A well lived life-the passing of a great Priestess


One hell of a priestess died yesterday. Jody Levy was nothing less than a powerhouse. Her intensity, magnetism, passion, and heart were all super-sized, and she will now be working her deep, potent mojo from the other side. She had her shadows, as we all do, and one of her struggles was feeling like she had bypassed some of her potentials in this lifetime. She was brilliant, and I wonder how much the cultural programing of fame and wealth being the signs of success drove her Spiritual Tyrant (as she called it) to disregard her huge impact on others. She was a Mystic and a visionary, a leader who inspired many, many people. She had a delightful full-body laugh bordering on a cackle and could make an incredible pot of soup. She carried poetry in her bones, and could read your Tarot cards compassionately, articulating your greatest gifts and challenges. She was an ancient Temple Priestess in an era when most remain hidden from the larger collective.

Photo by Jim Carey

Photo by Jim Carey

We all have our dances with the dark, and as I sit with my own struggles around earthly recognition and value I want to ask you if you were to die tomorrow are you satisfied with your life. What are your criteria for a successful life, and if your thoughts are leaning toward feeling inadequate, do you/we need a new scale? We all live with crippling cultural trances that invalidate our true powers and releasing inherited spells frees us for new measures of worth.

Photo by Sharon Rings

Photo by Sharon Rings

Rock on beloved bad-ass sister as you become the light and the dark again in your new/timeless assignments. I dreamed of your wild beauty this morning and knew you had transitioned, save a spot on your dance card for when I return home.

Oracle of Initiation

Oracle of Initiation

I pulled two Oracle of Initiation cards for her, no surprises here.

66. Infinity reversed and 35. Receiving with the guardian White Painted Woman. She is the Apache creation deity, also known as Changing Woman to the Diné/Navajo.  She is the embodiment of the earth and the seasons, and when she needs rejuvenation she walks east towards the horizon merging with the sun to be reborn again. Blessing on merging with your shadows with your light to truly receive your brilliance, dancing along those rainbow infinities conjuring new, sustainable stories to guide us all.


A fellow dancing ceremonialist wrote this poem about Jody. It says it all. Thanks Virginia Carhart Haedt.

 A Selfish Poem about Jody

This morning
there is one less woman
to welcome me into the sisterhood of age.

one less grown up
to lock eyes with
when I have moved from rage to laughter

one less guardian at the temple gates

one less rattle, one less tambourine, one less gypsy

one less soft bosom and one less reassuring voice

one less intimate Witness of God

Only you could call in
The Divine Present
on my wedding day!

others could call to the Gods of our ancestors
well enough

But the Beloved recognized your voice
and so accepted the invitation
and is still accepting it
Seven years later

Our relationship Jody Levy
came in nods and gestures
souls recognizing each other
in struggle and in bliss
across battlefields of striving
and oceans of acceptance.

In another story, we are the old Jewish ladies together
clucking our tongues
but lighting the candles
helping each other and everyone else
figure this shit out
DNA, baby…


Allow me my overwhelmingly selfish tears
for the woman who is no longer
The Embodied Light Priestess of Go For It
downloading Ancient Star Being Geometry
translating it patiently for us mortals
with her colored pencils
and gold pens
to hang on our fucking refrigerators
her passionate poet’s voice
enough hopeful years ahead of me on the path
to clue me in, someday
when we had time to talk about

Allow me to grieve for the wisdom, for the Crone!

Do not fill that space yet with others, for I know their names as well as you do

let me long for HER
let me feel
the exquisite emptiness
that was her unique

dark crow on the dance floor
as well as dove in the rafters

and in that emptiness, when it hurts enough

I will
listen more closely
to the whispers

more deeply
into the fire

dance harder

while I can

love all of you more deeply
love all of me more fiercely
yearn for God more publicly

open up
my own throat
and song

open up
my own throat
and song

– for Jody Levy




  9 comments for “A well lived life-the passing of a great Priestess

  1. September 15, 2015 at 3:54 pm

    YES. Such a force.


  2. September 15, 2015 at 3:54 pm

    Kylin, you are a very fortunate person to have had such a unique woman in your family. I send you love for how her life will lead your own.


  3. dgree
    September 15, 2015 at 12:41 pm

    Absolutely stunning, just hike HER.


  4. Kylin
    September 14, 2015 at 3:27 am

    Thank you for your kind words about my Aunt. It was beautiful!


  5. September 14, 2015 at 3:04 am

    Virginia’s poem is extraordinary!


  6. September 14, 2015 at 3:04 am

    She was really something. I see her/ feel her happy and free now.


  7. September 12, 2015 at 6:03 am

    Wow! this is incredibly gorgeous. Goes right to my heart ❤ Thank you


  8. Susan
    September 12, 2015 at 2:07 am

    Thank you for your poem. You captured the essence of Jody. You channeled all that she embodied. With peace.


  9. Kenneth
    September 11, 2015 at 7:47 pm

    This poem opened the floodgate of my tears today.


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