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A Few Updates: AYYYYEEEEEEE AYE AYE

I. This is my website. This is where you can read about me, my music, book, writing, press, babe heat, and so on. It’s very simple. You can contact me for a one on one session or small group healing for you and your friends. kalisaaugustine.com , k? Thanks. Hi.

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II. Secondly, imagine this:

I am using a quill & ink sitting at a hand carven oak and stone writing desk built into the wall of a hidden cave nestled into a seaside mountain cliff. Next to my wovens and sheepskins which righteously protect my feet from the cold floor, lay spring fed, shallow lagoon pools used for scrying. A loyal falcon keeps watch as I overlook the ocean waves crashing melodically, whispering a tune unto my soul. My golden-green eyes peer down from this high perch at the edge of the cave; a vision assisting my clarity as I multidimensionally travel. Here, friends, there is no wifi. No advertisements. Some baddy designer has made me an epic bikini and cape, in this fantasy. It sparkles wildly. I hunt, grow and forage for food. I have one great love to fuck my brains out, and perhaps a few friends that visit occasionally. I spend my time maintaining the perfect petrie dish for a sacred creative vessel - not to be bothered unless adventure calls! This is only proper. Now you have to imagine this, because, alas it’s 2023. FUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK! Fuckity fuck.

Ehem, anyways… Many of you know I have taken a break from society and social. This is important for my flavor of artistry. I feel like the guy in Brave New World wearing all black and listening to Radiohead on my cassette player. I don’t enjoy being on social media. This is no secret.

Anyhow, I have been off of it now, for some time. I like my brain, moreso, without it. I like the way I feel in the deep quiet. As a matter of fact, I prefer a smaller, more intimate world. Beyond this, my nervous system has been fucking fried. I could not handle the extension of my body’s systems and energy plugged into this social, tech network.

Recently, I played with what my system could handle on social media, as folk sometimes ask about my presence in these spaces. It came up again, as I was on a podcast, THECOSMICRX, with my friend Madi Murphy. She’s cool. She asked how people could get in touch with me. I suggested this newsletter. That’s it. And, then, I compromised. Le’ sigh…. exhale.

I said I would be exploring ways in which I can utilize modern communication in a way that is of integrity to me.

To this end, I recently tried to have a tiny, personal instagram for a hot second to see how I would feel. It was cool, kinda. Sorta. But every new follower’s energy was felt and affected me. I didn’t like it. I didn’t need to see the page - I would feel that shit in my body and field and go, ok, someone is looking at me. Cord OFF! Then, I made it private. That helped immensely. And, you see, the other thing is I didn’t want anything to do with healer world. I just wanted to play without being boxed. Sue me. No, please God don’t do that. I am fatigued of healing conversations in a recursive loop. For others, great! You need it. I get it. Engage. Get into it. Do it. All about it. I am simply sharing my personal preferences. Honestly, and this always suprises people for some reason, I’ve never been into doing healing stuff in my spare time, like for fun, I mean. I handle my evolution processes in my own self work, and in my professional work. In my rare spare time, I am interested in more. Life. Love. Philosophy. History. Adventure. Beauty. Comedy. If healing shit comes up naturally, okay cool. But sheesh, just because I am excellent at a high and most holy art which, in this paradigm of economics, falls into health and wellness, doesn’t mean I am consumed that world. I am a fucking writer. We crave experience. I was an actress. I did makeup. I am not a vegan. Sometimes, oh yeah— ready for this, once in a blue moon, every couple years if a piece of shit hits the fan; oh, I’ll roll myself a spliff. I am known to dance, grab the mic and karaoke better than anyone you know. It’s about balance, baby. I don’t want to talk about trauma or energy all the time. Certainly not at the dinner table. That’s heaaaaaavyyyyyy dice, man. That’s all I fucking do all damn day long. You think I go to sound baths in my spare time? LOL. I conduct sound baths with a very specific energy process which I believe is absolutely necessary. I don’t go to others for it. Does a lawyer go to lawyer conventions for vacation to talk about law and wear MORE business suits? NO. Upon the days end, does the art director rush to meet other designers to design more and talk about the thing they were designing all day at work? Unless they’re having a drink, bitching about the client, I think not. They want to kick it and destress. Saaaaaaame!

The second I was labeled the crystal bed therapy girl— I moved to the middle of nowhere (which of course is now, this “nowhere” is ridiculously posh, pshhhhh) to wear t-shirts, run barefoot and rope swing into the river. I crashed motorcycles, build chicken coops, laughed with friends about bullshit as the sun set amongst the hills- shit like that. But I digress….

So, in this little experiment, I connected with old friends who don’t hold me to any high healing standards. I’m just a babe in a bikini. Here is my whiskey. No, I don’t drink a lot at all. But when I do, I enjoy myself! These are my wild artist pals. I’m with Uncle Tim and Aunt Kathleen talking about his time at Nasa, the morning’s hawks, and my crushes of the moment. I’m planning on Uncle’ Tom’s birthday party in Crete. I’m living BABE LIFE running around the country: it’s me and the road. Epic landscapes and the mystery of now’s tomorrow. And no, it’s not because of my age, or because I am rich. I just roll free. Any moment I can get which might give me some space and freedom, oh boy— you better believe at this stage of life I will claim those moments with all my heart. Helena is now 17. I rock certain lifestyle choices. And, I worked extremely hard to get here. It feels damn good.

