We are the Medicine People

We as Medicine People must unite together in this time. We need to share our collective voice that is the medicine for balancing the insanity of these times. I want to create a place where the medicine people can gather, find common ground, lift our voices in unison.

This theme has been at the forefront of my magic dreams for decades. I have long known I am a medicine person, although if I listened to the world’s definition of me, I’m bipolar, histrionic, autistic, weird, and unfit for most of the purposes of this world. My family thinks I should be on disability because my condition is such that I can’t stay long and function properly, steadily, at most any regular job. But if you need someone warm, helpful, expressing the intensity of the world currents, and not afraid to speak and live in the truth, then that has largely been me in this life. I have a dozen or so journals full of medicine ideas, hopes for our collective to reach the leaders and somehow merge together in a more inclusive, wholesome, holistic, and divine way.

I have become weak and caught up in passing in this world so I can make money, and it has been a dismal failure. I have been feeling so out of touch with myself, and full of fear, not enjoying the passing of the days. I feel suppressed, limiting my clothing and behavior choices to those that fit in the middle. When I wear what I naturally feel drawn to, I weave together masculine and feminine themese and embody my two-spirit nature. But I often simply present as masculine these days, and I feel sick about it. But the repressed feminine energy feels bullied, attacked, criticized, and rejected by my culture of origin so much that she prefers to live inside my body, where it is safer. But if I don’t daily recreate the loving and beautiful conditions within and without that help her feel alive, connected, worth being here, I tend to sink into depressive feelings of disassociation.

This is partly why I’m making this blog. I determined on this Fourth of July, 2025, after the passing of a bill that’s likely to strip what few remaining supports I have in the name of cutting taxes for the rich, that I must do something. I must tap into my creative true self and express what has been suppressed. That is the way of the medicine people, to embody and reflect the unseen shadows, that the proper balancing in the truth can heal the collective illusions.

I imagine the yin and yang in balance, which is the expression of feminine and masculine, or dark and light, in everconnected flows together as one. I see the classic principle of transmutation of our vibration through affirming what is balancing, what is unifying, what is creating symmetry. I see the left and right wings to be like unto a bird, meant that both wings need to be engaged for the bird to fly. It is not that one is more correct. It is that the apparent opposite of something is part of the key of balance. If you can understand and love your enemy, then you are part of the solution, because even though we are hated and misunderstood, thought to be “other,” we feel inside the same feelings of fear, isolation, sadness that everyone feels. And loving those who hate us is part of how love finds a way to mend the broken heart. Forgiveness is the key to happiness, according to A Course in Miracles.

So there must be forgiveness.