In the cloudy backwash of last weekend's full moon, strange creatures are emerging from the depths. As though the supersonic blasts of sun and moon, frequencies and fuckery, keep conspiring to dissolve the barriers to necessary change.

He was by my front door just as dawn broke, a welcome sight after the long dark night. Mantis medicine is meditative and patient, biding its time and ever keeping a clear head. The natural state of this insect prophet who sees beyond the mundane world and its grievances.

It never ceases to amaze me how quickly and directly and actually our thoughts create our immediate reality.