Red lipstick, Screaming to God, Dancing naked with Serpents, and other forms of Mystical Moxie

I want to talk to you about a special concept today: Mystical Moxie. 

Moxie — noun— force of character, determination, or nerve.
 

Mystical moxie is the essence of what I teach. This authentic way of relating with Spirit, yourself, and this life in the most bold, connected way. 

I know the bible says blessed are the meek, but God did not make me meek. They created me with an Aries moon, into a huge, loud Armenian/Italian family, and planted me on the East Coast. Wherever you are, and whoever you were born into, maybe you can relate. 

I first started to discover my mystical moxie when I was younger, and more angry, and my conversations with God seemed more like Angela from Jersey Shore screaming “Umm, HELLO?!” 

I would talk to God just like I’d talk to any other person in my life as a young gal who was raised by a Sicilian father from New York when they were mad. 

I was pissed at the state of the world, the fact that this force had given me everything except the self-worth to be able to receive any of it, and a sensitivity so strong I would get sick almost every night. I would demand answers and huff and puff and was downright ripshit angry. 

Then one day — it dawned on me. I could be angry, or I could choose to transform that anger into passion, embrace this mystery, and show the fuck up in it.

My new form mystical moxie? Bold claims to connect with Spirit in the most authentic, passionate, way. To make this place even a little better than when I came. To show up in life as a prayer with soul, presence, and authenticity. To connect while getting every ounce of magic from every moment. To have fun with it all. Seek truth. Self-heal and help heal. Bear witness to humanity and be a part of it. Eat dumplings. Wear red lipstick. Shake my booty on a daily basis. Belly laugh and deeply cry - and find God/dess in all of it.

I do all sorts of eyebrow-raising things in my mystical moxie — dance with serpents, fast on mountains, go on dates with divinity with just me, a journal, and a negroni, and use that as my form of church. I use sex magic and self pleasure to drop into my connection with spirit even more, belt out Janis Joplin songs in prayer, rage out in dance as an offering, and always leave leave a dumpling for Spirit.

And here’s the thing — I know that spirit is watching me and whispering “you go, girl” every step of the way. 

I had to get over a lot of conditioning that tells me that God won’t accept me as I am. That God doesn’t like red lipstick, or snakes, or sex, or loud mouths, or Jersey Shore, or negronis. 

But I know one thing for sure — God loves me, in any form I throw their way. Just as a parent can unconditionally love like that. It’s powerful, profound, and runs deep. 

And when a parent watches their child be so weirdly, undeniably, themselves, with whatever it is they are doing, they can’t help but throw their heads back and laugh and watch with awe that they created such a strange and wonderful masterpiece.  

And Spirit watches as I grow and learn, shift and shape-shift, transform and transmute, and they feel my love every single step of the way. 

So, my love, don’t worry so much about doing it “wrong”. When you are living with heart, living with soul, living with mystical moxie, the divine watches with the ultimate pride. Remember, you were created in the image of God.