Jennifer Luna Posada

December, 2025

And then one crisp evening the stars finally fell, and hovered around her like fireflies…

The moment for abundance has arisen…are you ready?

Finally, just when all may seem dark and lost in the world, a wave of goodness and abundance comes, and all you need to do to receive it is prepare the way…

2026 is a year of flow finally returning, like a spring that seemed dried up suddenly bursting forth with life again, and bringing on it so many of the expedited healing and blessings we have been looking for.  Finally, things are coming back together, and it’s as if just when you thought your wishes and prayers hadn’t been heard, there it all is waiting for you and there is even a bow on top.  It might feel like too much to take, even if you’ve wanted it, and that is why we can use the time leading up to and passing through the solstice and new year to prepare for it.

When we’ve been on such a long journey, even a homecoming can feel daunting, intense or overwhelming.  Will we be a different person?  Will we be received?  Yes, you will be.  You will feel you are coming back to a deeper home than you even knew you could feel, and you will finally enjoy more of the fruits of years of labor, and be seen for the more authentic and essential self that is ready to radiate from you.  And it doesn’t have to happen overnight.  It can happen one step at a time, as the heavy layers fall from you and you remember what it’s like to be light.

There will be relief, retribution, release, and accelerated healing and heightened magnetism this year.  Are you ready to draw more of your deepest beauty to yourself?  Do you know what kind of abundance you want?

Many people would like to draw in more money abundance, and I celebrate that profoundly.  The redistribution of funds and resources on the planet to those who make choices out of generosity and love is one of the most powerful things that can happen in our lifetimes.  It is okay to want financial abundance…it is blessed.

It’s time for money to return to being more connected to the feminine.  In fact, a great deal of the abundance that marks this coming year has to do with a stronger inflow of feminine energy to our world.  Like the Goddess Innana or Persephone returning from the Underworld, it is a time of renewal and spring.

What do you want your spring to look and feel like?…

More softness, warmth and plenty can abound again…this is a time long foretold for a resurgence and reemergence of the feminine, for all genders.  And she is also fire.  For, all of this wonderful news doesn’t mean there won’t be hardship in the world, or in our lives, but we will have such powerful resources to draw on and that is exactly what is needed.  That is how we will also be shown an abundance of our power, and our ability to make truly loving and potent change in this world.  This is how we will know our gifts as never before, and finally be able to experience and give them in the ways we dreamed of long before we had any names for them…when we were little and it was just play.

There are many kinds of abundance, almost infinite ways to experience it.  Beyond money, or along with money, you may wish for an abundance of purpose, or friendship, or love.  You may wish for an abundance of intuitive insight, creative inspiration, or time.

“I am rich in kisses,” I said to a friend some months ago.  Something I most love to be rich in.  What do you love to be rich in?

Before a re-emergence, there must be a safe place to rest and reinvent yourself, and to be able to deeply release and let go.  First, we need an exhale.  In the ancient traditions I teach about of the nymphs and sibyls, these were the sacred “cave times”.  This was the most important part of rebirth…the chance to be in a womb-like space again where we could regenerate.  Doing this puts us in the best position to receive this wave of abundance and support.  This is where we could heal, feel safe, and go within to surrender and eventually find new vision.

Right now, for the rest of December and the beginning of January, is an excellent time to do this inner rest and cocooning time.  Yes, even if you have a lot going on and maybe travel or events for the holidays.  In those cases it might be the extra time you steal away for a cup of tea alone to write, or pulling the blanket all the way up over your head in bed for ten or fifteen extra minutes before bed or first thing in the morning.  It might be permission to say no to something that you realize is actually optional and not something you really want to do.  It may mean a long bath by candlelight instead.

When I was little I loved to curl up in closets with a blanket where I could feel totally on my own.  That is the feeling we may need right now.

I have been having a lot of beautiful memories of “cave time” from the ancient past as I prepare to teach my upcoming course The Blind Oracle’s Path: Surrendering to Trust at this perfect moment for it.  What has struck me most, and almost brings tears to my eyes as I write this, is how much we looked forward to the cave time because of the lusciousness of the cave…

We don’t usually think of caves as being luscious…they may seem cold and hard.  Oh, but the warmth and softness of the caves we once knew…lined with soft moss and with air nearly like gentle steam.  You could surrender everything.  No more pressure, no more striving, no more trying to mask any losses or pain.  There was just you, perfect exactly as you were, stepping into a space where you could let everything go.

Your muscles could release, your thoughts could release, your heart could release, there was no list of things to do or accomplish.  You were finished truly with one chapter, and opening space in your being for another.  There was permission to let things fall as they may, and trust…and trusting felt easier because you felt safe, and held, and loved, and lush.

