This Eli Flies~

This time the muse came as one Eli Elkus…

Like a hobo fairy king shape-shifter… who was given the Key to unlocking all the cities

as jail breakers… together we opened the gates and leapt through…

“In my mind there's been a jailbreak 
where all the wicked and the damned come runnin' for the gates 
I think I'd rather watch a guilty man walk... 
than leave a decent man in a cage…” Old Wild World-Eli Elkus

I was on a mission… It was not my choosing, but as a Revolution correspondent sworn to serve, I surrendered to the call.

Little did I know how much it was meant to set me free… this time.

What unfolded… unfolding still… looked me in the eye, shook me, and it took me straight into the great fold itself… in through the dark I leapt!

Yes it was clear as day from the start that Eli was some kind of wanderlust Troubadour fairy King… the kind that wears no crown but rather has tossed his thorny crown into the sacred fires… of which the fodder of those offerings open doorways through the veil… - and I have learned how to see such things and how to step through such walls and doorways myself, in the same way. So, sucked into the call that lives and breathes BEYOND the bounds of belief… to where all true FAITH blossoms and blooms back to life again in giant leaps! … I leapt! And I was eager to cross paths with and fortify such an intrepid traveller as he! Surely, he was in need of comrades, lest I would not have been called… although it’s the well-spring that keeps such intrepid possessionless travelers well-fed, (in case you were wonderin about wanderin) and that well is likewise fed by such springing. If that makes any sense!

And it was faith like fragrant sweet ambrosia of Jasmine blossoms in spring… ing motion, filling the air like True Love’s potion… which DREW me straight from sleep! To him. This.

…is where we met.

When you meet someone beyond the veil, there is always this moment of undefinable relief! Fortification! Camaraderie! To find “another” peer in this world, on the path… is special indeed.

…So, calling me to play my small, great part… as all sacred bodhisattva warriors eventually call me to do, as a muse-queen who likewise has well tossed her crown into the same sacred fires long ago …an ever-expansively growing journey evolved! And in our collective coalescence, that essence sent us FLYING through the Portal Gates!

Take a Deeper Look… stepping through the Looking Glass… and See!

Allow me to kick this piece into a lower gear sweet reader…

My Journey with Eli…

actually started with my April Fool’s Troubadour party on March 29th, 2019… It was on a flight in February to Guatamala that I took with my Wolf Children that I dreamt up the idea for the event. Or perhaps the idea dreamt me up :) either way…

It was “billed” as a “One of a Kind April Fool's Troubadour Extravaganzaaaaaa!! Whose currency was sure to be a night for the Books!!
A Special night where the wisest of the Tarot, The Jolly Fool would be celebrated, the Pranksters would be Merry! Folly and sacred clowning would abound!!” (boy were we right!)

(My 4 official Troubadours were: Brother Sal of Medicinal Purpose, Brittny Charity of Ukes For Dreams, Jeff King of The Kings, and of course, Eli Elkus of People Like You, hot off his solo TroubaTour!!” Special guests on stage were Emma Carr on fiddle and Jaclyn Duncan on Flute.)

With 3 men and 3 women it was telling of the masculine and feminine balancing partnership that our union had in store!

The Troubadours were exquisite as they shared their songs in rounds. Eventually the whole thing melted into a collective musician’s jam. Dan Thomas, Matthew Thorton on Cello, Kristian St John, and Anders Warringer, to name a few of the valley’s finest… were in full-on participation in the creativity unfolding! And they played till the very sun came rising right up over them Happy Valley hills of western Mass. The event was magical beyond belief! And had my sparkly tutu-clad self smiling on fire again in sheer ballerina orbit!

Our house in Amherst, Massachusetts so full of cozy corner pockets, magic porches, and open spaces was the perfect playground… for all to feel at home in the unfolding of ALL our collective GENIUS. PLAY was encouraged, exploration! True originality was celebrated and birthed as it was supported and empowered abundantly… Many new friendships were forged, bonds fortified, and tight knit circles met each other for the first time. The swapping of songs, musings, wisdom, shenanigans, consolations, and hearty belly laughter well into the next day of sunshine bacon snuggles was BOUNTIFUL!

