No More Sides

No More Sides

Pick a card,
choose a side,
but don’t ever
look inside,
it’s so much better
to duck and hide
from each other.

Be afraid, be so afraid
of every difference
that you see,
look through the lens
only partially,
locally,
not globally.

Ahh but don’t you
see, that inside
we are always free,
and when we look inside
we see,
the true face of
humanity.

It’s not our differences
that matter,
but all the ways
we are the same,
one family we be,
part of Gaia’s giving tree,
we can be free.

Embracing Oneness as our path,
diversity delights us at last,
And hand in hand we stand up
collectively.

We stand up for each other,
for our planet, She is our mother,
And what we do to her,
we do to each other.

And what we do to one another,
we do to ourselves,
In La’kesh,
we are connected,
I am another you.
And I wish always
the best for you.

Deep breaths now,
the time has come to band together,
to hold our candles in the rain,
as the world has gone insane,
fighting wars,
so much pain,
but in the center there is calm,
And that calm is where we be,
powerfully connected,
And Love will set us free!

© Kamea Moonmaiden 10/2017

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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.

Golden Keys in Children’s Literature

Golden Keys in Children’s Literature

Pondering on the dream I had almost two years ago, about all the masters, saints, avatars, wise ones, earth angels and boddhisatvas were gathered on a high flat mountain plateau like the one in Taos. The air itself was golden and a loud voice declared, “Ho, Dragon Slayers. The time has come to cease slaying the Dragon. You are all now to be Dragon Tamers. And all the keys will be found in the ancient texts, myths, holy books,songs and stories of all times.

For we are the writers of this epic human story, and it is huge. The whole Universe has been joyously awaiting our ascension into the Golden Age.

Even children’s books and fairy tales hold the keys. The Chronicles of Narnia give keys to dealing with planetary transformation, and also sacrifice, overcoming the deep dark secrets of magic through innocence and surrender, only to achieve resurrection, overturning the ancient dark secrets with the older magic of LOVE. Aslan, for C.S. Lewis, represents Jesus Christ. But also God, the creator of Narnia, and also providing the doorway into the new world when corruption brings Narnia to its demise. And the paradise he takes Lucy, Edmund, Peter and Susan is far more real and beautiful than either Narnia or Earth could ever be. “Farther up and further in!” Asian joyously sings as he leads his beloved children to their true home. Of course all their loved ones are there, for they have crossed over the rainbow bridge through a dirty stable door. Things are not always as they seem. The false prophet, an ape disguised as Aslan, is the one who brought war and corruption across the land. Perhaps Lewis was also prophetic, for there certainly are familiar themes in American politics (and other countries as well) going on today.

The two other books coming to my mind currently, containing golden keys to taming the Dragon are Heidi and The Secret Garden. Both stories emphasize the healing power of Nature. Both Heidi and Mary Collins from The Secret Garden lose their mothers at an early age. Mary also loses her father. Both are sent to live with relatives. Both have issues at first with their new homes, but after spending time out in Nature, each with a friend who guides them (Peter the goat herd in Heidi, and Dickon, the animal and nature loving brother of Martha, Mary’s nurse maid in The Secret Garden).

And they both have cousins who are crippled. Well to do children who are given everything their doctors and nurses and busy, mostly absent fathers can think of, except fresh air, sunshine and nature. Both are motherless as well. In both stories the heroines undergo deep personal transformation and healing, trials and tribulations, and after Nature teaches them her secrets, they share this golden key with their crippled cousins. Mary Collins’ cousin is Colin, Heidi’s cousin is Clara.

It is upon taking these children outside, Colin to the Secret Garden, and Clara to the Swiss Alps where Heidi returns to live with her beloved and troubled grandfather, that they both achieve true healing, within and without, and learn to walk again. And while Heidi and Mary are the facilitators and Nature the golden key, the other golden key is within each of them and each of us.

Which leads me to a scene in The Secret Garden where Mary and Colin are talking about the Universe. And Colin tells her about a holy man, one so holy that if one should be blessed to look into his mouth, one would see the whole universe. Mary argues with him about this idea, declaring it illogical, and Colin says it doesn’t have to make sense.

