hi, my name is josephine-leigh stevens-minuta. i do not claim to know anything!

i am not some hot-shot expert. i did not pursue conventional academic pathways—i barely graduated high school—in spryfield1. my knowledge is experiential, intuitive, self-directed and experimental.

i am unemployed, penniless, and live with someone else’s mom.

i have been far too preoccupied with what i can only describe as a sexy, exciting and very ordinary timeline rupture?? to write much of anything the past few of sexy weeks.

here are some highlights:

• why not start with late may-early june: rapid-onset intolerance to wheat and milk.

i self-identify as a pastry fiend, a breadbitch. but now, anything with conventional flour, gluten or moderate-high levels of lactose is BARFtown, VOMITville with full-blown allergy symptoms.

i REALLY miss my “A2” organic grassfed whole milk 😢☹️😫 (raw milk is “illegal” in canada… cucked dairy cartel MFs SO boring 🙄 i can’t access it in my city, yet.)

anyway this was the reason why i was hitting the THC so hard and dealing with the subsequent withdrawal—it was the only medicine besides ginger and salt that was helping me with the debilitating nausea, pain and food rejection of these touch-and-go weeks.

this would lead to an overall larger, more comprehensive and truly fabulous “purge”!

• june 10th—my 34th birthday. i believe i felt good enough to stomach a few spoons of vegan chocolate cupcake ice cream. the pint is still not finished, i can’t believe it…

i definitely played Earthbound (until somebody’s explosive tail-wagging snagged my mini-SNES controller from the console and crashed my game before saving…), a birthday season tradition for me.

• i seemed to enjoy june 11th as well. what is “feeling”, anyway? who is feeling? who is observing the feeler?

• on june 14th, Dr. Bum2 turned 5-years-old!!! and its true, my hair seemed to start growing faster, smoother… very sexy. the hair-cutting demons have finally abandoned me.

i don’t think i could explain to you what “seeping in the ‘now’ (of it all(?!))” is about, if it doesn’t explain itself.

this was around the time language revealed itself to me as both a trap, a thief and a dancer.

• blahblahblah bored of talking about THC withdrawal, WHO CARES!!!!! it’s over now. though, interestingly—at some point my entire ass froze from the inside out, from the high-dose edibles i was taking for pain and nausea relief.

and that led to a big, fat “somatic awakening”, in where i am continuing the glorious process of releasing ancient tension and fascial adhesions.

my body seemed to reveal a very obvious roadmap for my life, all at once, but fragmented and hazy as well, of course. i’ve been picking up the pieces and rolling around on the floor ever since.

• the intuitive bodywork experimentation continues, and it has been exquisite—as well as painful and intense. it is bringing up every residual emotion and trauma-story, most i wasn’t conscious of.

i have been spending 2–5 hours a day on my yoga mat, laughing, crying and wincing, engaged in spirit-led block therapy3 and massage ball work.

unhindered mobility… emotional sovereignty… effervescent & free. now that fucks. i feel ecstatic. and bored. and frustrated. and limitless.

• i discovered resin water, for ingesting and anointments… more on that in the future4.

i had NO idea you could chew frankincense and drink myrhh, and it’s making me absolutely glow.

enough of this. there is so much work to do.