Double Rainbow Family

Double Rainbow Family

Going to a National Rainbow Gathering is an amazing experience. That’s putting it mildly. All six of my now grown kids and two of my three grandkids have accompanied me to at least one of the two I attended. One was 10,000 feet up in the Uinta Mountains of Utah, the other 9,000 feet up in the Sangre de Cristos Mountains of New Mexico.

It’s no surprise I felt at home after finally making it to Welcome Home camp the first time. It reminded me of gatherings of hippies up in the mountains of New Mexico that my family and I attended when we lived next door to the Hog Farm. Only a thousand times bigger. There were an estimated 30,000 in Utah and about 15,000 in New Mexico. That’s a lot of Rainbows camping out in the forest at once!

My backpack immediately felt lighter upon leaving A-Camp (where the bikers and all who wish to drink alcohol hang out). People began telling us, “Welcome Home” right away.

The kitchens are spread far apart, some with lots of impressive cooking equipment. Luvin’ Ovens builds ovens out of stones and mud and bake chocolate chip cookies and deep dish pizza at night and share freely.

At Jesus Camp, food is given freely throughout the day. Something I took note of when my teenagers took all the food to their little campsite about a ten minute walk from mine.

At Granola Funk, they even have a generator, with musicians providing live music on into the night.

Campfires scatter across the mountains, with singing and drumming. People shout, “We love you!” across the meadow to each other. In the main meadow there’s an evening gathering for dinner every evening, and everyone making a huge circle. Many kitchens bring down ice chests and huge potfuls of lentils, rice dishes, other kinds of beans, maybe some kind of kale or spinach dish.

Then on the 4th of July, silence is held until the Om Circle at noon. The silence after so much noise is stupendous.

And to hold hands and Om for twenty minutes after the sacred silence is beyond amazing. It is glorious, and one of the many experiences which give me faith in humanity.

After the Om Circle is the Kiddy Parade, then the Ginger Parade, then the celebration. It’s the Rainbow High Holy Day to pray for peace on Earth.

Instead of money, there’s bartering. Lots of crystals, jewelry, tie dye and Hindu style clothes. Spiritual books.

Conversations about magic and manifesting and how powerful we truly be are common. Healers everywhere (at least that was my experience). It’s a western Shambala.

And coming back to Babylon after so much bliss is not easy. But when things get very rough, I feel the Light inside me, and remember the feeling of holding hands with thousands, and I embrace this world and all her people with my etheric Paravati arms.

My soul longs to live up on a mountain again, but my calling is to remain in the home I was called back to 24 years ago this month. Wow. Time flies! Such a big family, activities of daily living took so much more time when they were small.

I love you all, may your Thursday be blessed!

Thursday’s child has far to go. I was born on a Thursday.

Om Shanti.

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Loving Our Shadows

Loving Our Shadows

The past few months have certainly been quite intense! Been missing y’all and am finally in a space where I can create. This space is both in my surroundings and in myself. It’s taken a good while to get my bearings after moving in, while juggling duties of family life (not quite empty nest, but very, very soon), self healing, giving massages and studying healing modalities like trigger point therapy, acupressure, Thai yoga bodywork, aromatherapy, meditation, crystals and herbs.

Being broken so long ago and limping through life at times and other times running marathons and 100 yard dashes has given me such an intimate relationship with Coyote. The Trickster often guides the way, the way of the fool who happily steps off the precipice into the void. Luckily, my angels always surround me and protect me regardless of what I am going through. And this body gets stronger. Hatha yoga and postural mindfulness and strengthening exercises help a lot, as do my crystal healing baths.

Jupiter in Scorpio til November and the recent several weeks of Mars also in Scorpio brought ample opportunity for shadow work, and it is not all pleasant. But if we deny our shadows, they loom larger and more ominous, and if we turn away from our own shadows in fear we create blocks which require Love to dissolve. That’s what surrendering is all about.

Through the cold month of January and my second anniversary at WordPress, I have had to cocoon myself yet again, for sometimes my wings get torn due to the Trickster laughing in and out of my life. And of course we will call experiences to us until we get the lesson.

I know this and am working on releasing old patterns which no longer serve me, and yet find more work to do yet again.

