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How is the beginning of your #eclipseseason?

A new era for our chapter of TMO

The Provincial Master stepped down on Saturday. It was a bitter sweet occasion for all of us. But the new provincial master is a perfect fit to lead our chapter of the #TraditionalMartinistOrder so it’s the start of a new era.

We meet at a #Masonic lodge and I didn’t know it until today but a puppy followed me home!

And that puppy’s name js #Anubis!

My drawing prompt today was canine, and I instantly thought of Anubis.

I drew him and while writing his name in #hieroglyphics, I projected myself through the doorway and into his name. I had never thought to #scry hieroglyphics but it works. It was like being sucked up by a vacuum cleaner and I jolted myself out of trance.

Anubis in hieroglyphics

I read some more on Anubis and learned if you happen to be approached, it will be quiet. Once you’re aware, state your question.

I cooked dinner and listened to Starstruck: A Memoire of Astrophysics and Finding Light in the Dark. I was intrigued when she explained the quote: “We’re All Made of Star Dust.” That when a star collapses, it folds in on itself and through that debris plants and life are formed.

I read a little more on Anubis while I ate, had dinner and walked down to the graveyard/Park. I drifted from bench to bench at sunset, meditating and letting messages and images come to me.

Once I got over being afraid of Anubis, I realized he came to me to protect me. He grew into a big giant during the initial projection this evening at the park. But when Anubis saw that his cosmic, giant form scared me, he shrank to the size of a friendly, wiggly pup.

This pup is leading me away from the 8 of Cups because I keep wanting to look back. He loves belly scratches btw.

Darkness of Light Tarot 8 of Cups

Anubis also appeared as a normal size jackle headed man. We walked in the cliffs where tombs are hidden and he reminded me that I am being asked to work with the dead. I remembered a couple weeks ago I had a surreal experience outside a funeral home:

I was just walking along and I felt something. I wondered if there was a viewing happening. There was. I saw the sign on the door. I saw the face of the dead on the sign, greeting visitors as a memory. I saw the hearse. I felt the dead comforting his family. He was sad too. But I knew everyone would be OK. I gave my regards in my heart and kept walking.

I am aware that I will one day work directly with the dead. But when and how will reveal itself in time. I just stay open to it for now.

I wandered home and went into a period of study. I discovered Anubis’ connection with Sirius. He’s also the star dog! So I saw hin as a much different being after that realization. He can be big and stern but he can also be a happy pup! After that epiphany, my study period became a lovely period of astrology study. I FINALLY started to grasp the foundation of degree theory.

Thanks Anubis!

I also got a reward for my hard work: I learned about some parts of my #birthchart that are extra heavy because of the degrees. I would like to study this more. I think I’ll be able to map life out better if I dive into degree theory.

So all in all, I say this is a fine way for the 9/9/9 portal to begin opening.

You gave me understanding 

The depths

Of stillnes

Soul to soul

A reflection of me

Manifesting in a different form 

Enjoy the silence

Connection

Beyond the body 

Beyond  the material world

We shatter into star dust

Then

We become the ocean

That separates

and unites us

Over and over again

And like memories

Riding on the backs of waves

I remember who I’ve always been

Underneath all the trauma and saddness

I remember who I’ve always been

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I have so much to say about sex abuse from my own experiences on the outskirts of television from the time I was a todler into my 30s.

My last EMDR session really revealed hidden layers of trauma and made gave me a new level of understanding about what I wrote and why. Where there is no night is about sex traffking amoung the elite, rich and powerful. It’s also a novel inspired by real abuse.

This is my story, as a metaphor for sex abuse.

I finally feel seen, heard and ready to talk about it.

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Back and forth 

back and forth

And back and forth again.

He loves me

He loves me not

He loves me

He loves me.

I didn’t want to 

But I had to do it

I bound your hands and feet

Under the full moon

An offering to Hecate

A meal for Hungry ghosts.

I didn’t want to do it but I had to

So you would never touch my body again

Please don’t cry,

I promise I did it all sweetly

And with care.

Then I went on a fishing trip 

I went out to catch the big fish.

 I went to the other side

In and out of my body for days.

Up and down with the waves

Floating in the darkness 

Losing and finding my way.

Seasickness.

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Like your heartbeat.

Next to me.

I never knew you found my hands beautiful.

I’m putting up a sign again

“Gone Fishing”

It says

And I’m hanging it on my door.

I’m chasing down Leviathan

I’m going to slay my demons.

And if you’re not strong enough to be my man

Then this time, I go it alone.

I will remember this summer as a time to heal

A transitional season.

The summer I took on a yoga practice in a graveyard.

The summer I was blessed with opprotunities to heal.

A summer lover as a bonus

for putting in the hard work on days filled with tears.

A spectrum of emotions

Grief

Healing

 Love

Acceptance.

This is how I will remember the summer of 2025.

Blessed #Lammas!

What does your first harvest look like?

This year, so far, I started drawing again, wrapped up 2 songs with P R A P and sent it off to KNNO Soundsgot some much needed mental healthcare, removed toxic people from my life, increased my abundance and have deepened my understanding of my sexuality.

