Dear Friends,
It has been some time since I last reached out — perhaps since Lily, my beloved soul-companion and teacher, crossed over. Her passing created a stillness in me… a deep quiet where I’ve been listening closely to the subtle language of Life.
And then, just days ago, something unusual appeared.
A snake, head removed, body whole, lay carefully placed on Lily’s grave. I don’t say that lightly — it felt placed, as if by invisible hands or wings. I later intuited that a snake eagle, symbol of powerful vision, had caught the serpent but was chased away by crows, dropping it exactly where I would find it.
A strange and sacred sign.
In many mystical and shamanic traditions, a headless snake speaks of severed fear, released toxicity, and the end of a cycle. The head — seat of control, ego, dominance — is gone. What remains is the body — the lingering essence of what must still be digested, honored, and transmuted. It may also speak to Kundalini energy, awakening from deep within but needing reconnection to direction, purpose, and sacred intention.
I took this as strong medicine. A message not just for me, but for many of us.
That weekend, I was part of a powerful ceremony dedicated to the Unison of the Sacred Feminine and Sacred Masculine. We called in a healing of the ancient wound — the great forgetting — that has kept these divine energies fragmented and out of balance, both within us and in the world. I could feel the transformative serpent's energy even then, weaving and uncoiling in the space between us. The feminine rising, the masculine bowing in reverence, each returning to the other in mutual sovereignty and love.
And now, I prepare for a long journey to South Africa, where I will return in sacred service to the White Lions — luminous beings who walk between worlds and carry the codes of remembrance for all of Nature. There, alongside those who protect and listen to the wild ones, I will offer myself in devotion to the reweaving of the human–animal–Earth kinship — not as dominion, but as reverent belonging.
I know I walk not alone. You are with me. Lily is with me. Snake is with me.
This is a time of undoing the old and rebirthing the true. Of bowing our heads to the Earth not in shame, but in prayer. Of learning to listen again — fiercely, humbly, and wholeheartedly — to the voices that have long been silenced.
I will be sharing more in the coming weeks about Interspecies Peace™, and about ways we can all participate in restoring sacred relations with the more-than-human world. For now, I simply wanted to say:
I’m still here.
The path is still unfolding.
And you, dear heart, are part of it.
