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author of Wild Feminine & Founder of Holistic Pelvic Care

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Rev. Liliana Barzola

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Lady Church

Click the video above to hear the lady church anthem. (created by Jeanie and Keith at makemythemesong.com)
Lady Church: Where we meditate and congregate in the most playful ways. You know I have been preaching my whole life that healing needs to be fun and accessible. Now you have an opportunity to join me, The Reverend Liliana Barzola, Sunday mornings at Lady Church. We will meet in our virtual church 4 Sundays each month for 60 minutes for $39/month (April 26th-Nov 22nd). Each church ‘service’ will be live whenever possible. Weekly services will be recorded and shared with you so you can join us live or later depending on your schedule.
This week I will be sharing a little lady church in IGTV head over there and follow me.

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Aye, Aye, Aye Choosing a Subject Title During a Pandemic…

I would like to share tidbits I have gathered, from people on the front lines. Some of the things are like: Duh, but also, Wow and YES!

Tidbit #1: During a crisis language is difficult. It’s hard to describe what is happening when the crisis is unfolding. Covid, pandemic, economy; it’s all a moving target.  

Tidbit #2: When something IS a moving target, it is even MORE important to talk about what is happening. Even if articulation is garbled; it’s worth discussing and sharing. This resonates with me so much, because I tend to not speak up until I feel “senior” to something. Well, I don’t feel “senior” to 2020 by a long shot. 

In a traumatic moment I have a 5-step plan:
1 & 2. I shut the fuck up and focus
3. I want to absorb it all, 
4. then process it and 
5. then give it language. 

But what I am learning is that I must speak now. Even if it is in spurts and disjointed.

Tidbit #3: First responders create “fall backs” for moments like these. When there is deterioration of a patient or a situation and normal protocols aren’t working sometimes you need to fall back on something to try and guide yourself through it. It’s an attempt to do good, during a bad time. My personal lesson from this is: I need to throw the rule book out and do what works for me right now. I refuse to adhere to some protocol that isn’t relevant anymore. If you have kids at home you realize you are not good at homeschooling, it’s ok. Fuck that. You aren’t doing business as usual, of course you aren’t. WTF? How can you? I can’t.

Tidbit #4 Being “believed” is important right now. For example in January my dreams were entirely about apocalyptic grocery store runs. It helped me that my friends and family believed my information at the time and helped me navigate through that fear. Because now I am able to support them as my nightmares have come to life. They believed me. I believed myself. I felt seen and heard and witnessed. I don’t care if you have to call a free crisis line to be heard, do it. If you don’t have a friend in the world you are not alone. So many of us have few to no friends. I believe you. You deserve to be believed.  Nothing makes sense right now: What is happening? There is no leadership. What you are feeling shifts moment to moment. I found myself repulsed by Ellen’s instagram videos of her in her mansion. I love Ellen, but suddenly I was like… ‘I don’t want to see your fucking mansion when so many are worried about keeping the lights on and food in their bellies.’

Now I want to speak about conspiracies to those of you in the USA: I knew that COVID was real because I had been talking to people all around the world since December and plenty of people were really, really sick. I was also having a lot of scary predictive dreams in Jan and Feb and many of you were also.  There is a ton of scary conspiracy stuff going around about COVID-19. Have you ever watched the show The Handmaid’s Tale? Do you remember how fucking dialed that regime was? Wow, they were so organized. It’s shocking how well organized they were. In this reality there is no “one” organized dark underworld. There are many different dark underworlds each with their own agenda, because they are too self-absorbed to organize and view themselves as too smart to plan. Yes, there is a big pharma agenda to make money. That sucks. Bill Gates is not a “goodness from his heart philanthropist” he is a business man baby with his own strange agenda. But all this “new” world order conspiracy stuff is bullshit. They are not going to “over take”. They already have taken over.

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We already have heaps of poverty, racism, discrimination and very little
support. We have already been living in a state of dark underworld disorganization. Disorganization that rebels against sense-making is darkness. That is currently front and center. We cannot deny it or pretend it’s all okay.  In summary, if there is no mass dark well organized regime. And there is no light worker well organized hippy machine…then what? It’s the end of the illusion of convenience and the remembering of self-sufficiency and oh yeah we are a guest of this earth. For many of you this is the moment you have been preparing for your entire life. Working on your spiritual self, learning skills, ninja style trading for services, planting gardens, desiring clean water and building systems that are sustainable. So what we need now is for the people of the earth to prevail, not the fragmented talking heads. As my wife says we have elected many, many people who cannot “do” anything. We now need to all be doing something. Cleaning and clearing and healing the planet. And each one of us (like a symphony) is needed to participate in that healing. 