The purpose of fortifying the bonds by bringing dynamic souls together and fostering new ones… was fulfilled!

Needless to say… we all fell in love with one Eli Elkus that night. Here’s his video (left) of a snipet of his “Black Rose” original that he shared…

People were blown away by this genius muppet! And just how many ORIGINAL masterpieces this man channeled!

(the Visuals provided by Kevin Bryson of Dynomite Visuals)

There were a few strange things worth mentioning about the evening… signs, I call them.

1. Brittny Charity (one of our troubadour’s) car caught on fire upon her arrival… the fire department came and put it out. I’m talking giant flames erupting from the engine in our detached garage that had us all thinking it would blow up and set the whole dang house on fire!

2. Our two rabbits died of either shock or a snapped neck from one of the dogs (whose Identity shall remain protected) who busted into their pen that night. YES you heard that right, 1 car fire and 2 fatalities! What a party?? The death of our beloved fur -family was tragic, but what do you expect when you open the fairy roads and invoke the Spirit of the prankster… I suppose.

3. Strangely, that night was the first time I (consciously :) met Eli Elkus in person. The first time was in September of 2018 at Wormtown Music Festival in sunny Greenfield, Massachusetts where my shaman friend Jason Berube and I literally caught him falling off a stage! The encounter was brief but powerful. We held space protecting him.

4. Even more strange was that not 2 hours later as we, Berube and I, meandered towards Jeff King’s Pickin’ Porch/Holistic Village stage, where we caught a second angel falling off a stage! No joke. It was Emma who would later be our fiddle player at our event. Who I also had never met before catching her. Berube and I didn’t know what to make of this serendipity but we were in “flow” and knew that MOST assuredly we were exactly where we were meant to be to help these two strangers, in our wandering… who would later unknowingly, weave their lives with mine in such a profound way!

And why on Earth would I take a gamble on a total stranger to play one of my sacred gatherings later that March?! ( I give up trying to figure out or have my mind catch up to what my heart just knows! Better Answer? Because spirit told me to! And I’ve learned to just listen…)

Always intrigued by who spirit sends me… after that fateful “catching” in September… Eli and I had began corresponding on social media. I began admiring his work and he mine and my school bus adventures. I had never told him about that fateful catch.

A couple months later, he went on what I instantly recognized as his heroes journey… I fortified him by sending him road contacts. He even stayed over Thanksgiving with my very beloved Screaming J’s family in Asheville, North Carolina- who You can read about in my story HERE.

“Yes, God’s soldiers are never what we expect them to be… (the true champion angels are in the trenches.)

They’re tired but they’re all lickin their wounds… They’re like heavenly gargoyles on holy temples… and they’re working tirelessly as watchmen keeping all them primordial fires lit inside of em… and all the hell demons of apathy and desecration away from blowin em all out, and they are creating new temples (with their sacred sisters) …everywhere they roam, ” -The Unlikely Healer; LW

Yes, something blossomed in Eli… out on that road this past winter, activating some inherent 3,000 year old dormant wisdom… and I was fortunate enough to be privy to its tremendous power and beauty. Something that I can only imagine was some kind of a “deeper awakening” beyond the more cliche Rock n’ Roll band fantasy in his gift of drawing “water from the well” so to speak, born from the springing of his own heroes journey for authenticity… begging to be born.

Something in me just knew…

…and he does what he does with Joy! Playfulness! With Love! Dedication!

Clearly many of us Jolly Fools at our troubadour gathering were left hungry for more of the waters Eli draws from… with plenty of “HOLY SHIT!” Moments…

Yes, he serenaded us and won all our hearts with the poetry of his purposeful yet playful, provoking songs that pushed the boundaries of our programming and conditioning… so clever was he! And just so poignantly precise! Boy do I love a good Rabble-rousin’ renegade! I knew this type of soulful songwriting soldier QUITE well… and the words “serious respect” fall short.

