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Wednesday, July 22, 2020

☆* Sparkle, Shine, Light the Way *☆


"You are, indeed, as the stars. You glow with the same intensity. Sparkle, shine, light the way & brightly blaze as you are meant to do." -Mishi McCoy
I am honored that Paula Abdul shared my quote in her tweet feed on Twitter! https://twitter.com/PaulaAbdul/status/1013884330723106818


Wednesday, January 24, 2018

୧‿︵‿ Eye of the Needle ‿︵‿୨

Going through the 'Eye of the Needle' required that I lay down my books of learning, my esteemed titles, my reputation, my gifts, my talents, my achievements, my loved ones....my life.... as I had known it.

And I bowed low, so low that I lay prostrate before the throne- empty, nothing and void of all that I had become. Twas then in one rapturous micro-moment that I felt a familiar hand from the other-worlds speaking, "Come and see all that is before you." -

Then I stood strong and bold and beheld....and though I had felt so small that my being could not fill a thimble, now I felt the limitlessness of my expansion and expression- the inexpressible joy that no tongue nor pen could describe.

There on the other side a of gate called Narrow and a way called Straight was all that I had laid down. And before me was a refection of myself in a celestial kingdom called Love.

Then I understood with crystalline vision and golden chords of Wisdom strumming the vibrant ribbons of my spirit that I have come to this earth willingly and of my own accord to fulfill one purpose.

And so it is with all of my brothers and sisters of humanity.... for it is not relevant nor imperative for any of us to understand another's journey, but to fulfill our own.

The kingdom of heaven is within and we are.

彡 •ૐ To My Priestess Sisters ૐ • 彡

To my priestess sisters: the keepers of mysteries, the medicine women, the story keepers and story tellers, the holy magicians, the wild warriors, the original ones, the ones who carry the ancients within the marrow of your bones, the ones forged in the fires, the ones who have bathed in thier own blood, the heroines who wear thier scars as stars, the ones who give birth to their visions and dreams, the ones who weep and howl upon the holy altars, the avatars, the mothers, maidens and crones, the mystics, the oracles, the artists, the musicians, the virgins, the sensual and sexual, the women of our world-

I honor you. I stand for you and with you. I celebrate both your autonomy and our sisterhood of One. We are many. We are fierce. We are tender. We are the change agents and we are radically holding and clearing space for the bursting forth of the holy seeds of the collective conscience and consciousness. We are manifestors and flames of purification and transformation. We are living our lives in authenticity, vulnerability, transparency and unapologetically. We are committed to integrity, impeccability, accountability, responsibility and passionate love.

We are here on purpose, with purpose and give no energy to conformity, acceptance or approval. We are the daughters of the earth and the courageous of the cosmos.

Priestess, keep living your life passionately, raising the cosmic vibrations and lowering your standards for no one. You are brazenly blessed and a force of nature. Nurture yourself and one another.

You are a crystalline bridge between realms and uniting heaven and earth. You are a priestess and you are divinely
anointed, appointed and unstoppable.

✧︵‿︵‿︵⊰ On the Edge ⊱‿︵‿︵‿✧

"You offer your opinion of me and opinions can be most dangerous, especially based in judgment. Have I somehow failed to make it clear that it is to no effect to me of how you perceive me? Would you desire to drive me over the edge with your dark thoughts and snide intentions?

What a pretty mess I am. I have never denied it. This mess doesn't fear the edge. It is the edge, you see, where I dwell as a spinning top. Sometimes, in my clumsiness I tumble over the edge. I lose my breath as I descend and break upon the oceans jagged rocks.

I have no fear of being broken-wide open with my inwards exposed to the elements around me. Hovered over my own broken self, I cry....I sigh....I laugh. I laugh out loud and re-member why it is that I came to earth. I arrived to be broken, to be broken, to be broken-again and again.

But, oh, My Darlings, you see, I have grown accustomed - even fond of the brokeness. It is there, in the brokeness that I discover what I'm made of. I assure you, I am made of that which can not be destroyed.

