Tea with the Muse

Hello Everyone,The greatest human power begins here, with step one. Step one is a choice for consciousness and for navigating your own narrative. Around here we often call it,Tea with the Muse. A time to listen for your own voice above all the others. Join us for On Uncommon Grounds this weekend, it’s a gift hereJoin us to paint the Muse of MagicsShiloh Sophia Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

Dear Ones, I just spent three days with 125 women virtually and 25 women in Sonoma. Sharing my heart, the teachings of the muse, and the integration of the critic. This is where my painting is at and where the poem emerged this morning. Dedicated to color of women 2025!!! I love co-leading with two of my best friends, Lavender and Amber. Powerful women that light up my heart.🩷🩷🩷Shiloh Sophia P.S. check Musea.org to paint with usThere is a MUSE of Magics class coming up….The Muse of Prima MateriaThe MuseShe rises up from underground riversShe shimmies down from stardust dreamsWild horses ride the roads of her hairBirds of every color perch on her branchesIn her pocket, a silvery lizard rides shotgunOn her cowgirl hat, a tiny gold spider spins talesShe winks at me, I blush in dozens of rosesBecause my Muse is beautiful and funny andWe like each otherThe MuseShe constellates from my ancient root systemRemembering red ochre markings on cave wallsShe comes to me from the portals of every houseI have ever lived in, and reminds me, I have choiceI have voice… I have choice… I have voice….My Muse mantra releases hidden butterfliesToday, in her leopard print sunglassesIn her glittering magenta lipgloss kissShe is impossibly bossy, and I like it, Swack!The MuseShe says to me: Girl, it’s time to sing it!Sing what? I ask. Yes, she replies, Yes!Her cryptic responses vibrate everywhereEvery sensual opening humming with lifeHoney Bees fly around my head, their hummingLights sweet sparks of ancient creative fireI know what she meansThe sacred language of all women:Mother Tongue, Yes it’s Mother Tongue timeThe MuseThe prima materia of the Muse is:Truth so sharp it bears a double-edge bladeThe original substance of creation, is me-in-matterMy stardust bones, my lightening mind fires & wiresShe says to me: You are the universe, universingas You, act like it, won’t you? Come on now!The Mother Tongue of the Muse is a kiss of fireand a bad attitude that’s just so goodThe MuseHer invitation to play just makes me happy Let this be our unquiet revolutionAgainst all odds, a council of misfitsGathers to enjoy life amidst the chaos that swirlsBrazen, unapologetic, extra extra womenI will see you there, at the Red Thread CaféTea with the Muse is not just a good ideaIt’s Ritual Access to our Mother TongueLet’s speak, let’s sing, let’s sway, let’s prayLet’s Create!!Shiloh Sophia Laughing Cloud Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

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An invitation to tea. You are the universe embodied. A cooling sack of starsHow will you orient yourself within these times?* Is this an enforced crisis? My opinion is in here.* with all that is happening, where are we? Well where are you choosing to be* how taking time for yourself can REALLY serve you in your orientation* our art matriarch’s essential question - who lives in here * what about that identity if yours - what do they have to say* with climate change and war and insecurity, chosen consciousness is key* life saving tea timeLet’s breathe together.Shiloh Sophia Sue and I prepping for my first art show…1994So here we are. But where exactly are we? Here we are right in the middle of an evolutionary change that's at such a magnificent scale that it's hard for us to grasp where we are. Whether we're looking at economics, food, war unemployment, politics. No matter where we're looking, we can see that we're in a different place than we've been before. And we find ourselves wondering, what in the world are we going to do? Like 10 years ago, our activism looked different. The things that matter to us, diversity inclusion literally just equal rights for all let alone a freedom to pursue happiness. It's different now because we are at a level of enforced crisis. I say enforced because it's manipulated and created. Because the climate is speeded up to the degree that we can't evolve at the same degree that the needs of the planet are changing. Prophecies have indicated we are in different versions of end times, even though they name it something different. Meanwhile, many of us have friends and family who also appear to think that there's a lot of really good things happening. And there are a lot of really good things happening. So there's a question of where are we now as a species, as a people? But then there's just: Where are you now? Where are you orienting yourself inside of your own experience? Are you choosing your relationship to “What Is” or just responding and reacting to the things around you? Will you pause with me right now and just take a breath? You know, let's change that. Let's not say take a breath.Just receive a breath. Because the breath is happening naturally. The most beautiful things in life. The birds building the nest on the porch right now. The rising of the sun over the trees. The most beautiful things in life right now. have always been the most beautiful things. Of course, to be loved. Of course, to have a nest, to build a little family. To have beauty. And sometimes even quiet. To have enough. I think the sad and sometimes sorrowing and harrowing reality is that we know it could be different. We know it didn't have to be this way. And we don't know what to do.We're not sure where to turn. Yet somewhere deep inside of ourselves we know that we've been a part of creating, this at whatever level, you or your ancestors, or any way we look at it, we're all one, we're all interconnected. So we're all creating this and it doesn't appear right now as if we're going to be able to uncreate it in any amount of time that's going to make the biggest difference in terms of species going extinct or climate change, natural disasters. So the thing we have is our consciousness, our relationship to ourselves, the observer looking out from these eyes. Are you still breathing?Sue Hoya Sellers, our art matriarch, used to ask this question: Who lives in here? And she would tap her body. Who is it? What identity has colonized this particular matter called my body? Which she called my sacred address. A sacred address. A space or place where identity inhabits inside of a bubble called soul that appears to have traveled with us. Since the beginning of creation. If you are a cooling sack of stars. That iron which makes your blood red. Is the iron from exploding stars. Everything that's in your body. is also the universe, not everything that's in the universe is in your body but everything that's in your body is in essence the universe so you are an identity embodying the universe in the shape of you who is that what do they want what do they see what do they know what medicine are they holding. Are you breathing with me? Just ask the question, who lives in here? Just for an hour, get a journal and a cup of tea or coffee and sit outside bundled up in the morning light and just ask, who lives in here? And begin to write. Because when you are really in relationship with this being who lives in here, this soul that's inhabiting this incarnate form at this time, you gain access to greater wisdom, some hope beyond hope, some sacred technologies that were different than ones this lifetime. An inner knower, an intuitive being. They are here. You are here. So where are we now? We are right here.And when we're here, then we have the power to navigate because we come from a place of choice.But if you just rush into your day without stopping and breathing, without a little cafe, a little tea with the muse, it's hard