Being in the eclipse corridor, a sense of timelessness accompanies the thick, juicy energies accompanying our literal transformation as the photon belt has arrived and we are also leaving the cosmic debris of an area in space where a galaxy died, and we have been traveling through this dust and darkness for thousands of years.

But now, as predicted in holy books and prophecies around the world, we come to the end of the Kali Yuga age, the end of the Age of Pisces, and the beginning of the Age of Aquarius.

These are the times of the Rainbow Warriors. Each of us with open hearts are part of the Rainbow Bridge connecting Heaven and Earth.

The time is now, and several more months to explore our shadows.

Also, Uranus is in fiery Aries still, and will be moving into Taurus, which is ruled by Venus, in May, and this is important because Uranus is the planet of electricity and change.

May your Monday be blessed wherever you are on this planet. And remember we are all connected.

A’ho Mitakuye Oyasin. Blessed be. Om Shanti.

The Hall of New Beginnings

The Hall of New Beginnings

Floating between
lifetimes
in the hall of
New Beginnings

this world between worlds

where infinite possibilities

stretch out
across
the imaginary
boundaries
of Time.

This is No-Time
and No-Space,
this Longer Now,
this No-Thing-Ness

place where I am free,

I am loved and loving,
this cloak of pain and scars
softly fading,
my rainbow cloak
brightly glowing,
for I herald from the stars.

Planted in this world of Light
and Shadow to help new beginnings grow.

My children are my garden,
they are the quivering arrows
of life shot from my bow.
They are grown into saplings now,
their roots digging deeper into this earth,
their branches spreading far and wide,
they too are planting gardens,
they too are in this Hall of New Beginnings.
They too herald from the stars.

Healing now,
loving ourselves,
loving each other
Unconditionally,
loving this world and
all her inhabitants
Unconditionally,
we are breathing
and loving the New Earth
into being.

Om Shanti.

Blessed be.

A’ho Mitakuye Oyasin.

© Kamea Moonmaiden

Bring It!

Bring It!

Four weeks ago, I was still in my little flat on stilts, had just found this townhome I am living in now, my first husband had just passed away, had the bilateral sacroiliac injections, and the construction workers began to strip the siding off the balcony, requiring me to dismantle my beloved morning glories and balcony garden.

On a Thursday night that fateful week in October, we had tornado weather here in Oklahoma. When the sirens went off, at first I thought about taking shelter. But my son Adam was quite ill and said he wasn’t moving, and my yogi son was visiting that night, had helped pack some of my mountains of books for me.

I also had four cats with me and only one cat carrier, and could not fathom leaving them.

Soooo, instead of seeking shelter from the storm, I went out on the balcony and faced it head on.

Lo and behold, a tornado was headed straight towards us. I looked that tornado in the face (had just manifested all the money I needed to move in and also to pay my water bill), filled my heart with pure Christ light, and fearlessly shouted, “Bring it!” And it swerved east right at Highway 9, about 1/2 mile south of me. Straight shot.

The unfolding of many last minute miracles along with daily challenges and so much hard work, but all wrapped up in the long arms of Love despite appearances of said challenges, has been a journey of forgiveness and leaps forward in my own growth has occurred!

My wings are here at last, and I know I can sustain this magic, we all can.

It’s now over a year since I was in pain management, and despite the enormous physical challenge of moving out of what I now see was a sort of punishment apartment, (even though I did turn it into a sanctuary, and my balcony garden was beautiful), I have managed to pace myself most days, for when I don’t, this body temple certainly lets me know pretty quickly!

My message for this Tuesday full of Grace, is to know that even if there is only a tiny part of you still healthy and strong, you can heal yourself. There are many paths and many methods, but please don’t put all your faith in any one person (a doctor, for example), or healing method. If someone gives you a negative prognosis or prediction, don’t believe it. Look inside for the Truth.

For all the healing in all the world is right here and right now, in this breath and this heartbeat. When we relax into ourselves, let go of the trauma of the past and stop worrying about the future, we walk in Grace.

Like Jesus said, “My Peace I giveth to you.”

That Peace which passeth understanding. It is not the understanding of this world. For things are never as they seem, my friends, never truly as they seem.

This world of Maya, illusion, the shadowy parts of ourselves showing through intensely right now, bringing secrets to light, provides us ample opportunity to complete this deep, deep stage of our individual and collective journeys.

As Gerold Janpowlski says, “Love is letting go of fear.”

