The Nations at Burning Man

One of fascinating things about Burning Man is getting to meet burners from all over the world. It amazes me that folks would come all the way to the desert of Nevada to camp in the dirt for a week, but the international flair is one of sweetest parts of our experience there.

Our team spends our days in our huge Encounter tent talking to people about their treasures inside, the things they want cleansed off of their minds and spirits, their strengths and destinies. At night we trek all over the playa in the crowds, experiencing the art and strike up conversations with people. At the end of the week, we’ve visited with hundreds of folks from every continent. Wow! What a treat!

Many of you have heard some of my stories that I tell in my dream classes about meeting Stephan from Poland, and helping him turn his life right side up. And a lady named Liv from England that was tattooed from head to toe that was so hungry for some inner refreshing. A prince (or at least he said he was) from Saudi Arabia who never had a mother tell him he was significant and we fixed that. Another man from Australia who came in fuming and cursing and left beaming and peaceful. Precious faces and so many stories that I will never forget. Their lives impact mine in a powerful way.

One day in our camp seemed to be ‘Israel’ day…nearly everyone who came into our camp that we spoke with was Israeli. How does that happen? Divine appointments, I believe.

Going to Burning Man is one way to reach the world with your message of peace and light…the nations come right to us. What a privilege! And I can’t wait to do it again.

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The Raw Truth About The Burning Man Experience

I’ve been writing every day a little about why our team goes to Burning Man, the exciting parts that drive me to go nearly every year since my first time in 2006. I come back each year with powerful stories of helping folks find their way, bringing healing to some part of their lives, encouraging folks along their journey. I love Love LOVE that part!

But there are costs to this kind of trip. Things that don’t get mentioned much.

Financially, the trip is very expensive. Plane fare, Burning Man tickets, team fees that cover shuttles, food and water for the week, all of the camp structures and necessities, including tent decor to make our camp nice and welcoming. Personal camping gear. Camp clothes and costumes. The expenses add up quickly.

We have to pack everything in that we need for a week, so it takes careful planning to make sure we have everything, because we can’t just zip down to Walmart to pick up what we forgot to bring.

Physically, our week out there is very difficult. We contend with the heat, the alkaline dust (that sucks the moisture right out of your skin), portapotties, loud music blaring 24/7, crowds and little privacy, sleeping in tents. Camp set up and tear down is exhausting, especially  in the scorching sun when the shade is gone. Lots of walking and biking to get around. We have no A/C to escape into. And, no showers for over a week. This last one especially puts this girly girl to the test!

Emotionally, we get to experience sights and events that many people will never see, and it can take its toll. The need is great out there—lots of people with lots of problems and you can only do so much. We pour into people day after day, and while we love what we do, often at the end of the day, we are absolutely spent.

We get giddy with excitement seeing the stunning art, our hearts break as we speak into people’s pain, we get angry at some of the crass injustice that we see. Any personal issues or triggers we haven’t dealt with will be poked at and probably surface in this difficult environment. So, preparation ahead of time before we get to the desert is crucial. I’ve seen a lot of meltdowns out there and it isn’t convenient or pleasant to deal with that stuff in the middle of everything else.

Also, we are camped out there in the middle of 70,000 people and we go to sleep at night in our sleeping bags with only a tent zipper between us and the party activity. Fortunately, our camp builds a structure around our personal tents huddled together for an extra measure of safety. And we use the buddy system…we don’t go anywhere by ourselves. Sleep can be difficult with nearby flashing lights, explosions, rave music, and partiers--even with the best earplugs.  

Often we experience mountain top emotions as we see lives transformed, addictions and body parts healed, hearts mended, broken situations turned around—there is nothing like the powerful encounters get to facilitate.

Spiritually, it is critical that we solidly understand who we are and what our mission is, so that we stay strong and don't get distracted. Burning Man has some amazing aspects, but the atmosphere in general is very dark and can pull on you. It's downright scary sometimes. We have to keep our spiritual armor on, always be on the alert.  At home, we get criticized by people who disapprove or judge us negatively and loudly for our choice of how we spend our 'vacation time' in the desert. We need prayer cover from our supporters back home!  We aim to be light wherever we are, so strength, maturity and wisdom is required to succeed.

