*All* Lives Matter, Take Two


Dear readers,

A few days ago, I wrote a post, “*All* Lives Matter” and then I was informed that that phrase is seen as an attack on the “Black Lives Matter” movement, so I added an update expressing that it was definitely NOT my intention to go against #BlackLivesMatter. Then I asked for suggestions on how I could say it differently…

Well, since I have a very small following and very little engagement, I did not receive many suggestions, so I decided to just leave it as is, since I meant no harm and anyway I had added the update. Apparently that was not good enough for one Facebook Group, who promptly kicked me out and blocked me, without even explaining anything to me…

Since that day, I have been thinking deeply about this matter… And the thing is, I am one of the least racist people on this planet. For as long as I can remember, I have loved all people, of *All* races, *All* colors, and *All* religions. I have an uncommon amount of compassion that is actually pretty rare among the human species, and it pains me so much to see not only Black people discriminated against, but also Native American people, Hispanic people, Asian people, and so on…

And, never mind what color my skin is, as a woman, I do not feel safe walking alone down the street, because unfortunately there are men, of *All* races and *All* colors, who do not respect women. I understand that disrespectful, abusive, and violent men behave that way due to the wounds that they haven’t healed, but that understanding doesn’t make me feel any safer, and it certainly does not excuse their bad behaviors.

There is no excuse for police brutality against Black people, and there is no excuse for anyone to be racist against any other race. *All* colors and races do matter.

Good people, why can’t we *All* unite and oppose discrimination together? Why can’t we make this about Goodness versus Unjustness, instead of just about Black versus Police?

I feel the anger and pain and rage of all who are protesting. I feel it deeply, and I hope that healing comes soon to all who are suffering.

All lives are important. All lives are significant. All lives have meaning. All lives are precious. All lives are sacred.

*All* Lives Matter!

All races, colors, and species matter!

With love and compassion for all beings,
StarFire Teja


Photo by Grant Brookes on Unsplash.


Healing the Roots of Evil


“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” ~ Rumi


All evil and “sins” arise from wounds.

As one human global tribe, we should make the healing of wounds a top priority.

So many issues will be resolved by healing the people’s wounds.

The Forces of Goodness are all around us and inside each of us. Even people who have “gone to the dark side” have those Forces of Light deep within. Those Forces are available and ready to help us heal all the wounds. Let’s activate them and Shine Healing Light Everywhere.

When the Light Rises and Radiates through every dark corner, we will all love each other in the Sunshine!



Photo by Emiel Schalck on Unsplash.



*ALL* Lives Matter


All skin colors matter.
Black, brown, tan, beige, and white.

All species matter.
Humans, cows, pigs, lambs, fish, chickens, and turkeys.

Please, human tribe, please stop killing other humans, *and* please stop killing the animals, fish, and birds!!!!!

And, please stop stealing milk from the cows! Each species naturally produces the perfect milk for its own young. Cows’ milk is for baby calves and human breastmilk is for baby humans! Dairy is unhealthy for the human body, and it causes incredible suffering for the cows. Reach for coconut milk products instead!

May ALL Beings Be Free of Suffering.

May All Beings Heal and Know Happiness.

Photo by Peter tomceac on Unsplash.



I’ve just been informed that it’s not good to use the phrase “All Lives Matter”… I did not know that that phrase is seen as an attack on #BlackLivesMatter, so I am contemplating how to re-phrase it, since I was trying to be all inclusive, including ALL lives of all species, beyond human… any suggestions as to how I could re-phrase this so as not to offend the “BlackLivesMatter” movement? That was definitely NOT my intention!

One idea just came in: “All Lives Are Important. All Colors Are Important. All Species Are Important.”

Please share suggestions in comments below.


I Want to Warn Others!

Dear readers,

It is with a certain degree of agony that I am writing this post. If you have experienced the death of a parent, then perhaps you can relate to my anguish…

If you have not yet experienced the death of a parent, I want to warn you! But what can I say to prepare you? All I can do is share my story and hope that it may be helpful to some people who read it…

My Dad died four months ago today, and it is truly the worst thing that has ever happened to me. At fifty years old, I thought I had experienced a lot of grief already in my life, but now I see that the griefs over unions-with-earthguys-gone-bad and the griefs over my health and financial issues were nothing compared with the grief over losing my Dad…

The pain is just terrible! But, in the days following his death, I received an overwhelming amount of comments and private messages from friends on Facebook, and that helped me so much. I printed out all of those helpful words, and I read them again and again as I sobbed. One friend, who had lost her father the year before, wrote, “There is nothing like it; It is cellular.” I could so relate, because I felt the pain in all of my cells, fibers, and bones!

Another friend, who also lost her father, shared that she didn’t realize how unbelievable the territory was. She wrote, “We can’t know until we arrive at it, that’s for sure.”

I cried so much during the first couple of months, while I continued doing all of my spiritual practices each day. Gradually I gained more inner strength and stopped crying so much, but still, every evening when it gets dark my “witching hour” begins and the questions and answers replay in my mind as they have hundreds of times before… The journey through disbelief, trauma, and shock is rocky, but hopefully I’m steadily working my way towards acceptance, healing, and peace…

One friend said that we don’t ever really get over the grief when a parent dies, but rather, it just becomes a familiar part of us… That idea brings me a strange comfort.

Fortunately I am by nature a grateful person, and I have a strong base of happiness in me… So, even during these terribly painful months, I have been able to create happy moments each day.

When the time comes for you to experience the death of a parent, I hope you will also be able to access the inner resources you need in order to love yourself through the pain.

With grief and gratitude in equal portions,
StarFire Teja


Mama Bear Story

Once upon a time, in a galaxy right here and now, after her cubs had left the den a Mama Bear became greatly wounded. Soon she found a healing cave in the woods and stayed there for three winters… or was it four?

Sleeping long hours she dreamt many dreams in which she was a white owl quarreling with a dark vulture. Night after night, and day after day, the two birds of prey fought inside her mental sphere.

Finally they took their disputes to the Force of All Light in the center of her Heart, and that Force of Goodness gave them Peace…

After facing her darkest fears, the Mama Bear’s traumas released, her wounds healed, and her power was restored… She stepped out of the cave into the Light and transformed into a magical Crow who flew West toward the setting Sun…



Photo of black bear by Skeeze on Pixabay.
Photo of crow with sunset by Kumar Harsh on Unsplash.