Cosmic Creator

You are a cosmic being that has “descended” as you incarnated here to increase the Love available on Mother Earth.  She has called to you and you volunteered!  All the abundance and financial flow of the universe is at your command.  Relax into the knowing that you are heard.  Realign yourself and dedicate your energy to your creative flow and the universe will respond.

The variety of creativity is found throughout nature.  There is no resistance in nature, the animals, plants and bugs continue to diversify in response to the creative force within them in response to their interaction with their environment.  You are no different than another being on the planet. We continue to mutate to attend to the current need of ourselves.  The creative expression of your life is intricately woven into the fabric of our Mother. The culmination of your experience bring new life to old ideas.  Transform the old into new.

Your attention to this matter is not futile.  Yes, there are books already written and portraits already painted, but they are not your perspective! Have confidence that your incarnation has been orchestrated precisely and it is your expression that is being called into actuality.  It is up to you to have the courage to present to the world your heart. We need you1

Pegasus Speaks


Liz began training in a wide variety of modalities in 2008, following the death of her beloved canine companion, Amber.  She has studied Animal Communication, Shamanic Animal Healing, the Free Soul Method, Reiki, and most recently, New Paradigm Multi-Dimensional Transformation. Liz received a B.A. in International Relations and an M.A. in Russian Area Studies.  She worked in the geothermal industry from 1997-2013. Since May 2013, Liz has been living full-time in “Pegasus,” a 41-foot diesel pusher, with Roan, her handsome Siberian Husky.  Her blog is






Esme Seraifiel interviews light workers around the globe to inspire listeners on their path. Workshops and individual sessions are on going in Brooklyn and around the New York City area.

Power of Mother

To find the void, the deep, dark power of Mother, we must detoxify our thoughts as they have been programmed.  The current mindset has put you in fear of this great power that we are all initially aligned with.  It is as simple as taking a salt bath to revitalized your body, you purge the repetitive negativity that holds you back from your greatness.  You and She are one.  As you grow to understand your position in the grid work of the universe so will She reaps the benefits of your freedom.  All your needs are met through the faith you nurture by embracing these words.


It is no accident that you have come to these words. Visualize your freedom in the most glorious version of you you can muster.  Even your most inspired vision has its limitations. Every Mother wishes to see her children reach and exceed their potential.  So does Mother Earth. When you begin to embrace the void, the place of all creation, you will tap into the flow of the universe.  This alignment has been kept secret from you so you live in fear.  Your greatness known bounds.  Do not accept anything less than the most perfect version of you.  Your dreams whisper of this greatness, follow them. Loosen the mental restraints and learn to trust the fall into darkness.  She will no fail you.  The abundance of the universe is apparent all around you, start to accept that if it exists in the current reality it is because it was dreamt of first.  This reality is set up to grant your every wish. Play and be free.  It is only in this freedom that you will find the abundance you seek.

The void has been vanquished as a benevolent force because it is the greatest force on Mother Gaia.  The ancients knew of these things and moved through Her undulations with grace.  There was no doubt in our alignment at one time.  Humans mutate over time and adjust to their environment.  The form we hold is flexible.  Do not fight any longer, trust that the changes that are afoot. The energies that are available are for the growth of humanity.  The old ways die.  The old ways have perished in the past and humanity continued.  Humanity will always continue, but how will we define it?  Your best vision needs to be clear and unfettered.  Your dreams hold the magic of a New Earth.


Beauty is all around you.  You need to make the declaration to perceive it.  Your own beauty has everything to do with self-care.  You are all Divine children, full of beauty.  Glow in the knowing and exploration of the Light you shine particular to you.  You have been encarnated at this time to bring the gift of your beauty.  The simplicity of the word beauty holds volumes of meaning.  Each One has defined their version of beauty in through their own experiences. Do not discard it.  Mother Earth needs all interpretations of beauty to be represented.

There is beauty in suffering, in courageousness, and contrast… see it, note it, voice it.  Allow your brothers and sisters to open to the experience of your perception.  Each One is part of the puzzle.

