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Feb 11, 2021
3 min

Another Truth about Suicide

photo by Barry Weatherall via Unsplash So. Here we are. Today is Thursday. All day long. I began the day with rhinos knocking on the floor above me in the hotel room. There’s no sleeping in here, though blessedly there *has* been sleep. Sleep helps the mind and body navigate through homelessness & the rest of life-shit. I’ve not had much in weeks and the mental capacities to navigate this again have not been within reach. What has been for three days, opening into four, is su

Ingrid Oliphant

Dec 9, 2020
1 min

Dark or Light?

#connection #Divine #energetic #inspiration

Ingrid Oliphant

Mar 30, 2020
1 min

What If You Knew

What would change for you if you knew that a God, The God, all the Gods, wanted nothing more than a relationship with you? What if you knew they do not require worship or for you to follow the rules others have set forward as your way to access the truth of their Being, of your Own? What freedom would that bring? What fears would arise? Where would you explore with an open heart, open mind and open arms? How would you welcome your new Friend? #spiritualhealing #universal #Gra

Ingrid Oliphant

Feb 27, 2020
1 min

Hearing the Prayer

To hear the prayer of one is to hear the prayer of all. To heed the prayer for one is to answer the call for all. Everyone has walked through the doors of Grace and is enveloped, in love. Everyone. #One #spiritual #love #Grace #Divine #inspiration #soulfulpoetry

Ingrid Oliphant

Nov 6, 2019
1 min

Oh, Child.

Oh, Child. You are not just a child of God. You are the answer to aeons of prayer. You were made this way before breath brought you to life. Spider woman and thread weavers from realms you’ve not yet met answered the prayers of Ancients and made you. Your normal is not theirs Your normal leads the way Your heart leads the way for those in front of you and those behind you. Let the winds carry you and the songs come through. False humility hides you but your truth will unbury

Ingrid Oliphant

Jul 3, 2016
1 min

Reflecting on Voices

Elie Wiesel died yesterday. His passing led to my reflection on all the beautiful voices that inspire us, give us hope, and teach peace, forgiveness, and justice. There are many. They were as wise as they were varied, speaking a singular message with different accents. And I smiled. This morning I was watching a video about Brexit and read a plaque commemorating a manufacturer’s strike in Northern England. The plaque read “Never Forget. Never Forgive.” And I cried. We have

Ingrid Oliphant

Apr 27, 2016
4 min

Jesus, Mary and Sweet Mother of …

Sharing the Seat of my Soul Q: Why do Jesus, these Angels and Mother Mary come to you? You’re not Christian. A: Neither are they. The existence of things in our world is not dependent upon our belief in them or our perceptions of how–and to whom–they should appear. That was my short response to the question presented. The longer one is what follows. It will be edited as language offers itself for use and explanation. We are used to things and want things, particularly of the

Ingrid Oliphant

Apr 8, 2016
1 min

Pat Mora’s Lessons

Lesson one The desert is powerless when thunder shakes the hot air and unfamiliar raindrops slide on rocks, sand, mesquite, when unfamiliar raindrops overwhelm her, distort her face. But after the storm, she breathes deeply, caressed by a fresh sweet calm. My Mother smiles rainbows. When I feel shaken, powerless to stop my bruising sadness, I hear My Mother whisper: Mi’ja don’t fear your hot tears cry away the storm, then listen, listen. Lesson two Small, white fairies dance

Ingrid Oliphant

Mar 3, 2016
3 min

Blessed Dark and Holy

“When I run after what I think I want, my days are a furnace of stress and anxiety; if I sit in my own place of patience, what I need flows to me, and without pain. From this I understand that what I want also wants me, is looking for me and attracting me. There is a great secret here for anyone who can grasp it… Rumi Oh, my love, how you’ve spiritualed; sought out, pleaded for, meditated on that direct, unmediated, experience of spirit, the invisible divine and holy B

Ingrid Oliphant

Feb 20, 2016
1 min

Fire

by Joy Harjo a woman can’t survive by her breath alone she must know the voices of the mountains she must recognize the foreverness of blue sky she must flow with the elusive bodies of night wind women who will take her into her own self look at me i am not a separate woman i am a continuance of blue sky i am the throat of the sandia mountains a night wind woman who burn with every breath she takes www.ingridoliphant.com #inspiration #sacrednature #soulfulpoetry #spiritualhea

Ingrid Oliphant

Mar 24, 2015
1 min

Gently Waking to a Spring Homecoming

Some things can’t be denied. Won’t be for long. They have the capacity to wait for us to arrive to the space where they’ve been all along. When still water rises to meet me And the sun lays its hands on my back, It’s easy to dismiss the gentle sounds of homecoming. But when rising sap reaches out to gently touch my face, While the ground hums a welcoming sigh underneath my feet, And the clay of a place begins to gently rebind me to the original heart, It’s hard to deny how an

Ingrid Oliphant

Aug 8, 2014
2 min

“Is This Real?”