A beautiful photo of a community member holding another community members baby at MUSEA. Seeing the mother over her shoulder, seeing her face. Follow Chaos is the New Black Substack Purchase Your Copy of Chaos is the New BlackMy moms - Jonathan’s new book is dedicated to our moms Thank you mamas *Correction to the audio - I said public instead of private, only discovered that in the transcription - sorry.Pride, Gate-Keeping and Keeping the Heart Open During AI InfiltrationI have two moms and I'm proud of it. I have pride that I was raised in a family of matriarchs. I have a father too. Just because I'm raised by matriarchs doesn't mean it's anything against the fathers or the men. It's Pride Weekend. San Francisco is hustling and bustling with the freedom that we have fought to maintain.It wasn't so very long ago that women didn't wear pants on TV. It wasn't so very long ago that if someone came out being gay, their readership and viewership dropped. Can you remember how long ago it was that you had to be married to own property if you were a woman? This entire nation has been built on injustice and inequity.We know that already. But today, we celebrate with pride the idea that people get to love who they want, how they want, when they want, in the way that they want. We celebrate that people get to choose who they are and how they are and yes, that includes the gender that they are.Everything is changing. It's curious that this event, this idea is called Pride, which is still a reaction to that we were shamed about who we were. When I look at the rainbow flag and the changes, the addition of the black stripe and the circle, and looked it up to see what all the changes meant to that rainbow, which represents so much, not just for people who identify within it, but for the community members and the family members and the people that love people who love, however they want. I was raised to believe I could love whoever I wanted. And I can.And you can too. But just in this exact moment of feeling the pride for loving who we love, how we want to, when we do, and whoever we do, in whatever way we want, I just want to pause and notice that it's still a reaction to shame. Moving out of reaction-based behavior is one of my life practices at this time. It's one of the things I teach all the time in Intentional Creativity. It's asking the question: What would I spend my life force on if I wasn't reacting and forming organizations and statements and images that are in reaction to injustice and the right way to do things. Because we have to protect, we have to guard, we have to be a gatekeeper of our rights. As Bob Marley says: Emancipate yourself from mental slavery. None but ourselves can free our minds. Yes, they're going for our minds. But they're not just going for our minds, they're also going for our hearts. But they're not just going for our hearts, they're going for our gut. They're not just going for our gut, they're going for our private parts. Right now, We live in a world where we have to defend what is precious, what is vulnerable, and what is fragile. Right now we are in a situation, y'all, that requires us to be hypervigilant, that requires us to be gatekeepers in a way that we haven't had to be before. And I can't help but think about how so many of us, our brains are not wired, not even wired, to digest the level of information that we're dealing with.Predatorial energy is here at an all new level. And in our community, it's been increasing for the past two weeks. I'm pretty sure most of you know this, but I'm just saying it anyway. This is part of my Pride day, which is just to say, we must all learn to be gatekeepers, to protect ourselves. And how sad that we need to do that. But we do. The AI infiltration is happening in a huge way across the majority of social and tech platforms where people gather. It's all a setup. The gig is rigged and we know it. Otherwise, we wouldn't have to be so proud and defend against the shaming.Why does it have to be such a big deal to love how we love and identify how we identify? Why? ~ in other news…Our private group on Facebook, which is called the Red Thread Cafe, now has a bot asking people creative questions. We got it out one time and it just came back and I just blocked the effort.I know that Facebook was a free service and I can't expect privacy. Why is an AI bot asking creative questions such a problem? It's harmless, right? It wants to know about our creative practices. Wrong. It's not harmless at all. We have an app. It's called iMusea. We have private groups for our students, but the main thread remains open and has since 2020. Again, we've barely had an incident with unwanted app peeps, but this week we had a whole bunch of, “men” “artists” come in and start messaging people and posting ridiculously fake art. Yeah, you drew that little puppy, did you? Yeah.I pay over $600 a month for this app so our students can get off of the social platforms and interac

Sunrise in Santa Fe on my recent journeyGood Morning Dear Ones,There certainly is a lot to pray about right now. Today’s offering shares:A bit of my spiritual ancestral rootsAn invitation to pray standing, pray and sway with me, in community My Grandmother’s hands knitting the world as it unravelsThe history of Mother Mary being moved out to th gardenExploring your name for MaThe Cult of DeathA story of when Sue, our lineage ancestor went to see Amma and more…With love,Shiloh Sophia Lots of upcoming events are happening - come see at www.musea.org“This bio-power was without question an indispensable element in the development of capitalism; the latter would not have been possible without the controlled insertion of bodies into the machinery of production and the adjustment of the phenomena of population to economic processes. But this was not all it required; it also needed the growth of both these factors, their reinforcement as well as their availability and docility; it had to have methods of power capable of optimizing forces, aptitudes, and life in general without at the same time making them more difficult to govern.” Michel FoucaultUnedited TranscriptWe Pray StandingIn the sanctuary of my Ancestors, we pray standing. It's a beautiful thing to see. To look around and see people in their colorful clothing, many of them barefoot. Scarves, babies, little ones, families, nuns. Standing and moving. Moving about the sanctuary. I'm the only one rocking back and forth as I stand. But still, I pray standing. My Ancestors on my father's(Gregory Davis) side are from the Ukraine, so my great grandfather was Ukrainian Orthodox. In the center of the sanctuary is not a cross of death. That came much later when Catholicism split off from Orthodoxy. They moved the cross from the left, which was one of the stations of the story, and put it in the middle and moved the mother and her child on their throne to the left, if you're facing the altar. And then eventually... Many of the churches of the West took Mary outside into the garden and most of them took the baby out of her arms. (A change from life in the center to death in the center)So she went from the center, ruling, to the side watching death of her child and then all the way out to the garden, and then no baby in her arms. Making her pure and virgin, and almost untouchable to women. This evolution of image happens over thousands of years. The French philosopher Michel Foucault talks about this idea of how the image of the feminine and of women changes intentionally. We don't even notice that she's moved from her place in the center. Life in the center. Not death in the center. We've made a cult of death. Not of resurrection. Not of birth. Not of rebirth. But of death itself. Now, I'm not saying that death doesn't come and is a part of our natural cycle of life. But the way that we've been doing it over the past 8,000 years is a colonization, not just of lands and cultures, but of the minds and hearts of the people who have centered ourselves in death.So I pray standing. Because it keeps me awake. It keeps me aware. It keeps me listening as if the soles of my feet have ears. I pray with eyes open, looking around me. Now that I am not in the sanctuary of my ancestors in the way that I once was. I am now facing a stand of trees that have become my cathedral and the birds my choir. While I have chosen not to speak out against the church of my ancestors because they are my blood and I am their blood. Still, I must speak to you from the place where I am, where life, a mother and child, sits at the center of my awareness. In our community, we just call her Ma, ancient root mother tongue.Ma. So today, as I pray standing, swaying, I call on the name of Ma. Ma. Ma, ever-emergent Ma. Let us stand with you in prayer right now. Beings gathered throughout the world right in this moment. praying, standing.And if you are listening, would you pray standing with me? Would you stop your multitasking and all the things that seem more important and just come with me now? Will you imagine with me hundreds, thousands, millions of people praying, standing, swaying and chanting the name Ma. Ma. ma. mama. Long, long ago in a different lineage, our beautiful neighbor Alice Walker brought Sue Hoya Sellers, our art matriarch, to see Amma, the hugging saint, who herself had to break ranks with her tradition in order to do what she does. And certainly that has turned out well. ( Speaking to being a female guru in a culture that has tried hard to only have men, and other allegations)I'm thinking of her, Amma, now because very recently a Native American composer who has lit up my heart, wanted so badly to give me something one day, and she gave me roses from Amma and I sang to her this chant… which I will sing to you now as we pray standing. Just through coming into presence, prayer coming into presence, even if you don't know the names to call or the songs to sing or what to pray about or how t