So, the personal IG was fun for a moment, and then, however, after a few months— it didn’t feel right. Again, I was back to this idea: I don’t want to spend my precious time considering a damn instagram post. I want to write, create, do my purpose work and not have drama or bitching or a bunch of fucking opinions in my face that I don’t fucking care about. When your heart and the life inside guides, why would I waste time scrolling? How is spending my energy on this useful to me, at all? It’s not, to me personally. Therefore; a personal instagram was out especially given my sensitivity to other people’s energy. Only a professional account would do, were I to entertain this social media comeback. But, what would I talk about?

I don’t talk unless I have something to say. I don’t speak because the calendar says its Monday and you have to say something. And I as I ranted previously - I don’t want to only talk about energy, dark fucks, aliens, people’s sensitivities, and have a booth at the New Life expo. Not my bag, babe… okay? Give me Italian leather. A proper espresso. Live music. Give me a place to lounge in a bikini with my crystals, and call it a day. Fine dine me. You want to talk fairies? Fine, but no chit-chat about the light that caught your eye when you were 11 in your grandma’s backyard. Save it. Besides, it holds more power when you keep these things to yourself — let’s just go to Iceland with a camera crew and film a fairy show.

A few more months pass. I am recovering from life. Resurrecting, and living like a mega BABE. Super babe-ly. Babe-ing around. All the things. Going to shows. Connecting with friends. Happily social media free. BABE LIFE is a new philosophy that has legs, for me. Maybe you’ll like it too. I think it’s a solid foundation as a lifestyle. In fact, say I, it just may be the next holy movement. And know this, BABE LIFE IS EARNED. And yet, it’s so simple!

4 Pillars of BABE LIFE:

1. True Love: soul mates, dating, karmic relationships, twin flame ascension, honoring the heart, life’s great loves, true beauty, and basically honoring the stuff of mythologies and fairy tales without living in fucking fantasy land. True love is a path. It is real. The realest of the real! I believe! Love shan’t simmer on a back burner. Some cannot settle for a nice match on paper; which, in actually, feels a couple of degrees off. I’ve learned so much on my sacred love path. What a teacher! Perhaps the ultimate, I dare say. When I was 21, I decided that love would be, for me, a spiritual practice. It was the early 2000s. It has always been and still is. I love where the path has taken me. I am humbled and honored by it. Wow.

2. Cosmic Courage: This brings the higher power of the soul down into the body, landing as courage on Earth. Here and now. When we honor our own karmic mythologies, the courage from lessons learned are integrated and we can become the more of who we are. Courage is required to access all other virtues; like faith, patience, compassion, love, peace, truth etc. Fortune rewards the brave. The courageous, truly live babe life. BABE LIFE is not for scardy-cats. Suck it up buttercup, as they say in TX. And as my great aunt Mimi used to say. So, go on - Stand up. Go get it. Ask, believe, and ye shall receive it.

3. Wild Freedom: Holy madness, autonomy, adventure, energy, life force, that which expands our understanding of what life is and what it could be. Beyond the monotony, there is great purpose. Like the hero’s journey, what is in the way of your life’s grand adventure? Sometimes, it’s nothing more than a perspective! When we access our purpose and climb that majestic mountain towards authenticity, we stand for freedom, whether or not we even know where we are going. That’s the fun of it! Control energy doesn’t allow for much enchantment and wonder. It is a freedom of the soul that cannot help but catalyze freedom of the heart and life. Freedom feels so fucking good and makes you roll like a MEGA BABE.

4. Epic Inspiration: Inspired = In / Spirit. To live spiritually without being a total annoying jackass. It can be quiet, it can be loud, it’s whatever. It’s so entirely personal. What inspires one will annoy the hell out of another. I know what inspires me and I attempt to bring those elements into and throughout my life when and where I can, in order to feel: loving, courageous, free, babe-ly. I love beauty in all forms. I love nature. I love road trips. I love observing people. I love creating. I love writing. Children. Being on a set. My wizardry. I love feeling feminine. I love singing. Acting. Stillness. Tough love coaching. Being weird. Being sassy and bossy. Being quiet, soft and childlike. I love to live in spirit. I love to remember what my most authentic self is into, and just like, go there. It helps me to expand, flow energy, and access the more of who I am. And it makes me feel like a babe. When you are inspired, you have more to give. Inspiration is fuel.

So, that’s babe life in general. What do you think?

If you wear dickies as a stone mason listening to classic rock in muddy boots and that’s your fucking jam. You’re happy. Doing it. All love — guess what, you’re living BABE LIFE my friend….

If you love working out in turquoise toe nail polish, eat strawberry shortcake, have big titties and a matching ass, play professional poker under a fake name, and that’s your jam — guess what, you just may be living BABE LIFE.

