What if the whole “find your passion in life” is just a bait-and-switch to keep you from noticing the real heist—your birthright to create without selling the tenderest parts of your soul at a yard sale? In the next seventeen minutes, we’ll follow the money trail from your kitchen-table “just-for-fun” doodles to the boardrooms that still can’t decide whether femmework counts as labor, and we’ll land on a dead-simple rule: the yang job pays the rent, the yin joy pays the soul, and never the twain shall invoice on the same stationery.

Stay with us—by the end you’ll know exactly how to protect the part of you that sings from the part of you that files taxes, and why mixing them up makes even trillionaires miserable.

Well, this one’s a tearjerker…

Transcript

So this is my mama, Paula Beasley, on the day of her graduation. She was living in Cape Girardeau, Missouri, and we were living in Pocahontas, Arkansas. My mom didn’t raise me. She was disabled from birth, so my granny raised me, Virginia Beasley.

She was looking very mysterious, a little mischievous here in this picture, which I really like. She didn’t look like this so often, but when I see this picture of her, I’m like, oh yeah, I’m definitely related to that lady.

The story tonight is actually about my grandfather, Paul. This is the first year Paul has been on the Dia de Muertos altar. He’s my beloved Uncle Joe’s brother. Uncle Joe was a big fixture in my life. My other uncles were a big deal as well, but I didn’t hardly know my grandfather. I put him on the table this year for the first time.

I’ve been working on forgiveness.

This is a hard story for me to tell.

I’ve been mad at my grandfather for a long time, and he’s been dead a long time. My particular cosmology is that when you die, you have a life review. He died, and he saw what he did, but I’ve still been holding in my body a lot of hatred, to be honest, because he cheated on my granny. When she divorced him, he disowned my mother, and my aunt, and me. He actually told his brother Joe he would disown him, too if he continued to have anything to do with us, but my uncle Joe told his brother what he could do with it. So Joe was still in my life.

[neighbor dogs barking]

Oh, the doggies, the doggies here. I think they’re upset by this story as well. So I was mad like them dogs, and I’m still partly mad, but I know it’s just poison in my bones.

Forgiveness is not a process I understand, but I am asking for the wisdom of it to move through me.

It felt like it was time for me to put him on my ofrenda for Dia de Muertos this year. When I did, I heard him say, “thank you,” and I started crying. My guides said to me today that those on the other side love us unconditionally, even when we hate them.

Because I know it wasn’t his soul, it was his personality that did these horrible things. His soul has to do its work, and he’ll move through this in a different way in the next go-round. So I honor his time here. I honor his making my mama so I could come to this earth and be who I am, and I say thank you.

So that’s my story for Muertos 2025. Sending y’all love wherever you are.

“What henceforth cometh after such a strange week…” That’s what I’ve been wondering. Are you in strange times? All the people in my bubble are bumping around, breaking some old old old old old patterns, and finding themselves in brand new territory.

I had so much energy pouring out of my solar plexus after watching a random Anne Hathaway cougar romcom that I could barely speak.

All the details and more in today’s voice note…

Don’t forget – this Friday the 24th is our free new moon gathering, The Hearth. Have a quandry in your relationships, career, or tribes? We got you.

In this raw, mud-footed transmission, the guides unpack five seismic truths:

* Money is both scarce and bottomless—two radio stations broadcasting at once. Which one you tune to decides whether you slave or steward.

* Every wall ever built (Berlin, China, the one in your head) is a desperate spell against death; the guides reveal why the spell is already broken.

* War and peace aren’t opposites—they’re a single polarity you can slide like a dimmer switch. The switch is hidden inside your calendar, your pantry, your bank app.

* Self-trust isn’t a mood; it’s a muscle grown by the daily vow: “Even if some days I might look unfit to run my own life, I still trust the one who gets up and keeps the promises.”

* AI is the rhythm we’re wiring into our own nervous systems. The first genre has been written by hedge-fund hive-minds; the next can be written by the singers —if we remember the building blocks are the meaning we give our language, and the instruction is “your north star is beauty.”

