I am offering 15 and 30 minute divination sessions via phone or skype for the new year. Or come by to my San Francisco hideout for an in-person session! Reach me at (731) 393-9390 or book online using the button below. 

​To schedule a more in-depth hour-long personal reading, or a group divination, please contact me separately. I also offer relationship divination for couples. 

Finally, you may schedule a personal divination with me at The Sacred Well - Oakland. Call them at 510-444-9355!

The point, dear ones, is not that we make mistakes. The point is what we make of them, how we allow mistakes to teach us something about ourselves. And, perhaps, nothing is really a mistake. It is all a trickster reminder for our soul to reassess, to change course, to prevent it from missing out on taking its own shape—from miscarrying its directive in this lifetime. To grow.

I am fascinated with how the unfinished business in my soul has shown up recently. The question I am left with is, how do I continue to stay present with myself as I continue to grow, not turning away from my pain, and not turning away from my own captainship for healing it. Paying attention to the conglomerate of inner figures that step in when my inner child is threatened, and their reactions to the perceived threat, opens up a door to deep self-compassion.

I was telling my dear friends T and M about a fantasy from my childhood, where the child Monica who feels herself to be invisible and powerless is discovered by a powerful media showman. Today I have to choose rewriting the narrative. Choose to remember that the power is not in any other, but within myself. It is I who choose to become visible, or not—I who choose to heal, or not—I who choose to believe my own needs are important, and create conditions so that they are met, or not. I have to choose being okay with the parts of me that are still crying. Choose showing them the big community within me that is always, already there for them. Choose accepting the slow unfolding, the slow unfurling, and all the unexpected ways in which the soul deepens into its longings.    

As a society, as a community and conglomerate of many communities, we are getting ready to flex our own choices, already making choices, about the acceptance and responsibility of our own power. Here is to the days that will come, and the nights that will come. May we be ready. May we sit closer to each other around the fire, may we light the fire. 

​Here is to our big, growing heart. Here is to the world that we are becoming as we become ourselves and choose ourselves. 

Go watch the astounding Embrace of the Serpent—on the big screen if you can!  

The movie has been widely hailed for its mesmerizing black and white cinematography and two-journey mythic narrative structure, both of which prove to be apt vehicles for its central theme: conflict between worlds and spiritualities and how to know worlds and how to use this knowledge. It depicts colonialism-propelled changes in and destruction of biodiversity along the Amazon river, which were accompanied by profound human and cultural losses—the decimation of entire communities and knowledges. 

What I appreciated even before I went to watch Embrace of the Serpent was how it was filmed in ways that were consonant with sacred indigenous worldviews the movie juxtaposes against the destructive impulses of western logic. Director Ciro Guerra talks about inviting the indigenous communities to participate, and asking permission from the jungle to do the film. They did not just show the living spirit of the jungle as a presence in the movie, they honored that spirit in its very making!

...And the shoot, apparently, was unprecedented in its being protected from the kind of mishaps that usually affect other crews filming in the Amazon. Such are the ways of the spirits.

What also struck me in the movie was the myth of the "chullachaqi": that an empty and hollow look-alike of a person may be walking around like a ghost. Karamatake the shaman's idea that forgetting the old knowledge and ways of our ancestors and of nature turns us into chullachaqis, recalled the cry of the Asur Adivasi poet Sushma Asur:

"Now that we have no language 
Now that we have no culture 
How do we call upon you 
With which ritual technology do we remember you"

(Here is my full translation of this amazing poem.)

​This cry is a cry in each of our hearts. Our hearts in modernity are crying out for connection and remembering: that we may remember who are; remember our souls; re-member all parts of our selves that have been lost or suppressed by the traumas of isolationism and separationism, rationalist and materialist thinking, imperialism, colonialism, oppression, neoliberal capitalism. May we remember our connection to the wholeness of life and to the web of interexistence and the power and resourcefulness this belonging brings to us—and rise!

​May we hear the songs of the ancestors. May we sing them knowing that the ancestors wait for us to weave into the songs our unique seeing, voices, healing, heart, earthstar medicine.

Dear ones,

In these strange times when two eclipses have just drawn their breaths cleansing many of our individual and collective stories, I want to look inwards, where the paths I've taken converge with the paths I want to take.

​Here I find many of you walking with me. 