-Plain and simple I am saying:
-Plant a garden
-Help a neighbor
-Take time to observe your pets or your kids and learn something
-Innovate C0-create

We are the “new world order”. The indigenous ways of living, that is what is needed; rise up and remember.
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Bri Condon

My wife stepped into a dream job that has us moving back to Portland!

This post is chock full of big changes. So grab a cup of tea and sit back.

Join me in my time-machine…about 6 years ago. I was on the balcony of my little condo overlooking the max station in Hillsboro, Oregon. I was playing with my baby girl. Suddenly, I heard a bird chirping. When I heard this chirp my brain said, “oh it’s the crosswalk sound”. My brain didn’t say, “oh what a sweet bird.” My brain assumed it was mechanical. I felt sick to my stomach that the city had fully taken me over. I felt I needed to get out of what Portland was becoming. 

Through my work, I have the honor of talking to people from all over the world. So my sense of greener grass is really mild. I don’t necessarily see that healthcare is better in Europe, because I talk with people in Europe. Or such and such state is horrible or better because of X, because I talk to people in those states. I hear real problems from real people and I get a daily dose of reality. So I asked myself, ‘where do people seem the most happy and the most unhappy?’ People who seem the MOST unhappy, I swear, they are all calling me from Florida. People who seem the most happy are calling me from Bend, Oregon. (That’s out of the big city isn’t it?) Sure people in Bend have plenty of problems, but the sunshine and the earth energy is very potent and they seem more balanced because of it.

So, I moved my family over the mountain to the sunshine far enough east and south to have the Deschutes National Forest as my backyard. This forest called me in. I live about 30 minutes south of Bend. Bendites think I’m crazy for living that far. I love it. I get to say, “I’m going to town” and that means driving to Bend.

The downside is (as a gay, hispanic woman) I live next to a lot of guns and racist assholes. I don’t always feel safe. But I really do feel strong and I love the earth here. Until this last year when they began destroying the forest behind my home for fire “safety” reasons. It was really for cash. All those trees were loaded onto big logging trucks. They left nests of brush piled as tall as a moose including the height of its antlers (my daughter’s words). They are un-burned and now really DOpresent a fire hazard. Watching them rip out my trees makes me cry and rage. I want to scream and cry at the machinery in my yard. It makes me want to rip the men from their tree killing machines and beat them. I feel strongly I am the mother of these trees. And this forest was really young and thin already. It was my baby. (So I dream even bigger of one day living on a large piece of land where they won’t take my trees. I feel like I need at least a 100 acres.)

I have lived the last 4 years in this sweet little rental in the forest. It’s the place where my marriage fell apart (thank the Goddess). Our first month in this place and my husband was yelling and screaming at me on my daughter’s birthday while I had the flu. I was fucking done. Thanks little house for bringing the truth to the surface. I laid down the first couple nights in this home, falling asleep to it’s mother like nature. Also, it was infested with spiders. I would lay there and talk to it and say, ‘house tell your spider children to stay out of my home. I don’t like them and I don’t want to kill them.’ Two days later the bugs  and spiders left. I would sit in the backyard and watch all the things, the birds, dragonflies, rabbits and soooo many millions of butterflies come here. It was like the nature channel. There’s my brain again…ha ha.   

This home is the place where my Saint Bernard was born into our family. It’s the hammock swaying in the summer that my kid turns into a swing. It’s waking up to a foot of snow on the ground every morning. It’s white Christmas. It’s the place where I fell in love with my wife before she was my wife. It’s s’mores in the fire pit. It’s the home where she built me a gorgeous farm table, in the dining room, because it couldn’t fit through the door. And when I realized it couldn’t be moved, I looked up at her and said with a little tremor in my voice, “Oh boy this really is permanent, huh?” And she laughed at me and my commitment issues. I have said unequivocally that this is my side of the mountain; my forever place.   