I’ll touch more on babe life through my life stories and writing, as I evolve and go on, but let’s get back to social media. I don’t like a fully personal one. I don’t want just a healing one. So, I thought, hmmmm Kalisa what has been the most consistent for you? Ah, your newsletter and writing. Also, you live BABE LIFE to the max and always have, even as a single mom. Even when broke. Even when traumatized. So I thought to create a new IG as an extension of this newsletter and bring through some ideals and pillar philosophies around BABE LIFE. So, let’s try it. Yeah? EEEEk.

Je suis a little nervous. I barely know how to use Instagram anymore. Like, is it even relevant? Do I have to get this God forsaken, tiktok business? I mean, I do like to dancceeeeee….. I throw dance parties whilst I cook. Tiktok isn’t about little dances anymore, is it? That was just to get the kids hooked… Gosh, I am not entirely sure about it: IG and social- that is. I may take it slow, have to re-learn, but I think that perhaps, I can, sort of, maybe handle it again. People keep asking me to get back on it. And I’m like, fuck off! Let me read my old books and dream in peace! JK, but not really though. However, given the timeline of 2023 on Earth —I’ll stop being a bitch about it. This is how humans communicate now, eh? During my little personal IG stint— I had friends who wouldn’t text me back, but would respond to a DM lol. What realm is this?

So, okay, uh, gulp, sure, yeah— let’s try it? I am trying it again. You can now follow me

@wayofthebabe on Instagram.

I have no “followers.” I just made the account. I re-created @kalisa_augustine to be less confusing and it points towards the @wayofthebabe. I suppose I will completely start over 😂. RE-DOOOOOO. That’s kind of rad, though. Again, this will be an extension of my writing and I’ll create posts that honor the higher purpose of BABE LIFE. Baby steps, I’ll take it as slow as I see fit! K? Cool.

Rock and roll y’all 😎. I am trying to be more available though I have immense resistance to this aspect of business. Hermit shit. And no - I’m not fucking afraid to be seen - been there done that. I really see myself, and that’s the best sort of seen. I just really am into privacy and quiet. But, who knows, maybe it will be fun again… Or conversely maybe the whole system will crash and we will all be using sticks stones. Yesssssssssssah!

III. Twin Flames / Sacred Love / Twin Souls are very real and we are entering a time in the collective where humans are looking towards a deeper, higher, more powerfully spiritual union. Beyond time and space. Before karmic uh-ohs.

There was love…

Oh, and after such a TRASH period of relating to one another; by jove, how this MUST CHANGE TO SAVE HUMANITY (I am not fucking kidding). I declare it here and now: the era of trash dating, trash relating, trash treatment IS OVER. Be decent and reasonable. Respect. There’s not always another good one to swipe. People treat one another, and often relationships, and often other people’s relationships, like disposable, cheap plastic cogs. It’s disgusting. Sensuality, sexuality, romance, and intimacy are profound. We must bring the honorable, the chivalrous, back to relationships. We must respect ourselves and one another or we are fucking done as a species. This higher octave of love and intimacy is a gateway to embodying divine love. We can understand the whole through the part. I am very passionate about love and relationships and will be discussing this ascension path as it relates to my life and the evolution of the heart. Your heart’s glory is what matters, while respecting all with compassion, mercy and dignity. The karmic dramas that help you become one with yourself, God, and for some of you, ultimately your divine counterpart, is the greatest love story there is. I want to talk about it a bit. I’ll know when and how at the right moments. This has been decades in the making for me. Let there be LOVE!

IV. Point 4—ah, a good, stable number. I have turned on PAID $UBSCRIPTION$. You know, it never occured to me that writers could get paid 😂. The idea makers, the keepers of history, the ones telling the stories, teaching, are not getting paid? Ah, remember the first time we scribbled on papyrus? I mean, how hot was cuneiform? Writing is such a big part of my work and heart. These free newsletters are one of my favorite aspects of business; aside from making tunes and writing scripts and poetry and songs. I love the research and gestation processes a much as I love the creative execution and final touches. Yesterday, I had someone who has followed my writing for years offer to pay a subscription. How kind! I considered it and said yes! So, I turned on paid subscriptions. Eventually I will figure this substack thing out fully — but for now, heads up— in the future I will be offering my deepest and best work to paying subscribers, and will also maintain a free list. Please do consider upgrading to a paid subscription to support my work. I’ll throw all my jedi meditations with mystical music on here, and enjoy the inspiration that is currently guiding me to speak to your heart and soul. Please do share my work with your pals.

So, to those of you here and with me, please shout out my book, THE ENERGY BOOK, and my new IG @wayofthebabe if you are down with these ideas of mine. Tag me! Do they still call it this? Your support is super helpful. I really appreciate it. And do consider honoring my writing with a paid subscription. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!

Ummmmmm, that’s it for now. I’ll write you another letter soon 💕. Oh it all comes back to the heart. Doesn’t it?

With SO MUCH Love,

Kalisa