From Suzy’s desk
Little Suzy Lightworker’s What-If Jar
For the days the path feels a little too serious.
I filled this jar myself. Every slip is a what-if, and every what-if is for you.
Pull one in the morning. Pull one when you’re stuck. Pull five in a row. I won’t count.
(Okay, I might count. But only fondly.)
Reach in. Something’s waiting for you.
P.S. Found one that sticks? Write it on a sticky note. Put it on your mirror. Tell a friend. I’ll know.
From Larissa Thera, Keeper
Okay, you met Suzy.
She’s a lot. She’s supposed to be.
Suzy is what happens when a sincere heart meets the spiritual path all at once: the crystals, the signs, the seventeen courses, the spirit guide who leaves you on read. I wrote her because I was her. Maybe you were too. (Maybe you still are, a little. Me too.)
She lives inside something I’m building called the Order of the Ever-Unfolding Rose, a mystery school that never takes itself so seriously that it forgets to be magic. Together we walk The Mystic’s Journey, one archetype at a time, with stories, gatherings, badges and the occasional telegram.
If you want more magic and more misadventures, there’s a door. It’s in a tree. It’s guarded by a cat.
- Suzy’s next misadventures, as they happen
- The way to the Order’s door (and the password, probably)
- Letters from me, when there’s something worth saying
Leave your name and I’ll send you the way there.
