do you want to do it?” He said.

As he was asking the question, or really just a moment before, my instinct led me to……”right there.” I pointed. “That area on the soil, next to pond. I didn’t have to think, or consider any other option, that was it. I felt the energy in that spot.

We walked towards it.

Before we started I said hello to a beautiful bird, that was blessing the area, and a beautiful butterfly that insisted on hanging around. That’s when I realized I was in the right spot. Just when I started to burn the dream catcher, I could feel the light brushes of wind from the butterfly, flapping its wings around me. As I burned the old for the good of my next transformation….

Butterfly Kisses

Suddenly…..for the first time in my life, a butterfly landed on my back, right when I was burning the dream catcher and I was wearing my butterfly glasses.

Towards the end of the burning, as the fire grew greater, the butterfly kissed my head and flew back to its rock while it flapped its wings open and closed, resting and loving itself.

Rebirth & Transformation

That’s right.

That’s all it took.

After the last few years of holding onto something I didn’t want, for fear of feeling bad because it was a gift, the energy was peacefully and safely dissipated. What’s more important than keeping a thing you don’t know if you want? Evolving… Transcending… Transforming.

Sometimes the old has to go, this one burned away. The butterfly emerges from it’s kucoon. It’s no coincidence that I was dying my Kucoon Designs, onesie, purple last night.

It gets better. Over the last few weeks, I’ve upgraded my labels, and got a new face drawn on my logo by my favorite artist, so that it carries the right vibration. And the Universe guided me to creating a new flavor towards what I think is the best medicinal broth I’ve made yet. The synchronicities with this flavor is a story of a couple of years time. Story coming soon….. I’ve been so patient, even though I am angsty working at what I know can come true. Sometimes, the best things come when we are patient with the process.

Logo by Shawn Berry @ourfirstnature, Face Sketch by Sean Colgin @seancolginarts

May all beings transform. May all beings be happy. May all beings be safe and healthy.

Happy butterfly dreams to you.

The 333 Earthquake

IMG_6302On May 3rd I woke up in the middle of the night from a vivid venting dream. When I woke up, I was wide awake, full of energy. In a higher state of consciousness, in the in between state, after a few moments, I began to realize an earthquake was coming. I prepared my nervous system for what was to come. No shakes yet, just feeling. I felt it…..felt it….and then I knew it was going to hit, and boom! There it was. It was very short and sudden. I thought it might roll on a little longer but it didn’t. I enjoyed it. It was simply a sudden shock, much like the shock we experienced in the beginning of the pandemic where nothing was normal anymore.

Some people think things are starting to come back to normal. I don’t know why they want that. Maybe because it feels familiar. Familiar from the old paradigm, is what’s falling away. Anytime I get a little glimpse of what was “normal” I feel uncomfortable. I want things to evolve and transcend from where we are now, not go backwards to how we felt before. I want life to get healthier and cleaner.

In the morning I checked the earthquakes on google. It was a 3.3 earthquake on the 3rd at 3am. 333 is a symbol that your angels are here to help and things are going well.

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The next night I dreamt that someone shaved part of my head without me knowing it, and I didn’t want them too. I wanted my hair back, but I lost it. I felt both satisfied and at a loss. I didn’t know what that represented until I saw my friends video the next morning, Coyote Star Astrology, about the full moon in Scorpio on May 7th. I’m a Scorpio born on November 7th.

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I run out at night to visit the frogs by the creek. They make me feel like I am beyond the feeling of being home. It’s a real transcending feeling, listening to the frogs at night while the creek rushes its beautiful flow, whistling through the forest of illusion and dreams. With my dream queen designs necklace, “searching for home”.

“The heat of transformation is unbearable, yet change is necessary.”

That’s where I’m at again and again, and here it comes again. We can all transform, and we can all live in a magical reality. Happy Scorpio Full Moon.

It’s not the road less traveled by…..

It’s something else….