Speaking of drawing, I’m shifting my instagram accounts around. My illistrations will be posted to my AlannaLP account on Instagram so Magdalena Tarot can stay metaphysically focused but crossover illustrations will be posted my #MagdalenaTarot Instagram account too.

I debated about making this post about my novel. I don’t want people to think I’m trying to use the very serious case of Jeffery Epstein to sell books when there are real victims deserving justice. But the real victims are exactly why I decided to share this.

But the truth is, I read everything about Epstein in 2013 as far as court documents, testimonies and articles from FL newspapers about him.

No clue how much of that is still out there. The thing about digital media is, it’s easy to make things disappear.

I stumbled upon the case by accident. I spent my twenties doing 2 things, living like a rockstar as an international dancer and studying the occult. Then I came home to the United States, got into burlesque and TV, and began writing the book I always wanted to read.

Sex, drugs, music and the Apocalypse. In 2035, angels and demons face off to win control of the last days. Their weapons of choice: music and magic.
Darius Seifer, son of the Devil and heavy metal king has it all: fame, fortune, beautiful women and a drug empire. But the only thing he really wants is for the international pop sensation, Arella Briaut, to fall in love with him.

My idea for the series was a sort of rock opera between heaven and hell. A raw good vs. evil. A cyberpunk novel with Shakespearean theatrics. Think Jem and the Holograms meets Twin Peaks meets Breaking Bad – dark, opulent, alchemical, magickal: filled with music and sex; drugs, occult coding, betrayal, espionage, murder and dancing at the end of the world.

I was combing the internet in 2013, looking for a model for the most powerful man in the world to be the costar in my first book. I wanted Darius Seifer, son of the devil and the antichrist, to be a rich mother fucker that was so above the law, he could get away with anything. I was looking for someone to use to sketch out a portrait of what that would like.

Then the muses said, “Look at this,” and I did.

I found files for the Epstein case on Wikileaks. I read all the legal papers (Fun fact: it was actually the first legal case I ever sat down and read). I was flabbergasted. I wondered why no one stopped Jeffery Epstein and how he got so powerful?

In the end, Jeffery Epstein was an excellent model for Darius. Darius was a really difficult character to write but he helped me explore the shadow of humanity and my own shadows and addictions. The 2 of Cups by Snow Torres

The book explores the nature of depravity and love but it’s also a warning that people as evil as Jeffery Epstien and his clients are very real and they are very powerful. And no good comes in letting people get that powerful.

Between 2014 and 2017, Where There is No Night was scouted by agents and publishing houses. They wanted the story, buy wanted me to tone it down and I said no, for many reasons. Then I self-published.

Anyway, this is what I think about that:

I read runes in twigs on the ground or in natural formations. It’s a very accurate method of divination. Instead of seeking the messages, I let them find me.

Yesterday I saw a twig shaped like yggdrasil and considered a message about the Tree of Life was on the way.

The Tree of Life

 There’s a tree I pass by sometimes that’s decorated as a memorial with shiny tinsel and silk flowers. And on the rocks under the tree,

  “Tom”, “Tom”, “Tom”, “Tom”is painted on four different rocks.

I never knew why the tree was decorated exactly. I just knew something bad had happened there and that that person was obviously very loved. 

So whenever I go by the “Tom, Tom Tree”, as I’ve named it, I always say, “Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom,” just say hello, like a magic spell to greet a ghost friend.

I noticed a man at the Tom Tom Tree as I came down the sidewalk. The man was going over “Tom”on one of the rocks with a Sharpie.

So I asked the man, “Oh, so you know Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom?” 

The man half of laughed, and we started talking about this guy, Tom.

Ironically, Tom’s Heavenly Bornday was the next day. On July 23, 1993  Tom was gunned down on the sidewalk under the Tom Tom Tree in a robbery. 

“Well, you can Google all of that,” Tom’s friend said. 

Then the Tom’s friend told me about how Tom was in life. 

Tom was the owner of a shop with the best leather in town. You could get everything from a nice leather jacket to a real punk rock jacket, according to Tom’s friend. Tom’s friend said Tom really brought the community together, and he even had a hand in helping organize Pride parades. 

Tom seemed really cool. He was so deay loved by his community that the mayor of Denver had the Tom Tom Tree planted as a memorial to Tom 30 years ago. The most amazing thing was Tom’s friend never had never met Tom, but he considered him a friend because of his neighbor’s role in the community.

Then Tom’s friend started crying.  “It was so nice that someone stopped to ask him me about Tom,” Tom’s friend said. “So many people walked by and didn’t stop. You were the only one who stopped.” 

Then Tom’s friend told me candidly that’s he’s scared about the state of our country. 

Sometimes, I’m a conduit for messages. I know one of my tasks on earth is to be a messenger when called to do so. It’s like someone’s guardian angel or ancestor or a ghost whispers in my ear a message and then the next words are not mine.

The words I spoken were, 

Don’t worry. It’s all going to be okay. We need to stick together. We’re stronger together.

I feel a little dazed and said bye. I grounded on the way home, letting the inspiration sink in. 

I like to think the message was from Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom. 

Anyway, at least I know what happened to the Tom Tom Tree.

 

“God is Nonbinary”

When we come together
We are neither he
Nor she

When we come together
we are they
And we are closer to god.