Just breathe. And give thanks.

The Journey Inwards

The Journey Inwards

Every day brings new opportunities for fresh starts. No matter who you are or what your challenges may be, there is a reason for you to be here. You are a miracle. And it’s by noticing the every day miracles around you which increases the Love in the Universe. Love is letting go of fear, our greatest obstacle and from which the most challenging obstacles of darker emotions and feelings arise.

The journey inwards is not an easy one. Many saints have written about the dark night of the soul, or the battle with the dragon. Teachers can only take us to the doorway of the inner labyrinth, but finding the center of the maze and taming our own inner dragon is a solo journey. The quest which must be completed in order to properly use the Force, which we are each given.

Love your self unconditionally, celebrate your uniqueness in this great mosaic tapestry of life. When your journey gets tough and there are not like minded souls around you, seek comfort in Nature. Let Her warm arms comfort you with Her beauty, Her strength and resilience, Her oceans, streams and rivers, Her trees, plants and flowers, her living creatures great and small. See the sparkle in the eyes of the children, and soon you will see that same sparkle in your own eyes, and in the eyes of those around you.

Never let the Light go out in your eyes. Keep shining, my friends, keep shining.

My Miracle Boy

My Miracle Boy


Twenty two years ago today, my labor finally truly began for the birth of my son Nicolas. He was over ten days post dates and I didn’t want an induction or another cesarean, which my daughter Alyssa, baby #4, was born by. A dear friend offered to help me stay at home as long as possible to prevent induction. I did a lot of research and lots of birthing affirmations, like “My body knows how to create a perfect, healthy baby and I will let it.” And, “My body knows how to give birth normally and I will let it.”

After bumpy road rides and some other recommended forms of self induction, my contractions finally began right about 2:00 p.m. that day. I called my friend and we began walking around the block. Alternating with sitting outside on the back patio, enjoying the weather which had become cooler finally as a thunderstorm was coming on in.

About 8:00 p.m. the storm got very close and a clap of thunder struck, breaking my waters. Now for me, every birth became longer and more difficult rather than more quickly and easier. Well, all my babies were big, ranging from 8-10 pounds.

We decided to get to the hospital at that time, for there was some meconium in the water. I labored all night long, walking up and down the halls as long as I could, and sneaking juice and crackers whenever the nurses weren’t in the room.

By about 7:00 o’clock in the morning, my doctor came to check me and decided to start IV fluids. A couple hours later they decided to start me on Pitocin. At that point I had been in so much pain for over 24 hours I asked for an epidural, even though I had hoped to have a completely natural birth.

So they did, and I dozed off for quite while. Woke to the urge to push and called the nurse, who checked me and probably figured it would take me hours to push since I had had an epidural. I pushed once and my baby’s head began to crown. So the nurse held his head back for ten minutes until the doctor arrived. Not my doctor, who had agreed to go with my birthing plan, but a doctor I had never meant before. I pushed twice and he was born, experiencing what is called a precipitous birth.

I told the doctor not to cut the life giving cord which would provide him with oxygen while he adjusted to living outside the womb, and he said in a thick Okie accent, “That’s not the way we do it with meconium.” And so he cut the cord and I swear if I had been able to move my legs I would have kicked his hands away. Then they handed my baby to an attendant, who deep suctioned him before giving him a chance to breathe. So during that process, he inhaled meconium and both his lungs burst. And they didn’t notice a thing was wrong with him while they washed him up and checked him out before giving him to me to nurse.

I tried to nurse but he couldn’t. He was breathing but would just back away and I could sense he was distressed, so I asked them to come check him out again. They took him back to the nursery and checked him out again for about twenty minutes and brought him back to me. By this point, he was already beginning to struggle to breathe, and there was no way he was going to be able to nurse. He was fighting for his life. So this time I called them and was adamant that he be checked out more thoroughly immediately, sensing this was a life threatening emergency.

They took him away and wouldn’t talk to me for hours. Every time I called, the only thing they would say was that he was very sick.

My daughter Nina drove the rest of the kids home and lit a candle and prayed, asking God for a sign that her new baby brother was going to be alright. Then she went in the back yard and a thousand birds flew by. And the day before he was born a Monarch butterfly landed on my belly and stayed there (as I sat resting on the patio behind my house in the warm sun) for about half an hour.