Notice how it all fits.  Nothing is out of place.  The synchronicity can be heart-wrenchingly beautiful.  Celebrate humanity.  Celebrate the freedom to choose to see beauty.

cunfessions of the mutha

I attended my first birth this morning at 4:30am.  Manuel and Maria Rojas had their little baby girl in Central City Hospital, they asked me to stay with them.  My whole body seemed to tingle when I realized they were serious.   Leaning back into that fluffy cloud of support all around me, “Allow the miracle to unfold,” I felt more then heard their support.  My angels and guides encouraged me to embrace the opportunity for growth.


Maria was having very regular contractions but she was so afraid. Tension rose from her shoulders, rolling the energy up into her face.  Her eyes widened and her breath unsteady, the rushes were unfamiliar to her.  She had no reference point to understand nor to trust the new experience.  She begged me for reassurance as the next one rose to greet her.


“Con calma.  Breathe mas larga,” my spanish was not really tolerable.  The time I spent in Mexico only made it worse.  I became more brazen, unabashed by my inability to conjugate to the correct subject or tense.  Most times I just used the infinitive.  I knew, my presence was enough.  I was holding the space and faith in this woman to birth.  The baby called to me to keep her mother strong.  The infant suspended in the darkness awaited her first breath.  She glowed rosy pink in my mind’s eye, I felt her resolve to enter the world with a bellow.


The dynamic between the couple would continue to unfold before me.  She blamed him for doing this to her, for causing her pain; changing her life.  She came to America to be independent and have her own life.  She was barely here a year when she became pregnant. The life of an independent American woman was slipping away from her.  She was repeating the legacy of generations before her even tough she moved thousands of miles to escape it.  Servitude and dedication to her family, without her identity as an individual, was everything she never wanted.  She was giving away her freedom and she knew no other way to define “mother.”


“So what,” he exclaimed, “She’s gonna get pregnant sooner or later.”  His bravado was transparent.  He shook with dread.   He was ill prepared for the unveiling of her anger as she ripped through him.  Her desperation shot out her eyes and dug into him.


How did I understand the depth of their relationship when our communication was so limited. Intuitively, I supported them in their transition into a family.  Without words as much as presence, I allowed her to reach out for him and demand submission to the power of the feminine.  I trust in the unknown and the universal wisdom that brought us together.  I knew this was going to be a huge experience for all of us.  I anticipated the gift, holding very still. This experience was an ornately wrapped present in my hand and loved every minute of the unwrapping.  Each gorgeous layer, perfectly reflecting the energy of the moment.  Emotions are raw and real. The delicious energy that I savor when the energy of the universe is so clear.


I am a doula.  I am a wise woman.  I am a mother.  Mostly, I am, me.  There is no other representation in the order of creation that comprises who I am.  It is my honor and my birth right but mostly it is in respect to the One that I have given myself permission to be uniquely myself.


I am, outwardly, a white, privileged American woman. I have northern European descendants from Germany to Hungary. My gypsy blood keeps me free and untethered by conventional boundaries.  Cornered and pressured, I am like a wild bear defending my territory.  There will not be another who holds sovereignty over me.  My power is my own.  Maria has the sweet, innocence of youth.  Her soulful eyes hold a strength of a culture deeply rooted in the earth.  Her hair braided into a thick, dark rope lays down her strong back.  There is a wisdom in her she has yet to uncover.  All they can see is her social status as an illegal Mexican immigrant on Medicaid. We made quite a pair.  I demanded respect in her name.


“An epidural would make it all better, why don’t you have one.”  The elderly room attended was uncomfortable with Maria’s deep, guttural sounds pouring from her.  She felt a rescue was in order.  There is a lesson in the pain.  With faith, the perception of pain will decrease and transforms into energy.  Birth gives women a new understanding of the flow that is life itself.  We understood this flow as a small child.  We are reintroduced to it again as mothers.


Since she was adding to Maria’s insecurity I asked her to stop offering as she will ask for it when she needs to.  Alas, it was too late. The discouragement had taken hold and the other staff members were chiming in.  The labor and delivery nurse took control of the situation.