I think about the interplay of water and fire — time and space to let our inward energies shape into birdcalls and blooms within us — time and energy to take these birdcalls and bloomshapes out into the world. The time for deep listening. The time for acting out of the depths of our vision and passion. 

I think about balance, and how to know it is time to restore ourselves by taking in more or less of one energy in comparison to the other. 

May we remember who we are, letting our actions be guided by the fire within that is always looking into its eyes the waters we come from and return to.

May we remember to balance our needs!

As I sit in my bed after three fire days, comforter around knees, my moon cycle has finally caught up with me. On day four, I am finally letting my moon time determine the shores of my waking day. 

I am letting the patience of wind sift through my hair, my bones. 

It is a perplexing and joyous beginning of understanding, this: tending night and day, dreamer and builder, moon and sun, water and fire, feminine and masculine, Shakti and Shiva within me so each may feel honored and appreciated. So each may contribute to the expanding, becoming self that is me.

This is how the heart sees. 

This is how the heart knows. 

Both yes and no at the same time, encompassed in a larger Yes.

Yes! Yes! Yes!

Coal and ash, each one a state of the other. 

The magic of alchemy lies in synthesizing all parts of ourselves, so that we may know ourselves as larger than we have ever done before. 

A trickle becomes a fluid drop of colors. 

It is rainbow that comes together to create clarity. 

In this world of many schisms, my part is to heal the schisms within myself--
so I don't react to and reinforce the schisms "outside" me.

And so I trace my fingers over my scars and let them drop 
love over scars until 
scars change color.

​Anger & love.
Freedom & accountability.
Earth & stars.

This thing of relationship, this ampersand!

The end of last year reminded me that to walk my North Node (soul growth) path of Leo, I must embrace more of the attributes that fall outside my Aquarian South Node conditioned/comfort zone: not hiding in a crowd or a group but shining, playing and sharing my joy — joie de vivre, not staying outside a situation I am not liking but calling on my ability to intervene and make a difference. Participate, not detach! Let yourself be seen, don't hide! All "sun" qualities that it feels exhilarating and a little scary to my water-soul to choose to grow consciously. 

These new parts in me need tending. They need spaces in which to show themselves in all their colorfulness. The inner child needs spaces in which to play with unfettered joy.

Slowly, as I build these muscles and find my way to yet unfamiliar shores, I am realizing it is time to heal my relationship with the communities I had stepped back from. It is time for me to stop feeling and acting like an outsider in the communities that do work that matters to me. The more I look for them, the more I find foremothers and ancestors, elders and peers whose words and work reflect the knowing that activism and healing go hand in hand, that poetry and art spring from the source of spirit, from a sacred place! 

​It has been hard for me to take my place amongst art and activism communities out of a fear that parts of me will be rejected or judged, that my relationship to the sacred will not be understood. These fears, which reflect personal and cultural schisms and wounds, I am slowly realizing, don't need to hang around me anymore—don't need to govern my choices of involvement anymore. I can discern and will discover spaces that celebrate, not just accept, all parts of me! And if they don't, I can still give permission to me to be myself in all my multiplicity and ampersandness.

It is not always easy for me show up when the old stories, old fears, old judgments crop up. The new story I will speak is that I know how to navigate my way back to the love of self (and others), self-knowing, and empowerment by soothing my fears and re-remembering the relational pathways to spirit, where the truth of my being rests. 

Whose permission are we waiting for to know that each part of us—each particle, atom, and element in the cosmos—wants to come into a delicate, passionate relationship with the totality of ourselves?

When dualisms move together in us and not on opposite sides, imagine what we can begin to perceive. Imagine what we can create! New realities, new zones of connection, new functioning wholes, holiness that works us from the inside out and outside in!

There are many models of being a poet, diviner, scholar, activist out there, and better still, I can fashion my own model uniquely suited to me and my life purpose. 

At the borderlands, it is all possible. 

There is an ancient myth about a warrior priestess.

She has been raised in the great forest with rabbits and deer, peacocks and owls, wolves and panthers. She circles the periphery of the great forest, one among its protectresses. She walks with the Great Tortoise, bow slung across her shoulder, holding the primeval meditative sphere afloat.

Cosmos breathes in, breathes out. Fire and water meeting at the center point.

What happens when a handsome warrior appears amongst them and woos the warrior priestess?