I feel Frances Hodges Burnett and Johanna Spyri were pointing out the golden keys to healing in these magical tales, just as Lewis was in the Narnia tales, for meditation can take us to other realms within.

As above, so below. As without, so within.

It is clearly evident this Mars and Mercury conjunct in Cancer along with the Sun opposing Pluto in Capricorn is causing some extreme behavior (and bizarre, and horrific) on the global scene, but at the same time people are praying, people are healing, people are gathering together and rising up for human rights and for our only planet.

There’s been times when I fell into despair and couldn’t get out of bed much due to many challenging health issues and depression (listing them anymore is claiming them and am done with that as best as possible). And then when I began spending more time outside, doing yoga, planting herbs for my cooking, coloring mandalas, meditating and going to my own inner sun did I begin to truly heal on a deep cellular level.

And we all are healing. We are each little holograms of the Universe, and we must be like hollow bones and keep our vessels pure.

Namaste, my friends. Blessed be.

Dancing With Trickster

Dancing With Trickster

Trickster always comes laughing.

He sees me stumble, sees me lose it
sometimes completely lose my sense of reason,
He sees me freak out and cry out in pain,
and he comes laughing.

He shows me how to learn
from those stumbling times,
how to laugh even when I am afraid,
how to be a bad ass spiritual warrior,
how to learn to not be wounded anymore,
how to sit still and listen
to this body,
this body talks
and can transform
bit by bit
and by leaps and bounds –

you choose the style
and together we can dance
and laugh with Trickster,
for He is here to help us learn.

He leads us to the dance
of the Rainbow Dream Warriors.

© Kamea Moonmaiden

Paradoxes

Paradoxes

To be here
and not here,
parallel universes
obvious and apparent,
for things have
gotten strange.

Yet we are still here,
and despite the strangeness
and obvious brutality
of the dying patriarchal paradigm,
we are birthing ourselves
into a new world,
for we are the children of the sun,
And no task is too mighty
for us to accomplish United.

This is why they seek to divide us,
by shade of skin,
the ways we pray,
the ways we vote,
how much money we make,
how able bodied we are,
our choice of gender and sexual identity.

So we rise up everywhere
for our freedoms,
which are naturally inherent,
as are our rights
to clean air, clean water,
unadulterated food.
And the right to not be
brutalized because of skin color
or religion,
or living in a country
filled with oil,
we rise up and demand peace!

They will try to keep us distracted
by scandal after scandal,
all while attacking the planet and
her people with a whole new
flavor of ferocity,
for they are so afraid of the
progress we have made,
they would have it all undone,
for the sake of white supremacy
the hierarchical man
with the plan
of destruction.

We are at war
yet we are also at peace,
people everywhere choosing
this path, praying, meditating,
finding we are so much
more than we ever dreamed,
and United we can make a change,
we can save this world,
but first we have to learn
to live with each other.

This is the golden key which
opens the door to the New Age.
The journey is still long and hard,
yet we are closer than ever before.
So keep shining, hold onto
and Love one another,
for it is Love that sets us free.
So things are crazy and miraculous
at the same time.
The old world is dying,
the new is being born.
Mad folk run war machines,
while magic folk embrace
shamanism, serenity, transformation.

We rise up together for every cause.
People marching in the streets,
people bringing peace,
choosing peace,
people brave enough
to bring new life
into this topsy turvy world,
we are the children of the sun.
We are the Golden ones.

Namaste.

© Kamea Moonmaiden

The Time Has Come

The Time Has Come

The time has come
Venus winks and showers
lessons of Love and healing,
Chiron limping the wounded
warrior way, learning through
suffering, falling to fly.

All the planets line up
to lend a hand, as
humanity gathers for
our final stand.
All great tales share
this journey we are
sharing, these days
of the end of illusion,
these days of transformation,
these days of ascension.

The sun and moon lead the show,
as angels blow their trumpets
and rainbow warriors of every color,
from every corner of this world
rise up and begin to paint the
Rainbow Bridge.

