In my latest Medium post, I explore the messy, often confusing status of religion and spirituality in the United States today. The article begins:
We first met the Golden Oracle in 2013. She had just finished a 90-day juice fast and looked, in the farmers’ market where we saw her, a little bit shaky, if also rather wild. Back then, her name was just Angela, a woman fairly recently departed from LA, and around the time we left Joshua Tree, in March 2015, it was still Angela.
It was only later that she became the Golden Oracle, only later, and unbeknownst to us, that her divine services in the form of sacred nourishment, womb chakra healing, oracle readings, sacred pregnancies, and cacao ceremonies would be readily on offer. Only then would she address her readers as beloveds whom she loved.
Something, therefore, happened to Angela on the way from LA to J Tree, and that something, it seems to me, cannot be understood apart from the birth of, and rapid explosion of interest in, the Spirit Weavers Gathering, an annual event in celebration of the divine feminine.
You can read the rest of the personal essay here.