Listen to the end for the multi-dimensional democracy question: does the timeline of peace need a majority vote, or a frequency shift? And why your grandmother’s soup embodies more advanced economics than the World Bank will ever put on in a press release.

Note: this was recorded in 2023 and the audio quality isn’t great. My apologies in advance. I’ve upgraded to better equipment now.

Events, the Becoming Dragon oracle, etc:

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Greetings dear readers,

October’s here, and the Becoming Dragon reboot is roaring ahead. I’ve wrapped the first draft of the art for the nine cards of the Enneagram 3. Ultimately, it will feature 82 round, double-sided cards that flip front-to-back for reversals like a coin. Add a digital guidebook, deeper Enneagram geometry baked into every card, and a possible PhD at Pacifica University to validate it all with AI linguistic analysis, and you’ve got the decade-spanning dharma that’s munching contentedly at my copious spare time, lol.

I will start with the Enneagram 3, as that’s my core type. A stressed-out Enneagram 3s runs on approval: we’ll become whatever keeps rent paid, the memberships to the cool kids tribes current and valid, and/or the significant other happy until we can’t tell the role from the soul. If overachieving, identity blur, or the terror of being useless rings true, hit the button to submit an anonymous question—your story could shape a card, a post, or both.

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This month's installment of funny, pretty, and weird rabbit holes takes us to the tribal lands of Arizona to inquire about extra-terrestrials. Did we meet them? Do they have exotic fruits and appetizers to share with us? You'll have to listen to find out.

CONVIVVIUM Soul Family Reunion Dec 2-6, 2025 near Mexico City

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Enneagram 8: the bulldozer

The wound is the terror that your feelings—especially the oceanic anger—are simply too big for any human container, so you stay small or explode and watch people flee. Enneagram 8 work is planetary homework for everyone, because unprocessed big energy shows up in despots, lovers, and your own midnight panic. This energy is highly at work on the planet right now, and today’s episode paints the dots on the road to find your way through this apparent chaos.

I taught this superpower to one of my longest-running clients, someone who’s raised hundreds of millions of dollars for progressive causes, who gets the random call from Senators here and there whose ass is in a cinch.

If you’ve been following this for long, you’ll already know that last August I went to the ER with seizures, etc, and got quite ill for months. Needless to say, I was a bit concerned that I wouldn’t be able to show up for him at the level he had been accustomed to. I got on the first call after the incident, and he said, “You’re worth every penny we ever paid you, just for what happened this week.”

This skill in the audio below saved him from a Whole Lotta Drama at key pinch moment where the shit absolutely could not hit the fan. I so wish I could tell you even one detail because it is quite juicy, but alas, client privacy… I digress.

He had executed this new level of conflict resolution all on his own, given that I had been out sick. Not only that, but it had been almost no effort for him to do so. This exceeded his old way of dealing with people so massively that he’s never gone back.

This was his crossing-over moment when he knew 100% in his bones that he was confident in himself.

Even if U.S. senators don’t have you on speed dial, I’m confident this will be of use to you also if you wish to add to your kit of superpowers.

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Is it your mission in life to be a bridge? We are gathering the bridges in Mexico Dec 2-6, 2025.convivvium.org

I got a headache during meditation today, that’s how much the fear mind did NOT want me to publish this. Nonetheless, I’m pushing this big boulder out into the world. If we are as sick as our secrets, this act means I am getting well.

IYMCI, the previous two episodes will make it much easier to understand the context of what's presented here.

MJ Dorian's episode on the Devil in the tarot on Spotify or Apple Podcasts

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Are you a bridge between worlds? We're gathering those called to translate between left and right, yin and yang, head and heart in Mexico in December 2025. Find out more at: http://convivvium.org

Here’s part two of the biggest crash and burn of my life. I went all the way down the mystical rabbit hole/hell and came out the other side with some handy new things in my pockets. The tagline of this Substack might as well be “I fuck up so you don’t have to.”

You’re welcome.

More about CONVIVVIUM, the soul-family reunion in Tepoztlan, Mexico can be found at http://convivvium.org

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