Today I turn 55 and the storm is brewing outside. The wild flowers sway in the afternoon wind. Today I'm 55. Today I'm open to life and life is open to me.My body temple serves me well. I experience pleasure by choice in hundreds of tiny and miraculous ways all throughout my days.I grieve the suffering also by choice in solidarity with the world. I weave my colorful threads in the great basket unfolding and reweaving itself. I have lived my purpose. I am self-expressed and I love it. I love it. While there is always more to do and be and learn, I am complete today.The story being told is my own legend. Self lives here in me and we are good. My cooling sack of stars is lit up by a love that feels ancient and intact. A woman stands outside drumming, singing in an ancient tongue as I begin this message to you. I have no children of my own living.I have few elders of my own living. Family as I knew it feels like something in the past, we do not gather the way that we used to. I love my family and yet find myself wondering about the next version of chosen family in the day-to-day life. I am sovereign and at times feel very alone in what I am carrying as a soul. I know you know what I'm talking about. Perhaps my biggest surprise is my intentional community. The pure joy of this lifetime is this big, big love. Intentional community. Intentional creativity. Many muses in many lands with many hands.Today, all of my marriage bonds are complete this lifetime. I am complete in and of myself. As I lay down the burden of my lineage, of my grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's called: compromise to survive. The home, the elusive home I've always sought, must now become my own living heart.This is the practice, and the rest is the great adventure. At least that's what Mama said. So we shall see what mother life reveals in me now. I offer my services into the great weave of creation. The mountains have become my sisters, and the rivers have become my brothers.And the plants and the animals, my cousins and the genderless trees, they are my parents now. I feel a kind of orphaning. It's not the same kind as many orphans, but there's something stirring. So I lean into the trees. Yes, I am she. She. But beyond the need for definition lies this strange freedom.May the poetry of life's longing make of me a pen of reverence. May the painting of the world's beauty make of me a brush of radiance. May the ceremony of the ancestors sing through me now and now and now. I used to say to the divine, use me. Now I say to the divine, show me.Make the path clear and may there be really good coffee with honey and cinnamon and cream and morning sun always in my cup. There's a feeling I have of almost having transcended sovereignty and entered into a unity with the natural world. Not so much a dissolving, but an integrating.Because becoming one with wildflowers in the desert after the rain is such a good idea. Many of the names I have called myself were given to me by others and fathers and also men who did not provide the nourishment this wildflower needed. Thank you, Grandmother Eden, for the name McCloud.She chose it for herself as an elder, And me and my loved ones, we share it like breaking bread. I have swallowed a new secret name. I have swallowed a new secret name. A true name which can only be given by one's self after a long and dangerous journey in the inner landscape of human being.You know, this all sounds really dramatic. And it is. But it's also very quiet. I would whisper it if I could. This message is signed in the white cosmos of the Santa Fe desert that appear overnight after the rain. I am here. I'm with a group of over 25 women, but I'm not telling anyone here it's my birthday. But I've told you. Glory be in this fragile strength of becoming. An elder in training is reborn.Shiloh Sophia Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

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I can’t follow directions. I only have a high school education. I am challenged to know my left from my right, but I can build a website.I have just returned from my father’s memorial and I haven’t found words to talk about it yet, but this is what came out. This episode is an exploration into my limitations and my gifts. Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

What is consciousness? Does it have anything to do with time? Space and place? what do you think it is? Do you know how to operate it? Do you know how to get a little bit more of it when you want to?Today’s riff invites us into conscious chosen awareness.* Become just a little bit more conscious than you were a few minutes ago* Explore juicy inquiries regarding time and it’s relationship to consciousness* Be in the lived practice of becoming conscious of becoming conscious* Explore how awareness of life force may be one of the missing gems in the jewel of consciousness I just finished teaching a seven day long retreat with my dear friends, Amber and Mary called Legend. This is one of the layers of my painting.Mother’s Day blessings to each one of you. Whenever I speak of consciousness, I always think of my mothers.🩷Shiloh Sophia Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

Listen in for an invitation to become who you are. You don’t have to invent a new self and a new story. It’s already all within you. If you’ve been looking for your tribe, listen to this. Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

Good morning, beautiful beings, today’s spontaneous spoken word is here for those of us who want a new beginning yet need to honor the past. There’s an invitation here to slow down instead of rushing forward, to pay attention to the chemistry of transition and the sacred tension between where you were and where you’re headed. So many teachers talk about the significance of being in presence and in the now - because there is something here not to be missed. You get to curate the future. If you do not choose to do that, it will just become without your consent. Be a designer. Chart your course. Change your story. Shiloh Sophia Come gather with the MUSEA community in this complimentary 4 hour class called INSIGHT. Over 3000 women have taken this class and you are sure to love it. Come see what happens when you hand over the keys and go just off the map - don’t stop at the fairy cottages even if they offer you cake. May 1, consider joining us for the LEGEND Course hereApril 15-28 Color of Woman Applications are open Monthly Gathering for our MUSEUM Society - Riding a Beam of Light Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

You won’t want to miss today’s episode on a fundamental shift in consciousness regarding scarcity and abundance and our relationship to creation. There really is enough to go around, we just aren’t living that potential out, because scarcity is enforced. * You are enough and there is enough, here’s why* Making a big change in our view of what abundance is without bypassing * How I overcame scarcity yesterday on a drive up the mountain * Activating chemistry which supports seeing things in your life in new ways. View from Sonoma Mountain of Moon Mountain Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

Hello Beings of the World,I know I know, lots to do and see and be. Lots of chaos and breakdown. But also this: Making time for you - making time for art. Making time to have tea with the MUSE.Come gather with the MUSEA community in this complimentary 4 hour class called INSIGHT. Over 3000 women have taken this class and you are sure to love it. Come see what happens when you hand over the keys and go just off the map - don’t stop at the fairy cottages even if they offer you cake. May 1, consider joining us for the LEGEND Course hereApril 15-28 Color of Woman Applications are open Monthly Gathering for our MUSEUM Society - Riding a Beam of Light I will see you in circle,Shiloh Sophia TRANSCRIPTHello beloved ones. Welcome to this episode of Tea with the Muse. This is Shiloh Sophia with an invitation and a poem. The poem I'm going to be reading is from 2019. And it is a poem that came out of a painting process. And the painting process is called Insight.Join us for this complimentary four-hour class with the Muse to open your heart and your mind to hidden insight. Experience a deeper level of intuition and guidance. And ignite your imagination through right and left brain. You can go to musea.org backslash insight and sign up. complimentary four-hour class just for you.And here's the poem that came from it. It's called Meet Me Off the MapThe keys you have been looking for are in the hands of your hidden self. The riddle is you have to know where to find that self and how to request the keys.If it was that easy, you would have already found your way in. The locked doors and boarded up windows and cages without hinges that can hold you tight may litter the landscape of your everyday experience, may clutter up the clarity of your truest voice and vision.That's why seeking the keys of the hidden self is essential soul work. That is why you keep looking. You just know there's something more, to you. After all, you are mostly stardust, you know. Surely that means you are meant to shine. The adventure to discovering your hidden self can be quite dangerous to your default settings,and your comfort levels, because the critic may stand and say: Hey you, there's no way in, and there are no keys to find, and you, my dear, are wasting your time and your mind.The voice of your muse may seem oddly silent in the cacophony of mixed messages. You may find yourself saying,Now where did that dream run off to, and how did I end up here again? Is this what I came here for? What's missing? Ah, that is a good question. Most of us trudge on, seeking but not finding, asking but not really knowing the way, lost in a seemingly endless to-do list.Making the time to have tea with the great mystery is likely the last thing on your calendar, unless you, like me and us, have tea with the muse. Will you dare to join us? Oh, good. All right. Go right at the old oak tree. Just pass the sparkly fairy cottages.And don't stop there, though, even if they promise you yummy cake. Make a left at the corner where it says: there be dragons. That's right, just off the map. At first, you might feel like you're following. And then you might feel like you're falling. Following and failing and fallingare all part of the journey off the map.I will meet you there, just off the map, and catch you up here in this space between worlds. Many adventures to be found. Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

Hear the story of Café from when I was 24 years old, as well as some suggestions for how to dress for café! Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

"I was born with an open wound, and colors pouring from it. Don't call me brave or a martyr; I'm just a woman who learned to love even in the midst of pain. I am a brush, I am a scream, I am broken flesh and a burning spirit. I paint myself because I am the only thing I know with fury, with tenderness. And if anyone doesn't like it, don't look at me, because I didn't come to fit in, I came to be."Frida KahloToday I want to share my story with you about my struggle to become a painter. I was so blessed to have two moms who were painters. But I wasn’t able to do what they did. It was hard. Eventually, something miraculous happened. We call it Legend. These are the origins of how the 13 steps that we teach came to be! I have had the honor of visiting Frida’s house on two different occasions. Each experience was transcendental.Shiloh Sophia Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

