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Healing people with fungi-assisted ceremonies and retreats. Let nature guide you back Home. www.stellarfolk.org

We connect down-to-earth spiritual people organizing modernly mystic events with inspirational, heart-centered speakers, do-ers, makers and workshop hosts.

03/09/2026

Finding deep ecology 🌿✨

For Arne Næss, the Norwegian philosopher and founding voice of deep ecology, meeting our ecological crisis required more than better policy. It required what he called self-realisation: a broadening of our sense of self, and the recognition that we belong to a larger living whole.

Næss called this the ecological self. Without denying our individuality, there is a deeper truth: we are not separate beings placed inside nature; we are made and woven from the living world itself.

He questioned the habit of dividing life into compartments: nature and culture, observer and observed. Much education still teaches us about nature as though it were outside us. Deep ecology asks for something else — direct experience, sensory immersion and relationship.

We do not protect what we merely feel we should. We protect what we love. And love grows through truly meeting the world.

This is why time in wild places matters; a valley, a river, a mountain teaches in ways information simply cannot. Through beauty, silence, and humility, we remember that we belong to something larger than ourselves.

Go outside, friend. Meet the wild.

Arne Næss (1912–2009) developed the idea of the ecological self and invited each of us to find our own ecosophy — a way of living rooted in our deepest values and our relationship with the natural world.

Artwork: Adrian Scott Stokes (1854–1935), “Sunset”

27/08/2026

The Eclipse Portal closes tomorrow, August 28th — Full Moon, North Node Lunar Eclipse, Pisces. 🌒

Sit with that for a second. What moved in you these last two weeks? Something unexpected, something confusing, something you didn’t see coming? Did you feel your heart crack open somewhere you’d sealed shut a long time ago?

Pisces is water. It dissolves the edges between you and everything else. It’s the sign of merging, of transcendent love, of remembering you were never as separate as you thought. A Lunar Eclipse on top of that isn’t gentle. It’s vivid dreams, sleepless nights, messages arriving from unexpected or even mysterious places.

This whole portal began with the Solar Eclipse in Leo; a release, a letting go of what you’d outgrown. Now the North Node is asking something different of you. Not what you’re leaving, but: where you’re headed. Your destiny is whispering, and eclipses are rarely subtle about it.

If there’s a change you’ve been circling, tonight is asking you to believe it’s possible.

What shifted for you during this portal? Tell me below 🌊

Artwork: “Clémence Isaure” by Henri Martin, 1895

21/08/2026

Nobody tells you initiation is supposed to feel like a death. 🗡️

The old roles loosen. The old self has to go. And without ritual to hold it, it’s easy to mistake this becoming for falling apart.

You’re not broken. You’re mid-threshold. 🌒

18/08/2026

“We have tried everything to get rid of suffering. We have gone everywhere to get rid of suffering. We have bought everything to get rid of it. We have ingested everything to get rid of it.

Finally, when one has tried enought, there arises the possibility of spiritual maturity with the willingness to stop the futile attempt to get rid of it and, instead, to actually experience suffering.

In that momentous instant, there is the realization of that which is beyond suffering, of that which is untouched by suffering. There is the realization of who one truly is.”

– Gangaji

Artwork by Magali Cazo

15/08/2026

And here’s the beautiful part: in the willingness to take responsibility for integrating our own pain and trauma, we are, quite literally, clearing our share from the collective field of pain and trauma; and as we do, we are lessening the overall burden of suffering for others.

By addressing our own pain, the whole body of the world exhales a little more freely. 🌬️✨

15/08/2026

The ones who can sit with profound contradiction,
who can feel heartbreak and not run away from it,
who can let fire and softness live inside of them —
they are the ones who stay human.
Compassion is born from the willingness to hold paradox.
Cruelty is born from the refusal to feel.

– Jeff Foster Jeff Foster

Artwork by Sonya and Nina Montenegro 🌲

11/08/2026

“The universe was created out of joy and that is why you find temporary joy in the fleeting things of the world. Without joy life is an ordeal. So you must attain to that great Joy that has brought forth the world and is the essence of your own being. This is exactly what is discovered when the mind becomes still.”