Those were both signs from the Heavenly realm. Signs that angels are watching over us, and especially immediately praying for intervention for a close loved one.

It wasn’t until about midnight that the doctor who saved Nick’s life came in and told us what was going on. They had to give him a chest tube twice and when that didn’t work, on a respirator. He also developed hospital acquired Group B strep septicemia, which they found out the next day. It not only got into his blood, it was in his respiratory and urinary systems. So they had him on all kinds of tubes and was strapped down because he kept yanking them out. My baby boy was a true fighter.

They told us not to touch him for it would make him excited but I insisted I must, knowing a mother’s touch can one of the most healing things for a newborn baby. They told me that was okay as long as I didn’t move my hand. So I held my hand on his little arm, or held it on his chest and looked into his hazel eyes and he looked back at me, and his eyes were clear and bright even though they had him sedated so as to not struggle so much and then another medicine to maintain his blood pressure. He told me without words not to worry, not to be afraid, that he would be okay.

His father was very supportive, as was my doctor, who arranged for me to be able to stay in the hospital for three whole days, due to the circumstances. So we stayed with Nick as much as possible, praying the whole time, and then would go to my room where I used a double Medela pump to provide colostrum for my baby. Then we would go to the chapel and weep and pray.

They told us to prepare ourselves for the worst. Fifty percent of babies who only had the Strep died, they said. And Nick was working on healing his lungs. They said the best case scenario would be that he would need to be on a respirator for at least a month.

So we prayed more, our families joining in. And at the end of his third day of life, his father’s sister and husband who is a pastor and their whole congregation were praying for Nick at the same time my mom and a spiritual group of friends were doing the same – one group in Indiana, my mom’s group in Los Angeles. Us in the middle. And right after we got back from the chapel, for we had been praying at that time too, not knowing about the timing of these serendipitous groups of people praying for our son, the nurse came running down to tell us Nicolas was breathing against the respirator, and she had already begun to turn it down. She was so joyous and we burst into tears and rushed to the nursery. His eyes had brightened even more, and we were told we could hold him the next day.

We had to go home that night, but by 5:00 a.m. I was asking if I could return to be with my baby.

The nurses loved us at that point and said yes. And there he was, respirator off, with a little hood for oxygen over him, NG tube pulled out too!

We were both able to hold him that day, and I was able to rock him and give him a bottle of my very own amazing colostrum. And the next day, I was able to finally nurse him. And my milk was already in, thanks to the powerful double Medela pump.

Next time the NICU doctor checked him, I told her we had prayed for a miracle, and she replied, “Well, it certainly worked! He is doing very well, a beautiful baby boy. He’s a fighter.” And she beamed at us.

He was transferred to the regular nursery the next day, but they kept him until he was 9 days old, a joyous day of returning home with our new baby finally. For we had pretty much lived up at the hospital with him until we could take him home.

And now he is an amazing, strong, loving, creative young man, about to turn 22 years old. Out of all of my six kids, only went through this one scary ordeal which turned into a miracle. And even though every baby is a miracle and I love all mine with all my heart, I will always call Nick Nixta Scheid my miracle boy.

Kaypacha’s Astrology For The Soul, September 21, 2017


This week Kaypacha talks at us from the majestic peaks of Machu Picchu, Peru – such a gorgeous place! This wasn’t uploaded til early this morning because I did check last night – it must be a challenge with all his travelling and also being up in such a remote location at such a high altitude! Although, there are many people there, but he finds a beautiful private spot by a stream to tell us what the alignment of the planets means for us collectively, after giving us a wondrous view of the ruins.

This is a special time in the course of history. Jupiter is coming out of the womb after it retrogrades into Virgo before emerging into Scorpio on October 10. This correlates with Revelations 12 where it describes a woman crowned with 12 stars giving birth. Jupiter will be reborn into the transformational sign of Scorpio and assist us with our deep inner shadow work in the upcoming year. Venus, Mercury and Mars complete the 12 stars.

This is a funky time. Mercury in Virgo is still opposite Neptune in Pisces. Mars is coming in to oppose Neptune as well. The Sun is in opposition to Chiron. There is a lot going on. The Moon is going into Scorpio today, Friday the 23.

(And Happy Autumnal Equinox, my friends!)

