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Meet Eeden Theta (they/them or he/him) also known simply as “E;” a passionate practitioner of Advocacy Arts, campaigning for creative catharsis. Their work adapts expressive activism as a tattoo ritualist, painter, punk musician, herbalist & teacher. Of mixed heritage, they aim to address implications of generational trauma with a holistic framework in both service & creation. In the same breath, as a survivor living with “invisible” disabilities, they are a spokesperson for equitable support through mutual aid. Together, these experiential values cultivate the blueprint for spirituality & artistry as recovery. E is bilocational, often traveling to share creative medicine with diverse audiences.
The Garden is a lifelong remembrance: the cultivation of their study as a multidisciplinary advocacy artist, merging with intentional multidimensional education.
Get to know E’s activism collective here, Healing and Trauma Informed Working Group.
Origins
• OSHA Certified Body Artist since 2015
• 13 years in Fine Art, Seasoned Teacher
• Certified in Mental Health Awareness
• Creator of Art with Intent Workshops
• Level III Reiki Instructor (RMT)
• Trained Priestex Arts Practitioner & Minister
• Community Clinical Herbalist
• Certified in Curanderismo SouthWestern Traditional Healing via University of New Mexico
Publications Archive
“It Is Here I Speak Silently”
“A Mirror: What Cats Truly See”
“It Is Here I Speak Silently”
Yonic Youth Zine #2
A publication created by Naomi Hurley, dedicated to showcasing the works of women, PoC, & the LGBTQIA community in arts, activism, & attitude.
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“Emergence,” a poem
“A Mirror: What Cats Truly See”
“It Is Here I Speak Silently”
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I shed the scales
that were engrained into my
genetic integrity, so they drop
off my skin
one by one.
From the bones that built
this sanctuary of a body
shelter from the storm,
to the break of a nail
whole, I become.
Within a flame of the
ancestors who brought me here,
I break down my doubt
I demolish my fear
good riddance, my threshold.
Only I will, swiftly and alone
surpass each gateway,
outward from here
this chest pounds courage
into my capillaries, threefold.
By virtue of knowing what
spot is tender on this skull, I hone
its sensitivity, an Achilles Heel
to a hum of heart-space
giving guidance by tone.
Saying “Listen in the cold,
for it is
your Mother.
Sip in the boiling sun,
for it is
your Father.”
I follow suit.
In the presence of extremities,
when my wounds are wet
and faintly dripping
I hear an earthen child calling,
their embrace an honor.
She has chosen her guardian
to be the one who fought for
what’s lashed and plagued her,
taking the whip
instead turning it against
the predator.
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-ets
This poem is self-published, & soon to be available on a downloadable manuscript. Note: Train River Publishing utilized this working in the first edition of their initial Anthology under unethical practices, I do not endorse them nor Amazon.
“A Mirror: What Cats Truly See”
“A Mirror: What Cats Truly See”
“A Mirror: What Cats Truly See”
Cat Party #5
Featured in Cat Party #5, a “lost & found” style installment curated by Katie Haegele. Ranging from silly to heartbreaking, and everything in between, these stories strive to show us all an important truth: Love for and acceptance of cats is ultimately a love for and of life.
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