OctoOracle & Priestess of Artful Living

01/13/2026

“O ancient land of ice and stone
Kalasliit Nunaat, forever our home
A hungry giant wants to take our shore”…. 🎶

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01/12/2026

Trees
The lungs of our world.

01/12/2026

Such a beautiful soul.
May the light embrace and keep you.

The Servants of the Light school marks with deep respect and gratitude the passing of Dolores Ashcroft-Nowicki, who served as Director of Studies from October 31st 1976, until her retirement on June 11th 2018.

Dolores Ashcroft-Nowicki passed peacefully in the early hours of the morning on January 8th.

Born on June 11th 1929, on the Island of Jersey, she was raised within a family tradition of psychic and esoteric awareness, which shaped her early sensitivity to inner worlds and spiritual discipline.

Her formal involvement in the Western Mystery Tradition began in the 1960s through her work with the Society of the Inner Light, founded by Dion Fortune. There she met W. E. Butler and Gareth Knight, and later contributed to the development of the Helios Practical Course on the Mystical Qabalah, which evolved into the Servants of the Light School.

On October 31st 1976, following W. E. Butler’s retirement, Dolores was appointed Director of Studies of the Servants of the Light. For more than four decades, she acted as guardian, teacher, and interpreter of the School’s work, overseeing its teachings in Hermetic Qabalah, ritual practice, inner plane contact, and spiritual development.

Under her guidance, the School grew into an internationally respected centre for disciplined esoteric training, grounded in ethical responsibility and experiential depth. She retired as Director of Studies in 2018 but continued to teach and to write.

A prolific author, lecturer, and mentor, Dolores combined intellectual clarity, imagination, warmth, and humour, consistently encouraging students to cultivate discernment, integrity, and inner authority. She held the inner thread of the tradition with steadiness and care, insisting that magical work must serve consciousness and balance rather than personal ambition.

Dolores touched the lives of thousands of students with her unique magic and teaching, and we celebrate her life at this sad time.

The Servants of the Light school honours Dolores Ashcroft-Nowicki for her lifelong dedication to the Work and gives thanks for the enduring legacy she leaves within the school and beyond.

Dolores is loved and remembered by many.

We extend our deepest condolences to Dolores' family at this time of grief. Her family have requested privacy and quiet at this time, so they will not be responding to messages.

May Dolores journey onward in Light and go forth shining!

01/11/2026

For countless generations, the Blackfeet people have carried knowledge of who they are, where they come from, and their deep connection to the Northern Plains. These truths lived in spoken stories, ceremonies, and collective memory long before outside institutions tried to define history on their own terms. What Elders safeguarded through time is now being affirmed—science is finally listening. 🪶🌾

Recent DNA research confirms that the Blackfeet Nation has lived on the Northern Plains for at least 18,000 years. This finding is more than a scientific milestone; it is a powerful affirmation of oral tradition, cultural memory, and ancestral knowledge that endured despite repeated attempts to silence or erase it. The land has always known its people, just as the people have always known the land.

This moment carries weight because it challenges how history is told. Indigenous knowledge was never missing or mistaken—it was simply ignored. Long before textbooks, borders, and timelines written by outsiders, truth was preserved through community, continuity, and lived experience. When science chooses to listen rather than dismiss, history becomes deeper, richer, and far more honest. 🏕️🔥

01/09/2026

The One Who Floats Between Worlds

I met the otter when the water forgot its edges.

The river was neither fast nor still.

It moved the way breath moves

without effort, without hurry.

And there, where the current softened into listening,

the otter rose upright,

small paws folded as if holding a secret.

It did not speak.

It smiled.

The elders say the otter does not carry wisdom the way others do.

It does not burden itself with gravity.

Its teaching arrives sideways

through laughter, through play,

through the gentle reminder that joy is not a distraction

but a doorway.

The markings along its body shimmered like stories learned by touch,

not by memory.

Circles within circles.

Paths that never insist on a straight line.

The otter knows what humans often forget:

that survival is not only endurance,

it is also delight.

Water beads clung to its fur like small prayers,

each one a moment fully lived and released.

Flowers leaned closer, unafraid.

Even the night softened around it.

In Native teachings, the otter walks between realms

land and water, seriousness and play,

the visible and the unseen.

It teaches balance not by instruction,

but by example.

“Do not harden,” it seemed to say.

“Do not close yourself in the name of strength.”

Because what bends can swim.

What laughs can heal.

And what floats

often carries others across.

When the otter slipped back into the current,

the river felt warmer.

Not louder.

Not changed.

Just kinder.

And long after it was gone,

I understood:

some spirits come to remind us

that joy, too, is sacred.

OP: Zoltan Nagy

01/08/2026

I kneaded this today.

01/05/2026

The movement in this video is extraordinary.

01/04/2026

✍️ Some people may doubt that our walk can bring peace to the world—and we understand that doubt completely. But everything that has ever mattered began with something impossibly small. A single seed. A first mindful breath. A quiet decision to take one step, then another.

Our walking itself cannot create peace. But when someone encounters us—whether by the roadside, online, or through a friend—when our message touches something deep within them, when it awakens the peace that has always lived quietly in their own heart—something sacred begins to unfold.

That person carries something forward they didn’t have before, or perhaps something they had forgotten was there. They become more mindful in their daily life—more present with each breath, more aware of each moment. They speak a little more gently to their child. They listen more patiently to their partner. They extend kindness to a stranger who needed it desperately.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

And that stranger, touched by unexpected compassion, carries it forward to someone else. And it continues—ripple by ripple, heart by heart, moment by moment—spreading outward in ways none of us will ever fully witness, creating more peace in the world than we could possibly measure.

This is our contribution—not to force peace upon the world, but to help nurture it, one awakened heart at a time. Not the Walk for Peace alone can do this, but all of us together—everyone who has been walking with us in spirit, everyone who feels something stir within them when they encounter this journey, everyone who decides that cultivating peace within themselves matters.

One step becomes two. Two become a thousand. A thousand become countless. And slowly, gently, persistently—not through grand gestures but through ten thousand small acts of love—we can help make the world more peaceful.

This is our hope. This is our offering. This is why we walk.

May you and all beings be well, happy, and at peace.

01/04/2026

Shine brightly noble one.

01/04/2026

In 2020, a man claimed to have visited the Lemurian city of Telos inside Mount Shasta. He provided images to show what the city looks like.

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