Posted to my Substack , " Last night, I tried sending energies to the LA protestors (which is how I help when I’m not able to be there—I’m a völva and so I cast), but the Gods stopped me, saying it’s being handled and that I need to focus on my family and local area. Today I woke up from a dream where I was getting my entire body painted and I had to hold really really still. I tried, but my body was cramping and exhausted. I was trying so hard, and the artists were understandably frustrated. After a break, I was able to relax and focus—meditate. Finally I was able to sit up so they could work on my face and my front. Next break, I was able to take a peek and see that they were turning me into a beautiful black Medusa and peacock phoenix hybrid, covered in storyboard “tattoos” that I couldn’t see. Excited for the final, I closed my eyes, and patiently waited for the artists to finish. I woke up before, but I feel that last night and the dream have something to do with each ...