I started writing this post a few weeks before the pandemic started, and it’s become more prevalent now. And then I almost posted it last month, and it became even more important now. From the moment the pandemic happened it was like a sudden shock and nothing would be the same kind of normal it was ever again. I have been through so many sudden changes and challenges that I’ve learned how to rise above and be amused.

Transmissions at night can be misunderstood really easily. One time I saw an alien face, but it wasn’t actually an alien. Maybe in some dimension it was, but it wasn’t. It was a frequency that was being vibrated for me to show me something that I understood based on my own experience. I was able to safely understand the lesson in a powerful way because I understood what it was about. The transmission I’m going to talk about was pretty clear in its own sort of way.

The Story I Wrote A Few Months Ago

A while back, the Viking Angel asked me a question.

“Are we on different paths that continue to widen as time goes on?”

We’re all expanding, and the journey is in prioritizing expansion, growth and evolution.

This transmission was something I received last year.

I woke up to a vision of two paths and a voice clearly explained to me, “it’s not about taking the road less or more traveled by and going down that one long road. It’s something else.” The vision changed into this vivid picture of intricate roads moving all around, trees, non road areas….. it looked like I was looking at a magic forest map. The voice continued to say, “it’s about steering in every which way that makes up your path.” Suddenly, the energy was moving around the map in twists and turns, sideways, up ways, a lot of ways. I’ll admit I don’t remember the exact words the voice said other than “it’s about steering”, and then showing me energy moving about the map in all sorts of different ways. It was very vivid and intense, until I left the “in between state”.

Just when the pandemic started and I went to my last sculp class, a mysterious Man who pops in to my world at times when I find myself alone, told me he was entertained by watching how things unfold right now,  and what new choices people make. “It’s like because of what’s going on, we’re veering from one direction to another.” he said.

That’s what the transmission was saying. He asked if he should text me to get some coffee later and I responded, “I like phone calls. And tea!” I’ve really tried to get good at texting, but I honestly miss when people just did phone calls, or randomly showing up at your house so long as you trust them. Texting is a strange paradigm.

When I’m lucky enough to experience a midnight awakening journey transmission, the best way I can describe it, is it’s pure vibration. I purposefully don’t use herbs like marijuana. This is a natural state without the need for anything to help with it. Recently, someone called me after they had taken ayahuasca, and I went along for the ride, meaning I felt the energy of it. I took video of myself. My eyes were wide open, I felt awake and alive, like I had moved a lot of energy. It was like a homeopathic indirect experience for me, and I really love having the experience in that way. Probably no one should ever turn on the phone on ayahuasca, but it makes sense that that happened to me.

Steering My Path

IMG_6247I remember a couple years ago, I was standing on a trail in Topanga. I happened to be in just enough reception to answer the phone. I was standing in the middle of the path. I stopped to talk on the phone. It was a Wizard Doctor who wanted me to go towards his direction. He wanted me to make a choice. He asked me which direction I would go in. He really wanted me to make a decision in that moment. I looked at each side of the trail as I stood there. It sounded like he wanted me to take one particular direction. As if there were only two choices. “I don’t know which way to go.” I said.

Long story short, I didn’t go in his direction or in another linear direction. Even though I cried to him once with an ailing wrist, saying, ” I don’t want to carry boxes anymore!” He said it wasn’t feminine to carry boxes, and I shouldn’t do it.

(Today, I still do carry boxes. And I do it in heels too. I also let people help me, and I dance, and I donate food to people who need it.)

IMG_6272I steered around my path, by not going in one straight direction. We don’t have to think about going in the road less traveled by or more traveled by. We don’t need to go on one long road. It’s not one long road that keeps going. It’s a series of movements and lots of roads. We are a series of movements, dancing.

Peculiar Directions

Several years ago when Soup Sorceress was birthing, I realized I had gotten there because of all the twists and turns, risks, downfalls, and achievements I had made. I look at the product, and I just think about her imperfections. No one else could possibly know the journey it took to do that thing.

