Years ago, I selected the drumming track on my iPhone and journeyed into non-ordinary reality to meet the Spirit of my town.  My intention was to learn what the town needed (so basically, what I needed). 

A masculine energy offered a suggestion for rooting into the ground like an old oak tree.  He sent an image of a tree with wild winds surrounding it—all while it remained calm and steady in the storm. 

I asked why it was so windy in my town, and why these...

Before my nephew could read and write, we use to write stories together.  I would prompt him with questions (from elements of the Hero's Journey) and then he would tell me what to write down - including a few scenes that would make any reader wonder if his younger sister would ever make it out alive. 

I could've told him, "That's not nice," and asked him to change those scenes, but then what?  Would his tensions be brought to light the next time we...