Lushness sometimes begins in the dark.  And in the letting go…

Then, and only then when you had rested in that lushness, new vision would come…new resources and energy…and you’d be ready…

You didn’t have to search for the feminine.  She found you.  Maybe broken, but open.  And she could reach you even more deeply, heal you even more deeply, bless you even more fully and inspire you even more richly because of it.

I know it doesn’t seem as magical.  But I promise the chance to melt open in a bath or “hide” under the covers can truly be a balm for the soul.  What are your other favorite ways to let go?  A sauna?  A massage if that’s accessible?  Laying in tall grass or under a tree?   A gentle yoga class in a warm room?

I am deep inside your thirst and hunger.  There is no escaping me.

~ Rumi (and perhaps the divine feminine)

One of the most special things you may find in the “cave” is your next deep calling or callings…your hunger and your thirst, the most holy passion that will drive you forward into the lushness of your being and the next era of your grand journey in this life…

I’ll see you in the cave, love.  And in the more lush life beyond…

With all the magic in my heart,

Jennifer

Excerpted from my piece You Are the Chosen One ~ Wednesday, September 14th, 2011

Even when I was a little girl I couldn’t fall asleep for a long time after I went to bed.  I could hear the heavy sleep breathing of my family members in their rooms, but I lay wide awake in the night and thought about things, and stared into the darkness and at the dim outlines of objects around me.  Most nights I would go and sit in my little wicker rocking chair, tucked inside the curtains of my large windows, and watch the world outside.  There wasn’t much to see but some trees, and the lit streets, and other townhouses across the way.  I sat there so many times, and thought about how I would tell the world what I knew…

About 27 or so years later I have been able to do just that.  It is my life’s work and joy.  When I took a group of people to Delphi, in Greece, and we remembered together as Oracles there, I felt the shift deep inside me…I felt that a mission that I started as a soul so many ages ago had completed.  I had helped bring back the remembering enough that I could let go.  I had done what my soul promised to itself that it would.  It was wildly liberating and the joy and celebration of it is so vast that I will have to engage it for a very long time to come, but really it was only the beginning…

I recently spoke for about 250 people at a training workshop for sound healers and it was such a rewarding experience. While I was at the event, I went out to dinner with several women who had taken my courses and we all had the most wonderful time…finding a place to eat, ordering lots of new things to try, laughing, and even welling up with tears sometimes talking about the Nymphs, Self-Love, Sexuality and so much more.  One woman left earlier than the others, and then, when we realized it was time to get back for the evening program, two others scooted ahead and disappeared into the parking lot.  It was just Samantha, Deborah and I left and we walked slowly, savoring each moment.

We talked about the joy of the Nymph Course which we had all been a part of, and as we did you could feel the bliss filling our bodies, and our faces lit up and the next thing you knew we were hugging, the three of us, long and deeply in middle of the vast parking lot of the mall.  “If we can be nymphs together here like this,” I said, “We can be nymphs anywhere!”  And we all agreed, and laughed.

As we walked Samantha talked about how special it was that she could connect with me in person and feel me like a friend after all that my teachings had meant to her.  She talked about how she was constantly becoming more and more aware of being gentle with herself, but how it was still hard to feel so much.  We each understood, and as she described what it had been like we could relate to how hard it was, and yet in sharing it we all seemed to be at the same time brimming with joy, and even giggling with shared knowing of what it was like at some moments.  And then Samantha said, “All I know is that 2012 better be good!” and we all burst out with laughter.  Through laughter she added, “But my astrologer friend told me that it is just going to get more intense!”  And somehow this struck us all as hilarious and every word that came next out of each of our mouths made everything only funnier and funnier, and by the time the little blue person showed at the crosswalk on the sign letting us know we could walk again, it seemed like an eternity had passed and all my abdominal muscles were deliciously sore from laughing.

We kept walking toward the hotel and Samantha said, “I always want to share about you and your work with all of my friends, but then some of them are like, ‘Well, so are you channeling and having visions all the time then?’ and I can’t decide…”  I finished for her, knowing how much more there was to it, “Whether to tell them everything?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“I don’t know how to tell them that it isn’t just about intuition or visions, that I have learned to love myself exactly as I am.  That I have learned how to have a wonderful hot bath at the end of the day…That I have learned to feel bliss in my body…”

“Any one of those things is life changing in itself!” Deborah replied.

And we all agreed that that was really what it was all about.  That so few people, still, knew that true power of loving who you are…being not only okay with who you are but really loving yourself…being gentle with and true to yourself.  Our words began to overlap, chiming along on the same wavelength like a song as we strolled into the hotel, not missing a beat.

As we neared the crowd of people getting ready to enter the evening event we drew in even closer to one another as we walked, and our voices naturally got lower so we could be heard just by one another, and as we did we became more and more interwoven in our speaking, finishing one another’s sentences and replying with delighted sounds of knowing, and yet never missing a single, perfect, juicy, soul-quenching word another said.

