The Altar Healing and Ceremony

03/30/2026

LIBRA FULL MOON 🕯️ April 1st, 2026 • 11:11pm MST

A love letter from my Libra heart to yours. This realm is SO much more than just ‘relationships’ ~ it is the nature of relationality itself. To know this, we must first understand the origin of separation; the original wound.

There is an existential ache that we often mistaken for a void to be filled. In our folly, we forget (and sometimes remember) that the origin of this longing is the moment the mirror shattered into a thousand forms, each of us a shimmering sliver of the One.

This is the true source of our yearning for reunion; the illusion of separateness that is the very nature of material reality. The Divine concealed (and revealed) within everything. She is playing Hide & Seek…it is the Leela, the divine play.

Teachings on non-duality have helped me to understand this ache beyond all else. The One in the Many. I muse about this at length on the Altar of Stars this week.

The Libra Full Moon on Wednesday will be ruled by a freshly dignified Venus in Ta**us, doubling the Venusian influence and emphasizing Her teachings. 🌊🕯️💞

Brought to you by my Sun/Chiron/North Node conjunction in the 2nd Decan of Libra, the 3 of Swords 🌹❤️‍🔥🕯️ I’m a lover girl, what can I say ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

03/27/2026

ANCESTRAL LINEAGE HEALING 🌲 bringing repair so we can move towards ritually-safe, ongoing maintenance in connection with our people

Always offering this work one-on-one, but also in ancestor circles for group process every season. Next cohort opens in May. Reach out with questions & interest!

🦬🦅🌊🌹🌲🕯️🖤🌙⚡️

03/25/2026

Blessed Saturn Cazimi ❤️‍🔥⚔️⚡️take a vow to action.

Feeling more like my Self again, which moreso means being unburdened from all the prior forms of myself I ever have been. The older I get, the less interested I am with identifying with anything. I want to be like a cloud, dreaming myself into being, shapeshifting and constantly re-attuning to the changing conditions. Steady in the flux.

A decade ago I was so concerned with making something of myself, eager hands forcefully shaping the clay of my being. The blessed curse of urgency of a natal Aries Saturn, not yet in rhythm & relationship with right pace. Untrusting, perhaps, of the unseen hands that were trying to collaborate in my formation.

Between a rock & a hard place, let me be water. Let my palms be open & receptive to possibility, to the wisdom that I know nothing of where this is all taking me. Let me be present, feeling every sensation of the waters as they wash over my being and make something miraculous of this precious life. It is not up to me; I do not want to be the doer anymore. I want to be a good listener. One who responds to the call.

I don’t know how to define my work anymore; I’m resistant to it. And yet the world asks that I take a shape, to make sense. Astrologer, Ancestral Tender, culture worker, ritualist, drum maker, dancer, community weaver. Yes, something like that.

What I do know, is that I’m in love with the patterns of creation that express through all things; the stars, the perfected geometry of bodies in orbit. The freckle on your face, your laughter ~ a memory of ancestors long remembered through you. The ecosystems of relationship that weave us into being, seen & unseen; a constant invitation into true belonging. Re-membering these lifeways that this myth of amnesia has convinced are out of reach.

I write, I speak, I teach, I gather beloved humans so we may learn how to listen together. If you want to work with me, you know how to find me.
Some of my offerings have been renewed, open doors & hearts. If you want to fall in love with the stars, reconnect with your people, be held in community~ reach out. I love you. Take care of yourselves, kin.

03/23/2026

ARIES CAZIMI // week ahead ❤️‍🔥⚡️

The bravery of the fool
To leap without looking
To keep moving
Lest we get stuck in the space between
Break free from liminality through
MOVEMENT
Without knowing where it’s taking you
Keep going
Trust yourself

Full musing about this on the week ahead / altar of stars SÜBST@CK !!

03/22/2026

Aries Season coming in with multiple cazimi’s this week. Neptune and Saturn both receive an exalted renewal as they pass through the solar temple. We are being asked to keep going, keep moving, do not get stuck in the liminality of overwhelm.

Rilke’s words have been a compass for navigating this moment. May they offer the Same to you.

This week on the Altar of Stars I share some pretty intense messages that have been carrying me through the past few weeks. Open for all to listen, may it offer encouragement in navigating the unknown.

I love you. Prayers for the lands that are currently under attack. Mars can bring revolution, or it can bring destruction. May we choose the former each day.

🙏❤️‍🔥☀️🌊🫂🕯️🤟⚡️

03/21/2026

Eid Mubarak!! 🌙 thank you all SO MUCH for those that shared & contributed to this raffle for Lebanon.

Collectively we raised over $1.3k to send to Lebanon Solidarity Collective!! That’s a significant amount of resources & support being made possible. Shukran!!

If you’d like to donate directly, you can find the link at ~ thank you for organizing this effort ongoing 🙏🕯️🌹🇱🇧 resources are needed on an ongoing basis.
Don’t underestimate the impact of mutual aid raffles! May it inspire others to do the same, this is only the beginning & G@za still needs our support as well 🙏

Lifting up our raffle winner for her generous donation, may this Capricorn drum serve you sweetly. This piece was made under the new moon on winter solstice, blessed by the grandfathers. May it protect life & lineage in your corner as well. 🖤

From my ancestors & living family to yours ~ thank you friends, assalamu alaikum 🙏🌹🌙🕯️🇱🇧

03/19/2026

Blessed Pisces New Moon 🌹⚡️❤️‍🔥🌊🕯️

Burned a big bundle of prayers from our communal ceremony this past weekend. Took two full hours to burn to ash. May the prayers carry where they’re needed most.

