Heart to Heart Unity

Dear Beloveds,

I desire your support. During the past four years, in my yearning to help with the family financial burden, I’ve made numerous attempts to move beyond the role of displaced homemaker. Wouldn’t you know I learned about this phrase when I needed to fill out the parent form of the Federal Application for Student Financial Aid for my son? It’s defined as someone who left a given occupation/profession to stay home for several years and care for children, sick, or elderly and cannot get back into the work place. Without wanting to give credence to the energy around this issue, I’ve plowed ahead creating opportunity and celebrating every monetary miracle and every fulfilled need which crosses my path.

What I’ve witnessed since my move from Wisconsin is that many of my avenues to create streams of income have shifted—a shift which has allowed me to get clarity around my purpose. My Kin Domain of thirteen years had provided the spiritual and nutritional sustenance to allow me to do what was necessary for myself, family, and community with harm to none. Without this Kin Domain, I’ve had a sense of dislocation. My strength comes from roots planted firmly in the ground. The Backyard Herbalist avocation I created, believed everything necessary for health was found within reach of a person’s doorstep/Kin Domain.

With sadness, I share that at this time my Kin Domain is at great risk of being lost. The core of my being lies in my ability to communicate to this sweet mother earth and all the forebears who’ve graced my past. This piece of wisdom begs to be tended. I’ve allowed a horrible oversight, which I, at this moment, have begun to rectify. I’m responsible for protecting and cherishing my Kin Domain as I’m called to protect and cherish all that I love. The word home doesn’t fully capture the image of what I know to be true. A Kin Domain is a piece of land which imparts to me its total love and healing strength through my willingness to interact and intercede on its behalf. It is co-creation in action.

Four and half years ago, I landed in a new city and in a metaphoric explanation, was spending my conserved reserves before I had time to get my seeds in the ground or take root. Many of you know me as a great barterer. But something unexpected happened. Like many of the mystics throughout history, who were in need of spiritual growth and expansion, a lesson was presented. What to do when the means of payment, barter, isn’t recognized as viable? What to do when the ones we draw toward us are unable to enter into the rhythm of an ages old energetic exchange but have grave needs?

I cannot turn away children—children who need nurturing care, tutoring, and advocacy work around disabilities. I cannot turn away people in need of medical help, meals, or in-home care whether elderly, or single and alone in the world. I cannot turn away women who seek to heal the wounded parts of themselves and desperately want to explore choices around healthy relationships, nutrition, and spiritual development. I cannot turn away from my co-creative purpose which meant I needed to discard certain beliefs, open to wisdom and change my perceiving and measuring devices.

Out of my interaction with community, I learn. I create. I find opportunity to expand. During this time of great shift in the world, I’ve been gifted with stories which I’ve brought from the imaginal realm into reality. I’ve been gifted with mentors—writer’s who’ve shared maps and their pathway with me. I’ve been gifted with the voices of my forebears. Through the guidance of the Creator, I’ve co-created art to share. I believe that the stories I write are meant for others but I’ve no definition of that audience. The stories are in no way what I thought I’d ever write—paranormal romance—what is that--if it isn’t vampires, werewolves, and alien beings? And yet, my books were downloaded to me and written before I discovered it to be the hottest selling fiction genre in the U.S. Let me tell you, my comfort zone has been maxed out and I’ve had to stretch beyond all my pre-conceived boundaries. The material downloaded to me is challenging. Even within the paranormal genre, my stories break from the consensus reality of the recognized form and explore the “what if” component hidden in our thoughts and feelings.

So please, dear one, as I embark on this journey to save my Kin Domain by offering an artistic creation for monetary support, I ask will you aid me? Can you help me, not out of fear for me, but out of unconditional love? Can you search among your friends and send two special people to my website www.JulieACarda.com ? Can you ask them to download an unusual, thought provoking piece of paranormal romance fiction? Can you ask them to leave a donation so I might be free to create what I’ve been called to create-a Kin Domain? Can you ask them to send two others? Can you ask them to connect to the concept of Kin Domains through my website so this vibration might rise to higher levels? Can you share with them about my future vision of an eco-village where every member co-creates a space of love--a Kin Domain regardless of monetary income? Can you share with them my overwhelming sense of gratitude and peace? Can you, for five minutes, hold me in prayer as a blessed co-created intention worthy of all I desire? Thank you. Gratitude.

I love you. With every ray of light, I love you.

Julie