Tu Bishvat, the Jewish ‘Birthday’ of the Trees is here.

That means that the sap fluid within the trees is starting to flow - spring is coming….

It's been a few weeks since my last post, and a lot has happened since our last interaction. Based on feedback I received, I've realized that I need to make some changes to better benefit both of us.

I received comments such as:

"Not sure where it's going, but I love it."

"Is it okay with the community?" (referring to the psychedelic facilitators community I trained with)

"The posts are great, but not every day - it's too much."

I've also had offers to connect with show producers to bring my story to the screen. So, I took a few weeks to determine who's running this writing show - someone or nobody.

I still struggle with people-pleasing and protecting others and myself, more out of (somebody’s) fear and survival than (nobody’s) truth and healing.

Last week, I did a 7-day water fast to heal my knee and shoulder injuries, and during that time, I gained a lot of clarity.

The fast showed me my relationship to fear, survival, and numbing myself.

I've decided to publish my book as a serialized memoir here on Substack. This means that I'll post a new chapter once a week, from start to finish, rather than just sharing stories randomly. This will make it easier for readers and potential creative partners to work together.

I'm currently taking a serialization course

The first chapter will be posted in February.

Regarding the question of whether it's okay with the psychedelic facilitators community, the answer has been a surprising and resounding yes. While there will always be naysayers, I've received personal encouragement (from the community) in the short time I've been sharing.

Whether that support continues doesn't really matter.

What matters is my intention - to support people in their own processing & overcoming guilt, shame and colossal mistakes (the autocorrect), ultimately navigating from guilt to shine, and guilt to gelt 😜.

Whatever happens next will serve this purpose alone.

Thank you for being here.

Love, Oriya.