“You must have a epidural to stop the pain,” she described in  spanish the bliss of the medication.  After the propaganda was complete, I requested that someone tell her the risk and effects to her baby postpartum.  They said there was none.  This is not true.


At this point, my presence was irritating them.  “Who are you?”


“Just a friend,” I stated which was true, because at the time I was not yet trained as a doula.  The obstetrician on staff became angry and started to yell at me in the hallway.  I realized at this moment what I was really doing here.  I stood my ground and demanded on her behalf an interpreter to explain the danger of the epidural regardless of their claim that there were no side effects.  They scrambled to get her the information that was her due.  I felt all the strength of a pack of wolves inside me as I walked back to join her in the room.


The most interesting thing happened at this point.  I returned to the room and felt the room fill with the presence of angels.  I was standing in the gateway between the worlds, holding the way open.  It was very clear to me that this child asked me to be her guardian.  I communicated with the angels and other guides  with my heart.   I knew from a deep place that all is as it should be.  I was completely dedicated to see this through regardless of the outcome.


Maria became unhinged.  The possibility of giving the pain away gave her permission to let it consume her until the relief came.  Manuel was grief stricken as she begged him to make it stop.  She pleaded in spanish, “por favor , mi amour, no mas…”   She only needed to have him understand the sacrifice she was making by bearing his child.  He could not honor the transformation.  He could bear her pleading no more. He looked to me for guidance.


I knew at this juncture, it was not for me to interfere but to help him find the strength to stand by her.  This was the turning point in the labor when the baby is close to its arrival.    I smiled and stood supportively behind him.


“Remind her to breathe.  For the baby, if not for herself.  Only inhale and exhale, that is all that is required.”


“But I can’t…” the tears welled in his eyes.

“Necessita va al bano?” I said.  The emotional tenor required a change.

“Que?” he wondered at the command.

“It will help,” I nodded encouragingly as the wise woman I am.


We got the help we needed to get her off the monitor to reach the bathroom.  I closed the door, “Keep her in there until they come.”


I am not sure what was the inspiration for this but I know the outcome was tremendous.  She was contracting strong and consistently and breathing well. I left them to manage themselves.  I sat in the rocking chair and prayed.  The angels were present and strong.  I became immersed in their energy.  I felt the love and support of the universe like a warm blanket.  I had no doubt that the experience was divinely executed. It is not to say that I knew the actual steps of the unfolding, only that I trust, wholly and completely that all happens for a reason.  We were jumping off a cliff into the unknown.  Free falling and unencumbered by the fear that surrounded us by the medical staff and their intellectualized concept of birth.  Birth resides in the heart, in the emotional body where things do not have to make sense.  Feeling our way, we proceeded.


“Where is she?” The labor and delivery nurse returned with a flourish.


I was deeply cloaked in the energy that resides between the worlds.  It took an effort to open my heavy eyelids and  answer her, “In the bathroom.” I nodded towards the door.


The rest of her entourage pursued behind her, barging into the bathroom with all the urgency of a steam engine.  Maria’s cocoon was disrupted.  They physically removed her, shouting the whole time about having the baby in the toilet.  It was unreal the aggression they displayed toward her.  The violation and disrespect ensued.  I continued to channel whatever love the universe would muster to embrace her and her baby.  The baby was here.  She was crowning.  There was no time to administer the epidural. Victory is so sweet.  I beamed from my place in the rocking chair, slowly gliding back and forth.


Maria pushed the baby into the world within a half an hour.  What a gloriously strong woman!  I stood by the sweet infant as they insisted on having their way with the baby as they had no further influence on the mother.  I just spoke to her in gentle tones as they would not let me do much else.  At the sound of my voice, she calmed and focused.  The peace from her coursed through me.  I knew it was for her I was called to be here.


Cunfessions of the Mutha

There is incredible magic available right here, right now.  We are all gifted, special and unique.  When the sunsets and the violet-blues and fuchsia pink set you in awe, you are one and the same, elementally.  The mission, if you choose to accept it, (insert the music of the movie Mission Impossible) is to make it your focus in your life to find out what you are all about.  What magic have been borne with?  Can you allow the expression of all that you are or do you squash yourself down because you have been taught otherwise?