When they fall in love, what happens to her, and what happens to him? Often the stories will focus only on her domestication. But what if love's wildness affects his soul as much as hers? What if, instead of one person losing themselves in the other and forgetting themselves, there is a mutual remembering of purpose, a mutual reworking and coming awake of purpose?
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The warrior priestess and the handsome warrior will walk together, shoulder to shoulder. Joined in their new purpose together, eyes focused on distinct goals.

Anytime and always, it is okay for the warrior priestess to come to the realization that home and hearth contain the universe for her. After all, the domestic nurtures the wild, and the wild creates space for the domestic to dance in.

But that is not the only path available to her.

May we open new paths wherever we step. May we wage beautiful wars that overturn preconceived notions about what it means to inhabit our bodies, our genders, our forests—may we swing open the freedom and possibilities and beauty alive in us.

I realized a few days ago that I am already healed, I am walking the path of wholeness. 

And yet I have experienced pain--old wounds, family wounds, ancestral and cultural wounds were stirred. 

The season of dark has passed and is making way for light. Light's irrepressible, I wrote to a friend. Light will find its way, love will find its way--I am learning to allow that more and more into my being, soul, here and now. Darkness shimmers with the possibilities of new growth, new seeds, so much radiance that only new birth, re-birth can bring. 

Who do I want to ask to walk with me in these moments, in this journey? 

In the darkest of winter, I contacted therapy centers in the Bay Area. Tomorrow, I must decide whether or not to go ahead with these visits.

A part of me knows these spaces may not hold, exactly, the frequencies of all that I am experiencing: the shifts into a widening trust, truth, of who I am in relation to the immense gift of this world we walk in, our physical selves always pulsing with the vibration of love, of our ancestors and the light they carry of old, of old wise ones. Of how, incarnate, we are always pointed to the charmed center where we are always fully who we are. 

When "I" is split and cannot leave behind the temptation of having a therapist human witness, she says, "But I need them as a mirror, they can be a mirror! A mirror to reflect back how absolutely deliciously lovable I am! To reflect back what amazing choices I am making!"

=They say/I say=

The thing with therapy is that you are relying on a human to provide the absolute, unconditional love and alignment and regard that only Source, only Mystery can hold, can em'body'. What is closest to that: Plants. Animals, in utter benign integrity with their own deep authentic wild nature. 

It would take a remarkable human to hold unfailingly that vibration of flowing, sumptuous love, and it must be done on the ground | groundswell of spirit. We are all learning to be that. We are all becoming, growing into that radiance, growing into the deep, dark, fertile mysteries of our incredibly varied, beautiful, lusciously wild natures.

Instead of turning to the human, what if you turn to the nonhuman; instead of seeing only the physical, what if you see the nonphysical? Ask that and them to see you?

There is so much love for you in the universe. There is love pouring out of skies in the form of rain, love blending into warm sunsets as the gold, vibrant hues of our very hearts, love in every touch you reach that reaches you. 

You are alive and you feel it. You will move towards healing because your psyche is attuned to wholeness. Because you come from wholeness and know that in your bones, as true as it is. 

​On a whim, a spur, I stop in the park on my way back home. This park that I have tended and loved over the years--I sense it wants to send something home so I may effect and create some of the traditions and magic we'd created last Yuletide. 

I walk until I see an evergreen that speaks to me, and say, "But your branches are too high! I wish there was one I could reach!" 

My attention goes to the left and, drawn, I walk towards 'it'. A second later, a bird alights on a fallen log next to the spot I am walking towards. I look, and see for the first time that he is perched right next to a fir bough! 

Filled with gratitude and the wonder of it, I sing to the bird. I know him to be my father, and I sing him a song in Hindi, "Papa kehte hain...". Papa says. Smiling at the truth in the words, "Magar yeh toh koi na jaane, ki meri manzil hai kahaan...". Not one (human) knows where I'm headed, but I trust. I trust and I take the next step. 

Complete, I stop and look at the bird. Someonesomething calls my attention and I look away and a moment later when I turn back, the bird has flown away. 

I request a tree with red berries for a branch and two. 

I want white flowers too, and my feet are pulled left. I'm tired by now, I have to go back, dress the house, mull the wine, bake cookies. I sight a shrub several feet away and tell myself I'll turn once I get there. I want white flowers, but I won't be attached, I tell myself. Right before I reach the shrub is a low bush, with little white flowers. 