Dear Community,Today I am sharing my very personal story of change you with you. It is about changes in the structure of our business, and our future, and and…. by sharing it with you I am making a declaration of change. I know so many of us are in deep change. I honor where you are even though I don’t know where that is. Now you know where I am. I am Living My Legend and this is how I create it, through image, language and connection with all of you.LoveShiloh Sophia All upcoming events can be found at http:www.musea.org Legend will be open for registration soon. Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

This is a new poem that arose over five hours of the painting process with my community ♥️ Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

Dear One,Surviving times of absolute power requires a focus on absolute beauty. In 1887 Lord Acton writes a letter to Bishop Creighton regarding how to write historically and morally about the Inquisition. “I cannot accept your canon that we are to judge Pope and King unlike other men, with a favourable presumption that they did no wrong. If there is any presumption it is the other way against holders of power, increasing as the power increases. Historic responsibility has to make up for the want of legal responsibility. Power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men, even when they exercise influence and not authority: still more when you superadd the tendency or the certainty of corruption by authority. There is no worse heresy than that the office sanctifies the holder of it.”Since the time I can remember having self-awareness, around 5, I have been present to the danger that we are in.  It just all seemed so obvious to me that this whole thing was a set up. Of course, as I colored in my wonder woman coloring book, I was listening to the women at the kitchen table, drinking wine, and smoking cigarettes late into the night, talking about revolution. Danger and power over paradigms.Yet this awareness goes further back than that, because as I breast fed, my mother was engaged in conversations of safety, of food, of welfare, of shelter, of care. Not just for herself, but for the other women in the community who had even less than we had. And it seemed we had so little, because we were on welfare, but then, because my mother and my grandmother were artists, we were surrounded by the beauty of their creations. They built a lot of all our furniture by hand with wood and sewed some of our clothing, and our bedspreads and embroidered our pillowcases.  Beauty goes a long way.I think my somatic memory goes even further back, because my mother was attacked when she was pregnant with me. Research from the womb shows that the fetus has awarenessess of the things that are happening around them, that they react to the energies and language, and physical environment, how the mother treats herself and is treated by others. How could that not be the case, yet it is only recently that prenatal studies have proven the impacts on the fetus.  I think I was born hypervigilant. I feel like I was born watching.Born watching bad men do bad things. To themselves and to others.There is a part of me that finds myself surprised about what’s happening in the United States right now. Not because I ever trusted the government, but because the blatant arrogance and ugliness is being televised and tolerated. Yet that part of me that remembers, has been anticipating actions like this, that continue to erase anyone who is not the white male authority of the day, who declares himself in charge, regardless of the structures set up to protect us from such behavior. Of course the system was already broken. Of course, there was already corruption. Yet, in my view, what we are we are witnessing, and experiencing in our bodies, our hearts, our brains, our communities, our stories, is absolute power corrupting absolutely. Many of us may not have seen something like this in our lifetime. But it’s happened before. Over and over and over and we never learn because the history of what happened is written by the conquerers. Of course since there are over our over 100 armed conflicts right now, we are certainly not the only place that is experiencing something like this. I think the irony is that the world and we, have viewed ourselves as somehow an elevated nation. Then there is this: "We do not have to invade the United States, we will destroy you from within." This is a quote attributed to the late Soviet Premier Nikita Khrushchev.This kind of dominance has been happening for over 10,000 years. Since the first people conquested, since the first oppressors oppressed others, since the first colonizers colonized land. It is worth noting that these were Tribes that were indigenous to their land, conquering other indigenous tribes, because if you go back far enough, we’re all indigenous to earth.  Those with light skin only evolved into light skin about 8000 years ago. And yet it seems that those who became “whiter” developed theories of supremacy that have absolutely zero basis in anything whatsoever other than inventing systems of power.The loss of matrilineal cultures, the evolution to light skin, the fabrication of wars and borders, isn’t actually very old. Yet the harm that was created and has never been healed and has shaped our lives and altered the fabric of creation - to such a degree that many of us barely recognize ourselves in this tragically unfolding story.  We are in shock again. The metal age invader blood in my bloodline, remembers things like this and how they begin. I am humming with the remembrance of violence.  This remembrance is why I do what I do in my

Dear Ones,It is with great joy, and also a deep feeling of change, that I tell the story that lead to our first Certification Teacher Training, Color of Woman. I would be honored for you to hear my story and why it matters, and how it may intersect with your story. Get a cuppa tea, and a journal and come listen. Applications open on the Full Moon Lunar Eclipse. Get on the list and watch your inbox, I am offering 20 live interview sessions with me. WarmlyShiloh Sophia Transcipt:The Rise of the Sacred Feminine through the Intentional Creativity LineageIn 2010, my family and I did something outrageous. We developed an intuitive painting process dedicated to revealing the Sacred Feminine within each woman. Any woman could learn it for themselves, and teach others how to do this step-by-step process. This was a journey to direct knowing and awakening to soul. You might wonder why this matters. Well, let me tell you! In the past 10,000 years of patriarchal oppression, the image and story and ceremony of women has been under attack. This is evidenced and measured in the statistics beyond counting. But there's something more. Being silenced, burned, and scorned, and altered into an image of ourselves we barely recognize is caught up in our bones and has greatly impacted our capacity to truly see and be ourselves. The colonization plan was not just about land and culture, but about women's bodies and brains and the children that they give birth to. Yet, we are remembering now because we have to and we want to.This has been a long journey to arrive here for many of us. It is certainly in the best interest of dominant systems for women's voices to be twisted and unable to be heard, but we know better. Let's continue to become a danger to the establishments!The reclamation of women and our access to our power is directly connected with chosen Self-Initiation. We literally take ourselves on a Journey of Remembering. We have to. There are many ways to say yes to that experience, and one of them is through the healing arts and defined lengths of time within which we commit to ourselves and our self-expression. Most women... with dedication, can arrive at their awakening on their own, but it is best in the company of other women on the path. That's where we come in. I was shown by my two mothers and that I have spent my life sharing with women and their families, a journey toward awakening to our fullness. Gifts being passed from hand to hand and heart to heart. In the first certification training we ever offered in 2010, Color of Woman, we taught women how to recreate themselves in their own image, their own story, and their own way of creating ceremony and how to design their own workshops, courses, and circles. This nine-month journey of reclamation created a Sheroe’s journey so that women could curate their own identity and design their legend for their lives. It was an astonishment to all who have taken the training. Really. We continue to be amazed.Every year I consider not continuing, and then every year I continue, because of the impacts. But this truly is the last year. Other things will rise up, but this is ready to complete. But it will be passed to all of you, and you will pass it to those you choose. The part that's completing is not the teaching of Intentional Creativity, but the Certification Trainings. For those of us called to be guides, helpers, and healers, in the process of discovering ourselves, we develop a hunger to share this gift of revelation with other women. How many breakthroughs have you had where you almost immediately wanted other women to know, but for them to have to not work so hard to know it? You share what you learned. That's how I felt when I awakened to my Soul Calling. I was 23. I was a total failure at art college. I thought I was doomed to work in an office until my moms, the Poet Mother, Caron and the Painter Mother, Sue called me to the mountain. For one year, they taught me to access image and language for myself. I call this Mother Tongue. My own style, narrative, and true essence began to emerge. A fire in my heart was lit in relationship to the sacred women and the Sacred Feminine.I realized that She, the Sacred Feminine, hadn't really gone anywhere. It was us who had lost sight of Her, but it was enforced, and She was removed from our lives with intention. Her groves burned, churches built over Her ruins, Her temples destroyed, Her images buried, burned, and marred. Her story is turned into myths where She is subjugated to him. Lies. No more. She was always in every single culture in the entire world since the beginning of humans. The removal of the feminine as equal from spiritual traditions and governmental positions and leadership frameworks has truly had one of the most devastating impacts we could conceive of.We are seeing it and feeling it now in new ways. FYI, if you think the narratives like this are somehow radical or feminist, please check your own narrative. Beca

