☆* 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

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

ღೋღ Love is....Heart to Heart

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Love is Heart to Heart

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Featured poem (click on title) - She is Wild Woman
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"She is not predictable, controllable nor the people pleasing kind.
That’s why she is called wild woman and can never be defined."

All Medicine Doesn't Come in a Bottle

“This is just temporary!” These are the specific words that held me together and gave me the ability to believe in a creative miracle for my youngest son.  He had been the victim of a gunshot wound to his head. He now lay in a coma, after a long and difficult six hour operation on his brain. Half of his skull, the bullet, three large hematomas and skull fragments were all surgically removed. He was hanging in the balance between life and death. He was on life support, but diagnosed as clinically dead with out life support and diagnosed brain dead as well. The neurosurgeon had not given us any hope. This was a most arduous thing to hear, much less to embrace as our reality.

I knew in my spirit that I must make a decision, not only to believe in a more earnest desired and expected outcome, but to firmly hold to that expectation in my heart. As I walked into the cubicle in which my son was resting, I was shocked and taken back at his condition. I was not prepared for what I was witnessing.  Although half of his skull was missing, one could not tell for the immense swelling that had morphed his head to three times its normal size. Sixty-eight staples held his shattered skull together, while tubes and shunts protruded from his broken cranium. There was dry blood in his ear and his left eye was swollen the size of a golf ball. He appeared lifeless.

 I felt my emotions rise, my heart felt as though it were wrenched with horrific pain and I had to choose not to give in to my emotions and completely fall apart. In that moment, I asked for Divine Guidance and the words that I desperately needed to see beyond this tragedy. I asked for a token of hope to see an expected end of joy and miraculous recovery. “This is temporary!” Those were the words that arose from my inner most being and boldly flowed from my lips. To even speak them increased my faith and elevated my spirits.

In the six long agonizing days and nights that my son lay in a coma, his condition did not improve. In fact, there were a few times that his condition worsened and became potentially less hopeful as far as medical evidence provided. It is true that there were moments of anguish, tears and utter desperation, but to hold on to hope, regardless of the physical evidence before us only moved my faith in a more accelerated rate. I refused to believe that my son would not live and recover to his fullest potential. Hope had become the hand of the friend that I held on to firmly and I refused to let go.

Seven days from the day my son had received an extensive traumatic injury to his head, the miracle that my family and I had believed for came to pass. My son woke up from his coma and moved toward rehabilitation. My son, who was given no hope of living a normal life upon survival and despite complete paralysis to the entire right side of his body is now enjoying a vibrant life as a husband and father to four beautiful sons. He does all the activities that the physician said that he would never be able to do.  As a matter of fact, the parts of his brain that control specific abilities were destroyed or removed and in spite of that, still he is able to carry out these abilities. Reading, writing, verbal cognition and communication are among them. With determination and hard work, he has recovered his life and is a testimony of miracles coming to pass. He is proof of the miracle of resilience of the human spirit and Divine intervention.

I am most grateful for the skill and wisdom of the medical staff, as well as the great leaps of applications in conventional medicine. They definitely made a magnanimous difference to my son’s quality of health. They were imperative to sustain him to the state of being in which he could recover. I am also humbly and joyfully grateful for the empowerment of choosing to believe, hold on to hope and envision a thriving future for ourselves and the ones we love. It is true; most medicine does come in a bottle. There is however, some medicine that can only come through love, faith and hope. It comes from our Source, from our life force within. We can all benefit from this wonderful medicine daily and administer as often as needed. All medicine does not come in a bottle. My son is proof of the power of Love.

*As a footnote, with brain injuries, the first five years of rehabilitation are crucial. Though his recovery was quicker than doctors ever expected, it was also one that took a lot of perseverance, tears and sheer determination. It has been eight years and two brain operations later. He still endures pain and has some limitations, but he remains my hero and offers hope to anyone who knows his story. My hope is that his story will offer those who read this the same token of hope. I believe with God, with Love all things are possible.

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Reading: Mishi McCoy Shares Her Gift of Intuition

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Mishi McCoy Shares Her Gift of Intuition
Author Pens, 'The Lovely Knowing'

BigNews.Biz - Jan 01,2012 - by Fran Briggs
No matter what you may have heard to the contrary, certain things just cannot be assumed, such as our inner gift called intuition. It's either acknowledged and developed, or it's not.

The arrival of ordained Interfaith Minister and Visionary, Mishi McCoy's latest book, 'The Lovely Knowing' (Create Space, 2011), leads her readers to re-examine whatever assumptions they may have had about their respective gifts of intuition.

Remarkable enough, earlier reviews show that 'The Lovely Knowing' arrived with both communicative grace and clarity. Throughout, the author demonstrates her exceptional degree of candidness and insight. She shares how she takes the joys, horrors, and unfathomable situations from her life to create a foundation of love, faith, and undying optimism.

"There is an inner gift that each of us possesses as deep insightful knowing and is available as peace regardless of our circumstances," McCoy explained. "It isn't as difficult to access this gift as some would make it out to be. It is quite simple. We can always choose the way of Love, the 'knowing', and in so doing, we live the life that is our divine right and legacy."

Throughout the book, Mishi McCoy illustrates how to take what we need, allow it to expand into something breathtakingly beautiful and practical, and then leave the rest and to use what we have taken to build and create the lives we truly desire

With a cheerful disregard for 'happenstance', McCoy, who is also a Master Level Reiki Therapist says, "Becoming more and more in touch with our 'knowing' is the surest way to making choices that are in our very best and highest good."

Mishi McCoy pinpoints the publication's core: " 'The Loving Knowing' is a book of memoirs about holding out hope in the midst of adversity. I share insight on the gift of intuition, or knowing that we all innately have. It is a magnificent sense of being that enriches our faith and hope. My passion is the Body, Mind and Spirit connection."

'The Lovely Knowing' is available at www.amazon.com and selected online and offline bookstores. http://www.amazon.com/The-Lovely-Knowing-Mishi-McCoy/dp/1463724357
The Lovely Knowing
Paperback: 188 pages
Publisher: Create Space (March 25, 2011)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1456750194
ISBN-13: 978-1456750190