Also, the Sun moves into Libra today. Sunday Mars in Virgo will be in direct opposition to Neptune in Pisces. Monday Mercury is squaring Saturn in Sagittarius. Jupiter has been in opposition to Uranus all year while moving forward til now, after direct pass and a short retrograde period, it will move into direct opposition before its final pass and entrance into Scorpio.

Tuesday the Moon will be in Sagittarius in exact conjunct with Black Moon Lilith and Saturn. THe Sun is making a T-square to Black Moon Lilith and Chiron and loosely Saturn.

Next week Mercury comes up and does the same thing. These are butt kicking aspects! Even Kaypacha’s butt is being kicked, and he is a master teacher. But still human like the rest of us.

Mars represents the will and Mercury our thoughts and ego – in Virgo this propels us to analyze, make perfect according to my will, what I think is perfect and needs to be fixed, but Neptune comes along, just like a hurricane, an earthquake, a tidal wave, and shakes things up.

Neptune is magic, great mystery – and we are never going to figure it out – we are just tiny specks in the great cosmos, (even though at the same each of us contains the entire cosmos within us). Neptune in Pisces encourages us to listen to the Spirits of the earth, to get out in Nature, speak, listen, lay out under the starry night sky and watch shooting stars. When we really see what’s going on with Nature, it can be so humbling.

Saturn moves into Capricorn on 12/20, so we are moving from fire and air into earth and water. Things are going to get heavy. There are deep, dark mysteries coming to the surface. Freud called it the unconscious, while Jung called it the collective unconscious. (I personally relate a great deal more to Carl Jung and his thoughts on archetypal patterns in the collective psyches of humanity).

Many of us may find ourselves either sensing or seeing multidimensional beings, spirits, faeries, and noticing our interconnectedness with all of Nature.

When we analyze, there are no reasons, only intentions. We each have primary soul intentions and lessons we came here to learn. Trauma, crisis, betrayal, disaster, loss of house, love, relationships – all these take us down the rabbit hole. It is like the matrix getting kicked out of the matrix. We can lose our identity, not know what to do, go through periods of no clarity or light. We have to let go and lose it and then we are reborn.

This time of mystery is very educational. A time where we can see teh hand of God, the mind of Creator, the will of Source. It’s essential to surrender when we have no choice, or the body may give out, or there it may feel like there is no more left to give, but there is! Grace, redemption, power greater than our conscious ego has a plan for us. Even Gaia shrinks down and is humbled by the Great Mystery.

Pay attention to dreams, images, bodily sensations, insomnia – and drink lots of water, get rest when the body calls for it.

Virgo in the 6th house is all about routine, while Neptune and Chiron oppose this (with my Moon in Pisces, no wonder routine is hard for me, I am more about spontaneity when the appointments are met, and the work is done).

Even though Chiron and Pluto are the tiniest planets, they represent the power to die and resurrect. So now is the time to be witness to ourselves. Pay attention – what is the message Spirit is giving here? There is a Divine will acting in our lives. We focus on ourselves, money, sex, material things, etc., which all make us distracted and we have to wake up and look beneath the surface.

There are powerful forces acting on the planet. We can below to the club. We can become shamans and magicians that uses these forces and subtle energies and delve into the deeper mysteries and purpose of life (or remember that we already are and that is why we returned to Gaia at this pivotal time in history). This is where we really become healer and master of our own lives.

Scorpio represents mastery. Water signs take ego out, evolve feelings. Pay attention to them and to the gut and listen, make the necessary changes and do the work.

This week’s mantra: As the old order dissolves into chaos
as a prerequisite for the new birth,
I see Spirit’s intentional restructuring Mother Earth.
These intense events show us the workings of our soul
and really are what are here to know, master, and ultimately
heal.

These intense events teach us to look at the footprints, follow those footprints and hunt for the mystery.

Namaste. Aloha. So. Much. Love.

(Finally able to type up a summary of my favorite astrologer’s weekly Pele Report – all these aspects have been kicking my butt in a major way, but I am strong and I am whole, and I am here for a reason, just like each of us, so am giving myself permission to heal and to blog, because even typing up another’s words and adding a few asides is very healing for me. I used to be a medical transcriptionist. Transcribing Kaypacha – although not word for word – is much more gratifying even though it’s just a service of love).

Rainbow Blessings of Love and Light, my friends. Blessed be.