Read for free on Substack! From Susan’s Journal on July 6, 2022 This afternoon I set out to get some juice for my sister and I. She isn’t feeling well and I found a great place that makes the best juicer-juice. Nothing but the veggies! It would be a supportive boost for both of our immune systems - hers for healing and mine for guarding. I’m visiting her and her husband in Montana; a beautiful area with a majestic sandstone rim that runs the length of their valley. After the acquisition of juice and sundry items, I was heading back to her house when Spirit told me instead to turn left and keep going. This skirted me along the base of the rim for the better part of the valley. Eighty million years ago this was the shore of the Western Interior Seaway from Mexico to the Arctic North. Now it’s a pretty view. I was then guided to a road that permitted me to pop up top of the rim, and I drove back the other way viewing the vista from that vantage point. What a sight! I felt like Spiri...

    Read more in Substack! As a teacher, I think there is no greater complement than for one of my students to move on because they have outgrown me. Isn’t that the point? Doesn’t that mean I have done my job well? Read more on Substack! See the “Coffee as Guru” series: Susan Rambles: I Have Outgrown My Guru - As One Ought Susan Rambles: Don’t Shock the Shot! - As with Espresso, it’s Best to Ease into Change Susan Rambles: Do Not Fear The Doppio - Incremental Steps Susan Rambles: One Drink at a Time - A Pearl from this Barista Susan Rambles: Like Water for Caramel Sauce - Infused with Kindness and Love Susan’ Rambles: The T-Shirt of the Future - This is What New Earth Looks Like Susan Rambles: Learning to Make a Latte with Love - Community Building Subscription on Substack With a free subscription you receive a post every Friday (spam-free & ad-free). And for $8 a month you receive an additional post every Sunday. All posts are from the following categories: Free Lives Eve...

  Read for free on Substack! I’m talking about the people who can’t or won’t treat others with kindness and respect while we attempt to do our human dance here on this planet. I keep thinking that they can all go to Asshole Island and be there together. It’s the best of all karmic outcomes - to deal exclusively with assholes when one is, indeed, an asshole. One might assume that we would be curious of outcomes as they unfold on the island except, it is not our drama and we no longer care. Will those of us left behind live a conflict-free life? Of course not. But we will manage our conflict with clear, consistent, truthful communication and critical thinking skills. We will rejoice in diversity and embrace helpful change. Treating each other with love and human decency will be so second nature to us that we simply forget there was ever a world where assholery reigned. And then I realized we don’t have to send them to Asshole Island. They are already there. It simply behooves us not ...

  Read more in Substack! But the message was different this morning as I intended only a quick check in to see how everything was going down there. This time Mother called to me. READ MORE ON SUBSTACK! See posts about and from Spiritual Creatures: Dragons - Susan Channels: A Message from the Dragons - We are Here to Help Fire Horse - Susan Rambles: Fire In Earth - She has Asked for the Purge and Fire has Consented To Do it for Her Great Sphinx of Giza - 8/14/26 Substack Live Q&A: We are Galactic Citizens Phoenix - Susan Rambles: The Phoenix Arises - Mother Earth and Fire have been dancing the dance of inner purge this week See posts about the energy of Fire: Susan Rambles: Fire In Earth - She has Asked for the Purge and Fire has Consented To Do it for Her 8/7/26 Substack Live Q&A: We are in the Year of the Fire Horse and the World is on Fire 7/24/26 Substack Live Q&A: Talk to Fire and Summer, Two Intelligent Energies Susan Talks: An invitation from Fire - What Can On...

Read for free on Substack! It called to me as I stood in the open area between the old granary and the barn. A nondescript stone that could easily fit in the palm of my hand. It told me that it had been there from the beginning, had witnessed it all. This is my first trip back to the family homestead in over 10 years. A most perfect niche of nature’s creation situated to give an unencumbered view of the Grand Tetons from the Idaho side. Juxtaposed with this grandeur are my hellacious memories of this place which encompassed some of the sexual abuse I endured in my childhood. During that absent decade, I had endeavored to heal: Heavy-duty weekly psychotherapy sessions, energy healing, and creating a safer existence for myself. This ongoing journey has at last brought me to some clarity and inner peace. But to return to the farm? Never! But my inner wise voice told me that in order to complete my healing in regard to this matter, I would need to go back and face my final wall of fear. My...