The Highway Shaman Wisdom Reading 

for June 9, 2020


Celebration takes a different form when isolated and alone, with no other person to raise a glass with. So I can toast to myself. The Resurrection card correctly illustrates my singular celebration, the letting go of the political right and left perspective, judgment, and moving into a greater sense of Self love. The Six of Fire talks about renewed trust “that I am contributing to the highest good of all in my own unique way.” This is indeed worthy of celebration. My essay for today is titled, “God is a Green Frog, Too.”




The Elements Tarot: 

RESURRECTION: Dissolution of current experience of reality. Quantum leap in consciousness. Complete realignment of the spiritual self. Initiation. 

REVERSED: The dark night of the soul. Despair. The point of greatest resistance before total trans formation.

Osho Zen Tarot:  Ten of Rainbows


Life has been given to you to create, and to rejoice, and to celebrate. When you cry and weep, when you are miserable, you are alone. When you celebrate, the whole existence participates with you. Only in celebration do we meet the ultimate, the eternal. Only in celebration do we go beyond the circle of birth and death. 

“When we recognize the common source of our humanity, the common origins of our dreams and longings, our hopes and fears, we are able to see that we are all joined together in the great miracle of existence. When we can combine our tremendous inner wealth to create a treasure of love and wisdom that is available to all, we are linked together in the exquisite pattern of eternal existence.”

The Good Tarot:

SIX OF FIRE   Stepping into the limelight, being an enlightened influencer.

“I generously model my transformation so that others might be inspired. I put my light atop a hill so it can shine forth, helping others to find their way. I remain aware of shadows and people who have trouble basking in the warm light of higher awareness. I bless them but do not dim my own beacon. It’s time to renew my trust that I am contributing to the highest good of all in my own unique way.”



I once had a green ceramic frog guarding my fish pond. (I once had a fish pond) I placed it right there for everyone to see, but nobody ever paid one bit of attention to it.

Things have whatever meaning we give them. 

I imagined this little frog was God watching over me, protecting me and my house. I’m free to think that, you know . . . give it whatever meaning I choose.

The frog was simply the God of my choice. I could have chosen a little cat to guard my fish, to guard me. Or more sacrosanctity, the reclining Buddha, who seemed to so content contemplate the gold fish. Or the gentle fall of the water, a constant blessing. If I looked to the front’s right or to its left, I would easily have found another perfectly formed something or other, and given it a lofty title; elevate it to a God. God the ceramic cat, or God the plastic Jesus, or God the cement Buddha, or whatever the hell I had chosen God to be. 

I guess I’m saying God is all inclusive. 

God is the flowers and the flower pot, the soil and the water. God is the porch, the stepping stones, my house and the plants around it; the neighbor’s house, their plants and street trees and the land its all on. God is the sky, the clouds and the rain; the moon, the sun and every star in the night sky. God is my Apple laptop and my arms and fingers and the keys. God is singing though my speakers. God is every little thing I want to focus my attention on. God is the air that I’m breathing, my inhale and exhale. 

God is what distracts me, what causes me to focus; my first word and last word and everything in between. God is thinking these thoughts, dreaming my dreams and, of course, is the love which permeates all creation. God was my little ceramic frog on my front porch croaking. God is you reading this. 

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