This Rainbow Bridge was first
painted by warriors long lost,
who danced the Ghost Dance
connecting Heaven and Earth,
who tapped into power so raw and so real,
the terrified white cowardly soldiers
shot the dancing warriors, the mothers with
their babies, the elders and the children.

The Heavens themselves cried out as new
rivers ran red with the blood of this massacre.
Yet some dancers lived, some lived to preserve
this Lakota dance from Wounded Knee.

The time has come to heal the pain
of the wars and genocide mankind has
inflicted upon one another.
The time has come to activate
the crystal skulls.
The time has come to purify
and cleanse the waterways and rivers,
to work together building the new earth
where we see our oneness with each other,
where we plant seeds of love instead of war,
where we respect each other and all of creation,
as we join the rainbow warriors from all
four corners of this earth
in this most joyous celebration
since the dawn of time.

The celebration heralding the Age of Aquarius,
a brand new age bringing with it solutions
for all the problems plaguing humanity,
for all solutions shall be revealed.

Once we stop being so afraid of our differences,
we shall be amazed at how much more quickly
our common solutions shall be realized.

We are here. It is time. Remember to breathe, my friends.

Namaste.

© Kamea Moonmaiden

Kaypacha’s Pele Report, December 29, 2016

Kaypacha’s Pele Report, December 29, 2016

The last Pele Report of 2016, Tom takes us on a lovely journey (as usual), as he gives us this week’s aspects and then explains them so well. Yesterday we had the New Moon in Capricorn, a good time to reflect, and as it falls at the end of the year, we have much to reflect upon right now. Turning inward feels natural and is healing right now.

Saturn in Sagittarius is square Chiron in Pisces. Jupiter in Libra is opposite Uraus in Aries, but hold on because Uranus is going direct for the first time in six months and will be stationing and then moving back into Pisces.

Saturday, New Year’s Eve, we have Mars in Pisces conjunct Neptune in Pisces which brings an urgency with it, and the potential for a most excellent celebration that night, so please be sure to call a taxi or Uber for a ride home, it’s better to be safe than sorry.

I am hoping to go to a yoga New Year’s party where magic, acroyoga, free yoga, snacks and other fun stuff is going to be going on.

Tomorrow the moon goes void of course for 18 hours. Tom says he could go on for hours about the moon without any aspects, especially for 18 hours. The main point I got out of this is that the hand of the Goddess is directly upon us, shaping our destinies, and we have to be strong.

We have lots of planets all hanging out in common signs for interesting aspects. Capricorn, Aquarius, and Pisces are the cool places in the galaxy for the Sun, the Moon, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Chiron and the south node of the moon.

This blesses us with a very objective, impersonal perspective right now, pulling us literally from within ourselves. It’s not time to hide any longer. The subjectivity of this human experience is of course still valid and we each have our own story, but right now we need to look at the big picture. At what each and every one of us is doing to the planet, of how we are living, and how the choices we make each day are going to affect the lives of all the future generations on Gaia. He brings up the Dakota Access Pipeline again, which is a no brainer for anyone who believes in the right for human beings to have clean water. There is still not clean water in Flint, Michigan, and there isn’t in Chandler, Oklahoma, either. There are many more places as well. And all pipelines do leak, it’s not a question of if, but of when.

Kaypacha says it is time to focus and prepare ourselves for the big changes ahead. And to remember there is an objective intelligence outside and beyond our control, all our lives it’s someone, first our parents, then our teachers, the police, the government, leaders and dictators, religious leaders, movie stars, millionaires – anyone we look up to as a person whom we respect and admire. One of the big changes we need to embrace is that each and every single one of us makes a difference! it is going to take a lot of hard work, but we are amazing! And we’re up to the job. Water is Life! Mni Wiconi.

This week’s mantra: The older and more objective
I get, the more I can clearly see
the world needs some serious attention
not just another party for me.

So let’s start blessing the waters, cleaning up the messes, recycling, reducing, and reusing. Let’s help each other and get community gardens wherever possible. Because together, we make a great team, Humanity.

Kaypacha’s farewell: Namaste. Aloha. So. Much. Love.

Kamea’s farewell: Rainbow Blessings. Om namaha shivaya.

Oh, and Happy New Year’s!