T & A with Heather

10/31/2025

Offering a discount on tarot readings for celebration of the thin veil. 70 for half hour normally 88, 40 for 16 minutes normally 44. Send a DM if you are interested. Pulled a card to see beyond the veil. King of swords. Protect, converse, and connect if you can see beyond the veil.
moon

10/30/2025

Clear and create your karma immaculate reconception.

10/06/2025

🗝️Immaculate Re-Conception
Birthing your demons and rebirthing your true self

🪔This is a 3 part offering where we deep dive into your truest resonance by releasing and re-seeding.

🧬In this offering, you are midwifed through the process of releasing energies and entities from your lineage and from our cultural programming and from your earth journey that do not serve your highest purpose.

🩸We are alchemizing daddy demons and mamma drama into ascension energy

⚱️After we release, we will reseed our creative powerhouse - the womb.
We will intentionally choose what we are bringing in to birth forth into reality.
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09/24/2025

Dying to thrive
A demon in the system
A nervous system
Anxious and alive
Tell me what to do
You are GOD too
My dad-daddy and his demons
I’ll bend over now
Because your the better president
Were we ever equal
Under the same stars
The fake flag
I surrender to the system
Something is missing
Integrity and reflection
I bend over backwards
And cross my legs
Hope to die
With you between my thighs
My legs are arms in the bedroom
A wish bone
Pull me apart
My heart, already broken and stolen
My soul signed on a birth certificate
Born into an image
I need to maintain
This is pain
I play the game
An infant signing her soul to the devil
Before she ever new evil existed
I’ll give you a son
You can own him too
Sign him up for murder
After our consentless screw
Evil is unjust
Fair is a lie
And then there is karma
Cali
Her fingers shoot fire
Like a dick shoots s***m
A lost civilization or a dead one in the same
Will there be another oak
Is the acorn the joke
I’ll birth my death in secret
Every month
The chicken laid an egg
I ate it
And turned into and old hen
Bleed out the last civilization
So very uncivilized
I reset my nervous system
On top of GOD
Or my partner in crime
We love to trespass
Our favorite sin
Trespass onto the illusion of owning land
Thanks for the lesson earth mom
I’ve come to understand, cm to understand
That one day we will walk right of the earth

09/14/2025

08/11/2025

Still Lake
Still life
The sounds, the smells
The s*x
Peace is primal
In the call of a loon
It’s a day, that’s easy to go with
I get it for right now
Present
The elements in mid summer
Enter my skin like sun rays
I become the plant
The giving tree
Giving and giving back
To the earth that made me
To the decay I know exists
Eventually right now
I know how to die like the leaf
Sweet relief
Breakdown like the stick
Bleed like the sap
Heal with the needles
Pine for the forest
Return to the Gods
Return to the GODS
Becoming sky in a body
When bones sleep
Today I have peace

12/23/2024

I ride broomsticks and horses
Dress in metal and fabric
Undress in revelations and reflections
Lay eggs when I smell babies
Conjure in the kitchen
Plant with seeds and chicken feet
Garnish with rosemary
Carry garlic and cinnamon
Shiny stones for wisedom and circles
Create fires to destruct
Grow fingernails to point with precision
And I grow hair for you to climb into the tower I was birthed in
I hiss at the devil
And sometimes with him
We dance defiantly
Under the same moon
And stare into the sun
I melt and dissolve into earth
Grow back with self worth
To f**k magic wands and commune with god
Unlocking magic
With bad habits
The next 3 days I revel in the dark
Roll on the cold earth
To remember the witch waking
Gifts of solstice
Take flight to the moon
On a horse that’s on a broomstick
Returning to the coven of stars
Re turning to the stars

12/04/2024

Just your average bottomless pit of poetry and romance,
Constantly unsatisfied, subtlety asking for more
You can’t fill the bottomless Pisces cenote
Committed to un satisfaction and distaste
Keeps the pen flowing
Bottomless inspiration
A need for fun I won’t allow
Safe home alone in fantasy
Neptune illusion
Who rules who
Poseidon pitch fork
The devil of unconditional love
Lucifer is falling
Love to the bottomless
Is unconditional
Heart expansion, Neptune divinity

