My Love For Indigenous People

So many of us were horrified by the events in Washington last weekend, with a mob of racist Catholic School boys jeering at a Native elder, and also catcalling young women, calling them horrible things. I don’t need to go into it further, other than to say how disappointing it was to have the parents of one of the boys hire a huge PR firm, Runswitch, owned by a former Karl Rove/Mitch McConnel aide, and commence a media bombardment, shifting all responsibility away from what was clearly a pack of animals. People excusing this behavior because of age, have no understanding of what a Conduct Disorder is. It is the early version of Antisocial Personality Disorder, which is what Trump has been diagnosed with, by many. Unfortunately, there is no cure for it, as it is not biochemical. No, they will not learn from this. No, this is not a teachable moment for them. They are vicious, entitled little creeps, who will grow up into vicious entitled big creeps.

My spiritual journey has been deeply inspired  by Native people. As an Empath, I’ve always had a connection to Earth Mother, and all living things, the Stone People, the Standing People, the Winged Ones, the Four Leggeds. Since childhood, I could communicate with all of them. In my late 30’s, I felt guided to start a drumming circle for women. I did that monthly, for about 13 years. We took donations every month, and sent the money, as well as blankets and food, to the Pine Ridge and Rosebud reservations in the Dakotas, where elders and children were freezing to death. At some point, I had heard about a Seneca elder, Grandmother Twylah Nitsch, the head of the Wolf Clan Teaching Lodge. She lived on a reservation in Buffalo, NY. I contacted her assistant, and made arrangements to drive up to Buffalo to attend a teaching circle. Grandmother allowed us to stay in her home for three days. Grandmother was small, but fierce. She tolerated no disrespect. If she knew you were sincere, and coming from your heart, she would take you under her wing. Her generosity of spirit was incredible. She offered to work with me in the Dreamtime. In fact, I am writing this blog at her direction, since she has continued to work with me after her death. She was a force of nature. She had a white wolf, named Luna, who lived in the house with her. Luna had fleas. I returned home covered in flea bites.

I’ve had the privilege to work with a number of elders from different tribes. None of them cared at all that I was an Anglo. They lived from love and respect for all. No racism, no discrimination. All they cared about was your capacity to love. It was always stunning to me, that people who had been the victims of the largest genocide in human history, could be so compassionate to everyone. No suspicion, no bitterness. I was embraced and taught. It was a stark contrast to my evangelical Christian family, where hell and eternal damnation were the threats of not conforming with their beliefs.

I was given my name by a Lakota Holy Man, a great honor for me. I immediately had my name legally changed. Oh, boy. Try getting a name like THAT through the courts. That was fun. Not. All of the elders were kind, patient, and wise. Again, it was a privilege to work with them, and at times, to be allowed to do healing work on them if they needed it. It would never occur to me to charge an elder for anything, ever. All that I am is theirs.

I’m very aware that there is cultural appropriation that is rampant, especially now with the New Age Movement. I refuse to be a part of that. So much has been stolen from Native people, their land, their way of life, forced onto reservations that are wastelands. The idea of anything else being taken from them sickens me. Seeing that elder, a carrier of the Sacred Pipe, as he was drumming and asking Spirit for guidance and protection for all, was absolutely devastating for me. Seeing him weeping, afterwards, was unreal.

Native people have had every single treaty made with the government, violated. Not one was honored. They have no big P.R. firm to represent them. No politicians stand for them. Once again, we watch as history is rewritten to protect the atrocities of white men against POC, women, and Native people. I am writing this to bear witness to the truth about the ongoing racism and violence perpetrated by white men. We must stop it.

I’ve been blessed to have been taught by some of the most beautiful souls one could ever hope to meet. I refuse to remain silent about any of this. I send my prayers to the spirit realm, where some of my teachers reside now. I send my love. I send my gratitude. And Grandmother, you are always, always in my heart. You are with me, in writing this. I hope you like it. It was for you. Blessings, Rev Judith Star-Medicine “ She Who Heals With Stars”

** Photo Of Grandmother Twylah **


For many of us, there’s a strange phenomenon in our lives, where the majority of the people around us can’t see us. What I mean by that, is that they can’t see us as we really are. Their eyes seem to slide right past us at social gatherings, or in restaurants, classes, or work environments. Clearly, there’s something about us that makes people uncomfortable, without them having any idea of what that is. Let’s look at that.

