Crunchy Mama Halloween Prep

Just because I refuse to double-dose my kids with red dye #40 and Monsanto-Franken-fructose-filled “treats” on October 31, doesn’t mean I don’t want them to have fun. In fact, Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. Why?

originally published in Oct 2018

Because traditionally we celebrate crazy and quirk on this day. We get to be someone else if we want to. But, for many of us, we get to be those parts of us that hide out during the rest of the year. And, with most of our holidays hijacked by hallmark, satan, reptiles, Columbus and other old white dudes, I’d say the truth behind Halloween feels pretty pure to me. And, I teach my kids the possible roots beyond the Celtic Samhain, and beyond the supposed Christian celebrations.

And, rightfully so — both of my offspring have decided to be Jedis this year. The little one will play the fallen Sith, Darth Vader.  And, we’re calling her Darth Veda. We celebrate Halloween as the anniversary of the night before the destruction of Atlantis. A time when we had the technology and the use of energy. When being a Jedi was the norm. When we knew how to communicate telepathically. I wouldn’t be so woo woo about this if I hadn’t had the magical experiences of waking in the night speaking “Atlantean” with my boy. If the memories didn’t feel so real and so validated. We celebrate Halloween as the party before the storm. And, we break through the matrix that has us reliving the same story. Atlantis was destroyed in short because tech took over Nature. We forgot the value of our True Mama. And, our little party breaks through that karmic cycle.

And, then, there’s the Great Pumpkin. Borrowed from the classic Charlie Brown cartoon, we use the Great Pumpkin as our ticket to Trick-or-Treating. This idea may work for you if you’re a crunchy mama who despises those “special” teal pumpkins filled with plastic dollar-store toys and tiny junk that’ll just wind up poking your cold bare feet when you step on them all over the house.  I can see myself hobbling on one foot with a plastic GI-Joe stuck between my toes. I’d rather just take the candy. At least it’s mostly bio-degradable.  We have our kids fill sacks of candy, whatever people are giving away. And, we say — “Thank You.”  We are happy to accept, because we leave it out for the GP, who composts it, and gives us gifts in return. Sometimes we actually compost it. Sometimes the grown-ups (Doug) eat some of it. But, the point is that our kids don’t feel deprived at all. We give them healthier treats to munch and share. And, they get to run around in their costumes breaking through the Matrix.

dougie yoda

My kids are just kids. I’m not trying to raise them to be woo woo nerds, just because I’m one. It’s challenging for me though. You should see where Pluto is in my astrological chart. So, Halloween is one of those magical days that helps balance all that out. I get to re-live the finest party of my life-cycle. And, there’s always chocolate. Which is healthy. Because it comes from Jesus.

violet groovy darth

So, here’s a treat that we love to make. I’ll post more in the next few days.

Atlantean Fudge

  • Grease or line a glass baking dish (I used a round pie dish)
  • Melt 1 12oz. unsweetened chocolate bar in a double boiler
  • Stir in 1/2 cup lakanto/monk fruit sweetener (Or coconut sugar/birch xylitol)
  • Turn off heat
  • Stir in a jar of a sunflower or almond butter
  • 2 splashes vanilla
  • Stir in about ½ cup coconut oil
  • Add in pinches of seal salt and any other flavors you may like
  • Pour into your dish and refrigerate or freeze



And, if you haven’t yet gotten your free excerpt of my book, Get It! This Chapter talks all about “Good Poop,” which may save you some tummy aches on Halloween:

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