I’ll be honest with you. Coming home is hard. While we are thrilled to get back to flushing toilets, showers, and our own beds, we always leave a huge part of our hearts out on the playa. We’ve been unplugged, living in a Star Wars bar scene for ten days, and we’ve experienced warfare and tears and powerful life-changing encounters with people in our camp. We've poured out everything in us. It is a struggle to come home and explain our week. Some of our stories about people we met are X-rated. It takes time to process them down.  It feels impossible to get ‘back to normal’ life as it was, because we have been stretched and changed and don’t WANT to go back to status quo.

So, please pray for us. We need YOU and your encouragement! Thanks for reading and for your support.

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Who's Got Your Back? Teamwork at Burning Man

How often do you get to work with folks that you know you instantly ‘belong’ with—a group that is so strikingly ‘comfortable’ you feel you can call them FAMILY?

Our team at Burning Man is just such a group of people for me. I’ve traveled there with three different groups over the years—Spirit Dream Camp from Streams (my training ground), Freedom Lounge, and now last year and this year with Encounters from Redding, CA. Our groups grow and multiply, so every year it is like a huge family reunion for me!

Each year, we spend over a week together, rubbing elbows in close quarters, sleeping in tents, cooking, eating, and serving together in a ‘testy’ environment of dust, heat, 24/7 blaring music. Meltdowns are few as everyone comes prepared to put their own needs on a back burner and to serve each other and the other burning man participants.

We are from all over the USA. Most of us don’t know each other as we plan our camp throughout the year.

With a team of ‘strangers’ coming together, you organize, communicate,, and trust for the best for that week of close togetherness. I mean, how many people are willing to schedule a trip or vacation with people we don’t even know?

Our team is always divinely orchestrated. From the very beginning of everyone’s arrival, we quickly get to know each other and cooperate together, each finding our own niche as team players with individual ‘specialties’.

Everyone pitches in. Camp set up and tear down is quite rigorous in the heat and dust. Meal preparation and cleanup, and everything in between—requires everyone's willing cooperation.

Everyone’s unique abilities quickly fire up. We have ‘barkers’ or greeters—folks that are welcoming and bring people to our tent for encounters. Some teammates specialize in give healing momma or daddy hugs that bring tears. Others have the ability to see into hearts, to speak truth to what hurts. Others sing, lead drum circles, cook for a crowd, clean up and organize, fix bikes—it is all needed to make everything come together. Our camp abounds with creativity, seer gifts, dance, song, art, music, and spiritual depth to boot.

We laugh a lot. A sense of humor makes everything go smoother. Some people really have the knack to help others lighten up. And sometimes things get so tense, a good belly laugh is the instant remedy.

Also, folks back home paved the way by continually supporting us with their sacrificial offering of funds, time, and many, many prayers. They are with us on the playa, too.

Folks that visit our camp routinely tell us that they ‘ love our energy’. They feel the unity and love among our team and they come stay, often bringing their whole group to join us for dinner, S’mores, or for encounters in our tent during the day. People safe and accepted in our midst.

A mature team that covers each other with honor and a watchfulness and an anticipation of each others’ needs--is a priceless, rare treat these days.

I always return home from our team experience at Burning Man feeling stretched and sharpened in my own abilities, lovingly in awe of the special folks I get to serve with, and so very grateful for the common bond of Spirit we share that brings peace and unity in such a tangible way.


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What is Burning Man?

Imagine 70,000 people trekking out to a desert wasteland to set up camp for a week and to participate in a temporary city life where there they assume different 'playa' names, live in tents or operate artsy theme camps. No running water, clothing is optional, and virtually any form of self-expression is encouraged.

Burning Man is a week-long annual event that began in San Francisco's Baker Beach in 1986. It takes its name from the ritual burning of a large wooden effigy, which is set alight on Saturday evening. The event is described as an experiment in community, art, radical self-expression, and radical self-reliance.