“Nonsemble,” Eli’s latest project is composed of an alternating cast of comrades! Eli has said of his latest “Nonsemble” EP in “Live Music News and Review,” “The songs were written and performed under a few archetypes of characters… each an amalgamation of folks met in travels around the United Circus of America. The songs were inspired by (and poke fun at) the lifestyle and aesthetic of elder troubadours once idolized.”

Check out and purchase Eli’s brilliant “Nonsemble” album by clicking> HERE.

Give a good listen.

Kind of takes the consciousness that the folk singers of old created… to a whole new level! …poking fun at the blind spots, (imbalances and dare I say, even misogyny) that exist EVEN withIN that format! Doesn’t it? But I was still weary… from years of my work… after all there are a LOT of phonies out there… was this truly something of more substance for me to sink and cut my mama wolf teeth into… or just another clever but disappointing heartbreaker feeding his ego in creative ways… I would find out.

When the opportunity arose for my family to fly on up to Maine just two weeks after our party… on a Ramble Fam-Gamble for his Album release party… we jumped at the chance!

-Was it a 2 and a half hour drive? YES.

-Was I teaching a 3 hour Yoga teacher-training the next day to want-to-be teachers!!? YES. (Which I was impeccably prepared for, on little sleep I might add.)

-Was I leaving for Pennsylvania in a Banjo-Bus family adventure to the Allegheny National Forest the day after that? Also YES.

-Was I crazy to consider this?! Without a doubt!

-So Was it still in the cards? Absolutely, 1,000% YES! A call had never felt stronger! This type of God’s soldiering brilliant troubadour is RARE. This I knew.

I’ve learned to trust! So Up my Wolf Children and I drove to meet destiny and a whole bunch of new snuggle muffin muppets ta-boot! It did not disappoint! It’s rare for me to be truly inspired by a musician who pushes boundaries the way Eli does.

York, Maine

In York, our families merged beautifully… it was Love at first… Even our skoolies made friends :) It was yet another gathering replete with benefit. Taryn Clayton, a dear friend to Eli and to the Revolution, and Be Love, our host was among the special gems who I would become close with… Be lives on a Peter Pan diet, and is one of those rare souls who truly walks the walk with how effortlessly she shares the wealth of her own abundance, feeding the dream collective and all the long-at-sea-lost festival wanderers…

As Eli said, “Our lil' big grand ol' family is growing... Last night was magic. Keep 'em alive and watch 'em go!” My wolf children danced and played, howled and sang in Be’s garden that night… and well after they were tucked into their beds, we sang up the sun up, as we do, seducing it with the freedom of true love’s kiss… once again.

As a hostess, at my party there wasn’t a ton of time to really connect… I was found either deep in collaborative freedom rolling around on the ground taking and sharing notes, both figuratively and literally… or laughing and snuggling my divine guests! So in York was where Eli and I both had the pleasure of really understanding just how deeply we understood each other’s languages. I remember even writing to my mentor about him the next day:

“Amazing how when you connect with a real peer in this world... it’s like a perfect dream come to life... of who you are reflected back and suddenly you don’t feel so alone. And so you dive deep and hold each other in this perfect trust and deep intimacy. Where real connection is. Such mutual reverence was shared last night between Eli and I. He really saw me, and I him. Was like this needed breath of fresh air... we equated it to being like those Miyazaki Japaname movies... like “Spirited Away”... where the spirits go to the sacred bath house that appears... and they replenish and restore... licking each other’s wounds... to then go back out fortified into this wild wicked world to do healing work... Yes meeting Eli last night was like making a sanctuary... meeting another feeder in this world like myself. It made me think this is what you must have felt when you met Brad or Jay Cobb...”

For me, immediately following Eli’s visit, was a whirlwind of teaching yoga teacher traininers… then scooting off on my trip towards the Alleghany National Forest! I picked up a few extra wolf children hitch-hiking Train scamps and their pups along the way… We explored caves, secret hidden underground waterfalls, and ancestral forest trails. Here’s a song one of them sang me in Ithaca when we dropped them off! Our Chariot, Banjo always attracts true-life Wolf Children!

