Still Here?

Stumbling back on the path of creating and kicking up some magic

Friends, it’s been a hot minute.

To all of you 300+ subies, I want to thank you for being a part of Miracle Soup. You are part of more than just an email list, you are part of my evolution as an artist, and for this I offer BIG thanks because to be seen is part of the sustenance we as humans need to grow. By reading this, you play a big role in my journey and that makes you a rock star.

It’s not like I just gave up creating and became a drug addict. Err…well, actually, I kind of figured out I already was one.

Full vulnerable share disclosure is that I joined a 12-step group for sex and love addiction back in March and got some well-needed liberation from a cripling pattern of imprisoning myself in reeeeally unhealthy relationships. Like somehow my “partner picker” was masterfully attuned to choosing the most dramatic and chaotic relationships possible. I finally I realized I needed help. Bad. Step one hit my like a ton bricks; I realized I was powerless and my life had become unmanageable.

Dang. Sobering AF.

But it gets better from there. Once I let the Higher Power Step in, (like really step in. As in taking the wheel) and I realize I don’t know Jack from Jill, like I know nothing, but there is an Intelligence that does know and I can access that when I surrender what I think I know… then it’s like the storm clouds gradually part. Eventually the fog lifts and the bright sunshine of clarity and rebirth dawns.

It’s really an incredible process that I cannot do justice to here in this post. Heck, I had no idea I was even going to write about this. But there you go. That’s what’s cool about the creative journey… you really never know what’s going to happen and the more you step out of the way the more magic you can discover.

Besides that epic and life-changing adventure of finding sanity through sobriety via the 12-steps, I’ve been flowing along with this new medium of creating videos. In case you didn’t know, there is a YouTube channel which was birthed from the rib of this substack.

(You can check out this channel HERE.)

There’s a weird thing about that, though: turns out the last written post on Miracle Soup was about how fasting had healed my eating dissorder. This was published in May of 2024 and for some reason I was disproportionately embarrassed and ashamed of this post. Cringe city. Some gnarly gnar gnar voice got in my head after that one and started hitting hard with an energetic baseball bat saying things like:

“You’re such a fake. Who the hell are you to go on about fasting and healing. You still over-eat, you’re still messed up. You’re like all these other attention seekers blah blah blahbutty blar.”

Basically, that’s the voice of what Steven Pressfield calls the Resistance in his EPIC book “The War of Art” (highly recommended). I straight up call that voice Satan, the Dark One, Lucifer, Demiurge, or little bugger. I let him win that time, as it felt so weird sharing that story for some reason. Yet now I have an entire YouTube channel with like 20 videos up all about fasting and my journey with how epic it is.

I won’t get into that here too much either because you now have the magic link to the channel, where you can delve into the wonder and mystery of fasting. I will say, however, that fasting came into my life as an answer to my prayers of:

“WTF Lord. WTF do I do about this shit-show part of the life movie I am experiencing right now?”

There’s a video about it, but essentially, a perfect storm was manifested by Higher Power Universe to get me on my knees. Relationship drama was maxing out, my work was falling apart, had to give away my dog, and a bear invaded my home 4 times in 2 weeks killing 4 chickens and leaving quite the mess, lemme tell you.

Since I had some experience fasting (as you may know from my last written post), the answer I got from my “Lawd-throw-me-a-freakin-rope-prayer” was - you guessed it -fast. Unplug from eating, actually feel your feelings, and watch what happens.

And life ain’t been the same since. After 46 years, I’m still constantly discovering how effective it is to actually listen to intuition/ God’s will and act on it. Duh!

And lastly of course there is still the Miracle Soup Podcast which I won’t link because you can just type that into wherever you listen to podcasts as long as it’s Spotify or Apple Podcasts. That’s been a somewhat consistent flow of creative juiciness.

But it’s getting on here and who has time to read a newsletter all day, let alone write one so I’ll have to save my reports of the EPIC plant medicine ceremonies I’ve begun co-facilitating in Hawaii and California, how I’ve actually been getting paid to play guitar (what?!?!?!?!?! Dream come true!) and all kinds of other crazy shit for another newsletter.

Which won’t be too long because there is something extra, uniquely magical about writing that I no longer want to miss out on.

Writing is like a pitchfork that tills the soil of creativity. It creates fertile beds for seeds to take root and flourish. There’s really nothing like it.

Thanks for reading this far. And if you’ve enjoyed this, please click the like button and share with someone you love. It’ll make us both feel good.

One Love
Gratefully,

Christoph

PS: What did you create last week?