04/13/2025
- for my locals
Aetheric Alchemy
In memory of Odin,
In dedication to Alanna,
and the sacred circle we called home
We were seekers,
not of answers—
but of resonance.
Drawn like stardust to a place that pulsed
with something older than time.
It was called a shop,
but we knew—
it was a temple in disguise.
Aetheric Alchemy.
Our church.
Our forge of spirit and mystery.
Odin stood at the center,
shaman of the thresholds,
beard full of stories,
hands made to stir the unseen.
He walked between worlds,
and made a home for those of us
still remembering our own way back.
Alanna,
moon-hearted and fierce,
sang the language of the Divine Feminine
with every breath.
She held space like it was breathing—
effortless, infinite, holy.
Together they didn’t teach us what to think.
They reminded us how to remember
what we already knew.
There were crystals that hummed,
books that opened at the right page,
tarot cards that told you truths
you didn’t yet have words for.
Laughter of love, Honey of the vibrational hive.
We gathered in thunders of drum circles,
shared stories over tinctures and teas,
danced flame-lit dances
with no alcohol, no masks—
just presence.
We were fire dancers
on the edge of a town that didn’t understand.
A rural place, clenched in fear.
We answered with softness.
We lived our protest in peace.
We were the yin to their roaring yang.
Water, flowing beneath their fire.
And just down the street,
real flames kissed the river
in the town’s WaterFire production—
not knowing the magic just doors away
had been their mirror all along.
Then the lights dimmed.
The circle loosened.
The building exhaled.
And we’re left now,
carrying it in our lungs,
our hands,
our hearts.
It’s hard to breathe.
It’s hard to let go
of people I may never see again—
faces that flickered like candles
in sacred darkness.
But I remember.
I remember the Emerald Tablet.
"As above, so below. As within, so without."
I remember that we—
we are the temple now.
We are the rhythm and the ritual.
We are the alchemy,
still transforming grief into gold.
We are the House of the Lord.
A house with no walls.
Our souls hold the space.
We carry fire that can not be extinguished.
Fire of education through love and demonstration.
Reiki on Fire in divination.
Stay with me my friends
Krista
04/13/2025