Made a rattle for myself from a fallen left deer antler I found on my Saturn return. Bear skin & raccoon fur for the Robin Hood blessings. May I pay this beauty forward forever onwards. I am only here to Love. Owl gives a sweet wink as reminder.

First ceremony held for this new moon in ages, first fire on the land since Samhain. The thaw is awakening, the spirits yawning as the stretch from their slumber. I feel their quickening. I am with them, made real by their invitation into deeper belonging.

Blessings to the cycles returning, old ones closing with new ones opening. We are part of this endless spiral, shaped by it, born of it. Thank you for my life. 💎♾️⚡️🦌

03/15/2026

03/15/2026

RAFFLE FOR LEBANON 🇱🇧🕯️🌲 ﷽

15 per entry • enter as many times as you want
Venmo -west or message me to enter

Proceeds will go to Lebanon Solidarity Collective ❤️‍🔥
PLEASE SHARE • closes on Friday March 20th @ 11pm ET

‏اَلسَّلَامُ عَلَيْكُمْ‎

03/13/2026

LAST CALL!! FRIDAY THE 13th!! Enter this circus tent!

Don’t talk yourself out of this one. Take it from me directly, as someone who robbed themselves of this opportunity before and regretted it ever since.

Yes, change is scary. Moreso, living beyond our perceived limitations is scary. It’s something we cannot control. You have no idea how big your magick is. That is a holy edge.

03/11/2026

Wow, today my Saturn returns to full peak. Hand over my heart in the self-witnessing. So much learned, often the hard way, as is the work of the soul’s forge.

For my whole life I have grappled with what to do with all of this fire, so much intensity in one body. Bursting at the seams, I wished for someone to make a warrior out of me, to teach me how to wield this will accordingly. Thank the Gods for those teachers that have crossed my path, & helped me to hone my pridefulness into humility.

To be Teachable. That is the true work. Without it, I would have missed so many opportunities for wisdom to reach me. I am willful, stubborn to my own detriment. My dearest teachers have reflected back that the work of the warrior is truly humility. To know how to bow down & kiss the earth for its gifts. Immense gratitude to Hawk for his generosity + patience with me. I count my blessings everyday for our ancestors’ weaving.🌲

I wish to be steady like the pine. Bent down on one knee as the knight who commits to a code of chivalry. I know now that Love is Ethics, and serve this with my entire being. Devotion is a kind of fire, meant to transform you.

I am here to learn how to love this world well. To leave it better than I found it. To become a Good Ancestor. Everything I do is for those that I will never know in a body, generations from now. The drum’s heart beating, slow & steady, teaching me pace.

When I asked my ancestors about this day, this rite of passage, they responded “become the firekeeper”. An image of a fire on a hill, a call to kin, to those that have been searching for sanctuary, for community to do this work - TOGETHER. We cannot do it alone. The work of the firekeeper is those who keep the embers burning, so that others may find its warmth when the time comes. All I care to do is devote my life to this remembrance, whatever form it might take.

I have so much to learn. I spent most of my life seeking answers & form, now I understand it is everything beyond this that shapes true character. My devotion has been worked in service of something much larger. Grist for the mill, heat from the forge. ⚔️❤️‍🔥🦅

03/08/2026

I joke often that I never know what to say when people ask me “what to you do for work?”… how could I possibly answer such a singular, limited question? How could I possibly define my own multitudes to ‘pick a lane’?

In the prismatic kaleidoscope of my own expansive + ever-changing identities, something feels dishonoring to try to distill it to labels. Perhaps it is my nature as a 12th house person to experience Self beyond these binaries ~ I am shaped by everything that I love, quite naturally.

I have been thinking a lot about permission. Permission to diverge from convention as the work of creatives & worldbuilders, specifically. In fact; We must. And the overculture will never grant us that permission ~ it functions in opposition to the agenda of disempowerment. We must grant that permission ourselves, and offer that to one another.

Many folx have asked me about my experience at the Magician’s Table last year. My response has been “it gave me complete permission to crash around in my own gifts, and find out what they can really do”. Creative people need a playground to explore our own dimensionalities. We need dynamic, permissive containers alongside true COMMUNITY ~ especially as so much have lived our lives as outcasts. We will never truly know what we’re capable of without that exploration.

My gifts do not fit into the narrative of the overculture. And because of that, they’re the exact antidote to break the spell of such a disenchanted world. Empire convinced me that my gifts were useless. Community reminded me how much they’re truly needed. My wild ritual tending of the unseen web of relations is a medicine I would’ve never believed in otherwise, if my kin did not reflect that back to me.

The Magician’s Table begins in a week. We have a very small few seats left. I can feel those of you out there that are circling, somehow finding ways to talk yourself out of it. My heart breaks to think you won’t get the chance to explore your gifts in the presence of true kinship.

Message me with Qs. Friday the 13th spell ~ take your seat. Claim your magick. 🪄