I’ve always loved the Nikola Tesla quote, that says “ Everything in the universe is energy, frequency, and vibration “. When you understand that, it goes a long way towards helping you to understand why certain people can’t see you. If our frequency or vibration is “ different “, or “ other” than what most people are comfortable with, the mind’s defense mechanisms kick in. Sometimes this is referred to as “ cognitive dissonance “. This is a mental coping strategy whereby the mind closes itself off from a perceived threat to its perception of reality. The mind constantly tries to reinforce its sense of order, its comfortabilty in understanding what’s real or what’s true. That’s unfortunate, because it’s a vast, magical, limitless universe, that cannot be even remotely grasped or understood by the left brain. For the left brain to feel safe, it needs constant reassurance about its perceptions being real. That reassurance that it looks for comes in the form of facts. And when I say facts, I mean earth plane facts. Again, unfortunate, because of the whole “ magical universe “ thing. Let’s face it, no one has every demonstrated a miracle by embracing earth plane facts. Miracles are created by transcending those facts. Any healer, Mage, Wizard, or Priestess is going to tell you that.

Which brings me back to invisibility. I see the world as divided into two types of people. People who live from magic, who are aware on some level of the life force and energy of all livings things…. and people who live from mind. From intellect. I think of people like that as head blind. They’re so absorbed in the constant bombardment of earth plane facts and data, that it insulates them from the streamers of energy flowing all around them. They avidly embrace the details of the earthly world, reassuring themselves of their control, and then wonder why they can’t manifest the things that they need and want.

I try to teach, wherever I can, that it is a quantum universe. That there are limitless possibilities, limitless dimensions, available to us at all times. That in every moment, the miraculous is within our reach. I’m always living a multidimensional life, existing on a number of planes simultaneously. That’s actually pretty easy for me. Trying to explain that to someone who is not living from magic is next to impossible. I understand that better now, than I ever have before. I’ve loved people in my life who lived from mind, from the seen, from the known, from the earthly facts. And every time, it’s been painful. Sooner or later, there’s been a rejection of the essence of what I am. A rejection of my core definition of self, and my accumulated experiences of the supernatural, of the mystical, of the divine. Demands are made for earth plane facts, or earth plane truths, earth plane proofs, so that I can make that person comfortable. What was languaged as acceptance and love, proves to be a poor imitation. In reality, I was invisible to that person all along. I don’t take that personally. It hurts, yes, but I understand that we each have our own vibration and frequency. I can’t lower my vibration, and they can’t raise theirs. For all intents and purposes, we may as well be two different species.

The people in my life are a blessing, my friends, my daughters, my husband, my clients, my spiritual sisters. I’m never invisible to them. We laugh about ourselves, we know where we come from, and why we’ve come here. We know we don’t fit in, and that we’re not supposed to. My message to all of you reading this, is to not take it personally when people can’t see you. All it means is that it’s not you they can’t see, it’s magic. Their need to be in control of everything around them forces them to avoid anyone like us.

Be who you came here to be. Live from magic. I have a coffee mug that says “ Don’t let the Muggles get you down.” That pretty much sums it up for me. We’re always going to be invisible to those people. Guess what? I think it might be a good thing, because they’re really not safe people. Not for me, anyway. Attract into your life people who can see you, and who understand that it is a quantum universe, and who love you for who you are. You don’t have to become a Muggle to be loved. Blessings, Judith

On Trusting Yourself

We live in a culture that seems determined to create self-doubt in so many insidious ways. We are bombarded by messages that have one purpose: to get us to question our inner compass, our wisdom, our magic, and our truth. Why? Because if we doubt ourselves, we become more easily managed. We begin to edit ourselves, trying to fit in, trying to get others to accept us. The truth is, the only one who needs to accept us is ourselves.