Everyone was calling me a chef, because I was doing a lot of creative things with seasonal foods, out of the excitement and joy of vegetables. Which seemed like a particular road. I didn’t feel like a chef or call myself one. I’m a Soup Sorceress, that is going around creating magic positive spells, whether I’m cooking or just popping in for a visit. A creative, delicate flower, energetically sensitive, intuitive being, bringing new flavors and attention to soups with the addition of medicinal herbs. Yes, I can cook all kinds of things. Though, when it came to pinpointing a direction to which others can understand more easily, the Universe chose “Soup Sorceress”. I’m following the direction of my stars in unique ways.

Following my Stars

IMG_1242I believe that if I keep going in the direction of following my stars here there and everywhere, in any given moment, it leads to the best series of movements made just for me. Stars aren’t roads. My wish is that we will all be able to follow our stars in every guided moment, that leads to the most wonderful moments that are unique just for us.

It’s to say, I don’t see roads and paths to travel on. I see us all as Angels in Recovery, wandering along the Universe in our own movements, healing traumas and finding our unique way. Going in circles, long ways, side ways, up ways, down ways, all the ways. Ways of going back to a spot you landed with more gifts for it, ways to navigate in a whole new way, ways to disappear from something that is toxic, all to expand us deeper. Eventually, everyone heals.

Last time I heard from the Angel Warrior on my “in between telepathic device” (the phone), I told him if he’s going in another direction that will just free me to another direction, towards the next characters. (Not that we were ever in a direction, it’s just how that came out.) I made the mistake of using the word direction, it wasn’t what I meant and I knew that as I said it. But I also knew he would fix that word for me, as if he was a part of me because little did he know we were on the same page, except that I really needed him to say it. Maybe it’s how I see the masculine, to fill in my own ideas once in a while, so that I feel more safe with my ideas. He said  what I wanted him to say as if it was me. He said, “it’s not a direction.” As we closed our phone ceremony with “I love you’s”, and the clock began turning to 11:11pm, and then silence as I listened to the canyon air.

Back at Erewhon

IMG_6177The next day I dropped off a new case of broth to Erewhon, and someone placed one on top of the others. My broth was on a pedestal. The synchronicity about this, is a much longer story for another time, but it made sense. After all the years in my 20s that I put someone else on a pedestal who I thought was more of a spiritual teacher than me, I was pretty happy to see this moment. I liked it. I thought maybe I should move it so it doesn’t fall and break, and I thought, “no I think I’ll leave it right there where it belongs. On my own pedestal.”

Two days later the Angel Warrior was right where we last saw each other at Erewhon the last time we ran into each other. Holding a cart like last time. Same exact spot. I threw my stuff in his cart since I didn’t have a bag, so I could properly say Hello. It looked like I was just dumping my emotions in his cart, as I began to explain I wasn’t feeling quite right in that moment. We sat down on the upside down benches and took off our masks for a moment. I knew if I said I wanted to take a picture of that moment that we would be interrupted by a store official. So I said it, and then the store official came out to stop us. We quickly stood up and followed the rules of the store.

“I didn’t need that anyway,” I said. But it was rare to sit out in front of a market, masks off, these days, very rare. I wanted a photo like that to look at 10 years later, to see how much this time shifted the future.

More Erewhon Characters

Soon after that, the Emerald Man showed up to tell me the big secret in my ear, from (a very trustworthy secret human we know), that the real conspiracy is it’s all 5G. That was right after I ran into a farmer.

“HI!”

“Oh the witch.”

“No, it’s Sorceress. I passed by your farm yesterday and I was going to ask you what you have growing.”

“Wait a second. Are you saying you had the intuition to come to my farm and you didn’t do it?” She said sharply.

I looked up and to the left.

“The answer isn’t over there, it’s over here.” She said.

