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How the Portal Opened: A Radical Prayer

Added 2025-06-20 04:38:27 +0000 UTC

the mess... THE SACRED MESS of my living altar is where it's all began:
from a "God's Jar" as devotional practice of creative living,
to a fresh bouquet of offering,
a cosmic deck to channel the portal to the stars.
right at this moment — the blossom and the star that is aligning.
the star card has been showing up the whole week before,
and then again just yesterday —
and every time it falls, i fall again with it, like a wish being fulfilled.
(yes, not me still surprised every time. what falls from the card tells me something — the exact thing.)

there's no strategy behind all this — only the pulse of creations and star alignment.
Mars enters Virgo is giving: "Awakened the Huntress"
it moved me to move the vision into reality, quickly, and it's already unfolding.
this is the dream.
this is my the reality.

A Radical Prayer is where the channel constantly speaks ~
a stream of consciousness always available to tap into.
it's a download of dreams that is letting you scripting the dream.
while living it awake with eyes wide open.

to this pages, this portal, this prayer, that i called Radical Prayer was originally called "Morning Pages" from The Artist's Way workbook by Julia Cameron.
where the magick lies.
the boring.
the mourning.
the discipline.
the screaming.
the sh#t ton of "idk what to write".
the "arrrgh here we go again".
the life report of okay what's up today.
and seriously?
it's always feels like nothing's happening, like nothing to catch up to.
but the truth is in the tuning.
being present, tapping in, and writing to the blank page until it reveals.
and then...
the dance started to begin.
in almost a year to the date i started doing the morning pages, that is now my Radical Prayer, like a dance while no one watching.
like a sacred hour to devote to talk with God.

and just ~
just how radical and rare i feel.
how the dance with life in these past five weeks has courageously moved me into reality.
SERIOUSLY? ME?
YES. ME.
(i'm tapping my shoulders)
(and i'm so proud writing this, even before i hit "next" to make this publish)