emelise angel justice

introducing: sonic seance sessions 💧 ♾️ 🪞 no better time than Taurus season to launch this regenerative container. an offering to the divine, invitation to drift along felt sense, ode to the alchemical effects of immersive sound. come one, come all, come as you are. all sessions donation based, all embodiments welcome. suggested materials include but are not limited to a mat/ blanket/ pillow for your comfort, hydration supplies, journal, any subterranean feelings + past selves asking for tenderness. rooted in exploration and intuitive resonance. meditate, rest, daydream, unfurl. sessions begin with a brief somatic check in and melt into an hour of space to just be. soundscapes provided by ever entrancing downtuned (432hz A for my music nerds) black quartz crystal singing bowls, elemental koshi chimes, channeled lullaby, jawharp, and a few other bells & whistles depending on the day. 🦇 beginning MAY 2ND, sonic seance sessions officially debut @gpacindyparks , every first Saturday at 11am. this one falls near a full moon in Scorpio- she will be juicy. sending a gushy forehead kiss to the GPAC team for letting me begin this journey at such a sacred community epicenter. ⛲️ the following weekend, MAY 9TH, we begin second Saturday sessions at the foot of an oak tree. 11am at great oak commons (Victorian fountain park, as i call it), located in the heart of the old northside neighborhood. a devotional sonic collaboration with whatever animal + spirit fellows choose to grace our surroundings and love letter to the park that has held so many of my breakdown to breakthrough moments over the past few years. date/ time weather dependent and will be reposted monthly, just in case. with all my heart i so look forward to serenading you. see you soon.

when the light hits your eyes (i feel new roots growing deeper)

just a wee disembodied voice here unveiling a few (RECENT!) creative explorations on a (less soul sucking) digital platform (hey, Substack!), may they light your fire and/or throw a blanket over your weary body. link in bio. 🫧

Piscean seas me, i shall love you in all your forms an archival indulgence and moment of fondness, memory’s dog eared page so tender was it written a day of otherworldly play and elemental embrace [mid september of 2024 on the beach in chicago, i remember falling in the lake trying to capture the perfect angle and dropped the digi cam in the water, oh how we laughed], shared on this cosmic holiday [the solar return of @vampireal , 02.22] today it snows and we are not those people we were on that day but they live in our hearts, always, as do all the moments of love and ache and stretching into new bodies

the portalesque call of the great beyond (lies within) astro-aural eminence of the symphonic gong melds with the cellularly clarifying vibrations of black quartz crystal sound bowls just a soundbite of what is to unfold on February 17th at Altar Hibernal (the first of many collaborations between @melissajustice73 and i) 6:30-8:30pm. energy work, sonic immersion (cello, chimes, sound bowls, gong, and a few other surprises), meditation and gentle somatic cleansing. let yourself ooze into the lunar new year, from snakeskin into equestrian fire. tickets available for purchase on the @rebelheartsmovement website on sale for $22 for a limited window 🪟

still alive [but more on that later] reintroducing myself. emelise angel justice. emelise: a reckoning between past and present, birth and unfurling. angel: after my dear soul mother (my grandmother Nani in this life), an earth angel i will forever aspire to emulate, Arlene Angel. justice, a responsibility, reminder, and alchemical calling i carry and cherish with reverence and a name inherited through lineage. the last month has found me cocooned and at times suffocated by the crystalline, razor sharp skin of the snake’s tail, my body covered in flesh wounds, my heart laden with loss and mouth salivating with the taste of possibility. it is here that i am meeting myself more deeply. learning to discern between the voice of truth and that of illusion. listening when the shadows and skeletons begin whispering rather than waiting until their clanging is all i can hear. laying down my doubts, reservations, fears at the foot of the oldest tree i can find and watering her with my tears. thank you, year of the wood snake, for every lesson, painful shredding of the umbilical cord as some of them have been. and tenderness to every self across every timeline that gave it their all, scattered themselves too thin, tried to be everything for everyone when their cells beckoned for rest, followed their heart on blind impulse only to be left feeling empty handed and alone, only wanting to see the rose colored hues in everyone i’ve ever loved when reality churned dirt stained and bloody under my feet, and choosing to start over again and again even when it means letting go of everything i’ve ever known and thought i wanted. setting down the expectations of others. placing every label, role, definition, inkling of self judgment on the sacrificial altar. we call every self home now. we thank and release. we keep on loving.

[a snippet of] a sunday evening seance and sonic offering 9:24pm on dia de los muertos, at the heels of samhain, on the tongue of a full moon during the season of remembrance, death, and subterranean excavation, i had the honor of cello channeling for the spirits of the former indiana state sanatorium. spirit led me here and i trusted the ethers to protect me, and that they did. to speak to and honor a space where so much tangible violence, suffering, and loss occurred [in which so many physical and energetic remnants still linger] and be received with such warmth was humbling and reverent beyond words. i didn’t know this was the reason for my being pulled here until three days prior, and upon walking into the chapel space of the former tuberculosis hospital became immediately aware of the alchemical container i had stepped into. i channeled to provide a moment of solace and witnessing in a world of insurmountable pain. pain of those passed, those present, those inevitably future. pain of those neglected by systemic forces time and time again, at home and across oceans. spirit told me what they wanted to hear and so i offered as best i could, fingers nearly numb and heart beating fast as the room shifted from freezing to that of a soft spring morning, entities moving and whispering behind me. by the time i finished, my body was flushed with life and heat. i am still digesting and likely will be for a while. the gratitude i have for the peripheral beings living and passed who received me, protected me, held me in buoyancy through this experience extends beyond the capacity of language, as does the deep wellspring of love i have for my partner who witnesses and holds me in all my strangeness throughout. i love you, my heart @marcothemaker_ . special thank you to @erbooher for the gift of this opportunity and your affinity for the gristle of life [and wanting to spend a birthday celebration this way], as well as @ithinkhesondrugs who acted as our guide and grounding force. the opening of a sacred door. thank you. for those interested in the full audio, i will be processing and publishing in the coming week.

love notes to samahin 🪞🫙🩸🦢 steeping in ancestry, reverence for and the cyclically of life and death, grief and the dirt under my fingernails, excavation, spirit speak, chosen family, raw humanity in all its forms, presence through and through supermoon and the arpeggios of scorpio season

growing into new shells [another 5:55]

just a few raindrops on the window

skin bones blood tears bandaid bullet wound, a wave of life and death at once [it’s time to move slowly]

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