11/13/2024

Mornings are hard. Spend the days shaking off restless sleep. Mars has got me in a roar. Neptune brings the tears. When will this conjunction end. It is damp and tiring. I awake feeling the fixed presence of Scorpio. Astrological excuses! Definitely not logical, I just need something that makes sense. Other than the past. Been there done that, felt that. Why do I need to feel it again? Mind, shut the f**k up! Mind your own business! The problem that I gift to myself. It’s not logical, it’s astrological. I’ve spent 400 years reading stars. Understanding mars. Internal warfare. I come from this light. What is the problem? Mercury. Do not kill the messenger. It’s me, why can’t I just shut the f**k up. I can hear myself but my mouth is not moving. Introversion, another version of self. A version that is safe not sorry. Safe from artificial light. Safe from fights I’m afraid to have. So I put them here in my prayer book. A book of prayers for freedom. I don’t where it is, somewhere inside. I only know what she wants, want we want. It’s peace, peace of mind. So I unravel under the sun. Getting ready to return to the light. The bounce of humanity, back and forth, illusion of duality. Until we learn the knowing that’s already there. Deep inside the lizard brain. The energy of creation seeded deep at the base of the skull or the best of the heart, and remember to shut the f**k up.

11/02/2024

This life moves rapid fire, half of a life to figure out what may be bu****it, the other half to undo what may or may not be true. I am always searching for the truth, that feeling of resonance that lights up the inside. I stumble through the brain fog of overwhelming opinions and narrative that are none of my business. I ascend to Neptune and worship Mars to avoid internal forest fires of the microbiom. God turns me inside out, upside down and right side in so I can figure out the other half of my life over coffee and tea. If I have the privilege to live it I will become the wise fool, dancing off a cliff with mans best friend. I hope I see my dad as I spin back into the genetics that wove me. Jumping time lines and picking all the apples. Who came first me or you? The chicken or egg? I am an earth worm figuring out the other half by breaking and growing a new in the underworld, over and over again. Stuck in the shadows. The same moon that lights you lights me, so why are we fighting over a rib. Why are we fighting over why’s and whose? Why are these bombs filling up my feed and why am I eating them? I was there first, Lebanon I miss you. I miss the life before the ruins. Before the apples temptations and shame. When I wore loin clothes and leaves, I was Queen. I miss being with you BC. Because. In the Phoenician temples you can shoot out but not in. I am writing to solve internal war unfair of the second half of this lifetime. I remember why I love the horses now. before there was cars there was horseback and I ran away before I drove. How do you like my mustang? How do you like those apples? So now on the back of a soft and sweet Morgan we work toghether to get back to embodied souls. I drive myself to the barn, and help myself to feel the truth, and share my apple with the half that connect to whole.

11/01/2024

I’m tired from a life of process. Processed foods, processing emotions, mental processing. The brain fog, the inflammation, the good old American standard. I’m always pulling back the veil, reading in between the lines, shuffling until the archetype reveals their story on the floor. I fill my home with flowers, soak up the oil, lay in all the waters, and salt up wherever I go. Here I am in a pile of food I didn’t grow. My hands can make bread, stir yogurt, crack eggs. I still capitalize with fine dining, a good mattress with high thread sheets. Who am I living for and how is it going? I ask and answer with my best friend the pen. I am half feral half civilized. My memory serves with the remembering of human technology, and I am not talking about AI. I’m taking about Atlantis, Phoenicia, and Ancient Egypt Mystery school. The soul remembers what the mind makes up. So while the nation is casting ballots, I will cast spells activating the great reverence to the god that still resides inside us. Reminded and remembering the star dust we came from and will return to. I will plug into the infinite love, grounded my gravity, floating in space and become my favorite word. SOVEREIGN.

10/24/2024

Tic tock to the Moon in Leo. This may be more pleasant the 29 degrees of Cancer. The degree of whine whine whine. Wine that leaves the mouth like drool. I try to make sense of the senseless. Shaking out old wounds like a polar bear, a grizzly bear, a mama bear. Old memories stain like blood between my legs. One day I will miss the clock in my body. The ultra purge, the ticking and tocking. I’m not doing any of the things, the b**b tape and paps, the obstetric hell created by men. I will just keep to the shaking, with rest in between, with words in between, with expressions to be seen. Our demons can dance. I’ll dance with the devil, to free me from victimhood. I will untangle or dissolve. Melt away from the scripted mess written in English. I’m a women, crone, and witch. I’m voting for my broom stick, the one that keeps crossing the door, landing in the floor. I’m am earth bound, lost the power of flight in this life. I can’t vote if I don’t believe it’s true. I believe in Neptune, planet of mystic illusion and unconditional love. I’m witnessing the vote for mars disguised as Saturn. Saturn the responsible thing to do, they told you and me. Just like paps, b**b rapes, and all the oscapies keep you safe. I will not open this portal for diluted grey magic. I’m checking boxes and filling in blanks. I vote for the Fertile Crescent, I vote for home before land claimed. I vote for the Witch and queen that lives inside me, I vote for the soul.