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Rancho La Puerta in MexicoDear Ones,This is a spontaneous blessings for the women after a week at Rancho LaPuerta.Shiloh Sophia Woman, sister, friend, you really have been through so much. You complete a cycle of initiation and a new one begins. I am walking in a storm in the dark.A crossroads appears out of nowhere for me, and for you.When you thought you were nearing your destinationa new journey opens.It's like a labyrinth. It seems to go on and on. Always looking to reach the center.Then as soon as you have arrived, making our way back outcrossing other people on the pathHopefully when you return to your life,you know the place you came from, newly, for the first time. Because after all, it is your life. And returning over and over and over to your same life with different eyes This is life. Breathe with me.As you breathe in, acknowledge, I am a sacred being, as you breathe out, all beings are sacred. Breathing in, I am a sacred being. Pausing and breathing out, all beings are sacred. Breathing in, I am a sacred being. Breathing out, all beings are sacred.Woman, Sister, Friend,I can't really imagine all the things that have shaped you into who you are. You really have been through so much.But right in this moment, I just want to acknowledge you for making it this far. There were times you thought you wouldn’tand I want to say to you that in this very nowin this now-ness, in this sacred exchange, right here between me and you, there's a shared field of supportive love and presence.The colorful weaving of threads, a fabric shawl woven to place gently about your shoulders.While I can't see you with my human eyes, I see you with the eyes of another woman. The sacred in me bows to the sacred in you. I walk around these stones in a storm I place my hands on the flashing mica. The rain comes and kisses my handsand I have this wish that you were with meI think of how we are earth, earthing,I think of how we are this stardest, starringin our own lives, perhaps not quite as glamourouslyas we once may have dreamedbut we are still Star Girls, aren’t we? We are cooling sacks of stars.Woman, sister, friend, this whole thing is an initiation!I don’t have to tell you that, because you already knowbut it is good to be reminded.I know, as sure as I know anything, this it isn't exactly as you dreamed and maybe not what you wanted or how you thought it would go.And like me you wonder and worry about things like trust, about health,about prosperity, longevity about the state of the world and your house and the health of your childrenand your children’s children.We wake up wondering, how did we get here?We wake up worryingWhat can I fix today?I walk around the stones.One cowgirls boot in front of the other.I come face to face with to a giant Grandmother Oak.I place my hands upon that mossy bark and I say, thank you for helping me breathe. I want to breathe with you.Breathing in, I am a sacred being. Breathing out, You are a sacred being. Right in this moment there is a sacred exchange of energy flowing between us that lets us know we are so much more than enough. Let us drop the ayers of imposedunworthiness that we took on without even knowing it.Outdated patterns that serve no one, Be gone! Let me just assure you now, you ARE worthy. Your worthiness is innate, no onecan give it to you and no one can take it from you.May the voice within you that has been hard on you be catalyzed into fierce wisdom and discernment and sharpened as a tool with your mind.You have honed over many years of witnessing what was safe and what wasn't,it tried to protect you but now it’s too hard on you.What if your our inner voice could starts to show you how and when to protect yourself, without hardening yourself.Oooh. That is the riddle for women, isn't it? How do we not harden ourselves as we guard ourselves?Walking alone at night in this village of wisdom-keepers and healersI have no fear and I recognizethis is a rare feeling. I know you know.Yet right now, there's a field around us a softening into love. My bubble of love bounces up to your bubble of love and says, Hello Friend!I affirm you, you are so much more than enough! And you are so worthy of all the love you have to give. The reality that you even exist is a radiant miracle to me!I bow at the feet of Mother Life for you at this tree. Let us pause and let all the beauty come into usand let all the beauty we choose to express flow out from us. This is a sacred exchange of energyinto the matter-based beings that we are.Between us and all creationto all the directions, all the elements, ahhhh…you are sacred beings and we are sacred beingswith you.Woman, sister, friend, I choose each step around this circleof stones and I raise my hands up to the skystars shining through rain andI say to the whole universe, I remember you! And I do.Woman, sister, friend, let us remember one another and reach, across those crossroads for one another's hands.I feel your heart beating in mine.This red thread e

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As I walk the moss speaksReminding me:This is sacred groundThis is all sacred groundVoices of the velvet emerald waysshimmy me shimmy meinto the deep listening placeReminding me...No!Summoning me!The first thing they do is to tell me:You are not who you think you areAnd if that wasn't enough, this:Your true name isn't spoken aloudYour true name lives insideIf you listen with the earsof your whole lifeOkay so let me get this clear -I am not who I ammy name is not my nameand somehow that is supposed tohelp me remember something I forgot?And it requires my entire life?I hear the resonant: Yesripple up from the moist red earthI feel the palpable pulseof the ripples of water ripplingThe salt water within me respondingdrawing me in, drawing me upHere's what I am thinking:The earth mysteries speakin riddle bones between bladesof dew-kissed grasses on the riverWhispering in tones of silver fishblack seal and blue heronmarking me with the invisible tattooof pre-existant beingness inmy stardust bonesAm I can getting closer? I ask?Then I cry out....Is it true?Is it trueis it true that I am more than I appear?Is it so, I have walked this pathof finding before?But...Finding, who, and finding what?Why?Why?When I weep at the sight of sunshineafter weeks of rain then there isa quickening from the crown of myvulva to the crown of my fuzzy headAll of this is a rememberingI am the sacred ground, groundingAll of this is a rememberingI am the sacred ground, groundingMy tears nourish the sacred groundQuick, can you catch my tearswith your lips?Each day there is more greyrippling in my hairMy eyesight is softeningaround the edgesMy skin is freckledwith so many sunlit beachesOh and so many late nightslistening to wavesand whispering in succulent kissesCalling to our seal sistersto come and get usDid you forget us here? Or what?The ocean always callsThe whole thing is really just amazingIsn't it?That we exist at all...That we exist at all is reason to worshipand good reason to listen to the echoesof velvet emerald moss when they speakPerhaps one day all the rememberingof this incarnation will come rushing throughFor now they give me shivers of cluesShivers up and down that spine of mineI bring these clues to lifethrough brush and penI offer what story they give me on the altarThe altar of the women who gather inThen suddenly I remember thisI do not always have my own backbut the moss,the velvet moss promises to back meUnseen forces of essenceof ancestral beautyare at my back now,singing me into remembrancewith invisible wings of lightYou are Our ancient childThey sayYou are guided by UsThey callYou can find Us in the mossesor in the rippling watersor in the chambers of your heartor in the kisses of your loverAny place beauty is, We areAny place beauty is, We areAny place beauty is, We areCan you remember this?We have called youby your secret nameYou have answered andNow you are readyReady? Ready for what???I panicThen of course, SilenceThen I breatheI touch moss tenderlyThen I remember...just enoughThe quickeningis moving through me nowI can feel thegreen fire sparks ignitingsomething true I hopeI hope it's something trueI turn towards the daythat felt dauntingwith a new daringbecauseI am backed by velvet greenI am backed by velvet greenI am velvet green, greeningShiloh SophiaMoss at Wild Water Creek on Sonoma Mountain OonapaisJoin me this week for a daylong experience of FLOW - let’s gather together in sacred space and nourish our nervous systems, shall we? scholarship code on check out: flow30 This poem, crafted today, is dedicated to all the people who are my great romantic loves. All of them true loves. All of them I hoped would be forever and a day. Loving so deeply and being loved so deeply changes you of course and helps you to become more of who you are. Each one of them does that for me and I hope I do that for them too. Loving is in cycles.Today, in poetry, they are One in me, One Love moving through as glorious green moss. Putting them in alphabetical order instead of chronological: Abe, Ali, Chris, Jonathan, Rahm Isaiah and Roberto - thank you, each of you, wherever you are, far or near, for sharing the beauty of life with me.I feel as if I turned a page yesterday, spending the day in silence by the river. I am not sure what page of what book but I feel the great turning, turning.The idea of moss as sacred arises from Sue Hoya Sellars. She was my mother Caron's lover. When they were first together in the late sixties, Sue and my mom were trying to find Creator together. They were on a spiritual journey. In one of Sue's journal entries she is praying to God about how to have a relationship with the Divine through the framework of an artist - and she says this:How shall I worship you?Moss, perhaps?~This poem started as worship for Creation and turned into a love story. My mom said that is what this life is, a love story. At times it can be challenging to continue to find that is the case - with so much harm happening to E