As I looked right at her and said, “Well, that’s right, but I decided to have some ocean time, and contact you later, and now we’re here.” Trying to get her to understand that I found her the next day anyway.

“Wait a second you went to the ocean?”

“I parked next to it on PCH.”

It’s her medicinal herbs for my broth that I want. She’s got something special.  She’s a connected lady.

A Funny Transmission 

Sometimes my transmissions at night are funny. Like the other night Michael Beckwith pointed his finger right in my face and used a lot of energy towards me, just a big point to me to awaken me, and in that same moment I woke up to my Sons cat placing it’s paw on my face where Beckwith pointed in my face. I awoke!

May all beings be happy and on their own maneuvering swervy unique destiny. May all beings to do what they love. May all beings evolve and transcend. 

It’s not he road less traveled by, it’s veering through my stars……

Love,

Kali Star

 

 

Flowing My Own Rules

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Last week I mentioned that I was playing with which rules to follow and which to follow of my own. I know that other people have great insights, but ultimately I don’t feel a deeper sense of myself unless I’m following my own rules, even if someone is so certain that what they’re teaching is the right thing. I’ve had a really unique experience in this life. I mentioned to the Angel Warrior that I was breaking into “closed trails”. He said, “you make your own rules, you know that.”

 

Flowing with my Own Rules at Psychic School

Last night I was in psychic school with a group of Students in a reading space, where we all read one person. I’ve been way behind the rest of the class, as my recent capacity for time wouldn’t allow for it.

During the reading space I was exhausted. At a certain point I had no choice but to lay down and let go of the rules of sitting up in a chair with my feet on the ground. I didn’t visualize much. I was supposed to. I had to just let flow what felt right for me and chime in when I could. Sometimes, I didn’t listen, sometimes I did. I tried nothing, I just existed. I was supposed to do this or that, I wouldn’t unless I felt I could in certain little moments. I felt like I was doing it all wrong.

Finally, at the end of the session of all other psychics sharing their readings, one image came to me and I expressed it at the last moment. It felt right.

It was time to go to the clean out room, where we clear energy from the person we were reading and express reflections. As the teacher was guiding the process, all I could do at a certain point was dance. I could not sit there. I would not lay down nor would I sit in a chair with my feet on the ground. I just couldn’t. After three weeks of super hero work, it just wasn’t going to happen. My brain didn’t want to do it either. I began to realize that maybe flowing with my own rules in school was what I had to do.

My body moved and moved, I felt a lot of good energy flowing through me. As the teacher spoke and guided people through a meditation and visualization, I didn’t mind to do what she said. Instead, I felt it with all of my body, it came through me without me having to do anything. I felt the words a second before they were expressed and I moved with it. I became me.

At the end of the meditation the teacher said, (mind you this is over the phone, no one can see me)…. “And I see someone dancing and releasing and moving energy.”

“I was doing that.” I said as I validated her psychic insight. Well done on her part since I don’t know that that’s ever happened before, and she picked up on it.

I left class with the satisfaction knowing I was doing what felt right to me. I’ve done so for a long time, but being in school really made me feel like I had to try hard to follow rules. Some of them I will follow for sure. But for some, it was limiting me and brining me down. Instead of having and enjoying the experience the way I am meant to.

It reminded me of actually being in school. In art class I did my own thing. I had to. In Science class I markered my nose purple. In History class I wrote a story about purple elephants instead of an essay on the history of war. I don’t think the Teacher ever read it, because he showed it as an example to the whole class, stating that this was what he wanted to see. He was very proud of me because I had written two pages, most people wrote 2 paragraphs.

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After class, I quickly got myself rose water at Erewhon in the last 2 minutes they were open, knowing I would make it just in time, and I took off to Old Topanga Canyon Rd. to listen to the frogs that I used to live next to. I used to fall asleep to their music every night that the creek was running. There’s something about listening to frogs that feels like beyond home. On the way home I saw a family with a bonfire in the middle of the night. 