It was killing me.  My life, my choices.  The weight insulated the true expression of me until it hurt.  The weight on my chest made it hard to breathe.  I had no idea how I even got here.  I was doing all the “right” things.  I was following an ideal of my personal truth as far as I believed it could be expressed. I put myself on a railroad track with no adjoining course.  The cavernous guilt bore a whole through me, a so I ate.  I cooked elaborate meals and ate. I poured my love, my heart, into my food.  Soon that was getting to be a burden as well.


So I made skincare.  I couldn’t eat that.  I created beautiful products for my family and my friends.  I was reaching, searching for me.  Still, I was engulfed with the solitude of my existence. I hoped the creativity would lead me to the magic.  My heart yearned for a connection to something bigger.  Somedays I got close, when I woke with a dream about a new recipe, I would run downstairs to start the fire and let things come together as the dream inspired me to do.  It was a brush with the creative force of the universe, but really, only a brush.  A water color streak in the blank canvas of my life.  When I was not creating, could barely function doing the mundane.  I did not understand why my life had, seemingly all-of-the-sudden turned on me.  The simple joys of my family were no longer.


I was horrified to realize I could not enjoy my children like I used to.  I became impatient.    Endless hours of playing with dolls or Legos was a thing of the past.  I no longer put my energy into exploring their world.  I let them do their world.  I knew they would do well to explore without the despondency I carried.   They did as children do, continue on, finding their way, fearlessly.


The loneliness engulfed me.  I was suffocating.  A cloud of dense fog surrounded my senses making it difficult to even decipher how I felt.  My children reached out to me through the fog and I would resurface momentarily, until my eldest daughter became depressed.  I could not help her and I knew that it was because I could not get my shit together.  She was reaching puberty.  A time when the young woman needs a strong example to emulate. I really looked at myself and recoiled as I was not the woman I wanted to be, nor was I the woman she needed me to be to make this transition.


My whole being searched for something, anything to tell me the truth.  “Give me something to believe in again!”  my heart screamed out in desperation. I had glimpses of my effervescent childhood, full of joy and imagination. It haunted me.  Could I still be that same joyous being?  God held me in his embrace.  As a young bubbly girl, the security of His Love freed me from the worries of humanity.  Light and love poured from my eyes into the hearts of those around me. It effortlessly poured out of me.  In the complete acceptance of myself, I embraced all.


In that absolutely clear place of loving my daughter more that myself, I was lead to further my quest.  Watching her lie on the couch day after day, was all I could bare.  I felt her despair, her utter loneliness.  She, with an open and generous heart, tried to live here amongst all the pain and jealousy, mistrust and betrayal.   Her relationships began to fail her.  Her friends betrayed her trust, her parents distrusted her experience.  I could not show her it was worth it to continue, that there was a more glorious expression of life than the one I was portraying. She looked at me, she witnessed my pain and loneliness as I served and nurtured everyone around me, taking no heed to the calling of my soul.  A mother cannot hide from her children, nor them from me.  We have made the commitment to be partners this lifetime and I am eternally grateful.  They inspire me to remain in the flow of love so that they can remember they are never alone.


It is for them that I dug into those ugly dark places in my soul and worked so diligently to  recreate my life.  These memoirs are the events that lead me here. It is a surreal recount of the inner workings of my soul, unravelling.  The intimate whisperings of my heart are raw and unedited.  The journey is fierce and treacherous effuse with craggy outcroppings of unresolved pain.  As in the hearts of all who were born here, we hold untold misery and deceit from lifetimes of abuse.  At birth into these bodies, the abandonment from Source commences.  The ego manages to take the place of Source.   Acquiring financial stability, material items, or a plethora of degrees cry out for fulfillment and satiation.  Yet the insecurity remains like a child that is criticized by our parents, we bend over and work harder towards a fictitious end.  The criticism stems our own thoughts planted there by institutions and society mores that create fear and enforce the  separation we start to feel at birth.