Inner Fire 2010 Arcylic on Paper by Shiloh SophiaToday’s podcast is an exploration of becoming conscious about the illusions.* Exploring George Orwell’s famous 4 fingers* Gaslighting ourselves and not trusting ourselvesAccusation of the other ‘side’ * Exhausting rabbit-holing to find Truth* Do not drink the divide and conquer koolade* Hearts and braings changing right now* A Centers of Knowing Coherence practice for discernmentThis podcast is complimentary - yet if you choose to contribute, be welcome. In Orwell's novel-made movie, 1984, there is a famous and devastating scene. Winston is being tortured by O'Brien, who holds up four fingers and demands that there are five. He wants Winston to distrust himself and go with the party's version of the truth, not just agree to it, but actually see it as so. "O'Brien says, Look at my hand, Winston. Right now, you see, indeed, four fingers held up to you. But as you can see, O'Brien uncovers his thumb, showing all five fingers. I have, in fact, five fingers. That is the essence of the party. Winston, you think you know the truth by seeing things with your senses. But as you can see, your senses can disappoint you. The party knows everything is everything. The party knows that there are five fingers here even if you only see four of them. The party knows the truth that you cannot see from the place you are standing at because you are weak alone. The party is strong and omniscient and therefore if the party says that two and two equals three or five it will always be right. You by yourself cannot know the truth." As each one of us experiences our own reckoning in relationship to our lives and in relationship to how we experience the nation, especially those of us in the United States, I want to invite us to continue to question what we see and think. It's curious for me how personal so much of this feels in relationship to experiences I've had in my life where I haven't been able to trust people and then end up not trusting myself.Some of them are the people I have loved the most. And in the end, it was my own hand showing the fingers to myself through just trusting my own experience over a longer period of time. Now, with the increase of AI easily showing us things that are not true, It can be very hard to believe our eyes.We are going to need other tools for discernment than we've needed before, really. I'm going to share a heart-brain coherence process with you very briefly to support with discernment. The images that AI are showing us makes me think about those Renaissance paintings where the patron would have the artist paint themselves into the scene, painting the patron inm and that those with the biggest purse strings and influence are defining the images of our times. When I offer art history tours, it is a very different tour indeed. I used to go on this tour with Jonathan and myself and our community to the Uffizi in Florence, and Elisabetta, our tour guide, would hand me the mic to give the alt history of what we're actually seeing. One of the changes that we need to make is how we're relating to the material. Because one of the challenges with truth right now is the exhaustion caused by rabbit-holing in order to discern the source so that we can figure out if something is true or not. And there goes another 15 minutes, and there goes another 15 minutes, and there goes our mood, and the algorithms, they got us. At the end, we still don't know if what we see is true, and perhaps we give in to overwhelm. One thing might upset me and another person something totally else, and we each act like the other person's concern is the distraction from what's really happening. And our critical thinking has been used in a sometimes productive and often nonproductive way, but the end result may be weary, irritated, and feeling unsafe, and deciding not to post after all. Can't we just find the truth with a capital T?It's hard to find right now. This process that we are experiencing is fundamentally changing our brains. We are also being changed in our hearts as more fear and distrust of the others around us in our lives and in the larger collective spaces increases exponentially.Divide and Conquer is here to stay for a while, so we need to not go for it. Do not go. Drink that Kool-Aid of divide and conquer. Discernment, choice, but not divide and not conquer. Because then they've got us right where they want us, fighting with each other instead of with them.Yet there is also more compassion that's happening. So the hearts are also opening because we're considering the impacts on other people's lives. People who never defended Mexicans, trans, and women are suddenly becoming more visible. We could go into all the different ways that this time is changing us and our voices.If you look back in my posts on my Tea with the Muse Substack you'll find that I've been talking about these topics for a long time. These are not new that I am suddently speaking about it. I'm just spe

Hi everyone! I would like to offer a little bit of a heads up that some of my posts here are about to get a bit more intense. It’s my nature to explore justice. It’s in my blood.Did you know I wanted to be a judge when I grew up? I didn’t do it because I already thought the government was corrupt when I was 6.ultimately, I am not trying to caretake. I’m trying to find my own voice and at the same time offer encouragement to those who aren’t able to find their voice or don’t feel brave enough to share it.Anyways, I don’t have a plan for it, but we’ll see what happens. I was writing my memoir, but I have been stalled because I am deeply engaged in caring for my community at this time. If what I’m sharing does not work for you I totally understand and of course you’re welcome to unsubscribe. We each need to find the way forward together and sometimes apart. Shiloh Sophia This is a complementary subscription. Those who wish to donate and become paying subscribers that’s fine, I’m grateful - but you don’t need to. Even if Substack asks you to pay - as if I’m asking you I’m not. Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

