I refuse to give up on humanity, the goodness that it is, and the goodness it can be.
Anjana discusses her upcoming Journey To Esoterica tour and the embarkation of her journey as a seer, scribe, and siren without walls.
Yesterday, I watched Frida Kahlo paint a masterpiece. Tomorrow, I will be born. My mother died before I was a woman. My son is my father. My hair grows upwards. My fears root themselves in my feet And my cycles are counter clockwise to the moon. I can’t please you, you’re just a pile of…
We will no longer live in an amorphous purgatory to make others comfortable for the fearsome power we possess.
Through fire and brimstone, birth and death, I discover my personal holy trinity.