Fly Away with Me

As a small child, I knew how to fly. No really, all you have to do is fill your heart with joy. Kind of like Peter Pan. There were always hordes of people running after me to share the joy and freedom. I wondered why they could not fill up with joy and fly too. I would be jumping from street lamp to street lamp, loving the weightlessness of my body, barely touching down at the next lamp with just enough touch to fly again. If I stood still on top of the lamppost, the people would begin climbing the poll to reach me. I did not want to stop feeling so free, so I willed myself to fill even more and fly. Concentration is essential. I would begin descending if I let them distract me. The people would cheer as I lost altitude. I soared all night, gently lighting down just before waking.

My mother would not interpret the dreams for me, maybe because she couldn’t bring herself to explain the complexity of the world to a five year old. She avoided complexity for herself too. I get it now.

I come with a full heart and fill your heart with my consciousness.  Know and believe I am here expressing myself in your love.  Embrace others with this love and all barriers fall away, including your own self-limiting ones.  Ha-haa, Little One, there is nothing beyond your reach, just remember to reach one step farther than your dream.  Feel the pulse and warmth of your God-self.  Invite this feeling often to overcome self-limiting doubt.  Your fellow humans look for an example of this consciousness to know it is possible.  Even if there is but a glimpse, a glimpse of the Light is enough to inspire the hopeless.  Be the Light, Hold the Light, Shine Bright! Channelled message from Jesus, 8/2011


Your sense of humor ties the strings of your life together.  Where you find self-importance you have stretched the string far from center.  The illusion gives you the opportunity to make choices on a daily basis about the reality you participate in.  Your ego would want you to believe in yourself beyond all others.  It creates strife through comparison.  This is wholly ludicrous.  As you are All so incredibly perfect, as it is just your presence on the face of the planet that has been the calling.  Everything else is for your entertainment as you stay here, bringing your heart energy to share.

As you enjoy the show, feel the flow of life move you forward, effortlessly.  Relish the movement.  Place awe in your heart as the universe shares its love for you.  You are cherished beyond your understanding.  All Love is here for you.  Allow the expression that is always here for you to become apparent.  The more you appreciate the effortlessness of your life, the less it requires of you.

The clarity of this knowing brings you closer to you, inspiring your creativity.  The reason for your physical incarnation is to inform all who are ready to listen of your passion.  The passionate idea floods your body, verifying you of its validity.  Emotions are the gift of this physical form.  They keep you connected to the truth.  Follow them without question.  A lack of emotional response is a death.  Search for situations that stir it up.

You are reborn!

Sense It

In the periphery of your mind there is illumination of your work.  It peaks out like rays of  light from the darkness.  The mundane events clutter your daily care but there is more.  You are more than you allow yourself to be.  Allow the creativity to bring the bits and pieces of the picture into focus.  Tend to the dream.

Take pleasure in the care of your body, inside and out.  Search out the sensuality of the wind in your hair and the sun on your back.  There is great joy here.  Celebrate these simple pleasures, become creative in the care of you.  Sensual awareness is the first step towards realizing the fullness available to you.  Love and care towards self  allows more love to flow effortlessly through you to others.  You inspire with your presence.  The joy is palatable.  You become very attractive.  Spontaneous unions will appear to mirror you in appreciation.

Shine On


Personal integrity create a sacred space around you that makes it possible for you to enter into genuinely heart felt interactions with others.  Your ability to honor your own truth affords the opportunity for relationships, even the most transient, to enter into a depth of integrity that fosters expansion.  The daily dedication to your dreams creates hope and inspires others to reach beyond the illusion.  If you can daydream, than you can rise above the current reflection with ease.

Upon waking, set your intension to a place of ease.  Appreciation for the gifts of today: a simple meal, the warmth of the sun, a child’s laughter, will bring peace.  Reside in that place.  Do not allow thoughts that do not support your peace.  Financial flow has the same energy as health and happiness.  It does not require a different focus or effort.  Allow the universe to provide your needs through generating peace today, in this moment.

This work is the way towards effortless life.  The only way to contentment is through appreciation.  A genuine love of the current ease in your life will bring more ease.  This is the goal of every life.  This is the miracle healing we can foster for ourselves and for everyone we meet.