We are cosmic pilgrimsYou are an ancient identityI see you, do you see me,seeing you? You are inhabiting a luminous garment of stardust framed upon crystal bones traveling on a forested spaceship at over 100,000 Kilometers per hourspiraling through our Milky Way galaxy on a mysterious voyage without a map or destination woven within a pattern of starskeeping time with the moonDarling, isn't it wonderous to have our own moon?That travels with us always?You, We, UsAre powered by an incandescent star Our glorious sun, we worship you stillYou light up our vessels of stars and waterwith the sacred geometry of your luminous nature Am I so different than this blooming tree?This hummingbird, could very well be meWe are encoded with a tenderand temperamental psycheliving within a story we won’t be able to controlEach of uscarrying unique hidden information that longs to be expressed in the shape of a living myth our hidden gifts looking forways to reveal themselvesthrough usYou are dreamed and designed by gracious Infinite Intelligence to have an Illuminated heart capable of ever-expanding poetry in a seemingly impossible situation Darling you are a cathedral of light!I worship at the foot of your altarsFlowers bloom where you have dancedI fall breathless into your potentialsFinding place, pace and grace in your moon-kissed faceWe don't know how we got hereWe don't really know where we are going nowBut we know thisLove is at the center Love is at the center Love is at the centerof the Universe We are cosmic pilgrimsYou are an ancient identityat the crossroads of an uncertain futureWill you cross the threshold with me?Shiloh Sophia Revisioned Poem today adapted from the original in 2021Oh my friends, my friends! I would love nothing more than to take a long walk with you, holding hands and talking. I want to hear from you - not just what you post when your mad, or glad, but instead the early morning joys and fears. The things you don't say at the luncheon with colleagues or the dinner table with family. I want to know about the words on the shingle you don't put out about the gifts you really have for these wild times. You could describe me as a painter, a poet, a relucant priestess. But those aren't my real titles. The gifts I have don't work on a business card, can't be put into an algorithm, can't be seen with a machine mind looking deeply into my online history. Who I really am is who I am when I am when I am with you. Whether that is over a cuppa virtual or in person tea with the Muse. Or most especially when I am leading ceremony and I can feel you through the black hole of the camera. My real gifts are feelings. Feeling deeply. I don't care if you know that, or if the machine knows that. You can't use it against me and I know you wouldn't even try. I am a Lover. The universe is my Lover. Like Michael Jackson says, I'm a lover, not a fighter. The kinds of gifts we carry cannot be taken from us by wit or force or password or pressure. Your truest gifts are natural and innate - they are all innately tucked into who you are. You don't have to grow them, earn them or be certified in these gifts. You are the gifts being given through you. The pace of life, and the never-ending intensity can keep us from living them. But that doesn't mean they aren't within you. We are worried about a lot of things right now. I know. I feel it. I see it. I am tracking the many narratives on all sides of the shadow dance of now. There is a grand confluence occuring and it hurts. By grand I don't mean great, I mean BIG. Most days it feels like an unnatural disaster that could have been avoided. But the way we are, the harm we allow and promote, has been going on for so long. No way out but through, you know?But now that I have offerd a poem and a reflection if you have made it THIS far - I want to ask you the MOST SIGNIFICANT question or our life time. Your lifetime. Any recent timeline.But first...the reality is we have been in various stages of oppressive culture for close to 8,000 years - archeologically speaking. So that means we spend A LOT, get that? A LOT of precious life force working on resistance and insistence. Resisting power structures, resisting false narratives, insisting on justice, insisting on human rights. The energy it takes to resist and insist can keep us caught in the worrisome battle of a disgruntled activists. Present company included. Just for now...for right this minute in the naked now, I want to ask you a question. Don't skip ahead please. Pause and breathe. There.....close your eyes....open them...read the question and without thinking....answer without editing....If you weren't in the resistanceHow would you lead your life? Really - if you didn't have to confront reality - how would you use your precious days?Liberate your thoughts through falling in love with your gifts, when they are in service to beauty as WELL as in service to the modern revolutionary conundrums. I have been living my answer to that q

Beautiful beings! I hope you will take the time to listen to this brief message I exploring:* A choice in becoming conscious* Chemistry and mood shifts * Who is really in charge?* What’s the first step you can take?* A simple process you can do right now* Exercising your choice to become conscious and become a curator of your consciousnessthinking of youShiloh SophiaThe painting above is called an ancient future soul from 2023. The photo below is from last week! Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

Today’s episode offers a teaching on * Access to your consciousness, do you have it?* Accessing who you are ‘in here’, aka your Self* Discovering a new awareness about what ‘getting out there’ means* Defining ‘out there’ for yourself and activating the Observer * Exploring the ‘missing there’ called “around here” that takes place in the field* Invitation to become as conscious as you can become…nowDear Ones,There is a lot of influence happening ‘out there’ on who you experience yourself as ‘in here’. Let’s have a breakthrough TODAY in arriving as yourself. Becoming as conscious as you can be. I think sometimes I am here in your life just to keep encouraging you to arrive. When we ARRIVE you can become a conscious Co-Creator. To really be a conscious Creator we have to be willing to explore the “field” Until then we are often wreckless with how we create. Because if you aren’t inhabiting who you are - then you aren’t able to REALLY create from a space of a coherent self. Here’s to arriving!Shiloh Sophia Here's the thing, Beloveds. Your capacity to create the life of your design is really about access to your consciousness. Without that clear access to consciousness, we do not make what we could make and we often make things that are inconsistent with what we actually want and who we actually are, because we're not living "in here". "In here", meaning in this identity. And when we're not "in here", we embark on a life where we are constantly seeking to change ourselves. Because the life we're living "out there" in the world, doesn't reflect who we are "in here" (in the Self) And when we're not who we are "in here", everything "out there" occurs for us as somehow true to us. Not going well. Uncomfortable. Not in alignment. Now I want to make a clear point - that we are not spiritually bypassing here. The reality is there are lots of influences that shape who we are "in here" in ourselves because of what's happening "out there" in the world. But the power we have is the perception of how "out there" and "in here are" in a co-creative relationship with each other... or not. But the thing is, they're always in a co-creative relationship with each other. You just might not be aware that they are and how to work it. You can't influence every single thing "out there" unless you can shift your orientation to "in here". But there's more. Before we go on, let's start with what I mean by "in here". "In here" refers to the body, temple, cooling sack of stars that you are, and the Soul that you are that inhabits the space where you experience yourself as I or me. The Self space that you are occurs for you as inside, "in here". This often includes the sense of the body, but not often enough, the sense of the field and consciousness, which keeps us from being conscious Co-creators. And what do I mean by "out there"? Well, until we've done more rigorous work within ourselves to observe ourselves, "out there" is everything you do not experience as you. And "out there" often refers to what we think of as the world, yet through the framework of our worldview. "Out There" a big old space that we are continually interacting with largely in an unconscious way, because we've never really defined what "out there" means. The invitation for the work right now is to arrive, to come into yourself, to become as fully yourself as you can possibly be. And yes, in the twinkling of an eye. Quickly. It's a quickening because it's available to you now, but you have to choose it. Let me ask you a question. Have you ever said to yourself: "I just got to get myself out there" ? Entrepreneurs say it, but other people say it too. It's this idea that there's a place you need to get to. So where is that "out there" for you? Have you defined it? We say it largely in an unconscious way. We don't know what we mean. The idea of "out there" can create fear because it indicates that there's a place to get to and you're not already there. (Wherever there is) This idea of 'getting out there" indicates that you're somehow going to magically get seen for who you are so you can validate your worth in the eyes of others out there so that you can feel good in here. But listen, to even attempt an authentic version of what happens out there, we have to get in here, in this sack of stars inhabited by identity. Otherwise, we're not responsibly co-creating with creation and creator and other creative beings. In our community, We get "in here" by practicing Intentional Creativity because it's a way to get to know who lives in here. Our art matriarch who walked into her future in 2014, Sue Hoya Sellers, who was also the woman who mothered me with my own mother, Caron, had a quintessential question that she answered with her whole life. called "who lives in here?". Her art, her philosophy, her spiritual path were all directed by the inquiry of: Who lives in here. The discovery of that self who lives in here often happens through observing ourselves and amplifies as we ob

In this Bouncing Love Bubble Meditation we include* Initiating a state change* Attempting to collaborate with our chemistry for a lift* Increase heart brain coherence* Feelings of Gratitude* The awareness of your body field* Amplify biophotons of love light in the body* Release your current version of reality (for the moment)* Travel to imaginal utopian lands - what will you imagine?* Erupt in LOVE because you can - proclaim to the universe - I AM LOVE!!!* Choose one small thing to change in your lifeBeautiful Beings - I can ALMOST guarantee that if you do this meditation you will feel a bit better. We are capable of moderating our mood to the best of our abillity and sometimes we need a burst of JOY to make that possible. A state change, a lift. You will hear me laughing, almost crying and even my stomach gurgle (LOL) as I guide you on this spontaneous adventure into the imaginal world to experience gratitude, love, a utopian landscape of your subconsious and choose to make one small change in your life. Basically, feel better.Today’s meditation is inspired by Holly, Lavender and Michelle, three women in my community with teenagers or youth. When I first came up with this meditation I imagined them being able to listen to it and get a lift, but then it went too long and it might not work for the attention span. BUT you could try it. Soft blankets on a big couch and a cuppa tea and this…you could try. I will attempt some other ones for youth soon, I am sparked to do something I can to help with our nervous systems by choice. We can’t explain the bizarre time we are in to them, deep inside they know we have failed them in this society. So now it seems like it is time to offer them as many tools as possible - and for me this begins with claiming their imagination. Really it is more like rescuuing it from the reality they have been sold and told. Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

