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The Portal. Day 9.

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MaryBeth Bonfiglio
Jan 03, 2026
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The Portal Day 9

We are in the final stage of the portal, the last stages of the threshold. Before we emerge on the 6th, in celebration of the Magi arriving, adoring the son, bearing the gifts.

These final four days are for us to simmer.

This morning, I simmered only water and no coffee. If you know what a moka pot is—that’s how I make my morning caffè. Basically, you put water in the bottom chamber, coffee grounds in the middle, and it percolates. Well, I forgot the coffee. Entirely. I just boiled the water and poured it, and my coffee was just brown-colored water. I don’t know if it’s because I was so taken with what I was gazing at outside the window, or just still in Dreamtime mode, or because I’m simply the kind of person who does this stuff, but I spent seven minutes making nothing and nearly exploding my moka pot.

I sat there and cursed myself out. And I started thinking about how this is why the people I live with get annoyed with me. This kind of thing happens to me a lot, to be honest. For a long time, I thought there was something wrong with me. And since going through menopause, this happens much more often. I try to be present, and I try to really focus on what I am doing, and a lot of times it just turns into a disaster. Does anyone else out there feel that way? What about those “crazy” ideas? Those ways of being? I mean, you are subscribed to this Substack, so there must be a part of you that believes it’s entirely valid to follow a star for twelve days, carrying sacred gifts, and wind up at the manger-side of a divine healer and revolutionary in a human baby body. You’d be so down to do that, too.

What I am trying to say is this: are you someone who has a hard time with daily tasks or keeping your shit together (like remembering to pay a bill) but would definitely show up every day to write oracles about the Magi and literally dream about it—and if there was a star guiding you to walk twelve days to find magic, you would undoubtedly do it? Me too. And maybe in this world that asks you to do a lot of tasks and tries to keep you out of your holy, vibrating body, you have to fight to just keep going on, as you are, loving yourself deeper and showing up more as you are.

If so, this is for you.

I’m extremely emotional this morning, so bear with me. And my second round of coffee still isn’t done. But I am here, present. I hope you are, too.

Take a moment and look out the window right now. Wherever you are. Look at the lines of the light in the sky. Focus on the tree closest to you. Breathe in and out with the tree. As you do, notice how your feet land on the ground, how they press, what that does to your shin, your knee, your hips, your spine. Try breathing in through your mouth and out through your mouth. Then in through your nose and out through your mouth. Turn your head to the right. Exhale. Turn your head to the left. Exhale. Feel how you are feeling and simmer there for a bit. This is how we let the oracle of the day come through.

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