Meanwhile, I have driven back to Portland almost every month (sometimes twice) since I moved to these mountains. And I have slowly watch my beautiful Portland become overrun, exploited, destroyed. Let me give you an example, a few weeks back I got my truck stuck on a light pole in a Grand Central Baking parking lot. I saw the pole. I knew it was there, but somehow I didn’t realize it was THAT CLOSE. So I jumped out of my truck as crowd of onlookers gathered. I was in a great mood, despite this. How awesome, someone in this crowd would help me talk through how to negotiate getting off the light pole with as little damage to my truck as possible. I excitedly ask the crowd for help, “Hey do you think I should reverse and turn the wheel to the left and then go forward?” And they all just starred with no response, except one woman said, “oh honey you aren’t from around here are you?” I was stunned that this was her response to me asking for help. Because 10 years ago I wouldn’t have been a side-show, I would have been a neighbor (no matter the neighborhood) and someone would have helped. So I said, “No I’m not from around here” because suddenly I didn’t want to be associated with this place.   

Flash back to me being 18 years old and trying to get my car out of a tight squeeze in an underground parking lot. You know the kind. Oh and I was downtown during the rose parade. The parking attendant was shouting commands at me as my car got more and more stuck. Then he would just curse at me for listening to him in the first place. It was super intense. Suddenly, a kind black man walking by, intervened on my behalf. He started shouting at the parking attendant, “Stop yelling at her! Everything you are telling her to do is worse and you are just yelling!” I gave him a hug and I asked him would he do it for me, he looked cautiously and said, “are you sure?” I explained nothing I was doing was working. The kind stranger jumped into my car, made two driving wheel moves and got me unstuck. THAT IS THE REAL PORTLAND. I am fully committed to bringing the kindness back with me. I am fully committed to responding to, “you’re not from around here” by saying yup, “I’m old Portland, but I don’t think you are.” I am fully committed to rediscovering the kindness here.  

I am over the moon to announce that Bri has been named Executive Director of Bradley Angle!

An organization founded in 1975 aimed at supporting survivors of domestic violence through culturally specific services. She will be continuing her work as a business consultant and parent coach on Saturdays for you. This means we are relocating back to Portland which we both never thought we’d do.

But it is a great opportunity for both of us. For Bri it’s leading a team and championing an important cause. She is really skilled at navigating bureaucratic systems and helping the “good guy” win. She is unafraid of chaos. She has helped me so much personally with my trauma as a survivor that I know Bradley Angle is lucky to have her (and the Mayor of Portland thinks so too check out the video at the end of this email).

I can’t wait to be her secret weapon, helping her get funding and donations and supporting her agency so that this resource stays strong and alive. I want that for women and children everywhere! I have strong opinions. I’m feeling a little Michelle Obama-ish in this process. Because Bri’s non-profit needs help! It needs my powerhouse wife, but it also needs money. So if you wanna introduce me to your rich friends, go for it! We are currently trying to raise $18,000 through private donors to secure a match by the end of June! More on that in another email.   

For now here is what you need to know: My heart has always been with you Portland. I never thought I would return and my dream of country living is on hold for the next 10 years or so. I feel at home close to the wilderness, yet Portland has a special magic for me. No matter how pissed I am about hitting traffic at 7am, I ALWAYS leave my office after working with clients in the best mood. Portland you are my tribe; you are my people. I know there is some old Portland under the surface and I am fully committed to uncovering it. Portland is where I gave birth to Lotus Lantern Healing Arts. And you supported me even after I left. Thank you! Now I dream of more in-person sessions. I dream of teaching boat loads of in-person classes. So let’s see what unfolds. My plan is to be back in PDX by June 20th.   

Liliana’s todo list:

  • Secure housing rental, slightly out of the city with a backyard for 3 dogs √
  • Pack the Bird Feeders √
  • Find classroom space to teach in 
  • Add office time at the N. Mississippi office  

Alright, got any advice for me as I make my way back over the mountains?  

I wanna share my wife’s courage. Not only did she show up for the fundraiser at Bradley Angle before she even started working there, but she was auctioned off to a stranger, “Have dinner with the new Executive Director”!?!?! HAHA!   Oh and here she is on day three of her new gig (the video I promised): 

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Testimonials About Liliana & Her Work

Liliana’s grace and humor are infectious and encourage me to welcome each new day by looking for its new opportunities. Liliana is an amazing teacher. Working with her has encouraged me to trust my own intuitive gifts. She has also shared many effective tools for me as a practitioner.

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This work has changed my vibration and perspective. Liliana helped me tune into the protective presence of my mom and it got me through an intense week. I had no idea of all the buried roots of fear I was holding.  She is the star that guides the ship out of a storm, a mama bear of souls. I am eternally grateful.

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Liliana is a delight to work with, even when the matters we are discussing are painful. She is funny, brutally honest and holds people in the highest regard. She brings an explorative, gentle and welcoming spirit to her teachings that always leave me feeling empowered.

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