I appreciate your consideration in attempting to shape me, change me, break me as to fit your comfy desire. I must refuse your offer. It just isn't enough for me to dwell in the little box and keep quiet. I came here to live-out-loud, to stand proud and take my rightful place. If my pace makes you uncomfortable, please do-move on."
-Mishi McCoy

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

Plight of the Vacillating Being


I share this expression from the deep, ancient well of my own Life force. I believe in your ability to 'get me' because it is your plight as well as mine. Even if this expression is considered esoteric or mystical, I believe in our ability to fully conceive and embrace the fact that we are all living as physical beings with our feet rooted in the ground of the earth plane and as spiritual beings with our hearts and heads in the celestial planes. We are all finding our balance on the tight rope between these realms.

Evelyn Hill eloquently stated,
“In mysticism that love of truth which we saw as the beginning of all philosophy leaves the merely intellectual sphere, and takes on the assured aspect of a personal passion. Where the philosopher guesses and argues, the mystic lives and looks; and speaks, consequently, the disconcerting language of first-hand experience, not the neat dialectic of the schools. Hence whilst the Absolute of the metaphysicians remains a diagram —impersonal and unattainable—the Absolute of the mystics is lovable, attainable, alive.”

So, here is a shout out to the mystic in each of us and the disconcerting language of the messy, yet gloriously beautiful truth of being a spirit being having a human experience.

The vicissitudes I have experienced since entering the mortal portal have left a longing for deeper degrees of perfection. I must return to the sea of quickening virtue and superior Spirit before dwelling again on land. A fountain has opened in the desert of my dry and thirsty soul.

My spirit doesn't thrive in murky, muddied waters of the earth and so I return to the fair ocean of Love, where sweet Sophia swims with me in deep. I won't return with empty hands, but with flowing, everlasting crystalline. The abyssal chambers of my soul burst with sweet life force exploding into the zenith of celestial beings.

They sing my name in their own divine tongue. I hear the echoes of a thousand choirs of joyful voices resounding in perfect pitch. My heart joins with them in remembrance and longing of my place among them. I once sang the songs of eternal jubilee; they are forever etched into my heart. I surrendered them for songs of sorrow in my chosen human form.

Sophia, encapsulating Wisdom, reminds me that through the ballads of human affliction the celestial beings are moved in passionate, tear- intoxicating dance. I see them gliding across the celestial floors as stars lighting the darkened earthen skies. Oh, yes, my soul is at rest. I understand that we are all ineffably positioned throughout the Cosmos to dance the all encompassing emotional Tango of mystery, love and life.

I return to my place among humanity rejuvenated, invigorated, and intoxicated with overflowing hands and heart of infinite bliss. I am sustained until deeper degrees of perfection weigh me down to raise me up again. It is the inexpressible, bittersweet plight of a supernatural being experiencing a human life!

copyright 2015 Mishi McCoy. All rights reserved. No part of this writing may be stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Look for my Featured articles in OM Times Magazine


http://omtimes.com/2016/03/love-marriage/

http://omtimes.com/2015/10/when-the-fairy-tale-is-over/

http://omtimes.com/2015/11/like-the-stars-shine-your-own-light/

Monday, September 5, 2016

Self Love is True Love

There comes a point in your life that you realize that you are setting yourself on fire for everyone else and all that's left of you is ashes. Don't fret because it's a perfect place to be. It's in that moment, that place of reduction, that you realize why you have been giving so much of yourself to others. An awakening of self love emerges and with that process, you understand that you truly are the one you have been waiting for your entire life.

When you love yourself and treat your self in a way that honors the divine being that you are then you can't help but love others as well. It's different though and I will tell you why. Self love is health love and while it feels affirming to receive love from others, without self love you leave yourself at the mercy of everyone around you. It sets you up for dis-ease.
When you give love from a place of expecting the same in return, you are most often met with disappointment, resentment, exhaustion and even self loathing. You become self-conscious to a degree that you stifle your own ability to rest in ease of your own authenticity....the gift that YOU are to the world.

When you truly possess self love then you are able to love others from a vibrant state of being that is ever flowing, brightly glowing and one that feels natural. This revelation, transformation and evolution need not be a long process. You have been in a relationship with yourself since your first breath. Now, you only need to acknowledge that you have someone who really desires your you-ness and that someone is the one reading this. ~ xoxo Mishi