Melanie Robins

Every time creator and host Ky Dickens of The Telepathy Tapes reacts with surprise when a guest talks about communicating with or receiving information from a benevolent, all-knowing field of consciousness, I reflexively yell out, “It isn’t rare! It’s natural!” The reason those moments resonate with so many people is because deep down, many of us already know there is more to communication than words alone. We’ve simply been taught not to trust it.

Every Sunday afternoon I join a group of incredible women—and many of their babes—in San Francisco, where we sing with great intention and love. In our healing circle we sing out from our hearts, ringing our spirits of the woes of the week and filling them back up with joy and satisfaction. The goal of our choir is not to perform, but to ground each other and bring us all back to center. The chorus leader, Noe Venable, is a highly talented, spiritually grounded, fun and femin

I recently saw a video of a crab trying to get away from an octopus. The crab did a valiant job trying to escape, maneuvering this way and that. It really put everything into trying to save itself. But in the end, it was no match for the octopus and its eight relentless arms. Hand to heart, I do not know one woman who has not experienced some form of sexual humiliation. Not one. Whether it was unwanted expectations or comments about her body, threats to her safety, or actual

There's a red-hot coil in my chest Mommy rage hurts baby and mom. Depth hypnosis helped heal my anger. Have you ever heard of Depth Hypnosis? I certainly hadn’t back in 2012, a new mom, exhausted and ashamed as I tried to stuff down my unhappiness and rage. I was so depressed and exhausted that I would fantasize about a friend or relative coming over to take care of my baby so that I could sleep or cry or rock back and forth in a corner for a few hours or days or years. Bac

Wanting positive things for yourself is a really good thing - and not just for you. Turns out I wanted it all. Everything. Every.single.last.bit. My slice of the pie and yours and his and hers and hers... Veruca Salt-ing all over this mother. What’s crazier yet is it was breaking news to me. I was pushing 40 and just started to realize that I had been hiding behind a mask of selflessness, playing the part of the martyr to quell the unbearable discomfort of wanting. BREAKING