Burning Man is one of the largest arts festivals in the world. It is located in a dusty, dry lakebed a three-hour drive from Reno, Nevada, the last week of August every year through Labor day (website: burning it’s explicit, so surf carefully). People come from all over the world to become a ‘burner’, to experience ‘freedom’ for a week. Artists create massive colorful displays, costumes, theme camps, troll the desert city in art deco vehicles. The culmination is the last night when they burn the constructed 'man' and the other art.

Most burners seem hungry for beyond-the-ordinary experiences. They are longing for deep connection and spiritual fulfillment. For a week, a city is built, folks live in community, sharing food, relationship, art, and handmade gifts.

Each year, our team aims to bless the other burners. We hand out water to drink, offer food or shade in our large tent, and serve from a 'menu' of spiritual activities, such as dream interpretation, root recovery, spiritual ‘enemas', treasure readings, encouraging words, father or mother blessings, etc. This year we are adding a special event: Fire pit with bacon S’mores (with peanut butter cups--you gotta try it). We love burners because of their friendliness, openness, and desire for deeper things in life.

This is my seventh year to attend Burning Man. Our team loves facilitating encounters between burners and the Spirit of Truth. People can tangibly feel the love atmosphere in our camp because of our unity and friendship. We go out and meet our 'neighbors', helping them set up camp, offering tools, supplies, welcoming them to come enjoy food or a spiritual experience that often changes them dramatically. We've often hear from filled-up folks after their encounters, "This was the best experience I've ever had at Burning Man.” Or, “THIS is what I came here for!”

Burning Man is an extreme event. Burners pack everything in and out for their week stay. Wifi is rare and there is no cell service. The temperatures can reach 120 during the day, and the dust storms become fierce elements to contend with. Grace is needed for a week of porta-potties. Even more, the spiritual darkness can frighten or bewilder if one is not prepared and alert.

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Lost in the Desert

Her name is Jessica. She had heard our camp might help her so she waited in line to see us, and when I first saw her, I knew something was terribly wrong.

Dressed only in panties and a bikini top (common Burning Man attire), this beautiful young girl looked traumatized and shell-shocked. But to see that, you had to look beyond the bleeding scrapes on her face and swollen, bloody lips and black eyes. She was shaking and choking back sobs.

We had to pull information out of her…she didn’t know who to trust. She had come to the desert of Burning Man with some friends, not knowing what she was getting herself into. Many people come to this desert arts festival thinking it is a big happy party. While there is some of that, there is also great darkness and potential harm for unsuspecting innocent kiddos.

Anyway, she got drunk and got on a bike and decided to trick ride on a ramp. She rode over the end and crashed face first in the concrete-hard playa floor. She busted her lips and her face. Her friends left her passed out in the dark shadows of the late night, and then someone raped her.

She was unable to find her ‘friends' (no cell service or wifi out there), didn’t know where her camp was. She didn’t have any of her clothing or personal things, no food, no water, no place to stay. She was stranded and understandably desperate.

We fed her and got her some water, lotion, and lip balm, wiped her tears, and began to talk to her about getting some help. We would take her to a ranger station and report the rape and get her some medical attention. They we suggested she try to find a way to get back home to safety.

Getting into and out of Burning Man is no easy feat. You can’t call home. You can’t bum a ride safely. The nearest city is a couple hours’ drive away. 

“My mom will kill me if I go back home like this,” she said. It wasn't a figure of speech, she really meant it.  

We tried to assure her that mother would want her safe back home, that no mother would EVER want to kill their daughter that was in her condition. But she insisted her mother would only give her more trauma to deal with if she were to open up about what happened.

Mother wounds. Old pain that lay beneath the current, freshly inflicted damage.

The mother warriors in us fiercely rose up, and we began to tend to the emotional and spiritual devastation in this young girl’s life. We spoke Mother’s Blessings to her heart….told her how significant and valuable and beautiful she was. We spoke truth to her about who she is and is called to be--all the things her heart always longed to hear about herself but apparently did not receive from her own mother.

