Ingrid OliphantApr 27, 2020Out of OutrageI don’t know when it was I ran out of space for outrage. I can’t remember if there was a singular sudden clap of thunder-like something o...
Ingrid OliphantApr 26, 2020Healing and Holding the HolyYou are touched by the whole world, as you are. You need neither permission nor to be healed to be held. When healed, though, and in the ...
Ingrid OliphantApr 23, 2020When You Put on Your Regalia…When you put on your regalia, can you see the disconnection between your dance for the Creator and the Mother and how you bait, broker an...
Ingrid OliphantApr 22, 2020New Book Information and AskFor those interested in the book that’s a slow work in progress, I’m asking that you go to my Patreon page. It is open to the public and ...
Ingrid OliphantApr 18, 2020Mr. Condon?Mr. Condon, I know. Note that you know that, there are choices you need to make.
Ingrid OliphantApr 14, 2020Dismissing TruthsIt’s easy for some to ignore what the ‘crazy white psychic lady’ has to say about Indigenous women and girls being trafficked through Ind...
Ingrid OliphantApr 7, 2020Reality of the UnrealProphetic dreams, directional visions, and other ways messages from God and gods are as real now as they were in the past. They exist wit...
Ingrid OliphantApr 6, 2020Their ‘Vibration’ is Perfectly Fine, Thanks.Every time you try to “raise someone’s vibration” or convince their higher self of something that you deem more important, you are judgin...
Ingrid OliphantApr 2, 2020Lighting the FireMoses had the bush on fire, fully aflame yet not burning. You’ve heard “Don’t touch that! It’s hot!” for so long that you’ve forgotten th...
Ingrid OliphantApr 1, 2020On Marvin GayeToday is the anniversary of Marvin Gaye’s death. I was 14, getting ready for school and heard the news on my radio. And I lost my shit. I...
Ingrid OliphantApr 1, 2020Our WayI have never born false witness. My relationships with those things that others cannot see are my devotion and I can’t lie to them or abo...
Ingrid OliphantMar 31, 2020Braided Breath, Bonded HeartYou weren’t born a basket but the weaving of you began long ago, before a thought ever conceived you. Plaited, wefted, crossed again thro...