Children of the Flower ChildrenWe are the childrenof the flower childrencoming into full bloomThe seeds of their hoperise up in our colorful bonesWe cut our teeth on their resistanceWe were then a people unwillingto accept an invented narrativewith fighting cloaked in peaceWe dread times like theseWe spend our livestrying to prevent the need for revoltWe would much rather grow foodand call the circle to gatherRather play with children out in the parksOur energies are miss-spenton trying to protect the precious liveswhen there has been so much intentional lossEven as we plant our seeds,they are tearing up the groundand poisoning the waterOur grandparents could drink the water,our grandchildren cannotWhat else do we need to know about times like these?They changed the roadway in front of my little old houseOne of the last old houses for milesNow there’s a freeway hereMost of the birds have goneand street lights shine into almost every window at nightinstead of the trees that used to stand herethe big semi brakes are squeeling the 4 am beginning of lightNo way to stop it nowYet there’s good news herebecause the oranges are almost readyand roses are early bloomingIn truth I never stopped putting flowers in my hairBut now flowers in my hair is an act of resistanceIn solidarity with my AncestorsThere are over 100 wars nowI refuse to be a part of a warThe one that we are fighting hereHere in this nation it is just heating upthis one continues onfor the battle of our mindsI shall use my time wellin these coming yearsFor I am called to gather usI could use my life forceto dismantle the patriarchy brick by brickBut I think I’ll call a circle insteadWe will put flowers in our hairWe can already see what’s going onWe will Organize with Love at the center of our choicesHere's the best news I can dream ofThis will be a time of great poetry and storytellingand songs and marches and depth conversationsand paintings that speak to the future we believe inWe will be here with you gathering flowersand pouring the strong tea of revolutionand laughing our asses off as often as possibleLet us speak the language of flowers,for we are the childrenof the flower childrenAs the daughter of a poet,my pen must be aflamewith the beauty of justice and kinshipSoon I will find my voiceand until then I will speakthe language of flowersShiloh Sophia Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

Today is a big day! I have two ideas for us. I’m sending blessings to everyone.Shiloh Sophia Our event today is at Musea.org Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

The idea presented here about choosing to respond instead of react, is something I learned when I was 23 years old from Sue Hoya Sellars, my art Matriarch. I will never forget the day She proposed the idea to me that my activism could be a response instead of a reaction.This very brief podcast is an invitation to* Choose to respond instead of react* Rescue your energy and life force from distraction and reaction* Consciously choose your relationship to what’s happening around you* Engage with responsibilitylove ❤️Shiloh SophiaPs I hope you choose some time for you this weekend. And if you wanna join us on Monday for our day, long event visit Musea.org Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

Oh my goodness you all. I’m not sure exactly what to say right now that matters, other than that this is the time to express ourselves. I was moved tonight to let you know that I am here and paying attention and going through some of the same things you are. And I’m also as ready as I can be to support us during this time. I’m pacing the floor tonight. These are my thoughts. I want to recommend that you record your own thoughts, even if you don’t share them. Or write them out. Or dance them out in pink sparkle uggs! I replaced the audio from last night…it felt too vulnerable upon waking. I tried another one that is better I hope. I am not speaking for the community that I serve. I’m speaking to the community that I serve. What is useful? I’m grateful and what isn’t just compost it.Shiloh Sophia Www.musea.org Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

Happy new year beautiful beings,I’m so grateful to be sharing tea with the muse with you in 2025. For every single project that I work on, I’ve asked myself, do I still want to do this and am I called to this? Is this still benefiting people? What do I really have to say that really matters right now? I’m happy to say that tea with the muse is going to continue. I love connecting with you. I have another episode of my memoir coming, but I’m going move it to a different channel so I’ll let you know about that. I realize that my memoir has been hanging me up from the regular tea with the muse style posts that I love to make.I hope you enjoy this teaching, which is one of my core teachings about thoughts and feelings, waves and particles, and how to prepare the mind to create transformation!New year blessings to every single one of you! I am truly honored every time you listen, read, comment and appreciate the workings of the muse! Shiloh Sophia Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

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Good morning dear ones! You haven’t heard from me for a bit because I didn’t have any Internet in Mexico. I kept recording things for you but couldn’t get them posted ~ so for today I’m posting a poem that I wrote on the plane, but in the moment, I embellished it as I spoke it. Perhaps it will stir something in you ~ maybe pick up your own pen or magic keyboard, and see what shows up! Shiloh Photo of self portrait on Christmas while I dream of wings Dedicated to Julie and Sage and the sandwich that I got to be a part ofWww.musea.org has all the things Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

Dear Ones, I’m in Mexico for the holidays teaching art and I was thinking of you and our struggles to become. Here’s an approach I learned from my 2 mamas.* Why asking if you are good enough won’t work out* How our environment keeps us grasping for belonging * Considering your ideal question for you as authentic to you * My proposal of a better question And yes…there are wrong questions and mistakes. Loving you Blessings Shiloh Sophia Ps: pausing on my memoir for the holidays because it’s a little depressing in this juncture. I’ve recorded the next episode but each time I try to push publish I just can’t yet.pps this is a photo of me in the hammock yesterday contemplating my ideal question Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

Dear Ones, These are my thoughts this morning on how much energy it takes to resist the power that be within and withoutthe power of rebellion but not just against outer structures but inner ones the shaping of idenity and how art works with thatandhere’s an invitation to The Quickening - our upcoming training for those who also want to work with artist archetypeLoveShiloh Sophia Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

Sometimes when you feel a smile in the body and you give the muse the pen or mic, she’ll give a poem to you right in that moment Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

Good Morning Community,Wow did I have a big change, it is still taking time to arrive within me…but I wanted to share it with you and perhaps ask you…what is the IDEAL you have been living by and is there unconscious resistance that keeps you from receiving it?* My ideal has changed….here is the new one* Invitation to interview with me for The Quickening* What is your ideal? Has it changed over the years?* Do you have an unconscious resistances that is informing your conscious idealOur community had an exquisite day this weekend of doing clean up at Wild Water Creek on Sonoma Mountain.Blessings to each of youShiloh Sophia Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

Hello everyone! Please forgive me for a little foray into political discourse this past week. I am doing my best to show up for my community instead of going quiet. Because it directly relates to women and people of color and safety, and even the way that we self express, it actually comes into my lane. I will likely be complete with my commentary soon. But for now this is how I’m showing up. Take it or leave it. In a way I am modeling, intentional creativity through sharing my process in community. This is the painting I’ve been working on during the cycle. #wetpaintShiloh Sophia Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

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Hi community! I know there’s so much going on, but please take a listen on a walk or while you’re painting if you are interested at all in why I am taking a stand in the middle, which is not a neutral stand. This arises out of my concerns for the golden age rhetoric that I’m seeing and also how we are being so divided and just saying, actually that doesn’t need to happen.Onward with love 💗 Shiloh Sophia Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

Sharing my thoughts with my community this morning. Come share with us ❤️ Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

Painting of me at 27 by Sue Hoya Sellars Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe

Hello everyone! I’m so excited that we’re starting legend today! A seven day immersive experience. I recently had the pleasure of speaking with Ali Stoddard about why legend works and why we do it. Here’s that conversation.We start today with circle ⭕️ and livestream on November 2.Honoring this day as a day between worlds and giving things to all of the ancestors who make our work come to life! Shiloh Sophia Www.musea.org (not live-linked) Get full access to Tea with the Muse at teawiththemuse.substack.com/subscribe