Tuning into Steve Jobs

I asked Steve Jobs a couple of weeks ago for some insight. It was one of the best channellings because it made so much sense and really hit my heart. At first his response was to tilt his head in the air with his hand up and say “be innovative”. I said, “Thank you, but I’m already innovative, I don’t need you to tell me that. What do you think Gene Wilder?”

So Steve transformed into a zip of energy across the long wooden table where we had sat next to each other. For a moment, I questioned what he was doing and I asked him, even though I trusted what was going on. “I’m trying to find a way to reach you that’s different.” he said. Then his energy body zipped over to hit my heart in a good way.  My heart felt open. “People want to be a part of this. They want to be a part of you. So share with them your adventure so they can feel a part of it.” The adventure of the last few weeks have been so intense, scary, and fulfilling, that it will take time for me to share it all. I take video along the way.

Blowing Open My Heart

Sometimes I get telepathic messages from the Angel Warriors spirit. He doesn’t know it, but I don’t know anyone yet that has known when they are sending me messages. The Wizard Angel knew when it happened years ago with him  once I explained it, but he didn’t know when it was happening.  I question whether it’s me or them, but I’m certain it’s both. I don’t want anyone to feel strange about this, it’s just what happens. I imagine it’s hard for others to believe.

During the message, my heart blew up and I was in tears. It blew wide open. So wide open. I don’t want to hold onto anything. I want to feel that freedom. When he sends me the message, the people who have hurt me that day become just a being asking for love and I give it without caring what they’re doing. So free my heart feels, I don’t mind at all. It seems to be easier to carry that energy with someones help. It’s like all those people are asking for is to be loved; and they see me as strong enough to handle their pain.

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But in those moments of dealing with someone, it feels awful. It’s one of the hardest things I’ve faced in this life. The Earth Angel has heard these stories many times before. One of them hurt me so deeply, that I got in the back of his truck and paced around to tell him all about it in the Erewhon parking lot. We used to be able to talk on the tables.

An hour before my heart blew open, there was a challenging situation. I looked at my trusted team mate, and said, “I don’t know why I chose this role in this lifetime? It’s a good one, but it’s tough.” I looked in his eyes deeply and felt that his spirit understood something higher than I’ve seen him see me before.

Life is a little messy for a moment.

I work hard to keep my immune system up while keeping up with the demand of customers. My already tiny, pretty little desk is full of a variety of herbal pills, and a little mess of papers. The roses on my altar have wilted and I haven’t replaced them yet. My nail polish is chipped. I have a piano at the foot of my bed with clothes and a ripped up pink hat on top of it. I laid on my bed today and burned sage and palo santo. My easel has a canvas that’s turned around the wrong side. This too shall pass. I’ll wake up in the morning, clean up, and create new magic.

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Introducing the Magical Sphinx

A few weeks ago on instagram, I sent a picture saying I needed a bigger team. I didn’t expect it to happen so fast. I had no idea what was coming. Suddenly it happened. I’ve recently hired a team of about 10 different people on the weekends. I call them my Angel Team.

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IMG_6093One of them is the Magical Sphinx, who quickly became my assistant. I don’t watch movies much, but a while back I happened to see the “Sex and the City” movie, and the only part I liked about it was when she found her God sent assistant. That’s who the sphinx is. I’m grateful for that. She flows with her own rules, and they’re good ones. She’s quarantined herself except for when she works with me on the weekends. She also volunteers to deliver essentials to people who can’t leave their home or afford our service @earthmatterz. So I told her I would pay her for that as my contribution.

MY Rule

I decided not to care what time I post my blog stories. Knowing that there are times of the day when it’s better to post, for more engagement…I’m not so sure that’s what I’m after. If one person reads this in the middle of the night and it came at the right timing for them, then it’s for those few people who flow with these messages in the time that they’re meant to.

I’m wishing all who read this the most magical day ahead. You’ll have it. Be Well,

Kali Star