We gave her food and water and offered her a place to stay in our camp…and took her to get some medical help. She eventually decided going home and choosing to trust that her mother would be kind to her was the best option.

Thousands of young kids from all over the world don’t know what they are getting themselves into at big desert parties. We need more safe mommas and daddies to be available at the right time and place to help them out. It is a privilege for me to get to go camp in the middle of madness and be a refuge of light and safety for our kids.


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Don't Die Without a Few Scars

I cannot get his precious face—and his story--out of my mind. It was one of those priceless moments for me where I knew I was in just the right place at just the right time, many hundreds of miles away from my home, on Holy Ground, just to intersect with Justin.

It was a hot and dusty afternoon at Burning Man, a desert arts festival in Black Rock City, Nevada. I was sitting in my ‘reading room’, a small, tented area that was part of our Encounters Camp (more about that in another blog), and Justin and his girlfriend walked in, sat down, and asked for a dream interpretation, which was one of the offerings on that week’s menu (see photo).

As I listened to his very long dream, I couldn’t help but notice the scars. A tangled mess of them. All over his arms, chest, and torso. His body revealed a lot of pain that took the form of cutting himself.  Across his chest was a tattoo that read, “Don’t die without a few scars”—an obviously important mantra in his life, boldly displaying explanation to a startling sight.

HIs dream was a disturbing one, with complicated levels, lots of details to sort through. But basically, it depicted the same cycle repeated: a wound, a struggle, then destruction. It happened over and over again, and the dream ended with his violent death.

As he told his dream story, I saw his increasingly distraught heart that was ready to give up on life. He seriously was wondering if he was near the end, if the only way out of his intolerable, unending pain was to cease existing. And he thought that maybe his dream was confirming the inevitable.

But Truth met him in this desert.

I told him that his dream meant that he had experienced cycles of wounding and destruction and pain for years, probably for generations in his family, that had never been healed or resolved. This dream was not about his life ending, but the CYCLES OF WOUNDING AND DESTRUCTION.  THEY DIE  A VIOLENT DEATH AND END...TODAY. 

He broke.  The powerful punch of a truthful dream interpretation brought life-changing hope into his world suddenly and powerfully.

The mother warrior in me rose up into action. I began hearing in my spirit promises and encouragement from the Spirit of Truth, and I spoke them out. The waves of loving affirmations went deep. I watched transformation take place in his heart, and it registered on his face. Goodness became his reality that day.

He dared to believe it. He wept and let go of his old identity that was a trail of wreckage and a mass of scars, and he reached out that day to embrace a new reality and perspective of himself that would change the course of his life forever.

Such a bold young man. So brave. I pray he will take those old scars and live his destiny to the fullest, making up for lost time and paving the way for others to find freedom behind him. I will never forget him. His sweetness changed me forever.

This is why I do dream interpretation and go into places that most people consider weird or risky—it is more than a passing fancy or a hobby. I was born to do this!

I get to meet people like Justin, who highlight to me the highest importance of reaching out to affirm priceless SIGNIFICANCE in each other.

Dreams are given to change lives.  Justin's dream was just another example of so many that I witness--given to pull people out of their despair and point them into their Destiny!

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Dream Declarations

Our words have powerful influence when we speak them out loud for the whole universe to hear, but they radically transform us when we say things for our own ears and hearts to listen and believe. I talk to myself all the time. Do you?

What are you saying to yourself? Hopefully you are being kind to yourself, because everyone needs encouragement and building up instead of tearing down.

I’ve been working with a life coach for a season, and part of my daily assignment is to speak positive affirmations over myself—to reinforce good things until I really, really believe them.

Since I am a dream interpreter and talk to lots of dreamers, I am noticing many people seem stuck in their dream life with various issues—not remembering their dreams, dreams getting interrupted at night, troublesome nightmares, and insomnia.

I’ve experienced those seasons as well, so I’m sharing a portion of the things I regularly say to myself regarding sleep and dreams. Doing so turns things around. Perhaps you would like to try and see for yourself if you want to gain more dreamy momentum.  