It can be a lonely path sometimes, living from radical self-acceptance, being authentic is something a lot of people know nothing about. If our sense of inner peace is dependent upon others understanding us, we’re not going to have a lot of inner peace. Especially if you’re different.

I’ve always been different. I’m some kind of a mutant hybrid cross, with no real niche that I fit into as a healer. I’m niche-less, lol. I’m not New Age, I’m not a western trained clinician, my magic doesn’t really have a label that is easily described. I used to have a wistfulness about that. Not so much, anymore. I’m comfortable in my own skin now, trusting the downloads of metaphysical material that I’m given. I’m comfortable with being a walker between the worlds, at home with my connection to the supernatural. Truth be told, I’m often more comfortable there, than here. Except for chocolate. This is the only dimension that has chocolate. ( I often wonder if my higher self dangled it in front of me, like bait. It worked.)

It’s not always easy to walk through a world that seems inherently hostile to magic and the miraculous. One might assume that people would welcome those things. One would be wrong. When you live outside of the box, it threatens people, and moves them out of their comfort zone. The moment that happens, people tend to fear you, and what people are afraid of, they try to invalidate, diminish, or control. What’s tragic about that, is that the comfort zone people are living in is often slowly killing them. For them to remain comfortable, they need to maintain their denial, and  their beliefs that support that unconsciousness. When they encounter one of us, one of two things happen. They can become intrigued, or they can run, screaming.

My intention as a mystic, an alchemist, as a healer, is to uplift, inspire, and to liberate people from their pain and suffering. I’m not interested in dragging anyone into a healing process who isn’t engaged in their own spiritual work. The methods and tools I use are certainly unconventional. Classical Chinese medicine, including herbs, essential oils, stones, 5 Element theory, Taoism, plus a number of indigenous culture perspectives are all woven into my approach. The most fundamental part of my work, however, is my psychic ability. I’m a hereditary psychic. I’ve been a Clairvoyant Empath from childhood, from as soon as I could talk. I began doing medical intuitive readings in my teens, accompanied by hands on healing. Seeing energy patterns was always easy for me. Those abilities were both valued and distrusted by my evangelical family, depending on what they needed.

I find this to be the case for all of us that are different. Sometimes we’re valued, and sometimes we’re too odd, too weird, too sensitive, too out there…. depending on what is needed from us. That gets old fast.

One of the only criteria I have for relationships in my life, is respect. One of my favorite quotes is “ Respect is love in action “. Spending time with Native elders when I was younger was so healing for me. One of the messages they repeated over and over again was about respect. Respect for Earth Mother, and respect for all living things. One of the things that troubles me the most about western culture, is the lack of respect and empathy shown to everything. There’s a disconnect that I don’t understand. The fastest way to end a relationship with me is to disrespect me. I’ve had enough of that in my lifetime. I choose to live from heart, and to respect all living things, and I expect the same in return. Respect is love in action.

I’m sad for all of us that live from magic, who have dedicated our lives to walking a path of service and love, that this is the way the Race Mind is. I’m sad that the lack of respect that we and Earth Mother receive is just a fact of life in this culture.  At the same time, I celebrate that we keep going, no matter what. I’ve seen Taoist Master Dr Yuen be disrespected, I’ve seen Native elders be disrespected, so this is not unique to any of us. Many of us have been put to death in previous incarnations, just for being Healers, and using our magic. My point here is that it doesn’t matter. People are going to do what they’re going to do. The only thing that matters is being true to yourself, true to your gifts, and living up to the highest and best that’s in you. If that scares people, oh, well.

I love Erin Van Vuren. I love the quote I used for this post. Keep the gold dust and magic in your blood. Never diminish yourself to make others more comfortable. It doesn’t work, anyway. Trust yourself. Trust your magic. Trust your gifts, they are lifetimes old. The culture is never going to understand what we are. How can it? We came here to teach, to heal, and to be a beacon of light in the darkness. We didn’t come to be understood, we were understood where we were. We came to illuminate. What illuminates is the heart. Shine the light of Divine love out of yourself. That’s the only thing that can change the world. Be royal as fuck. You rock. I love you all. Blessings, Rev Judith Star-Medicine