The trip was cut short from some unforseen circumstances involving the death of our faithful cat, Catarina. What seemed like a bummer on the surface… (3 pets in 3 weeks) reeked to me of fate. We had a very moving burial led every step of the way by the children.

Eli had a show that Friday and texted me telling me he was coming early and wondering if we wanted to go for a romp in the woods with Bronco, his faithful wolf-hound. Of course we did. So we loaded up our whole ever-expansive family into Banjo Bus and off we went to a nearby glorious waterfall we took him to!

After that it was straight to Northampton’s very own localer’s club house… otherwise known as Bishop’s Lounge!

Eli played with his band People Like You, and the opener was members of Bella’s Bartok and Mama’s Marmalade. Excitement and energy are the 2 words that best describe the action packed performances. The place was packed and the amount of musicians in attendance was staggering. You can check out the whole dang performance by clicking-> HERE.

The next day I boarded my faithful flying Bison, Pirate ship, Banjo Bus and continued on Eli Elkus Tour! What would be a total of 4 shows in 2 days!

As I arrived in Portsmouth for his “Teddy Bear’s Picnic” outdoor set… I understood quickly that magic was about to unfold as this little friendly pirate instantly greeted me and was just about as in love with Banjo as I am!

Yes it was made abundantly clear, to anyone who can read signs… what was about to happen…

We were at Neverland’s door… and the portal gate was just beginning to open!

To be granted passage to Never Land through the portal, the questions asked of us were…

-Have you become child-like?

-Have you learned not to abuse power?

-Have you polished your seeing eyes and taken the cotton out of your ears to hear the “sphere music” ?

-Have you sharpened ALL your subtle senses …the way a samurai sharpens his sword? …so that you may see, feel, hear again the meanings and merit behind each occurrence, word spoken, the s p a c e between notes… and to fully comprehend EACH phenomena presenting itself!?

-And have you sharpened that sword of truth to cut through the thick mucus layers of those soul-shine numbing walls of oppressive business-as-usual conditionings and lies, which require such dedication …to pierce THROUGH to freedom!

-And what of the flames of LOVE… have you stoked them for all of the long lost festival wanderers, worshipers, lost children, and window sill dwellers alike? …so that we may all be led by its brilliant bountiful light?

Those primordial fires are surely there, burning ABLAZE and they are the ones

in which all captains keep watch over!

Yes, Yes. Yes! YES! YES!!! …Y E S ! ! ! ! ! A million times yes...

was our answer.

“THEN STEP THROUGH” …She said.

In Stepping through The gears of time and space we became steeped in WAKEFULNESS…

we stretched ourselves… to the free-lands of love…

Growing and shift ~shaping as we flew in love… scooping everyone up along with us~

I can barely recall the linear events once we stepped through the fairy portals we opened in Portsmouth at the Teddy Bear’s picnic…Time and space stopped as we floated off together… swimming in the abundant nectar of love’s bliss! But all I know is that it involved a show in Rochester, NH at Fresh Vibes, 2 school buses, a fantastic supportive bass player by the name of Lukas Labrie! And any ever-growing family who was brave enough to leap along for the ride!

Our final stop on this mini-tour was where we were swept up into the loving arms of the Home Sweet Home of the New Hampshire Church of Canabis! Otherwise known as “Charleez Hill.” It was 4/20 after all… and THAT’S where the real magic happened. This deconstructed playground is one of the Revolution’s well kept secrets…