— Sri Anandamayi Ma

Artwork: “The Call of the Cuckoo” by Indian artist Samarendranath Gupta (circa 1920)

07/08/2026

“We cannot live in a world interpreted for us by others. An interpreted world is not a hope. Part of the terror is to take back our listening, to use our own voice, to see our own light.”

— Hildegard of Bingen

A way to interpret this quote by my favourite medieval mystic and herbalist: it’s a description of what we might call the “trance” of the mind; the way we lose contact with our own direct experience and inherit reality secondhand, through fear, shame, or the narratives handed to us by family, society or the organisations we associate ourselves with.

This is often why we search for wisdom outside ourselves. It’s a lovely feeling, having a teacher tell us what to do. But spiritual and emotional maturity means finding the truth within our own being; continuously asking: who am I, and is this true?

“Taking back our listening,” what Hildegard describes, comes close to an idea of presence; cutting through interpretation of an experience to reach what’s actually true beneath it. Not just cutting through interpretation intellectually, but dropping beneath it, into sensation, into the felt sense of what’s actually true in the present moment, before any names or labels from the mind. This can be done through what I call Somatic Inquiry.

Reclaiming your own authority is frightening, precisely because conditioning trains us to distrust ourselves; our bodies most of all. That fear is a threshold sensation. Let it move through you. It’s evidence you’re waking up, not a reason to give up or retreat from the inquiry.

So: “Who am I?”

The answer is a vast and loving presence beyond what can actually be named. It’s complete freedom. It’s complete love. But don’t take my word for it. Discover it yourself. See your own light.

Keep inquiring, my friend 🩵🔦

Artwork by Alanna Hernandez

29/07/2026

For the Ones We’re Losing

Tonight there’s a full moon. And I’m not just looking up at it. I’m looking down. Around. At what’s burning. At what’s drowning.

This isn’t weather. This isn’t bad luck. This is us. Our extraction, our excess, our refusal to stop in time.
We lit this fire long before the mountains did.

So tonight, I grieve. And I own it.

I grieve the pine martens who didn’t get a warning. The tortoises, slow, built that way for a reason, and slow wasn’t enough this time. The cicadas stopped mid-song. The wild boar, the deer, running from fire into more fire. The hedgehogs curled up small, the way they’ve always survived things. Not this. The owls who lost the trees that told them where home was. The salamanders in the ash where a stream used to be.

I grieve the seagrass meadows called Posidonia, down in the Mediterranean, older than some of our oldest stories, going thin, going pale, going quiet as the sea is too warm. The coral turning to bone. The fish trying to swim north but there is no way out. The turtles confusing plastic bags for jellyfish. The seahorses, the octopus, the sardines, the whole small silver economy of the sea, thinning out. The dolphins going hungry because the fish they follow are already gone from overfishing.

I grieve the bees confused by blossoms that came too early. The storks who don’t know what season it is anymore. Neither do I, some days. The butterflies who timed their whole lives to a spring that doesn’t show up when it used to. The nightingales who used to sing here and don’t anymore.

I grieve the old olive trees, some of them a thousand years old, burning in a single afternoon. The cork oaks. The almond groves. The soil itself — the worms, the fungi, the whole quiet underground world that made anything grow at all.

Somebody has to say their names. Even the ones we don’t have names for.

Grief is just love with nowhere to go. So let it go somewhere. Let it go here.

Rest, small ones. You mattered more than the headlines said.

And we’re so sorry. We’re trying. We have to try harder.

Artwork detail by Meagan Donegan

19/05/2026

“It is not that people won’t betray you. It is not that your heart won’t break again and again. Opening to whatever is present can be heartbreaking business. But, let the heart break, for your breaking heart only reveals a core of love unbroken.

Under the anger, under the fear, under the despair, under the broken-heartedness, there is a radiance that has never been harmed.

True forgiveness and love arise naturally, effortlessly, from the silence of the heart broken all the way open.”

— Gangaji

With my friend .s.dijkstra last year, with our feet in the mighty Ganges. 🌸

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