“It’s like this forever gift,” Deborah said as we drew near to the doorway into the ballroom where the event was held and came to a stop, standing close, and her eyes became moist and then all of our eyes were moist, “And nothing is ever the same after you love yourself this way.  After you have known this pure love.  And it’s like for the rest of my life I will always know because of the courses we’ve shared, deep inside of me, that there are others out there, other women who know…who know this joy…”

And it was almost as if when she said the word joy we were each saying it…we had each arrived at that moment and that encompassing, culminating word together and all the layers of meaning it held.  For we all would always know, whatever else happened in life, that joy, and that out there there were these other Oracles…these other Nymphs and Sibyls and Priestesses…who knew it too…who had it awakened in their hearts too.

Our arms were intertwined as we stood there, without ever having consciously intended the movement, and we looked into each other’s tear-filled, joyous eyes for just another moment of pure knowing…of pure understanding.  And then, as if synchronized in a perfect choreography that never needed to be practiced, we stepped away and I could hear the whoosh of our priestess robes spinning around our ankles as we turned and parted ways like streams separating from the ocean, and entered into the throng of people around us and into the room to find our seats.

And as I sat down my heart was so full I felt that it would soon burst and the energy flowed off of me in waves that surely rocked the entire cosmos, and I remembered, with a tremble deep in my soul, all the times we had done that before.  All the times we who remembered had met during the Great Forgetting, and shared our tears and words of joy and knowing, and then deftly pulled our hoods over our heads and moved back into the night, moved back into the world and the different places where we would do our work, perhaps without that shared understanding or sisterhood for some time again.  We knew just how to connect for that nourishment, and just how to step away and go back to doing what we needed to among the rest in the world that still did not remember or share that knowing.  And though the Great Remembering has begun, and we are coming together more and more as we once did, it is not in full swing yet, and we still part ways in the night to take our remembering to others.  It’s just that now, more and more, we now know and remember that we are not alone.

The sign of that one sweet shared moment, in person, in bodies, with other sisters who remember, shuddered through me and rubbed a sweet balm deep into my soul.  The sign did not go unnoticed.

During the sound meditation that night I went deep into a vision where I met with a very ancient Sibyl.  The Sibyls were Prophetesses who sang their prophecies, the daughters of Nymphs and human men, they were part human and part magical creature and lived for hundreds of years.  They were powerful women who were born unable to speak anything but their truth, and often lived, for that reason, in communities of their own kind near the springs and caves their Nymph mothers had, where they could most feel the ecstatic energy of the Earth Mother Gaia, and sing her…their own…song.

In my vision the Sibyl reached out her hand in the darkness in which I could just barely make out her form.  Her hand was more bone than flesh, but I was not afraid and took it in mine.  She carried me deep into a memory of being far down a tunnel into the earth as a Sibyl myself, in a chamber that was so dark and silent that it simulated death.  I remembered how, as Sibyls, we would seek these dark places at the edge of life and the threshold of death.  It was not only because that made one fearless about death itself, and even oblivion, but because we knew that some of the most potent possible power and potential existed in this state…in being able to walk right up to the place where you might be breathing or not, your heart might be pounding still, or not, and where the line between being in a body or not blurred.  To be in this place with no fear opened up all the heavens and all of the true powers of being.  I felt myself move in and out of the place of death as I had the vision, and as I had so many times before, and just as before I was not afraid.  It was home.  It was truth.  It was real power, and love.

Next I saw myself, in my Sibyl form, more ancient than the oceans, perched in a tower above the sea, cupping my hands around the small flickering flame of remembering in the windy storms of the forgetting.  I knew it was time for this part of me too to let go.  Another layer of releasing my primordial soul mission could occur, and with it I could finally rest at a deeper level.  I knew then that it was part of the place that I still held on in my body, the way we strive to keep our eyes wide when we are sleepy while driving.  I knew that this was yet another part of the incredible stiffness I had to experience in my body during my recent process with extreme adrenal fatigue.  It was brought on by a lifetime of food sensitivities and other underlying health issues, but I always knew that the deeper reason for my process with it was that I could finally let myself experience the exhaustion of the long mission I had been on without stopping to rest.

Now, in this life, I can rest.  It is done.  There is only the unfolding now.  Now I can feel the ache of having cupped my fingers around that flame and arched my back awkwardly while leaning for eons over a whisper of hope that contained all the truth of the universe, and all of its love.  I was not the only one who did this.  And it is not a whisper anymore.  It is loud.  It is your voice, and mine.  It is a song you can hear, even if still softly playing, everywhere in the world again, and its volume will only grow until every soul can hear the song of their own heart, strong and soft and potent beyond all measure, all the time once more.

Love,  Jennifer

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