Yes, tattered on the surface to the outside naked eye… but one glimpse with the right kind of monocle over your third eye people… and I knew right away it was kimono time! See, Charleez Hill is sort of like a creative veritable Wild West for it’s community of Pirate Punk Pranksters. A Giant poster of Elvis and other 1950’s treasures and trippy carefully placed memorabilia greet you at the door. Each one seemed eerily like it had secret divine messages to whisper just to you in their placement! There is an almost overwhelming assortment of Eye-candy of every kind everywhere you look even as you step into the broader warehouse room where the stage is set up at the back. The ambiance of the place could only be described as “complete hap-hazard anarchist decor!” Terri is the bad ass biker mama Bear that holds space and many events in this pirate portal. She’s a real take-no-shit warm and fuzzy type of mama that seems to exude the balance needed to keep the dream of freedom on track and alive even as it’s meandering into what would appear to be an irrational nonsensical flight pattern as this ship of a place takes flight. And fly you will here… as everything about this place makes you truly feel like you’ve stepped into some other dimension. It didn’t surprise me that the meadows and groves out back also seem to make you feel a bit like Alice through some rabbit hole. Props, like a toy cap-gun that was mennacingly addictive, and other theatrical gadgets of brilliant expression laying about, were dream-inducing.

To my bus I went! To put on my best cape.

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To elucidate the type of channeling Eli tapped into that night when playing his set at Charleez Hill…

A Story.

This was a story that was revealed to me by a teacher named Jen Ward… It came to LIFE with deeper understanding for me through Eli’s playing that night.

Through the ether BETWEEN spaces and notes beyond the veil… it GRABBED me

…especially during the song “Black Rose.”

There once existed a civilization whose rulers were made up of shamanic dancers and musicians. The dancers represented the Light, and the musicians- the Sound… which all of the universe and time and space is made up of. During sacred ceremonies, the dancers danced with the grace of divinity flowing through their very bodies… their male consorts who were equally good at this did the same with their music. It was ego-less and together when they harmonized -their medicine was pure and the music opened the portals to the gods and spirit realms where all the medicine and answers could be heard and tasted... but it was the dancers who were able to step through the portal. The portal that the music would open, in perfect trust, in perfect partnership. It could not happen without both parties who knew these ways - presently doing the work together, with reverence.

Together thats how they would draw the vital profound wisdom from beyond the veil into the hearts of the assembly. This medicine would flow in all directions and everyone would get fed the medicine in their own way, of all the answers their hearts needed. This happened once this alchemy was performed. Upgrades to the understanding of all present were downloaded during these sacred rituals. as well as glimpses of the important work ahead. That is how this civilization knew how to proceed. These musical shamans and their consorts were rulers like Kings and Queens, but not the kind who abused power... the opposite. For only perfect love and perfect trust could open the portals.

But one day a tribe of barbarians came along and killed all the musical consorts -sacred masculine (which is why the music road warriors incarnate are wary to this day and disgruntled) think how many times in History when a tribe invaded a civilization, all the men are killed the women are enslaved... These barbarians enslaved the sacred feminine dancers. (The guilt the sacred male consorts had for not being able to save and protect the sacred feminine is why the sacred masculine are guarded towards the feminine to this day in not wanting to let them into the boys club of music- this is why it is so hard for women to break through into the music scene, and yet- when they do, why it is so powerful. Because we are all ready and hungry to heal.)

The barbarians, They knew only of hearing of these goddesses incredible sexy enticing dancing- but because they could not SEE nor understand the subtle sacred work- they had no idea of the real work these healers did. So.

They forced the women to dance for them. (This is where strippers evolved and come from)

Of course without perfect trust or perfect love nor their partners by their side to perform this work with them- the dancers weren’t able to open portals for anything... it became a mere sheer dance of superficial lust and flesh... for the men enslaving and desecrating goddess… that’s why all soooo many goddesses are suffering from Stockholm syndrome, in love with their captors… as they awaken to the realization that the kismet they thought they felt when first attracted to their mates in this lifetime- was actually the pang of familiar chains... Read that again.

When Eli sang that haunting song I understood who I had met. Eli woke me up to what I was missing… My sacred partner.

I told him all this in a sacred field outside the Church of Cannabis.