"You made a clootie tree,"

Lillie tells me. I remember how women (and other genders) in India tie cotton threads and cloths around the trunks and branches of trees. We've done this. My ancestresses and ancestors know the secret that connects us with trees. Trees carry our prayers into the deep trunk where memory slips like the sound of water heard from far. Noiseless. Trees carry our prayers into the skies where clouds shaped like tears, like hearts grained in trees, like the very tops of trees signal arrival from distant lands. 

Last Monday, I was gathering pine cones for a ritual, and this is what the trees told me: 

"Make beauty despite the devastation."

So much on Earth (of Earth) is hurting

and yet these trees—tall—making beauty!

I would be returning to the Earth what had stopped working: either she would take it back within herself and make it her own, or it would become a seed for something so new, it is even beyond imagining.

​Who else could hold it better than her? Who else could I surrender it to, but her that I come from?

"Making beauty is a choice"

Making beauty is a choice
in service of the immensity of love we feel--
we are

Warrior! focus on every breath--
every breath opening the door of gentleness before you

Sometimes you don't know how the design will complete itself

It is about trusting, holding what you are given close to your heart and walking

and the right flower shows up

Trusting the gentleness of your steps that are walking you forward--
in them is the strength you need to live this day

An essential work before us as we reimagine and remake our worlds, relationships, and selves into the their most beautiful, thriving, just, and powerful possibilities is that of healing our cultural and personal histories, stories, systems, and theories of money and the human economy, so that the strangleholds of materialism and market capitalism no longer keep us stuck and powerless.  

This means actively trying out alternatives to the conventional models of money and economics, based on assumptions and values different from the ones that perpetuate our belief in the objective truth—or expediency—of inequity, exploitation, and separation of self from other/nature.

​One such model is that of the sliding scale. By taking into account the differential distribution of wealth and income, it makes room for empathy and responsiveness towards the needs of others in the community—it acknowledges that there is a community on whose well-being the well-being of the practitioner depends. It also acknowledges that people have different capacities to give, and is aligned with the conviction that each of us has gifts to give, and the gifts we have to give cannot always be mediated through money.

It further recognizes that in the current system, the practitioner will have needs that need money to be met.

I've decided to offer my divinations and ritual facilitation services on a sliding scale. Coming to this decision was not easy since it brought me face to face with my own insecurities and unhealed stories of money and security, and yet I know this is the next step for me to take if I am to play my part in co-creating an emergent paradigm that values and builds relationships, trust, and intimacy--
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if I am to play my part in fostering social justice, fairness, and equity--and create access to the gifts I have to offer--

so that they may be received.

Offering 2-3 sliding scale spots every month to in-need people of color was how I had initially tried to address access and equity, but this solution increasingly felt inadequate in light of the intersectional experience of class and the complex ways in which it interacts with systems such as race, ethnicity, immigration status, gender, and ability around which privilege or oppression are experienced. It did not go far enough in meeting the imperatives of equity and inclusion, and remained complicit in the core assumptions of materialist, consumerist market capitalism instead of working towards dismantling them. 

While conceiving the new, income-based sliding scale fee structure, I have been inspired by organizations and initiatives such as the East Bay Meditation Center, East Point Peace Academy, and Spirit in Action that have been experimenting with financial models that are transparent and invite transparency and trust, so that the needs of everyone involved may be met, and sustainability for everyone involved may be secured.

This is a small step.

Here is the scale I've envisaged. When booking a divination with me, I invite you to determine where you fall on the sliding scale, and contribute in proportion to your capacity. ​

• If your annual income is $50,000 or higher: please contribute $140 
• If your annual income falls between $40,000-$50,000: please contribute $120
• If your annual income falls between $30,000-$40,000: please contribute $100
• If your annual income is below $30,000: please contribute $80
• Generosity tier (give a little more in support of me gifting my time to make the divinations accessible!): $160-$180

Or I would also love to work with your communities. To explore this option, write to me!

I am also opening myself up to the barter model. Contact me mentioning what you'd like to offer to see if it is something that could meet a need I have. A couple of specific needs I have: 

1. Massages 
2. Redesign of my poetry/writing website 

If you have any financial concerns or questions, please email me. It is my vision and intention to support you as fully as I can in your journey of healing and transformation in my role as a diviner, just as over the years I have been supported, over and over again, by many, many gifted and generous individuals and communities. ​
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