Print these out,  put them by your bed and read them out loud before you go to sleep. Do it for 30 days and see if you notice a huge difference in your dream life:


I believe that my dreams can unlock my personal potential and true identity.

I value dreams and honor their purpose in my life.

My dreams give me direction for my day and for my destiny.

Receiving dreams and understanding their meaning is my ‘normal’.

I go to sleep in peace and prepare the way for nighttime revelation to be released into my mind, body, and spirit.

I sleep and rest deeply, without interruption or anxiety, so every cell in my body and mind gets fully rejuvenated.

My sleep is undisturbed by the stresses of life. I lay it all down and experience the gift of REST.

I dedicate my sleep time for Divine encounters only. No negativity allowed.

My bedroom is an open portal for the Supreme Dream-giver  and the Spirit of Truth to speak to me during the night.

I lie down safe and protected at night to sleep and dream.

I receive an abundance of dreams to give me plenty of revelation for my life.

I remember my dreams upon awakening and journal them so they are recorded for future reference.

My dreams are not snatched away upon awakening…every important detail is imprinted in my memory.

I am changed as I dream.

I receive much-needed encouragement given to me in my dreams.

My spirit is energized during my dreamtime.

I choose to embrace a symbolic way of looking at life and my dreams.

As a result, I see my circumstances and the world from higher perspectives.

I am strengthened in every way as I dream.

I understand myself in deep ways as I pay attention to my dreams.

As issues are revealed in my life, I take swift action to deal with them so I can stay on the best course of direction.

I easily grasp the meanings of my dreams.

I quickly apply my dream messages to situations in my life and notice increasing favor, acceleration, and promotion.

I eagerly anticipate my daily ‘marching orders’ from my dreams so I can live my day intentionally with open eyes and heart.

I am a prolific dreamer and a dream interpreter deluxe.

I am adept and wise in helping other dreamers determine the meaning of their dreams.

Dream interpretation is an invaluable tool that I can use to bless people in my life.

My spiritual eyes and ears, as well as all my other senses, are fully awakened as I dream to experience supernatural downloads.

My dreams define who I am and how I operate in the world.

I regularly experience my Creator’s gentle, transforming touch as I sleep and dream, and live a supernaturally empowered life as a result.

My hopes and promises are revealed in my dreams, and I am listening!

Sweet dreams, y'all!


Upgrade Me!

I have not upgraded my version of iPhone yet, but when the time comes, I’ll spend a day or two investigating the new possibilities, learning the new programs and tricks, enjoying and celebrating new technology that makes life easier.

Who doesn’t love new upgrades? We have come a long way in the communication world from those old rotary phones with no voicemail!

Better than gadget improvements though, are those upgrades we receive in our relationships, circumstances, and in our mindsets. Better than homemade buttercream icing on killer chocolate cake!

An upgrade is when you get something that is better than what you had originally, to replace what you have with something better, newer, or more valuable.

I’ve recently moved into a season of upgrade in many areas of my life. I’ve found that sometimes you don’t realize you’ve been upgraded until you go back to something that was once familiar, only to realize that what once tempted you and satisfied you no longer works. It’s not even on your radar anymore.

For instance, if you lived in fear of bad news and you turn into being unafraid and trusting in positive outcomes—you move from the Land of Dread into a Playground of Many Delights.

Or when you live in bitterness, but with work and much processing, one day you realize that the bitterness is gone and full out gratitude has taken its place.

Or when you have lived with rejection, but your new environment and tribe fully embrace you with acceptance, favor, and astounding honor. They change your mind about who you are, they remind you of your true identity. 

You move from lack into abundance in your surroundings and in your thinking, too. 

The bar gets raised. You begin to anticipate beautiful surprises. Hope creeps in and starts to roost.  

Once you have tasted such an upgrade, you can't go back!

But to receive an upgrade, you have to let go of your old OS—your old operating systems. Often, that is not as easy as it sounds. We have to trust that there is something better, and that gives us the motivation to release the old and embrace the new.

What do you need to unleash from your life to make room for your upgrade?