The next day Eli nor I could explain what had happened other than to know that something quite large had stepped through his music and my dancing and SPOKEN to us BOTH through it… informing us of who we were and why we had met. Very few were privy to that moment, but those who were there had witnessed its power and couldn’t make sense of its magnitude either. They were amazed as much as we were.

We began to understand the first inklings of the reasons why our paths merged… why I had caught him falling off that stage, how he had caught me with his brave leaping, how we enriched and healed each other and informed one another’s remembering… and the work we served, in our union ahead.

To me, all I knew is that Eli was some sort of warrior come and sent here to help set me free… to him it felt like he had met the goddess in the well embodied, who had been nourishing him always …to no end. Simply put, we had found a true comrade in this world in each other… beyond all the bullshit of people trying to take our light in so many different ways all the fucking time.

Eli and I quickly began to also understand that EVERY single thing we did in partnership together was so much bigger than the both of us. It was as if we had found the skeleton key… And indeed it was a Jail break… 🗝🖤👁🔥 In freeing ourselves… we were breaking all the goddesses and gods out of the subtle contracts that were enslaving them. Contracts of obligations… contracts of squandering out our light… contracts that others try to enforce because our light reminds them of the blindness they’ve embraced so they try to steal it from you. In being strong in our partnership and friendship we were setting a firm boundary down so that all others can reclaim their empowerment too.

We were doing ancient healing work of untangling and dissolving past transgressions done unto us long ago. It was work performed in timelessness. That’s why it felt so eerie. And in the portal beyond time and space, beyond the veil… our work rippled across to all eras of healing and reawakening the shamans and sacred partnerships needed. These are so needed for balance to restore.

That was the purpose of our meeting as well as the task at hand. It became abundantly clear that it was our noble purpose to cut all ties with the lesser worlds that held back this work… YES the task at hand was to use the FORTITUDE we had found in the WISDOM of the 5D… to create massive changes back in the 3D, so that We COULD be FREE to shift more permanently to the 5D with all our brothers and my sisters forevermore in that sound-aborning heavenly home! Perpetually, unhindered, forever.

It’s hard to believe… but a glimpse of what bliss awaits when sacred partnership stays in the light of RESPECT:

Dancing in a river and balancing stones on my head as he made his prayer for me...
Zooming through sunlit field on bikes and down trails finding our bliss and following every whiff of intuition... tracking the path like an animal tracks... like finding the water as dowsing dolls with Bronco! …like a wolf tracks... like the music tracks... intuitively with the power and the force and PULSE and passion we feed it... as the songs are DRAWN from that well so effortlessly! It’s amazing how many songs were written in such a short amount of time when Divine Feminine and Sacred Masculine harmonize in PERFECT TRUST.
…and in freeing- myself through sacred DANCE I freed the invisible shackles on everyone else's childlike JOY and power!

As creator... down to every last elder or hearts holding back...
And as the levy breaks through my dance.. the waters spill over~ to an impossible brilliance holding everyone in allllll that JOY.

Stealing through the forest like Little John and Robin Hood... stealing all the shackles of possessiveness... stealing BACK the sacred Pirate flag… Freeing the women and men who vampire to know they have what they seek within! And don’t need to feed off our sacred partnership.

Planting seeds. Sharing wisdom and boundaries. OPENING fairy landing strips and portals at the BEAUTIFUL GILMAN Farm in Exeter, NH! That place is magic and Cheryl is a Queen Mother for all the lost boys and girls who weave dreams…

Finding Heaven in Vermont with the Wolf Children… Spreading love and light, rolling through endless portals! Drawing so many friends new and old into our dream and fortifying everyone with us!

TRUST…

But as I said… the portals to all this joy and expansive magic and growth for us and our communities can only stay open when we don’t let our fundamental darkness and demons win… It can only stay open in reverence. In recognizing the Gold of sunlight richness in each other and all around and never for a moment desecrating it by taking it for granted. The portal to this bliss in partnerships can only stay open in Perfect Trust.

Thank you readers. I wish you each a splendid journey in weaving your own myths towards the light of all your JOY! Bliss! Love! and Peace. Thank you for reading.