THE EPIPHANY

Or as we know it in the US 💥 January 6 💥

Kathe Izzo

painting: takuya mitani

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I began writing this on 3 Kings Day, the day of The Epiphany, & now also a day that will go down in infamy as the day we saw America in her full-on flagrant, melodramatic manifestation. I am not feigning irony but legitimately acknowledging the current performative insanity that is the United States of America. I don’t want to comment further on this today but, obviously, there will be much more time in the near future to do so.

January 6th is celebrated as 3 King’s Day, (or so beautifully) The Epiphany or Little Christmas, celebrating the day the Magi finally arrived at the manger where Jesus lay, after following a Luminous & Prophetic Star for 12 days, since the birth of the Savior (well did they know that he would be a savior?), & lay treasures at his feet. Mysteriously, this day is also celebrated as the day Christ was baptized 30 years later & also somehow the date of the Miracle of Cana where he miraculously turned water into wine, way way before wine was known as the blood of Christ.

This melee of synchronicity is felt deeply by me, the most errant Catholic & devout agent of chaos. This year, I celebrated the 12 days of Christmas by scribbling twelve prayers onto small pieces of paper, wishes for 2025, folding them up tight, keeping them in a sacred vessel & burning one a night, without reading, until there was only one prayer left, unveiled during the Amrit Vela that morning:

Ok, the gods have spoken & so it shall be.

There is A LOT of muttering around all the big social media platforms about a divestment from Meta (& other platforms, including this one with its lack of moderation on neo-fascist, racist writing). I personally love social media: as an art form, as a net thrown daily into the collective, a wondrous altar (yes truly). I started posting meme poems daily a few years ago & this way of creating, with an open hand & heart, has literally changed my life. A life that was already changed a hundred million times over, a life that was already sparkly genuinely became even more gorgeous.

And so, on this day (or a few days later) of Epiphany, I am thinking about how I connect & why I connect & how to be as transparent & clear in my social media/internet allegiances. I am a firm believer in BDS (boycott, divest & sanction). I am not perfect at it, but I think about it several times a day, as I post, as I spend money, as I crave & desire. I feel like it is important & it really is the base of mass revolution, to examine all the threads of one’s life, the dependencies on what do you call it? The Matrix. Capitalism. White Supremacy. The Patriarchy. Yes these little choices of disentangling make a difference.

A lot of friends (para social & in *real life*) have been poking me, talking about surveillance & control on social media & how to protect ourselves. I love this information & have been putting out little feelers & tentacles into alternative platforms but I also refuse to completely cave to fear without a realistic exit strategy (you can trust that you can still find me here, for the time being & on IG for the memes). I refuse to rush & I refuse to hide & I refuse to be afraid. I love being where the people are. Anddd I also love guiding & teaching. So it’s kinda a harm reduction model for now. Like stay in the forest but breathe. Stay in the vortex & pay attention. It might be the devil’s playground but like I said, I like to cast a wide net & there are many many different kinds of people in the world, beyond what we can even imagine {I am thinking of my palestinian contacts, in Gaza, who don’t have the privilege of exploring other containers). I want to be in dialogue with them.

So for now, I am (once again) exploring the sacred pause.

"In between stimulus & response there is a space, in that space lies our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth & our freedom”  Viktor Frankl

“Create a clearing in the dense forest of your life” Martha Postlewaite

One way I am creating a clearing in the dense forest of my life is a new idea I have interjected into the current Luna Ship ~ The Devotional Study Hall. It is kinda like a co-working space on Zoom {a space where people log on together to all work on individual creative or domestic/business projects, to be held accountable & not be alone).

I have been part of several co-working spaces since The Lockdown & it has greatly assisted my concentration & focus. The Devotional Study Hall is like these spaces but held in more intentional sacred manner. Usually two hours long, currently twice a week, they can be used for creative work but also can be like entering a temple, a place of contemplation, a place to practice just being, a place to be in prayer, whatever that means to you. In this Devotional space (of my own creation lol) I feel enclosed in a beautiful iridescent gold dome. Everything feels fed. Infused. I begin & end with a prayer. There is some sharing, mostly in the chat so people who are in deep space are not disturbed. There are also some soundtrack & meditation/writing ideas if people need, but it is really up to you.

I am loving this so much & I am thinking of continuing after this Lunar Cycle & experimenting with different structures. Soooooooo . . . if you are interested, drop me message below & I will put you in my wish list incubator & let you know (soon!) what is coming.

I love you all. May you have many Epiphanies. Do not be afraid.

Let’s stay together xo Kathe