I want to always be brave enough to cut loose what isn’t working well in life--and to be diligent in pursuing new upgrades, especially in the spiritual arena. I’m always hungry for more. It sure helps to live in a supportive tribe—with Truth-tellers who believe the best about me and frequently tell me so.

Call me Merry Bruton, forever grateful!


Stick to Your Work

In this day and age with millions of distractions at our fingertips, we all experience an increasing need to focus on the most important details of life--or we watch our time slip away as we miss or fritter away precious opportunities. Living in regret, angers, fears, or lack of determination slows us on our Destiny Journey.

I stumbled across an anonymous quote and amended it for today:

Stick with your work. Do not flinch because the lion roars, do not stop to stone the devil's dogs, or to chase darting rabbits down their trails. Do Your Stuff! Let liars lie, let sectarians quarrel, let critics malign, let enemies accuse, let the devil do his worst--but see to it that nothing hinders you from fulfilling with joy the purpose for which you were created.

God has not asked you to be admired or esteemed. He has not requested you to defend your character, nor to contradict falsehoods about yourself that people tend to peddle, or to track down every rumor that threatens your reputation.

If you do these things, you will do nothing else; you will end up working for yourself and not for the greater Good. Keep at your life work. Focus! Let your aim be as steady as a star.

You may be assaulted, wronged, insulted, slandered, wounded, rejected, misunderstood, or assigned impure motives. You may be abused by foes, forsaken by friends, and despised by those that love you most. But see to it with steadfast determination, with unfaltering zeal, that you pursue the great mission of your life and the object of your being until at last you can say "I have completed my calling, accomplished my quest."


Have you ever experienced a sucker punch so hard your breath was knocked completely out of your lungs?

When a massive blow hits, shock and pain convince us that we just might actually die right there on the spot. Our life flashes before our eyes. We may experience blackout, confusion, terror, and desperation. It takes what seems like several lifetimes to push through the panic, searching for ability to gasp, and then finally the moment hits where we find the ability to suck in air again, just in the nick of time.

Sweet breath. Essential for life.  Breathing in, breathing out. It is a repeated action that we spend most of our life automatically doing without even being aware of it.

Till it suddenly gets taken away.

A negative life-threatening medical diagnosis, tornado destruction, overwhelming bills, the pain of divorce, the betrayal of a friend, the tragic loss of a precious life, backstabbing words that shred our hearts—we’ve all experienced these and other disasters that often cause so much despair we want life to end so we don't have to feel the pain anymore.

There are those seasons where every breath is an effort. Every motion and every decision, every delay, every disappointment stirs up confusion as our current default ‘operating system’ gets thrown into a blender and shredded, and life will never be the same again.

We have a choice when this happens. We can get bitter about the loss and change, or we can take advantage of our circumstances to rise above the turmoil and become better people. We can choose to trust someone and lean on them to get through. 

While we endure wave upon wave of shock, grief, anger, questioning, we can keep choosing….just to breathe.

  • Breathe out the pain and breathe in peace
  • Breathe out darkness and breathe in Light
  • Breath out toxic thoughts and emotions and breathe in gratitude for what is right in the world, even if we have to search to find something
  • Breathe out our old self and breathe in a new, improved self
  • Breathe out brokenness, breathe in wholeness
  • Breathe out fear, breathe in confidence that everything is going to eventually be ok

Just keep breathing. Sometimes that is all we can do, one minute at a time. One hour at a time. One day at a time.

One day, we will realize we don’t have to think about breathing anymore. It comes naturally again.

With every breath, we gain strength and health. We find our resilience, make a rebound, and learn to live life with our scars and limps that are unique to us, most of them in hidden places where people cannot even begin to comprehend what has happened to us. Change and healing has taken place and we didn’t even realize it.

In those areas of private victory, we gain a public voice and authority to step out and help others who are experiencing similar hurts.

That is what life is all about, helping each other not just to survive, but to thrive through life’s difficulties. This is all part of our life’s story that is still being written.

Every day, with every breath, we are still becoming breathtaking, brilliant beings —the good, the bad, the broken, the Amazing!

So dear one, just keep breathing.  Everything will be ok.  You are not alone.  

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