The single most asked question during and immediately after the Navajo family reunion has been, “Is this real?” And it’s variations that sound like, “Why would you doooooooooo that?” (in the expression of incredulity that comes across as a constipated whine) or “Why would you do that?” (in the expression of incredulity that comes across somehow accusatory). Answers have varied, as well, depending on the audience and slipped out a something like this: “Real as fuck.” “Can’t

Ingrid Oliphant

Jul 29, 2014
3 min

A spirit-guided Mother and Child Reunion

In March 1971, a baby was taken from his Navajo mother and adopted by a Mormon family. On Monday, July 21, 2014, I was honored to bring that lost man-child home. What began as a regular ol’ healing session with a powerhouse in bloom on June 13 has turned into a heart- and spirit-guided journey of epic proportions for a fractured family and the Navajo Nation. Although the story began in March 1971, my involvement didn’t begin until June 2014. I had been invited by someone t

Ingrid Oliphant

Sep 11, 2013
5 min

More on my Own Transformation

Since my own significant personal transition began just about three years ago, I’ve experienced the world in a magnificent manner than most do not have the opportunity to. It is that of the mystic. It sometimes feels rarified to me and must seem that way to others, but it is truly connected to all of us. I’ve documented several of the more fantastical ecstatic experiences I’ve had that have shaped my knowing elsewhere in this blog: Revealing, revolution and becoming everyb

Ingrid Oliphant

Jul 25, 2013
6 min

On Race & My Experience of it

I’ve been asked my opinion of the Travyon Martin case a few times the past week and have not really given a response other than, “I really have no opinion.” Some folks have considered that a cop out, others appeared annoyed that I didn’t take their bait. Of course I’ve got an opinion but not many want to actually know it because it requires an understanding of my experience of Black and White relationships, my intimate knowledge of law enforcement and courts, it requires t

Ingrid Oliphant

Jun 24, 2013
6 min

Honesty…honestly. It’s about time I was honest with myself and the rest of the world.

“As a child I felt myself to be alone, and I am still, because I know things and must hint at things which others apparently know nothing of, and for the most part do not want to know.” ― C.G. Jung I was on the phone with a potential client last week and after she ran through some of the things she was seeking help with, I asked, “Why me? Why now?” Without hesitation she said, “You are the first person I’ve really connected with because, well, it just seems like you’re hone

Ingrid Oliphant

Jan 31, 2013
1 min

My Prayer

Maybe, somewhere burbling within I do have a message. I dunno. Here’s what came through today. My prayer is that you hear the Divine both within the silence and a child’s laughter.That you see the Divine in both yourself and another;That you touch the Divine through a blade of grass and the cool of running water;That you feel the Divine in the wind and the touch of a lover;And,that you know the Divine in the mirror. #Grace #Divine #God #connection #inspiration

Ingrid Oliphant

Apr 25, 2012
2 min

Kind Suggestions

It’s been kindly suggested that I hold back from sharing my struggles with folks who share my social media stream and, potentially, the general public or potential clients, so that others will see me as an ‘expert’ & teacher. While I appreciate the sentiment, the idea that people only need to know me as an ‘expert’ or teacher is a little antithetical to how I move through the world. Despite my appreciation for others’ ideas, I find that I am already restrained at one level a

Ingrid Oliphant

Aug 31, 2011
4 min

Becoming Horse

I don’t share with many folk the experiences I have with some frequency; almost daily. I’m not quite sure why I tend to keep them to myself. I think there are a combination of factors. They are at once deeply moving, awe-inspiring, sometimes physically taxing, some more ‘ecstatic’ than others, and seem just for me. I don’t often try to understand, figure ’em out or connect the dots. I also don’t connect them to life-stuff, psychic-stuff, spiritual-stuff and other whatnot

Ingrid Oliphant

Aug 14, 2011
3 min

What if it really is “In Between the Stories”?

Inspired by Rumi, blog posts about hate, love and god; and 24 hours steeped in connection with all that is. In Between Stories ~ Rumi Did you hear that? It’s the man who was looking for treasure. He wants me to finish his story. You didn’t hear him? Then, he must be inside me yelling, “Over Here! Come over here!” Don’t think of him as a seeker, though. Whatever he’s looking for, he is that himself. How can a lover be anything other than the beloved? Every second he’s bowing t

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